#tyler x rebekah

[mariedemedicis]

does anyone know any good tybekah fics? i'm feeling in the mood to read about them

or jo won the merge fics - yes i know the whole point of a siphoner is that they would win blah blah blah - but consider i want to see the effects of kai's personality creeping through jo

[theeoriginals]

ok but what about werewolf!reader who is protective over tyler lockwood since mason died, and she's at senior prank night when klaus turns tyler. i imagine klaus being curious about her bc he hasn't seen or met her since she doesn't hang around elena & co. bc of what they did to mason. love u and thank you for blessing us with all these requests!!

i think i want you | klaus mikaelson

klaus mikaelson x reader (no y/n!)

author's notes; sorry this took a while!! holidays got the best of me and i've been so busy. i hope u like this!! go check out my klaus fic on wattpad for more content :) link on my masterlist

warnings; mentioned violence & death but nothing explicit. this is genuinely just a lot of fluff, and only a tiny bit of angst. I like writing klaus being straight up infatuated so enjoy

She’s heard of him. Klaus Mikaelson. Not only is he an Original, but he’s the worst of them. He’s a mystery, a myth of a man. The hybrid. The only one of his kind, and he’s trying to make more. He’s trying to become a god of his own making. He’s a terrifying beast, even in their world of monsters. He is the monster beneath your bed, he is the boogeyman that you see in the shadows of alleyways and glimpses out of the corner of your eye.

When she meets him for the first time, she expects something out of a fairytale, she supposes. It was unintentional, the image of him she had in her head, but she’s heard of this fabled man her whole life as a warning of what can happen if you grow lonely in this life. 

She figured if she ever met Klaus Mikaelson, it’d be the first and only time. There weren’t many stories based on people’s personal interactions with him for a reason. If he bothered to pay you a personal visit and not just send one of his cronies out to deal with you, it probably meant you wouldn’t be seeing another day. 

But instead of that, instead of meeting her demise at the hand of the infamous man for some offense she most likely didn’t even mean to do, she meets him in the high school gym in Mystic Falls, Virginia. 

She meets him, and he’s just a man. 

He’s a terrible man, no doubt, but just a man. She is perhaps wrongfully unafraid of him because of this. It most likely doesn’t bode well for her, because even though he looks just as human as the rest of them, she doesn’t doubt those stories about him are all real, and likely worse than the retellings. 

But she was raised with a pack that taught her to be unafraid in the face of death, and even though she doesn’t have that pack anymore because of men just like Klaus Mikaelson, she wants Tyler to know the security and safety of it just as she had. 

She does not flinch when he looks her way, and resists the urge to rip his head off of his shoulders when he snaps Tyler’s neck and puts Bonnie on a timer for finding a way to bring him back to life as a hybrid. 

She knows she can’t win a fight against him, so she doesn’t fight back, not even as he forces Tyler to drink the doppelgänger’s blood and turns him into a hybrid. A half-dead, half-wolf thing that her pack would likely call him an abomination for. It’s a very dark, comforting thought to her that they aren’t around to condemn Tyler to the ends of the earth for something that was entirely out of his control. 

She knows Tyler is frightened of her doing that, just by the way he looks at her. He learned from Mason and herself that there’s a sense of loyalty to their kind, and that vampires are an inherent enemy. Even his relationship with Caroline would be enough to get him shunned from most werewolf communities at this point. Though, even Mason himself didn’t take that into consideration considering his relationship with one of the doppelgängers. 

After everything is said and done that night, she takes Tyler home without saying a single word to Klaus. Anything she wants to say will get her killed, and Tyler needs her more than ever now, so she can’t get ahead of herself. 

Tyler sheds rare tears in the privacy of his home. He tells her he’s terrified right now because of the fact that a part of him is technically dead now, and that he’s never felt like a monster about being a werewolf until now. 

She does her best to comfort him, but it doesn’t help much. She doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now and they both know it. If the circumstances were any different, she’d probably think he was the new enemy. 

He falls asleep eventually and she leaves him be, heading to her temporary room in the Lockwood mansion. She falls asleep looking at the moon just outside her window, thinking about how she was just a little disappointed in the fact that Klaus Mikaelson is just a man. 

────── 

The next time she sees Klaus Mikaelson, it’s in the tea room in the Lockwood house. He somehow looks even more underwhelming in this place, despite its grandiosity. She doesn’t know why or when she’s going to stop feeling so disappointed in the fact that if she didn’t know any better, she could’ve walked past him on the street without even looking his way. 

He’s there for Tyler, she knows, but Carol’s playing her role of oblivious hostess, and now she’s left to entertain him while Carol goes and handles a small, mayoral emergency. 

Carol leaves them with a charming smile, winking her direction, and she ignores the older woman pointedly. 

“I don’t think I got your name the other night at the school,” Klaus says, tilting his head as he looks at her. “I’m not usually so rude, but the stakes were high and I ran out of patience. You know how it is.” 

She narrows her eyes, shaking her head a bit. “A thousand years old and you haven’t worked on your patience? Maybe your priorities are a little skewed,” 

Klaus’s eyes flash with danger, but she swears she sees amusement in the smirk that pulls at his lips. It sparks that flint inside of her that likes to push and push, just to see the breaking point. She’d tried to deny it, but it only takes the smallest moment for that desire to set its sights on Klaus Mikaelson, even though pushing him could mean death. Her curiosity was a fatal flaw in itself, she knows.

“My only goal in life has been to break this curse,” He says, leaning forward to sit the cup of tea Carol had brought him on the table in between them, the only obstacle stopping him from lunging for her and snapping her neck before she could even blink. She wonders if he’s even aware of all the ways he could kill her, just by looking at her in this mundane setting. She doesn’t know if she actually wants an answer to that, though. “And now I’ve done that. I think a thousand years of this has proven I have nothing but patience.” 

She hums, acknowledging the fact that he was right. She couldn’t imagine being in his shoes, waiting a thousand years to break a curse that kept you from being who you are. Even now, knowing that the Sun and the Moon curse was fabricated in order to help Klaus break the only curse– his curse– when it comes down to it, she can’t blame him for his insistence. 

But she thinks about Tyler and how frightened he was, and she can’t stop the annoyance that builds in her all over again, so any bit of understanding washes away like sand beneath the rising tides. 

She shrugs, unwilling to vocalize the depth of her understanding, as miniscule as it may be. “Still, choosing a hormonal teenage boy as your first hybrid probably wasn’t the smartest decision, wouldn’t you say?” 

Klaus narrows his eyes at her and she stubbornly sits still, unwavering beneath his prolonged, burning stare. “You’re protective of him. I understand why you wouldn’t like me. But I’ve just made him the strongest creature he could ever be. He won’t need you, or any other pack he might have been clinging to before this.” 

And this, she thinks, is the biggest indicator to why she’s not properly afraid of this man before her. It’s not just because he looks unfortunately normal, spare his admittedly beautiful face, or that he’s yet to truly focus any of his true capabilities of danger in her direction. It’s that, at the end of the day, Klaus Mikaelson is just as human as the rest of them are. Because no matter how long you live, or what kind of creature you are, everyone gets lonely. 

“On the contrary,” She says, blinking slowly as she scans his face. “Tyler needs me now more than ever. And any pack would be lucky to have him around. That’s the whole point of a pack. You know that you’re never alone, no matter what happens.” 

To a degree, she knows that’s a lie. There are plenty of packs out there that will banish Tyler and any other hybrid that is made in the coming months because of the rivalry between the creatures that the hybrids are made of. But she also knows that for every pack that will turn them away, there’s one that won’t. There’s always someone, even if it’s just one person, and she’s willing to be that person for Tyler, or for any other hybrid that goes through the loss of their pack. 

“It’s a shame you’ve never known what that’s like,” She says, leaning forward to set her own cup of tea down, a mirror of his actions a moment ago. “Unwavering loyalty and trust, and a sense of family that never goes away. You may think that Tyler has no one, but I will always be here for him, just as I was his uncle.” 

Something defensive passes through his face and he stands abruptly, making her tilt her head back to maintain eye contact with him. 

Klaus leans down into her space, and they glare at each other with a surprising amount of vitriol that neither one of them feels is even genuine. 

“You can cling to your idea of family all you want, but it won’t change the fact that Tyler isn’t just a werewolf anymore. And as much as you may want to deny it, you can’t help him anymore just like you couldn’t help his poor uncle,”

He stands upright again, looking at her almost accusingly. “But since it’s causing no harm to me, I suppose there’s no real reason to make you give up this desperate mission. I wish you the best of luck, dear, truly,” 

He doesn’t wait for a response from her before he leaves, and after her initial anger and embarrassment wears off, she realizes he never even talked to Tyler like she assumed he came here to do in the first place. 

────── 

Mystic Falls has never felt like a smaller town. She’s never run into someone so many times when all she wants to do is avoid them. 

It’s like all of the sudden, since that very first night she saw Klaus Mikaelson, he’s everywhere. He’s in Tyler’s house, because the newly-made hybrid suddenly worships him. He’s in her dreams. She can’t escape him. 

Even now, sitting in a corner booth at the Mystic Grill, he’s suddenly there, sitting across from her like an old friend catching up for lunch. 

Immediately, her face twists in disgust. “Klaus.” 

He smiles in the face of her adversity, and says her name with a fondness of unknown origins. She almost feels insane, looking at him with any degree of civility. 

“What do I owe this visit to?” 

“I’m curious about something and I’m hoping you’ll humor me,” 

“Interesting start,” She huffs, taking a sip of her drink beside her. “What on earth could you possibly be curious enough about that you have to ask me?” 

“You, of course,” 

She swallows roughly, nearly choking as she looks at him in surprise. “Me?” 

The hybrid nods, smirking at her reaction. 

“What… What do you want to know about me?” 

He leans forward on the table, looking at her as she suddenly avoids his eyes, unwilling to admit that she’s feeling heat rise in her chest. “Why is it you aren’t banding together with those bumbling idiots to get rid of me, hm?” 

“Oh,” She breathes out, face turning solemn for a moment as she looks down at the tabletop. “I don’t– I don’t have any reason to want to get rid of you, really. I don’t necessarily like you, but you haven’t hurt Tyler in any permanent way so… I guess I’m just not really worried about it.” 

When she finally meets Klaus’s gaze again, there’s something shocked and unexpectedly warm in his blue eyes that makes her own soften. 

“Is it really that simple?” 

She falls silent for another moment, picking nonsensically at her nails. “They killed my friend.” 

She looks back up at him, sighing. “Mason Lockwood. Tyler’s uncle. He came here because of Katherine– she was looking for the moonstone so she could break that stupid curse that you made up. And they killed him for it,” She shakes her head, anger seeping into her voice. “They’re irrational. And if I’ve learned anything about this life, it’s that being irrational gets people killed.” 

Klaus hums lowly. “You are right about that.” 

Heaving a heavy sigh, she looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “What do you want from me, Klaus? I’m not picking sides here– I’m going to protect Tyler until it kills me, and that’s all. So what do you want from me?” 

He observes her for a moment and she doesn’t falter beneath his stare, if only out of spite. 

“Perhaps,” He starts. “I just want to know you.” 

Something fragile breaks on her face and she shows just a little bit more of that vulnerability to him in this new space between them. “What’s so interesting about me that Klaus Mikaelson wants to know me?” 

His eyes search her face, lost. “I don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll let me find out,” 

She lets out a breath, quiet, and admittedly flattered. 

A smile pulls at her lips, bashful in a way she isn’t used to. She allows it to spread across her face and beneath Klaus’s gaze, she feels like a blooming rose being adored. It makes her feel things she’s nowhere near ready to admit to herself, or anyone else. “I think we can work something out.” 

Klaus’s returning smile takes her breath away. It feels new, and wonderful. 

[cancerian-woman]

Do u think what Kelly Donovan did to Tyler counts as SA

he was 17 and very drunk and she was a grown woman

I’ve seen people say it doenst count though like huh

Tyler being disliked in the fandom ties into how they feel on what happens to him. Kelly Donovan was the adult in the situation and 100% took advantage. Tyler is the same age as her children to really put it in perspective. She should’ve refused and controlled the situation. She is an adult, there is no excuses.

People say it doesn’t count because Tyler consented to it. Tyler’s a male, she’s an older woman so it should be seen as “sexy.” Sexual assault isn’t taken very seriously by the TVDU fandom because TVDU never wants to call it as it is. They rather sweep it under the rug.

Marcel and Rebekah are another example of when the woman needed to set boundaries versus taking advantage of the male. It’s Rebekah though and no one wants to call her a groomer but she looks like one when Marcel met her as a child and has had feelings for her since then. In none of Marbekah scenes with child!Marcel does Rebekah ever refuse Marcel’s advances. Katherine assaulted Stefan but that is glossed over.

Women are just as capable of being sexual predators.

[drakoneve]

The Vampire Diaries Universe Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

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[thequeenofneverland1]

The Hope of the Mikaelsons family Part two

Summary: Y/n and Klaus deepen their bond as they spend the day painting together at Klaus's mansion. Caroline tries to reassure Elena and the others about Klaus's character, emphasizing that he has changed since his daughter's disappearance. Meanwhile, Marcel contacts the others to discuss the surprising news about Caroline's younger sister, Y/n, who shares the same name and age as Hayley’s missing daughter.

"Hey, I'm here, sorry for being late." Carolina sat on a chair next to Elena

"What took you guys so long? " Elena asks but she noticed you were not here "Wait, where's Y/n?"

"She's with Klaus." Carolina smiles

"Klaus Mikaelson is here?" Bonnie asked shocked

"Yes." Caroline nods with a smile

"Why did you leave Y/n with him? He's dangerous. " Elena says worried about your safety

"Come on, you know he changed."

"Do you really believe that he did?" Elena asks

"You know that he changed for his daughter." Caroline answers

"But sadly she got taken away."

