#rebekuh >> rebekah

[viikingwitch]

CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH REBEKAH ( @rebekuh )

               “Rebekah, enough! We are out of time!” Snapping at her dearest sister will hardly help but the poison is spreading fast through her bloodstream and the cold fear – faster still. They must live. She needs them to live. Freya herself? Well, as a mortal she was always fated to fade long before they would.

               If her last breath is spent ensuring their survival, it will be a breath well spent

              Like a wound that never healed properly and still aches during a storm, something foul curls in her stomach at the mere mention of that name. Dahlia. “There is nothing in there – “ She pauses as the realization breaks through the haze. Because yes, yes there is. She needs not to check the grimoire to know exactly which spell would save her; it is one she vowed never to cast, one which caused her nothing but heartache.

               Eyes ablaze with fever turn towards Rebekah. “Go now and you can help them without the use of that wretched magic.”

[d4ggered]

@rebekuh sent, send in " five times saved " for a drabble of five times in which the receiver's muse rescued, protected or saved the sender's muse. these can be times they saved them from a physical attack, or something less intense, dealer's choice!

viking age, back when they were both still human, Rebekah rescued Kol from their father Mikael's wrath. Kol had been caught sneaking off while on a hunt to flirt with a village girl, and Mikael was upset at his lack of responsibility. Rebekah, ever the quick thinker, took the blame, telling Mikael she had dared Kol to do it. Mikael punished them both, but Kol's was less severe due to her interference. the 12th century, the witch hunt, in medieval times, Kol was captured by a group of witch hunters who were going to kill him with magic stakes. Rebekah discovered his capture and killed the hunters before they could finish their ritual. she mocked Kol for getting caught but made sure that he was healed first before letting him go. new orleans, Klaus's rage, during their time in new orleans, Kol frustrated Klaus by interfering with his efforts to manipulate the witches. Klaus, in his usual anger, nearly daggered Kol permanently. Rebekah stepped in, using her own influence over Klaus to calm him down. she then forced Kol to relocate out of the city temporarily, as it was the only means of keeping him safe. the 1920s, or the chicago escape, while the family was in chicago, Kol got himself into trouble by seducing the mob boss's girlfriend. the man had a team of hunters who utilized vervain and wood bullets. Rebekah, who had been busy with her own affairs, arrived in time to save Kol from a trap, dragging him back to their hideout. she spent the rest of the night lecturing him on the dangers of being careless. the downfall of the other side, when the other side collapsed, Rebekah was one of the loudest voices demanding that they find a way of bringing Kol back to life. she was heartbroken when he was gone but did not stop looking for a way of bringing him back. It was her tenacity that saw them ultimately succeed in resurrecting him, proving even in death that she was his guardian forever.

[deceptivemorals]

“   I’ve done nothing wrong. Except all the atrocities. Besides that, I’m innocent. ”

              elijah’s lips pressed into a thin line, his dark eyes studying her "rebekah, your penchant for dramatic flair hasn’t dulled in a thousand years." it was a trait that distinguished her.

             "atrocities, as you so casually call them, are a matter of interpretation – although i do hope that you exaggerate right now." he wasn't feeling like cleaning up another 'atrocity' today, especially since he was looking forward to spending the evening with a new (old) book. || @rebekuh

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

Elijah noticed Rebekah the moment she entered the restaurant. If she went straight to him, he would stop his game immediately, but instead she sat down and ordered something. Even though his attention was on his sister, he didn't play around. He was so good. His vampiric abilities probably helped him, but it didn't matter. No one noticed that he looked at the blonde woman for a moment and a smile formed on his lips. You'd think it was because of the game itself. And damn it, it was also because of that. He felt free and carefree, absorbed in the role of piano player because no one knew him or thought it necessary to get him into a scuffle that he only entered into because he was doing it for his family. Here he was free. Seeing Rebekah didn't change that, thankfully.

“Life itself, dearest sister.” Elijah held the polite applause for a moment before rising and blowing Rebekah a kiss on the cheek before leading her to the edge. His gaze slid to the owner of the restaurant, who nodded at him. “Let's get some fresh air.”With that, he led the blonde out, not wanting people to watch them curiously, and he had already more than done his duty for the day. Outside, the fresh night air met them, but the hustle and bustle of the city was still in full swing. On the sidelines, Elijah looked over at her, curiously.

