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baseballbitch116 · 5 years

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The Big Bad Hybrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Word Count: 911

Warnings: None

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Was it smart? No, most certainly not.

Would that stop you? No, probably not.

Was it exhilarating? Yes, you had to admit it.

Klaus. Niklaus Mikaelson, as you had come to learn his true name. Something about the infamous Klaus had intrigued you from the moment you first met him. Of course, literally everyone hated him. He did try to kill Elena, after all. You couldn’t defend him for most of his actions, and it wasn’t your job to either. However, you also had no loyalty to Elena or her Scooby-Doo gang to stop you from getting to know the ancient hybrid. Sure, you could consider Caroline or Damon friends, but not the rest of them. You don’t like Elena much, and therefore not Stefan much either. You hung around them from time to time, but mostly because you are a vampire as well and you guys had that in common.

You hadn’t been there when Klaus had been trying to break his curse, you actually hadn’t met him until a while later in passing...

He was leaving standing outside of Elena’s house, looking less than pleased. You didn’t know who he was though, so you gave him a sideways look and crossed your arms, waiting for him to introduce himself. You could tell that he was not human, not only because he was standing outside of the house as if he couldn’t get in, but also the way he carried himself.

“Can I help you?” You call out when he fails to inform you of who he is, instead just staring at you. He lifts his head a little higher and smirks a little, beginning to approach you, slowly

“I don’t know, can you?” He asks, cocking a brow. He is ridiculously good looking, and one hundred percent the type of guy you’d go for. You shift your weight onto one side and raise your eyebrow, keeping a straight face as he smirks at you.

“You know Elena?” You question, ignoring his suggestive question, curious of who the hell they weren’t allowing inside. He emits an aura of danger, he certainly didn’t seem like good news... But that only made you all the more interested in finding out more about him.

“You could say that...” He responds, once again not answering you straightly. His smirk grows when you roll your eyes, looking over his shoulder toward the house to see if anyone was out. “I haven’t seen you before... Are you a part of their little...gang?” He asks, sticking one hand in his front pocket and the other hanging loosely at his side.

The man, who still has not told you his name, stands about three feet in front of you, his eyes not leaving you for a second. The way he spoke sounded mocking of them, but it didn’t bother you, given as you don’t care too much for them either. They were pretty immature, that’s why you compared them to the Scooby-Doo gang. You had to say though, whoever he is... He has an amazing accent.

“Ha.. No, not really. Who even are you?” You ask, growing impatient with his failure to tell you.

His smirk, if even possible, grows a little smugger, as he responds “Klaus Mikaelson.”

Your eyes widen just a little as realization hits you, and you instinctively put your guard up, uncrossing your arms and mentally preparing yourself for him to try to kill you.

“Relax, why would I harm a pretty girl like yourself for no reason?” He taunts, seemingly pleased with your reaction. You quickly summarize that he feeds off people fearing him, he clearly likes to be a big bad hybrid immortal. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” He questions, turning his head a little as he watches you.

You are unsure of how to feel at this point, or what to do. Should you vamp speed into the house? Should you run? Should you pretend that you aren’t afraid? You hesitate in responding, but ultimately decide to pretend that you aren’t intimidated by him. “Y/N.” You say dryly. You can’t help but notice how blue his eyes are... And how pink they make his full lips look...

He clearly took notice of your gaze dropping from his stunning eyes, and that smirk of his turns into a slight chuckle. “So, what are you doing here if you are not a friend of their’s?” He questions, his head dropping slightly but looking up at you through hooded lids, almost seductively. But the tone of his voice warned you that he was seriously wondering why you were there.

“Well,” You say, taking one small step closer to him, his eyes widening a little and his head coming back up to look at you straight, clearly caught off guard by your boldness. “I don’t think that’s much of your business, now is it?” You taunt, now smirking yourself, and beginning to walk past him. You couldn’t deny that you were flirting with him a little, but you also had no intention of telling him any information about yourself.

And just as you had figured he would be, Klaus watched you walk away from him and toward Elena’s door. He was very curious about you and had every intention of seeing you again, but for the time being, let you walk inside.

And little did you know, that was the start of it all...

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potter-imagines · 7 years

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Being best friends with Damon Salvatore

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wicked-witchxx · 7 years

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Dating Rebekah Mikaelson Would Include...

Simulate being best friends at first

All of her brothers were surprised when you two confessed about their relationship

Niklaus not accepting it at first

But when he saw how happy was Rebekah (and with a lot of help from Elijah) he ends up accepting it

Being a vampire

Being Klaus’ ex girlfriend

Rebekah and you met in the 20's as you did with Klaus and Stefan Salvatore

Living in New Orleans with the Mikaelson

Helping Rebekah hide Hope from New Orleans witches

Helping Hayley find a cure for Freya, Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol

And hidding them from Marcel

Rebekah and you sharing clothes

Dreaming about have a family together

Wanting to kill Kol when he changed the body that Rebekah must to ocupate

After all Klaus is your best friend and conffident

The Mikaelson loves you as another one of them

Hayley love how you are with her daughter

Running away with Rebekah and Kol

Being there for her when Kol died in Kaleb’s body

And traveling with her looking a way to bring him back

Helping Rebekah when she was under the influence of the cursed stake

Being jealous when Stefan arrives in town, becouse you rembered him from the 20′s

Passionate sex

Rough sex

Cheek kisses

Softs kisses

PDA

Some times for annoying Nik, anotherones becouse you love eachother

JEALOUS REBEKAH EVERYWHERE

Wich make her feels insecure

You telling her how you love her and you wouldn’t change her for anything o anyone

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klarolinedrabbles · 5 years

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Julie is really out here trolling Klaroline stans. Like I should be surprised but I'm not, I'm just disgusted. But also - I know that it isn't the exact same dress because DRR and CA had different bodies and build etc, but maybe it was just the angle of LG photo but the dress looked very low budget. I'd believe Caroline's came from a princess, while Hope's looks like it came from eBay as a cheap replica because the finer detail looks cheap like crusted diamond bits. Could just be the pic though.

