#babe wake up new klaus photos

[kaiserkeller]

KLAUS VOORMANN photographed by TONY GALE during a recording of Ready, Steady, Go, 1966.

[l-r-christian]

Title: The noble stag's daughter: First Christmas

First one - Thunder Monster - First Crush - First family ball - First Heartbreak

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, Soft!Elijah, Soft!Mikaelsons

A/N: Was watching a bunch of Hallmark Christmas movies and an idea formed in my head. I should make a masterlist for this little series.

"The witches could be lying." Klaus told Elijah following his brother to the witch coven who followed the old Gods for magic. Elijah gotten word from the head witch of the coven that Elijah's ex lover gave birth to his child. Elijah left quickly for the coven with Klaus and Rebekah following after him.

"The coven has no need to lie to me. As they know I will unleash you on them, Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother as they stepped into the manor as younger witches peeked out from doorways as it was their first time seeing vampires.

"Elijah, you came."

"Where is she, Mary?" Elijah asked as the young witch look to his siblings then ushered them up stairs. They followed the witch down a long hallway coming to a bedroom door and Mary open the door where they saw Elijah's ex and the head coven witch.

"I do not care Ann. The child can not stay with the coven as her magic will be too great for us to teach her."

"No! You had no right to tell Elijah ab....." There was a loud slap as Ann was shocked while the head witch glared at her.

"I am Mother of this coven. My word is law. You went against the Gods to have a child now she shall live with vampire as your punishment."

"Mother Diana as ordered for you to take your daughter for the safety of the coven." Mary whispered to the Originals as Elijah was more than surprised as Ann told him that their relationship was blessed before leaving him nine months later.

"Welcome old ones. I must apologize for calling you here so late at night. Lucille go bring the baby." Mother Diana order as Lucille was quick to go get the baby as Elijah looked at Ann who looked angry.

"Are you sure the child belongs to my brother?"

"Yes. I felt Mikaelson magic flowing from the girl as Elijah has been the first man in years to enter our coven home." Mother Diana said as Lucille walked in holding a baby and Mother Diana nodded to the witch who handed the baby to Elijah.

Elijah felt his breathing hitched staring at his daughter who smiled up at him as the vampire's heart melted adoring his daughter already. Elijah was already swearing that he would protect her from any harm and Rebekah walked over wanting to see the youngest Mikaelson.

"Her name is Y/N Mikaelson and as Mother to our coven I bless her to remain with her father. May the Gods look after her." Mother Diana said as the coven flinched feeling the bond between them and Y/N brake.

Elijah looked up at Ann seeing just pure anger on her face then his attention back to his daughter who was reaching for his tie making him smile gently grabbing her little hand.

Elijah indeed adored his daughter after Klaus had his most trusted witch to check that Y/N was indeed Elijah's daughter. The girl was now a two year old and found out she could crawl making Elijah have to check places to see if the girl got stuck.

"Baba!" Y/N cried out sitting at top of the stairs as a baby gate stopped her from going down the stair as both Kol and Finn stopped at the toddler sitting there. They had just had the daggers taken out by Klaus and gotten after Rebekah took them shopping for clothes and to clean them up. So they were surprised to see a two year old sitting there dressed in a cute frilly dress and binky attached to her dress.

"Baba!" Y/N cried out again using the railing to stand up as Kol looked to Finn confused just as Elijah came walking out seeing his brothers standing at the bottom of the stairs then looked seeing his daughter.

"Baba!" Y/N squealed happily when she saw her father and began bouncing as Elijah climbed the stairs with a smile on his face. There was something about Y/N looking up at him with pure joy that brought Elijah just as much joy.

"Now little one how did you get out of your room?" Elijah asked picking her up as she got more excited when her father held her. Elijah smiled taking Y/N's little hand placing a kiss on it then turned looking at his brothers.

"Kol, Finn meet your niece Y/N." Elijah tells them shocking them both as they looked at the girl who was playing with Elijah's tie.

"Who.....whose is she?"

"Mine, Kol. Her mother is a witch from one of the many covens you founded." Elijah said letting Kol take Y/N watching the girl brighten up seeing a new person and patting Kol's face.

"What of her mother?"

"Alive, not allowed to see Y/N as long as she is apart of the coven. She apparently endangered her coven." Elijah answered Finn watching Kol with his daughter who was giggling as the vampire tossed her in the air catching her.

Y/N sucked on her binky as she sat on her father's arms dressed in a cute red princess style with white stockings and black flats. Klaus had threw a Christmas ball to ease tensions with people while Elijah smiled swaying with Y/N who was giggling around her binky.

"Baba....tree." Y/N said pointing to the Christmas tree as Elijah smiled looking at the tree seeing how Klaus over did it with the Christmas tree. The tree was decorated with beautiful reds, golds and sliver decorations as the vampire wanted Y/N's first Christmas to be special for her.

"Yes I see the tree, sweet girl." Elijah said walking over to the family who gathered for a family photo in front of the tree. Elijah placed the girl in Rebekah's lap then stood behind the chair that Rebekah sat in with Klaus and Kol standing on either side of her and Finn stood next to Elijah. The photographer set up ready to take the family photo.

