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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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hi maybe do a klaus mikaelson x daughter!reader angst. reader and hope are the same age older pls!! maybe that reader! and hope get into a fight physically and use their powers against each other and maybe the reader or hope gets hurt. and we get blamed at and screaming and maybe daggered by our father. by our cruel actions against each-other . but our uncles and aunts prevent it from happening. ^idk im bad at storyline plot XD. reader daughter is a witch you decide :p

Always and Forever

A/N: hope is a bit of a dick in the beginning, just a heads up.

A/N²: thank you for this request I loved writing it! sorry for taking so long to post it, university is burying me alive.

summary: you and hope have a quarrel. there's spilled blood and a few apologies.

pairing: none.

w.c: 3K

warnings/content: mentions of a major character death; lucien castle (I fucking hate him so it's a warning); mention of minor characters death; siblings arguments; description of violence; blood; injuries; gore; lots of angst; happy ending.

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“I am so done with you, Hope.”

The storm your feet were causing against the wood of the compound reached your family's sensitive ears quickly.

“Oh, you're done with me?” Your sister followed your harsh steps, earning a glare from you that you didn't need to look back at her for her to see it. “Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Like how stupid I am for making a decision? Isn't that what you always say anyway?”

“And you still don't listen!”

Rebekah was the first one to protest from the living room where a bunch of compelled men were being ordered around to redecorate the place.

“Girls, pitch it down. I'm trying to do some redecorating here,” her unhelpful jab was promptly ignored as you yanked the door open, the sound echoing through the room. “Hey!” Rebekah stared at your angry breeze in indignation. “Do not ignore me—”

“Come back. We're not done talking.”

Then, just as you were in the middle of the street, you went back inside the compound. Or rather, pulled back by an invisible force.

Did Hope just used her magic on you? Did she just—

“Say it. Say what you think. What you have always thought about me. Go ahead.”

“Hope.” Warned Elijah.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as your fists clenched, “Do not manhandle me with your stupid magic, Hope—”

“What on Earth is going on here?” Kol peaked below from the bannister. He could hear the screaming from ten miles away and he was trying to take a nap for goodness sake. “I thought we didn't have children in this family anymore? You know,” he starts to descend the stairs slowly. “It was the best day of my entire life when you both quit the shrieking phase—”

“Then don't turn your back on me when I'm speaking.” Hope said, completely ignoring Kol's irrelevant input in your argument.

“You sound just like Dad. Maybe that's why you bond so well. The reckless and the paranoid.”

Hope scoffed.

“Is that jealousy I hear? What, the second child couldn't accept the scrapes of left-over love?”

Finn arrived in the living room just as your whole demeanor switched from angry to numb in less than a second. The workers had vanished, Rebekah's doing because she read the situation previous to the outburst.

And she did not want an outburst. Less alone from you, a witch-in-learning since your powers had gotten out of hand due to the Mikaelson's last inconvenience — Lucian Castle.

He had done a number on you. The magic that used to run free and controlled through your fingers now felt like electric currents burning inside your veins. Not in a good way. Long story short, your abilities were in time-out. Until your emotions take over and you lose control.

Which was what was happening in that moment.

“Hope,” Rebekah walked towards your pair carefully as Kol and Finn watched from afar. “That's enough. Why don't you take a walk—”

“Why do you never stay on my side?” Hope snapped at her aunt, finally breaking your stare.

Rebekah let out a sigh, “I'm not taking any sides here. You both have got to take a minute and discuss this later.”

You could feel the slight twitch on the tip of your fingers.

“Do you remember how many people I've lost because of her, Aunt Beks?” You asked, the corner of your lips raising. Hope gave you a roll of eyes. “Some by choice, because I chose her above anyone else. Blood is thicker than water, right? Then, some because they were collateral damage. Why? Because the fucking world revolves around Hope Mikaelson?”

Hope's expression morphs into annoyance, “It was not my fault they died!”

“Of course, not. Who would've thought there would be consequences for your actions, Hope?”

“You're unbeleavible. You told me it wasn't my fault. You!”

“Well, I lied!” You marveled, taking a step foward as anger seeped within your body. “I lied when I said that it wasn't your fault. I lied when I covered for you all of those times. In fact, I lied when I said I'd always be on your side. I'm so done with your selfishness, Hope. Because although you're my sister, you've hurt me more than any other being has hurt me!”

A warm hand attempt to tug you a few steps back. You barely acknowledge it.

“I never asked you to do anything, you've made your own choices. Don't come blame me for it. If the people you care about were hurt, that's on you. Not me.”

“Enough.”

Your father's voice caused the both of you to freeze in your spot. Hope shoulders sagged as she let out a huff.

“She started it. I'm just telling the truth.”

“Shut up, Hope,” you exclaimed in exasperation. Your patience wearing thin. Everyone could feel your powers praying to be unleashed.

“I said enough!” Klaus's tone might have been final but your argument was far from the end.

Elijah said your name when he noticed the your eyes darkening lightly.

“You know what?” Hope took a few steps towards you. She, too, could feel your magic and a little sly smile grew in the corner of her lips. “If it weren't for you, mom might still be here,” even though she whispered, every vampire heard the affirmation and tensed.

They should've acted sooner. But now it had gone too far.

Just as she had moved you like a marionette previously, you raised your hand and threw her body next to the closest wall. The force created a ruptured in the outline of your sister, who let out a groan.

Your name was called in warning. You couldn't hear if it was your Dad or one of your uncles. You knew it wasn't Rebekah because she was already helping her dear niece out of the mess you made.

Too late.

“Say it again.”

Before she could use her own magic, you used your vampire speed to push Rebekah away and grab your older sister by the neck.

“Go on, Hope,” you shoved her in the adjacent wall. Why did no one was trying to stop you? Well. They were busy being held thrown in different areas of the house by your out-of-control stupor. “Tell me how I'm to blame for her death. Tell me how I have scrapes of our family's love. You got it all first, didn't you? I arrived to take it away? Is that what you thought? Is that what I am? A leftover?”

Hope's groans of pain didn't phaze your unstoppable strength, nor did her beaten-up face or her bleeding nose. You smirked upon seeing the glint of annoyance in her bright blue eyes. The color shifting towards yellow slightly. You were practically taunting her wolf.

“A leftover daughter, right, Dad?” the jab directed at your father wasn't unnoticed. “I'm sure he'd agree with you on that, sis.”

“Bitch.” Hope let out a sneer and kicked you on the stomach.

“For fuck's sake!” Kol used his vampire speed to push Hope out of your reach as Finn grabbed you by the shoulders. “That's enough. Both of you, stop.”

Ripping out a piece of a chair, you grabbed the pointed wood and stuck in his heart. His shocked expression didn't brought guilt to your chest, not when anger was still the bigger emotion gripping you wholly. You created an invisible barrier to keep anyone but Hope away. And when your sister is about to sink her hybrid teeth into your arm, you lift her from the ground with your powers.

You drowned out all the protests and focused on squeezing her neck with your mind.

“I'm so sick of you.” She struggled to breath. “I'm sick of being left out. I'm sick of being on the receiving end of your problems. I wish you weren't my sister!”

It was all too fast. Hope's body was released and she fell to the floor like a ragdoll. You walked slowly towards her. She wasn't completely weak, just recovering from being cut out of breath for a few minutes. At any moment, she could surprise you with the little souvenir of a deadly warewolf bite, one you didn't have the cure of because your warewolf gene was never activated.

You weren't scared of her. No. You didn't feel anything. Just frustration. All anger anger anger anger.

As your hand sinked into her chest and she screamed out in agony, satisfaction slipped through your fingers. Your sister's blood in your hands may have been the prettiest art you had seen till today.

Then, a gasp echoed throughout the room.

You blinked in surprise as you felt a cold, thin metal etched into your back. The stinging of the blade made you let go of your sister's heart and stumble back. Your vision blurring slightly.

“Shh, shh, it's okay,” your dad's arms were the ones you fell into as you moaned in pain. “You'll be fine.”

“What are you doing?!” Rebekah exclaimed. “Pull the dagger out, Nik. Now!”

“This is your daughter, Niklaus!” Finn took her side as he helped Kol to his feet. He had been the one to take out the stake out of his chest.

Hope stared at your unconscious body as her own healed. It was turning gray little by little, the blood from her chest painted in both of your hands. The lifeless expression should've brought her relief. It did for a glimpse of second. Then the guilt arrived like a bucket of cold water.

She didn't particularly like you at that moment. She wanted you dead, quiet, unmoving. But the images of your daggered family through decades flashed in her mind. Their unfamiliarity with reality. Their numbness with life all together.

Hope didn't want that for you. You were her sister. Even if you tried to kill each other occasionally, even if she hates you some times.

It was her fault.

“Dad,” she croaked out, “Dad, pull it out,” her tone had an edge of desperation, the situation sinking in.

Has it gotten that bad that their father thought this would be the only solution? “Dad.”

“We have to find a way to control her.” He said calmly, caressing a few strands out of your bloodied face.

“You're not protecting her like this, Niklaus. You know this isn't what this is.” Elijah attempted to step closer. “We can handle the matter,”

“Don't say that.” Kol gazed up at him with bitterness. “Don't call my niece a matter because you can't admit the truth.” He didn't care that you had just literally stabbed him through his chest. You weren't aware of your surroundings, of what you were doing. He knew how that feels like. Not being in control was an all-too-familiar place he had been before. “We can help her without inflicting pain. She's struggling. She was tortured, Nik. The girl is traumatized. Do you think it will help if you keep her away for— what, how long this time? Three, seven years? She's your daughter. Snap out of it.”

“She'll regret you for the rest of her life if you do this.” Rebekah let out. Everyone turned to her. “I almost did.”

Klaus's eyes flickered to your peaceful demeanor for a moment, hand pressed against your cheek softly. He looked up at Hope, her desperate matching blue irises silently begging him.

A leftover daughter, right, Dad? Had he made you feel like that? He couldn't tell. Ever since Hayley died, he crawled into a wheel of uncertainty. He was buried underneath the earth of mistakes and enemies he had acquired. His own mind being the mastermind of it all.

One thing he was sure, the two of you were always and would always be equal in his heart. He'd have to make sure that you understood that. The last thing he could do as he lived was fail you.

Hayley would be so disappointed.

Just like Kol requested him to, he snapped out of it. The fear of facing your uncontrolled abilities materialised in the image of numbness in your eyes. He couldn't lose you. And he wouldn't. But his brother was right, inserting a dagger in your heart wouldn't make the situation better.

He had to learn from his mistakes at some point.

Your gasp as you returned to reality sent guilt right into his chest. Hope cradled your body in an embrace, mumbling I'm sorry's repeatedly. Everybody watched in expectation of your reaction. The furrow in your eyebrows as you studied your surroundings were a small indication that you were coming back.

Blinking slowly, you looked down at your sister with widened eyes, “Did I hurt you?” the question slipped as you noticed the blood in her clothes and the hole in her blouse.

Hope's tear-stricken expression switched to an amused one, “What do you think?” then, she started crying again. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those things, I—”

The pang in your head made you wince slightly. The memories coming back.

You squeezed her arm, shaking your head, “It's fine. I don't know why I lost it. I'm sorry.” a frown etched into your forehead. “I didn't mean it, Hope.”

Meeting your eyes, she knew what you were talking about, “No, I am. I shouldn't have pushed you. You were right. I'm reckless and irresponsible and paranoid and I never put your first. I'm sorry. I love you, I'll try, okay? I never meant to hurt you.”

You sighed, a sad smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, okay. I love you too.”

She hugged you again and a grimace twitched your face, “Uh, you've got blood all over you, can you...”

“And whose fault is that? That was my favourite blouse!”

“That was not your favourite blouse. Your favourite is a red one with a sweetheart neckline—”

“And they're back.” Kol rolled his eyes fondly, leaving to go back to his room. He needed to get you form his bloody clothes, thanks to you.

“Should we stay?” Finn queried Elijah, watching you bicker over a blouse. Elijah smiled faintly.

“No. It's all dealt with.” His eyes caught his half brother's across the room before he and Finn left. Get rid of the dagger or I'll get rid of you. He knew Klaus could read his mind — not literally — as no one else were able to do. He hoped he would at least listen to this advice.

Or else.

“Did you dagger me?”

He blinked caught of guard by your sudden appearance in front of him. Face emotionless.

Hope and Rebekah had left as well. Probably understanding that you need to talk privately.

“I did.” He said, eyes softening. “Sweetheart, I—” he was cut off by your arms wrapping around him in an awkward movement.

You weren't the closest pair of father and daughter out there. You've had your disagreements, there was a lot in which the both of you were different. Hayley was the one that you clinged to. Ever since you were a child. He knew you missed her warmth, her words, her. One could never move on fully after losing a mother. It's heart-wrecking. If he had any say on it, he would've never let Hayley go. He'd surrender in a heartbeat.

“Thanks for bringing me back, Dad.”

Klaus let out a shaky breath, caressing the back of your neck. And still, with Hayley gone, there was so much of you that brought her back constantly. Your eyes. Your compassion, mostly. “Do not thank me. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong. Once again I have let myself be taken my selfish reasons. Sweetheart,” he cupped your cheeks, and you looked up at him. “I'm sorry.” That was the sentence Klaus found more difficult in saying out loud. This turned on his back quickly when you and Hope were born. It wasn't a matter of ego, anymore. It was about not hurting you the way he had been hurt by the people that gave him life. He'd rather die than disapoint his daughters. “If you need time away, I understand. That was wrong—”

“Will you let me speak or I'm supposed to stay quiet the whole time?”

Klaus snapped his mouth shut.

You smiled, “Alright. Yes, that was wrong and selfish. But so was I. I was out of me, Dad. Honestly, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't done that. Hope, she— I can't even think—”

“Don't think. Nothing bad happened.”

“It might have!” You cried out. “I'm not okay. I don't know how to be okay. And I don't want to hurt anyone else in this process. What if the next time I snap it's you? Or uncle Elijah? Or anyone else?”

Klaus pressed a kiss against your forehead and brought you closer again, your shoulders slumped as you let you a sob. “I'm scared, Dad.”

“I know, I know.” He whispered, tightening his hold on you so you would calm down. “We'll get you help. You've been hurt, sweetheart. It's not going to be easy, it never is. But you'll get better. We'll be there.” He paused. “But first and foremost, don't ever think you are not loved by me. Or any of us. Is that clear? You come first. You always have and you always will. You and Hope.”

Hayley would've worded it out better.

You nodded weekly, averting his eyes.

“I'm going to make sure you don't feel like that anymore, alright?” He tipped your chin so you would meet his eyes. “You're not alone, honey,” the sniffles slipped from you against your will and soon the tears arrived. He dried one by one to then cradle your head against his chest.

Letting out a shaky breath, you buried your face deep into his shoulder. You were tired, but your family could give you strength. Even your mother — especially your mother — who might not be present but she was still there. You could feel it.

Your father smiled down at your bloodshot features, bopping your nose which made you crack a laugh. “Always and forever,” he whispered.

A promise.

“Always and forever,” you mumbled back, smiling in response.

#reader insert #the originals fanfiction #the originals fic #requested #mikaelsons x reader #the originals imagine

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writingwhywhywhy · 2 years

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Raising Hope

You woke up in the cold sweat that you were used to. These nightmares, that were really flashbacks, had haunted you for months. You got up and washed your hands. You knew that the blood had long washed away. Before you could process anything really deep, you heard Hope scream. It matched her parents' death scream.

You walked into her room. Jackson was already rocking the three year old. There was an agreed upon silence. "She still missed them." He explained.

"Despite it all, I miss them too."

"Who knew the Mikaelsons were so dependent on your coven's mercy."

"The same person who knew they relied as heavily on the werewolves' grace."

There was that silence again. "That time was their only slip up according to Hayley."

You nodded your head. That was not new information. "I'm surprised they didn't see it coming. My coven had been waiting for a mess up the moment I became entangled with Elijah. One good excuse to kill them all."

"The pack hadn't been much better but they mostly wanted Marcel’s head.”

A shiver ran down your back. Your mind wandered to the what if you had been a few moments later, or if Jackson hadn’t showed up. You were able to save her from your coven, but a few of the werewolves craved more blood. You reached out and rubbed the top of Hope’s head. “The last of her kind.” Jackson said

“The last vampire.”

“Your coven really wanted to eliminate all vampires.”

“They couldn’t have gotten far without your pack.”

The two of you missed belonging to a group of people exactly like you. Both of you would have run back to the familiar arms of your family like group, but there was Hope. You still loved Elijah and Jackson still loved Hayley. Two dead people who had the nerve to cheat on each of you. The two of you had caught the two of them in a post morning bliss. Your coven took that as a war declaration and Jackson’s pack took the opportunity to help kill people who forced a harder life on them. It was a bloodbath. Your coven was a bit more deranged than the werewolves but not by much.

“So what do we tell her when she is older?” You asked

“That she was well loved.”

“She still is.”

“They were good to her.”

“Is it wrong that I never want her to ask about them?”

“I hope she waits until she is older.”

“We could always tell her we are her mom and dad.” You joked, knowing Hope would see through that.

“We will be the only parents she remembers.”

“I am sorry.”

“I am too.”

Your agreed upon silence went on. Hope finally snored and Jackson put her back to bed. “Coffee?” He asked

“The nightmares got you also?”

A grunt was the answer you got as he headed towards the kitchen. You followed out of habit and boredom. The coffee was warm and necessary. Sleep would be evasive for both of you for years.

The following day you went to your room and passed out the moment Hope was in bed. You woke up in another cold sweat. You knew that sleep would not return to you. You went and made coffee. As soon as the pot filled, Jackson was in the kitchen with you. “Maybe we should try sleeping in the daylight.” You suggested while you poured him a cup of coffee.

“Maybe.”

“Or we could just stop trying to sleep all together.”

Grunting was Jackson’s favorite response. So when he spoke it was like cold water in your face. “We could try sex.”

“What?”

“You know that thing you do when you are interested in a human and want to be physical with them.”

“Jackson..” You started to explain you had no feelings

“Not for feelings. I was reading somewhere that it helps you go to sleep.”

“Sure.” After months of almost no sleep, you were willing to try anything.

You were shocked but it worked. Everynight you woke up, you would go to Jackson’s room. Everynight that he woke up, he would go to your room. The two of you were in almost perfect sync for the nightmares. After a few months, it was a waste of time and space for the two of you to sleep in separate rooms.

