#the originals fandom

[ladymarvel27]

Elijah: *yawns*

Y/N: Yeah, being pretty must be tiring.

Elijah: *tilts his head* then you must be exhausted.

Y/N: *blushes furiously*

[haylijahtilldeath]

>>>The Haylijah hugs in season 1 were everything!!

[ladytarantula]

I wrote this poem which is inspired by a Klaus Mikaelson fanfiction that I'm working on

The full moon illuminates the night sky

My body yearns for him

Unattainable, uncontrollable

Our burning desire irrefutable

Our passion powerful

His touch ignites the beast within

Desperately craving his hands upon my skin

We're hybrids, outcasts

Not wanted by either side

We have each other

My heart his, and his is mine

Bound by blood

Till the end of time

[beatificwrites]

Your Flaws (Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader)

first vampire diaries fic! some love for the hyrid

word count: 2.2k

content: lil angst, mentions of blood and violence, the originals S3 spoilers, sad boy klaus

summary: after almost losing your life, you confess and show this man that even tho he’s not as loved by others, you’ll always love him

With the ongoing war between the sire lines and Aurora on the loose, your life was in danger as it was being threatened almost every day by the redhead. She had attempted to end your life on multiple occasions but without success due to having Hayley as your bodyguard because of Klaus’ orders.

You and Klaus had known each other for a while now, you weren’t dating or anything, just friends.

At first, you were unknowingly compelled to write his “memoir” but that slowly turned into a poor excuse for a therapist.

Through your talks, which were just him venting about his chaotic siblings and occasionally his upbringing, he began to trust you and felt as if you were the only person who understood him for who he truly was.

You eventually found out about the compulsion and how he was making you forget your conversations as soon as you left the compound.

Nevertheless, you chose to stay and to continue listen to him. You were mad and confused at first but with time you understood why he needed you.

You were the only person who for some odd reason, accepted him. Of course, you weren’t blind or anything, he did awful things, straight up evil acts but that didn’t mean his behavior couldn’t be changed.

You saw in him what others didn’t, not even his brother Elijah. You saw the hidden potential and truly believed you could stir him in a positive direction, for his daughter’s sake and her future. He just needed help getting there and his loved ones by his side.

You were slow to realize it but you had fallen madly in love with the world’s most feared creature. You tried so hard to deny it, tried so hard to push those feelings away in fear of getting involved. In fear of getting caught in the middle of some vampire fight and ending up another innocent human being who fell victim.

However, your fate was inevitable; Aurora coming for you was bound to happen some way or another.

As you grabbed your bag and flipped the ‘open’ sign backwards to say ‘closed’, Hayley appeared with a smile on her face.

“Ready for another walk home, your majesty?” she teased.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have to do this, you know?” you said as you two began to walk away from your shop.

“I hate taking orders from Klaus but he’s right, you’re defenseless against that Aurora chick.”

“Ugh, why am I even a target? Him and I aren’t even together.” you groaned, secretly wishing you were his.

On second thought, you remembered you had accidentally left your notebook at the Mikaelson home and desperately needed it back.

“Hey, instead of taking me home, can we go over to the compound? I left a notebook; I need it for tomorrow.” You stopped in your steps.

Hayley stopped too and replied, “Well, I can just get for you in the morning.”

“No, I want it now.” you quickly said.

“Alright, fine let’s make this quick.”

From there, you two walked from the town square to the Mikaelson home as you hoped your notebook with all your important info wasn’t taken.

You arrived in front the stone walls and as you were about to walk in, you suddenly heard Hayley begin to yell in what seemed like extreme pain.

You whip around confused and yelp as you feel the wind knocked out of you. You fall harshly onto the pavement.

You manage to see Aurora’s fiery red hair and her figure with some witch standing beside Hayley, holding her hand up into a fist, ensorcelling her with whatever enchantment she was shouting.

Hayley held her head as it throbbed with pain and tried to get up and fight but to no avail.

“I see Niklaus has lowered himself and his standards in the past few centuries after leaving me,” the redhead muttered.

“This shall be my small Christmas gift to him!” she exclaimed as she abruptly yanked you up from the ground, threw you up against the wall and ruthlessly drank out of your smooth neck.

You screamed as you felt her sharp teeth sink and tear into your flesh. You gripped onto her shoulders, attempting to push her off with the only strength you had left.