"Look how tired the poor babe is." Rebekah cooed softly as the girl was falling asleep in Finn's arms after the ball had calmed down as Finn gently rubbing her back. While it only had been a few months the others had came to adore the newest Mikaelson much like Elijah had.

"That she is. Sweet little thing isn't she?" Finn said softly careful to not wake the sleep girl as Kol sat next to the oldest vampire smiling at the sleeping girl.

"She is. Which isn't that hard to believe she is Elijah's." Kol muttered and all three froze when the girl moved then settled back against Finn as they let out a breath. Rebekah leaned over taking off Y/N's shoes as Klaus and Elijah walked in smiling seeing Y/N asleep in Finn's arms.

"As she been asleep long?"

"No Y/N had just fell asleep." Finn says as Klaus started a fire in the fireplace and joined in sitting by the fire enjoying the soft snores of Y/N knowing they all had promised Always and Forever to love the girl.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Sweater | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey Lovelies! Hope you're all doing well in this time of uncertainty, I know it can be tough. Never fear though, as always the Mikaelson boys are here to the rescue. I almost wrote another smut, like I had to put my laptop down and walk away, but alas I kept the tale on track. Kind of. None of my stories ever stay on track. Oh well, here you go loves, happy April 1st! Also, stay tuned for a master list that I will be posting sometime in the coming days!

Description: The Mikaelson household is a household that shares everything, something that Y/n finds out when she unassumingly picks up a sweater and puts in on without a care.

Pairing: The Mikaelson boys x Fem!Reader, definitely leaned this in Elijah's favour though

Warnings: None? Sharing? Is that a warning? They share Y/n there, I said it, you've been "warned"

Word count: 3798

Tags: FLUFF, very light smut, like not even just a heavy make-out scene,

(Photos do not belong to me but the mood bard does :) )

Life at the Mikaelson compound is, by no means, an ordinary one. It’s a lot of loud conversations, a lot of even louder fights, and a delirious amount of laughter. The kind of laughter that immobilizes people. It’s a life of never being alone, even when you want to be. Someone’s always around; chewing loudly when you want to read, sitting on your bed while you pick your clothes in the morning, hell even hanging outside the bathroom while you shower. It’s a life of love, the kind that fully consumes you.

Above all, though, life at the Mikaelson compound is a life of sharing. Food, books, beds, you name it. This house coined the phrase “what’s mine is yours”, literally. After two centuries of life with the Mikaelson siblings nothing surprises you anymore. Clothes are the main culprit. You don’t bat an eye these days when Rebekah strolls out of your room in a newly purchased dress or pair of pumps. You simply couldn’t care less. That’s just how things are.

That’s why it doesn’t cross your mind when you pick up a hoodie that someone had lazily draped over the back of a dining room chair. You were freezing and it was there. It’s probably Kol’s. Holding it up, it’s massive. You shake your head. Definitely not Kol’s. There’s a chance it’s Bekah’s but it doesn’t strike you as something she would wear. It's a cream white color with a Cambridge logo. Someone must be feeling sentimental. You settle on it being Klaus, the temperamental artist, pulling the hoodie over your head without a second thought.

You continue on your way to the den, padding barefoot in a pair of lounge shorts and your newly aquired hoodie. It has a familiar scent, one that riles your senses in the most delicious way, but you still can’t place it. Pine and nutmeg. You would think that a surplus of two hundred years with the same people would make you better at this but it hasn’t.

It’s unusually quiet. Considering you didn’t wake up cuddled next to Bekah, you’re already a little off centred. You haven’t woken up alone in years. By now you should have encountered at least two of the brothers and maybe a sister. Kol is usually up early. It’s kind of suspicious. You hear the slightest hum of noise as you get closer to your destination. Nothing crazy, but it’s there.

Entering the den, your questions are answered. Almost everyone is piled in, draped across the couches, sprawled on the floor, curled in armchairs. That’s more like it. Only one person is missing. Elijah. He’s been gone for a few days now. Your heart hammers at the thought of him. His smile flashes through your mind. Your veins sing. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s calling out to him. You seriously need to get that in check.

“Something on your mind, love?” Kol’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

Of course he heard your heartbeat pick up, he’s a millennium of trained vampire hearing, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

You walk over to the couch he’s stretched over, tucking yourself under the book he’s holding and into his chest. Cuddles are a big part of the Mikaelson household, just as much as sharing. He smells heavenly too, but different from the sweater. Sweeter, not as earthy. It’s just as lovely. Your mind falls from Eli as Kol places a kiss to your forehead. His arms are cool and you try and keep your pulse in check this time. This whole family has had you enamoured from the moment you first met them.

He nuzzles his chin against your hair, “that’s what we do, hun.”

“I know,” you murmur, your heart slowing back to normal as you pull a comforter from the back of the couch onto your legs. You’re still chilly, he’s not helping much with that.

“Hey, no fair,” Rebekah whines from the floor, “I want cuddles.”

You giggle from Kol’s hold, “guess you should have waited for me this morning then, huh?”