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synchlora · 4 years

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26. be wise

26. DESTROYA OR Vampire Money?

elijah u realize u r making me choose between frank iero moaning vs frank iero saying 'oh im there baby'?? do you understand the gravity of this choice??? of this situation????? you have chosen this for the sole purpose of condemning my dumb gay ass.

anyway it's destroya. don't fucking judge me it's a good song for more than the reasons above. like straight up tho it is actually a gorgeous song and the HARMONICS AT THE END DONT GET ME STARTED MOTHERFUCKER. the fact that it also has the line 'if what you are is just what you own what have you become when they take from you almost everything?' WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

AND DUCT TAPE SCARS ON MY HONEY??? FUCK MAN. its just got energy man. lots of trans vibes in that line like what the fuck man.

like vampire money is incredible in the fact that the censored version is somehow 100x hornier than the uncensored version but god. i have to go w destroya man. like there's so much going on there.

and it made an unassuming straight man (jimmy fallon) feel physical pain so that's a win here man.

#i am sorry for this post but elijah you have forced my hand #ty for condemning me w this ask <3 #please know the first paragraph is a JOKE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD #i am simply trying to be funny #but yeah. destroya is a rly fuckin good song and i hate that its just seen as 'haha funny song w moaning in it'#cause its rly important to the story man #i just. i have some anger abt this shit bc no one wants to look past the moaning in it #they wrote a good song that has some fuckin amazing lyrics but everyones just like. i will not pay attention bc this is Too Much #agdnsgdjsvh okay i am done w that rant but yeah #i have absolutely condemned myself w this post so elijah i hope ur happy #not saying my blog was ever not a wreck but this has fully secured that fate #asks #mcr tag

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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Hi! Congrats on getting 1500 followers! Here is my GIF, I can’t wait to see what you do with it!

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Nope. None that I can think of.

Author’s Note: Emma I freaking miss you! I hope that you are doing okay out there. And I am soooo sorry this has taken me so long to get posted. I hope that if /when you come back that you this that you’re happy with it. Again, I miss you! Welcome to the first day of May Madness. This fic is for my 1500 follower challenge and the last one. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Klaus took careful steps as he walked through the building. His ears listen for any sign of movement with each step he takes. The sound of a faint heartbeat told him he wasn’t alone there. And as he walked further into the building, he hoped that the heartbeat belonged to the very person he was looking for.

Months ago, Klaus and his siblings had dealt with an enemy like no other. One that can easily manipulate the minds of those within close proximity. And while the Mikaelsons had found a way to resist the manipulation, one hadn’t been so lucky. Y/N’s mind had been manipulated in ways that no one would fully understand.

Because of the manipulation, Y/N was forced to leave New Orleans. From what any of the siblings could gather, Y/N had no recollection of the Mikaelsons. She barely even knew how she had become a hybrid herself. All she knew was she couldn’t trust anyone and moved from place to place.

The Mikaelsons had lost track of her for some time while they were dealing with the new enemy. When Freya had managed to locate her with a spell, Y/N had been across the world. Without even a hesitation of thought, Klaus walked out of the compound in New Orleans and made his way to Y/N.

The sound of soft footsteps had caught Y/N’s attention as she had been getting ready to leave for the day. She stayed still, hoping that it had just been her imagination. But the next step had been heard so easily that whoever was in her home was close by. With her own quiet steps, she moved to hide.

A spot that gave her a view of the whole room had been able to hide her in plain sight. She waited quietly as the intruder continued to make their way into the room. As her eyes landed on Klaus, there was a sense of familiarity that came over Y/N. But no matter how many times she tried to place it, nothing came to mind. Y/N knew she could easily wait him out, but there was a part of her that wanted to know why he had come in search of her.

In one swift movement, Y/N had the intruder pinned against the nearest wall. The movement had caught Klaus by surprise as he took in the woman before him. Even as her hand came and wrapped around his neck, there was no recognition in her eyes.

It caused a small smirk to pull at his lips as a memory came to mind. One that he rather enjoyed since it was the first time they met. "We both know this won't end well."

A look of shock formed at Y/N’s face as she removed her hand and stepped back from the man. Her mouth opened to say something, but she hadn’t even been sure what to say. The words he said were familiar. She had them memorized since the day she got the mark.

Her eyes searched his face as she tried to get her mind to come up with something, anything to say to him. And when her words evaded her, Klaus took a step closer to her, causing her to take a step back slightly.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” she asked a moment later. Her mind was screaming that this was familiar in many ways. The tattooed words didn’t have the same burning affect they should have had. Instead it was

For when soulmates meet each other and hear the first words they say to each other, the tattoo was to bring warmth to the spot. But for those that know each other already, instead of warmth, it should have a cool feeling, as if ice had been placed against the skin. And when Y/N’s eyes landed on Klaus earlier, she had felt the cold sensation that came as a familiar feeling to her. And when Klaus said the words, her mind put it together.

“We have.” Klaus said calmly, hoping to keep her from taking off on him. “We met years ago. I had been the one to turn you into a hybrid.”

His words were familiar. It was like her heart knew exactly what he was talking about. “Was I compelled?”

Klaus shook his head quickly. “Not compelled. We came up against a witch who could manipulate our minds easily. While Freya had been able to get most of our minds back to normal, your mind had been manipulated to leave right away.” He took a step towards her, this time she didn’t move away from him. He could see that she was wanting to know what happened.

“How long ago was this?” She asked as she watched him close the distance between them.

“You’ve been gone six months.” He brought his hand up slowly to run it along her cheek. “We-I’ve been doing anything I could to get you back. But like the first time we met, you are resourceful.”

Y/N leaned into his hand. The action itself is familiar in a way that her mind couldn’t fully understand. Pieces of her wanted nothing more than to stay by his side even though there was something just telling her not to trust him.

“Can Freya fix it?” She asked, her eyes meeting his, hoping for something, anything. For something to prove that the thoughts that were currently screaming at her were wrong.

“She can.” He said with a nod. “I just need you to trust me that the thoughts that are currently going through your head are wrong. I am not someone you need to fear.”

Y/N’s lip began to tremble at his words. For those were the exact thoughts that were going through her mind. That the man before her was to be feared. That he was the enemy that would harm her and she should run as far as she could. But the welcoming comfort of the cool feeling against the tattoo had told her differently. This was someone that she trusted and loved. Not the person that her thoughts were portraying him to be.

Despite every part of her screaming that what she was about to say was wrong, she knew that she was doing the right thing. She brought her hand up to his and placed it on top of it before her eyes locked with his once more.

“Please take me home.” She said as tears began to form in her eyes. “I’d love to have whatever it was that I lost back.”

A smile pulled at Klaus’s lips at her words. “I’d be happy to, love.”

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smuggsy · 3 years

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Remember this post about how Riddler dug up Elijah's body and we just... collectively chose to ignore it along with Oswald? 😂

Well. I un-ignored it. With a sad angsty fic.

(You can read it down here as well.) Word count: 2040. Tags: #emotional comfort #established relationship #hence: canon divergence #nightmares

Oswald's used to having nightmares. He's no stranger to sleepless nights, 5-am coffees have become a bit of a recurrent habit to make up for the drowsiness clouding his mind after a particularly difficult dream chimes in without permission and throws his sleeping schedule off — so much that he often finds himself power-napping through the day when Ed isn't around to tell him off for it.

Yes, he's almost grown too accustomed to Hugo Strange's voice narrating all sorts of gruesome scenarios that he ends up carrying out of his own volition, propelled forward by an unknown and invisible force deep inside. He never really sees the Doctor, but he hears him all the time, he's just there all the time. He tells Oswald what to do and Oswald does it without a pinch of remorse. Shoot him. Stab her. Blow them all to pieces, they deserve it.

It's the kind of hell he's used to. He's almost learnt to accept it's never going away. That it's a part of his psyche now, a part of him that will never really go away — because how do you fix a tattered mind? He wouldn't let anyone try, anyway. Not after Arkham.

This night is different. This night he's assaulted by a new kind of terror, almost perfectly calibrated and specially curated for him. Blossoming from the deepest part of his mind where he'd stocked it, never to be revisited.

And it's most cruel for one reason: when he wakes up with a startle he can't bear the thought of those arms wrapping around him and providing comfort like they've done so many times before. In fact, the first thing he does when he opens his eyes is untangle himself from Ed's sleeping embrace like it burns him.

Which means he's got no-one but himself to count on, again. No-one to hush him through the aftermath and speak softly in his ear and hum a long-dead melody until he calms down or, if he's lucky, falls back asleep.

"Oswald?"

He sits on the edge of the bed, hunched over to catch his breath, and feels Ed shifting position behind him. His partner's voice is clouded with sleep and Oswald can't bring himself to even turn around and reassure him — lie to him. He fears if he turns around he won't see Ed but Riddler. Not Ed's gentle eyes but Riddler's mocking glare. Not a warm comforting smile but a disdainful sneer.

His father, standing on the other side of the bed with a disappointed frown. My boy, how could you steep so low? Do you know where I am? Do you know where he left me?

When Ed's warm fingers brush over his right shoulder Oswald bolts upright with a whine.

"Osw—?"

And he runs to the bathroom and slams the door close behind him, feeling his one-piece nightgown sticking to his chest with sweat.

"Oswald, what's wrong?" Edward's voice is immediately on the other side, he tries turning the doorknob but Oswald is pinning it closed with his own weight, still unable to brush away the gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal that's so suddenly taken hold of him, "Oswald, get off the door."

It's a gentle request.

Oswald might have done it, perhaps, might have considered it, if he hadn't looked right into the mirror hanging on the opposite wall and seen Elijah's pale and sickness-stricken face. A dead man's face that makes him shiver.

He shall never have peace, so long as you're with him, Oswald thinks. Some other Oswald. Some other voice that sounds like his but isn't. Can't be.

"Oswald," Ed tries again, and this time he pushes against the door with more conviction, Oswald leans off and turns around to face him when he comes in, to keep him away, Riddler, he's still in there, he's— "oh dear," Ed coos, having one look at him and taking pity instantly. He takes a step forward and Oswald takes a step back.

"No!" he blurts out with a raspy voice. Edward stops dead in his tracks, lost expression for a moment before his shoulders relax again.

"It's okay, Oswald. It was just a nightmare," he adds, softly like so many times before.

"No, it isn't! It wasn't!" Oswald lashes out, hating that he looks at Ed's dishevelled face and concerned caramel eyes and wants him to just get away, his voice comes out just barely, "you did that to him! You— How could you?!"

Ed opens his mouth and doesn't move, clearly taken aback by the accusation even if he fails to comprehend, thrown off by the way Oswald looks at him, stands like that, like a wounded animal, like he might flee if Edward takes another step forward.

He still takes a step forward, though, because he never was really good with physical cues.

"Os, I don't understand wha—"

"Don't touch me!"

Oswald jerks away and hits the wall behind, still shivering despite his burning skin. Edward shows him his palms, a gesture of surrender.

"Okay. Okay, I'm not," he takes a steadying breath in, "I'm staying right here."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's not him, I swear! I didn't—"

"Oswald?"

"He's different now! He's not like that anymore!"

Oswald gestures towards Ed, clever, supportive, thoughtful, with his checked blue pyjamas and plaid shirt and lack of glasses and puffy eyes from sleep. Then he looks back at his father now standing by the door and projects the thought: Ed. Not Riddler!

But Elijah shakes his head and purses his lips, looking him up and down like he doesn't approve and Oswald just needs him to understand.

"It's not hiiiiim!"

"Oswald, this is starting to become very unsettling."

Edward looks around, to his right, there. To where Oswald's looking, to nothing. He knows that deranged gaze, he's seen it countless times before, he's stood in front of the mirror a lot of times and seen it on himself.

"Os, it's just those new painkillers making you groggy, okay? It's a much heavier dose than the one you're used to. Whatever you're seeing," Edward chances a slow step forward and Oswald finally turns his head back to him, with glassy eyes and tears on his eyelashes and still looking like he'll run away, "it's not there, Oswald. I am here."

Oswald stares at him for a few more silent moments with a lost expression, mouth open and still bracing himself with one hand on the cold tiles behind and the other on the sink.

"You're not... you're not him, I try to— I tell him you're not," he babbles, looking feverish and lost.

That's when the penny drops for Edward. It feels like a stab to the heart, that broken voice, the trembling hands, the quivering lips, the whole sight of an Oswald so distressed he won't even let him get close enough to soothe him.

"No," Ed says softly, his own voice failing him for a moment, shaking his head and taking yet another step closer, "no," he repeats breathless, "I'm not. Please. Come here."

He reaches an offering hand and Oswald slowly looks down as if weighing his options. As if making sure this isn't a trick — which, well. If he's thinking of Riddler, he can hardly be blamed for exercising caution, Ed admits. It hurts him to admit it. To know he's caused this, one way or another. Painkillers or not. This raw incoherent fear is coming from somewhere, however small the flame that ignited it might be, and he can't fix it because Oswald won't stop trembling like a leaf and recoiling.

"Oswald, please," he begs, voice finally breaking and eloquence escaping him, retrieving his outstretched hand and rubbing fingers over his burning eyelids because if he breaks down too... "please, it's me, Ed, just Ed."

He doesn't know what to do. He's on the verge of blurting out apologies when he opens his eyes to Oswald latching onto him with one of those desperate hugs. Ed wraps his arms around him instantly, a reflex, feeling like he's just come back to life.

"Go away," Oswald says, sobs with his face buried in the crook of his neck and starts crying. Edward tightens his hold and hides his own tears in the other man's raven locks, understands he's not the one being spoken to, "go, please. I won't leave him!"

Edward can barely understand the string of pleas when Oswald's clutching onto him so firmly his words come out muffled and nearly intelligible. Either way, he's not about to ask who's there — better not add salt to the wound. Not feed the horror, lest it become a recurrent thing. He needs him to understand this is a figment of his imagination if he's not aware already.

"Shhhh, it's all good," he keeps Oswald in place with an arm around his waist and brings the other one to gently pet his hair, "it's o-kay, Oswald. I'm here, it's just you and me."

Oswald nods against his chest but he can't seem to bring himself to stop crying. Edward rubs circles on his back.

"Just you and me," he repeats, striving for a soothing voice and feeling it waver ever so slightly.

They stay like that for a whole five minutes until Oswald finally leans back, sniffs and looks up with red eyes and a self-deprecating comment on his lips that Ed doesn't let him voice out.

"Come on, it's freezing out here."

Ed guides him back under the covers and tucks him in, Oswald watches his every move like an overcurious child. That cloudy expression is gone, though, and Ed can't help but let out a sigh of relief at having him back. He looks drained but sober.

Mostly sober.

His eyes still dart around with a nervous air but he doesn't seem to find his demon anywhere. When Ed climbs back up on the bed Oswald immediately shifts closer and hides his face in his shirt again.

"I'm sorry, that—"

"No-uh-uh," Ed cuts in, brushing a strand of hair off his green doe eyes and feeling an almost compulsive need to plant a kiss on the now-red tip of his nose, "say no more."

Oswald purses his lips and shuffles even closer, pressing his flush body so firmly against Ed's that they can't exactly see each other's faces anymore.

"Can you...?"

"Yes I can."

And that's that. He settles his chin on top of Oswald's head and starts humming; content to sidestep the issue just for now but unable to brush aside the sour taste of guilt filling almost every corner of his mind.

He starts rubbing circles on Oswald's back and doesn't stop the melody until he feels the other man's hold loosen up and his breath change into a normal and peaceful pace. Only then does Edward slowly extract himself from the embrace, far enough that he can look at Oswald's face.

Red and wet and troubled, still. He reaches over and soothes the lines on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Os," he breathes out.

He's used to Oswald having nightmares. He wakes up all heaving breaths and uncertain hands latching onto anything that's near for comfort, for safety or reassurance. Ed is always there to provide either one, wrap his arms around his shaking form and listen to him if he wants to talk. Make him a cup of tea or play soft tunes on the piano if sleep doesn't return.

Oswald's always been needy like that.

Having him wake up and frantically keep himself away, recoil from his touch and excuse himself to a third party only he can see... that's a first.

And it's terrifying.

Because He made that happen. Because Oswald's grown to be too dependant and Ed's grown to be his anchor in moments like these and if he can't even be that... then what can he be? What's left for him to be, besides the clear instigator?

Ed closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, focusing on the sound of Oswald's breathing and on the touch of his cold feet and the smell of cherry-scented hair conditioner. He relishes in the familiarity of the hold and shakes the darker thoughts away.

Perhaps he's become a bit dependant himself.

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mismaeve · 2 years

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Saying farewell to a fandom. I put it under the cut so only those who are interested can click and read.

After some thinking, I've decided to leave the Kalijah fandom. This post is by no means an attempt at trying anything, it's just that I feel I should tell you guys. It's also my feelings and experiences with the fandom so nobody can tell me it's not true or is wrong. It is how I have felt.

1. I'm mainly leaving because I haven't felt either appreciated or welcome by the fandom. Some of you have been very sweet and I've loved that, some - not so much. I've been feeling for quite some time now that I haven't been finding whatever it was that I've been looking for and needing/wanting. And it has taken a major toll on my writing and inspiration.

2. My writing muse for this fandom is completely gone and shut, dead. I had fun in the beginning, but later on, it just started feeling more and more like work, and I got exhausted. I even experienced anxiety. And then you definitely know that something is wrong.

3. I most likely won't finish Burning Lights. I've tried, but it's felt forced. I honestly don't know what to write (again, inspiration is completely gone). But maybe that's because that story is actually finished? I mean, they made amends and Elijah turned her, so what would I write about? It's not the ending I wanted, probably not the ending you wanted, but it's going to be the ending that we have.

4. I am letting you know in case you are waiting for more updates or other content. My strictly Kalijah followers, since I no longer will make content, can now unfollow me as this will continue as a Tolkien blog. I will continue following my less than a handful of mutuals, I will continue to read and enjoy, and reblog their content because they're my friends, but that's basically it.

5. I also felt lonely and alone. I couldn't make mutuals because most of you were always nonnies. I know people have various reasons for going under anonymous, but when it's just that....Yeah, it felt very lonely.

6. I really am sorry, especially for leaving Burning Lights like this, but I can't force it. Not anymore. That said, I suppose this is goodbye. It has been fun, but now it's time for me to move on. Thank you so much for everything, and take care, darlings.

#i'm sorry

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years

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We’ll See About That (Elijah x Klaus x Reader)

Requested by anon. I wrote this two times cause my laptop decided to be an asshole and wouldn’t let me post it. Enjoy

(Y/n) was raised by her parents and the small pack of werewolves they belonged a few miles away from New Orleans. However she wasn’t a child brought to life as a result of a happy marriage, her mother married her father because of an arranged marriage, so s he fell in love with a warlock while being stuck at a toxic marriage. When (y/n) was born everything became worse, her father started to suspect and her mother took her stuff and (y/n) in the middle of the night and left, she was only 11 but she was thrilled to leave everything behind.