Wtffff this dress should've gone to Lizzie, not Hope. I am so pisssssed

I saw some stills of the miss mystic falls episode for LG. And the dress Hope is wearing looks almost exactly the same as the one klaus gave Caroline for the mikaelson ball. May be another KC mention coming our way.

I noticed something in tonight’s episode (legacies) .. Hope was wearing the same or almost exactly the same blue dress klaus gave Caroline in season 3’s mikaleson ball episode ... and I just wanted to know how you feel about that ? Cause I don’t know what to feel ..

oops I meant next week’s episode .. (the klaroline dress hope has on ask)

speculation is that lizzie might give hope The Dress (because lizzie is the one who convinces hope to go for miss mystic). it looks like lizzie isn't competing (??) (the theory is that penelope must do something to get her kicked out maybe) (for josie) so she wants hope to win over penelope or mystic falls high ppl, and gives hope the dress (maybe caroline gave it to lizzie to wear)

Uh, is the LG budget so low they had to reuse Caroline’s ball dress, or is Plec messing with our fandom again?

They went in and altered Caroline’s Mikaelson ball dress to fit Danielle instead of just buying a new one. Seems odd...

I feel like I have a lot of stuff I wanna cover in this ask, so let me get right to it.

First things first, Danielle looks lovely in the dress/stills, and that is the that on that. I’ve seen some shit, and some people need jesus, don’t test me.

Secondly, I’m rather...confused? Because it’s definitely the same dress, it’s far too similar to not be. But it’s like the same, and also different? For a second I thought that definitely wasn’t the dress cause there’s beading on the neckline that isn’t on Caroline’s version. and the color is just a bit off. But nitpicking aside, it’s the same, no doubt about it.

Which brings me to my next point, how does she get it? And if Lizzie is the one who convinces Hope to compete, and procures the dress, I’m going towards massive emo hours, count on it. And I say that because I have been rather curious what the girls---because Klaroline have three total, am I laughing or crying---know and/or think of that relationship existing at some point, ya know? Granted of course that’s never been this uber pressing issue I’ve had, because there is more to the three girls than the fact that half of each of their parents = Klaroline. They are their own characters, and obviously don’t need to be overridden with KC mentions.

However, I can’t imagine---I mean I can, because JP lacks a soul, but I digress---this dress coming into play without a mention to go with it? It just seems to be more of a hassle than it’s worth. Like they could have her in any dress that their budget will let them buy, why buy/make/re-use a replica of a dress we’ve seen before?

And while I would ultimately prefer this dress not coming into play at all, overall I can’t say I mind? Like yeah I would’ve rather seen Lizzie wear it, if someone had to, but that’s solely preference, she’s my fave---hashtag no ragrets. But there’s potential to have a rather nice moment, if Lizzie is the one that gives it to her, because ‘your dad gave this to my mom’, gimme Lizzie mentioning Klaroline and I’ll be content for quite some time. This is all on the assumption that there’s even a mention of course, which is bold of me to make cause we all know JP takes great pleasure in really kickin a fandom when they’re down---in the ground where she left em.

I’ve said a few times that I hope spoilers for this show never end up here, which I whole-heartedly mean but I will make an exception for next week’s episode, ajsbjhdbasjha. So this is me, being a weak bitch, and sending a ‘come tell me if there’s anything relevant to me’ vibe out into the universe.

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malereader-inserts · 6 years

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Siblings’ Compassion

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Pairing: Mikaelson x Brother!Reader Summary: You beg for a siblings’ compassion Word Count: 1155 Request: @mercy8grace “Could I, if possible, Request a Mikaleson Family x Male Sibling Reader? Where MR is the youngest one and it's currently Christmas and MR is like the only one who really adores Christmas, but the others are always pushing him away or getting mad at him. And especially during that Christmas he is/gets shattered(?), discouraged and sad and yeah. Drama & Angst with a bit of blood and lots crying and if possible fluff at the end?” Warning: Blood, A/n: I didn’t know what you meant by he gets shattered (In my terminology that means tired) so I didn’t know if that’s what you’re implying?

Christmas time has always been your favourite holiday. It was a time where you could be with family, not worry about an enemy. This year everyone has been on edge, you can barely remember what happened but all you wanted was your family who constantly pushes you away.

You were the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings, childlike and optimistic with a very protective side. You hated killing people, especially the innocent ones, and you were overall the most preferred sibling. You kept out of drama and barely made enemies for yourself, you were full of sweet talk and charming smiles.

Your older siblings were far more protective of you, sure you were an original like but the sense of protective the young fulfilled them. Also, they hated when you were hurting when you were growing up, the memory of you screaming in pain haunts them.

This year, the time that a witch had attacked your family has caused you to seek out comfort. But, you met with Klaus screaming at you and throwing threats. Elijah getting impatient with you and insulting you to grow up, protect yourself.

You understood why Elijah and Klaus were often hardened with their feelings whilst Klaus was more hesitant to show them, the two often found that feelings could get the best of them and the pair of them telling you to not show your emotion made you feel hollow inside.

Rebekah was locking her door and would tell you to sod of the moment you were about to knock on her door. Hayley was busy with little baby Hope and you couldn’t possibly ruin that.

That Christmas was starting to be the worst, your memory was almost nonexistence of any incident of witches. Whilst your siblings plus Hayley got on with problems they believed that could end the world, you visited the little witch.

“I’ll give you what your missing, for a price.”

“And that is?” You asked, nervously.

“Does it matter?”

The days that were leading up to Christmas was quiet, too quiet for the Mikaelsons family. Usually, you would be up and about, filling the compound with tinsels and begging the family to help you put up the tree as you blast Christmas music, with a fake snow machine running somewhere your brothers couldn’t locate.

But, you were tired and discouraged. After a visit of the witch, memories flooded back, you didn’t realise how much you had forgotten until you were writhing in pain with too much information as you were practically reliving them. Memories of your brother’s death, from your death, from constantly almost experiencing death with every encounter with your father.