She pouts from her own pile of blankets, giving you puppy eyes. Bekah has perfected that look for centuries. Her blonde hair is piled in a messy bun on the top of her head, a few strands trickling down around her face. She’s wearing one of your t-shirts, the blue one you got at the New York Zoo a few years back. She makes it look like a ballgown.

“Don’t pout, sister, it's not becoming,” Klaus calls from the armchair he’s sat in, his bare chest on display for your viewing pleasure, “besides, I do believe that it’s my turn.”

Klaus is no exception to the Mikaelson charm. He's mischievous and playful. Yes, he can be ruthless and, yes, he did have a reputation for boxing his family members when you first met him, but now he’s different. He cares recklessly, a page he must have taken from Rebekah’s playbook.

Not to mention he’s undeniably gorgeous and he makes your chest flutter every time his blue eyes sear into yours. You are in way too deep.

Kol grumbles, tightening his arms around you before whispering, “can’t I ever have you for five minutes before the wolves descend?”

Naturally, everyone hears his complaints.

“Vampires, Kol, vampires,” Klaus chimes in, a devilish smirk on his lips, “now hand over the girl, brother.”

“Y/n, babes, cuddles please,” Bekah intensifies her pouting and you giggle again.

They’re in an all out war for your attention, but what else is new. Your eyes dart between Bekah and her pile of blankets and Klaus’ outstretched arms. You hate to say it, but the choice is a pretty obvious one.

You rest your head against Kol’s chest, breathing his intoxicating scent one last time, “I promise I’m all yours next time.”

He gives you a tight squeeze in return, “whatever you say, love.”

You wobble slightly as you stand up, readjusting your sweater and pulling it down where it had ridden up. The chilly air nips at your exposed legs as you stumble over to Rebekah, whose arms are now open and waiting. There's a blanket around her shoulders ready to engulf you. You’re more than ready to jump into her little nest.

Klaus’ words stop you though, “that’s a nice sweater, doll, where'd you get it?”

Wait, what?

“It was in the dining room, I figured it was yours,” you more than figured; you had been certain.

His laugh sends tingles flying up your spine, “unfortunately no, love, but I’ll never turn down the opportunity to get you in my clothes.”

“Or out of them,” Kol chirps from the couch, his nose turned into his book without a care in the world about who heard him.

Your cheeks flush at his suggestive words. Not because you aren't used to them, though. Comments like these were quite usual in the Mikaelson household. It wasn’t a normal day if at least one of them didn’t make you want to squeeze your thighs together and jump one, or maybe all, of them. No, you blush because it's been two hundred years of not one of them having actually followed through on anything and it pushes you closer to doing it for them everyday. Especially lately.

His words made your legs tremble but you continued with the topic at hand, “Kol, is it yours?”

He pulls his head from his book, his eyes dark with something you can’t say you haven’t seen before, “I wish.”

The sigh that leaves your lips is not of your own volition. His brown eyes burn into yours, daring you to turn away. You do. Sorry Kol, now is not the time for a staring competition. You cross your legs desperately and put your hands on your hips, looking to Rebekah for relief.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but that’s not my sweater.”

You run a frustrated hand through your hair. You don’t know why this is bugging you so much. Your whole body feels like it's being pulled in every direction by every Mikaelson. Except Elijah, who’s not here. His name in your mind alone, though, is enough to add him to the rest. He doesn’t need to be here for you to feel his pull. Everyone of your senses is on fire right now. The earthy scent hits your nose again and you close your eyes, trying to soak up every last drop. It's driving you mad and you can swear it’s getting stronger, but it’s probably just your sanity wearing thin.

You can hear the flimsy distress in your voice, “then who, pray tell, does it belong to?”

“Me, love,” your head goes fuzzy at the sound of his voice.

You spin around on clumsy legs, practically falling into Elijah, “Eli!”

He catches you easily, pulling you against his hard chest. You don’t hesitate to throw your arms around him, standing on your toes to get closer to him. Even through his suit jacket you can feel how strong he is. You hadn’t heard him come in, too distracted by the other three Mikaelsons in the room. He smells exactly like the sweater, which makes sense now.

He laughs into your hair, squeezing his arms tighter around you, “I missed you too, baby.”

His words make you breathless. They’re so unlike Elijah. Well, not the ‘I miss you’ part. It would be unusual if he didn’t say that. But baby? That’s very much not a word he frequents often.

“Elijah,” his name is a whisper coming from your lips.

Your heart pounds furiously in your chest. Being so close to him makes you delirious. You struggle to keep from pressing your legs together. You know he can read it all over you, they all can, his lazy smirk giving it away. Your face flushes again for what feels like the millionth time today. His eyes darken, the same way Kol’s had, and drag all the way down and back up your body.

He takes your face in one of his hands keeping the other arm hooked around your back, drawing his words out slowly, “you look ravishing in my clothes, baby.”

“Eli, what-”

You’re cut off by a pair of warm lips colliding with your own. His arms wrap once more around you fully, pulling you closer to his hungry mouth. You kiss him back like you haven't been kissed in years, and you haven’t, lacing your fingers through his hair and feverishly pulling his lips harder against yours. It takes everything in you not to moan against his mouth in the middle of the den.