However, she never cared for the whole werewolf thing nor cared if she was a witch, she was spiritual yes, meditating and cleansing her house, having different type of tarot decks and aligning her chakra was something that brought her peace, but going in further was like dipping your fingers in the honey jar and expecting your hands to not get sticky.

(Y/n) studied abroad, once again leaving everything behind and making her own memories and decisions as a young adult. She knew that to “active” the wolf gene meant you have to kill somebody and she never had that intention, one night though when a man decided to follow her home and attack her, she lost control and had to not only deal with activating the curse but also dealing with the police and finding a way to keep her criminal record clean.

As graduation rolled around (y/n) decided to go back to the U.S.A, New Orleans to be exact. She could never go back to the pack her dad belong, she hadn’t talked to him in years and she doubted he would want to help,so her mother told her that a lot of different people have their home in New Orleans, so she decided to try her luck there.

“A pretty woman like you alone? It must be my birthday”

It was (y/n)’s first night in New Orleans, so she decided to go and have a drink, maybe get an idea or two on how to find someone that is willing to help her. She was sitting peacefully drinking her cocktail when a tipsy and absolute douche approached her.

“Well go find a cake, cause I for sure ain’t giving you any”

“Too bad, i’m sure your icing taste great”

Her facial expression showed how disgusted she was by the vulgar comment, she was about to answer a man when she saw a man nudge the annoying creep and take her hand in his.

“My sincere apologies for keeping you waiting love, you look beautiful”

He brought her hand up to his lips and looked at her right in the eyes, the wink he gave her made her understand what his plan was at. She smiled brightly at the kind stranger

“No worries babe, let me introduce you to this absolute creep that tried to hit on me”

“Oh how amusing. Listen mate, you have two options, one is to keep going at this and force me into take actions that will make me your worst nightmare, second is go on with your night while your arms are still attached to your body. Choice is yours”

He didn’t even say anything, he just looked down and left, (y/n) could see his already fragile ego crumble right in front of her. She started laughing, finding the entire situation cut out of a comedy.

“Thank you so much, let me buy you a drink”

“I think it goes the other way around love”

“It’s the 21st century, also you deserve one for scaring him to death. I’m (y/n) by the way”

“Klaus, pleasure to officially meet you”

They ended up talking and drinking for hours on end, the conversation flowed effortlessly making them feel comfortable with each other. Klaus walked (y/n) home at the wee hours of the morning, oh how beautiful she looked as the first streaks of sunlight caressed her face. They hugged and made a promise to see each other again

(y/n) slept until 3 p.m and woke up to her stomach demanding food after the back to back drinks she had last night with her new friend. She did her morning routine and decided into putting on a yellow sundress and placed her hair up into a quick updo, last was her moisturizer and sun screen, to protect her skin but also give her a nice glow and she was ready to hit the streets.

She got distracted by a very talented musician that played on the side of the road when she bumped into a mans back. As Elijah turned around all he saw was light, he couldn’t really put it into words but the woman that was standing right there looked like she was surrounded by the holy light and angels.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going”

If sirens every existed, she was one of them. Her voice sounded like little singing bells and those eyes, her gaze could stop the devil. He was so astonished by her beauty that he didn’t realized the human like fairy had stopped talking, making him look like he was mute.

“It’s alright dear, no need to worry”

“I got distracted, I am usually very aware of my surroundings”

“I understand, this town is full of distractions. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Elijah”

“Ohhh YOU are Elijah”

“Pardon?”

(Y/n) remembered the name from last night. Klaus had mentioned how him and his brother Elijah with his sister Rebekah came back to town. Of course Elijah was not aware of that conversation

“Your brother Klaus, I met him yesterday when he came to my rescue. I’m new here so he kept me company”

“What a kind and rare thing for my brother to do”

Of course Klaus would put his best foot forward when he meets a girl, well at least she was not hurt by him nor by anyone, such a shame for a miracle like her to get harmed. Regardless of that, Elijah got an incredible idea

“Well since my brother made a friend-which never really happens- I like to say that they are my friends as well, so would you accept my offer and accompany at our home for dinner tomorrow?”

“Oh you don’t have to, it’s fine”

“I insist, since you are new here someone should show you hospitality”

(Y/n) couldn’t really keep up with this whole thing, two handsome brothers coming to her aid and wanting to bring her over for dinner, it was almost too good to be true. She would dumb if she didn’t accept

“Fine, but i’ll warn you I have a big appetite”

As Elijah informed his brother of the interaction he had with (y/n) and the invitation he gave her for dinner the brothers started to sharpen their knives. Both of them requesting specific dishes from the chef they hired, arguing over what wine goes best and what music should they play or if there’s going to be music.

The hours passed and (y/n) stood outside their door. Klaus was the one to greet her first, he was stunned when he saw her. Her hair was down and curly, she wore a satin maxi dress with a plunging neckline and a slit on the side that showed her right leg.

“You really outdid yourself love, you look ravishing”

“Why thank you Klaus, you look amazing in this suit as well”

Klaus had chosen a formal attire for the evening, a black suited he had tailored back in the 20s, you could never go wrong with a classic.Klaus offered her his arm and she linked hers with his, walking in the house that looked like it was cut out of a fairytale.

“(y/n) you arrived, I must say that you are breathtaking”

“Thank you Elijah, you look very handsome as well, do you sleep with a suit on?”

Klaus took the opportunity and pulled a chair back for (y/n), helping her and then took his seat as well.

The night passed beautifully,(y/n) felt so pampered and the brothers felt euphoric by being at her good graces, they also spend the entire night keeping mental notes on who (y/n) smiled more, who’s joked she laughed, what compliments she gave, what foods she liked and most importantly who she talked to more. As the night came to an end (y/n) insisted into taking her car, besides two glasses of wine were nothing compared to the tons of alcohol she consumed when she was in college.

“Thank you for everything tonight, it was truly amazing”

“Of course love, with a guest like you anything else would have been an embarrassment, right brother?”

“Yes that’s quite right Klaus, we hope to see you again then”

“For sure, I wouldn’t pass on tasting that delicious food again”

She hugged both of them and then they saw her disappearing into the night, leaving them both with the sweet taste of happiness that they got to dine with such a magical being, they had to agree that (y/n) was the most peaceful and calming human being they have met.

“Well brother, I am happy you bravely put on a fight but I think I’ll take it from here”

“We’ll see about that Niklaus”

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fearofffear · 3 years

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show me the places where the others gave you scars

A/N: soo...hi. i’ve never posted a fanfic about choices but sadly, given the circunstances... i did this to wash the bad taste off my mouth after ch. 8. so my mc gets blamed, he gets screamed at and humilliated, but ethan is the one who gets all pissy and for what? he fucked up, he shouldn't be mad. but my mc who was innocent gets the worst end of the stick? and worst HE has to console this mf? screw that. i'm writing my own version of oph. anyways, i didn't want the bondage outfit for a scene with jackie, i wanted my mc to come home to jackie and TALK y'know. so that's exactly what i wrote. congrats pb, i promised myself i was never going to write again yet here i am. hope you enjoy!

pairing: jackie varma x m!mc (george valentine)

rating: t (some cursing, nothing too heavy)

summary: George feels crushed and angry after the showdown at the hospital, luckily for him, Jackie offers him a shoulder to cry on.

The sound of a slamming door pulls Jackie out of her concentration as she looks up from her stack of papers on the table to the front door. She leaves the pencil next to them as George walks in, and he looks like he’s about to explode.

“Heey...what happened?” George drops himself on the couch, burying his face on his hands. She raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t answer.

She stands up, leaving her paperwork behind (she can finish it later) and sits gently next to him, putting a reassuring hand on his knee. As George finally lifts his head, Jackie feels a sudden rush of anger and worry at the sight of his red nose and red trimmed eyes.

“George what…”

“They don’t trust me.” He says, sniffling softly as he toys with the end of his shirt. His eyes far away as Jackie leans closer, her eyes worriedly searching his face.

“Who? George please talk to me.” She tries her best to keep the desperation out of her voice, but her eyes betray her.

George sees the worry in her eyes and shakes his head, offering her a sad smile. “Harper...and it’s all Ethan’s fault.” He finishes with clenched teeth, the sadness in his eyes replaced by a raging fire. “He not only risked Elijah’s hard work…” Jackie raises her eyebrows at that. “But also refused to tell the entire team which led to Harper believing I was the one who who did it ”

“I’m sorry George, but i’m not understanding what you’re talking about.” She raises her hand from his knee to his cheek, softly stroking it with her thumb.

So he explains everything, from Elijah’s research, to Michael’s disease, to Ethan putting Michael in the human trials for the drug behind everyone’s back, and Jackie resists the urge to roll her eyes, because of course Ethan Ramsey didn’t care about the consequences of his actions.

“So you told me they don’t trust you, why?” She feels angry, because even if it was stupid, whatever happened made George miserable and while she feels the need to punch someone on the face she also wishes to take George in her arms and hold him until he feels better.

“Harper came in this evening, pointing her finger at me because she found out about Michael being in the human trials for Elijah’s drug, which is illegal by the way, and of course if there was someone to blame...it was me.” Jackie shakes her head, she cannot believe Harper would immediately blame George, especially since he has been nothing but friendly to her. But at the same time, a small part of her brain tells her that Harper isn’t George’s friend, she doesn’t know him, and she did the best with the facts she had. “And Tobias actually defended me, but it wasn’t enough, she kept going on and on saying about how it was obvious that it was me, because of the whole Ms. Martinez thing.” She clenches her eyes shut, because she knows how sensitive George gets about that.

“I tried to defend myself, but it was too late, without any evidence Harper ratted me out to Naveen.” Jackie feels her heart drop and a cold chill run down her spine, because there’s no way this is happening again. George can’t risk losing his licence again. She won’t allow it again.

“Thankfully, Ethan came in and heard everything. He told Harper that it was him, and that i had nothing to do with it, so if anyone was going down, it was him.” Despite her current anger, she lets out a small sigh of relief, she was ready to go deck Ethan if he didn’t take action and let George take the fall, but since he didn’t, the punching could wait.

“So, what happens now?”

“Ethan will probably be suspended, put on trial and…”

“And?”

“And the team will fall to either Tobias or Harper.” George reaches a hand and Jackie takes it, his fingers interlacing strongly with hers.

“But i don’t care about that. I care about the fact that Harper was so determined about how i was guilty…” There’s a small edge to his voice, most likely upset. “She told me she admired me, y’know? A couple of days ago.” He laughs dryly, no humor to it. “What a load of bull.”

“I get that you’re mad, you have every right to be, but she doesn’t owe anything to you, and neither do you.” Jackie speaks strongly, meeting his eyes fiercely. She squeezes his hand in hers. “You’re an amazing doctor, she doesn’t get to take that away from you.”

George smiles, perhaps for the first time he arrived, a true genuine smile that reaches his eyes, and raises her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss. “You’re the amazing one, you know that right?”

Jackie smiles bashfully. “Dumbass, I'm already sleeping with you, you don’t have to try to get into my pants.”

“I know, and i don’t wanna take that for granted.” He reaches and grabs her chin softly, bringing her lips to his for a kiss. Jackie smiles against his mouth, placing a hand on his neck.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss and rubs his thumb close to her lips, staring at her eyes intensely. “Look, I know you care about your co-workers, it’s perhaps your biggest flaw.” She says, never breaking eye contact. “You want everyone to get along but sadly, not everyone will trust you. And you don’t have to put so much faith unto others.”

George sighs, and lowers his eyes. But Jackie places her other hand on his cheek and forces his eyes to meet hers. “You have an amazing heart George, and even though this gets you in trouble, you wouldn’t be the George I love if you didn’t have it.” There’s a hidden message there but both of them know they aren’t ready for those three little words yet. So it remains unspoken.

He smiles stupidly, reaching to put a strand of hair behind her ear. “You give amazing pep talks, I think being Chief Resident has made you soft.”

Jackie rolls her eyes, slapping a hand to his shoulder as he laughs. “Shut up.”

George's eyes move from her to the stack of papers behind them and his mouth opens in surprise. “You were working? I’m sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt”

“It’s okay, I was bored and I needed a break. But now i need to return to it.”

He kisses her cheek and stands up. “Okay, don’t let me hold you.” He says with a small smile, turning to leave and it’s kind of annoying, Jackie thinks, how she can’t stop smiling when he’s around, she didn’t use to be this soft, but George always brings out this side of her.

“Before you leave…” George turns around, his eyes finding hers immediately. “Are you okay?” Jackie asks worriedly, her eyebrows pinched together.

“Better than okay. Thank you for helping me.” He says with a soft voice, reaching down to kiss her forehead, and Jackie can feel her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t say anything, she just rolls her eyes and watches him leave, her heart feeling fuller and weightless at the same time. She stands with a wistful sigh, walking over to finish her work.

Meanwhile, in his room, George closes the door behind him and his eyes find the picture he has on his mirror. A picture of him and Jackie, taken on the day of the baseball match past year. They both have a beer in their hands, her arm slinged around his shoulders as she laughs at something he said, her head thrown back and her face scrunched up adorably, while George looks enthralled at her, his eyes and smile soft as he stares at her, an arm around her waist.

Sienna took that picture (right before it all went to shit) and he remembers how she came to him and showed him the picture, she kept awwing, saying how cute they both looked. At the end of the day she sent it to him, and despite Jackie not knowing about it, he printed the photo and it has been on his mirror ever since. Of course Jackie saw it (she’s been in his room enough times) and he remembers her nodding her head at the picture, mumbling something along the lines of ‘looks good’ but right before he could answer, she kissed him sensless, the photo the last thing on his mind, and she never mentioned it again, and never asked for George to put it down, so he guessed she liked it.

As he looks at the picture he comes to the realization that no matter what happens next, he’ll be okay, as long as he has her by his side, he can get through anything.

#playchoices #open heart #jackie varma #jackie varma x mc #jackie x mc #adamsvegas writes #this chapter made me so angry i wrote a fanfic #lmao anyway #i haven't written in a while #so forgive me 🥴

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Light And Shadow

This is a belated post, written for @ connor-sent-by-cyberlife . They had made a list of prompts, and I only just found out about it last night and felt the need to hop in on this train. Sorry for it being late.

Pairings: HankCon (If You Squint)

Warnings: - Swearing - Slave Auctions - Slavery - Implied and Referenced Violence

Words: 1900

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It was a nice place for the kind of shit they did there. Hank didn't actually believe places like this had existed, but now that he was among the crowd and staring up at the stage, he was rather shook.

Hidden at the back of the elegant basement hall, Hank sat as nonchalant as he could, glaring up at the displayed 'stock' as they were shown off for the crowd. On a raised stage, rolled out on a trolley and bound from head to toe, were the remnants of the deviant android populace. Since their failed revolution, and President Warren's order to have all of them exterminated, it had been believed that deviant androids had been made entirely extinct.

The more Hank watched pass by, bought up by those few rich bastards that just wanted to gloat or have a slave, Hank's blood rose. From where he sat, cast in a deep blanket of shadow, he had hoped simply to uncover the underground, illegal auction, but now he was just too conflicted to call it in.

On the one hand; he hated all that these people stood for. Too many of these bastards just wanted something to use until it self-destructed or escaped into a world that hated them. On the other hand, however; if he called it in to the precinct, he was dooming all of the deviants to deactivation.

Hank had been moved by the deviants' cause when the revolution had been underway. It had been that defining moment in Hart Plaza, when the deviant leader, Markus, had held a peaceful protest, even whilst his people were being slaughtered in the camp nearby. They had hoped peaceful dialogue and discussion really could resolve what tensions were between themselves and humanity. And yet, the army had attacked without mercy.

They were slaughtered like fish in a barrel in their frail barricades.

It shook Hank to his core to think about it. And yet, Detroit had recovered quicker than Hank could ever have imagined. CyberLife had withdrawn all androids, save for the few that Kamski had control over, and Hank had lost his partner in the process.

Connor had been determined, and even though Hank could see a change in the android's mechanical-like behavior, he had refused to deviate. Perhaps it was CyberLife's direct control within his programming, or perhaps it was because he had been too afraid to deviate. Hank understood, even if he was terrified to confront Connor on that rooftop.

When Connor had looked up at him with those wide brown eyes, and Hank had said he wouldn't allow Connor to kill Markus, he had watched how those dark, almost clouded eyes had cleared. Suddenly, Connor was made to choose; between what he was made to do, and what Hank was pleading with him to do. Hank was afraid what that choice might be.

He had been relieved when the rifle had been tossed to one side, those wide eyes near to tears. Connor stepped forward, and the two of them had… hugged. Hank was shocked, not expecting the sudden burst of emotion from the android, but had melted into it immediately. He needed to hold him.

He was warm.

When the two of them had returned to the precinct, Hank had been under the impression that Markus' actions had been enough. Instead, when several armed riot officers had entered into the bullpen, guns drawn, he felt his world sinking around him. Connor, for the second time since Hank had met him, expressed fear. Hank had intercepted them, forced them away from Connor, and demanded Connor run. Just get out of the precinct and be safe.

Instead, when he had been knocked to the floor and held at gunpoint, Connor had stepped forward, arms raised in surrender. It had taken half of the department to restrain Hank as Connor was led away with a very human look of fear on his face. And yet, Connor had been granted the moment to speak with Hank one last time.

'Thank you, Hank.' There had been synthetic tears running down Connor's very real, human, face. 'I will miss you, even beyond my deactivation.' It was Connor's way of saying 'goodbye'. Hank had received one of many disciplinary warnings for his behavior, but he didn't care. I have wanted Connor back. I have wanted Connor home.

Now, as he sat in the dark, staring up at a stage lit up with globes of bright, white light, he watched as the next lot of deviants had been rolled in on a cart. The four androids were models he recognized, but the first three were not what had caught his attention.

The fourth, lined up to wait, was an RK800 unit. One of Connor's models. Doe eyes peered into the crowd, resigned and shaken. Hank had to stop himself from pulling out his gun, feeling a great heat in his chest. He was livid.

The first few androids were bought, but he saved what money the precinct had given him for his undercover work; saved it until the RK800 was rolled up and under the bright lights. The deviant turned his face away, and there was a harsh hand to turn it back, to show off the 'cute face'. As the sleazy auctioneer started rattling off the details of the RK800, Hank felt the anger grow, as did the fear.

'A model created for police work.'

'Top of the line.'