“It's wonderful to see you, but I hope you've only come because you want to?”

plotted starter for @mikaels0n-elijah

to  distance  himself  from  his  family  and  live  in  france  was  the  choice  her  brother  had  made,  and  she  respected  that. she  knew  elijah  had  sacrificed  centuries  of  his  own  pursuit  of  happiness  for  the  same  reasons  she  had,  so  there  was  nothing  but  empathy  and  understanding  for  how  he  felt. but  that  didn’t  mean  he  could  get  rid  of  his  little  sister.

  the  fancy  restaurant  was  almost  full  and  she  had  no  company  save  for  the  few  bags  of  expensive  clothes  sitting  on  the  chair  across  the  table  in  front  of  her  as  she  picked  at  an  overpriced  dish. she  wasn’t  there  for  the  food,  though  —  although  she  did  find  the  french  tastier  than  what  she  had  across  the  atlantic. no,  she  was  there  for  the  music. elijah  was  the  one  behind  the  piano,  and  to  see  him  so  effortlessly  in  his  element,   so  himself,  made  her  smile  —  an  expression  that  had  remained  fixed  on  her  face  since  she  arrived.

  she  wouldn’t  disturb  his  moment  or  steal  him  away  from  the  spotlight, he’d  been  through  enough  of  that  over  the  years. so,  she  waited  for  him  to  finish  his  performance. only  when  the  last  note  hung  in  the  air  did  she  walk  toward  him,  her  fingers  trailing  delicately  across  the  back  of  the  piano. ❛ care  to  tell  me  who  you’re  playing  so  beautifully  for? ❜   she  asked  lightly. ❛ only  a  man  in  love  plays  like  that — either  with  someone  or  with  his  life. ❜   the  glint  in  her  eyes  revealed  just  how  happy  she  was  to  see  him.

[malka-lisitsa]

★ + rebekah

Send me ★ + a name of another muse and they'll talk about their relationship with them

"My relationship with Rebekah is that she's jealous of me and I feel sorry for her."

"And before you jump down my throat I don't feel sorry for her because she's jealous of me. She absolutely should be. But no. I feel sorry for her because of the family she was born into. The way her freedom and life depends on Klaus' mood."

"I've lived five hundred years with memory gaps here and there because of trauma. I feel like a large part of my life has been taken away from me and its because of this that I can't begin to imagine how it feels to know that one wrong move and your brother stuffs you in a box and actually takes a decade of your life away.

I feel sorry for her because she's as stuck as Elijah is in this stupid cycle of 'we're family he's my brother' excuse. They're both so scared of breaking a promise to each other that they don't see that Klaus has broken his long before they ever did. He doesn't treat them like family he treats them like property. Like naughty pets he puts in time out when they don't behave the way he's trained them to. I don't even particularly like Rebekah but I know she deserves better. They all deserve better than Klaus."

@rebekuh

[troubleah]

CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH REBEKAH ( @rebekuh )

               Leave it to her sister to strike where it hurts – but leave it to Leah to pretend it doesn’t, pretend there is not a thing in this world or beyond that she gives a damn about. Eyes trained on Rebekah ( deliberately not looking at the box no matter how much she wants to ), she grins with her teeth. “You know, Bex – “ She takes an unhurried step closer. But just one. She might fake nonchalance all day long, but it won’t let her teleport. “The fun thing about plants? They grow back. Can you really say the same about your centuries year old irreplaceable jewelry?” Fair is a lie of the weak-minded and whatever she does, she cannot show weakness. Not in front of her family.

[d4ggered]

@rebekuh sent, “don't say another word .”

" are you silencing me? in front of our guests? " he asked, looking more than a little offended at what his sister had just said. it's true that he wasn't easy to live with every day. he'd been way too bored since he came back, not that he regretted Elijah waking him up, he needed to get out of this cage he called a coffin. let's just say his favorite part of the day was tormenting everyone a little.

rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms, his brown gaze darkening a little, he couldn't help but look at Rebekah insistently as he gave in. " fine. but don't come looking for me when you're tired of hearing them chatter about silly things. "

[d4ggered]

@rebekuh sent, [ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

Brothers and sisters. That's all they were. They acted like that too. Even though sometimes the words and thoughts his siblings had about him could hurt him sometimes, drive him crazy and make him do things he didn't think he was capable of doing, the rest of the time they loved each other and sometimes showed it in a harsh and heartless way. Like the time his brother Elijah and his sister Freya had used the only person he cared about and reduced her to nothing. Something he had in his throat. Especially when it was time to save a member of their family. Like now.

In the blonde's car driving towards their destination, the young Mikaelson couldn't help but get into all sorts of trouble. Starting by puncturing the car's tires with the help of his powers. Getting out of the car as Rebekah was busy checking what was wrong, he looked to either side of the road as he leaned against it, smiling when he saw a crowd of people. Telling his sister he was coming back, he couldn't help but walk towards the people as he watched the fight take shape in front of him as an idea came to his mind. His sister's arm stopping him in his tracks surprised him as he looked at her and opened his mouth to speak as he growled. " Why take the show away from me now, Bekah? I'm bored and… Wait ... Is the car fixed? How can it be fixed when.... " He said as he looked at her. " It's not fun. You're not fun. Let's just watch, then. Promise I'm not getting in the middle of this. "

[rebekuh]

—  REBEKUH  ,   an  independent  &  mutuals  exclusive  portrayal  of  rebekah  mikaelson  from  the  vampire  diaries  universe,  mainly  headcanon  + tvd based  ( events from the originals will have to be plotted ) .  slow  activity  & iconless ,  penned  by  rute  (25+,  gmt,  she/they).

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