“Awe, no fair Elijah,” you pull back, shocked and breathless, at the sound of Kol’s whiny voice, “I wanted to be the first one.”

He glances over your shoulder, past your wide eyes, at his brother, “too bad, little brother. I gave you two hundred years. You had plenty of time.”

“Well, I’ll be damned if I’m not the second.”

In the blink of an eye you’re in Kol’s arms, being dipped theatrically as he places his own lips where Elijah’s had just been. He tastes different, like berries and honey, whereas Elijah’s lips were peppermint. You kiss him back just as strongly, twisting your fists in his tee and pulling him as close to you as possible. All your senses are consumed by Kol, just as they were Elijah.

When he pulls away, your head is swimming, “I’ve been waiting for that for an eternity, hun.”

His eyes are shining, a huge grin on his pink lips. You haven’t been kissed this much in as long as you can remember. You feel lightheaded, like you’re walking on a cloud. When you peer up at Elijah, he doesn’t look upset. He probably should. You feel guilty for reeling at the new kind of attention.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you're pulled into a new pair of arms that scoops you into a firm chest.

“My turn, love.”

Klaus’ lips taste like chocolate. Kissing him is, again, different than both his brothers. Playful. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently. You sigh into his mouth, your hands on his face. He spins you around, laughing against your lips. Your heart soars once more. All you can see is Klaus.

When he sets you down, you break away from the three of them, at a loss for both words and air. Your whole body is on fire. Somehow, you can taste all three of them on your lips at once. You can hear your heartbeat furious in your ears. Your eyes dart between them, like a deer in the headlights. Your hand finds your lips. Swollen. But what did you expect? Your legs start shaking again but less out of pleasure and more out of shame. The room feels like it’s shrinking. You wish it would just swallow you already.

You whip your head around to meet Rebekah’s eyes, who looks as shocked as you feel. She sends you a small smile, though, nodding her head. She doesn't seem disappointed, but, then again, you could go on a killing spree and she would still look at you with kind eyes. You grasp at your chest, trying to slow your pulse even slightly. You can’t breathe. Your eyes dart to the door and then back to her eyes. She nods again. Then you bolt.

The Mikaelson boys are fast, they're a thousand years old after all, but you’re determined, and that makes you faster. You just barely close your bedroom door before there's a knock.

“Y/n, it’s Elijah,” his accent flows like honey through the door right to your ears, sending traitorous warmth to your core, “please open the door baby.”

“Why, are you all going to kiss me again?” Your voice is shakey.

You can hear him try to stifle a laugh, “I can if you want me too.”

You huff, frustrated, “I am serious, Eli.”

“It’s just me, love. Let me in?”

That makes you feel the slightest bit better. At least you only have to face one right now. You debate just leaving him out there but he’d probably bust the door down. Elijah is a gentleman but when he wants to talk nothing can get in his way. You run a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look more presentable, less wanton. You pull the sleeves of the sweater over your hands, trying to hide the shaking.

Opening the door, you come face to face with a half worried Elijah. There’s a small smile on his lips but also a tinge of hesitance in his eyes. You step aside, letting him in before shutting it once more. He grabs your hand leading you towards your bed where he sits on the edge, drawing you to stand between his legs. His hands move to settle on your hips, settling under the hoodie and tracing small circles with his fingers.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your laugh is humourless. What are you thinking about? He can’t be serious. Each of the Mikaelson boys just kissed you, one after the other, all in front of each other, and he wants to know what you're thinking about. The weather Elijah, you’re thinking about the weather. God, you feel so dirty, which you know wasn't their intention but you can’t help it. You feel something for each of them. Something you definitely shouldn't feel. Something you had pushed down for a very long time. It’s hot and throbbing and you don’t think you could bear it if you had to choose between them.

You can’t look him in the eyes, “what do you think I'm thinking about?”

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you open your mouth, your words choppy and broken. As soon as you do, though, it’s like the floodgates have opened. You start sobbing heart wrenching cries, hands over your face, blocking out the now very concerned man. At the thought of losing any of them your lungs constrict. For someone who’s pretty indestructible, you feel like you’re suffocating. You barely register the curse that flies from his mouth before he has you tucked into his arms, his hands sliding over your hair and rubbing your back. Really, doing anything he can to get you to calm down even a little bit.

“Baby, shhh,” he’s frantic, trying to calm you down, “it’s okay love. You’re ok. We’re ok.”

“Eli,” you hiccup into his chest, “what happened out there?”

He holds you tighter against him, “you happened, Y/n. From the moment you walked through our door that’s been it.”

You pull back slightly, finally looking into his eyes, “what are you talking about?”

“We want you. All of us. Kol, Klaus, myself. Hell, even Rebekah is enamoured by you,” he picks you up before sitting back down, still holding you, “Am I too forward in assuming you feel the same?”

Your cheeks flame, the familiar heat returning to your thighs, which are straddling Elijah’s lap, a position you weren’t aware of until now. You wish you were still clueless, though. You positively ache for him, let alone the rest of his brothers.

“I shouldn’t Elijah, it’s not normal,” your hands rest on his shoulders, bringing you to his eye level for once.