"If he didn't change he would be after you Elena." Caroline looks over at Elena

"You're probably right Caroline that he has changed. " Elena smiles

"Believe me he did and I know for sure he wouldn't hurt Y/n. " Caroline smiles, knowing that she can trust Klaus with you

"So where are we going?" You asked Klaus

"To my Mansion I hope your sister doesn't mind." Klaus smiles

"Can we paint?" You asked with your puppy eyes

"Of course love." Klaus grabs your hand

"Rebekah, your family and you need to come to Mystic falls. " Marcel says, though the phone

"Why did something happen?" Rebekah asked worried

"No, but something might happen. I can't tell you over the phone it has to be in person." Marcel answers

"Fine, we'll be there tomorrow." Rebekah ends up

Marcel walks into the living room to find Klaus and you painting, "she loves painting just like you."

Klaus smiled "Yes, she does."

"As much as I love shopping, we have to be done, I need to go get my sister from Klaus." Caroline took out her phone to call Klaus "hey where are you guys?"

"We're at my Mansion painting Why?"

"It's time to go home, see you in three.”

"No, it's fine, I'll bring her home."

"Klaus I don't think it's a good you know how's my mother."

"I know, but Y/n is having so much painting."

"Fine, bring her home before 7."

"I should will."

"So?"

"I guess we can go on and shop again."

"Why did Marcel call you?" Freya asked

"He wants us to go to Mystic falls because he needs to tell us something." Rebekah says

"I can't leave New Orleans, I still need to look for my daughter." Hayley tells Rebekah

"I know Hayley but he wants us to go to Mystic falls." Rebekah tells Hayley

"Is it really that important that he couldn't tell you over the phone?" Kol asked

"Klaus probably did something stupid." Elijah said

"Who knows but we're leaving tomorrow."

Klaus was walking you to your house "love I had so much fun today."

"I did too. could we do it again?"

"Of course."

Your sister opened the door with a smile "thank you so much for bringing her home safely."

"Of course Caroline we had so much fun today."

"I'm glad that you both did."

"Bye love, have a good night. " Klaus gave you a kiss and a hug as Caroline give him a sad smile

"Bye Caroline."

"Bye Klaus."

It's been a long drive for the Mikaelson siblings and Hayley but at least they were in Mystic falls already

"Thank you guys for coming. " Marcel welcome them

"Now tell us what you couldn't tell me over the phone." Rebekah tells Marcel

"Caroline has a small sister." Marcel tells them

"And?" Kol rolls his eyes

"What does that have to do with us?" Rebekah asks

"You made us come here just to tell us that Klaus's girlfriend has a sister." Kol crossed his arm

"Klaus has been hanging out with her so much she loves painting just like Klaus now they're painting buddies." Marcel says

"I'm confused when did Caroline have a sister?" Freya asked

"Probably she was hiding her from the drama and the supernatural that's going on." Hayley answers

Marcel gives Hayley a sad look "Hayley I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? " Hayley asked, confused

"For what I'm going to say her name is also Y/n and she's also five years old just like your-"

"Just like my daughter. " Hayley says sadly "I want to meet her so take me with her

"She'll be here in a few minutes."

minutes later They heard a door open

"They're here."

Klaus and you walked into the living room, Klaus was shocked to see his family here

"Hey. " Klaus greets making everyone to turned around to face Klaus and you they gave you a shock stare

"Meet Y/n forbes." Klaus smiles

"Hey little one. " Everyone smiles at you

"Hey Klaus, can I talk to you? " Hayley asks

"Can it wait?" Klaus says

"No."

"Fine Y/n stay here I'll be back."

"Why didn't you tell me about Y/n?" Hayley asks hurt

"Because I didn't wanted you to think that she's our daughter." Klaus tells Hayley sad

"I know, but I deserve to know about her. I wanted to go back to New Orleans, but I'm going to stay just in case."

"I don't know if Marcel told you but she loves painting. She's a professional at painting." Klaus smile

"Yeah, he told us." Hayley laughs, "I didn't know that Caroline has a sister."

"I didn't know either, but Caroline told me Y/n was living with some family In New York because Caroline and their mother wanted her away from the drama and to keep her safe."

"Interesting."

"I know right but anyways let's go back to the living room."

Klaus and Hayley went back to the living room to see that you started already painting

Hayley looks at you "She's a good painter."

Klaus nodded "you should see her drawings as well, she's making beautiful drawings."

"Klaus come here and paint with me." You said

"I'll be right there in a second." Klaus tells you

Hayley went to sit on the couch with Freya and Rebekah as kol and Marcel were watching Klaus and you paint

"Are you ok Hayley?" Freya asks, worry

"I don't know if I'm?" Hayley answers

"What's wrong?" Rebekah asked

"I don't know, but I feel a connection with Y/n she's just like Klaus, they both love painting." Hayley says

"I feel it too. There's something about her and we're going to figure it out."

"Ok painters come here and take a break Elijah baked cookies for us to enjoy." Freya said, smiling at you

"Yay cookies I love cookies." You jump up and down happily

"Here's your milk sweetie." Hayley handed you your glass of milk

"Thank you, could we watch a Disney movie?"

"Of course love what movie do you want to watch?"

"I want to watch Encanto."

You lay between Klaus and Hayley as the Mikaelsons and Marcel smiled at the image of the three of you that they decided to take a picture to have it as a memory

By the time the movie ended you fell as sleep with both Klaus and Hayley holding you as they slept as well, everyone were sleeping not waking up as Klaus phone kept ringing

"There's bad news Sheriff Forbes."

"What is it?"

"The Mikaelsons are back in town."

[countrymusiclover]

22 - Three Words Longed For

Part 23

Gemini Runaway

Warning - mature content in this chapter. 18 +, don't read past the red warning if you are not comfortable

Tag list ask to be added @secretdreamlandmentality ( @dragonixfrye ) - thank you for helping write this chapter. Please go check out her books on Wattpad.

Blinking my eyes opened I immediately screamed bolting from the bed throwing around everything I could with my magic. The glass of the window shattered against my hands and I broke every light in the room. “I’m gonna kill him….I don’t care if it kills me. Agrrrh!”

Someone vamped into the room where I shot my hand forward seeing Bex grabbing her head wincing at me. “Rae!”

“Bex, I…I’m sorry.” I quickly dropped my arm not meaning to hurt her. Clutching my hands into fists immediately crying knowing that I will never hear him say name ever again.

She reached up with her hand squeezing my shoulder, holding in tears herself. “Raelyn, I’m sorry for not letting you kill the history teacher when you had the chance….especially since he got killed anyway when Elena went over the bride and died. It should have been you to take him down.”

“It wouldn’t bring him back though. He will still be dead regardless of what I do. But I don’t understand why I’m not dead myself…” I throw my hands up sniffing tears walking away from her and picking up the drawing of Jacob.

"What are you talking about?" The blonde asks confused.

Turning to face her I held out my left hand with the ring on it. "I performed a link spell and connected my life to your brother. So that I didn't have to bother worrying about me dying and killing my whole Coven. But I should be dead right. Or maybe my mother tricked me into thinking that we were linked but really we weren't at all."

"Hey, we will figure this out together. You and I will leave this town and find another witch to give us the answer." She takes my other hand in hers, spinning the ring on my finger with her thumb. "I hate to say this but he would want you to move on and live your life."

Bex and I headed downstairs to begin packing until she noticed his drawing before suddenly throwing all of them and other things on the floor, angrily when Damon arrived. “You should know better than to sneak up on a lady.”

Damon joked at her. “Good advice. Have you seen one?”

Rebekah turns to face him. “Tragic about Elena. Not to make the gray cloud grayer, but does Matt even have automobile insurance?” She turns her back on him and he rushes over her with a stake. She stops him and catches his arm then twists his wrist so he releases the stake.

Grabbing his wrist that she was holding he winced when I got up in his face. "How the hell are you still alive, jackass!"

"Uh…apparently I wasn't a part of his sire line." He moaned until I heard something shoot through the window where he broke away from us. Suddenly Rebekah is shot through the window and I ducked down quickly dodging a bullet only for a dart to get launched into my back where I collapsed onto the floor with her.

The next time I opened my eyes we were in a moving truck where I saw Caroline and Rebekah tied up across from me. Rebekah looks at her restraint. “Vervain ropes. Looks like Alaric outed us all to the council.” Caroline responded to her.

"They won’t hold us for long, Dissero.” I attempted to do a spell but nothing happened meaning that my connection to siphon Klaus’s strength even when he wasn’t with me was gone.

Rebekah scoffed. “The council... What exactly do they think they can do to me?” Suddenly, the truck is hit by something. The truck rolls over various times and finally stops with them on their backs and my legs are dangling.

I grunted seeing the door get flung open seeing Tyler still alive. "Oh you've got to be kidding me. You still get to be alive!"

Caroline gasped. “Tyler?”

Tyler responded climbing in the truck breaking Caroline’s seatbelt. “I'm harder to kill than you think…..little siphon.” He snapped my restraints catching my limp body when it fell into his arms where I push away from him landing on my knees not wanting to be around someone who helped killed my boyfriend.

Caroline started crying happily. “You're alive? Tyler, you're alive!”

Tyler pulled me up to my feet grabbing a hold of Caroline’s hand too about to leave. “No time. Come on. We got to go.”

Rebekah asked. “ Wait, what about me?”

Tyler glanced over his shoulder gently pushing us outside the door but I could still hear what he said, making me confused as to why he called her that. “Keep 'em busy, little sister.”

Caroline and Tyler are kissing when I bend my knees attempting to catch my breath once we had vamped into the woods. “I never thought I'd see you again! I don't get it. How are you alive?”

“This is going to sound incredible, but…” She kisses him and he drives her against another tree with his speed and they're still kissing. She removes his jacket and his shirt and they kiss again.

“Easy, love. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong equipment….and definitely wrong person.” Tyler shook his head trying to push her away focusing his gaze on me.

“You're miraculously alive. We're fugitives on the run. All signs point to hot hybrid vampire sex.” She removes her jacket and kisses him. Pushing him against a tree and removing her top until she realized something. “Did you just call me "love"?”

Tyler smirked at her. “I don't know, love. Did I?”

Caroline shoved him until he pushed her back coming in my direction when I finally stood upright. “What the hell did you do to Tyler?”

“Stay the hell away from me, Lockwood. I am on the verge of killing the people who murdered the hybrid I cared for. And I am already short one person since he got killed already. If you don’t want to be first I suggest you step back!” I threatened him holding up my right to him breathing heavily fighting the urge to not use the death spell on him.

He kept walking up to me grabbing the sides of my head showing me one of my favorite moments with Klaus when we weren’t together yet. “Trust me, little siphon queen.”

“I can’t believe my mother didn’t tell me that she was still talking with my uncle who wants me dead. I can’t take anymore people lying to me!” I paced in front of the fireplace with Klaus sitting on the couch drinking a glass of blood.

He sat it down rising to his feet snagging my wrist gently holding me in place. “Raelyn, there is something you must know. I will never lie to you, ever you have my word.”

“Thanks…you’ve actually already kept your word. You always keep me in the loop of whatever insane madness that comes your way. And I greatly appreciate it, Klaus.” I drew my hand forward, his wrist holding his hands in mine.

He smiled downward at me. “Call me Nik.”

“Nik why, I thought only Bex did that?”

He nodded yes but raised a hand to my face softly running his thumb over my cheek. “That is true. But you have allowed me to call you Rae. So I am extending the same honor to you.”

“I gladly accept the offer, Nik.” I smiled leaving the room where he watched me walk away genuinely smiling.

Pushing his hands away from my head I began sobbing uncontrollably staring at the teenage hybrid in front of me. “Nik, you’re….you’re alive. That’s….that’s how I am not dead. The ring…our link…it all still remains.”

Caroline started gagging at us throwing her clothes back on. “Oh, my God. You're Klaus! You're disgusting! Raelyn I’m happy for you, but give me my boyfriend back before you two start having hybrid sex please.” She vamped us leaving the two of us alone.

“Rae, let me explain what happened. I’m sorry you had to think I was dead but I couldn’t reveal my plan-” He started explaining until I held up my hand cutting him off.

“Save it. You broke your promise to me. You lied to me. Now I am going back to the mansion when you’re back in your own body then come find me.” Turning on my heels throwing my hair in his face he didn’t move to stop me knowing he needed to get back in his own body before you two spoke again.

Sitting in my bedroom in the mansion I could hear someone shouting downstairs when it finally became nightfall. Shuffling as quickly as I could off the bed I ran down the staircase. My heart was banging in my chest with so much excitement and anger that Klaus was actually alive. Rebekah was the voice that I heard. "How dare you save Caroline and Raelyn over me!"

Klaus teased her when I pushed the set of doors open in front of me. Hello, brother, I thought you were dead. So pleased you're not."

Rebekah's voice croaked. "You left me."

Klaus laid some blood bags down, turning to her. "I only had time to save one of you and you can't be killed. Raelyn and I are now linked together so I couldn’t let her get killed for the sake of her supposed Coven called the Gemini. As for Caroline she is one of her closest friends and she would be heartbroken if she died. Rest assured, I had a worse day than you. I think it's time for us to move on, find some more werewolves."

"I love Rae and don't want her to die. But you could have freed me after you did her. Because in case you didn't realize she's not the only one who gives a crap about you!" She has tears in her eyes. "I mourned you! My heart broke thinking I'd never see you again!"

Running through the mansion I found the pair arguing where I shouted between them. "Niklaus! We need to talk alone now." I couldn't believe that I had to nearly die and he didn't say a word to me.

"Rae, Rae, Raelyn please give me a chance to explain." He followed my heels until we were back in one of the upstairs rooms where I raised my right hand into a fist slamming the door shut.

Spinning on my feet I immediately started crying when my gaze met his blue eyes. "You are a freaking liar. You promised me before we faced Alaric that we would make it out together. That nothing would separate us and I had to watch you get staked through the heart!"