Every replaying moments of impalement and werewolf bites caused you more misery, feeling every jab and stab and feeling like death. For a moment the feeling of being a vampire wasted away and you just felt human.

On top of that, all you wanted was your siblings' feeling and compassion, you felt clingy, but you were sweating, the sheets of your bed soaked, and you felt blood come up your throat.

Elijah was the first to realise something was strange, standing out on the balcony as his eyes scanned the area and apprehending the lack of decor. Klaus steps out to see his older brother’s concerning look.

“What is it, Elijah?”

“What looks different to you, Niklaus?” Elijah asked, as Klaus looks out to the court and shrugs his shoulder, “It’s almost Christmas, Niklaus, where is our brother dearest with his foolish decor and high spirits?”

Rebekah came out of her room, hearing her brothers, “I believe the baby brother of ours has disappeared for a few days.”

“That’s unusual, (Y/n) never goes out without telling one of us,” Klaus spoke turning around and marching to your room, in case you were locking yourself in there.

A sudden thud in your room made a heighten anxiety for your siblings, who had followed Klaus. You had rolled off the bed, in an attempt to get to the bathroom. You groaned loudly as you coughed violently, feeling blood exit through your mind.

“Ah, fuck,” You swore loudly.

Klaus opened the door, hearing you swear was a rarity. You never swore unless it was something major. The siblings finding you, helpless on the floor and blood dripping from your lips, was great fear.

Elijah entered the room first lifting you up onto the bed, causing you to squirm and moan.

“What the bloody hell happened?” Rebekah demanded as she storms by your side, stroking your hair.

You whimpered, closing your eyes tightly as you muttered over and over again, “You weren’t there, the witch-”

Elijah had emerged from the bathroom and dabbing the blood from your chin, sitting you up slightly against the headboard so you didn’t choke on your own blood, before gently caressing his thumb over your cheek.

“The witch?” Klaus questioned before thinking back, “The witch, the one who got angered at us because baby brother had killed her boy.”

“It hurts...” You cried out, grabbing your sheets.

“I remember striking (Y/n) unless she used her magic, he should have healed.”

You snapped your eyes opened and glared at Klaus, “All I fucking wanted was my family and a great holiday season unfortunately in this season I get my memory taken away and given back to which I am in immense pain from reliving them, who knows what else she could have done to me.”

You bitterly spoke as it felt like your insides were ripping themselves out as you let out a scream, scrunching up your nose and squeezing your eyes shut, you took deep breaths trying to elevate and manage the obliterating pain.

You were sure you were crying, “It hurts.”

Elijah engulfs you into a hug, your back against his chest with a protective arm around you, “I’ve got you, the pain is psychological - she’s making you think you’re in pain. Listen to my voice, our voices.”

Elijah looked at his other siblings as you buried your face into his neck, “Yes, darling, when you get better we can put out the Christmas tree together and decorate the compound with red and green.”

Rebekah exclaims happily as she came closer to you and Elijah, continuing gentle cold touches to your warm skin. You gripped onto Elijah’s arm, as Klaus looked soft for a moment. Striding towards you and poking you in the knee, you looked at him.

“Once I get this witch and cure you of this torment, I’m sure you have some fake snow to get out.” Klaus teased making you grimace a chuckle, “I still don’t know where you hide that.”

“And I’m still not telling you.” You shot back before leaning deepening into Elijah’s arm before you murmured out a small innocent, “Please don’t leave me, not again.”

Their heart broke as Elijah placed a kiss on your head, “We would never, not in a million years.”

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strongbeautifulfulloflight · 6 years

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Scribbles - By: WrecklessRighter

A collection of drabbles highlighting the romance between Klaus Mikaleson and Caroline Forbes. Some canon, some AU, some AH.

- UPDATED - Drabble #16: “Klaus Bait” For those of you who prefer to read them on ff.net, here ya go! ;-) [ Click here to read ]

#klaroline #rebekoline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #writing #my writing #klaroline drabbles

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misssophiachase · 7 years

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“I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.” + KC, pretty please

Thanks darling Madina @arrenemris, great prompt (and so sorry for the delay). It became something unexpected so the prompt kind of evolved hehe. I was watching one of my fave Shakespearian film adaptions recently, so this modern spin is where the inspiration came from. Also because Beatrice and Benedick ARE Klaroline ( you know, just saying)! Also it is a bit of a different take on Klaus for once but I hope you like this still : )

Much Ado About Nothing

“Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t even need to act,” Katherine observed from the wings. She and Caroline were watching him and his younger brother Kol, who was playing Katherine’s love interest Claudio, rehearse centre stage. “He is Benedick.”

“Yeah, you’ve got that right. An arrogant and smug know-it-all,” Caroline muttered. “I can’t believe I have to kiss him, I mean who knows where those lips have been before? I might even need to sanitise my mouth afterwards.”

Klaus had quite the reputation in theatre circles as a ladies man and from all reports it was fairly common for his on-stage romances to carry over off-stage. But only for the duration of the production because after that he apparently moved onto his next project and next unwitting co-star. Caroline knew for a fact that she had no interest in being his latest victim.

“Well, I had to kiss his brother in rehearsal yesterday.”

“And?”

“It was okay, I suppose,” she offered indifferently, her eyes flickering to the front row of the theatre where the show’s director sat keeping a watchful eye over proceedings. While extremely handsome, Caroline had noticed just how brooding he was given the deep set frown he wore most of the time during rehearsals.

“But not an Elijah Mikaelson kind of kiss,” Caroline teased. The chemistry between the reverred director and Katherine, who was playing Hero, had been palpable to say the least.

“He’s far too serious for me,” she murmured, although her gaze remained unflinching.

“Yes, because that seems to be such an issue,” Caroline joked. “I can practically see the drool, Pierce.”

“Funny roomie,” Katherine drawled.