You attempts failed to work and yet you felt determined to keep on trying.

No matter how many times you kicked and punched, Aurora was ultimately stronger and within a few minutes you fell onto the ground again, this time completely unconscious.

With a brisk snap of a finger, the witch put Hayley to sleep and Aurora wiped the corners of her mouth that were stained with blood.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before anyone comes around. I want him to have the surprise,” she took out her small compact mirror to admire herself.

“Oh, and take the wolf girl. She absolutely reeks but I’m sure brother wouldn’t mind showing this one who’s boss.” Aurora ordered as she checked herself once again.

༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶

Klaus had found you outside the compound, lying in a pool of your own blood, body almost lifeless. He instantly dropped to his knees and shouted in agony as he held you, smearing the red matter on himself.

He cried in silence and tightened his grip. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now he had to. All because of the damn Strix and Aurora. He wouldn’t give her the luxury of breathing another second.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he thought.

He had never felt this much anguish for anyone but his siblings. You meant so much more to him than he let on. He fell for you and didn’t need you to know, for all he knew he was a dangerous being and you deserved someone better; a man unlike himself.

He also found it hard to believe you would ever reciprocate his feelings. It was quite unlike him to feel that way, usually he prided himself in knowing all kinds of people fall at their feet for him. But once he met you, his charms never seemed to work. He learned to respect you and consider you off limits soon as he fell for you.

You woke up gasping violently out of nowhere. You looked everywhere in confusion.

As he felt what he thought was your corpse, move, he remained still as he let the relief wash over him but now it was his turn to be confused.

He wondered how you survived and who’s blood was in your system if not his? He hadn’t healed you recently.

“What the hell happened?! No, how the hell am I still here?!” you questioned, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“What do you remember?” he demanded.

“Aurora and some witch took us down right before I could come in,” you spoke rapidly, the memories all flowing back.

“I obviously didn’t have the strength to put up with her.” you sighed.

He looked at your neck and noticed the bite had begun to heal.

“You’re healing. You’re in transition now.” he picked you up abruptly and took you to his room before you could say anything else.

As he gently placed you on the soft sheets, he began to question you.

“What do you remember from earlier today? Anything unusual?” he sat on the bed in front of you.

You tried to think, tried to think about what had happened before you closed up tonight. Then, you felt the memories appear left and right, you could vividly recall everything that happened. You suppose it was wiped before.

“Today, I had an accident in the back of the shop and cut myself on a few shards of glass,” you closed your eyes as you pictured it.

“The..the new guy! Chris! He heard me yell and came to see what was going on. He noticed the blood and saw the mess then told me to calm down before practically shoving his arm in my mouth and telling me to drink.” you finished, still in shock.

“Chris saved your life today.” Klaus said as he looked at you.

“So, that’s how you become a vampire? You have to get hurt and drink blood?” you asked.

“You must die with vampire blood in your system in order to turn. Getting hurt is not a necessary step.” he explained.

“Am I like you now? Do I get the cool speed too?” you giggled.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he smiled in surprise before saying, “Is that what you want? If so, you won’t be exactly like me, love.”

“Right, minus the whole original thing, I’m immortal now.” you nodded, accepting your new fate.

You weren’t opposed to vampirism, just didn’t want to get involved with the petty fights. Your new strengths seemed pretty cool to you too.

“Not proud to admit but you had me quite worried back there.” he confessed as he looked down.

“Wow. The Klaus Mikaelson confesses to feeling fear!” you joked.

He briefly chuckled before meeting your eye again, “I’m being serious. I don’t think I could stand to lose you like that.”

You smiled warmly at him for caring for you. You appreciated how he looked after you. You could tell he probably felt something for you too but was unwilling to say. You noticed the lingering stares and the way he was so protective over you even though he knew you could handle yourself.

“Soon you’ll start to feel a massive hunger and you won’t be able to fight it for long,” he started.

“I’ll find some lowlife for you to feed on.” he said nonchalantly.

“Bold of you to assume I want to eat someone. I thought vampires could survive on just blood bags?”

“When you first turn, in order to complete the transition, you must feed on a person or else you die.” he explained further.

You huffed in disbelief. Okay, you were definitely opposed to the feeding on people part of vampirism, however your life is on the line and if you don’t do anything then this second shot at life you’ve gotten would have been for nothing.

