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mayiwritesomething · 17 days

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Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

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jetaimedit · 1 year

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readyforthegarden · 14 days

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Season of the Witch - Part One

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, slight physical altercation 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 2128

Nothing your best friend Danny had told you stayed in your mind. You wanted revenge. You wanted your ex to hurt, the way he had hurt you. Was hurting you. Flaunting the girl he’d cheated on you with around town and all over social media like you weren’t posted on there barely two weeks ago. That was all gone. The carnival photos when he won you a stuffed bunny rabbit, the beach trip photos from your summer vacations together. Two years of holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, wiped from the timeline of history.

One morning, you’re out to brunch, giggling and flirting over mimosas, and by dinner, everything you’d left at his apartment was packed and in the trunk of your car as he told you ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ while his phone buzzed and a picture of another girl kept appearing on the screen.

“Don’t do anything with bad intentions.” Danny reminded you as he begrudgingly handed you his personal grimoire. You rolled your eyes as you took it, stuffing it into your bag. “I’m serious. The universe listens to everything, and sends back what you put out tenfold. This isn’t shit to play around with.”

“Okay mom.” you replied in a mocking tone.

“Hey.” Danny’s hand grabbed your upper arm, the cool metal of his rings chilling your skin. His hazel eyes bore down into yours as you glared at him. “I’m serious. Karma is real, and I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to do some protection sigils and need the book to make sure I do them right.” you rolled your eyes. Danny eyed you closely with disbelief, but ultimately let you go, letting you leave his home with some incense and sage, and a few crystals he believed would aid you in protecting your heart and soul.

You tossed it all immediately to the side when you got home, as you pulled out the book, flipping through the pages to find the one you saw long ago, when Danny first told you he was into witchcraft and showed you his little black spell book. You had laughed to yourself, flipping through it thinking it was going to be all Harry Potter-type charms and spells that would never work, but Danny explained to you that magic wasn’t like how it was in movies and on TV. It was more manifesting and energy than hocus pocus. You let him teach you a few things here and there, blowing cinnamon into your doorway for prosperity on the first of the month, how to properly ventilate a space that you’re cleansing to make sure you’re getting rid of negative energy the right way.

But tucked away in the back of the book were some pages of things he’d found online, and was too afraid to try. A banishing spell wouldn’t do much to your ex, freezing his name on a piece of paper in ice with the intention of him disappearing. He’d only disappear with that girl he was fucking while you picked out a new shower curtain for his bathroom, to live in bliss and completely forget how he fucked you over. You briefly wondered if there was a curse that would give him warts on his less than impressive dick.

The page you were looking for wasn’t there, tattered edges where it had been ripped from the binding. The curly haired fucker knew you better than anyone else.

“Dammit Danny!” you tossed the book across the room in anger, cursing the man under your breath. After a few moments, you pulled your laptop from the coffee table and into your lap, propping it open and clicking the internet browser icon furiously. Once you closed the twelve windows that opened in your rush, you pulled up a search engine, typing in ‘revenge spells’.

Scrolling through the results, you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of some of the sites, some were calling for you to collect your enemy’s tear drops, another for you to ritually sacrifice a small animal. Finally, you came across a simple, easy spell you could do. It instructed you to draw rune-like sigils on the ground, and to place something that bound you to the person you were trying to rid yourself of in the middle of them. You’d left the stuffed bunny at his place, not wanting to ever touch it again after it sat on the bed during his extracurricular activities. Glancing around you, tried to find something left of his, but you’d left no trace of him. That was what you thought, until you looked down at your hand, spotting the ring he’d given you on your three month anniversary. A small, black heart with gold filigree wound around it, and small cubic zirconia gems embedded in it, with one in the center.

Sliding it off the middle finger of your right hand, you set it in the middle of the floor, and stood up, going to the kitchen and grabbing the pencil you left by your notepad on the fridge for your grocery lists. You began drawing the sigils, scratching the pencil lead into the shitty, scuffed up wood flooring of your home. When that was complete, you gathered as many candles as you had, placing them evenly around the circle and lighting them. Once everything was ready, you repeated the incantation the website told you to three times.