They’d been best friends for as long as Caroline could remember and it was comforting to have someone in the same field who always had your back, especially when you moved to a foreign and big city like London. For the most part she liked it, not only because it was a vibrant and intriguing city with plenty to do but because she felt a lot more immersed in her role being there.

It was unusual to cast Americans for such classic Shakespearian roles but Katherine and Caroline were highly skilled actresses and had impressed Elijah Mikaelson during the audition. Something she’d been told wasn’t such an easy feat.

What she hadn’t expected was just how frustrating her co-star would be. She’d heard the stories about Klaus Mikaelson, everyone had, but Caroline liked to give people the benefit of the doubt given just how misleading the media could be when it came to celebrity gossip.

Klaus however had proven to be just as insufferable as she’d expected. She would have complained but it was kind of difficult when one brother was the director of the production and the other one playing a leading role.

When she’d met Klaus at the initial table read a few weeks earlier, he’d been equal parts frustrating and arrogant. He may of been an outstanding actor, that much she couldn’t dispute, but he didn’t have to act like he knew it in front of the entire cast. Caroline knew types just like him and the thought of having to co-star in such close proximity was going to be a struggle.

After rehearsals a few days later, Klaus had propositioned her and then, after she rejected his blatant advances, he’d proceeded to ignore her. Not only was he conceited, he was also a man child in her view.

Caroline had subsequently made the decision to act professionally on stage and then hopefully never cross paths with Klaus Mikaelson ever again. Unfortunately she had to get through another two weeks of rehearsals and a three month season on the West End before she could put any miles between them.

The only upside she’d decided was being able to look at his pretty face for extended periods. He may of been an ass but there was no doubting his extremely good looks.

“You can’t lie to me Pierce, I know you too well,” Caroline replied.

“Says the girl who supposedly doesn’t want to kiss Klaus Mikaleson,” she sing songed, nudging her in the ribs teasingly.

“Who wants to kiss me?” A very familiar and annoying voice enquired behind them. She gave Katherine a brief dirty look and then closed her eyes momentarily, trying to come up with a sassy response. There was no way she was going to inflate his oversized ego any further. “I know I’m irresistible but..”

“Nobody,” she shot back, thinking just how lame it sounded. She spun around on her heel to face him defiantly, there was no way Klaus Mikaelson was going to intimidate her. “Unfortunately I have to do it though. Luckily I’m getting some form of monetary compensation for that particularly unpleasant task.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it as least unpleasant as possible for you, princess,” he quipped moving dangerously closer, those annoying dimples appearing from nowhere and flashing in her direction. Caroline only hoped that her cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt at that particular moment.

“Listen up everyone,” Elijah called out from front of stage. Caroline was relieved for the interruption at that particular moment. Especially given he was standing entirely too close and his aftershave was messing with her concentration. “I want to practice the Benedick and Beatrice scene in Act 5 scene 2 after the break.” Caroline knew what that meant, the kiss she’d been dreading for weeks.

“I think he heard your desperate cries for that kissing scene,” Klaus smirked, his hot breath tickling her earlobe. She reached up attempting to swat him out of her personal space, making connection with his cheek. “How did you know I liked it rough?” Caroline didn’t respond, just pushed past him towards backstage. She needed a drink to steady her nerves, she just wished it was straight vodka and not water.

15 minutes later

Klaus was nervous, that much was obvious given the way he was pacing back and forth in his dressing room. He looked up at the wall clock wearily, knowing that he was due on stage already. Before he knew it Elijah would be bleating at him incessantly like when they were children.

Having his brother as director had definitely been an adjustment, so too Kol as his co-star. The media had joked in interviews in the lead-up that it was a family affair and Klaus had to hold his tongue before he shared his real thoughts on the matter. It wasn’t that he didn’t like his siblings but preferred their contact to be in much smaller doses. He was just happy that Rebekah hadn’t joined this project in her costume designing capacity given she was busy on another project in the States. Klaus could only take so much Mikaelson blood in his vicinity.

What he hadn’t expected was to meet Caroline Forbes. Sure, he’d heard about her impressive talents during the audition process but he hadn’t quite expected to almost lose his voice upon meeting her at the table read. She was even more stunning in person with those faultless, golden waves and creamy complexion. Then he’d heard her melodic laugh and Klaus wasn’t quite sure what to do. His pathetic response had been to put on an overly inflated and arrogant persona that Klaus liked to call his Mr Hyde impression.

Nobody knew it but Klaus had unpredictable, anxious tendencies (he liked to blame his parent’s dysfunctional marriage) which is why he’d taken up a career in acting. What better way to hide them than pretend to be someone completely different?

It had worked for him thus far but Caroline’s sudden appearance had thrown him and his pretend playboy act into disarray and now seemed to have escalated out of control. First on the table read then his attempt to ask her out which had fallen flat. Klaus really shouldn’t have been surprised. He hated that character as much as it seemed Caroline did.

After his first college production the rumours had travelled thick and fast that he was some womaniser. The true story was that Hayley Marshall didn’t appreciate rejection and decided to make up her own story depicting him as some heartless romeo. Rather than address the rumours he’d chosen to embrace it. Klaus figured if women thought he was such a player then that meant he didn’t need to bother getting hurt.

“Niklaus!” Elijah baulked, coming to the door and banging his hand against the frame. “We’re waiting, Your Majesty.” Klaus had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, let the incessant bleating begin.

“I need a minute,” he murmured softly.

“You’ve had multiple minutes,” he warned. “I’ve never known you to turn down a kissing scene, little brother.” He’d managed to even fool his own family it seemed. It was at that point Klaus decided he deserved a bloody Toni Award.

“I’m not feeling the best,” he uttered, feigning sickness. It was the one line he knew would work given Elijah’s deep aversion to germs. Klaus coughed, hoping that his act would convince his brother to call off rehearsal. Elijah considered him gravely before moving backwards and Klaus knew he had him.

“Well, in that case,” he muttered, retreating even further. “We’ll pick this up in the morning.” Klaus definitely deserved the ‘fooling your own sibling’ award, that was for sure. He was gone before Klaus could reply or add another fake cough for effect.