'The only one of its kind that we could attain, it is the rarest deviant model here.'

'It was last in the care of the Detroit Police Department.'

Hank was not leaving without that android.

He wasn't letting that RK800, his Connor, slip from his fingers again. Not when he could do something about it. He would call it in, but he hoped that enough of a ruckus would be made for Connor to escape. What mattered now though, was that Connor recognized he was there.

He raised his number.

'That's one for five hundred thousand. Anyone else? Do I hear six hundred? ' To Hank's dismay, another hand rose. I have matched their call. By the time that had reached four million, Hank knew it was a losing battle. The gavel slammed down at last.

'Sold! To our wonderful benefactor in the back! ' Hank's eyes glared over at the figure, noting how Connor's eyes had changed to one of nervous recognition. Stepping up onto stage was one Elijah Kamski, smirking that disgusting smile of his. Hank hated how close he got to Connor, hated how he seemed to throw Hank's disguised self a wide, mischievous grin.

I have called it in.

Police came from all sides, creating a burst of sunlight into the dark hall, as sleazy millionaires and billionaires took off in all directions. Some trying to save their 'merchandise', whilst others abandoned the helplessly bound deviants to destruction. Kamski, the pompous rich bastard he was, remained on the stage.

With guns trained on him, Kamski simply grinned at Hank and Captain Fowler when they approached him from the crowd. Hank kept his eyes on Connor, and when the android met his eyes at last, they widened. They were fearful. They were relieved. They were sad.

'Mister Kamski.' Said fuck hopped off the stage without a care in the world. 'You are aware that this is an illegal gathering, selling illegal merchandise.' Hank seethed at Fowler's words, but he kept himself still.

'Oh, of course. In a way… 'Kamski rounded them, stretching his limbs, nonchalant. 'I was here to do a little investigating myself. I hate to know that my defective and dangerous products were being sold off to the wrong people. ' He brushed nothing off of Fowler's shoulder, acting as if he was still the top dog in the room. By the look of Fowler's face, it seemed that Fowler, indeed, thought that.

'Yes, well, Mister Kamski, we will be removing that android from your care now.'

'Actually, you will not be taking it.'

'Pardon me, Mister Kamski?' Said billionaire chuckled, a deep and amused sound.

'I'm sorry, but if you remember the ruling by the court, I am allowed to keep what androids I want.'

'Not those that you bought illegally!' Fowler yelled. Kamski grinned like the sly dickhead he was. I've turned back to Connor, hopping up onto stage once more.

‘Perhaps, Captain Fowler.’ He started. ‘However, it was the only way I could regain what property belongs to me. I wanted to keep oh so many androids, and they all rightfully belonged to me if I chose to recall them.’ He raised a hand to stroke Connor’s jaw, and Hank felt for the gun in his holster.

Kamski’s dark eyes turned on Hank.

‘In fact, I wanted to gift this to someone. And under certain legal contracts you would hate to wrap your head around, Captain, they would be allowed to keep the deviant if they so wished.’

‘Bullshit!’ Fowler sounded pissed. Hank wasn’t surprised; Kamski was very good at rubbing people the wrong way. ‘And where do you get off doing that?’

'Well, according to the lovely little contracts as dictated by the court, I can do what I want with my own property. I have a couple of copies here. ' I have offered a few sheets of paper to Fowler, who took them aggressively. 'So long as the one who receives my gift signs the papers, they too, may be allowed to own a deviant. My dearest friend, Carl Manfred, has been allowed to keep what androids I have gifted him. '

Fowler huffed, handing the papers to another officer. No doubt he planned on checking them for any kind of loophole, but the more Kamski spoke, the more Hank felt a great hope that Connor would be safe. This Carl Manfred sounded like a decent guy, and he hoped to find his address so that he might visit Connor, just so long as Connor was far away from Kamski.

'Lieutenant Anderson.' Kamski spoke, offering Hank his own set of papers. 'I hope you are ready for the great burden and troubles of looking after your own deviant.' Hank could feel he was going to cry of both frustration and relief. There was a harsh sound from Fowler.

'Anderson, you'll be off the squad if you accept this.'

'Not true.' Kamski practically giggled. 'Actually, I think the lieutenant will be allowed to stay, considering it was he that not only helped to crack the case of deviancy, but he also successfully called you in for this illegal gathering. You do not have the cause to fire him from his work. '

It had been taken near an hour of huffing and puffing from Fowler, but Hank had been granted ownership. And the first thing he did was release Connor from his bindings, pulling the boy close. He didn't know androids could tremble much like a human, but he felt the damp in his shirt from synthetic tears and Connor's body shake with relief.

He ran a hand through those chocolate locks, felt his thirium pump beating warmly within his chest. Despite the fact that Connor was a machine, he felt as much as warm and as much alike as any human victim. Hank was close to breaking.

'I've got you… I've got you. We're goin 'home.'

'Hank…' Connor's voice was broken, but there was a smile to that soft face.

'I… I missed you.'

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3 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

Raising Hope

You walked into her room. Jackson was already rocking the three year old. There was an agreed upon silence. "She still missed them." He explained.

"Despite it all, I miss them too."

"Who knew the Mikaelsons were so dependent on your coven's mercy."

"The same person who knew they relied as heavily on the werewolves' grace."

There was that silence again. "That time was their only slip up according to Hayley."

"The pack hadn't been much better but they mostly wanted Marcel’s head.”

“The last vampire.”

“Your coven really wanted to eliminate all vampires.”

“They couldn’t have gotten far without your pack.”

“So what do we tell her when she is older?” You asked

“That she was well loved.”

“She still is.”

“They were good to her.”

“Is it wrong that I never want her to ask about them?”

“I hope she waits until she is older.”

“We could always tell her we are her mom and dad.” You joked, knowing Hope would see through that.

“We will be the only parents she remembers.”

“I am sorry.”

“I am too.”

Your agreed upon silence went on. Hope finally snored and Jackson put her back to bed. “Coffee?” He asked

“The nightmares got you also?”

A grunt was the answer you got as he headed towards the kitchen. You followed out of habit and boredom. The coffee was warm and necessary. Sleep would be evasive for both of you for years.

“Maybe.”

“Or we could just stop trying to sleep all together.”

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4 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

Fire

The night I set fire to Mr. Whilson’s barn, there was no moon. If there had been a full moon, I would have been a wolf. The lack of light made me a ghost. I needed to send a message on behalf of my pack. He had killed one of us and this fire was to remind him that we had teeth.

I was running as fast I could when I slammed into a warm body. “What are you doing here?” He growled

I felt the voice was familiar. “Look, I think we should get out of here, unless you would like to be blamed for the fire.”

“That was you?”

I couldn’t see his face but I felt for his hand and grabbed it to drag him away. Normally, my extra strength would have pulled a human along with me. He did not move. “Oh little wolf that won’t work on me.”

I swallowed hard. I needed to get out of here and whatever he was could handle the angered Mr. Whilson. I would have ran but he still had my hand. Since my failed attempt to get him to run away, I had unlocked my fingers but he had locked his around mine. “Dude I just need to get out of here. I can tell you the fire was just but I really don’t need to be caught.”

“How do you know I haven’t captured you on Jake’s behalf?”

All I could think of was curse words. I should have paid more attention but I had been careless. Now I was stuck with consequences that could cost me my life. I was entirely screwed and this man held my life in his hand. “I had planned on threatening him or killing him. Setting his barn on fire should be just as good.”

“So you don’t work with Mr. Whilson?”

“No I do not. What was the werewolf that was killed to you?”

“They were an acquaintance of mine but more importantly they were a member of my pack. They did deserve it a bit but no one messes with my family. Why were you going to kill Mr. Whilson?”

“I don’t like it when people mess with werewolves.”

“Your pack must be thankful for you.”

“I never met them. I was from an affair.”

“I am sorry. I can’t imagine the pain.”

I squeezed his hand. It was all the comfort I could offer for the stranger standing with me. I almost felt a squeeze back, but he pulled me deeper into the woods. Two seconds later I could hear the sirens heading our way. “Would you like to watch the barn burn?”

“I am not a big fan of watching my handy work.”

“Then we better head out.”

“Do you mind if I ask the name of the guy who I am running away with?”

“Klaus”

I felt cold. I knew the name. Out of the frying pan and into the fire was a good description. “So you know the name.”

“Yes, but we had better get out of here.”

I felt like my legs were jello, but I pushed them to move. This time, when I started to run he came with me. We made it back to my house in what felt like no time. “It was nice meeting you.” I said

“Very few people feel that.”

“You very rarely let people survive meeting you.”

“Count yourself lucky.”

I did and knew the less time I spent him the longer I would live. As I walked towards my house, I realized he hadn’t let go of my hand until I walked away. I turned around. He had been watching me. “Would you like a cup of tea?” I asked

“Sure.” Klaus said, tying me to him for the rest of my life. Tagging: @remembered-license and @akshi8278

4 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Doom

A/N: kinda Canon MCU. Also I have been stuck on my other WIPs.

As Peggy looked at Steve, something struck her as off. It was a nice day. The sun was bright and Steve was cleaning the gutters. It was a homely scene. It felt so normal but she could feel her life was off. Everything was wrong.

Her life felt like a dress half a size too small. A piece of jewelry meant for someone else. She could feel the rope around her neck. THIS IS WRONG was screaming in her head and she felt a fight building inside her. She had to get away from this. THIS was not her life. She was going to fight this.

Then Steve smiled at Peggy and she swallowed her bile. Maybe this was right. She did love Steve and she was happy. They built a wonderful life together. There were just these moments she knew her life was off, and they mostly passed as quickly as they came. Some nights her dreams showed her a different life with a different husband, and kids she would never have. Peggy would never tell Steve, but most nights those dreams felt like a better fit than her current life. Somewhere a part of her knew what her fate should have been and what she was denied.

5 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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One Night

The room was pitch black. You were scouring for the light switch. Your hand landed on a person instead. You inhaled to scream when a hand covered your mouth.

"Love, it's me." Klaus whispered in your ear.

You fought the urge to kick him. A year ago he left without warning and no phone call. Normally he would call you or send a text. He had disappeared from time to time but he always told you after he left. This time he left without a hint he was okay or ever coming back. "Do you still have that annoying roommate?" He asked as his hand slid away from your mouth and further down.

"Not anymore." You said as your skin burned under his touch

"Good."

He was leaning in for a kiss. "She is my girlfriend now." You struggled to be honest.

You expected him to leap back or at least take his hand off of you. Right now as his hand slid further down and closer to your pajama bottoms, you wished you had the strength to throw him off of you. "Love, great news. I am back to speaking to my family. Didn't we talk about having kids?"

Damn you could hardly think straight with one hand on your body. The second one had joined the first in exploring your body despite the fact he knew it better than you did. "We did." You managed to squeeze out.

"I had a daughter. She is beautiful and needs a mom."

Red alerts went off in your head. One, it was impossible for him to have children. Two, if he wasn't lying where was the mother. Three, the child would have been convinced during your relationship. He was trying to distract you and it was mostly working.

"Baby I am home." Your girlfriend called out from the front door.

Klaus finally removed his hands and was out the window. "I'm in our room, babe." You called.

New Orleans would look better with you in it. You will be a great mom. I am picking you up tomorrow at noon. The text popped up on your phone. Your girlfriend arrived as you deleted the text. "We are meeting your parents for lunch tomorrow right?" You asked.

"Yeah. Do you want to skip?"

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The Soulmate Principle

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Summary: Dear Prince Elijah should have just left you alone. But with the Soulmate Principle, he just couldn't help himself. And it just so happened to cost you your life.

Notes: This is a royalty AU where the Mikaelson’s are still vampires. Humans are more than often peasants. The reader is a human and therefore a peasant in this. This is a female reader as well. Could also be considered a soulmate situation.

TRIGGER WARNING: Reader is compelled to commit suicide at the end of this one shot.

The Royal Family was beautiful. Each child of the King and Queen had unparalleled features. That being said, you must remember that the Royal Family was a family of vampires. Those with supernatural abilities were always much higher up than the rest. Peasants like you—you were human. There was nothing special about you.

Every morning, you woke up to the same thing. Get out of bed, prepare for your day, go into the market to sell what you could from your father’s handiwork, and then come home and eat the little food you bought with what money you had earned that day. Then, you could go to sleep and wonder when the same thing was going to start up again.

Today was no different. Today, you groaned as you heard the birds chirping outside your window. You threw your arm over your eyes, a huff escaping you. Your bed was nothing more than a couple of blankets on a dirt floor. There wasn’t much to do to make it, so you left it, pulling your hair back with a red ribbon. You looked over at your drunken father, frowning. Hopefully, by the time you returned, he would be awake and would have made more woodwork that you could sell the next day. You were running low—you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make much today. Walking over to the basket filled with wooden knickknacks, wood-encased pocket knives, and tools made out of wood, you made your way out of your little shack of a home and found yourself walking along the dirt path. Your shoes were wearing out. The dress that you wore would have to be patched up again, and soon. Even the ribbon you used to tie your hair back was getting old. But, you knew your food supply was low. You also knew that if your father saw the money you brought back, he would take it for his greedy habit.

A huff left you as you lifted the rather heavy basket in a more comfortable position. You finally made it to your little wooden booth, sending a wave towards the friendly baker that sometimes gave you a discount on his goods. He smiled and waved in return as you went to put everything into its place.

You turned around and in just a moment, you had collided into a woman with enough force that you staggered back into your stand, knocking into the basket and causing the woodwork to fall onto the ground. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked behind you, but apologies came out from your lips before you looked at the woman you ran into it. When you saw her, your breath hitched in your throat.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched you. She almost said something before her elder brother took ahold of her arm.

“It was an accident, Rebekah,” he softly said.

“Elijah,” she shot him a look, pulling her arm away. “If you’ll excuse me,” she huffed through her nose and walked off, her bad attitude getting the best of her today.

“I am sorry about her,” he told you, watching as you quickly bowed to the man.

“No, it is my fault, your highness, I am so sorry for the trouble I may have caused—”

“It was an accident,” he chuckled softly. He kept his eyes on you as you bent down to pick up the wood. It had to have been bad wood that your father carved with because now, you could see that they were not in good condition. You wouldn’t be able to sell this at all, even before you knocked them over. “What is that?” the Prince asked, pulling you out of your daze.

“What I was going to sell,” you softly replied, sitting them back in the basket. “It’s alright, your highness. Thank you for… for being there for the Princess,” you bowed your head, unsure why he was still standing there with you.

He smiled at you. You couldn’t help but blush at his smile. He was handsome. “You have sold these before, haven’t you? Rebekah likes to come and see the market. I’ve come with her before.”

“I’m afraid I only recall seeing you when there are events in the castle. Even then, peasants are not allowed inside, your highness.”

He chuckled softly. “Yes, I am aware of that. It’s quite an unfair rule, is it not?”

You looked at him in confusion. Was he baiting you? Speaking ill of the Royal Family could easily get you killed. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned to face him.

“Your highness, shouldn’t you be with your sister? Just in case something happens, again.”

He smiled a bit at you. “Yes, I should, shouldn’t I?” he asked, looking towards his sister who was now arguing with a vendor over the price of a beautiful emerald necklace. “Perhaps I will see you here again,” he said. “Perhaps I will see you at the ball we are holding at the end of next week. Peasants are allowed. It will be a grand occasion.”

“Yes, very likely, I’ll definitely be there,” you scoffed. Your cheeks then burned when you realized you were still talking to the Prince and not some other human. “My apologies,” you mumbled. “I do not have the means to go to a ball, my Prince. I did not mean to offend—”

“I am not offended,” he smiled at you. “I understand. Perhaps you will be able to come, anyway,” he said, keeping his eyes on you. He bowed his head to you before he went to his younger sister. He pulled her away from the stand, glancing back at you. He saw you kick the wooden stand out of anger, wincing soon after and cradling your foot. He took notice of your clothing. He frowned to himself. “Rebekah, what did you think of the girl who bumped into you?”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “I have no opinion.”

“Wasn’t she beautiful?”

“Excuse me?” Rebekah looked at him in confusion. “Did you just—”

Elijah frowned. “The Peasant Ball is soon. She said she wouldn’t be able to come. But… she would be worthy, would she not?”

“Elijah, if mother and father knew that you thought a peasant girl was attractive, you would not hear the end of it. They would certainly kill her.” That was only one of the many reasons Rebekah was so hateful towards the humans she shopped from. If she were to ever become attached to them, other than the servants in the palace, they could be hurt.

“Mm,” Elijah sighed. “Perhaps.”

“There is no perhaps. She would be allowed to come but were you to say anything about her, father would put an end to it. Maybe mother wouldn’t. But father wouldn’t have it—”

“Yes, yes. I know. But… she was beautiful, was she not?”

“You just met the poor girl, Elijah. Emphasis on poor, my dear brother. Do you…” she stopped herself, turning to face Elijah in the middle of the market. People had to walk around the Royals, careful not to interrupt their conversation. “Mother once said something about a mate. A mate that you knew you had as soon as you meet them—one that you knew you would never be the same without them.”

“Yes, Rebekah. The Soulmate Principle.”

“Yes. Very well, good you know. Did you touch her?”

Elijah shook his head.

“Mother said if you touch someone, you would know that they were your soulmate.”

“Rebekah, I said she was beautiful—”

“—and you won’t let it drop.”

Elijah shot Rebekah a glare. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you want to see her again?” Rebekah asked the man.

Elijah’s eyes widened a bit. “What?”

“Do you want to see the poor girl again, or not? Just tell me.”

Elijah blushed and looked away.

“A part of the legend says that once you first meet, you want to see them again and again. Brother, this is a dangerous game you’re playing. What if father—”

“—father will not find out.”

Noticing something in the corner of your eye, you came around the front of the booth and bent down. It was a pen. But it was a gorgeous pen. Worth more than everything within the basket you brought with you. A frown formed on your lips as you looked it over and seen the initials “E.M.” inscribed on it. It was the Prince’s. Your eyes darted around to see if you could spot him from where you stood. And luck be on your side, you could.

“Your highness,” you softly called after him, weaving through the crowd of peasants to get to the prince and princess. “Your highness,” you moved to gently tap on his arm but someone was suddenly shoved up against you, causing you to lose your footing and collide with Elijah’s back, your hands gripping onto his clothing so you wouldn’t fall.

But the feeling that ran through you… it wasn’t something you had ever felt before. You let out a shaky breath, quickly pulling back as Elijah turned to face you. His eyes were wide.

“Oh dear,” Rebekah said, her eyes filling with worry as she looked between the two of you. “This is not good.”