He laughs quietly, leaning in close to your face, his breath hot on your lips, “baby, we aren’t normal.”

“How are you okay with this? You should think I’m easy. A tramp,” you cast your eyes downward, landing on his red tie.

He grabs your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him again, “I would never, could never, see you that way. Love, you’ve been with us for two centuries and haven’t touched us once. You are anything but easy. I have loved you for two hundred years. So have they. If sharing you means I finally get to have you then I am ok with that.”

Your lips are on him the instant the last syllable leaves his lips, your hands curled around his tie pulling his mouth to yours for the second time today. It’s not like you to make any sort of move but if ever there was a time it’s now. He groans into your mouth sending electricity dancing down your spine. You squeeze your thighs hard around him, reveling in the feeling of his hips bucking up to meet your own. His hands slide up underneath his sweater, grasping at your skin desperately. He pulls it up and over your head, tossing it on the floor without a care before attaching his lips to your neck.

“That's what made me cave, baby, seeing you in my clothes,” he mumbles into your skin, hands under your tank top, roaming up your sides.

“Mmph, Elijah,” you can’t stop the moans from flowing freely from your mouth, you don’t want to. You’ve waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity.

Your hands tug on his tie, practically ripping it off his neck before starting on his shirt, pulling it open without a care for the buttons popping off around you. He leans back on his elbows, looking up at you with dark eyes. His hair is a mess, falling into his face in a very un-Elijah fashion. His shirt is wide open, putting his toned stomach on display for you. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling harshly with the air. He looks positively disheveled. Undone just for you. Sexy.

You slam your lips to his once more, pulling the shirt off his body before dropping it on the steadily growing pile of clothes. You wrap your arms around his bare shoulders, trying to get as close to him as you possibly can. Your fingers claw at the bulging muscles of his back, pulling a moan from him. The sound is music to your ears. You wish you could listen to it on a loop all day, every day.

His hands pull at your tank top, bringing it over your head and leaving you in nothing but a pink bralette and your shorts. His eyes devour every inch of bare skin, soaking up every curve and dip of your body on his. He looks exquisite. He looks hungry, his eyes pitch black and wanting. Elijah looks like a god.

His mouth attacks your collarbone, sucking harshly at the skin at the base of your throat. Your hands land in his hair, tugging at the soft strands. You never knew he had this side to him. This dominant, hungry side. It makes the ache between your thighs grow. Two hundred years of pent up energy threatens to spill over now and you don’t want to stop it.

So, of course, now is when someone decides to knock on the door, “Surrender the girl, Elijah, you already got the first kiss. Time to share, brother.”

Make that ‘someones’; Kol chuckles at his brother’s antics from behind the door. Klaus’ voice is playful but you can hear the serious note at the end. It makes your already lust-clouded mind even foggier. You know you have to go out there.

You pull Elijah in for one last kiss, sighing into his parted lips, “that’s my cue I think.”

He presses a kiss to your lips reluctantly, “I suppose it is.”

You stand, separating from him for the first time since he walked into your room. You dig his hoodie from the pile of clothes, reveling in the way his eyes, which had only recently gone back to their usual brown, turn black again when you pull it over your head. That will never get old. You toss him a knowing wink before reaching for the door. When your hand hits the knob he spins you back into his arms in a dizzying kiss. Your head twirls from all the times his lips have been on yours today.

With a slight growl, he pushes you out the door, “hurry back.”

You stumble into the hallway, giddy and full of life, right into Klaus’ waiting arms. He doesn’t waste any time throwing you over his shoulder, giving you the perfect view of his gloriously sculpted backside. You can't help the giggles that fall freely from your lips.

“Finally,” he starts jogging down the hall, towards his room, “now, about that sweater, Love.”

You look over his shoulder at Kol who shakes his head but smiles nonetheless. You barely make out the ‘me next’ he mouths at you before Klaus kicks the door closed and tosses you on his bed. The last thing you think before his mouth descends on yours is that you should have picked up that sweater one hundred years ago.

[despressolattes]

CONSEQUENCES | CHAPTER TWELVE | LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS

BOOK THREE IN THE SIDE CHARACTER/LILAH SERIES

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4TH OF J U L Y S A L V A T O R E S C H O O L

Landon was outside, trying to set up an outdoor movie session with Rafael. With his best friend in wolf form and no idea how to bring him back to normal, he just wanted to be able to make him as comfortable as possible. And that meant trying to make him a wolf den.

"So, I should probably tell you I moved rooms last month. Ours was getting painted, and I figured I'd move back in once you were, you know, you again," Landon said. "But if for any reason you become you while I'm out, like looking for ways to help you become you, I just didn't want you to go back and see that I wasn't in our room anymore and think that I bailed on you because I would never do that obviously. I also brought the photos of that mystery girl I told you about into the new room with me so the painters don't... yanno, mess them up."

Rafael approached, growling. Landon wondered what Rafael would say about the girl in the photos. He noticed that in the ones they had with her, he had a certain look on his face that Landon hadn't seen in a while. Not since Cassie. He wondered if there was perhaps something that had gone on between them, and if there was, he was sad that his best friend may never remember.