“I hate this..but I’ll do it.” you released a sigh.

When you realized this was the perfect opportunity to say what you so badly wanted to say, you felt this sudden rush of confidence. You let the intrusive thought be carried out.

“I’ll do it for you, Klaus. Well, I live for myself, but I want to live for somebody else for once too.” you admitted as you met his eyes.

Surprised when the expected smug smile didn’t show, you began to get nervous. Oh no, maybe you made the wrong move. Maybe you misread, maybe he’s not into you at all. At least, not in the way you thought he was.

“Fuck it, I already started so I’m finishing this. I’m in love with you, okay? I couldn’t help myself.” you confessed.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are the light in my darkness, and I’ll always be drawn to you. But a person such as yourself does not deserve a bastard like me.”

Your brows furrowed and you sprung up from where you were laying down and looked at his face more closely.

“Well, I think otherwise. I see past the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve me because I love him regardless.” you cupped his cheek.

This was so unlike him. He was supposed to be bragging about how he could take you all over the world and buy you the finest things even though you never cared about any of that.

He brought his hand up to hold yours and whispered, “You are worth so much more, love.”

“I know you’ve never really had a happy ending. Never had a stable relationship. And because the world perceives you as a monster, you think you’re not worthy of being loved but trust me Klaus, you are so incredibly wrong.” you assured him, your other hand holding his.

“Do you not see me as a good for nothing? Do you not see what my father hated so much about me?!” he questioned exasperatingly.

“You’re not useless, Klaus. You’ve done bad but you’ve done good too. In the end, you care for your loved ones and you're the one saving their asses. You’ve saved me more times than I can count!” you told him.

He remained silent before you began to beg, “Please just believe me. Does what I have to think not mean a lot?” you looked at him for an answer.

He hesitated before finally saying, “It’s difficult for me but I’ll try. I’m going to trust your words,” he said your name. You loved how it rolled off his tongue.

With that you removed your hand from his cheek and gave him a shy peck. You were unsure if a full first kiss would be fit for a moment like this so you waited to see what he would do.

Klaus being Klaus leaned in until he was inches away from your face. He admired you for a few seconds, thinking carefully about all you had said. His heart melted knowing your words had to be sincere, but he was ashamed of letting you know that.

You watched his eyes and what his intentions were, trying to read him. He pushed his lush lips against yours and it felt as if time itself had stopped to preserve this moment.

[nightingale2004]

Teen wolf and Originals fans, i just had a crossover idea.

OK, so those who have seen the Originals remember Hayley marshall and how her birth name was Andrea Labonair, right? And the Labonair's were a werewolf pack along with Jackson Kenner's pack?

And for the teen wolf fans, we remember the Hale pack, correct?

So the crossover idea I bring forward is.....

What if the members of the Hale's and the Labonair's were actually related? More specifically, what if one of the members of the Hale pack married into one of the members of the Labonair pack as a form of alliance or something.

That would make Hayley and Derek distant COUSINS!!!!! And Hope WOULD BE A HALE!!!!!!

Just imagine it and think about it

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Klaus Mikaelson would be a simp for a bullied girl would involve:

⭕️Not proofread

⭕️Not spell or grammer checked.

⭕️Translated with Google translator [German into English]

🔴READER IS 19 YEARS OLD

Ship that are included:

⚜ Klaus Mikaelson X Bullied! Human! Reader (Female Gender)

⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜

Requested (?) by:

Now the headcanons:

⚜️You're going to high school and you finally have your senior year ahead of you. Because of *problems* you would have to repeat your class again.

⚜️Now how can you pass a class without being there?

⚜️You played sick all the time last year and got bad grades because of it.

⚜️You only skipped because a new girl came to your school. She came from New Orleans and moved to your area.

⚜️Your location was only 2 hours from New Orleans by car.

⚜️You used to have the best friends you could imagine but....

⚜️Nothing lasts forever.

⚜️The new girl is the most manipulative, insincere, controlling person in the world.

⚜️She turned all your schoolmates against you.

⚜️You know you weren't the perfect person but you didn't deserve it.

⚜️ Nobody deserves bullying.

⚜️Even if everyone is against you, you try to expose her as a liar.

⚜️You always lose against them.

⚜️And you feel that more every day. Mental or Psychic.

⚜️It was more mental violence but you kept getting bruises or scars.