“Not good?” you quickly looked at Rebekah. “What—what do you mean by that?”

“You’re his soulmate.” Rebekah sighed, running a hand through her beautiful blonde hair.

“Soulmate?” your eyes widened as you looked up at a quiet Elijah. He seemed deep in thought as he kept his eyes on yours. “What, like the old legend about—about royals having soulmates?” “Unfortunately,” Rebekah said.

Elijah shot her a look.

Rebekah held her hands up in defense. “The peasant ball. If you bring her to that, word will get out, brother. You need to leave her be. She is but a human—”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you quickly asked, trying to defend your race.

Rebekah clenched her jaw. “Do you forget what happens to peasants who fall in love with the Royals? Or what happens to peasants who get close to them?”

You fell silent. Everything seemed like it was rushing towards you. It was a bit overwhelming.

“This is a lot more trouble than I was anticipating to run into today,” popped up a voice from behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, subconsciously moving closer to Elijah as you turned around to face the voice.

The smirking face of the youngest prince was now in front of you. “Oh, dear brother, what trouble have you gotten this poor girl into? Does she truly deserve it?” Kol asked, moving a hand to stroke your cheek. You flinched back but Elijah grabbed Kol’s wrist.

“Please. Not now.”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, letting his hand drop. “What’s this talk about the peasant ball?” he then perked up. “Is she coming?”

“Drop the peasant ball,” Elijah sighed and looked at you. “I don’t suppose you have a place we can go to quietly talk. If someone overhears us…”

You pursed your lips but gave a small nod. “Yes. Um…” you handed him the pen you still had in your hands. “Here is this. You dropped it.”

Elijah took it with a tilted head. He hadn’t even brought it along with him, today. He wondered how that happened and, in his daze, he nearly missed seeing you beginning to walk with his siblings following.

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You opened the door to the little building that you lived in, noticing that your father was missing—and so were the blankets that you had slept on that night. You softly sighed to yourself and walked inside, looking back at them.

“Um—I, uh, only have one chair—”

“It’s fine,” Elijah softly said. “We’re okay with standing,” he gave you a soft smile.

You weakly returned it.

Kol crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, watching you. Rebekah pursed her lips, thinking of what to say before Elijah spoke up.

“Klaus’ mate was human—”

“Was?”

Kol smirked at you. “She died.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened a bit. “Um—”

“Because she killed herself,” Rebekah quickly said. “She was depressed. Nothing that we did, I promise.”

You nervously looked between the trio. You had no idea what was going on, other than the fact that you felt an overwhelming urge to be beside of Elijah.

Just this morning, you had awoken with your normal schedule. Now, these three royals stood in front of you. It made you anxious.

“Well, what will we do? Can we even take her into the palace?” Kol asked.

“We could,” Elijah frowned, “but what would father do?” He kept his eyes on you, a frown on his lips. “You… We will come back, okay? Stay in the village. No one will find out until I come back to get you. Can you do that?”

You frowned and gave a small nod. “What are you going to do?”

“Find a way to get you into the palace,” Elijah said. “I know that this is all so sudden. But I will figure it out, okay?”

You only frowned, unsure of what more to say. Elijah moved forward and gently took ahold of your hand. “Until then,” he said, bowing his head and kissing your knuckles.

The three of them left soon after. In only a day, word had leaked that you were Elijah’s soulmate. Only a couple days after was there a guard at your door, nearly kicking it down with the King himself in tow. The King whispered a simple phrase to you: “Kill yourself.” And you were compelled to do it. Never once did you spend a day with Elijah—the person who just so happened to believe you were his soulmate. If only you knew how true that was. And if only Elijah had just kept his mouth shut and left you alone. Instead of finding you in the middle of your little hut with cut wrists and a cold body.

#the originals #the vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #x reader #reader insert #royalty au #au #soulmate au #soulmate #soulmate principle #mikael #compulsion #trigger warning #one shot #fanfiction

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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I Will Always Remember You This Way.

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Book: Open Heart

Rating/Warning:G/ ANGST.

Word Count: 1769

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. All rights goes to Pixelberry.

A/N: Hiii! This is a new fic of mine, and its an angst one! This is my first-ish try towards angst soo, I hope I manage to capture it! Also, I hope all of you don’t hate me whilst reading this (i am terrified of posting this🙈) , I have been wanting to write this in a while so, this is the final result!! Apologies in advance if there are grammar mistakes since English is not my first language. The song used was, (Adele’s : Make you feel my love with a one word change which is highlighted in bold) Soo, I hope all of you enjoy it! (please don’t hate me, i’m sorry. )

Tags: @soederberg ; @choicessa ; @bitchloveskcbaseball ; @princess-geek ; @storyofmychoices ; @n-whas ; @annekebbphotography ; @mrsbhandari

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She knows. It is too late for her, as she is watching the love of her life, or as she assumed is standing at the end of the aisle. He is wearing a black tux, with a white bow-tie. His hair was slicked back as he stands there with his groomsmen. She places a painful smile on her face as his gaze falls on her. The look in his eyes filled with surprise, with a pint of sadness along with the obvious look of regret. His gaze from her has torn away when the music starts. Casey feels the pain in her chest as the bride walks down the aisle with a million-dollar smile shown in her face.

Sienna who is sitting beside her, takes her hand and squeezes it tightly as support. She felt herself putting a façade to make him happy, it is his day after all. The ceremony continues as the officiant announced,

‘Speak now… or forever hold your peace.’

Casey felt herself wanting to object, the look on his face is saying something similar. The way his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, despite the smile shows everything. But, it was silent. No one objects, not even herself. As it continues, Casey felt herself walking down memory lane as the moments with Bryce played within her consciousness.

Both of them were walking down the rainy streets of Boston, as she stopped in her tracks in front of a store. Her eyes followed the item on the display rack. A beautiful modern wedding dress, it was a long ball gown, with thin straps that she felt drawn too.

‘That’s beautiful Bryce!’ Casey said in awe as she examined the detail on the dress.

‘It really is, I bet you would look better in it than the dummy.’ Bryce winks at her as she felt her cheeks burn.

‘Do you think we will ever get married Bryce?’ She suddenly questioned him.

‘Hmm, do you want too?’ His head turned as they were facing one another.

‘I would love to be your wife, Mr.s Casey Lahela sounds perfect.’ Casey replied with a huge grin on her face.

‘And, I would love to be your husband as well.’ Bryce said as he gives her a kiss.

The cheers around her bring her back to reality, as Bryce and Chloe walk hand-in-hand with another. As they walked down the aisle once more after being pronounced husband and wife, Casey claps for them as her heart breaks, as it should be her there, with him.

As they walked together, Casey’s eyes meet his in an instant. She places a smile as she follows the other guests doing the same.

The couple was celebrated through the night as the celebration goes on. The reception was held in a townhouse, that is believed was owned by the bride’s family. Casey felt herself needing space after what she is going through, she felt herself walking in circles in the enormous household.

‘Damn it, I shouldn’t have come here! Your stupid Casey, he is already married and you can’t do anything about it!’ Casey found herself broke down as she stopped in an empty room. Her body immediately sinks down the carpet as she stood there. Her tears that she was holding before had fallen down, leaving nothing behind. The tears finally stop after a while, as she tried to force more to fall but failing miserably. She lets out a sigh as she takes out a handkerchief courtesy of Sienna to wipe the tears away. Her head perks up at the sound of an opening, she turns her head and saw him. He stands in front of the door with the look of regret in his eyes.

“What are you doing here Bryce?” She asked nonchalant whilst trying to hide her sadness from him.

“I…came here to check on you,” Bryce said quietly.

“Wouldn’t your wife will be looking for you..?” A harsh tone came out from her voice, as Bryce looks at her with guilt in his eyes.

The room was silenced, as Bryce goes quiet. He couldn’t answer that, Casey lets out a sigh and stood up to leave the room to join the others. In a flash, Bryce quickly pulls her into him, as they were facing one another. Their faces were close enough with one another, Casey felt herself leaning forward with him doing the same. Their lips meet for one moment as memories of him flowed through her mind making her pulled away instantly with a pained look on her face. She caressed his cheek examining his features one last time before sprinting out of the room. Her feet keep on dragging her until she bumped into a familiar group of faces.

Sienna notices the puffy eyes and immediately pulled her into a hug, whilst Aurora rubs her back. They knew how painful this is for her, they knew how much love she has for him.

“We can leave if you don’t feel like staying any longer,” Jackie said as she gestures to the exit whilst all the guests are getting ready for the reception.

“No, no… I’m okay, don’t worry about me guys. Let’s go get ourselves seated.” Casey replied with a calm exterior earning questionable looks from her friends. Each of them lets out a slow shrug as they follow her to their respective seats.

As the ceremony begins, it went well as the family from both the bride and groom started to present their speeches for the happy couple. After a whole town of speeches were given, the emcee lets out a small announcement.

“I have a request from one of our guests for the happy couple, a song to be specific. Here I call, one Miss Casey Valentine to the stage.” The emcee said as Casey stood up from the table and makes her way to the stage.

The guests clap for her, while Bryce’s eyes went wide at the announcement. He thought about the kiss they shared in the room once more, as the music starts to play.

“I dedicate this song for both the bride and groom, may your wedding lasts for eternity with happiness and love…” Casey said before meeting his gaze, with a smile on her face as her voice starts to sing.

When the rain is blowing in your face,

And the whole world is on your case,

I could offer you a warm embrace,

To make you feel my love.

The tears started to form in her eyes, as she sang the first verse. She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath before she proceeds with the song.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

Oh, I hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

The words from the song resonated on how she felt, in her mind where she would be the one to hold him in her arms, as they cried their sorrows away, doing everything she can to make him feel loved in the world.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But she will never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

Her eyes fall into the couple, as they were seated with a huge smile on their faces, the bride mostly as Bryce hide the pain through a small smile. Standing there, she knows Bryce is going to be happy… even without her and that is all she cares about.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue

And I'd go crawling down the avenue

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

She will do anything, knowing that his happiness matters to her. The pain from letting go is visible in her eyes as her gaze lingers at him. His eyes were wet from the tears, as he subtly lowered his head.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

She emphasizes the word, ‘regret’. The feeling of sorrow in her heart takes over into her voice as the wetness on her eyes seems too real to ignore.

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of this Earth for you

To make you feel my love, oh yes

To make you feel my love.

As she finished, the room was silent as their eyes meet once more, the memory of their encounter before keeps on echoing in her head as she is brought to the real world as applause erupts. All of them are giving her a standing ovation, she lets out a small bow before heading back to her seat. Her friends were silent, they understand the message she wanted to give.

“Cas, you sang beautifully,” Aurora said to her as she placed her hand on top of hers.

“Yeah, we are proud of you Cas,” Jackie says with an encouraging smile on her face.

“You’re gonna be okay, Cas?” Elijah asked as all eyes were on her. Casey went silent.

Casey nods after a while, her thoughts still lingering… as it was writing a letter to him. Her final words towards him; a goodbye.

‘I love you, will always do. I am really happy for you, even if it's breaking my heart. You deserve all the love in this world and I am glad someone is going to be there, throughout both the hard and easy times of life. I will always be here with you, every night and day. I will be just a phone call away. Bryce Lahela, thank you for all the love you give. Maybe, if our fates one day intertwined, I would wait a million years for it. You are one of the best things that ever happened to me and, I am always going be that same girl who you found in the supply closet during our first meet. You deserve all the happiness, even though it’s not from me. Life is really insane sometimes, but one thing that is true in this life is, the love I have for you. – Love, Casey Valentine.

Her thoughts are still playing as she proceeds with the life in front of her. The words are still there, making itself visible. Maybe, as a reminder? A future wish or maybe, a way for one to move forward once again.

THE END

A/N #2 : HiI! It’s me again, I hope all of you enjoy it! I am so sorry for the angst! LIKE SUPER SORRY!! (Its painful to write it, but I somehow enjoy i welp! I still love Bryce, don’t come at me!!) But, don’t forget to like, reblog or even leave a comment! It really means a lot, and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING. ❤

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 3 years

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Caught in Between 24. House Arrest

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 11.03.20

Word count: 3.4k

Based off: 04x03 “The Rager”

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The next morning I woke up and head school not thinking of the previous night. I met up with Elena and Stefan in the hall before we headed to history, unsure of what to find since Alaric had died.

“So first time we’ve been back in Alaric’s classroom,” Stefan says breaking the awkward silence.

“The first period and I’m ready to ball my eyes out,” Elena says as I squeeze her hand.

“Morning everyone,” Rebekah says bursting into the classroom.

“And just like that, I’m no longer feeling sentimental,” Elena says sliding down into her seat.

“So I’m throwing a little anti-curfew party at my new house. Starts in the fifth period, goes to whenever. Spread the word. You’re welcome to join Elena, if you’d like to bury the hatchet,” Rebekah says making her way over to us and setting a flyer on Elena’s desk.

“It’s a pretty enormous hatchet,” Elena says.

“Well, I’m feeling generous of spirit,” Rebekah responds.

“New house, huh? Did your brother finally kick you out?” Elena asks.

“He didn’t kick me out. I left,” Rebekah says.

“So you left the only person on earth that actually likes you?” Elena asks.

“Well, your boyfriend like me once. Actually a lot more than once,” Rebekah says.

“Why are you still in town, Rebekah? Don’t you have anywhere else to go?” Stefan asks.

“Well, history’s my favorite class. Actually, where is Mr. Saltzman? Oh, that’s right,” Rebekah says. “I killed him,” She whispers. Elena then throws a pencil at her but Rebekah quickly catches it and throws it right into Elena’s shoulder. Elena pulled it out and heads out of the classroom while Stefan follows her.

“Really Rebekah? You played that card?” I ask her. She just smiles and sits in her seat. I thankfully made it through the rest of the school day and Elena did as well. As I was heading out I received a text.

Tyler: Hey, can you come to my house?

Me: Yeh, I’ll be over there in a bit.

I head over to Tyler’s and as soon as I walk in I find two unknown men standing in the entryway.

“Hello?” I say confused as to where Tyler was.

“Hello...love,” I hear an all to familiar voice say. My heart stops as soon as I see Klaus walking out alive and well. I try to leave the house but Klaus quickly moves in front of me.

“Look, I came here because Tyler asked me to,” I say but not shifting my gaze from the floor.

“Actually I asked. But I figured you wouldn’t respond to my text and calls so I had Tyler do it,” He says.

“Ok, so why am I here? I’m sure you couldn’t forgive me after what I did? Did you ask me here to torture me? Kill me?” I ask but still looking at the floor.

“He won’t kill you,” Tyler says coming into the entryway. “He can’t make any more hybrids, probably why he asked you to come. So you could be on house arrest like me,” Tyler says.

“I’m not gonna be kept prisoner here by you, Klaus. Again,” I say and try to move past Klaus but he stops me. “What do you want from me? If you’re not gonna kill me or torture me, then what do you want?” I ask finally looking at Klaus.

“Can we just talk? Privately?” He whispers letting go of my arm. I hesitate for a little before turning around and gesturing for him to lead the way. He leads me up to a room on the second floor and the furthest room so no one can hear.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask as soon as he closes the door. I could tell Klaus was hesitant, even looked like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“I--I don’t know. I just needed to talk with you,” He says quietly. Finally letting his guard down, no more arrogance, just him.

“You want to talk about why I did what I did to you. Why I did it if I truly still have feelings for you, huh?” I say and he just nods his head. “Look, Klaus. Ever since you came back into my life you have done nothing but hurt me and the people I care about. I stopped your heart so I could stop hurting. But I guess you know me better than anyone, that it didn’t help, it made it worse,” I say feeling a tear fall down my face. “But in the end, for me, it was the right thing to do so the people I care about would stop getting hurt, by you,” I say.

“Athena,” He puts his hands in mine. “What you did is unforgivable. But if you weren’t the love of my life, I would have killed you the moment I saw you again. On top of that, you are one of the last few hybrids I have left,” He says.

“Heh. Really? You’re gonna hold over the fact that you forced me into becoming a hybrid?” I ask pulling my hands out of his.

“That’s not the point,” He drops his head. “My point is that...I do forgive you and I hope you forgive me,” He confesses.

“I--I don’t know if I could forgive you, Klaus. In fact I--I really don’t know what to feel. The sire bond is pulling me one way because of well...the effect it has. But my brain is telling me to feel something else and do other things,” I say.

“I’m not asking you to and I’m not going to use the sire bond on you...But I didn’t just call you here to talk to you or to have you watched because you’re one of my hybrids. I called you here because I really don’t want to see you hurt again, by anyone. I don’t want you out there without my protection. And I know what you’re gonna say...” He says.

“I can handle myself,” He says along with me.

“I’m serious Nik…” I start.

“You only call me Nik when you’re really sure or serious about something. Or when you really want to spill your feelings to me,” Klaus points out and chuckles.

“Stop. Look, I can handle myself. If I haven’t proved it to you already, then I’m not sure what will,” I say.

“I’m sure you can, Athena. But a lot of people know who you are and some even know about your involvement with my family. That you’re important to Elijah and me. You’re a target,” Klaus says as I sigh.

“Ok. How about this, I will hang out here today, mostly so Tyler isn’t bored out of his mind. And after that, I will check in with you periodically so you know that I’m ok. Ok?” I suggest.

“I don’t know. I’d feel much more…” He starts.

“Nik. And yes I’m serious about this. If I get into any trouble. I promise to call you first. I’m sure you trust me enough to not use the sire bond on me. And I’m sure you know that I will truly never forgive for using it and taking away my free will. So do we have a deal?” I ask.

“Deal,” He says. “I just want you to know that you mean everything to me and I will protect you to the ends of the earth, mon petit tournesol,” Klaus says cupping my face.

“I know,” I say heading out of the room. Before I open the door Klaus quickly pulls me into a hug and a tight one at that. Instead of trying to pull away, I sink into his grasp. Even though I hated speaking to him or even being in his presence, I finally saw him fighting for me...us. He was actually putting in the work to show me how much he cared for me.

I head downstairs to the office where Tyler was hanging out and plop myself in the chair across from him.

“Klaus give you a stern talking to?” Tyler chuckles.

“Yeh. I’m not sure how, but I convinced him to not keep me on house arrest. Sorry,” I respond.

“I’m sure it’s because you’re the only person he really cares about and listens to,” Tyler says sitting up.

“What do you mean? You know how many times he’s gone behind my back or ignored me?” I ask.

“Really? Everyone sees the way he looks at you. Not to mention, how protective he and Elijah are of you. Plus on top of that, he never seems to want to fight with you, therefore you convinced him to let you leave,” Tyler says.