"Raelyn-" He trailed off.

Throwing my hands away from my sides I cut my hybrid boyfriend off, not really in control of my emotions at the moment causing the whole bedroom to lose power then for it all to come back on. "No you don't get to speak until I am finished. When we first met I told you that I hadn't experienced any of my firsts and now they have almost all been with you. My first date, my first kiss, my…my heart belongs to only you. I had to feel you die and be powerless to stop it." Holding up my hand with the linked hybrid blood ring on my left hand. "Now that we are linked as one forever and always I didn't think that I would have to watch the man that I deeply care for….that consumes my very being….that pulled me back from the grief of winning the Merge and killing my brother without knowing….and above all the man that I can say I love whole heartily but apparently you didn’t feel the same otherwise you would have told me your plan to die and come back in the body of one of your hybrids!"

"I do love you, Raelyn Lane!!! I completely and utterly love you no matter if you come from the Gemini Coven that calls you an abomination for being a witch born without her own magic." Klaus vamped forward and gently grabbed me by my shoulders almost to the point of crying himself. "There wasn't enough time to tell you my plans before the Salvatore's betrayed me and made my heart literally stop beating. But don't think for a moment that I didn't feel the same way about you that you do about me."

Sniffing through heavy tears I clutched my hands into fists at my sides. My whole body was struggling to not just collapse into his arms. "Nik, I…I love you. And I never imagined that I would find someone who loved me…even after I was forced to accidentally kill my brother and take on his entire personality alongside my own crazy mind. So you will never know how much it means to me."

"Oh I believe I do, Rae." He moved one of his upward cradles to the side of my cheek in his palm when I leaned into it. "I was raised by a brute of a father as you know. Who called me a bastard and never accepted what I was because I didn't share his blood. And I thought I would forever be alone until you walked into the Grill that night and magically threw me against the wall just for asking your name."

I chuckled, snorting a little at the memory looking back on our first interaction. When I was just a traumatized witch on her own. "Geez I forgot about that. I'm honestly sorry about that." Wiping away some tears that now had turned into happy ones.

"I'm not, Raelyn. It makes me smile at the thought of seeing you as a queen from the very beginning. A queen fit for a king." He smirked, stepping closer where our chests were pressed almost against one another.

Lifting my gaze up for a moment I shuttered feeling nervous by the way that he was looking at me that way. We weren't hiding our desire for each other but he repeatedly kept telling me we didn't have to rush into anything. Yet it was eating away at me not to jump right in. "Before we get any further in this relationship I have to ask. Are you holding yourself back from sleeping with me because I am a virgin?"

"Raelyn, I don't want to push you into something you wished you had waited on. I would wait ten years, a hundred or even another thousand years if you said so, love. Because I love you more than the moon and the stars." He declares holding the other side of my face now giving me the most genuine smile I had ever seen matching the bright glow that was coming from his blue eyes so focused on me.

Running my fingers up his chest I grabbed the fabric of his black shirt leaning up on my toes with my lips hovering over his. "You aren’t pushing me to do anything, Klaus. You never will and I am tired of waiting. I'm tired of running from my insane Coven family. I'm not waiting any longer to get what I want in my life."

“And what do you want, my siphon queen?" He asked in a soft tone. "Say the word Raelyn Lane and I shall give you whatever your heart desires."

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him quickly but softly breaking the kiss and feeling him lean into it immediately. "Make love to me, Klaus Mikaelson."

He smiled at me softly brushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear, “ Your wish is my command.”

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I let out a yelp when he lifted me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back passionately and vamp sped into his room. Opening the door, he walked towards the bed and dropped me down to the bed. My back hit the soft silk sheets before I rose up from the bed staring at him softly and brought a hand to his cheek stroking it softly.

He leaned into my touch and brought my fingers to his lips, kissing them softly for a moment before releasing them. Standing tall, he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground. My heart began to beat for a second as I stared at him, my eyes directed down to his muscular chest, and blushed at the sight.

I averted my eyes with my hands covering them quickly and tried to contain my blush, he looked up at me and smirked at my reaction. “Oh, my siphon queen there's no need to be shy; you can examine my chest as much as you want to.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do remember. I may be stubborn but that doesn’t mean I know everything.” I pointed out to him where I peeked through my fingers for a split second.

“Don't worry I'll go slow with you.“ He reassured me, grabbing my hand with his. “If you want me to stop at any point just tell me and I will, Raelyn.”

“No, I want to do this.“ I said, wishing my heart would stop beating so rapidly like I was scared.

He took a seat beside her on the bed scanning over her face as if looking for a sign that she wanted to back out and was just pretending but he found no such thing on the siphon witch. “I can make you feel alive."

"You already do. What more can I manage, Nik." I challenged, eyeing him.

He cupped my face, and pressed his lips on hers. They were soft, like the petals of a daisy. He wanted permission to enter, and he was glad his little siphon opened her first gateway. The battle of tongues began, not with words but with their lips it did. She tasted like peaches and apples while he wasn't sure what he tastes like.

My hands started to trace his form, I began to run his fingers up and down his muscular chest softly while I began to feel his hand start to crawl underneath my shirt. He yanked my shirt off my head, throwing it to the ground only once breaking the kiss until I was not able to not joke with him at least once. “I’m surprised you didn’t just tear it in half.”

“That may happen later but not now. You ridiculous little witch.” Shaking his hard at me seeing how my eyes were trailing him.

He glanced down at my clothed beasts staring at them deeply before reaching behind my back and began to unclip the straps off and tear it off me in a split second. I gasped at him instantly reaching a hand to cover my breast, he let out a growl at them pushing my hands away. “ Don’t hide from me, my love you are perfect and all mine.”

"Like what you see, my hybrid " I asked, smirking at him, noticing that he was smirking down at me the entire time. My eyes found that he had a tattoo on the front of his chest that looked like a bird and I knew he had a different one on his back shoulder blade from when I saw him as a werewolf.

"Yes, I do very like it indeed " He smirked before gathering me in his arms and pressed his lips down onto mine while placing his hand on my behind squeezing it gently.

I gasped out, breaking the kiss, " You are quite naughty, darling.”

“I’m a thousand years old, Rae. You tend to learn a few things.” He pointed out to me, making me chuckle at his confidence.

I was feeling quite bold and confident and decided to make the next move. I moved my hands towards his lower area which I started to rub him through his jeans, he let out a low groan at the impact and rocked his hips against my hands. “ Rae.” I smirked at his reaction and began to rub him faster not knowing what came over me. “ When did I suddenly become a whore of some sorts.” I had to think to myself.

I ignored my thoughts continuing with my movements, grunts began to escape his mouth. “Bloody hell, Raelyn.”

I felt his member begin to twist in my hand indicating he was close. I kept on with my movements until he pushed my hand away. I stared at him with a questionable look, “Why are you pushing me away?”

He grabbed my face into his hands and stared at me deeply, “ Because if you keep that up I won’t be able to control myself.” The veins began to appear under his eyes when they flashed the golden color making his desire clear for me.

He pushed me down to the bed gently, towering over me. He grabbed onto one of my breasts and began to massage it gently before leaning down, lowering his lips down to one of my nipples and starting to suck on it. I began to whimper in pleasure asis felt his lips on me, he tugged on it with his teeth gently before switching breasts and doing the same thing. After a while, he pulled away and unbuttoned my jeans sliding it off me down to my legs.

He stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down to his legs before stepping out of them wearing nothing but his boxers. He teared his boxers in a split second, releasing his member. My eyes widened at how big It was and wondered how that would fit inside me.

He knelt down in front of my legs and opened my legs up a bit, he ran his hands up my legs and grabbed at my panties before tearing them off in a second. My eyes widened in shock at him and leaned up on my elbows staring down at him in confusion, "What are you doing "

"Do you trust me “ He asked, glancing up at me.

“With all my heart “ I replied struggling to catch my breath knowing that my heart was racing a mile a minute .

He hovered over me and brought his lips down upon mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced more into the kiss. I felt a hard rock positioned at my lower religion, he placed his member at my center and looked up at me. “ My love, this may hurt for a few minutes, I promise I'll go slowly. Are you sure you want this, I'll stop if you're not ready.”

"No, I want you, “ I said, gripping the bed sheets in my fingers, never moving my gaze from his. “ Please just go gently.”

He nodded and aligned himself against me before thrusting into me softly , I hissed out in pain as I felt him breaking through my wall, tears began to well in my eyes. He let out a groan at how tight his little witch was and how she was squeezing him around her walls, " You feel soo good Raelyn.” He moved slowly against her, I bit down on my lip hard trying to bear through the pain.

Within moments I felt the pain suddenly vanish and began to feel pleasure. I began to move against him and leaned up pressing my lips down upon his. He embraces me back instantly when my fingers dug into his back, drawing blood that would heal later.

He ran his body over every inch of my body he could reach, both of us slick with sweat as he moved against one another, our pants and moans filling the room. He leaned up on his knees and began to thrust his little witch’s at a deeper pace hitting a certain spot inside of her.

"Nik! " I moaned out as his thrust became hard and fast, my boobs began to bounce up and down from the impact and tried to keep up with the rhythm he set but failed and just figured to allow him to be in control..

"Come now, love." He commanded as he pressed his thumb to my clit, circling the swollen flesh until I was crying out incoherently. He watched her in awe , head thrown back, her hair all sweat and wild as a bird nest as he fucked her more harder and faster.

I came moaning out loudly as I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. He came seconds later as I felt him emptying inside of med, both moaning and groaning while they did. He removed from her before laying down beside her trying to catch his breath alongside her. “So did I hurt you too bad. I can give you my blood?”

“I…I’m good just exhausted.” I felt my eyes struggling to stay open until I rolled over onto my side placing my head in the crook of his neck tracing the bird tattoo with my index finger.

Klaus leaned up barely kissing the side of my head running his fingers through my now messy hair watching my chest rise and fall. “Sleep, Raelyn and just now I love you for a thousand years and forever.”

“I’ll love you forever too, Klaus.” I whispered, finally shutting my eyes having the best sleep of my life in the arms of the man and hybrid I loved.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 10

Isaac watches as you and stiles and guy he didn’t know get inside stiles jeep and drew away. You didn’t come in today’s chemistry class you and him are paired up to do upcoming project on organic chemistry for the next week.

“You good man?” Isaac turns to see Danny and Harley walking to towards him to get their bicycle. He node at danny.

“Hey you guys are friend of y/n, right?” he asks danny and Harley, they both node at him

“Yeah, why you ask?” Harley asks him

“It’s for the project, right? You paired up with her right?” danny voiced and Isaac node at him “I tell you what she sucks at organic chemistry and you both need to start now if you want to finish it at least the day before submitting”  

“Yeah, you and her usually get paired right?” Harley question looking at danny he node at her

Isacc frowns “is that why she didn’t come to class today, she doesn’t like chemistry??” danny shrug

“No, I had assignment due today she was helping with it in the library. Sorry” Harley said “I have her number I can give to you”

“No, I have it”

“Well, you better tell her now” danny offers before starting to walk away with Harley

“yeah “

“Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” stiles asked as you and set derek on a chair

“It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Derek tugs his Henley and toss it away

“Why?” you asked

Derek weakly said” Cause I'm gonna die without it.” His face pales

Gagging stiles step away from him “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of...”

Panting derek look down at his wound “When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.”

Exasperatedly stiles look at derek then glance at you with a worried look “Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?”

“no one is going to die; you just hang on till scott comes” you said calmly even though the sight of his arm makes your stomach turn.

Derek glance at you for a moment before standing up “If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort.” And look through the cabins 

“Which is...?”

“One of You are going to cut off my arm.” And toss the cutting machine to the table

 You and stiles look at derek as if he grown two heads groaning “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?” stiles ask

“It'll heal... If it works...”

“Derek just wait okey scott will come we don’t have cut of your arm” he just shook his head you throw your hands in the air

“Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this.”

Derek impatiently looks at stiles “Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” stiles yell he felt like throwing up imagining it “I’m gonna throw up” he gages and flee out the room

“Stiles wait” when you try to follow stiles derek grab your wrist halting you

“You have to cut my arm off” Derek’s face was pale sweating and cloudy eyes you shake your head and derek moan in pain, pulling you closer “if you don’t, I will die”

You take derek face in your hands unknowingly your eyes shifting brightest green that derek ever seen, in haze he got lost when he felt sudden relief from the pain stiles also come in when in when he heard no sound came from the room you turn to stiles “you alright?” stiles node at you

 Derek suddenly turns to side and vomit blood making you and stiles sick to the stomach now you felt like you’re going to puke. Seems like watching gore in movies does not help at all

Gagging at the sight of blood stiles exhale “Holy God, what the hell is that?”

“It's my body... trying to heal itself...” derek look up to you with an unreadable look on his face, internally derek struggle to come up with questions did your eyes really change? The relief and effect of sudden triggering in heal factor caused by you? Did you do it purposefully? Seems like you don’t know? Or was it all his mind playing trick on him

“Well, it's not doing a very good job of it.” 

“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek urgently pushes the saw towards you both you

“Look, honestly, I don't think I can—” panicked stiles look at you

“Just do it!”

“Okey, I’ll do it” you said making stiles sigh. You don’t know where did the came from but you grab the saw and look at derek he gives you a node and Shakely take a breath 

 “Oh, my God.... All right, here we go... hold him steady” you ask stiles and he move to derek side and close his eyes shut as you bring the saw down to his arm

The sound of scott yelling your name make you pause stiles yell his name out loud, scott came to the room and stunned to see you standing with a saw in hand as stiles hold derek arms down on the table

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Cutting his arm off” you said with a smile

“Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!” stiles said joyously

“Did you get it?” derek ask

“What are you gonna do with it?” you and stiles ask at same time

“I’m gonna... I'm gonna...” he weakly said next thing you know that derek falls unconscious on the ground

“Oh god” you mutter as kneel down next him

“No! No, no, no, no...”

“Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!” panic settle in the three of you

“Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“Clam down stiles, scott did you get the bullet?” you ask as you lightly tap on derek cheeks to wake him up “wake up Derek? Dude wakes up”

“I can't reach it!” scott anxiously said

“He's not waking up...” stiles said look at in panic “what do we do?”

You now aggressively start to tap his cheeks.  “Come on...”

“I think he's dying... I think he's dead!” stiles yell at scott

“Just hold on! Come on...” scott let his nails grow and try to grasp the bullet “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

  “Please don't kill me for this.” Muttering stiles hit derek on his face as you watch in half in amusement and anxiously. But it did the work derek wake up as stiles shake his hand in pain. You and scott pull up derek

“Give me—" derek take the bullet from scott’s hands and break down the bullet, letting it lit he takes the that and rubbed in wound, you three watches with wide eyes as the wound completely heal up all the blood and darkened vein disappears.

“That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!” stiles cheers throwing his hands up

“Are you okay?” scott asks

“Well, except for the agonizing pain...” derek sarcastically said making you frown at his attitude, derek groan at your judgmental eyes and sighs “I’ll live”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health...”

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything—” scott said after the conversation with argent family he is conflicted where there he should trust, clearly alison doesn’t know her family business is werewolf hunting. kate maybe after anyone who associated with derek then again, she kind of suspicious of him, you are already in her raider and it won’t do you no good

“You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

You and stiles sigh as the two bickers “guys we talked about it can we not fight again”

“I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

“What do you mean?” scott asked puzzled and glance back at you and stiles.

“What are we doing here?” scott asks as you and him back behind derek, stiles didn’t want to come as he felt nauseous, scott not so subtlety asked you to come with him  

“Who is he?”

“My uncle-- Peter Hale.”

“Is he... like you? A Werewolf?”

“He was. Now, he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor.” Derek turns peters to towards while scott gasp at peters half burned side you watch it silently

“So... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?” scott asks you grip his wrist silently pleading to don’t say anything stupid

“Cause they're the only ones that knew about us!” you wince at derek’s angered voice

“Well, then... they had a reason...” awkwardly he answers glancing at you, you shake your head at him making him frown 

 Scotts words only made derek more annoyed and angered that much clear “Like what? You tell me what justifies this. They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do”

“What are you doing? How did you get in here?”

“We were just leaving.” Derek grab both off you and exit the building. You three get into the elevator with silently. You pinch scott in his arm and point to derek who watching you two through the reflection. 

Apologies you mouthed to scott eyes narrow at derek, derek watch the two with frown, God the three of you are stupid. Scott shook his head you lightly hit him and glare at him making him sigh

“I’m sorry for being insensitive about what happened” scott earns a proud smile from you as derek look at him with blank face. You give him a thumbs up to continue “like we talked earlier we both need each other, so let’s not fight more”

“Yeah, lets starts with breaking up with alison” derek state

“Derek, she doesn’t know anything about what her family does. Why should I break up with her?”

“You are a werewolf and if she is not her family is hunters that’s why” derek walk out the elevator and you and scott follow him.

“Alright can we all stop for moment” you said when you all get out everyone’s eyes ears “you guys we are going back to circles here. I thought its clear that we need each other. So let stop the fighting. Can I talk to you in private?’” you ask scott he node at you glance back at derek “don’t vanish we have to talk”

You look at scott with tired eyes “I hate to say this but scott you are acting like entitled prick here” scott gasp at this derek also surprised at your admission but you quick to continue “what were you thinking when he was literally dying, he is an asshole but we can’t dismiss his life as if it was not valuable at all. What happened to derek family was not okey, and if that’s happened to you would you able to handle that all alone” scott look down in shame you are right and that’s hurt you take his hands in yours “I’m not blaming you for the way you handling things, I’m just asking what if in derek place its you and you lost mom and us because of the argents wouldn’t you be hold grudge against them” he node at you “that’s just it is, and now you are turned by this alpha that we know nothing about and your bloodlust and all we needed derek, you need derek,scott and I thinking its time we all accept that fact”

“Yeah?” you ask him one more time swinging your interlocked fingers

“yeah”

“Come here” you open your arms to hug him, scott bring his hands down your waist holding on tight, he tucks his face in crock of your neck closing his eyes and let out a sigh. You run your hands through his hair letting out a chuckle “what would you do without me”

He smiles into your hair “probable die”

Derek watch as you both share your affection towards each other with a bitter sweet feeling, he doesn’t remember when someone hugged him with pure love and affection. Seeing you, stiles and scott share pure innocent affections remained him all things he could have if he all the bad things didn’t happen in his life. He embarrassed to be envy of them.

“Are you both finished?”

You glance at derek with a cheeky smile “why do you want one?”

“don’t make me throw up again” he glares at you but you just smile back to him annoying him further

“Anyway, wanna tell us who shot you?” you ask crossing your arms Infront of your chest

“Kate argent” derek said voice lased with venom dripping before nodding at you “the one who meet the other day”

Your eye wide as well as scotts “you meet her?”

“Yeah, she is kind a creepy” you shudder involuntarily “did she suspect you or anything when you were at the argents?”

“Well, it was pretty…. Intense to say the least”

“So now that you’re not dead, what are you gonna do other than threaten us” derek give you unimpressed glance before glancing at scott.

“You will help me find the alpha”

Scott perplexed at this frown “how??”

“Yeah, he can’t we properly control himself, how are you going to do that?”

“that’s I will teach you how, and you will lead me to him that’s all you need to know now” with that he gone without any other words.

“That guy needs to work on his communication skill” you shook your head.

“So how did you meet kate?”

“After dropping of mo.…. Your mom food, I saw them outside the hospital” nonchalantly you answer scott give you smug smile “what?”

“You know you can call her mom right. I wouldn’t mind and I’m sure she would be delighted too” a boyish grin was plastered on his face. He knows you see his mom as mother figure and she treated you such as the same with stiles, but you where special to her, she loved painting your nails and dressing you up and doing your hair all the little things. But you being you afraid of losing what you have never tried to break the boundaries.

You roll your eyes at him “whatever, I’m going home now”  

“Yeah, I’m going to check on mom then” he emphasized the word with a cheeky smile.

Bonnie goes to her grandmother the incident at the carwash shocked bonnie to the core, she could have hurt someone. Bonnie looks for you but doesn’t find you she doesn’t know how to tell you this would you be afraid of her? Will you treat her differentially. But you said there is supernatural out there she was skeptical even if saw the marks she was clinging to the normal life as much she can but now, she feels like it’s all over something new coming. Maybe you and grams where right from the start she might me a witch. 

Bonnie look at her grams with desperation “I don't know what's happening to me.”

“I know, dear.” She embraces bonnie running hands down her back

“Oh, Grams.”

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If I start writing for TVDU would you guys be interested or have any request? I've been a huge fan of TVDU forever, I love the characters and everything lol. My request box is open for TVDU and (specifically The Originals, I love the Mikaelson family)

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if you are taking prompts but I would love to see one where Everyone is trying to get klaus and Caroline together and Klaus falls for Caroline right away and everyone knows. She could be in denial and keep refusing him but has a soft spot for him as she gets to know him. And maybe he overhead a conversation recently saying she isn’t interested in him and never will be, and he is really hurt cause he always had good intentions but over time she realizes she 's falling for him and tries to try to tell him and he is always trying to be respectful and not push her? So basically lots of denial on Caroline’s part and mutual pining!

Disclaimer: This is pure fluff. I do not own the rights of TVDU.

“I don’t know about this, Damon.”

“Come on, Elena, this is the only way to do it.”

“No, it isn't,” Bonnie says sharply. “We are not locking Caroline in a room with a sadistic murderer.”

“But he’s her sadistic murderer.”

“Stop it, Damon,” Bonnie snaps. “Klaus is dangerous. He could hurt her—”

“Bon Bon, you know I love you, but we both know Klaus wouldn’t harm a single hair on Blondie’s pretty head.”

“Don’t call her that, Damon,” Stefan says, rubbing his temples, and Damon shrugs. Stefan turns to Bonnie, “Look, we both know that Caroline wouldn’t get in a room with Klaus on her own. The only way to get them together is to do it against—”

“Against her wishes?” Elena asks, raising an eyebrow. “Do you hear yourself, Stefan?”

“Listen, Caroline’s not oblivious to the fact that he likes her. And she’s not subtle, either. We know she likes him too—”

“Supposedly,” Bonnie grumbles.

“God, stop being such a buzzkill, Bon Bon. And even if we do lock them together, it’s not like they’ll be bored or anything,” says Damon, wiggling his eyebrows. “I thought we agreed to put food and condoms—”

“No,” Bonnie snaps. “No, that’s where I draw the line. No condoms.”

“Bonnie—” Stefan starts.

“No,” Bonnie says firmly. “And Elena’s on my side, aren’t you, Elena—Elena?”

Elena shrugs and looks at her knees. “I don’t know, Bonnie…Caroline does seem to like him, remember the Mikaelson Ball—”

“That’s because she had to go with him!” Bonnie screeches. “Out of obligation!”

“Then what was with the sappy looks they kept throwing each other while they were dancing?”

Bonnie says nothing.

“Okay, fine,” Stefan sighs. “We’ll do this democratically. Those in favour of locking Klaus and Caroline in a room with food and condoms and only releasing them until they’ve had sex, say aye.”

“Aye,” chorus Damon, Stefan, and Elena. Bonnie stubbornly crosses her arms.

“No.”

“But, Bonnie—”

“No.”

OOO

“He’s the most irritating person I've ever met!” Caroline screeches, and Bonnie winces. “And I try. I try, and try, and try, to be nice, to cooperate, but does he care? Nooo. It’s always me who has to compromise, me who has to put up with his bullshit. I can't believe I ever actually liked him. I never would’ve dated him, if I had known he was going to be such a pain in the ass—”

“Why don’t you just break up with him?”

“I did,” Caroline growls. “But then he came running back with his fucking werewolf tail between his legs, saying, come on, Care, remember how good we were together?”

“Did you say no?” asks Bonnie, biting into her sandwich.

“Yeah,” Caroline fumes. “But he won't leave me alone—”

“He’s stalking you?” Bonnie asks sharply. “Care—”

“No, he isn't stalking me,” Caroline sighs, taking a bite of her pasta. “He blames me.”

“Blames you? For what?”

“For Klaus,” Caroline grumbles, and Bonnie’s stomach turns. “He says we were just fine before he came to town. Just because Klaus has this creepy fascination with me, Tyler thinks it’s my fault. I didn’t ask for this!”

“Just tell him you and Klaus had nothing, and then tell him to fuck off. It’s not his business anyway.”

Caroline’s gaze drops to her pasta, and Bonnie narrows her eyes. “Caroline? You can tell him that you and Klaus had—”

“He’s nice,” Caroline bursts out, and Bonnie clenches her teeth. “He’s really nice. Klaus, I mean. He—he’s different than I thought he’d be.”

“What do you mean, different? He’s a murderer, Care.”

“So are Stefan and Damon,” says Caroline, biting her lip. “So am I.”

“Care, you're different.”

“Yeah, I know I am,” Caroline snaps. “I don’t like killing people. I kill when it’s necessary to save you guys. Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he’s nice to me.”

“Because he wants to get into your pants.”

“…yeah. I guess.”

OOO

“NIK!”

Klaus growls irritably. “What do you want, Bekah?”

“I want to go to the Mystic Grill again to see Matt, and Kol keeps threatening to eat him.”

“What do you want me to bloody do about it?”

“Dagger Kol,” Rebekah suggests, shrugging. “Obviously, I'd prefer it if you didn’t, but maybe just tell him to stay put?”

“Has Kol ever listened when we tell him to stay put?”

“No. But even when I snap his neck he threatens to just eat Matt when he wakes up and I can't feed Matt my blood or he’d never forgive me.”

“Well, it’s not my bloody problem, is it? Go talk to Elijah.”

“Elijah says we need to sort this out ourselves.”

“Well, I can't say I disagree.”

“Nik,” says Rebekah frustratedly. A light of inspiration suddenly shines on her face. “If you go to the Grill and just feed Matt some of your blood, it wouldn’t be a problem. He hates you anyway.”

“No, Rebekah, I will not give your insipid boyfriend—”

“Don’t call him that,” she snaps.

“Well then, don’t tell me to—”

“Caroline will be there,” Rebekah bursts out. “You know she will. We saw her there fifteen minutes ago.”

Klaus growls at the mention of her name. “That means nothing to me.”

“When I said goodbye to Matt. I told him I'd see him again, you glared in Caroline’s direction. Anyway, I don’t know her that well, but I know she’d appreciate it.”

Klaus makes a non-committal noise.

“Oh, piss off, Nik, don’t even try to pretend to not care. The whole bloody town knows about the crush you have on her—”

“I am not a teenage boy,” Klaus spits out, “to have a crush on a girl.”

“That’s rich, coming from the man who was practically begging her for a date yester—”

Klaus whirls around and flung a paintbrush at her head, which she narrowly dodges. The paintbrush impales the wall, sinking up to its bristles into the plaster, and Rebekah looks at him, unimpressed. “What is it, Nik? Did she reject you too many times?”

“I do not like Caroline,” Klaus hisses. “Now get out before I stab you with a dagger this time. And I promise you, I'll make it hurt.”

“What's got your knickers in a twist?” Rebekah frowns, ignoring the threat. “I'm sure if you just talked to her, Nik—”

“Get out, Rebekah,” Klaus warns, his tone dangerous. “Now.”

With a huff, Rebekah stands up and flounces out of the room. Klaus growls and turns back to the easel, his paintbrush slashing across the canvas.

“Klaus murders people for funsies. And I'm not saying I'm interested in him. I never will be. I'm just saying he’s nice to me.”