He momentarily wondered what Caroline would think about his sudden disappearance but for some reason he was just pleased he didn’t need to face her today. As pathetic as it sounded, Klaus was scared of what kissing those pink lips would mean. It had been so easy to fake with others until she turned up in his life unexpectedly. So beautiful, brash and intelligent and Klaus had no idea how to handle her.

45 minutes later

Caroline was annoyed. She’d psyched herself up for their possible kissing scene earlier and Klaus had been a no-show. She should have been relieved but for some reason she felt rejected, not surprising when it came to him. Apparently he was sick but there was no doubt Klaus was playing games with her.

She’d headed down to the costume department shortly afterwards. One of her dresses had accidentally torn during the last scene and she needed trusty Ruth and her sewing machine to fix it before final dress rehearsal.

Caroline knocked on the door but there was no answer so she pushed it open slowly. The darkness enveloping Caroline telling her that everyone had gone home for the day after Klaus’ premature departure no doubt. She decided to remove the dress there and put one of the white robes nearby to return to her dressing room. After she’d come all this way she figured it was probably best given how soon they were due to open.

Caroline grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it upwards, she felt the light fabric inch over her warm skin from her thighs and over her abdomen softly. It wasn’t until she tried to ease it over her head that Caroline realised she was stuck. The dress wasn’t going any further and she was standing there unsure of what to do next to dislodge the material from her underwear clad body.

She inhaled slowly, feeling her claustrophobic tendencies returning with a vengeance. What the hell was she supposed to do now? It wasn’t like anyone could help her and she was growing increasingly worried about being found dead with her white dress strangling her body and cutting off all possible oxygen. If that wasn’t a visual to make you anxious she didn’t know what was.

Caroline heard a slight rustling from the corner of the room and froze. Were there mice in here and she didn’t know about it? Vermin and small spaces were definitely in her top five fears. She was just wondering which was going to be next. Spiders, snakes or birds. She continued in her pose, wondering if she could locate some scissors and cut this thing off her, even just to escape the mice.

“Hello? Who’s there?” She paused thinking that he was the worst person to find her in this precarious position.

“It’s just me.”

“I thought you were a mouse or, even worse, a bird,” she squeaked, silently relieved. If all else failed, Caroline figured you should try to distract said sexy but arrogant actor with a serious personality problem.

“Not so white and furry, plus I don’t like cheese,” he offered. She had to fight the urge to smile even in her current and awkward state.

“That’s blasphemous,” she chided. “Don’t ever say that if you try to cross the border into France.”

“They don’t like us English much anyway, so no great loss,” he quipped. Caroline was surprised to hear him being so easy going and friendly after their previous encounters. “As much as I’d like to ignore the elephant in the room, do you need some help, love?” Suddenly she felt their fragile relationship going back to where they started off. Bastard.

“I bet you’d love that,” she hissed, trying to remember to breathe through her growing anger. “I don’t need some ‘pretend’ prince charming trying to save me. What are you doing here anyway, Mikaelson? Spying on me?”

He didn’t speak for a while, Caroline would have guesses in her current predicament at least forty seconds, she could hear his increasing and ragged breathing from this vantage point though. She wasn’t quite sure how to take that silence, especially partially dressed. As much as she wanted to beg for help it wasn’t in Caroline’s make-up to show weakness.

“I was resting actually. A room full of costumes and no one else kind of relaxes me.” Caroline wasn’t quite sure how to take it but his sincere tone was telling her she may of misjudged him initially.

“Do you like try them on or something?” She asked, against her better judgment.

“No,” he chuckled softly. “I just kind of sit here in silence.”

“Seriously? Are you playing with me again?”

“Surprisingly no,” he conceded. Caroline couldn’t miss his sincerity yet again.

“Am I on Punk’d or something?”

“Well, if you are,” he offered. “Might I suggest you get that dress off and stop flashing your underwear sooner rather than later.” Caroline had to admit, he did have a point. She’d kind of forgotten her bare predicament in all of their banter.

“You tell anyone about this and I kill you,” she threatened.

“Noted.”

Before she knew it, Caroline could feel his hands sliding over her abdomen and brushing the skin on her arms softly.

Caroline shuddered involuntarily thinking this was obviously his ploy to get women into his bed. She made a mental note to reject him as soon as this dress wasn’t strangling her. It took all of five second for the material to loosen and her sight was restored. Unfortunately it was restored straight into his dark, blue eyes that were watching her intently. If she wasn’t pretty much naked Caroline knew she could have stayed there with him like that.

She eventually managed to avert her eyes, finding a stray robe hanging nearby. Caroline threw it on, knowing that as soon as she was clothed the weird tension would hopefully dissipate. Unfortunately it didn’t, their gaze still unwavering. Suddenly all the insults and quips weren’t enough to save Caroline and she had no idea why.

30 seconds later

She was beautiful. Klaus knew that without having to witness her partially dressed in the costume department. He’d been surprised to hear a slight knocking and then see Caroline enter, attempting to take off her dress for some reason.

Klaus had tried to look away, his eyes immediately averted. The one thing he respected was privacy and the fact she didn’t know he was sitting there wouldn’t bode well. It wasn’t until she got stuck that Klaus knew he needed to intervene but how exactly?

He’d managed to find his voice, although it was difficult given her stunning form in such close proximity. He’d been surprisingly playful until she dressed herself and then things became awkward, their eyes unflinching.

“I should get going,” he barely managed.

“What? No smart and untoward sexually charged remark?” Klaus immediately felt bad. He’d been so busy playing a foreign role to repel her that he’d forgotten how to be the guy he actually was. Suddenly, Klaus knew he didn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy after his behaviour.

“I’m so sorry,” he admitted. “I have a tendency to act like a jerk because it’s easier than being myself.” He noticed her face softening slightly.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong with yourself exactly?”

“That’s an extremely long story,” he smiled, knowingly.