“I guess I really can’t leave history behind. Well, be lucky that I’m willing to hang out with you today so you don’t go stir crazy,” I say leaning back into the chair. After a few minutes of hanging out, Klaus wanted to introduce me to my “bodyguards”. Once I got to know them I heard Tyler talking to Caroline.

“Trust me. I am no fun right now,” Tyler says as I make my way into the entryway.

“Neither of us,” I say.

“You too?” Caroline asks.

“I guess I’m no exception. Go have fun at the party, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble, alright?” I say.

“Okay,” She says sadly. I hug her before she leaves the house. We head back to the office where Tyler and I find Klaus sitting nonchalantly in the chair with his feet resting on the desk.

“She’s quite fetching, that Haley,” Klaus says clearly talking to Tyler.

“Where is she?” Tyler asks concerned.

“Oh, she had to run, but don’t worry. I had her take the back door so Caroline wouldn’t see,” Klaus says back to his arrogant self.

“Whatever you think you know--” Tyler says.

“I don’t know anything, but I’ve put together a pretty convincing picture. Why don’t you tell me where my imagination deviates from reality?” Klaus says as I roll my eyes. “You went off to the Appalachians to break my sire bond. There, you met a pack of werewolves, begged them for help. Among them was a girl. She was gorgeous, with the same animal instincts as you. Emotions ran high. Inhibitions ran low,” Klaus says circling behind Tyler.

“Stop it,” Tyler says.

“Then, in a moment of weakness, the thick sexual tension became something much more real,” Klaus says eyeing me.

“I said stop!” Tyler yells turning towards him.

“And Caroline has no idea,” Klaus says coldly.

“I thought you couldn’t sink any lower, Klaus,” I scoff and sit on the couch as I notice Tyler’s look of horror plastered on his face. Before anyone has a chance to say anything else, Tyler’s phone starts to go off and Klaus goes to pick it up.

“Hello, Damon,” Klaus says.

“Klaus, where’s Tyler?” Damon asks over the phone.

“Tyler’s otherwise occupied making big decisions about honesty and whatnot. Is there anything I can do?” Klaus asks.

“I’m going after the vampire hunter, so if he’d like to join…” Damon says.

“He wouldn’t. I, however...Oh, and Athena would you like to join?” Klaus asks.

“Oh...no it’s just us two if you’re coming,” Damon says.

“Come on...how fun would it be having Athena and her two ex-lovers take down a big bad vampire hunter? What do you say?” Klaus smiles devilishly.

“I promised Tyler...AND you that I’d stay here,” I respond.

“I never said you had to follow my orders. So...it’s your choice,” Klaus says.

“Just go,” Tyler says barely loud enough.

“Fine,” I say. I gather my stuff as Klaus speaks to Damon about where to meet. Once Klaus and I make it to the hospital. We find Meradith is there as well and Jeremy is bringing the hunter here. Damon explains the plan to us and we get into our spots.

I hid behind the shelves of supplies as we wait for the hunter to enter. First Meridith walks in and out through another door, soon after the hunter walks in. He clearly is cautious as he’s slowly making his way through the room.

“Is the hospital really the best place for a germophobe?” He asks.

“Did I say that I was a germophobe? Pfft, sorry. I meant vampire,” Damon says getting a rouse out of him. The hunter doesn’t hesitate one moment to pull his gun out, but Damon’s little bombs quickly do their work by shooting arrows into his arm. As the hunter tries to grab the gun he dropped the next arrow is shot from the other side.

“Stings doesn’t it?” Damon asks.

The hunter goes for his gun once more but Klaus quickly kicks it away as we round the corner, “Hello, mate,” Klaus says.

“Keep it up, buddy. We’ll be scraping you off the ceiling for hours,” I say while the hunter tugs as the arrows. I notice both Damon and Klaus smirk at my comment, clearly, they’re impressed or something.

“You three are gonna kill me anyway,” The hunter says.

“Well, let’s not be too hasty. I feel like we’re just getting to know each other,” Klaus says.

“And I would love to hear your life story. I’m sure it couldn’t be better than mine, but let’s see,” I say bending down to his level.

“Let’s start with the basics. Where are you from? What do you know? Maybe you can cue me in on this greater evil because I’ve fought this guy,” Damon says pointing to Klaus as I stand up. “And there’s nothing more evil than that,” Damon finishes.

“Yeah, truth be told, I’m as evil as it gets,” Klaus says taking the paper from Damon’s hands.

“He’s the biggest threat you could ever face,” I add.

“I’m not telling you anything. You think if you kill me, it’s gonna be over? There’s another waiting to take my place,” The hunter says.

“See, this is what I like to hear--vague threats, ominous prophecies, disappearing tattoos,” Damon says, and that catches the hunter’s attention as well as having Klaus’ smile fall.

“What do you mean, ‘tattoos’?” Klaus asks, now even more intrigued.

“Don’t bother, you can’t see the damn thing,” Damon says. Klaus then leans forward getting right in the hunter’s face.

“There’s more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?” Klaus asks. The hunter doesn’t respond and tries to stake Klaus. “Nice try, but I’m faster than your average vampire,” Klaus says after he catches the hunter’s hand. He turns his hand the other way and takes the stake out of his hand.

“What’s it mean?” I ask as we study the marking on the stake.

“You’re one of the five,” Klaus says clearly shaken a bit.

“The what?” Damon asks.

“I’m faster than the average hunter,” The hunter says before I see fire flash before my eyes. I feel Klaus’ arms wrap around me and the force of the explosion pushes us back.

“You ok?” He asks as the rubble settles. I notice the Hunter laying unconscious next to us and look at Klaus confused.

“Yeh, I’m fine. You?” I ask back.

“I’m good,” Klaus says helping me up. We head out of the room, but instead of meeting up with Damon, he has me help him take the hunter to his trailer. Once we finished laying him down, Klaus notices a few texts and calls from Stefan on his phone.

“What is it?” I ask confused.

“Elena and Stefan need my help for some reason,” Klaus says before heading out of the trailer, confusing me. I follow him and we go to the Salvatore house.

“You came,” Stefan says as we enter his room.

“I did. And for future reference, one voice-mail is just as effective as 9,” Klaus says slightly annoyed. “What’s wrong, love?” Klaus says to Elena as I sit next to her.

“She has werewolf venom in her system. You know you’re the only one that can heal her, Klaus. Please,” Stefan asks.

“And what would you have done if I was no longer here? Hmm? If you and your friends had succeeded in ridding the world of me? Let’s play that game for a moment, shall we?” Klaus asks.

“Let’s not,” I shoot up a look at the boys, but they ignore me.

“Whatever you want from me--” Stefan starts.

“I don’t want anything from you. Her, on the other hand…” Klaus says taking my spot by Elena. “If you had told me a few hours ago, I wouldn’t have cared a lick about her dying. But as it turns out…” He says and bites his wrist. “You may be of use to me after all,” He says and feeds Elena his blood. As soon as he was done, I walked him out of the house.

“Hey. I know you have your own intentions. But thanks for saving Elena. It means a lot to me,” I say after closing the front door.

“I did take that into account. I want you to know that I’m trying to make amends for my mistakes with you,” He says.

“Well, thanks for that. I guess I’ll uh...see you later,” I say and start to head back inside.

“Athena,” Klaus stops me. “With this hunter running around. I’d be much more comfortable if you stayed with me,” Klaus says.

“I’ll be fine. I mean he’s not even running around anymore and how does one little hunter make Klaus Mikaelson so scared?” I ask confused.

“It’s a long story. Will you please just stay with me?” He asks quietly.

“I--I don’t know, Klaus. I just don’t think it’d be a good play, considering you have Tyler on lockdown already,” I say dropping my head.

“Humor me this, okay?” He says and I nod my head. “You stay with me at my mansion for the nights. You can do what you want during the day, stay with me, or go off with your friends. I just can’t lose you again, especially to a hunter,” He says.

“Do you promise not to use the sire bond?” I ask.

“Promise,” He says.

“Then I’ll stay with you for the nights,” I say.

“Great,” He smiles. I quickly head into my room at the Salavtores and gather my things. “Now let’s go so I can handle this hunter,” He says as I walk out the door and I follow him back to the trailer. He has me wait outside while he talks to the hunter. Before I know it he comes out with the hunter unconscious over his shoulders. “Come on, love. We’ve got work to do,” He says.

We head back to his mansion and Klaus quickly has his little hybrids take the hunter and chain him up. Once they were finished, Klaus takes me upstairs and into one of the many rooms that were open.

“This is the room I had set up for you. I figured you’d still want your own,” Klaus explains opening the door to the room. As I walk into the room I find it to be well laid out. Not only did it have the essentials and an en suite bathroom, but he had also set up a little art area.

“Wow, you really went all out,” I say setting my stuff on the bed.

“I figured you’d enjoy the art area,” He chuckled.

“It’s great,” I say.

“Uhhh….well. My room is just down the hall if you need me,” Klaus says after a few moments of silence. “Night, Athena,”

“Night, Klaus,” I say and he closes the door.

Once he left I shuffle through my bag and change into my pj’s. As I was about to lay down I find a note attached to the vase of sunflowers as well as a little box below it.

“I’ll always love you, mon petit tournesol,” I read.

I open the box and find the bracelet Klaus had given me years ago, that I left behind when I left him. I was a custom made bracelet, of the moon phases, that he had made for me. It was wrapped around a piece of paper. I unrolled it to find another sketch he had done. This time it was a hand holding a sunflower to another. The empty hand had the bracelet drawn on it, signifying it was me.

I hesitated to put the bracelet on, but I remember that it meant a lot to me. He not only had it made to give to me but gave it to me as a way so I could never forget my roots as a Dumont werewolf. I put it on and headed off to sleep.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the touching covos between Klaus and Athena! Thanks for reading!

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries rewrite #niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #tyler lockwood #elena gilbert #Stefan Salvatore #rebekah mikaelson #caroline forbes #TVDCIB

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elejah-wonderland · 4 years

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Hellbound

Fanfiction

Prologue

This a tvd+to fanfiction story. Totally AU.

Premise:

The Mikaelsons helped the Mystic Falls Scoobies fight a clan of ancient werewolves called the Hundings. Klaus and Caroline paid the ultimate price, as well as Damon. But as it is the case in the magical world of the Mystic Falls vampires, death is not the end.

There is also a new adventure looming for the Mystic Falls Scoobies and their now friends, the Original vampires, as everything is somehow always conected to them. And so, they are Hellbound...

Main pairings_ Elijah MIkaelson x Elena Gilbert,

Rebekah Mikaelson x Stefan Salvatore

Kol Mikaelson x Bonnie Bennett

Damon Salvatore x Katherine Pierce

tag_ @teachingpanda

@elejahforever

thanks for reading, and for requesting a tvd/to story. This has sprung out from this gifset

https://elejah-wonderland.tumblr.com/post/624551723582816256/elijahwhat-are-you-saying-elenaesther-has

In Mystic Falls

Elijah finished his account of the battle against the Hundings for Sophie's Grimoire. Then he opened his diary. He had been doing some writing for days. This entry was of a more personal nature.

‘It is assumed that happiness is hard to capture. And how can one feel happy having lost so many dear people close to one's heart. Having existed now for more than a millenia, I can say with certainty that love is the driving force for all. The scars of the soul are mended with it, making it possible to look to another day, and I am witness to it. We are ruled by our fears and disbelief and it clouds our minds. Love is not a weakness but the ultimative strength.What would we be without love. I have allowed myself to believe in it. I have searched long enough for it. And it has been bestowed on me when I have least expected it. I have read a long time ago that one would know one's true love by the look in his or her eyes as they are the windows to one's soul. Maybe she is the one I was looking for all my life.'

He closed the diary as Elena came into the library.

"Hey" the doppelganger said joining the Original at the table.

"How are you? I saw Antoinette leave."

"I am fine. You?" Elijah replied.

"Went to the Wickery Bridge with Matt."

"You did?!" Elijah was somewhat surprised.

"Kind of needed closure. I don't know. My life changed twice there." "And did you get closure?"

Elena nodded a little. "I had dreams, thoughts about how my life would be. Whether to go to Whitmore or even New York, if I was going to move away after college. I wanted to study medicine like my- father. And then -you know-things first changed when my parents died."

"And second time when you were told you were a doppelganger?! Your life was never going to be completely your own?!" Elijah concluded.

"No-but I made peace with it. It was especially weird talking about with Katherine! Both of us didn't really have a choice in the matter. You know, I get her." Elena said.

"Well, only you can say that." Elijah remarked.

"Klaus killed her parents as punishment for turning and disabling him from breaking the curse." "I know, Elena." Elijah sighed a little.

Flashback

At the Plantation house, near New Orleans

Elijah found Katherine at Damon's grave planting flowers. She got up as she saw him standing there.

"Hello" Elijah said.

"I thought we said all there is to say?!" Katherine said looking at him in a serious manner.

"Yes. But there is one thing I need to say. It's about Klaus."

Katherine sighed a little. "What about him?!"

"It's about me as well."

The doppelganger looked at him calmly.

Elijah flashed back for a second to a moment 500 years ago when he had a conversation with her.

"What is it?" she now urged the Original to speak.

"There are no words that would lessen what we had done to you. But I want you to know that I recognize the pain we had caused you." Elijah said.

Katherine now turned the look onto Damon's grave and then to Elijah. "For more than 520 years I had one thing on my mind and that was finding a way to kill Klaus for having murdered my family. I have lied, cheated, manipulated, killed... all to survive and find a way to end him." Kathrine said, pausing for a moment.

She drew a deep breath and looked at Elijah poignantly, "We all have graves to visit now!"

Walking passed the Original vampire the brunette went her way to the house.

"I am sorry Katerina Petrova" Elijah muttered as he looked at her walking away.

"I'm sorry. This was not easy" Elena said.

They agreed that they would all continue with a clean slate and leave the past behind.

"It's all right. You don't have to feel bad for bringing it up." Elijah said. "You also didn't have much choice- you didn't ask to be turned." Elena reminded the vampire of his disposition.

"Still, we had the choice of seeking humanity within us. We were not completely souless monsters."

"Choices- yep!" Elena uttered.

"You miss Jeremy?!" "I do, but I have to respect his choices." Elena said with a little sigh and got up.

Suddenly they heard familiar voices coming from the disance. It was Rebekah arguing with Kol about him taking her supply of blood.

"Lable it then Rebekah's blood bag and maybe I won't touch it. Anyway, I hate cold blood!" Kol shot back at his sister.

"Why should I lable it- you should learn not to drink everything up and only think about number one-Kol!! Ugh, I wish I had that white oak ash dagger at times."

"And hello to you!" Elijah said as he opened the door for them.

"What brings you here?"

"May we not call on our brother?!" Rebekah said eyes still blazing angrily at Kol. "Of course you may. Still, has it occured to you that it might be best that you two get separate accomodation!" Elijah suggested.

"That is one reason why I came to see you," Rebekah said, "Stefan and I decided to leave MF! And I am hosting a farewell dinner-party! You are invited."

"Where are you going?" Elena enquired surprised to hear it as Stefan hadn't mentioned anything to her when they spoke earlier.

"England. We liked it there." Rebekah explained. "And you two are staying here for a guess?"

"For a little while longer." Elijah replied. Elena just added that she hadn’t decided what to do.

It's time to dump this place!" Kol concluded.

"And where are you again?" Elena asked.

"Sophie's in New York. I will try to win her precious heart back"

"Good luck with that!" Elena remarked.

"She says she can't be with a vampire, but her goodbye kiss told me something entirely different!" Kol said.

"Keep telling yourself that" Rebekah turned to her brother still furious about the empty fridge she had encountered as she got up that morning.

To sway them from more bickering, Elijah changed the subject to the dinner party.

Elena's phone rang and she answered it. Bonnie wanted to meet her. "I will see you later." Elena said to them and left.

🍀

At the Grill

"Matt left, ha?!" Bonnie said.

"Everyone's leaving." Elena then told her about Stefan, Rebekah and Kol, as well as the dinner party.

"Dinner-party with the Original family?!" Bonnie then said still not being able to process the great gap of a year she had missed being locked away in the spirit world by the Hunding witches.

"It will be fine. They are already back on with the bickering and I left Elijah to deal with them." Elena said.

"I will need loads of time to get used to it all.” Bonnie cocked an eyebrow and then got a chart out of her bag. “I found it among her Gram's books as I was trying to declutter. Read this!"

"Nova Scotia?!" Elena said as she took the map her witch friend handed it to her.

"Yes. Look at the name." Bonnie urged her friend to read on.

"Gwyn Mikaelson!" Elena read in the name written in runes and then looked at Bonnie amazed."This is weird. I don't get it?! There is another Mikaelson?!"

"I don't know what it is, but I guess one battle done, another mystery on horizon!" Bonnie said.

"One thing is for sure. It is never ends with the Mikaelson mysteries!" Elena said."can I take this?!"

"Be my guest. One thing is for sure, there is always something going on with the Mikaelsons!"

"Oh, yeah! New adventure here we come!" Elena exclaimed softly. Packing up the map and the books in the bags, they got up.

As the doppelganger got into the car, she pressed Elijah's speedial number.

❤

Hours later

Elijah, Kol and Rebekah, together with Elena, Stefan and Bonnie examined the map. They had Sophie Deveraux on loudspeaker.

"Gwyn Mikaelson," Rebekah said, 'tell me that she actually didn't die of plague and that this family has even darker secret in its closet!?"

Kol held the map in the hand. "There was nothing else in the Grimoire?" the Orignal said and looked at Bonnie. "Nothing. Just this map put in it randomly." the witch replied.

"Well, how about we channel the Bennet witch line and try and dig some information out of them?" Sophie inserted.

"Let's."Bonnie said.

"So, when are you arriving in Mystic Falls?" Kol asked and everyone looked at him as the question was directed to Sophie.

"Not just yet. My witchy instincts are telling me I will see you in Nova Scotia?! Ok, you guys, I have to go now, but keep me posted." Sophie said and hung up.

Everyone could see that Kol was slightly hurt and peeved off and now moved away from the table. He tried to keep his emotions in check and not let disappointment burst into anger. Rebekah wanted to follow him, but Elijah suggested she let him be.

"So, that's it for now?!" Elena said getting up from the round table."or shall we get packing like Sophie suggested."

"I would pack, "Stefan said looking at Rebekah "I guess we are going to postpone England?!"

"Right. And I just hope it doesn't involve digging old witches up and some weird werewolves.

How come Eilif didn't say anything about Gwyn?" Rebekah turned to her brother Elijah.