⚜️ No broken bones or anything like that had happened yet.

⚜️ Now back to the present time. You would have to repeat the class again... but so would your bully.

⚜️And your bully was already planning to get her more attention again.

⚜️Well she had fun with you because you didn't tell anyone about the bullying because you were scared. But if it felt like the whole school was against you, she wouldn't get any more attention.

⚜️Then came the lie of the lies you think first.

⚜️She is apparent together with the original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson.

⚜️A lot of people would know who the original hybrid is because you are *near*.

⚜️You would also know because your mother once helped his sister Rebekah.

⚜️Your mothers would have to find *white oak wood* for Rebekah and was successful.

⚜️Well someone like Klaus Mikaelson would date you thought.

⚜️Plot twist: He wouldn't even know who she is.

⚜️If such a lie goes around, he would know it too.

⚜️He came to your high school one day during school to have a word with your bully.

⚜️Pushing her against the wall in the girls' bathroom and squeezing her neck was a word for Klaus to talk about.

⚜️What was surprising is that you were her savior. Well you just want to go to the toilet and his conversation was in the same toilet.

⚜️Where you came in you were scared but wanted to go back out immediately.

⚜️You just thought...... Sh*t

⚜️But Klaus let go of your bully and she came to breathe. He and you looked into each other's eyes. Somehow he wasn't that scary for you, more soothing. The fear of you somehow magically went away.

⚜️The moment would be destroyed when your bully ran out of the toilet and pushed you away.

⚜️You just fell to the door frame and looked after her.

⚜️ She must have forgotten to scream out of fear.

⚜️You turn around but don't see him anymore.

⚜️Well you went to the bathroom after and went back to class.

⚜️You're only thinking about meeting Klaus Mikaelson.

⚜️But oh Boi Klaus probably has a crush on you.

⚜️He wants to get to know you better.

⚜️That's why he's trying to get your attention.

⚜️You were very confused about it.

⚜️If you suddenly see Klaus Mikaelson in your favorite places, but then he suddenly disappears, you feel confused.

⚜️The feeling was like *Did I just see him or did I imagine it? *

⚜️You would rub your eyes again and again at the beginning to make sure he was really there.

⚜️The more he watches you, the more he is in love with you.

⚜️He doesn't understand how such a good person gets bullied by someone.

⚜️Would secretly always threaten your bully.

⚜️ Since Klaus came, school was back to you like it used to be.

⚜️ Almost like before. You can't forgive your old friends for what they did to you and you would *want* to go it alone.

⚜️ The first opportunity he took was to tutor you in history.

⚜️One day when you went home you almost cried because the story test was announced because the material was so difficult for you.

⚜️Suddenly Klaus said: "I could help you"

⚜️You would have panicked at first because he appeared a few meters in front of you but then you accepted thanks.

⚜️But you weren't so crazy that you invited him home immediately. You would meet him at a quiet coffee shop.

⚜️Where you talk about the fabric in the café days later, she came in. Your bully saw you and you almost had a panic attack.

⚜️Your bully wanted to come to you but Klaus turned around and she ran out of the café.

⚜️You looked at him gratefully.

⚜️Somehow you weren't afraid of him but everyone else around you was.

⚜️But you were already used to staring at people.

⚜️You and Klaus will become friends pretty quickly.

⚜️You wait each other's best friends.

⚜️It was great for Klaus that someone like you doesn't see him as a monster.

⚜️And for you it was great to have someone who likes you the way you are.

⚜️You would have a slight crush on him which then turns into real love.

⚜️Through Klaus you can talk to your parents about your bullying experience.

⚜️Your parents were shocked but would thank Klaus for protecting their little angel.

⚜️ Klaus buys you everything you want.

⚜️Would arrange a party for your birthday.

⚜️He's the first when they need a ride after school.

⚜️He loves to draw you and give you his drawings as gifts.

⚜️ When they finished school you would open up your feelings to him at graduation and he would reciprocate.

⚜️You would go to New Orleans with him and start your new life there with him.

⚜️ Even if you think you're not perfect for him, Klaus will always accept you and vice versa.

⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜

Author Note

I'm sorry that I didn't go into the topic of bullying in detail because I was more focused on Simp! Klaus.

but I hope you enjoyed it

[thebiggerbear]

Klayley Masterlist

(works coming soon)

[anonair]

𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Hello.