“Because he wants to get into your pants.”

“…yeah. I guess.”

Red. Red. Red. More red.

Maroon. Crimson. Scarlet.

The canvas is soon dripping red paint.

For such an intelligent girl, she really was quite daft sometimes.

And that stupid Bennett witch, encouraging and filling Caroline’s head with that nonsense about how he was only nice to her because he wanted to have sex with her.

Love is a vampire’s weakness.

He thought it had been true.

He isn't sure anymore.

OOO

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Caroline mutters as she tugs on her foot.

Who wore fucking high heels after a storm? Stupid people, that’s who.

She and Tyler were broken up, anyway. She doesn’t know why she had gone to that stupid party at his house. But then again, she had been making poor decisions lately.

The result of said decision is staring at her as she tugs on her foot.

“Fucking shoes,” Caroline says through her teeth. They’re her mother’s and Liz is going to kill her for ruining them.

Exaggeration. Probably.

“Caroline?” a voice asks, and Caroline stiffens, turning around slowly, her heartbeat not slowing down at all when she sees her companion.

Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol,” she says, releasing her leg, standing up, and trying to look dignified, which she’s sure she’s failing miserably at since she has her fucking foot four inches deep in mud. “What do you want?”

“Just passing by,” he grins, his smile flashing at her. Caroline is suddenly reminded of Klaus, and how he smiles the same way at her, the same devil-may-care look. “You look like you're in need of some help.”

“Do I?” Caroline grits out. “Well, you're mistaken, since I'm perfectly fine. What are you doing out here, anyway?”

Kol’s grin turns shark-like. “I was just at the nearest pub with a friend.”

“Wow, you people have friends?”

“Kol, Nik just went home—what are you doing with her?” Rebekah Mikaelson’s drawl cuts through the air, her expression turning vicious when she spots Caroline.

Kol ignores her. “As I was telling the lovely Caroline, I was drowning sorrows, see. I've been told a pub is the best place to do that.”

“You don’t look very sorrowful.”

“I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I said I was accompanied by someone? It doesn’t matter, though, since I wasn’t the one elbow deep in a bucket of bourbon. Nik truly has a very good tolerance, although how he managed to drink so much of the revolting alcohol they serve there is beyond me.”

Caroline grunts. “What does he have to be sad about? Original hybrid with an army of slaves, and all.”

Rebekah’s expression turns ugly. “You don’t know Nik at all, and you say such things about him. Perhaps the narrow-mindedness of this town is really starting to seep its way into your conscious as well, Caroline.”

 “You have such a restricted opinion of my brother,” says Kol, the laughter on his face gone. “You think of him as a deadly monster, incapable of even an iota of feeling. Have you ever, for once in your current infinitesimal life, thought you could be wrong?”

Caroline narrows her eyes. “Did he tell you to say that? Is he here?”

Kol flashes over to her, much closer, and even though he is three feet away, Caroline can't help the stab of fear that goes through her heart. “I sometimes wonder how my brother fell for you,” he hisses. “Niklaus has daggered me numerous times over the years, and yes, I loathe him for it, I want revenge, but just because he has committed misdeeds in his life, does not mean he is an unfeeling monster.”

“His misdeeds are murders,” Caroline hisses at Kol. “Thousands of them.”

“And where would you think your kill count stand, I ask you, if you had been alive for more than a thousand years?” Kol asks, raising an eyebrow. “Where would the Salvatores’? Correct me if I'm mistaken, Caroline, but you yourself are a murderer, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” Caroline hisses.

“You're angry at us because you know we’re being truthful,” says Rebekah, flashing over to her along with her brother. “You don’t know how Nik is at all.”

“Nik is a sadistic murderer.”

“You kill people and drain them because you feel peckish. You do that, I do, and Kol does as well. Even Elijah. Even your precious vampire friends.”

Caroline opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

I fancy you. Is that so hard to believe?

Rebekah makes a disgusted sound. “I must say, I honestly thought Nik’s taste was better. Let’s go, Kol.”

Kol says nothing but flashes away silently along with his sister, and Caroline is left standing in the mud, her throat dry.

OOO

Caroline remembers how Klaus had looked at her at the Mikaelson Ball.

I fancy you.

OOO

Caroline remembers Jenna’s face when she had dropped lifelessly to the ground during Klaus’s ritual.

She also remembers the faces of the innocent humans she has drained when she fed on them.

We’re the same, Caroline.

OOO

Caroline still hasn’t thrown away the bracelet and the drawing he has given her.

She can't bring herself to.

OOO

The dress sits in Caroline’s closet in the box it came in.

Sometimes, unconsciously, she feels herself opening her closet just to get a glimpse at it, running her fingers through the fabric.

Her eyes flying to the back of the invitation card every once in a while.

OOO

I fancy you.

Why?

He had sounded incredulous when she had asked him that question. Like he couldn’t believe she would question why anyone would find her beautiful.

OOO

Tyler’s birthday gift to her, the silver bracelet with the wolf charm, sits at the bottom of her jewellery box.

Klaus’s bracelet is in its case in her bedside drawer.

OOO

Hummingbirds are beautiful, Caroline thinks, as Elena gushes about the tattoo of the sparrow she got on her arm for her eighteenth birthday.

She’s turning eighteen soon, even though her face is frozen in time. She’d like a tattoo.

OOO

She has vague memories of Tyler calling her sexy-smart and crazy hot.

You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. I enjoy you.

Klaus thinks she is more than sexy-smart and crazy hot.

OOO

Klaus has dimples, Caroline notices when she sees him smile indulgently at Damon when Damon attempts to threaten him.

She hasn’t noticed.

OOO

She remembers the feel of Klaus’s hand on her hip as they had danced together at the ball.

Firm, but gentle.

Like he had been…hesitant.

He’s an Original. He could’ve compelled her to want him.

He hadn’t.

OOO

She had felt safe with him when he had rescued her from Alaric.

She isn't afraid of him anymore.

OOO

She knows how he had looked at her.

Like she was everything. Like he had felt complete.

I fancy you too.

OOO

Klaus growls when the loud knocking at his door continues even after his numerous attempts at making his visitor flee by making various threats. He flings his paintbrush to the ground and stalks over to the door. “For the last time, I said—”

Caroline stares at him, her expression stricken. “I—I'm sorry. This is just important.”

Klaus’s shoulders relax, before they tense again. “Did your friends send you over to distract me again?” he asks bitterly, turning away from the door, leaving it open. “I can't imagine why, since I have absolutely nothing that—”

Caroline leans over and kisses him, her lips barely brushing his. It lasts for about three seconds.

He is shell-shocked when she draws back, her expression calm. “I've had time to think about this. About you. About me.”

She sucks in a breath. “You're a murderer. I'm a murderer. I'm a monster too. I don’t regret being turned into a vampire. We are the same.”

Klaus stares at her dumbly as she continues speaking. “You were right. I do prefer the girl I am, to the girl I once was. And you are the only person in my life who has ever liked me for who I am. Not for who I was. To be honest, not many people liked me when I was human, either,” she says, laughing softly, running her hands through her hair.

“I—I haven’t been fair with you. I understand if you don’t want me anymore—”

Klaus leans over to Caroline’s and kisses her, and her hands hang in the air beside her shoulders, her eyes wide open. He pulls away almost immediately. “You are beautiful.”

Caroline’s mouth is slightly open, her eyes hazy. “I—I thought you wouldn’t want me anymore. I've been such a bitch to you, and—”

Klaus tucks a strand of hair behind her. “You are also very oblivious.”

She laughs, the sound throaty. Klaus cocks his head at her. “Is this what you came to tell me?”

“No,” she shakes her head, then stops herself. “I mean, yes, but also—I mean, this isn't all I wanted to tell you.”

“What is it, then?”

Caroline’s expression softens as she reaches for his hand. “I fancy you too.”

OOO

Klaus is way too cuddly in this fic but I just couldn’t help myself. I think Kol and Rebekah standing up for their big brother is really cute, so I had to write that.

Hope you liked it! Please review!

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[klausysworld]

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[nikkiruncks]

Just wrote a forwood + rebekah drabble

inspired by these tags by @michaeltrevino

[multiversediaries]

enough.

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: caroline has always been the one everyone prefers and chooses over you. how dare you think klaus would be any different?

warnings: small angst!!!

part count: 2/2

a/n: hi! sorry it took me a while for me to write the second part, but i really hope you guys enjoy it!!! i loved the plot for this, but i truly had the biggest writers block on it, hence the long hiatus :3 but i’m officially back~ please enjoy and take care of me again in the future ^-^

part one

you hugged yourself, as you walked back home from the convenience store near your home. it was a chilly night. mystic falls has always been a cold city, but lately, for you, there hasn’t been a warm day. not ever since your break up with klaus mikaelson.

thinking of klaus was painful, as you remembered that night at the ball. the night you caught him lovingly staring into caroline’s eyes, and kissing her. you both ultimately broke up. well, you decided to call things off. you just couldn’t forgive his betrayal. he knew. caroline has always been a worry in your life. from past relationships to your career, everything was a competition and you always lost. klaus was no exception. it seemed klaus and caroline had actually became a couple after your break up. it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“y/n, please wait just a second. listen to me, dear.” klaus asked desperately, his eyes slowly but surely watering at the realization of what was happening. you held your suitcase close to you, your hand tightening around the handle, trying your hardest not to give in to klaus anymore.

“let me go.” you repeated once again, not daring to meet his eyes anymore.

“y/n, please.” klaus pleaded. “i’m sorry. i truly am. i never intended for this to happen.” he said, his hand trying to hold yours, but you pulled away again. apologies meant nothing. you had nothing else to say. you were done. your relationship was done.

“darling, please, just—” klaus pleaded yet again, his hands now laid on your soaked cheeks. the nickname tugging at your broken heart. a few tears left your eyes in pure anger and betrayal.

“no!” you raised your voice, your throat aching as you continued. “you kissed her!” you said, as you forcefully removed his hands from you. klaus stared, sorrow in his eyes, shaking his head.

“y/n—”

“do you love her?”

“what?” klaus asked, taken back by the sudden question. you wiped your teary eyes and spoke again.

“answer me. do you love her?” you asked once again, terrified of the answer. but needing the response.

“please..” klaus begged, not daring to respond. but you knew the answer. after all, who were you next to the caroline forbes?

you nodded in response, understanding. you weren’t her. you would never be as special as her. who were you to think you could be appreciated and loved? how naive. you sniffled, placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, ready to walk out of his life for good. klaus looked for your eyes, worried about you, and about the hurt he has caused you. but you never met his eyes. you completely ignored his existence, and left.

you shivered gently, as warm air left your mouth. you held the grocery bag, that contained a few snacks, headache pills and a bottle of wine, to continue to drown your sorrows in. you were over him. you swore you were. but from time to time, you couldn’t help but hurt. you have never loved anyone the way you loved klaus. not matt nor tyler. no one ever came close, not that it mattered anymore.

the streets were empty, probably due to all the werewolves and vampire attacks in the city. this was no surprise to you, you were used to it. werewolves and vampires just didn’t scare you anymore. who would even try to lay a hand on you? you were klaus mikaelson’s ex girlfriend, and a close friend of the mikaelson family. the brothers and rebekah had been taking great care of you. they knew more than anybody what happened between you two, and understood your need for space. kol and elijah were very fond of you. rebekah believed they were in love with you, often joking about another love triangle. the mikaelson family has helped you so much through all of this. it has been a year. you healed, but you never wanted to see caroline or klaus ever again.

you pouted a bit, as you realized how quite far the store was from your place. you wanted to be home already. times like this is when you wished to be a vampire. the speed would really help you right now. you smirked at your dumb thoughts as you fixed your airpod, continuing your walk home. you took out your phone, wanting to skip a song, when you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“y/n?” the voice asked, making you almost freeze in your tracks. please don’t let this be who you thought it was.

your eyes looked up from your phone screen and met his. your past lover’s eyes. the eyes of the man you so desperately loved, but you felt nothing but sadness for. you took a deep breath as you took a look at him. he looked good. healthy.

“it’s—” klaus started, before looking down at the watch in his wrist, his eyes full of worry and confusion. “it’s two am, love… why are you wandering around so late at night?” klaus asked gently, scared to anger you, or sadden you, but so worried about you.

it was very late already. it had been dangerous around town. he knew you were an easy target to hurt him. you were human, and had no protection around you. klaus lived in constant fear of waking up with the news of your death or kidnapping done by his many enemies. you tilted your head at his soft tone. you sighed softly, shrugging your shoulder.

“it’s alright. just needed something from the store down the road.” you replied, signaling at the plastic bag in your hand. he tilted his head in utter confusion, why wouldn’t you wait until morning? regardless he nodded slowly.

“i see…but why must you walk all alone at this time of night? it’s been dangerous lately.” klaus said, you furrowed your eyebrows and and looked up at him. he sounded so genuinely worried and you couldn’t understand why.

“why do you care, niklaus?” you asked, your tone tired. klaus looked into your kind eyes, and felt a rush of sadness wash over him, as he remembered his time with you.

the truth is… caroline wasn’t you. she really wasn’t, and klaus despised it. caroline was kind, but not as kind and selfless as you. she was loving, but he didn’t feel as alive with her as he did with you. she could offer him eternity, but he realized he would prefer spending a limited lifespan by your side. it wasn’t that you were caroline, it was that caroline just wasn’t you.

“i just— you do know i care so deeply about you, right? i just wanted to check up on you.” klaus half lied, he just missed you. he missed you like crazy and it was eating him alive. the big, bad original vampire was nothing with you. you chucked under your breath, not wanting to offer him a reply to his cheap excuse.

“let me walk you home, won’t you?” klaus continued, real concern in his voice, and you heard it. you bit your lip, hesitating.