"I find it strange, too," Elijah said pensively,"but she left and it was a goodbye."

"I don't believe in goodbyes in this family. Something always comes up. Anyway, what secret do witches keep regarding our sister?!" Rebekah said taking the map in her hands,"secrets, secrets."

Bonnie now got up."Whatever it was it wasn't good. Ok, I am going to try and channel Grams and see if we can get any answers. See you later."

The witch took her books and went out of the room.

"You don't remember anything about anybody called Gwyn?" Elena directed the question to Elijah.

"Nothing that I can recall.” the Original replied.

"Mother did once say that there was a cousin born out of wedlock," Rebekah said.

”There is another Mikaelson out there - but - father had no brothers. I don’t understand. This does not make any sense.”

"I know."Rebekah uttered.

Elena looked at Elijah somewhat worried, but with great positivity in her voice "We will figure it out"

Elijah smiled a little. Her enthusiasm and optimism was always like the warm sun giving one strength to go on.

Flashback for readers

Nova Scotia, 995 AD

Three witches sat down around the small bonfire. They threw three rings into the fire chanting a spell.

"Always and forever" all three witches said in one voice.

Each of them then smeared their blood with sage, rosmary and thyme and threw it into the fire.

"The trinity of the sun, the moon and the earth is now sealed." one of the witches said.

As the fire subsided sometime after. They took the three rings from the ashes and put it on a young woman's body.

"Farewell, dear girl." they said crying, as they put the three herbs entwined on her head as a crown.

******

In New Orleans

"Jeremy...wake up!" Caroline said to poking Jeremy a bit with her finger.

"Ha...what?" the hunter murmured as he woke up looking at the blonde standing beside his bed.

"I told him to let you sleep." Klaus said sitting in one of the chairs by the window.

Jeremy rubbed his face and then his eyes.

"Tell me this is a nightmare...how...aren't you supposed to be locked away in some weird witchy void spirit world?!" Jeremy said referring to Klaus as he sat up.

"He kinda got released due to good behaviour. And I had something to do with it being a heroine for killing a weird-looking werewolf. Anyway, get up. you need to get to Elena and the others. Something weird is happening again. You have to tell them that they need to try and find Sigrid Mikaelson. That's all we know." Caroline said in her ghostly form.

"I thought it was too good to be true that I will have a life and not have to do any of the vampire-ghost relaying messages thing!!"Jeremy moaned.

"We have to go" Klaus said to Caroline.

"I want to stay here a little while longer" Caroline said to the Original hybrid.

"We have to go, love" Klaus came up to the blonde.

Suddenly Jeremy could feel the surge of magic break.

"Caroline!" he called out, but the pair were gone.

"Great!" Jeremy said taking his phone dialing Elena's number, which went directly to voice mail.

Hours later, on the plane to Nova Scotia

Elena opnened her diary and wrote down, "I don't know what date it is anymore. Who cares. Here we are on the plane to Nova Scotia. Only a few months ago we fought off the Hunding werewolf clan, who tried to take over and kill the Original family.

I will not write about Elijah today. Because if I do, it will take pages and pages. It’s so complicated. Idk why. But it is. It’s like - we are friends, and then we are not. Idk what we are. Ugh I got to stop, cuz as I said it would be pages and pages and pages about me and Elijah - I just know that I - want to be with him. But he still has issues with stuff - like Tatia, Antoinette. Etc.

Oh....seems like there is a lot of ohs coming.

There was a lot going on in the last few months. Nothing is the same. And it is ok.

Now we are going to try to figure out if the mysterious map with the name of Gwyn Mikaelson really makes sense and if she is somewhere out there.

It's a new adventure. I must say that I am partly excited. Elijah, Rebekah and Kol are sort of anxious, although they would never admit it. The ancient Original thing being cool and all. We haven't got a clue what we will find, if anything. I just hope we don't dig something that will haunt us. But then again, I think we will. Like Bonnie said- ever since the Originals came into our lives, it is not boring.

I am glad Bonnie is with us, but it is still strange not having Caroline around. I miss her so much. And if there is any truth about her ghost being with Klaus' ghost, then it makes a bit easier to go on.

I don't want to think of my nightmare.

I will keep you up to date, dear diary.

Elena."

#elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #tvd fanfiction #fanfiction

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kindredspiritsarentsorare · 5 years

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Post episode 6 (It’s messy and unedited but will hopefully inspire someone to write something better)

Anne was furious, livid, enraged. She was so angry she couldn’t even think of any other synonyms for her anger. How could her classmates so easily dismiss Josie’s ruin? Anne couldn’t work on an entry for the paper, not when something so unfair, so wholly wrong, something so… so… unjust had happened! She had to do something. Clearly no one else was going to. Something must be done. But what? What could she do? She couldn’t even bake a cake right. But surely, there must be something.

Anne slowly sat down, but she did not begin to write. She merely sat and thought. She watched everyone else writing and happily discussing the quilts and treats and dances. Trivial, she thought, how trivial all of that seemed when Josie’s entire future was ruined by something she had not consented to.

“Anne,” at the voice Anne felt color rising in her cheeks, drawn from her thoughts she found Gilbert staring at her intently.

“Anne?” He repeated.

“What?” Anne asked, rather sharply.

Gilbert winced slightly at the venom in her voice. His feelings still stung from her earlier comments. He was uncertain of what had caused this new rift in their relationship… their friendship. They had been getting along really well since he’d returned from sea. But now it felt as though everything had regressed back to when Anne had first arrived to Avonlea. She looked at him with anger and loathing when she looked at him at all.

“I was only going to tell you that we’re all leaving for the night.” Gilbert said. When Anne only glared at him in response, he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I also, uh, told everyone to save the hot air balloon piece for you to write.”

“How gracious of you,” Anne said coldly, standing and turning on her heel to gather her things and pointedly ignoring Gilbert’s presence.

“Balloons!” She scoffed to herself, “That had been the only good thing about the fair and even that joy was short lived. How could I write about that with what Billy has done. How could I…write…”

Suddenly an idea grasped Anne so fiercely she nearly shouted. She could write! She grabbed her things as quickly as she could and practically flew from the schoolhouse.

Anne hadn’t noticed she and Gilbert were the only ones left in the building. Gilbert had noticed, of course, as had Diana. And when Anne ran, Gilbert could only assume that it was because of him. He looked after her as she ran, feeling… he didn’t even know what. He met Diana’s eyes and she nearly glowered at him. Diana was never unkind with him, and she hadn’t really glowered, but the lack of her usual kindness felt just about like it.

“Diana, I- I must confess I don’t understand what I’ve done-

“No, I expect you don’t” Diana said quietly, cutting Gilbert off and hurrying after Anne.

----

Everyone else had left the schoolhouse. Anne rubbed her eyes. It had been a long night. But she had done it. She had written and made copies of an article she hoped would change things. At least for Josie. She had hidden the papers in a desk after they had dried. She was planning on secretly inserting them into the papers after everyone left the school house today.

She watched as her fellow writers left the schoolhouse after assembling this week’s papers. She listened as the door to the schoolhouse swung shut, and then she leapt into action. She pulled her articles out and dashed to where the neat stacks of completed papers rested.

“Anne, what are you doing?”

Anne was halfway through inserting her articles and had been so absorbed she must not have heard the door open again. She whirled around to see Gilbert staring at her. Why was he always staring at her? Why did his eyes always look like... Like that.

They stared at each other for a moment before Anne finally shook herself back to reality. This was a matter of ethics. Not about her feelings toward Gilbert Blythe.

“I wrote an article.” She said, standing tall and jutting her chin out a little.

“About the balloons?” Gilbert asked, “We could have helped you earlier to put that in the papers.”

“No, actually,” Anne said, “It’s actually about the unfair expectations we hold towards women and how easily blame and shame is placed upon them for things they did not choose.”

“Oh,” Gilbert said, furrowing his eyebrows, “Is this about Josie?”

“As a matter of fact, it is,” Anne said, “But also more than that. It is unfair that Josie must suffer for something Billy did to her. It’s unfair so many women have to bear the burden men force upon them.”

“Anne, I don’t understand,” Gilbert started, but Anne cut him off. She had had enough of whatever it was that was going on with him.

“I don’t see what is so hard to understand, Gilbert Blythe,” Anne snapped, “Josie Pye has been wronged. Billy... He forced himself on her. And even if he hadn’t, he should not be able to walk around with his head held high when Josie is hiding at home and is utterly shamed! I would think you of all people would understand! You see the injustice Bash faces because of the color of his skin! You saw what Miss Stacy was up against when she first arrived. How can you not see what Billy has done and be enraged!?” Anne felt tears pricking her eyes.

“Anne,”

“No! I am not finished. I do not understand what has changed you, but I- I don’t like it. Bad things happen when good people stand by and refuse to act. How can you watch this unfold? How can anyone? How is everyone able to just forget about this as though it never happened!?”

“Anne, I’ve had a lot on my mind. I haven’t... I didn’t think-

“No, clearly you didn’t.” Anne snapped, “You know what happened to Mary. You know how Elijah was conceived. That could have happened to Josie! But I suppose you have more important things to think about. More important people to impress.”

“Anne, I don’t see how Winnie has anything to do with what has happened to Josie.” Gilbert cried.

“She has nothing to do with any of this. This has to do with you. You haven’t been acting yourself. I thought you more understanding, more empathetic. I never expected you would just ignore what happened. I thought you of all people would be my ally in this.”

Gilbert was floored. He gaped at her, unable to find words. He’d never been so thoroughly called out before in his entire life. Had he really been acting differently lately? Was Anne right?

Anne let out a short breath and turned around, continuing to insert her article into the paper. Gilbert had never seen her so disappointed before. And she was disappointed in him.

“Anne,” Gilbert said quietly. She didn’t respond.

Gilbert walked over to where she was working and silently he began unfolding a paper. He grabbed one of her articles and placed it inside. Maybe Anne was right, he had been acting out of character, but he could at least help her now.

---

“That’s the last one,” Gilbert said, placing it atop the stack. It had taken them the better part of an hour to get all the papers fitted with Anne’s article.

“I hope these will awaken people to the injustice. It’s just so unfair. Poor Josie. She didn’t deserve this.” Anne mused.

“If anyone could write something to change their minds it would be you, Anne,” Gilbert said quietly, “And I’m sorry I didn’t recognize the injustice sooner. I just... I wasn’t thinking. But you’re right. It’s unfair.”

Anne glanced up. Gilbert was staring intently at her. She couldn’t seem to pull her gaze away from his. She couldn’t help but think of the dance. When he looked at her so... softly.

“Thank you.” Anne said shortly, shaking herself. She turned away quickly, feeling her face heat, and after gathering her things, made for the door.

“Anne!” Gilbert called. She kept walking.

“Anne, please! Wait!” Gilbert called. Jogging after her, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been thinking like myself lately. I’ve just... Everything has been so very complicated.”

“Yes, I suspect courting must be quite complicated,” Anne said quietly

“Courting?!” Gilbert was flabbergasted.

“Yes. Courting. That is what you are doing with Winnie, isn’t it?” Anne asked.

“I. I mean. we.”

“Forget about it,” Anne said. She couldn’t handle having him looking at her any longer. His eyes were always saying something, peering into her. It was too much.

“Anne!” Gilbert grasped her wrist as she started to leave. “Anne, please wait!”

“What is it, Gilbert!?” Anne asked, exasperated.

“I can’t help but feel you are angry with me over something more than Josie. What have I done to wrong you?” Gilbert asked.

“I- You- Nothing.” Anne said, “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Then why are you avoiding me and acting like you hate me again?” Gilbert asked, “I thought we were friends?”

“I. I did too. But I suspect I have misunderstood.” Anne said.

“I don’t understand,” Gilbert said, gazing down at her.

Anne was aware he was still holding her hand.

“I don’t either. But I have clearly misread... It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” Gilbert said firmly, “It matters to me.”

“I just. When we. At the dance. I thought. You looked. Can you just please stop!?” Anne snapped, pulling her hand from his.

“Stop what?! What have I done?” Gilbert asked.

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” Anne snapped.

“Looking at you like what?”

“You know what. And it really is unfair when you were clearly otherwise involved and I can’t.... I have misread this relationship and I would kindly ask you ensure that you do your part to not give me the wrong idea again. For both mine and Winnie’s sakes. And for the record, she seems lovely. But I need to go. Marilla will be beside herself.” The words rushed out of Anne and before Gilbert could respond she had ran down the steps of the school and was on her way to Green Gables.

Gilbert remained standing by the open school house door.

“Looking at her? Winnie? Wrong idea? Misread the relationship?” Gilbert could not understand what was happening. He closed the door to the school slowly, walking toward home.

---

“He didn’t!” Cole gasped.

“Yes! He chased after me and I was foolish enough to think he knew I was upset about her.” Anne buried her face in her hands.

“I thought Gilbert Blythe was clever.” Cole sighed, “Wasn’t that just like a man?”

“I thought he was... for a moment... It seemed like... I thought there was something there. I thought he felt it too.” Anne whispered, “But, how could I ever stand a chance against a woman like Winnifred?”

“Anne, if Gilbert Blythe is stupid enough to let you go for a woman way too old for him then he isn’t worth having.” Cole said firmly.

“I thought unrequited love was romantic, but really it is just sad, Cole!” Anne cried.

---

“Here are the nappies and her bottles are in there too!” Anne said, sitting the bag onto the kitchen table as Bash greeted Delphine.

“I hope she was good for you,” He said with a smile.

“Oh she was lovely as always,” Anne grinned, “Perfectly charming in every way a baby possibly could be.”

“I saw the article you wrote,” Bash said, “It was good. Important. It would’ve made Mary proud. She would have agreed with you.”

Anne took his hand. “Thank you. That means so much. Truly. She is part of the reason this feels so important to me.”

At that moment the door opened and Gilbert walked in.

“Bash! I’m home! You won’t believe what Winnie’s father said today-- Oh. Hello Anne!” Gilbert grinned as he walked into the room.

Anne stiffened.

“Hello, Gilbert.” She said, “Well, anyway Bash. I’ll just be going. I’d hate to interrupt your evening.”

“Won’t you stay for dinner?” Gilbert asked, “We’ll have plenty. I’ve brought the most amazing cookies from Charlottetown-

“No!” Anne snapped, “Marilla will be expecting me. And I’d hate to take your special Charlottetown cookies. Goodbye!” and she practically flew out of the room.

“I- What- Why?” Gilbert turned to Bash looking utterly confused.

“You’re clueless, Blythe.” Bash rolled his eyes.

Gilbert let out an exasperated sigh and dropped the cookies onto the table rather aggressively.

“Do you know what’s going on?” He asked finally.

“I think everyone knows what’s going on except for you.” Bash said, bouncing Delphine on his leg.

“Well?” Gilbert asked, looking at Bash expectantly, “What has Anne said to you? Why is she so angry with me?”

Bash sighed.

“Blythe, she’s jealous.”

“Jealous? Jealous of what? What do I have that she doesn’t have? What could Anne possibly be jealous of? The cookies? I’d go into Charlottetown and get them for her myself. Or have Winnie get some for her if she’d just be my friend again.”

Bash laughed. “Oh Blythe. It isn’t the cookies. And it isn’t you she’s jealous of. It’s Winnie.”

“What on earth are you talking about? Jealous of Winnie? Why on... earth... wo...” Gilbert trailed off. Suddenly his eyes flew up to Sebastian’s.

“That seems like a look of understanding.” Bash laughed, “Now what will you do about it, Blythe?”

#awae #anne with an e #anne x gilbert #shirbert #season3ep6 #awae fanfic #awae fanfiction #awae s3 spoilers #I didn't edit this sorry!

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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A King Needs His Queen - The Originals

“True love is like playing chess the King may be the most important piece on the board however the Queen is the most powerful and dangerous as she performs more moves than any other. The Queen will always protect her King.” Word Count: 5054 Warnings: None Authors Note: For those who have read Elizabeth Mikealson - What If? Here is the original origins for Elizabeth. I’ve given this a lot of editing to make it worth the read and I wanted to give everyone an alternate view point. I hope you like it. I have up to chapter 4 written so I’ll be posting a new chapter everyday until that point. For those who enjoy my ‘Lizzie-Lijah’ fanfic don’t worry I am in the process of writing a new chapter. If you want to be tagged in this series please let me know <3

True love is like playing chess. The King may be the most important piece on the board however the Queen is the most powerful, most dangerous as she performs more moves than any other. The Queen will always protect her King.

Being the wife to Niklaus Mikaelson was never an easy task, he was impulsive, rash, a temper which has a dangerously short fuse, competitive and many other things but the one thing he had going for him was a lovely irresistible puppy face. But one of the one things we loved nothing more was to sit back and have an intense game of chess why you may ask? Chess is a war game and currently we the Mikaelson family were stuck in the middle of one war between the witches, werewolves and vampires. And myself my husband and the rest of our family were not welcomed with open arms when we first arrived back in New Orleans. It didn't quite help due to the fact Niklaus was a hybrid and the very large statement he insisted on making when we returned home. I understood he was upset that Marcellus had continued Nik's empire without him but we were all under the illusion that he was dead, burned to ash. But the little warrior had survived the attack made by Mikael at the Opera House in 1919, I remember the events vividly and it still haunts me to this day the terror I had felt when I thought my family was going to die but we escaped by the skin of our teeth, Nik carried Rebekah out onto the street while I had received aid from Elijah we watched as the Opera building had lit up the cities dark evening night sky and from that moment we fled for our lives together as a family. After that dreadful night I was and never will be afraid of whatever enemy I will stand in front of because I know who stands behind me. Who will protect me as I will protect them. I promised Nik he would get his empire back at whatever cost because I too also shared his personality traits.

I remember when first stepped foot in New Orleans back in the 1800's we had made a name for ourselves and ended up getting very cozy with the Governor we ended up staying at his residence, it was a delightful place very elegant but Rebekah who I love so dear got a little too involved with Emil, the son of the Governor and one particular day Niklaus had killed him, another one of her lovers had bit the dust or should I say had a snapped neck, it wasn't the first time and surely wouldn't be the last but I did feel sorry for my sister-in-law at this rate she would never be able to have a suitor to settle down with if Nik carried on being the over-protective brother and so we attended the funeral of Emil it was a hard day for his remaining family as well as Rebekah I held her so close as she wept of my shoulder, her sorrows broke my heart. But Niklaus had really chosen the worst time to remove the lover from existence as we was the height of the summer season and I was sweating so profoundly in my dress. I encouraged Rebekah to start heading back to our temporary lodgings as I guided her down a quite dirt road accompanied by my husband and Elijah to see a young boy no more then 6 years old being whipped by a man on horse back.