I have posted a new imagine to wattpad. It is a sweet fluff of Elijah X Female Reader.

READ HERE.

[elenasalvator13]

Katherine and Elijah

[ladymarvel27]

Elijah: *turns on lamp for reading* Y/N: You might as well call me that lamp. Elijah: Why? Y/N: Because you turn me on. Elijah: *slams book shut*

[haylijahtilldeath]

Vampire Empire

Chapter 11

King with No Crown

>>> Klaus has done it again, Kol comes with an ominous presage, Marcel has to save Davina. But you know who matters most to me? Haylijah!

[ladytarantula]

I love Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah ❤️

[severinesaloppe]

"Mama didn't raise no impolite witch" Vincent Griffith Fanfic Ep 1

Mélisse

The rush had simmered down about an hour ago. I skimmed through the last batch of orders from my desk at the soap shop, the amber lights attuned to the rainy day we were having in New Orleans today. On the radio, a potpourri of Haitian music from the sixties played in rotation bringing me back to those joyous moments growing up with my parents, all of it a memory now with a sour twist. 

The room smelled sweet, of cracked stems, and wild herbs picked from our garden outback. I carefully placed a rosemary leaf on the brown wax paper enveloping the order of soaps a client bought online earlier, and tied a string around it with my business card and a coupon which all were inscribed with the same cursive letters spelling Jardin de Mélisse. 

A knock at the door brought me to a halt. Standing at the door was Simoli, my cousin, who's been helping me run things around ever since he decided to stay in the states permanently. " Sa pou m fè avè w? What am I supposed to do with you?"

I rolled my eyes and tcheupsed, resuming the monotonous cycle I've been repeating for the three hours since we opened. I placed a series of glass bottles from my hibiscus and okra hairline into a shipping box and stuffed it with bubble wraps. Thank you note, close, tape, and repeat. 

"I'm almost done" 

" Yeah you said that about an hour ago when there was still a line at the register" 

I looked up at him, his face seemed refreshed, despite the long hours we've been pulling. He's wearing a coca cola red t-shirt, jeans and leather flip flops, his hair a tapered fro around his scalp. I think the change of pace and environment has been good for him. My shoulders relaxed a bit. The scissors in my hands suddenly weighed heavy, the piece of lavender between my fingers limp and awkward. I've been stuck in this room for far too long, my eyes were so adjusted to the darkness I could feel them disappearing into their own sockets, I needed a change of pace. 

" Fine" I slammed the metal scissors on the wooden desk. " i'm gonna go get lunch" i said, rising from my seat and scanning the room for my belongings. Wallet, umbrella. It was impossible for me to find anything in there, with all the pillows, the tapes, the boxes and endless inventory on the floor. The place was a fucking pig sty. I needed some fresh air, that's for certain. I scratched my head, gathering my things as I went and fighting Simoli's scrutinizing stare while he watched me rummage through my life like a raccoon digging through a pile of trash in the quarter. If he had any judgments, he said nothing. 

I threw my jean jacket on, and smoothed my hand over my tapered dress " do you wanna come with?" 

He snorted, as if I had insulted him, then threw his hand up " Mélisse, I got it from here, go". He shooed me away with a gesture of his hands, from the office, to the main floor of the shop. I stopped at one of the vintage mirrors on the wall, a fascinating relic i bought at a yard sale over two years ago, and was frightened by what i'd seen " jesus fucking christ" i muttered, digging through my bag for some lip balm. I glided it over my big lips, smoothing the layer of cracked skin that had been there before. I was immediately invaded with the scent of brown sugar and anise. Another one of my creations, not yet on sale anywhere, I was still doing a trial run on the product and was clearly failing. I sighed deeply. Simoli leaned on the counter, resting his chin in his palms

 " The AC company called. They wanna know if they can come in monday and take a look at the unit" 

I fiddled with my keys " Did they send you a price quote yet? " 

" Well, technically they have to come in and see what's wrong with it before we know how much all of this is going to cost" 

I exhaled " i uh, i don't know, let me think on it i'll get back to you" 

" Before monday" Simoli supplied, not a request, but a statement. 

