Hyperactivewhore - Nik's Wife

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PEOPLE SIMP FOR MIRAAK?,,,,??????

THE ASSHOLE THAT KEEPS STEALING MY DRAGON SOULS???????

Sunny Side of the Street || Klaus Mikaelson

Reader is Niklaus Mikaelson’s sister and she has been kidnapped with Hope title; Sunny Side of the Street fandom; TVD/Originals characters; Mikaelson family, Reader is the youngest Mikaelson sibling

warning; do not read if you are a hope/hayley fan. i dont like them and am not kind to them when i write

this is dedicated to Sadie @eternityunicorn (Hi Sadie. It's Me CJ)

tagging: @sherwoodknights

“Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear a pitter-pat? And that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street..“

You hummed to yourself as you looked around the cell you were in, a shiver passed your body from the cold and you sniffled as the echoes of a swing band and Louis Armstrong’s crooning voice played in your mind. A soft smile lit your face as you thought back to the last time you were truly happy, when you had your Brother’s love all to yourself. Your tired eyes raised from the floor and you looked across the cell in disgust

The reason for you being trapped in the cell in the first place was staring back at you with wide scared eyes. Your five year old niece, Hope.

“Daddy used to sing that song to me”

You scoffed at her quiet voice and looked away, sniffling. Things had been so perfect until he knocked up some cheap whore called Hayley, and if you had a time machine you’d go back to the moment you found out she was pregnant and you’d rip her into shreds, consequences be damned. Things changed drastically, Niklaus never wanted to look at your artwork, he never sat down to sketch with you.Elijah stopped teaching you all the languages you yearned to know and Kol grew tougher on you.

You at least had your sister Rebekah until she ran off with Marcel. But you knew that one day she’d come and find you - After all. Hell hath no fury like Rebekah Mikaelson when she was in a bad mood. You closed your eyes and settled back against the wall, even your kidnappers treated Hope better. She had blankets and pillows and every few hours they let her use the bathroom

It felt like forever that you’d been cooped up in the basement of wherever it is you were, if you counted back accurately you knew you’d been imprisoned for close to a month. And you knew you were going to die, Niklaus moved heaven and hell for Hope barely even giving you a second glance. But you’d learned to love the solitude that came with it, you learned to observe and keep quiet. Hope’s sniffles alerted you that you weren’t exactly alone

“Daddy-”

“I don't care what Klaus used to do for you, Hope. I care about escaping or dying”

Light flooded the room and you nervously played with your daylight ring, if this was it and you were about to die then the least you could say was your brief time on this earth was well spent. You’d visited places you wanted to see. You met famous celebrities and people they teach about in History classes. You tasted foods and learned languages - You were happy and you were ready to go. Shuffling to the bars, you peeked through and held your breath. There she stood, 5′6 and blonde hair that tumbled down her back with blood stains all over designer jeans she’d definitely be throwing out later

“Rebekah”

“Y/n? Oh angel. Hey you’re okay. You’re safe, hello my love”

You exhaled a breath as your eyes filled with tears and her hand slipped through the bars, a lock of hair twisting around her finger. “You’re coming home with me and Marcel my own heart” The news made you crumble, and you sobbed into your legs, your hand tightly locking around your sister’s, a month of misery was finally over “But you can’t see Nik again”

Your head lifted as the blonde chewed her lip. Marcel gathered Hope in his arms, shooting you a comforting wink and your lip trembled. Your solid tough act came crumbling around you like the straw that broke the camel’s back “He had to choose my love. Choose between you and Hope”

“He chose Hope, it’s always Hope. You can go now Bekah.. It’s okay, I’ve lived such a phenomenal life” You framed her face in your hands, logging every little feature of her face as she took the cuffs off your hands and wrists “No. Please listen to me Bekah.. I’d rather die than not have Eli, Kol and Nik back” Your smile was watery and you kissed her knuckles. Not having your three favourite men was a torture in itself but you’d have their faces and smiles in your memory as you rotted away in this cell

“Hey kid” You grinned as Marcel knelt down, his large hand brushing your hair back, it always amused you how he called you kid when you were centuries older than him. You’d loved Marcel since the moment you’d met him, at one point harboring a crush that was unrequited due to his love for Rebekah. Marcel wrapped you in a tight hug and you buried your nose in his shoulder to keep a log of the way he smelled like sandalwood and leather.

“Let’s get you home, hey? We have a big bed with your name on it. And a bathtub with the biggest bath you’ve ever seen, Nik, Elijah and Kol do love you, they love you very much Y/n” You scoffed, shooting the most hateful glare at your niece in Bekah’s arms and you shook your head “He didn’t come for me, Marcel. He doesn’t love me at all”

“But I do. Me and Bekah want you to come home”

Home. It was such a simple word to some - A place where they could rest their heads at night and know the ones they loved were close by, but for you it was so far out of your vocabulary that you didn't know the word anymore “You can take art classes and we can go to museums, how about it?” The offer Marcel was giving you was so tempting and you chewed your lip, playing with the dainty ring on your finger

“I want a bay window, with a ledge I can sit on and look out at the world from”

You silently cursed Marcel for breaking your walls so easily.

“Where is she? Y/N?”

“FINN..”

You broke down into violent sobs as he pulled you up off the floor and close to his chest. Keeping the large world away with his strong hold. You didn't get on well with Finn most of the time. You liked to tease him relentlessly and he in turn would fire back. But a sense of comfort washed over you as he held you tight, you melted into his embrace and buried your nose in his shirt inhaling the smell of pine. Finn being here meant you were going to be alright, it meant you were going home and you’d be safe.

“Finn, you came for me..”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re our baby girl”

You were sure you were dreaming. You’d heard stories of people dreaming of those they loved most when they died and if you were dying now you were glad of the comfort Finn was bringing. You could pass easily with the smell of pine and fresh air surrounding you, with Finn and Rebekah’s love easing your worries. “Is this real? Am I dreaming?”

“Ssh, this is real. You’re safe, I’m taking you home”

You smiled, letting your eyes shut as the sound of a brass band and Louis Armstrong’s voice filled your head.

“Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Life can be so sweet On the Sunny side of the street”

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