“For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back twice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back thrice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it all back.” you felt your anger boiling up inside you as you repeated, nearly shouting them on the last round, feeling the energy in the room shift. A gust of wind whipped around the room, blowing your hair into your face and snuffing out the candles. You noticed once they were out, the sunshine that was beaming through your windows was gone, the sky dark with storm clouds as thunder rumbled. Or what you thought was thunder.

The coffee table began to shake, the art on your walls rattling and you jumped, falling onto your bottom as your television stand quaked so much the TV fell forward, screen shattering to the floor. Your hands had risen to your face to protect your eyes from the glass shards, and when you lowered them, the shaking stopped. Your jaw dropped, a scream building but dying in your dry throat as you took in the vision before you.

A man stood in your living room, barefoot amongst the glass shards. His teeth were blindingly white as he grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Two simple words were all it took for you to realize you’d made a big, huge mistake.

“You rang?”

You stared at the man in front of you, his charming, sly grin never wavering as you gawked at him in shock and fear. His frame was slender under the deep red suit jacket he wore, just a beaded harness underneath, a small gap of skin between the bottom and his matching red pants. But as he held out his arms to his sides, as if expecting a welcoming hug from you, you could see strong muscles flexing when he moved. His face was painted with a thin mustache, and small connecting goatee, letting his thick, long hair be the main focus. His eyes were dark, and the flickering of your lights made them appear more sinister than anything. After a few moments, he dropped his arms to his sides and huffed.

“You’re flattering me, really.” he rolled his eyes, stepping towards you. Broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet but he never once winced. You could feel your body trembling as he knelt in front of you. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting it up, effectively closing your slack-jawed mouth. “But didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

“What….what are you doing here?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and meek. “Who are you?” the man grinned again.

“You summoned me.” he answered simply, looking back at the sigils on the floor, then around the room. His hand still held your chin in a soft grip. “I tend to make an entrance, you should’ve prepared more for me. All this destruction.” he tsked at you and you shook your head.

“I didn’t.” you squeaked. “I didn’t summon anything! Don’t touch me!” you stood up, moving away from this strange man, and darted to your kitchen, beginning to pull open the drawers, looking for anything that could be a weapon.

“Looking for this?” you spun around, and the man was barely a centimeter away from you, holding the large chefs knife you were rifling frantically for. You swore it was in the drawer where you’d tucked it away after washing it the other day. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling your life slipping from you incredibly fast as you eyed him. He smiled softly, a strange juxtaposition from the way he wielded the weapon in his hand. “It wouldn’t work on me. I’m not like you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked in a whisper, feeling the sting of tears prick your eyes. Your life was about to end, and it was all your fault. You should’ve listened to Danny.

“Not unless you want me to.” The man gave a small shrug, a sly grin on his face again as he set the knife down on the counter behind him, moving closer. “Is that why you summoned me? Need some pain with your pleasure?”

“I didn’t fucking summon you!” you pushed him back and moved into the living room. “I was trying to curse my ex, see?” you used the toe of your shoe to move dirt and glass out of the way, showing him the sigils. “Curse, not summoning!” the man stared at the circle, curiously flitting his eyes around before grinning.

“The little fawn tried to run before she could even walk.” He looked up at you, pursing his lips as if holding onto a secret, before deciding to share it with you anyway. “Three of your markings are wrong.” he glanced at the laptop, tapping the trackpad and the now cracked screen lit up. His eyes scanned the page in front of him and he snorted smugly. “This is completely wrong.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on witchcraft?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The man glanced at you before continuing to scroll through the page.

“More so than you.” he bit back. As you watched him, you slid your hand to the back of your jeans, feeling your phone resting in the pocket there. Your hand grasped it. If you could just send a 911 text to Danny, he’d be there in an instant, and could hopefully send this thing back to wherever it belonged.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” the man murmured. You froze, and he looked up at you. “We’re bonded, little fawn. I go, you go.” he raised his left hand, and your ring that had been in the center of the circle was firmly on his ring finger.