I nodded. My stomach rumbled. " Do you want me to get you anything?" I interjected, moving the conversation towards something more fun, because all this AC stuff was making me anxious. I couldn't afford it, but I didn't know how to say it without causing my cousin to freak out. We were already behind on rent. The last thing I needed was for the two of us to pace around this place like anxious chickens. Leave it all to me to worry and figure out a way, Simoli deserved to just relax for a little while and not have to dive head deep into the travesty that was "the american dream" 

The boy flipped through pages of a messy white binder absentmindedly " No" 

I cocked my head to one side " Here i was thinking i was the only workaholic around here" 

His light brown eyes shot back at me, from this angle I could see how grandma's features have carved his cheeks, his forehead and fierce glare to be like hers. He sneered " Ou toujou ap pale kaka ou menm, you' re always talking shit" 

After agreeing on a meal for him, I walked out of the store, umbrella in hand, dodging the disgusting sewer water flooding the streets and made my way to Rousseau's. Not necessarily the idea of fresh air i had in mind but oh well. The small bar was situated in an old townhouse, with shuttle doors and peeling paint, identical to quite a few buildings here in New Orleans. A slow trepidation of old times amid the rise of modern, more expensive new developments. My sandals clattered on the wooden floor, the sight of dead leaves and debris clinging to my soles and feet, causing me to frown. I shook the water off from my umbrella and took a seat at the bar, on one of the stools that was designed far too small for people with big butts and thighs like mine. After a few trials and errors I finally felt comfortable enough to rest my bag on the metal hook beneath the bar. I pulled my now wet and frizzy orange coils on top of my head, tying them and fluffling the ends into a pineapple bun. 

A white man with blue eyes and an irish accent strolled through the swinging doors, noticed me and brought over a menu. " How ye doing? can i get you anything?" 

I ordered an IPA while I read through the small menu he had handed me. People sat in groups, some alone, all around me the room boiled with small chatter, rocks glasses knocking over wood, forks clicking and salt shakers clattering against beer bottles, hot sauce and so on. On my left was a mail lady, having a small cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, on my right was an old man slurping on a bowl of chicken soup, on a stool a few feet from him was another man, this one i had seen before, of about 6 feet tall, with umber skin and a bird tattoo clawing at his skin , having a bourbon, a small plate of french fries in front of him. 

The bartender slid a coaster in front of me and handed me my beer. The handsome man with the claw tattoo coaxed a book over his face. I can recognize a cover of Marcel Proust anywhere. He read with laser interest, his index finger bejeweled by a plain silver band, tracing his lips. 

" Miss…" 

" Yes" I blinked, " sorry long day" I laughed. When he didn't smile back, i cleared my throat and proceeded to say " i'll have a jambalaya to go, and uh " tapping my fingers against the hard menu cover, i quickly inspected the appetizer list "the pulled pork natchitoches and a small soup for here" 

He nodded, his expression solemn and bored as he took the menu back and shoved it inside an obscure shelf behind him. "Cash or card? " 

" Card" i thrusted the blue card in his hand

 " you want to keep the tab open?" 

My eyes shifted to the man again, this time he was brushing his beard, his eyes still glued to the pages of the book. I must've been staring a little too intensely because suddenly his brows knotted and his round eyes, two pools of deep brown, shaped so sensually looked back at me. My heart thudded. The bartender noticed, shifted his body to the left side of the room. I squeezed by glass, letting the chillness kiss my fingertips " No i'll close out" 

The bartender pursed his lips and nodded

 " very well then" 

I sipped on the orange brew in my glass, letting the tangy flavor flood my taste buds and slowly closed my eyes. Everything else around me, the pressure at the store, Simoli, the people inside the bar faded into the background. 

Vincent 

" People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. " 

I stumbled upon this quote at some point while reading a shriveled copy of The captive/ the fugitive which i found at the clearance section of my local bookstore earlier this week. I haven't sat down and read for pleasure in a long time— not since college which felt like ages ago— A capsule in time where i was young, an eager witch, stupid and burning with love for Eva. There was a time where i would hear that name and would automatically feel the pull of guilt, the hollowness of losing someone, by my own volition, my own ambition creeping up inside my chest, sinking me away from this reality into one where Eva's ghost was seeking vengeance for my wrong doings. 