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"No matter what path I go down, it seems like a dead end. I mean, there were at least two other people with Landon the night Malivore was destroyed," Alaric said as he walked around town square with his daughter, standing behind people holding things to decorate for the holiday. "They left fibers, footprints, hair. I just don't know who they were."

"Maybe one of them is Lilah," Josie suggested. "She had to go somewhere, and if none of us remember her, the only logical explanation is into Malivore. And that's just the point of Malivore, if someone went into the pit, they'd be erased from our memories."

"Yeah, well, that's what's haunting me," Alaric replied. "Who've we forgotten? There was two others there. It can't just be this Lilah girl."

"It couldn't have been anybody we've known. There'd be keepsakes, photos, an empty bed somewhere. We only have Lilah's, so if someone else went into that pit with her, it's not someone we knew," Josie shrugged.

"Well, whoever they were, they were important to somebody."

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N E W

O R L E A N S

"Why is she running around and decorating the Abbatoir?" Rebekah muttered, watching as Lorelle went around the Mikaelson compound with Fourth of July decorations. "She doesn't even know that America is like, she's been dead for over a thousand years."

"Maybe she's feeling a bit patriotic," shrugged Marcel, grabbing her hands and bringing them closer to him as they sat on the couch. "Rebekah, I know you've been missing your brothers lately, and I understand you're upset with Lilah for not telling us about her identity sooner, but she's your family, babe. You guys already spent a thousand years without your niece, and now you want to spend more?"

"What does my frustration with my brother's daughter have to do with her mother running amongst decorating?"

"I think it's cute," Kol stated, making his presence in the room known as he walked over to the couch, placing his hands on the back of it. "It's Lorie's first holiday with her daughter. Maybe let her enjoy it."

"Perhaps we figure out how the mummy came back from the dead, and then we can deal with her being a mommy to Lilah."

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"I just can't get over the fact that he's your dad," Josh said, leaning against their kitchen counter munching away on a bag of chips while Lilah cleaned the table. "This is a bigger surprise than the look on your face when you found out I was gay."

"Let it go, Josh!" Lilah yelled with laughter, sending a playful glare his way.

He shrugged, "I'm just saying. You went from Lilah Desmarais, mysterious, small, and badass to Lilah Mikaelson, deadly, unkillable, and in love within the matter of weeks."

"I am not in love!" Lilah denied, placing her hands on her hips.

Josh rolled his eyes.

"Normally, you and I spend practically every waking moment together, either here or at Rousseau's. Since you've met Roman, we've hired him to work with us, and when you're not with me, you're spending time with Mommy dearest or Mr. Mystery Blond," Josh said, pulling out facts to hit his best friend with. "Lilah, we hired him because you two wanted to spend more time together. You can't tell me that's not you being in love."

"It's been a month and a half! I only want to be around him so much because his presence helps me unlock the weird deja vu feeling I get, like there's things I need to remember,"

"Time doesn't tell what love is and isn't, and the fact that he's the key to you're weird funk might just prove my point even further," shrugged Josh.

Lilah threw the rag she was using to clean up the table at him, accidentally knocking his bag of chips out of his hand. He stood there with his jaw wide open, looking at her like she had killed someone. She shrugged, walking out of the room.

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Lilah got to the Mikaelson compound, seeing red white and blue streamers and decorations everywhere.

"Lilah, be a dear and help me with this."

She was surprised when she saw Rebekah putting up decorations, but what really threw her was that Rebekah was speaking to her. Since her revelation about who her dad was, the relationship she had with the blonde was strained. She had been one of her best friends prior, and perhaps that's why it hurt so much. Rebekah hated when secrets were kept from her, especially since when she was rolling with just Klaus and Elijah, she would be kept out of the loop a lot.

Lilah walked over, helping her aunt put up some balloons.

"What is all of this?" Lilah asked.

"Your mother wanted to put on a little party," Rebekah explained, looking at her niece for the first time in forever. "And I'm not the type to turn one down. Especially not when it's in the honor of my family."

Lilah turned her head to the side, confused. It did touch her heart that Rebekah was finally acknowledging her, though.

"She wants everything to be extravagant. She gets to experience her firsts with her daughter, who's grown into a fine young lady," Rebekah said, before sassily adding, "Who obtained her auntie's horrible taste in men."

"I heard that," Marcel said from the balcony, where he was hanging up some more balloons.

"Good!" Rebekah called back. She turned back to her niece, "Thinking of poor taste in men, go invite that hot vampire of yours."

"You mean the one you practically threw in a dungeon?"

"We don't have a dungeon," Rebekah replied. "Though... not turning down the suggestion to make one."

"That was not a suggestion!"

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       New Orleans during any kind of holiday seemed like a dream. The excitement, the music, the people, and the liquor. Lilah stood on the roof, faint music playing in the background. She had a drink in her head, onlooking the city her father helped build with the help of her uncle, aunt, and Marcel—who no matter what title Lilah gave him, it sounded weird considering he was married to her aunt.