“i beg. i just want to be certain that you got home safe and sound.” klaus said softly, as you started fidgeting with your hands. you sighed, nodding your head after a few minutes of hesitating. he seemed so genuinely worried, a little company wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

it was silent most of the time. you wanted to ask. how everything was with caroline, but why would you want to hurt yourself even more? why would you care? so you didn’t ask. and wouldn’t even talk if he didn’t start a conversation first. klaus could feel his heart breaking as the silence broke out yet again. you always had something to say, something to tell him, but now you were dead silent. it pained him.

“i miss you.” klaus finally confessed, your heart stopping at his sudden words. for the first time, you looked at him, in utter shock. but klaus continued looking upfront, terrified to meet your expression. after a few minutes of thinking, you spoke up.

“you don’t get to do that.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. he nodded in agreement, biting his red lips. you were right. he has no right to even miss you at all. he was the one who caused this.

“i acknowledge that, believe me.” klaus said, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. you could sense the honesty in his voice. “i just wanted to tell you.” you nodded, your eyes now locked towards the floor you both walked on.

“caroline…” klaus continued, the mention of her name felt like a knife to the chest. you swallowed your hurt and continued to listen to klaus mikaelson pour his heart out for you. “she’s lovely. she’s sweet, delightful and kind…” klaus said, every one of his words deepening your wound.

“but she’s just not… you.” klaus said, stopping his walking and turning to face you. “i realized how big of a mistake i made. i knew of your past with her, and i still did it, and i want to apologize.” klaus spoke, as you listened.

“in this past year, i have done nothing but miss and love you.” klaus confessed and you felt your skin turn pale. “you are the one made for me, y/n. and i was incredibly foolish for even doubting it.”

“klaus..”

“please— let me finish.” klaus begged, his strong, big hands reaching over to hold yours. “she’s not you. she is just not the woman i am so desperately in love with. she is absolutely no one and nothing next to you. and i feel so miserable for adding onto your pain, and self doubt.” klaus continued.

“klaus—” you tried saying once again, only to be interrupted.

“i was wrong.” klaus whispered softly, his right hand now resting on your soft cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “my biggest mistake to day is hurting you.” klaus confessed, his eyes slowly watering, to your surprise. you heart was being shaken by his broken expression, the way his eyes were filled with pure regret and sadness, and how his mouth frowned at you. it took everything in you to not wrap your arms around him and console who used to be your gentle hybrid. after a while of staring into each other’s eyes, klaus spoke up again.

“would you please give me another chance to redeem myself? let me make this right, my love, please.” klaus finished, his eyes full of sincerity. the nickname he used to always endearingly call you taking your breath away instantly.

you stood in the middle of the street, with the man of your life holding you, and pleading to have you back. you bit your lip, holding back the tears that threatened to run down your cheeks. he wanted you back? he realized he was wrong? he regrets everything? you don’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry.

you wanted to give in, and be his again. you adored him. you were sure he was the love of your life. but could you even trust him anymore? after everything he put you through? after all the turmoil, heartbreak and self distrust you felt for yourself? he was part of the cause of your low self-esteem, and lack of self confidence. the person who used to be the main reason for your confidence and self love, was now the reason of your infinite sadness and self loathing.

“i can’t…” you started, your hands rushing over to remove his from your body. klaus looked at you, shocked by your actions. “i won’t go back to you, klaus.” you replied gently. even if he broke your heart into a million pieces, you wouldn’t want to hurt him. he mattered to you. the only way you were going to hurt him was by not going back to him, and letting caroline have him. that would be your revenge for everything she has put you through. letting her believe the man she wanted most loved her, when in fact, he adored you.

“darling…”

“no, niklaus.” you said gently, shaking your head. “you and caroline are perfect for each other, can’t you see?” you said, his heart tightening at your words.

“you’ve hurt me enough. how sure can i be that you won’t change your mind like you did before?” you asked, and klaus shook his head, refusing. his hands ran to your cheeks again, his forehead now resting in yours, eyes closed as he begged you. klaus mikaelson was begging you. a mere human.

“i will never. i will never commit the same mistake as before, my beloved.” klaus whispered to you, his voice breaking. you fought your tears, breaking the contact between you two.

“and what if you do? what if this happens again? i won’t put myself through this again, klaus. i deserve better.” you said, finally putting yourself first. you mattered, before anyone else. even before the man you loved.

“i just can’t find it in me to trust you again.” you said, taking a few steps back, ready to continue walking home, and leave all this behind. you wanted to start over and regain the love you once had for yourself. klaus stared at you, as tears now ran down his cheek. it took everything in you to not kiss him and forgive him in that instant.

“then please.” klaus spoke again, raising his voice, so you could hear as you walked away from him. “please keep your heart open for me.” klaus spoke for the last time, desperation in his voice. a smile creeped up in your lips, as you continued walking him.

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[targaryenluvs]

IF I CANT HAVE HER

pairing: dark!stefan salvatore x fem!reader, rebekah mikaelson x fem!reader

warning: stalking, obsession, unrequited feelings

stefan was one of your closest friends, even if he was a vampire. he was always there for you, when you first found out about the supernatural, when your friend vicki passed away, through all of it he was there for you.

when elena became a vampire and begun dating damon you and caroline were there for him. but stefan began to see you in a new light, you always had a smile on your face, you always knew what to say to him.

and he found his feelings for you growing.

him and elena were civil, leaving him free to go after what he really craved. you.

he found himself trailing after you once you left his home, watching you get home safe of course. every time the two of you were together he payed attention to literally everything about you, noticing every slight change in demeanour.

stefan always walked you home when he could, making sure you were safe. you were a fragile human! you needed him. everyone around you could tell he was in love you with you, but you seemed to deny it every time anyone forgot.

through the race for the cure stefan had managed to convince you to side with himself and rebekah. but what he didn’t expect was for you to gain a crush on her, and her on you. the two of you became peas in a pod and stefan was left alone.

you couldn’t stop rambling about how gorgeous she was, how sweet she was to you. even caroline was able to relate to you in secrecy for her shared affection for a certain mikeaelson.

“it’s just, everytime im around her i have the best time possible. there’s always something going on or something she wants to show me or give me. i’ve never been spoiled like that by any boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“as much as i hate her, i will admit she’s much nicer around you.”

“and as much as i despise klaus, he’s tolerable around you. that drawing he made of you is absolutely gorgeous care.”

“i know, but tyler found it and had a freak out.”

“no way!”

and all stefan could do was listen, you were so happy and he wasn’t the reason.

it would all change soon enough.

[fandoms--fluff]

Coming Home

Part 6

Kid Salvatore reader x Stefan Salvatore x Damon Salvatore

Warnings: mentions of torture, swearing

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They then headed back to the boarding house to where Damon and Katherie are.

When you guys got inside the house, the first thing everyone hears is Katherine and Damon fighting about a functional way to find you.

"Guys shut up your going to wake y/n up!" Caroline said, getting the twos attention.

Damon was the first to speak up, "Where did you find her?"

"She found Jeremy in school and went over to him" Elena explained.

From all the talking you started to squirm, waking up. You lifted your head up and looked around, when you turned your arm rubbed harshly against Stefan's jacket emitting a whimper from you. It scraped right against the first place where Klaus touched you with vervain.

Speaking of Klaus when he woke up, as soon as he got dressed he went downstairs only to see that you weren't there anymore and escaped during the night. He started throwing furniture around, angry. Eventually he went down to the basement and un-daggered Elijah and Rebekah since there's no point having them daggered anymore cause your gone.

"What happened to you?" Damon asked and came up to you, inspecting all the burns but being really gentle about it.

"Mean 'erson hurt me" you mumbled back.

You then noticed Katherine standing behind Damon and your eyes lit up. "Kafrine" you reached out grabby hands for her.

She came over and gently took you into her arms from Stefan's. Damon looked offended, it was really hard for everyone not to start laughing at him. "I am offended she chose Kitty Kat right there over me. Her own brother" Damon said, playfully glaring at you.

You adorably smiled at him then started to play with Katherine's curls. "You are lucky your cute" Damon said and went to pour himself a drink.

He turned to all the girls; Bonnie, Elena, Caroline. "Don't even think about it you three and you two don't even start" he pointed to Jeremy and Tyler who were about to say something.

"Hung'y" you whispered into Katherine's ear while Damon was telling off everyone.

"Okay y/n/n do you want a blood bag or my blood?" Katherine whispered back, making you smile.

"You, p'ease" you answered.

Katherine moved her hair out of the way for you to drink from her neck. You slowly sank your tiny, cute fangs into her and started to drink from her.

"I'm going to kill Klaus" Damon raged, starting to head for the door.

"Don't even think about it" Stefan said before Damon could take another step. He thought about it for a second then started to walk again before Katherine started to talk.

"Damon if you take one more step to that fucking door I will kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week" Katherine threatened him from where she was now sitting with you on her lap still drinking her blood, slowly.

"Damon c'mon" Stefan said, knowing Katherine will actually follow through with that action.

Damon walked towards the couch and sat down, glaring at everyone in the room who was also now sitting. "So what your telling me is that son of a bitch can kidnap our sister and I can't do anything about it? No revenge?! because trust me he deserves it" Damon exclaimed, furious.

"How about we wait until we know y/n is okay before planning some psychotic revenge plan your probably thinking of right now" Bonnie said, who was sitting next to him.

"Fine Bon Bon, but I'm holding you to that" he said.

You stopped drinking Katherine's blood and by now most of the burn marks are gone except for a couple still on your arms but they'll heal soon enough. You were staring at the drink in Damon's hand that he got just now. It's obviously bourbon but you can't exactly tell the difference of alcohol or not.

Damon noticed where you were looking. "Do you want some?" He asked you.

You slightly nodded and climbed down from Katherine's lap, going over to him. "Damon no, she's four" Elena said but Damon to no avail didn't listen and brought the glass up to your slightly parted lips.

Everyone didn't stop him because they all knew what the outcome of this was most likely to be and it was you spitting it out. Damon poured some into your mouth and sat the glass down onto the coffee table. As soon as you tasted it you spat it all out right onto Damon's lap, making a disgusted face.

"Sowwy Damy, don' wike dat" you apologized and pointed at the substance in the glass he put down.

"Umm, it's okay y/n/n. I'll be back I'm going to go put on pants that aren't stained with alcohol" Damon said and went upstairs to his room.

You turned to where Bonnie's sitting and started to play around with her fingers. After a bit she lifted you onto her lap so you didn't have to keep reaching up to her hands.

When Damon came back down Stefan was already checking your arms and face where there are still a bit of traces from where Klaus hurt you. You whimpered when he touched a certain place where you were burned with vervain on your upper arm close to your shoulder. But other than that everything looked fine and should heal soon.

"Okay everything looks good but watch out for this burn mark just in case. I put a plaster on it but still be careful about it" Stefan said standing up again.

"So she's alright nothing serious right?" Damon asked sort of getting eager to everyone's dismay, knowing of what's going to come from him.

"Yeah......why?" Stefan asked his brother in return.

Damon didn't answer and just turned over to where Tyler and Jeremy were arm wrestling at the arm of the couch they were at.

"Hey you two idiots over there" he said getting both of their attention.

"Yeah?" They both asked at the same time.

"How would you guys like to go and hunt a certain hybrid with me?" Damon smirked at them.

"Sure why not?" Tyler said and Jeremy responded with; "awesome, I'm in."

"No to both of you" Alaric said walking in the room and making the two boys sit down again.

"Wait school isn't over yet" Caroline pointed out.

"I excused myself saying it was a family emergency. The whole reason I left though was because of Damon and his teenage girl hormones when this stuff happens" Alaric said, making all of them laugh at your oldest brother.

"Oh come on he DESERVES it" Damon exclaimed.

"Yes he does but let's wait a bit first" He told his best friend and drinking buddy.

Damon just rolled his eyes and sat back down next to Bonnie again. "Okay you guys might want to stop speaking about k-i-l-l-i-n-g people in front of her" Bonnie informed, nodding down to where you were now leaning back against her dozing off.

"Seriously? You think she doesn't know how to spell" Tyler pointed out at how Bonnie spelled out the word 'killing'.

"Okay then. y/n what was the word I spelt out the last time I talked" Bonnie asked, looking down at where you were looking up at her.

"I don' know. Candy?!" You said expectantly but Bonnie shook her head and you leaned back, saddened now.

Eventually though you did fall asleep ending with the top half of your thumb in your mouth. Bonnie tried to pull your thumb out but stopped after you started to wake up again.

“So what exactly did Klaus do to her?” Alaric asked after Bonnie came back downstairs from laying you down in your bed. 

[mrs-kmikaelson]

01| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader, Marcel Gerard x reader (platonic) Summary: While you're away on an impromptu break, Marcel comes to try and get you to come back to help him face the Mikaelsons who just so happen to be your long lost family (but no else knows that). Warnings: none Words: 3.2K

Masterlist | Part 2

a/n: i guess this kinda fits in with season one, but it's more of an AU than anything. so, it has elements of the s1 plot, like the marcel and klaus feud, the hope plot, but the villains from s1 won't really be present. like i said, AU. but without further adieu, on we go.

New Orleans was a land of plastic beads and festivals for days–a tourist attraction, which basically meant a blood bank. I knew what lurked in the shadows, what whispered through the grapevine behind the music, but Originals... I didn't know they were back.

Word travels fast around the Quarter, but I haven't been there; I was in Mystic Falls, too busy following up on a lead about the Mikaelsons to even realize that they were at the place I started, my home. 

Marcel wouldn't stop talking about it. As soon as I got back, I was flooded with information and, as soon as I got back, I could hear the whispers from a mile away. Most reactions to the arrival of such a family were scared, livid, shocked, but I was none of the above.

I didn't have a thing to say back to Marcel, not a thing to say to the people who were suddenly confusing me with Rebekah Mikaelson. I didn't have an inch of emotion about it, not surprise, not fear. I mean, how could anyone be surprised? How could I be surprised, scared?