That feeling is dead now, my love for the woman dead with it. The only thing left is the empty space that once blossomed—Healed shut—-At least i was trying to heal. Camille had put me in touch with a friend from school who ran her own practrice now. For the last two years since the Mikealsons been gone and Marcel took over as king, i've been sneaking weekly sessions with Judith on the other side of town, trying to unpack all the shit that went down. She's suggesting medication for the insomnia and nightmares, but i'm not gonna lie, i am a bit apprehensive. I wish Camille was still with us to discuss this with, i wish my friend was still here in general to breath in the peace we've been fighting so hard for, i miss her smile.

I wetted my tongue with some of the bourbon in my glass, now watered down. I signaled to Declan to spin me another round and went back to reading my book, hunting the wisdom the renowned author penned centuries ago, when suddenly i felt a prickle at the back of my neck, the knowing sense that someone's attention was on me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and raised my eyes. I noticed a woman sitting at the other end of the bar watching me. Instictvely her gaze veered towards the content in her glass, downing it halfway like a pro, then rested it on the coaster in front of her. There was a particular nervousness about her that didn't quite travel to her round face. Her cheekbones glistened not from sweat, but rather from the products she used to maintain her appearance— she looked like she really took care of herself. Her skin was deep as a harvest moon night, as if calla lillies themselves lived beneath it. Her hair was dyed serpia orange, fixed on top of her head in a way that complimented her features.

 She was striking. Was she a witch??? I don't think i've ever seen her around here before. With the new leadership and reforms i've implemented as regeant, i wouldn't be surprised if news traveled to neighboring states and was bringing outside witches into our walls. A weird sensation sliced through my chest, and managed to somewhat buzz around my shoulders and legs. I inhaled, exhaled, i needed to get my shit together. With this new awareness therapy had provided me with, it was hard at times to know if the sensations living in my body was weariness or something else—A warning or excitement? —The alertness of a Tremé witch or the fragility of a damaged man. I hung back, balancing this particular dilemma in my head while playing with my beard as though all the answers were hidden inside it. As tempting as this new witch was, i didn't necessarily think introducing myself to this new comer was a good idea. I felt no urge to interrupt her lunch break, god knows this is the last thing any woman needs right now. 

Declan rattled the silver shaker in one hand while pouring a golden brown liquid—my drink— into a clean glass. 

For the next hour, i've given up on trying to understand pretentious literature. Leave it to some old white man to throw a pile of random shit on the wall that barely make sense, and watch the world revere him as a literary genius. This shit can get exhausting. So i scrolled through facebook instead, when that wasn't enough, i cleared Freya's emails and text messages from my screen. The apologies were getting redundant. I didn't have anymore space for anymore Mikealson guilt, not now, not in the near future. She fucked up and put a teenager's life in jeopardy and now Davina is dead. This is her burden to carry, her shame to live with. I'm done being the errand boy, the witch for hire, the punching bag and everything in between. 

Once the woman finished her meal, Declan came back with an order neatly wrapped in a plastic bag and handed it to her. She gathered her things, thanked him, and put back a pocket size book she was reading earlier into her burgundy bag, then her notebook, her headphones. Not once had she turned to look at me since i caught her in the act. The haste in her movements made me rethink a last minute introduction over. Keep it cool, maintain good distance, there couldnt possibly be any harm in doing so right?  but before i could make up my mind and muster the courage,  she was already charging for the door, belongings in hand, her large hips swaying from here to there rythmically. The gold anklets she stacked around her ankles came to view. My gaze lingered in the poetry that was her curves, my throat felt tight and dry. I snapped myself out of it, averting my attention to the ceiling fan instead. My mama didnt raise no impolite witch. I shifted in my seat, cleared my throat and made sure no one else had caught me looking—-no, lusting over this beautiful stranger. I had a reputation to uphold, that is of a widower, a regeant who wielded strong power, a leader of his community. Do leaders not allow themselves the distraction of entertaining the pleasures of the flesh?  Can good leadership coexist with the simplicity of desire? 

When her hands pressed against the dusty shuttles and disappeared behind it, i mumbled a silent prayer, ever so intimate to the universe, to let me see her again.  

Photo credit: Dorcas E Jacob on Pinterest

[haileynextdoor]

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Being a young vampire hunter and meeting Mikaelson would involve... (Part 1)

⭕️Not proofread

⭕️Not spell or grammer checked.

⭕️Translated with Google translator [German into English]

⭕Part 1 

⭕️My first Headcanons contribution since Not so strict.