“How did you-“

“You humans are all the same.” he rolled his eyes, standing up. “You’re the most predictable creatures. You call for help, and then what? Best case scenario, no one dies and I take you back with me to my realm. Worst case, I kill everyone, including you, and I take your soul back with me to my realm.”

“This was a mistake!” you cried. “I didn’t want this! You can’t force me to be bonded to you!” Suddenly, he was pinning you to the wall, his face so close, so frightening you squeezed your eyes shut. His hands were gripping your arms tightly, you worried there’d be bruises there when he let go.

“Mistake or no, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” he growled lowly. “Maybe this will teach you not to play with arts you know nothing of.”

“Are you a demon?” you asked, opening your eyes. The tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours as he smirked. He closed his eyes and took in a large breath, as if inhaling your fear and scent all in one.

“Something like that.” he answered. You let out a shaky breath, making him smirk even more. “Little Fawn, you’re trembling.”

“I-I,” you felt overwhelmed. The hundreds of thoughts running through your brain, the regret, the panic and anxiety, everything was hitting you all at once, and you felt hot tears spilling down your cheeks. And suddenly, everything was black.

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sorberts · 10 months

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( WHITNEY PEAK GIF PACK )

at the source link below, you’ll find #187 gifs of WHITNEY PEAK. this pack should have been finished last year, but life happened and some poor lighting made me lose inspiration halfway through. anyway, these were made from scratch by yours truly, so please don’t repost or claim as your own. likes and reblogs are not required, but appreciated nonetheless! BORN: January 28, 2003 (20) ETHNICITY: Ugandan & White SOURCE(S): Hocus Pocus 2 INCLUDES: N/A (no warnings needed)

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andreal831 · 25 days

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Do you think Hayley, Klaus, and Elijah could’ve given hope a better life had they ran away with her at the end of season 1? Or would life on the run be worse for her? Would their lives be happier if they decided to run?

I would love to say they would have a nice quiet life raising Hope if they had run after season 1, but knowing the Mikaelsons it isn't likely. The Mikaelsons were constantly unable to get out of their own ways, making enemies everywhere they went.

I never truly understood why they stayed. I get Hayley felt some duty to her pack and the Mikaelsons wanted to protect their "home." But in reality they had all been living there less than a year. If it was a choice between staying with your newborn child or fighting a war in a place you hardly lived, I would think one would choose the child.

I get Klaus wanting to stay. He wanted an empire and an heir more than anything. He was more concerned about power. Elijah was ready to run, yet Hayley was the one that stopped them. It would make sense if she had immediately gone to take care of her pack, but she didn't. Instead of doing what they said they would and fighting to take back their city, they wallowed in their grief. Which I get, but again, why didn't they just run in the first place if they had no desire to actually fight for the city. I know they were waiting to find where all of the rings were located, but they didn't seem to have much of a plan outside of that.

Now if they had run, we have to remember there would be consequences. The wolves still had the rings that were tied to Klaus and Dahlia was still going to come for them. While they likely would have run to Rebekah and tried to stay hidden, it was only going to last so long before one of their enemies found them. We are never told which witch was hiding Rebekah and Hope, but if Esther was able to get through it, then Dahlia likely would be able to as well. I do actually think Dahlia is less so of a threat if they had run simply because all they had to do was outlast her for a year. I love to picture Dahlia at the airport attempting to follow the Mikaelsons. I always think of the scenes from Hocus Pocus where the witches are stunned by all of the modern technology. Although it likely would have delayed Freya finding her family.

I personally don't think Klaus would like a quiet life in the countryside if their enemies never found them. He would constantly be looking for trouble. Hayley would be able to throw herself in raising her daughter, but even she would get bored eventually. I think only Elijah would like living in hiding.

Eventually, they would return to New Orleans and still have a mess to clean up. Just maybe without Dahlia as a threat.

Thanks for the ask!

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