How could I be surprised by my own family?

"Klaus needs to learn his place." I internally rolled my eyes at Marcel's, basically, monologue, continuing to sift through pages of the magazine in my hands. "He's outta line." 

Klaus Mikaelson was always out of line– he had no line, no boundaries. He was Klaus Mikaelson and that was the only line there was, but I didn't say that. When Marcel was having one of his tantrums, I learned to just listen to him; interrupting or putting my own two cents in just made the conversation longer and I only wanted it to end. 

"He thinks he can just kick me out of the Quarter, out of my home, the bastard. Who does he think he is?" Rhetorical question, I had to remind myself, holding my tongue. The former king of New Orleans was sitting across from me at a coffee shop in New York. A coffee shop.

He was calling this his 'vacation' but we both knew that the only reason he was here was because boss man told him to leave. Honestly, I don't know why I'm here. I'm supposed to be in a university class, but it doesn't really matter if I can just compel the grade, right?

I was doing psych this time; Cami's always saying all these things to me about how she thinks my brain works and I honestly want to learn how it does. Saying I have a PhD might actually get me a significant other, but, knowing myself, the whole triangle of creatures thing might freak them out. 

At least I haven't gone as low as Marcel.

"Y'know, just because that ass is an Original doesn't mean he's suddenly the shit." 

This time, I didn't bother trying to hide the roll of my eyes, continuing to flip through my magazine as I responded. "Uh... it kinda does." I could feel his glare on my forehead as my eyes widened at Kim K's ass. Not even being a Vampire gives you that- "And, Marcel, I don't know if you've realized it yet, but he isn't just an Original."

I looked up at him for the first time since his rant started and gave him a pointed look. Sometimes, he didn't think with his head. 

Marcel shrugged like he was saying, 'so what' silently. "Tyler what's-his-name is a hybrid, too."

I raised a brow at him. "A hybrid turned by Klaus, and wasn't he the guy who tried to kill Klaus' wife or whatever, inadvertently but intentionally trying to kill himself, and then failed?" 

"Not the point, Y/N/N." The fuck it isn't- "The point is that the man is such a dick because his is so small." Gross. Didn't need to hear that.

"Didn't he adopt you or something?"

"Is that all you're getting from what I'm saying?"

I made a face at him, putting my magazine down on the table. "Can I be honest and say I don't get anything from this conversation?"

He deadpanned, "You're annoying."

"Glad you're just now figuring that out, Cellie." I got up from my seat, patting him on his back. "Please, though, go have this talk with Camille instead."

I started walking away, but Marcel only got up and began following me out, making me hold in a groan. God, men, they can never take a damn hint.

"Hey, where you headed?" He asked, but he dismissed his own question just as quick as I would've. "And aren't you supposed to talk to me and help me figure out my problems? You're studying psych, aren't you?"

I scoffed, "Yeah, people usually pay for a psychiatrist to talk to them." Honestly, I don't know why Marcel was here. With a God complex like his, you'd expect him to stay and, y'know, get himself killed. It's not like him to use his brain so suddenly.

He could've gone to damn Vegas, maybe LA, but he just has to come to where I am, right after I leave. He's getting a break from his 'Kingly' duties; Klaus is taking that off his hands, so why isn't he enjoying it and taking an actual vacation instead of visiting me and calling it a holiday? I'm not the Eiffel Tower, for Pete's sake.

It's a power struggle. People like him, came from the bottom and wanted nothing more than to be at the top, fighting against people like Originals, who had been where my friend wanted to be since the beginning of time. 

Marcel didn't want to admit he was playing a losing game.

"You telling me to go home, Y/L/N?"

I rolled my eyes. What gave it away? "Precisely, Gerard."

I was just about to make it to my car when Marcel sped in front of me. I looked up at the sky and pinched my eyes. God, he was insufferable. Honestly, it shouldn't have surprised me that he came all this way just to bitch. But what he said next did surprise me.

"Come back with me, then."

My eyes snapped open and I stared at him incredulously. What the fuck.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating and Cellie slapped my arm. "C'mon, Y/N/N. It'll be funnnnnnnnn." The way he dragged out the word did not convince me in the slightest.

I got over my shock and voiced my thoughts. "You want me to come back because you think drama with the Mikaelsons is- fun?"

He was quick with his response. "It could be." He then snorted. "Hell, I'd love to see Klaus' reaction to a girl like you, stronger than him-" I cut him off with my magic, his lips slamming shut immediately. It was only a temporary thing, just stops a person from speaking for a second, so he'd be able to continue right after, but he got the point and shut up.

I've known Marcel for close to fifty years. Met him in the seventies. He tried to kill me and I knocked him off his feet with a classic telekinesis spell. Since then, he's known about who I am and he's also decided that he's better off having me on his team. Whatever the hell that means.

I usually like to keep the whole tribrid thing under wraps, hence why I got Marcel to stop talking.

I gave him a look. "Klaus wouldn't have any reaction what I am, because he wouldn't know." Apparently, my gaze conveyed my message well enough because Marcel raised his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay," he conceded. "No one's gotta know. But you should come back anyway."

I can't say I haven't thought about it. I know I can't stay out in New York forever. 

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe I'm actually giving thought to something Marcel says. "Okay, gimme time and I'll think about it."

He grinned and pointed finger guns at me, walking backwards away from me. "Think it over and we'll talk about it tomorrow." He turned around and walked away with a kick in his step before he disappeared completely, moving too fast for the human eye to detect.

I sighed and shook my head, the smallest of smiles growing on my face. Ah, Marcel. 

I pulled out my keys, walking to my car and thinking about what he asked. 

It's sorta odd, I suppose. Considering how long I've been watching the Mikaelsons, you'd think I'd be the first one there in New Orleans, keeping tabs on them, but the only way I knew about their escapades was from Marcel who told me voluntarily.

That was one thing he didn't know about me; no one did. No one knew about my connection to the Mikaelsons, not even the Mikaelsons themselves, which is partially why I don't wanna go back to NOLA just yet.

My apartment's in the Quarter, way too close to the Abbatoir and, according to Marcel, that's now Original HQ. It's too risky, my rational side said.

Yet, the other part of me that spent almost my entire life tracking them, being infatuated with them, thinks that being so close to them would be favourable. 

And, like most times, the irrational part of my brain wins the battle in decision-making.

Fuck. Marcel's gonna have to buy me a lot of alcohol for this one.

Walking through the quarter again is like that human expression 'like riding a bike.' I've obviously never ridden a bike, but I get what the expression is meant to say. It's referring to doing something that comes naturally to you.

That's what this is.

Marcel is beside me as we walk past both all the tourists and locals. It's easy to tell the difference between the two. I compelled movers earlier to unload all my stuff back into my apartment so I have nothing to worry about other than getting reacquainted with my city.

The path we took eventually led us to Rousseau's and as soon as we entered my eyes scanned the bar for Cami, who I know for a fact Marcel is obsessed with. But she's way too good for him.

I went and sat down at the bar and waited for her to come our way. She wasn't paying much attention when she came over, wiping down some glasses. "Hey, what can I getcha?"

"The usual." Her head shot up when she heard me and a smile broke out on her face. "Y/N/N?" She put down what she was holding and came around the counter, embracing me in a hug. "Oh my God, I thought you were gonna be stuck in the big apple for a while still."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well Marcel happened to- no, nevermind, Marcel just happened." She let out a laugh and went back around the counter, greeting Marcel and getting to work on our drinks.

"Well, I'm glad you're back," she said.

Marcel inserted himself into the conversation and I tuned them out after that, letting the two of them flirt. Cami probably didn't define it as flirting, but she definitely was.

I think she liked Marcel, but she was in denial about it. I get why though. She didn't wanna fall for a guy that was bad news and she had doubts about him, reasonable doubts.

But beyond the vampirism and ego, I knew Marcel would treat her right. That's why I got up from my seat straight after downing my drink, catching their attention. 

"Hey, I'm gonna head out, It's getting late anyways and I still have to unpack." Marcel rose a brow at me, knowing I didn't have to unpack shit, but he should be grateful. I'm basically cupid and I'm shooting them both right now.

Cami gave a little sigh. "You just got here, though-"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning, promise!" I smiled at her for emphasis and she untensed and reciprocated the action.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then." Her and Cellie both waved bye to me and I walked out the door. God, I was just itching to get out of there. The tension between them was suffocating me. 

I put my hands into my pockets and glanced at the sky that had darkened significantly from when Marcel and I entered the bar. I guess we were there for longer than I thought.

There weren't really any tourists left walking around, only a few people that actually lived in the area. No vampires were allowed to fuck with the locals and, besides, most of the locals were witches, anyways. 

Even humans like Cami should be safe walking through the Quarter at night, but even then, if you didn't know about the supernatural while living in NOLA then you were in a whole other kind of danger. Knowledge is power.

Even if you were a witch, that was still risky. And if you were a werewolf, then forget it. Vampires were the only people without fear nowadays, it seemed.

Luckily, or unfortunately, I was all three creatures. 

"Back off," My ears picked up the sound of a girl growling. My eyes hadn't found her yet, but my nose worked faster. Werewolf.

Whoever she was talking to seemed to have that ability as well and murmured, "You're a werewolf." He was shaken but then he laughed, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you." Vampire.

Damnit, my first day back in the Quarter and, already, I'm dealing with the remnants of drama caused by Marcel. I sighed, thinking it's none of my damn business. But I could hear the sound of that girl's heart pitter pattering and I knew I couldn't just ignore it.

Motherfucker.  

I rolled my eyes and strained my ears a little more to guide me to where they were, my senses leading me to an alleyway where the wolf girl and the vampire stood. His back was facing me so he couldn't see me, but the girl caught my gaze and her eyes widened.

The vampire's head cocked. "What are you looking at?" Just as he turned to face me, I ran up to him and snapped his neck. His body fell to the floor with an ungraceful thump and I pushed a lock of hair away from my face, looking up to the girl who wore an expression of shock.

I had a sarcastic comment in my head that I felt like saying, but honestly, I just wanted to go home so I pushed it to the side and gave her a serious look. "You shouldn't walk all alone in the Quarter at night. It can be dangerous."

She shook off her surprise and stood taller, scoffing, "I can handle myself." Oh, for sure, I thought. This time, I was gonna speak my thoughts, but a heartbeat caught me by surprise. I held back a stagger and looked down to her stomach where the little thumping was coming from. 

A pregnant werewolf.

My stare remained on her stomach as I cautioned, "You really shouldn't be out in the Quarter on your own. Especially if you're pregnant." I looked back up to her when her arms quickly wrapped themselves around her stomach. 

She was a little more reserved now, stepping away from me a little and saying, "Trust me, I've got people looking out for me."

I snorted. "And where are they?"

She didn't reply, instead she only wrapped her arms around herself tighter. I get it; werewolves oughta be careful with vampires in this city and she thinks I'm a vampire- or just a vampire, rather. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and waved it. "I'll call the baby's father now and he'll come get me." She kept staring at me for a few more seconds before adding, "So thank you, really, but I'll be fine now." Translation: please go away. 

I nodded at her and turned around as she began dialling. I wanted to get home anyway and I didn't need to stick around to see any baby daddy drama. Since that girl was a werewolf, baby daddy was probably some form of supernatural and therefore huge ego. Entertaining, but could get annoying.

I continued back on the route to my apartment per usual, passing by a few people and a few other neighbours I waved to. I knew all the locals, and I know for a fact girl doesn't live in the Quarter for two reasons. One, I don't know her, and two, werewolves aren't exactly welcome in the Quarter.

Of course, I'm a werewolf too, but no one knows that.

Knowing that werewolves aren't welcome here makes me wonder if she knew that, makes me wonder why she's here in the first place but as soon as my mind starts wandering, I steer myself back, reminding myself it really is none of my business. 

I'll probably never see her again, anyway.

Sooner than not, I make it to my townhouse. Just before I'm about to go up the steps to the door, I stop and turn to the side, staring out at all the other houses and little shops. If I walked a little further, I'd make it to the compound that was no longer Marcel's territory.

If I walked a little further, the Mikaelsons would be right there. And should they ever walk this way, they might just see me.

I shook my head and walked up the steps, opening my door. 

The Mikaelsons are a problem for another day. Right now, I'm going to bed.

When I wake up the next day, it's noon and someone is calling me. I picked up the phone without checking the caller ID, knowing who it was anyway. "Yes, Marcel?" I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and turned over so the sun wasn't fucking my eyeballs.

"Ooh, you sound happy to hear my voice."

"Just elated, Cellie." I stuck my head into my pillow and grumbled, "Elated."

Marcel snickered. "Well, good because we have a party to go to."

My head moves up from the pillow. "What?" Marcel threw parties all the time, but since he lost his power, he didn't have anywhere to throw one.

"It's a Mikaelson bash." My breath got caught in my throat at the mention of the name, but Marel didn't notice, continuing on with bitterness in his voice. "It's to show the city who's in charge now."

I quickly got over the Mikaelson name drop like usual and probed, "But aren't you supposed to be banished from the Quarter?" I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. "Going to that thing just sounds like a recipe for disaster."

"Sure, you could view it like that, but Klaus won't try anything while we're there."

"And why's that?"

"Because the party's supposed to be a symbol for peace, too. We'll be fine. Plus, I need a date."

I held back a snort. "What, Cami's busy?"

"She's working the bar tonight," he replied. "So you've gotta come with me."

I felt a sigh coming on. For fuck's sake, I just got back. I wasn't expecting this to happen yet.

I was gonna contemplate for a while longer but Marcel didn't give me that time. Instead, he just quickly told me he'd be picking me up at 8 and hung on me, making me gasp.

Son of a bitch.

[fishcat480]

Go Timberwolves!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Plus size! cheerleader!reader

Description: You're a cheerleader and Elijah is in the stands. Your friend Jessica notices him first.

Warnings: none

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“Who is that?”