🔴Y/N - Your Name

🔴Y/N/N- Your Surname

🔴S/Y/N- Your Sister Name 

Ship that are included:

⚜ Elijah Mikaelson X Big Sister! Reader 

⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜

Now the headcanons / mini story?

⚜Your family members are mostly vampire hunters. mostly? Well, as a vampire hunter you would have to do an induction ritual in your family and often people don't make it. In the past they would have died but now they are excluded from the vampire hunter existence. 

⚜Your older sister (25) didn't pass this initiation ritual but you (17) did. 

⚜You would now be trained to be a Vampire Hunter. 

⚜Your father took over the training, which isn't that hard because you do boxing. 

⚜Your grandma would teach you because she is very experienced with vampires and their weaknesses. 

⚜This would be your first hearing about the legendary Mikealson Family. 

⚜Well you only knew about vampires but when you find out there are more than vampires you were amazed.

⚜You hate vampires but are interested in werewolves. 

⚜ You have a neutral relationship with witches. 

⚜ Your sister has come to terms with not being a vampire hunter. She had never had much interest in hunting. 

⚜She was more interested in studying vampires. 

⚜That's why she went to New Orleans. Well not because of that. She should only get materials for weapons from a witch shop, but stayed longer because of "problems". 

⚜Even if New Orleans is only a maximum of 2 hours from your home, your parents "allowed" it. 

⚜Well one day would become 2 weeks. Your parents were worried about it and so were you. But suddenly your sister was back.

⚜Your parents wanted to call her the second she walked in.

⚜ Everyone was relieved and started to live normal lives as before.

⚜ Your sister didn't tell your parents what the problems were but you did.

⚜"(Y/N), I FELT IN LOVE" she said one night when it was just you and her at home.

⚜"Oh great who is he...she?" you ask in vain.

⚜ "I can't tell you but he would like to meet you" she said excitedly.

⚜ "Why me?" you ask.

⚜"I can't introduce him to our parents because they would freak out but you won't a hundred percent!" she said in her normal voice.

⚜"Okay..." you finally say.

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⚜ Months passed and on Saturday you had your meeting at a nearby posh restaurant. Your sister wore a red dress when you wore a black suit. 

⚜You arrived early and were already seated at the mysterious man's reserved table. Even if your sister didn't want it, you ordered a drink. 

⚜ Your sister had raved about him for months but always said he was punctual. Probably not today. You should have met 30 minutes ago. 

⚜ Your sister kept looking at the phone and you tried to calm her down.

⚜But then the door opened. 

⚜ Your sister jumped up and ran to the person. You were still sitting there, examining the person in the shadows. 

⚜You had a neutral feeling until the person walked into the light. 

⚜ Suddenly you were scared of the person.

⚜"(Y/N), I would like to introduce you to a special person... Elijah Mikealson" 

⚜ From staring at Elijah, your gaze went to your sister. 

⚜ You saw how both people had to kick you and you came out of the rigidity. 

⚜ "Sorry, I'm (Y/N) (Y/N/N)." 

⚜Elijah wanted to shake your hand but you refused. 

⚜There were so many questions in your head like : DOES SHE KNOW THAT HE IS A VAMPIRE?!?! DO YOU KNOW HE IS FROM THE MIKEALSON FAMILY!?!?!. 

⚜ You all sat down and you had to pull yourself together not to scream. 

⚜ You used to be so chilled but THIS IS F*CKING AN ORIGINAL VAMPIRE !!!!! 

⚜And then came the small talk.

⚜"And (Y/N) what high school do you go to?" Elijah asked you. 

⚜ You were thinking. If you tell him that now he can visit you and kill you. 

⚜"To a public high school," you mumbled, sipping your drink. 

⚜Your sister giggled and Elijah was confused. 

⚜ That's how it went. If Elijah asked you a question, you bypassed it. 

⚜ The evening passed and all 3 people left the restaurant. 

⚜Elijah kissed your sister on the cheek and you gave him a kind of death look. 

⚜Elijah asked if he should take you home but you and your sister say at the same time "NO YOU DON'T NEED IT". 

⚜On the way home you plucked up courage and asked your sister. 

⚜"(S/Y/N)....." 

⚜"I know that he is an original" 

⚜" YOU KNOW IT ?!?!?!""

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That's it for now

[thebiggerbear]

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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