The sun was well set, which only meant that the fireworks would be starting soon. Lilah reflected on her life, how she should've felt like she was on top of the world. But the brunette could've shake the feeling that this was all fake, that she was living a lie. She was unsure why or how, but she had the strangest feeling that this wasn't the life she was meant to live.

Someone stepped onto the balcony, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Roman. He smiled at her, walking over and wrapping an arm around her waist. The two of them hadn't talked about what they were, whether they wanted to be exclusive or anything like that. Lilah kept brushing it off to Josh that they were just having fun. She knew that when fall came around, he'd go back to work, leaving New Orleans and herself behind.

But it was nice. It was nice to feel good to be wrapped in someone else's arms. She couldn't remember the last time she let herself feel something so all consuming. She denied it though, denied that her knees buckled every time the curly haired boy looked in her direction.

She denied that her dead heart fluttered when he kissed her.

She denied that it almost made her want to cry when she thought about how his departure was inevitable.

She denied that it felt wrong almost, to love someone who played even the most minor of roles in the death of Hayley Marshall.

She denied that he made her feel almost the same way Stefan once did.

She was a lot like Elijah in that way. He was big on how true love was hard to find, something he himself believed to have only found three times in his life. For his daughter, however, she could only think of one instance where she had been in love, and with her new predicament, she felt that this might just turn into the second time.

She really was a little miniature version of Elijah, whether or not he raised her.

She heard the small hum of something being shot through the sky, both of them turning their heads to the sky. People started to pour out of the compound or go onto the balcony alongside them, the sound of the party coming outside. Lilah and Roman moved to the corner together, watching as the sky lit up in beautiful colors.

She couldn't help but hold onto his hands that were on her waist or lean back into him with a giggle. She moved her arm so that one of them was around his shoulder, and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Happy Fourth of July," he said to her.

"It's been a pretty epic summer," she said back, smiling ear to ear.

Seeing his wide smile and dazed eyes, she knew that denying it would only get her so far.

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A U G U S T

S A L V A T O R ES C H O O L

"Songwriting, stop," Lizzie said dramatically. "I can't take it anymore. Somewhere in Belgium, Penelope Park's black heart just exploded."

Josie gave her twin a look.

"You and Gizmo the Gremlin?" continued Lizzie, not letting up on her disgust about her sister and Landon.

"Actually, Gizmo's a Mogwai," responded Josie.

"Oh, God. He's got you speaking nerd!"

"Relax, we're just friends."

"You are not friends! You're a montage," pointed out Lizzie.

"It's been... fun," explained the brunette. "It's been like, actual fun."

"You know what's actual-actual fun? Mom and I taking the speed train to Rome for the weekend. So get your ass across the pond! Stop worrying about Dad, and stop worrying about whoever Lilah used to be—"

"Love you," Josie said, and Lizzie gasped and Josie practically press the end button of their witchy video-call.

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Josie and Landon looked all over the woods and the building out there, but they couldn't find Rafael anywhere. Josie and Landon continued to get closer, slowly falling for one another. Despite Rafael going missing, Landon and Josie talked about what things made them happy-ish.

Outside of the school, Dorian William's almost runs over a girl. She plays off how she knew Dorian, and acts like she's going to be on her way. She goes back into the school, knowing the gate code, feeling happy to finally be the place she called home, a place she had been longing for for who-knows-how-long.

She just wasn't expecting to come back looking for her best friends and her boyfriend, to see that they both moved on without her. That the people she loved would just fill in the gap she left when they can no longer remember her.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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it's come to my attention that you guys don't like lorelle... LMAOO. elijah was never the type to have good taste in women (the exception of hayley) i mean... celeste??? katherine??? LOL

also, i've talked about this before since others have commented about it before, but writing a book about lilah in the vampire diaries?? i've been thinking about it a lot lately, and perhaps i love the idea because i can't let go of lilah. i mean, she's my baby. she's the first character/first book where people totally fell in love with my writing, where people have stuck with me. so, on the topic of lilah desmarais/mikaelson having a series in the vampire diaries? yes, i want to write it.

it would be a bit of an 'au' i guess. nothing about that book/series will have anything to do with lilah's storyline here, since this timeline never has lilah go be in mystic falls until the salvatore school. the only thing that would be the same is who her family is, her backstory, her friendship with katherine.

i'm thinking of writing this series as a "spin-off" but that then prompts the question: what about with the mikaelson's leave mystic falls and goes to new orleans? lilah will get to choose between staying in mystic falls or going with her family. i am excited to start this spin off. it'll still technically be "book 4" of the SIDE CHARACTER CHRONICLES, but i may write this book and book 4 at the same time.

the names i want for book one is currently:

IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES

DISCUSSION BOARD!!

· did anyone actually read the book plot i just ranted about?

· time skipped through july and august, and now hope is out! it does take them a while to remember hope, but... what happens when roman goes back to work?

· i absolutely loved writing the lilah and roman fireworks scene

· everyone's opinions on lorelle?