Jessica was looking over at the stands and toward a group of guys, all sitting next to each other. They looked hilariously out of place, all seemingly dressed for different events. The one with reddish hair and kiss-me lips was wearing a velvet jacket over a v-neck, three necklaces dangling over his heart. You’d seen him hanging around before, and recognized him as Rebekah’s brother Klaus. How many times had he been watching Caroline from the sidelines during a game or desperately offering to walk her to her car? Doubtful that Jessica didn’t know who that was, or that he was clearly obsessed with everyone’s favorite blonde.

Then there was the youngest of the three. He was dressed pretty normally for a high school football game in a t-shirt and jeans. He spoke animatedly to Klaus, who looked about as thrilled to listen as he would have been to get struck by lightning. His name was escaping your memory, but it was another K name, you were sure of it. Kyle! No…Kal?

All thoughts of K names were stripped from your thoughts the second your eyes landed on Jessica’s mystery man. 

His hair was dark, and his eyes were darker. His features were angular, practically Grecian. He was wearing a suit, which was ridiculous because who wore a suit in Mystic Falls unless they were a realtor or attending a Lockwood party? Somehow, though, he pulled it off so perfectly that there was no question that he should be wearing it. 

Never had you been so struck by a stranger. His eyes scanned over the crowd, and across the field, before landing squarely on you.

You blushed and turned away, heart thundering in your chest.

Elena and Bonnie had followed Jessica’s gaze too, and gave each other knowing looks. You were friendly with Elena but not close. You and Bonnie had been good friends since middle school, though, so you felt no shame sidling up to her and joining her conversation.

“Info on Jessica’s mystery man?” you asked, spreading your legs as you sat next to Bonnie, beginning to stretch. She laughed and gave you a stern look. “He’s Klaus’ older brother. No mystery.”

You bent forward, stretching out your back and Bonnie followed suit. “Off limits?” you ask, trying to seem curious but not invested. 

“Yes.” she said quickly. Elena smacked Bonnie’s thigh. 

“Elijah is not off limits.” she said. “He’s actually the only one out of the three of them I’d say is pretty on…limits…”

Elijah....you tried the name out in your head. Yes, you decided, that was a good name.

You all giggled. “I mean, Klaus is just too in love with Caroline.” you shrugged. “I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere near him.” 

You sat up and bent your neck to the side, eyeing the rest of the cheerleaders. “Hey, where is Caroline?”

“Tyler drama.” Bonnie said conspiratorially. She sat upright, finished with her stretching. “He’s leaving again.”

“Shit.” you said, finishing up yourself. “I don’t really know what she sees in him anyway. He’s always been kind of an asshole. And Klaus seems to really like her.”

“Well Klaus needs to earn her.” Elena said hastily, turning away slightly. You weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but if Bonnie’s similarly agitated face was any indication, there was something going on that you weren’t in on. It wasn’t really any of your business anyway, you conceded, so you didn’t harp on it. Boy drama was so not your thing.

There was a fanfare suddenly, as the marching band began playing the introduction music for the Timberwolves. Rebekah stood and called you and the other cheerleaders into formation. 

Once the players began coming out, you’d go right into the classic Timberwolves fighting cheer. 

Just as the first player was making his entrance, a blonde head appeared next to you, startling you. It was as if she'd appeared out of thin air.

“Caroline!” you said, throwing a hand on your chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

She smiled nervously. “Did I?”

You just laughed and joined the rest of the girls in the Timberwolves fighting chant, shaking your pom-poms and kicking your legs up. 

The game didn’t start out super well for the Timberwolves, so you didn’t have a ton to do for awhile. You spoke to Caroline briefly about Tyler, but she didn’t want to say much, and she seemed genuinely upset about something. You weren’t close enough with her to give her emotional support, so you instead distracted her with a quick game of fuck, marry, kill between the three handsome Mikaelson boys. 

“Kill Kol, Marry Klaus, Fuck Elijah.” Caroline said confidently. Kol! That was his name.

She was speaking a bit loudly, like she wanted someone to hear her. Probably Jessica. 

You glanced up at the stands and noticed Klaus and Kol with their heads bent together. Elijah looked completely nonplussed. 

“What about you?” she asked. 

You glanced up at the brothers again. Elijah was looking in your direction now, almost as if he was listening to your conversation. He was probably just looking at the cheerleaders. He definitely wasn’t admiring you - you were the only girl on the squad who wore a uniform above a size large. 

Still, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the idea of the three of them. Kol wasn’t really your type, so he was an easy kill. Klaus was gorgeous, to be sure, but something about Elijah was still singing through your veins after laying eyes on him that first time. 

“Kill Kol, fuck Klaus, marry Elijah.”

Caroline gave you a wicked smile. “Elijah, huh?”

You shrugged. “He’s incredibly good looking.”

“Poor Kol.” Caroline said, her lip pouting. 

“Rejection builds character.”

You glanced up again, and Elijah looked as if he might be laughing - Klaus too. Kol had his arms crossed against his chest. Weird….

Rebekah shrieked all of a sudden, breaking you out of your thoughts, as the Timberwolves finally scored, and the squad got on their feet to cheer. 

The game ended with a Timberwolves win which you were thankful for - every win meant half price burgers at the grill. You and a few other girls planned to go there after, and you grabbed your stuff from the locker room, hoping to get to your car and beat them there - you were not going to be the fat girl in a mini skirt sliding into a booth full of people. 

Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were all leaving together, huddled in conversation. 

“Half price burgers, ladies?” you asked, walking backwards in front of them. “A Timberwolves win is a win for all of us.” you joked, quoting your incredibly cringy gym coach.

The girls laughed, but shook their heads. 

“Homework.”

“Boy drama.”

“Tired.”

They’d all spoken at the same time, and you gave them all an incredulous look. “Ladies, I’m heartbroken. Next time if you’re going to break my heart, do it one at a time.”

You gave them a winning smile, and they returned it easily, thankful you hadn’t been upset.

“Next time I’m making you guys go!” you called, still walking backwards as you exited the hallway out of the locker room. You backed into the double doors leading to the parking lot and called a goodbye to them, turning around.

And slamming right into someone.

“Oh!” you cried, toppling towards the asphalt. The ground never came, though, because a pair of hands was holding you steady, and lifted you slowly upwards until you were staring Elijah Mikaelson in the face.

“My apologies.”he said, in a voice that hit that your ears and sent shivers straight to the apex of your thighs. Your jaw dropped, suddenly faced with his nearness. 

“Not at all!” you cried. “I wasn’t looking.” 

Not too far away stood Kol and Klaus. The former was watching you and Elijah, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh. Klaus, of course, had become distracted the moment Caroline had appeared. He was stalking towards her, and to your surprise, Caroline looked like she might be walking towards him too. Normally she brushed him off completely. 

You focused your attention back on Elijah. 

“Excellent job tonight.” he said, his eyes locked on yours. You felt flushed from the unbroken eye contact, but didn’t dare break it. 

“Thanks. It makes our job a bit easier when the team actually manages to score.”

He laughed, full and bright, and it made your heart soar to hear it. 

“I’m Y/N.” you said, introducing yourself. 

“Elijah. Mikaelson.”

“Nice to meet you Elijah.” 

You offered your hand and he took it firmly in yours, but rather than shake it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. Ok, you were officially a puddle on the ground and people were going to have to step in you to get to their cars.

“Hi!” came a bubbly voice, and you glanced over seeing Jessica. Of course she was going to try and stake her claim. 

“I’m Jessica.” she said, sidling up next to you. “I saw you in the stands earlier. You’re a Mikaelson, aren’t you?”

Elijah nodded politely. “My reputation precedes me.”

Jessica smiled her flirty smile and pushed her chest out. “Rebekah and I are good friends. I make a point to know my friends’ families. It’s only good manners.”

You rolled your eyes involuntarily from behind Jessica, who had stepped into your space. When had she ever spent time with Rebekah outside of practice? She was clearly making her claim known, and you huffed, backing off. 

A guy like Elijah wouldn’t be interested in you, anyway. It would have been nice to at least been given a chance, though, before perfect little Jessica had to come in and do her thing. 

You sighed to yourself. That wasn’t nice. Jessica was your friend. It just sucked, sometimes, being the only bigger girl in a group of girls. Things were different for you. 

“Well, I’ll let you two get acquainted.” you said, and Jessica quickly told you not to wait up for her at the Grill. You smiled encouragingly at her, even though you would have rather eaten nails. Jessica did technically see Elijah first, though, so regardless, the rule of dibs was firmly in place. Elijah’s eyes met yours and he looked…disappointed? It was probably nothing. 

As you turned to go to your car, Matt Donovan brushed past you, walking fast. “Sorry, Y/N!” he called, power walking to his truck. You shook your head, laughing. You’d never seen Matt move that fast for anything, not even out on the field.

The other girls had made their way out now, and you caught up with them briefly to let them know you'd be going home instead of out. You weren't really in the mood for celebration any more. They gave you tight hugs and told you to call them in the morning, and you gave them all the finger just to get a laugh out of them.

Bonnie was leaning against her car when you made your way to yours. 

“Why’d you do that?” she asked, giving you a curious look.

“Why’d I do what?” you said, tossing your duffle into the backseat. 

“You just let Jessica take over. You were talking to Elijah first.”

“Yeah, but Jessica saw him first. Besides, I bumped into him. It’s not like we talked about anything profound.”

Bonnie sighed. “You wanted to talk to him though.”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah, so?”

“So!” she cried, placing her hands on your shoulders. “So you’re the funniest girl on the planet, and you're beautiful and talented and you deserve to be happy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“It’s true! You’re amazing.”

“I know, I just wanted you to say more.”

Bonnie shoved at you playfully. “See? Your wit is unmatched.”

“And you’re kind.” you said seriously. “And a really, really good friend.”

Bonnie looked down, her mouth quirked to the side. “Thank you.”

A laugh echoed from across the parking lot, and you stared at Caroline and Klaus standing by Caroline’s car. They were standing close together and laughing, and Klaus’ finger was twirled around a strand of Caroline’s hair.

You hit Bonnie in the shoulder and pointed. 

“Ummmmmm?” You gave her an incredulous look.

“I know!” Bonnie said, coming to lean against your car. “She said she broke up with Tyler. She said she’s done with wishy-washy.”

You smiled happily as the two continued flirting. “I’ve been dying for them to get together.”

“No, literally!” She threw her hands up in the air. “The tension was incredibly cuttable.”

You snorted. “Like, thick enough I think I’d need a chainsaw.”

Bonnie hid her giggle behind her hand. You watched Klaus and Caroline as Bonnie began asking you if you were still going to the grill.  You wished you had a guy to flirt with against your car.

“I’m kind of hungry all of a -”

Bonnie’s voice trailed off, and you tore your eyes away from the happy couple to stare at your friend. 

“Bon?”

Her eyes were trained behind you, a small smile on her lips. You followed her eyes, and there was Elijah. His nearness startled you, and you jumped a foot in the air.

“My apologies.” he said, amusement in his eyes. 

“We have got to stop meeting like that.” you responded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Bonnie called, already on the other side of her car and hopping in the front seat. You gave her an incredulous look. 

“Traitor!” you called, as she began to pull out. She looked completely self righteous as she pulled out of the parking lot, Britney blasting on her speakers.

“Well..” you breathed, turning back to Elijah. “Twice in one night? To what do I owe my great fortune?”

He shrugged. “I have a thing for cheerleaders.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, are you serious?”

He laughed. “No, not at all. But I saw you from the stands and wanted to get to know you better. So here I am.”

You couldn’t help the huge smile overtaking your face. Elijah Mikaelson wanted to get to know you? 

“What about Jessica?”

He shrugged. “She’s a nice girl. Not really my type.”

“And I am?”

He huffed. “Am I not making myself clear? Shall I fetch a plane and spell it out in the sky for you?”

I shook my head, faux serious. “It’s nighttime Elijah. I’d never be able to see that.”

He snorted - actually snorted. It was the most adorable thing you might have ever heard. 

“You’re a minx, and you know it. Now agree to go to dinner with me.”

“Half price burgers at the grill?”

He smiled wryly. “No, that won’t do. I’m a full price kind of guy. I need candles, roses, the whole chair pulling out thing. Carlo’s. Friday night. Eight o’ clock.”

Carlo’s was like, ridiculously nice. And expensive. “But that’s-”

“It’s what?” he challenged. “Because if you’re suggesting I can’t afford it…”

You shook your head. “No, of course not. I’m sure you can. But I can’t!”

Faster than you could even fathom, Elijah was backing you up into the side of your car, his hands locked on either side of you, face inches away from your own. His eyes were dark and bore into you, making your palms begin to sweat.

“I’m not in the habit of taking women out on dates and having them pay.” His breath fanned across your face. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and you shivered. His presence was intoxicating. 

“Have I made myself clear?” he asked, and damn if that question didn’t excite you. You nodded, your breath hitching, and he leaned even closer to you for a moment before pushing himself away.

“Good!” he declared, and once he backed off, he took a moment to rake his gaze across your body. Your uniform did little for the imagination, and you were kind of thankful.

“See you soon, Y/N.” He called sweetly, shifting from domineering to polite so quick you had whiplash. You watched him go, a dopey smile on your face.

“Wait!” you called. “Do you want my phone number?”

He paused, then reached into his pocket for his phone. He typed for a moment, then locked the screen and placed it back in his pocket.

Your phone dinged.

Tell Bonnie I said thank you.

You smirked. Of course Bonnie had given him your number. You'd have to remember to get her a thank you gift.

As you started your car and got ready to go, movement from the car behind you caught your attention in your mirror. You struggled to see clearly what it was, but when you did, you were shocked.

There, in the pickup truck Rebekah Mikaelson had gifted him, was Matt Donovan making out with her brother Kol. 

You laughed all the way home, imagining the look on Rebekah’s face when she finds out.