The cries of the young boy tugged on my hearts strings as I too wanted the chance to bare a child with my husband but because we were vampires we could not procreate but we sure as hell loved to try. But back to the matter at hand turns out we was not burying the only child of the Governor, it had turned out he had another son from a mother to whom he owned. I walked arm in arm with my husband, Rebekah on my other side, but as the whipping of the boy intensified so did the poor screams that left the child's mouth, Nik had ground to a halt and myself and his sister and brother also stopped in our tracks the funeral that was going on ahead of us continued without us. Niklaus just stood there and stared at the boy, but to be fair we all did, how anybody was able to treat a child to the manner were the real monsters of this world. The boy fell to his knees and took hold of one of the nearby apples that had fallen from one of the many apple trees and threw it with all his might at his attacker, the boy gave a look of courage as he stood up for himself panting because of his beating, without me noticing Nik had left our sides and started to move closer and closer to the situation in front of us. Elijah stood in complete silence while I continued to hold Rebekah and dried the tears that were flowing down her beautiful face.

The attacker on horseback and re-composed himself and began swinging his whip around for another session when Nik had interfered and grabbed another apple that was left on the floor and threw it with such force the man fell down dead from his horse, unfazed by what had happened. He then strode other to the boy who was on the dusty ground, as he fallen to his knees in pure agony.

"What is your name?" Niklaus asked the boy. The boy looked shocked but not frightened with Nik's presence panting he replied.

"Don't got one, Momma wouldn't name me till I turned 10 case the fever took me. Then it took her." I un-linked my arms with Rebekah and left her in the care of her brother, I picked up my skirt and made my way over to the two males who were talking, I had a small smile on my face as I re-joined my husband and softly held on to his arm. The three of us just stood quietly when I carefully knelt down in front of the boy.

"Your a survivor, and survivors need names don't they Nik?" I said softly.

"Indeed they do" Niklaus replied as he also crouched down to join me.

"How about Marcellus?" Nik added.

"Marcellus?" The boy asked while he looked at the pair of us.

I nodded gently "It comes from Mars, the god of war and it means little warrior" I say to him.

I offer a hand to Marcellus and Niklaus held mine as we helped each other back to our feet, I dust myself down from the dirt that had collected while I was knelt on the ground. I turned my head back to Rebekah and Elijah who stood far back shock on their faces, Niklaus was acting very different too how he had been acting days well years prior instead of being reckless and indulging on the humans he was showing compassion.

Nik had decided to take Marcellus under his wing, I could tell that Nik saw himself in the boy as he too was beaten when he was a child. Niklaus was never fond to talk about his life when he was child and I was never one to push him, but the fragments I was told were from his siblings, I had been married to Niklaus for nearly 300 years, so I understood my husband very well to say the least.

During the 1500's I was the handmaiden to Anne Boleyn the second wife to Henry VIII, I was the handmaiden of Catherine of Aragon but after the divorce I was re-assigned to Lady Anne. Even though I was just her handmaiden we were very close. In April 1536 I became incredibly ill, I had been diagnosed with dysentery by the castle doctor. Days had passed I had taken a turn for the worst and I was on my death bed, it wasn't until then Lady Anne revealed her biggest secret. She in fact was a vampire and saved my life by turning me, a gruesome act really being fed the blood of a vampire and then the fastest act to the process done I had my neck snapped, it was quick and clean and that was it I was turned into one of her kind.

I was forever grateful that she saved my life but days after she was arrested and sent to the Tower of London with some people saying she was involved in witchcraft as I had made a remarkable recovery. Funny really they were right in the supernatural sense just wrong species.

After Anne was beheaded Henry had re-married, during that time was how I was introduced to the Mikaelson family a loving family a bit dysfunctional but loving non the less. I had grown close to them and being and a new vampire I had struggled with my blood lust, the castle being a busy place food was no shortage but my methods for feeding were not discrete at the best of times and I was sure to be found out, it was then I was taken into the care of the Niklaus and he siblings. At first we didn't see eye to eye and I spent my days with Rebekah or locked away as I hated what I had become. After moving around from place for years on end me and Nik grew closer and he personally taught me the perks of being a vampire, he explained that his family were the first vampires ever created, I was fascinated and was falling for him hard. But turns out Niklaus had fell for me the day he had met me and shortly after we was wed.

And that was how I married a Original vampire.

Over the course of my long life I have come to believe we are bound forever to those with whom we share blood or by name. And while we may not choose our family, that bond can be our greatest strength or our deepest regret. This is the unfortunate truth that has been my downfall for as long as I can re-call . And yet I'm starting to tell you my story as I lay desiccated by a witch in a coffin being hauled around the country in whatever decade this may be. While my so called husband flaunts around doing whatever he pleases. Being angry with him was the understatement of the century, I was livid and when I get out of this god-forsaken box I will rain hell on him. I admit I was no Original but I sure was stronger then the average vampire thanks to a very good witch friend of mine who cast a spell to make me just as strong as my husband and his siblings. I would not die from a stake to the heart and I could be daggered just like Niklaus had done to his brothers Finn and Kol. But as I lay here unable to help my remaining family I was forced to lay and wait for my time to rise once more to wreck havoc with my husband.

Present Day

The night is still young in the French Quarter of New Orleans, humans party in the streets and the soothing sound of jazz plays throughout the streets, laughter and enjoyment heard by all and yet Niklaus is stood on a balcony over-seeing the festivities when Elijah appears next to him out of nowhere.

"Evening Elijah" Niklaus greets his brother.

"Niklaus" Elijah responds bluntly.

"What an entirely un-welcomed surprise" Niklaus says with sarcasm.

"And what an entirely un-surpising welcome but do tell me Niklaus how long do you intend to keep Elizabeth confined to her coffin?" Elijah asks.

"Elizabeth will stay put until I say so" Niklaus says with a sneer.

"She has been confined for nearly 100 years, you are meant to be her husband Niklaus, but we have other matters to discuss, come with me" Elijah says.

Niklaus takes a step forward towards his brother and looks him dead in the eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Elizabeth will be kept safe and hidden until I find out who is conspiring against me, against this family"

Elijah just stands there and straightens his tie "I believe I just found that out for you, but I warn you Niklaus once Elizabeth is freed she will not be pleased" Elijah warned.

And with that the two originals leave the balcony and through the busy streets of New Orleans to arrive at a cemetery, they head inside to a tomb to see some witches and another young girl present.

"No! It is impossible." Klaus had said shocked by what he saw in front of him.

To which Elijah replied "I said the same thing myself"

The two originals stood in front of young werewolf called Hayley to whom was pregnant with a child, Niklaus being the father to said baby. So when Elijah had warned before that Elizabeth would not be pleased with the news he was not wrong.

"This is a lie! You are all lying. Vampires cannot procreate!" Niklaus had shouted to everyone in the tomb.

"We are aware that vampires cannot, what I would like to know is why you would betray your wife, you wife Niklaus! The one woman who always stood next to you in whatever plans you had devised. This will be like killing her when she finds out!" Elijah ranted at his brother.

Hayley looked at the two males, dumbfounded.

"But werewolves can, magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You're the original hybrid, the first of your kind. And this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes" The witch stood next to Hayley admitted.

"You've been with someone else, admit it!" Niklaus had turned and screamed at Hayley, he was about to take a step forward to be held back by his brother.

"Hey! I've spent days held captive in a freaking alligator bayou because they think that I'm carrying some magical miracle baby. Don't you think I would've fessed up if it wasn't yours" Hayley shouted back looking the hybrid square in the eyes.

"My sister gave her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them safe. Or we can kill them. If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress." The witch shouted.

"Wait? What?" Hayley stuttered.

"Enough of this nonsense, if you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself" Elijah said sternly. "No we can't not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules" The witch continued. Elijah looks over to his brother, who looks like his blood is boiling with rage.

"How dare you command me? Threaten me, with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weakness. This is a pathetic deception. I will not hear any more lies!" Niklaus rants.

"Niklaus! Listen!" Elijah shouts to his brother, after that silence fills the tomb, and the soft heartbeat of the baby that resides within Hayley can be heard. Niklaus looks at Hayley, towards the witches and then looks at his brother, he swallows and then clears his throat.

"Kill her and the baby" He says bluntly and turns to leave the cemetery into the night.

Elijah runs and catches up to his brother who had taken to running through the streets of the French Quarter, he grabs his brother. "Niklaus please" He says.

"It's a trick Elijah" Niklaus replies still angry with the news.

"No, brother its a consequence to your actions while Elizabeth has been absent from us but also a gift, its your chance, its our chance" Elijah starts.

"To what?" Niklaus interrupts. "To start over brother, take back everything we lost have lost, everything that was taken from us. Our parents came to despise us. Our family was ruined... We was ruined I mean for heavens sake you made a witch cast a desiccation spell on your wife and stored her in a box for the past 100 years. All you and Elizabeth have ever wanted was a family, all that we ever wanted was a family" Elijah told his brother.

"I will not be manipulated" Niklaus growls and turns away but Elijah vamp-speeds over to block his path not allowing his brother to run any further.

"So they are manipulating you. So what? With them, this girl and her child - your child might I add live" Elijah says trying to reason with his brother.

"I'm going to kill every last one of them" Niklaus threatens and shoves Elijah and turns away in the opposite direction but Elijah once again speeds over to block his brother once more.

"And then what? Then you return to Mystic Falls to resume your life without your wife as the hated one, as the evil hybrid? Free your wife or is it so important to you that people quake with fear at the sound of your name?" Elijah continues.

"People quake with fear because I have the power to make them afraid. What will this child offer me? Will it guarantee me power?" Niklaus argues.

"Family is power! Niklaus. Love, loyalty that's power, this is what you swore to another one thousand years ago, what you swore to Elizabeth almost 500 years ago, before life tore away what little humanity you had left, before ego, before anger, before paranoia created this person to keep their wife sealed away, someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother This is us! The Original family and we remain together always and forever. I am asking you to stay here, free Elizabeth from her slumber and I will help you, stand by you. I will be your brother. We will build a home here together. So save this girl. Save your child." Elijah pleads.

Elijah places a hand on Niklaus' shoulder, were his brother brings his own hand to Elijah's neck it was their own brotherly gesture, a sign where they showed each other how much they cared and loved one another. They look at each other and Niklaus just whispers

"No" and walks away leaving Elijah standing in the street.

Walking into New Orleans Elijah knew where his brother kept his wife hidden, he knew that the only person who stood a chance to get his brother to see reason would be Elizabeth, yes it would be dangerous for the werewolf, but in order to save the child, and his brother Elizabeth needed to be woken from her century long sleep. Finally arriving to where the coffin was stored he lifts the lid to see his sister in law peacefully asleep, he gently lifts her out and holds her tightly to his chest. There was a time before where feelings for Elizabeth were deep in his heart, but after she fell for his brother she was no longer seen as a love interest and was only seen as family, and Elijah being the noble family man that he is, he had swore to protect her as well.

Elijah had made his way back to the tomb where Hayley and the witches were talking. Elizabeth still in his arms he entered the tomb to just have everyone look at him as he interrupted a conversation.

"She can't, I'm not entirely sure I can, but the woman in my arms is our best bet. But now that your coven has drawn ire. I have a question, what prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?" Elijah asks with a smirk on his face.

"Who is the woman?" One of the witches ask.

"This here is Elizabeth Mikealson, Niklaus' wife and the only force I believe that can get him into submission. Unless you have a better alternative?" Elijah responds.

One of the witches takes a needle, and holds it up to Elijah and sticks the needle into her hand, pricking the skin drawing a drop of blood.

"Ow!" Hayley yelps and there is blood on her hand in the exact place where the witch had hurt herself.

"Hey what the hell!" Hayley shouted.

"The spell my sister performed, the one that got her killed? It wasn't just to confirm the pregnancy. It linked me to Hayley. So anything happens to me, happens to her which means her life in my hands. Klaus may not care about his own child, but its very clear what it already means to you. If I have to hurt Hayley, or worse to ensure that I have your attention, I will" The witch threatened.

Elijah looks at the witch with a smirk on his face. "You would dare threaten an Original?" He asked.

"I have nothing to lose" The witch replies and with that one sentence the smile was wiped of his face. He takes a few steps closer to the witches, Elizabeth still in his arms.

"You have until midnight to get Klaus to change his mind" The witch threatens once more.

"You have until midnight to awaken Elizabeth" Elijah responded gently placing his sister in law on the ground and left the tomb.

After the chanting of a spell cast by the witches I was awoken, the grey that once covered my skin slowly drained away, my eyes start to flutter open and my crystal blue eyes are met with the world. I slowly get up and runs a hand through my long black raven hair.

"Where am I?" I ask the crowd of witches.

"Your in New Orleans, Elijah wants you to find him its regarding your husband" A witch starts.

"My husband is a dead man walking, do you know what it is like to be kept in a coffin for a century?" I snap and with that I left the tomb, I was hungry and if I didn't get blood soon I would do some serious damage to something or someone. My long white dress drags along the floor, while I walked barefoot the cool concrete was welcomed to try and damper my fiery temper that was ever growing by the minute.

As I walked out of the cemetery I spotted a elderly couple, I approached them with a small smile and looked the man in the eyes.

"Don't be afraid" I said. And with that the veins under my eyes grew visible and my fangs bulged through my gums, as I pierced the neck of the elderly woman in front of me, her blood followed into my mouth and down my gullet I was so hungry but I was never a killer when I was feeding, I gently released from her and bit into my own wrist for her to drink my blood to heal her wound. I did the exact same with the man and I was feeling much better, I compelled them to forget me and wished them a safe journey home. It was now time to find my brother in law.

As I walked through the streets I heard loud music playing and the sound led me to a courtyard, I remembered this courtyard from years before this was our home but before I could enter I was whisked away up onto a balcony, from up here I could see vampires drinking and dancing the night away. Until I noticed one vampire in particular Marcellus the very boy we had raised ourselves, but also the very boy we all thought had died in 1919 all thanks to my twisted father in law. After what had happened I was shoved in a box for the next 100 or so years to rot.

"Elizabeth, I trust you found yourself here ok?" Elijah asked me.

"I did thank you brother, but enough small talk where is he Elijah? Where is Niklaus? Where is he so I can rip his heart out" I shouted

"Hush now my dear, we must watch" Elijah said calmly as he gestured down to the scene which was unfolding down below us.

"Hey man, where'd you run off to? Someones put you in a mood. What can I do?" Marcellus asked my husband.

"What you can do is tell me what this thing is that you have with the witches" Niklaus replied in a low voice, a voice he would use when he was displeased.

"We're back to that" Marcellus said in a bored flat tone" To which all my husband had said

"Yes, were back to that" Marcellus had taken a step towards Niklaus with his arms wide open

"You know I owe you everything I got, but I'm afraid I have to draw the line on this one. This is my business. I control the witches in my town. Let's just leave it at that" Marcellus had said.

And I felt outraged all of us were responsible for what he had here today, it wasn't his town! The town belonged to the Mikealson's not Marcullus Geraed.

"Your town?" I heard my husband shout.

"Damm straight" He replied.

I was again angry with the situation to which was in front of me, I gripped the railing and glared down at the vampires beneath me and Elijah, I felt a soothing hand run circles on my back and I was starting to feel calmer.

"Part of me is debating to go down there and start ripping out hearts, and tearing of heads Elijah" I hissed at him.

"I know, but its not time for you to reveal yourself just yet." He told me, still rubbing my back.

"That's funny, because when I left 100 years ago, you were just a pathetic little scrapper still trembling from the lashes of the whips of those who would keep you down, and now look at you master of your own domain, prince of the city. I'd like to know how" Niklaus boosted.

The music that was playing in the courtyard had stopped playing and all that could be heard now was the two vampires trying to have it off and the slow breathing from everybody else.

"Why? Jealous? Hey man I get it. Three hundred years ago, you helped build a backwater penal colony into something. You and your family started it, but then you all left, actually, you ran from it. I saw it through. Look around. Vampires rule this city now. I got rid of the werewolves. I even found a way to shut down the witches. The blood never stops flowing and the party never ends. You wanna pass on through? You wanna stay a while? Great. What's mine is yours, but it is mine. My home, my family, my rules." Marcellus says loud and proudly.

But he was down right wrong, this was our home and our family but the one thing that was certain is that everyone in my family played by my rules. "And if someone breaks those rules?" Niklaus asks.

"They die. Mercy is for the weak, You and Elizabeth taught me that, too. And I am not the prince of the Quarter, friend. I'm the king! Show me some respect" Marcellus shouted.

All is silent, down below us all is quite no one moved and when I turned to look at my brother he just looked on, his jawline tense and he didn't move a muscle. The wind had picked up a little and blew my hair around a little, as I brushed some behind my right ear I see my husband rush forwards to one of the other vampires that are present at the party, he bites him viciously in the neck and I was confused to as why, Nik was a vampire so biting another vampire was pointless...Unless he broke his cure that he had vowed to do years ago.

If that was the case my husband was what they call a hybrid, a being that had vampire and werewolf blood run through his veins and venom in his fangs, he truly was a force of nature. My thoughts were interrupted when Nik had said "Your friend will be dead by the weekend, which means I've broken one of your rules. And yet I cannot be killed. I am immortal. Who has the power friend?" My husband just stands in front of Marcellus, no more words are exchanged, Nik smiles at the crowd turns and leaves.

Myself and Elijah were still stood on the balcony as we watched Nik leave the mess he had caused. "So he finally broke his curse?" I ask him. Elijah nodded at me

"That he did, but that story is better told another day, come lets get you in the warm and cleaned up. We can worry about what Niklaus is doing tomorrow" Elijah held out his arm and led me to a hotel to where he had been staying and ran me a warm bath. I laid back in the large tub allowing the hot water to soothe my body, turns out being in a coffin for 100 years leads to more aches and pains then you can imagine. As I got out of the tub I wrapped a towel around my body, while I had been getting cleaned up Elijah had been on the phone talking to my dear sweet sister Rebekah. I quickly got changed into the spare clothes Elijah had kindly left out for me. After getting dressed, I re-joined Elijah to where he now ended his call. "How about getting some sleep my dear? It's been an eventful few hours for you" Elijah suggested. I looked at him but I didn't wish to pry, I did feel exhausted even though I have been asleep for the past century, I complied with him and padded over and gave Elijah a long hug and kiss on the cheek. Once we had broken the hug, Elijah had pulled me back to kiss my forehead.

"Niklaus does love you, Elizabeth always and forever"

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