“So how about you tell me about it, over dinner. You know when I’m properly dressed,” she offered. “And just so you know, I have no intention of putting out, Mikaelson.“

“Are you at least going to tell me about the bird phobia?” He teased.

“Funnily enough, that’s an extremely long story too. It involves a mean pelican and my seventh birthday party cake”

The tabloids were feverish with the news that leading theatre couple Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes had cemented their onstage relationship off stage a few months later.

Caroline and Klaus didn’t care what the rumoured reporting was because they knew what they shared was the real thing unlike everything else that had come before it.

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#great prompt #thanks madina #hope you like it #arrenemris #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #perhaps one day

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Long Live Tristan De Martel

Nell’universo dispotico degli Originals, l’antagonista minore è sempre destinato a soccombere. Fatalmente, brutalmente, preferibilmente per mano degli stessi Mikaelson.

Se possibile in modo spettacolare, e a volte nel modo più sadico, per soddisfare gli istinti di quella parte del pubblico che delega ai protagonisti ansie, frustrazioni e desideri di rivincita.

Un quadro a volte inquietante, ma spesso non sufficientemente approfondito, dove la famiglia Orginale rappresenta un grumo di impulsi, tensioni, desideri repressi, che sarebbe stato molto interessante da studiare, se non da sciogliere. Ma non è questo il caso della quarta stagione della serie.

L’unica autrice del gruppo capace di cogliere sfumature morbose e affascinanti nei rapporti tra i protagonisti, e nello stesso tempo capace di una pietà che coinvolgesse tutti i personaggi, principali e minori, ha lasciato la serie alla fine della terza stagione. Il suo nome è Diane Ademu John.

Questa signora è stata capace di prendere un antagonista che era minore davvero ( piccolo, incompreso, poco amato) e di dedicargli un’intera, indimenticabile puntata. La fulgida 3x14, “Un tram chiamato desiderio”. Quando ormai egli era condannato e sparito di scena, destinato, secondo le parole del suo stesso creatore, a una “splendida, orribile, e perpetua fine”, ella l’ha temporaneamente recuperato dalla sua prigione sottomarina, regalandogli l’uscita di scena degna di un tragico anti-eroe.

Il nome di quel piccolo vampiro, che nel libro della serie occupa appena una riga, è Tristan De Martel.

Invero la sua posizione nella storia della famiglia Originale non è del tutto trascurabile, essendo la prima, controversa creatura di uno dei protagonisti. Il suo creatore è infatti figura di riferimento assoluto, il più anziano dei Mikaelson attualmente in vita: il nobile, incrollabile, spietato e insieme misericordioso Elijah Mikaelson. Colui che ha passato un’intera esistenza millenaria nell’opera di redenzione, che poi è riuscita ad altri, del fratello Klaus Mikaelson. Colui che ha sacrificato tutto: amicizia, affetti, rapporti filiali, per proteggere la famiglia e in particolare il fratello ibrido e incontrollabile, vittima di un padre sadico e di un istinto violento che tendeva a soffocarne l’intima buona natura.

In definitiva, il nostro Elijah è un grande, tragico fallito. Per questo infinitamente interessante. Intrappolato in una relazione sentimentale fasulla e forzata fin dalle prime battute con la possibile cognata. La vera protagonista, adorata da personaggi e autori, la ragazza di strada che è cresciuta orfana tra i lupi, la lupa che magicamente resta incinta di una creatura morta da secoli, la voce del buon senso e della ragione, la “splendida e crudele” (ma sempre a fin di bene) regina del Bayou e suprema Mary Sue: Hayley Marshall.

Per chi come me ha sempre amato il più tenebroso, represso e contorto dei Mikaelson, tale relazione, nata in lui più dal senso del dovere e dall’istinto innato di proteggere, che dalla vera passione e dalla vera complicità, è sembrata sempre più una condanna che una benedizione. Un modo di ridurre il personaggio, di esaltarne l’innegabile ipocrisia (il nobile Elijah non è meno spietato dei fratelli, è solo più controllato ed elegante nell’esecuzione). Una condanna che, come quella destinata al povero Tristan, pensavo non dovesse finire mai.

Tanto più che il motivo principale per accogliere Hayley nel cerchio ristretto dei Mikaelson non è certo la one night stand che ella ha condiviso con Klaus, ma di questa l’insperato e improbabile frutto: la piccola Hope. La figlia/nipote che fin dal nome dovrebbe assumersi l’ingrato compito di salvare e “redimere” (quanta confusione in quella parola) un’intera famiglia di vampiri millenari.

In questo scenario già abbastanza contorto, arriva nella terza stagione una splendida invenzione, che sfruttata meglio avrebbe aperto scenari affascinanti e imprevisti.

I fan li hanno soprannominati Trinity, e sono i primi vampiri creati dalla famiglia Mikaelson, in particolare da Klaus, da Elijah e da Rebekah. Le loro prime creature, vampiri quasi altrettanto antichi ma certo non altrettanto potenti, sono Lucien Castle e i fratelli Tristan e Aurora De Martel.

Il legame che questi hanno con i propri creatori non è semplicemente “sentimentale” (in senso lato). C’è tra i due gruppi un groviglio abbastanza difficile da decifrare di affetto, risentimento, sensi di colpa, legami amicali e filiali, attrazione erotica (nel caso di Klaus e Aurora… ma non solo).

In poche parole, la discendenza vampirica non significa automaticamente rapporto filiale, anche se spesso sembra rispecchiarne in modo malato i meccanismi di soggezione/invidia/frustrazione/ammirazione.

E se Lucien per Klaus sembra soprattutto un vecchio amico divertente e un po’ imbarazzante, se tra Rebekah e Aurora si era creata una sorellanza che i secoli hanno ormai fatto sbiadire, tra Elijah e Tristan si raggiungono i livelli più alti di non detto, di morbosità, di ambiguità.