· opinions on rebekah and lilah's relationship

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Media Edits 3

Bucky Barnes Winter photoshoot Bucky’s daughter has control Holiday Hide Away Morning Gift Enjoying Italy  Photo Taking Getting ready for a bike ride Adding to the portfolio He’s so small Such a perfect little thing Bucky’s soft hair Bucky’s a little confused Gotcha Ya

TJ Hammond Besties Christmas Celebration Picnic Getaway  Best Friends always get coffee

Steve Rogers Artist to Artist Winter photoshoot Steve gets a rescue Steve on a ski trip with S/O Vaca Time Breakfast in bed for mommy Playtime is exhausting Weddings take forever Inspiration  The little one got into the coffee Raiding Steve’s Records Paint War  Very Cute Just a little photoshoot Paint Mess Fail Sunsets are Perfect Queens isn’t Bad

Natasha Romanoff Guess who’s 2 Photoshoot Day Ballet Partner Ballet Night So Cute

Wanda Maximoff To let dad take care of mornings Little Witch Racing with the Bartons Beautiful  Long day on the slopes Time at the Ranch

Pietro Maximoff Pietro loves the outfit Sibling love Sibling Halloween It’s Hanukkah Time Sibling Trip Dress shopping Surprise! Cultural Learning

Frank Castle Moving in is a bitch Christmas time Long Road Trips Hate Leaving Her Lazy Day Childs photoshoot

T’Challa The King’s birthday Jogging in Oakland Yoga Time Day Off More Traditions  She said yes

Carol Danvers

A Much Needed Vacation

S/O only got them slightly lost

Carol makes a good mommy

Carol’s resting

Picnic Date

Trying to figure things out

Just a little too serious

 Eddie Brock Eddie showing his S/O around San Fran Eddie chooses to eat unhealthily and blames Venom Eddie trying to be slick Eddie’ off the market Eddie’s article photos always look great Eddie arguing with Venom The flower crown is from the wedding Old Fashion Writing Working Hard Heading back to NYC Small family Trying to help Eddie relax S/O Wants to keep the dog

Matt Murdock He couldn’t sleep

Peter Quill Christmas with Peter Baby Quill turns one Baby Bump!

Owen Grady Owen’s girl loves Harry Potter Another Girl A new addition to the farm

Diana Prince Diana brings her lover home She’s doing something

Arthur Curry Beach day with babe Home trip with S/O Can’t keep up with the king Wedding Day Backpacking and Surfing

Leonard McCoy There’s always a good reason to be home

Jim Kirk Beach Day

John Kennex Kennex loves fall Sexting with Kennex in your special way Baby’s First Winter Day Off

Tony DiNozzo Tony’s S/O gets a dog

Steve McGarrett McGarrett’s S/O has never experienced fall Sweet McGarrett Relaxing movie night

Rafael Barba Not quite a family yet First Empty nest Christmas

Elijah Mikaelson Elijah catches his girl relaxing Elijah’s daughter is definitely an independent soul Breakfast in Bed Morning View

Klaus Mikaelson Niklaus got a glimpse of Elijah’s bride Relaxing morning Full moon night Sunset watching with Klaus Klaus is supervising  Stress Reliever

Merlin Merlin’s girl works her magic Wedding photo Merlin tries juggling without magic Family Hike Merlin forgets something very important Wedding photoshoot Herb hunting turned dangerous Merlin’s daughter loves her new mommy Picnic by the ocean Merlin is so weird Relaxing bath Sleeping in Merlin Had trouble with the camera Trouble with Waking Up

Percy Jackson Beach Day Wedding Day Coffee is Worth It Sometimes you just need to scream Anyday Now Proving she Can Still Fight Enjoying the View Just Exploring

Jason Grace Taking in the Beauty Cuddle Time Trying to go for a walk Celebrating 4th of July The Sass was taught Heritage Disney Trip 

Poe Dameron Flying is always an experience  Just a Happy One-Year-Old Just a Beach Trip Poe is a Little Fucker Christmas Cleaning is Not Going as Planned She Stole my hoodie He’s Sleeping So Happy With Themselves Candid Photo

Stucky Coming Out

Winter Witch Bucky loves his girl

Winter Widow Bucky and Nat just admiring their daughter Picnic lunch Undercover mission Just waking up

Scarlet America Facetiming  Nothing beats two beautiful girls

Romanogers Steve admiring the ‘art’ Only a little lost  Roger’s Sass is strong Mommy can’t know And Stretch

ThunderShield Waiting for Thor to come home Home in Brooklyn 

The Captains Surprise Surprise 

Scarlet Widow Nat is definitely a widow Wanda is not so sneaky

MISC Steve’s baby sister is trying to get the king to relax The Next Generation Tony’s little girl is all grown-up Backpacking to Wakanda Time At Wanda’s Little Morgan in the Garden (Tony Stark) Nat admiring her daughter (Clintasha) Adventure Time  Wedding Day (Pepperony) Barton’s day at Universal Stark’s family trip to Disney Barnes/Roger Family Trip Nate’s bath time Going to be a dad (TS) Very Focused (CB) The cat’s disappointed too (DP) Little too close to the camera (TS) Lila at Disney (CB) Morgan with her GF (TS) Morgan’s birthday present  Nico and Will’s baby girl

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KLAUS VOORMANN photographed by TONY GALE, August 1966.