L’autoritario Elijah esprime nei confronti della sua creatura un misto di accondiscendenza e di preoccupazione, lo attacca a parole con una violenza e persino una volgarità che non sembrano giustificate. E che sulle sue labbra, abituate a espressioni eleganti e formali, suonano ancora più incredibili.

Nel frattempo però lo provoca, lo titilla, con gesti di un’ambiguità omoerotica che non può passare inosservata. E di fatto, nonostante le ripetute minacce, senza mai esercitare una violenza fisica diretta.

Quando Tristan diventa complice del rapimento di Rebekah, Elijah arriva al punto di farlo torturare dalla propria fidanzata, fuggendo letteralmente dall’altra parte della stanza quando lei lo morde iniettandogli il veleno dei lupi mannari. E gettando così le basi per la successiva vendetta di Tristan.

Ma non è la sola cosa che stupisce, nel comportamento dell’Originale che fin qui avevamo venerato come “il nobile cervo”, il fratello buono.

Scopriamo infatti che alla base dell’inimicizia tra i due gruppi ci sono l’inganno e il tradimento dello stesso Elijah nei confronti dei tre ragazzi. Quando i Mikaelson devono di nuovo scappare per l’arrivo del perverso e violento padre Mikael, Elijah decide di trasformare Tristan in un vampiro.

Lucien, trasformato da Klaus senza sapere quello che faceva, è stato il primo. Aurora è riuscita con l’inganno a farsi trasformare da Rebekah. Nulla sappiamo delle modalità in cui viene creato il terzo. Ma sappiamo di sicuro che Elijah è consapevole delle sue azioni, e che userà questa cosa a proprio vantaggio. Soggiogando i tre per fare da esca a Mikael, convincendoli a impersonare i propri creatori, in modo che Mikael, cadendo nell’errore, insegua le loro tracce anziché quelle dei propri figli.

Inutile ripercorrere la storia e la fine di questo equivoco, a noi interessa solo il fatto che dopo un millennio i tre tornano per vendicarsi. E soprattutto per evitare l’avverarsi di una profezia che annuncia la fine dei Mikaleson, e perciò quella della loro discendenza (che è legata alla loro sopravvivenza).

Il resto è tristemente noto ai fan del Conte De Martel: Tristan rapisce Hayley e si vendica delle torture uccidendone il marito (il povero lupo mannaro Jackson, che la suprema Mary Sue ha sposato solo per rafforzare il branco e proteggere la figlia, nonostante l’attrazione reciproca che la lega a Elijah).

Klaus rapisce allora Aurora, e a Tristan non resta che riconsegnare l’oggetto magico con cui voleva rinchiudere per sempre i Mikaelson, la Serratura. Ma c’è di peggio: al momento dello scambio il Conte viene ingannato, rinchiuso a sua volta in un container sigillato con la Serratura, gettato in fondo all’oceano e costretto ad annegare per l’eternità.

Nel frattempo Aurora scappa, e allo stato attuale, una stagione dopo, non sappiamo più nulla della sua sorte.

Nella tragica scena della sua condanna, Tristan non si abbassa ad invocare pietà, ma si avvia al suo destino con lo sguardo gelido e l’espressione imbronciata del bambino che sta subendo un punizione ingiusta, mentre la nostra Mary Sue affranta gli promette: “Tu hai portato via un uomo molto buono da questo mondo. Lui sarà sempre con me… ma tu… tu sarai dimenticato… E mentre marcisci nell’oceano, ricorda la mia faccia. Perché sarà l’ultima che vedrai”

A parte l’ipocrisia di quel “lui sarà sempre con me”, quando in una manciata di puntate lei finirà di nuovo a letto con Elijah… su tutto per me c’è lo splendido particolare di Elijah alle spalle di lei. E io sono certa, assolutamente certa, slash o non slash, che l’ultima faccia che Tristan ha guardato nel piano reale è stata quella del proprio creatore.

Ma tutto questo accadeva nella puntata 3x10, e posso immaginare lo stupore, la commozione di quella piccola parte dei fan, nel vedere riapparire Tristan quattro puntate dopo.

Non nel piano reale, ma nel piano astrale immaginato per lui dalla fedele Aya e dalle sue streghe (da quel container Tristan non uscirà mai, non da vivo).

La puntata è scritta da Diane come una splendida fan fiction ( e cioè molto, MOLTO meglio del canon), di quelle che servono a consolarci e a congedarci dai nostri personaggi preferiti quando il canon è ingiusto e ingrato, e certe cose sono ancora da chiarire.

Per ragioni troppo lunghe da spiegare, Aurora, Elijah e Klaus vengono spediti con la mente in una dimensione astrale chiamata Chambre de Chasse, creata dalle streghe per proteggere la mente di Tristan dall’incubo del continuo annegamento. Una dimensione crepuscolare ed elegante, creata per lui secondo i suoi gusti e la sua sensibilità, dove egli può pensare, leggere, suonare il violino.

Elijah e Klaus sono stati resi incoscienti dalle streghe, in attesa che venga spezzato il legame di sangue e che Aurora possa ucciderli con l’ultimo proiettile di quercia bianca.

Suppongo che a nessun cattivo della serie sia mai stato concesso tanto onore. Quello di congedarsi dalla persona che più ama al mondo con parole di speranza (tanto più struggenti in quanto lui stesso sembra non crederci), quello di affrontare a viso aperto il proprio aguzzino, in un faccia a faccia in cui finalmente sono solo loro due (nel frattempo Klaus e Aurora si scambiano minacce e parole taglienti che comunque abbiamo già sentito e non aggiungono molto al loro rapporto. )

In uno strano parallelo, perché Elijah è il creatore di Tristan, ma Klaus per Aurora è solo l’ex amante, in quanto la vampira è stata creata da Rebekah.

E nella morbosa esaltazione di una delle tematiche nascoste della serie, che è quella incestuosa. Molto prima che Tristan arrivasse, infatti, più d’uno aveva sollevato dubbi sui rapporti tra Klaus e Rebekah. E nella terza stagione, ancora più marcata è la nota incestuosa tra Tristan e Aurora. La devozione “patologica e pericolosa” dell’uno verso l’altra.

Stessa vibrazione un po’ ossessiva che corre tra Elijah e Klaus, d’altra parte. (Non a caso le parole dei due De Martel, quando Tristan prova a liberare la sorella nella 3x10. riecheggiano il “sempre e per sempre” dei Mikaelson.)

Ma evidentemente il parallelo può correre anche nell’altra direzione, presentando i quattro come due coppie di ex amanti.

E le parole di Tristan non mi convincono affatto sull’ipotesi del legame filiale.

Il suo “We are your children”, dove con We intende la sua linea di sangue, è piuttosto l’affermazione dell’unico legame che possa rivendicare senza sentirsi ridicolo e umiliato.

Un padre e un figlio non si scambiano occhiate e gesti di quel tipo e in quel modo, e se il rapporto dovesse intendersi in quel senso, sarebbe altresì ben più morboso, sbagliato e malato.

Per farla breve, alla fine e come amaramente previsto il piano astrale crolla, e Tristan fa giusto in tempo a salutare Aurora. A dirle “ti amo”, senza più riuscire a nascondere le lacrime.

Molto più di quanto sia riservato a gran parte dei personaggi minori. E l’ultimo viso che Tristan vede nella propria mente è quello di Aurora, alla faccia di Hayley e della sua solenni condanne.

(Suppongo che non sia un caso se l’amante di Elijah passi gran parte della puntata chiusa in un bagagliaio con il suo fidanzato in real life, Stefan Salvatore, al secolo Paul Weasley.)

Grazie, Diane. Una splendida uscita di scena, di quelle che un personaggio minore raramente può avere.

Una che voglio ricordare, come spettatrice e come slasher, con le parole più vibranti che Tristan abbia mai detto. Sono per Elijah, e a mio parere vibrano di risentimento ma in qualche modo anche d’amore:

You know, I'm almost grateful for those hundred-odd years I spent compelled to be you. It taught me so much... But nothing more important than how to not be you. Where you betray, I remain loyal. Where you abandon, I remain. And, should you find a knight or two in shining armor still foolish enough to fight for you... They will die right alongside you.

“Sai, sono quasi grato di quei maledetti cento anni in cui sono stato soggiogato per essere te. Mi ha insegnato tanto… Ma niente più importante di come fare a NON essere te. Dove tu tradisci, io sono leale. Dove tu abbandoni, io resto. E se tu dovessi trovare uno o due cavalieri in armatura splendente abbastanza stupidi da combattere per te… Essi morirebbero accanto a te”

Una splendida uscita di scena… L’unica che avremo.

Quando Diane ha lasciato, abbiamo perso l’unica autrice disposta a combattere per Tristan.

Sapevo, con buona approssimazione, che se il Conte fosse tornato avrebbe fatto una brutta fine. E temevo le loro moraliste attenzioni. Ma un’autrice così attenta e sensibile non gli avrebbe riservato una triste morte fuori scena, senza neanche essere nominato.

Che Tristan sarebbe morto mi era chiaro da mesi, da quando un’autrice di quelle politicamente corrette aveva risposto brutalmente che il nostro non sarebbe più tornato dall’oceano. A quel punto, l’unica scelta alternativa all’eterno supplizio sarebbe stata la fine della sua storia terrena.

Avevo plottato mentalmente per un anno, sperando in un ritorno e in ruolo da frenemy che potesse risolvere le questioni in sospeso. Ma a quanto pare no, il nuovo super-cattivo bidimensionale lasciava poco spazio per queste sfumature. E la nuova svolta politicamente corretta dei restanti autori minacciava soluzioni persino peggiori.

Però… la lettura fanon-slash di una coppia è sempre una forzatura, ma deve avere pure una base nel canon.

La mie fragili, precarie fondamenta basavano sul fatto che Elijah non fosse mai riuscito a uccidere Tristan (così come non riesce ad uccidere la sua ex amante e braccio destro del Conte, la Vampira Aya. Dovrà pensarci, come è ovvio, la “pietosa” Hayley).

E in parte sul fatto che Tristan non era morto, e perciò la sua condanna era reversibile (una specie di atroce punizione, non tanto strana da parte di uno come Elijah che ha tenuto uno dei propri fratelli per 900 – NOVECENTO – anni in una bara).

Alla fine, senza saperlo, mi sono venuti incontro proprio gli stessi perfidi autori, facendo morire temporaneamente Elijah, ma condannando così tutta la sua discendenza.

Riducendo Elijah al fantasma di se stesso per l’intera stagione.

E infine, supremo colpo di scena, dando il benservito alla più rispettabile delle coppie, quella costituita da Elijah e Hayley.

Con motivazioni, si badi bene, tutte sbagliate, dove il povero Elijah prende tutte le colpe e diventa un mostro di difficile redenzione… ma ragazze, la guerra è guerra. E dopo tante sofferenze io e il mio Tristan mentale non andremo tanto per il sottile.

Un Elijah triste e solo non ha dovuto subire l’atroce destino di dover uccidere la propria creatura. E non dovrà immaginarlo mentre soffre, nel frattempo che lui va avanti. Briciole. Tutto quello che potevamo avere.

E così, anche se ho paura a dirlo, la mia OTP in un certo senso è salva, anche se uno dei due è morto. È morto il Tristan-canon. Evviva il Tristan-fanon. Prima salvato dall’oceano, e poi liberato dall’asservimento un attimo prima che Elijah fosse “ucciso”.

Da fanon la mia OTP diventa crack e AU, ma poco male. Dovrò solo farli soffrire ancora un po’. Till we finally Breathe.

Non ditelo agli autori, però. A quanto pare volevano realizzare la promessa di Hayley, dimenticandosi di lui.

Ma… Long Live Tristan De Martel.

You will NOT be forgotten

#Tristan De Martel #Canon!Tristan #Fanon!Tristan #Trilijah #Diane Ademu John #TO S3 #TO S4 #TO SPOILERS

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