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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
word count: 4.5k~
warnings: strong language, eventual violence, classic Niklaus resorting to violence and drinking away his problems
a/n: this is the 3rd chapter of my au longfic based off the The Originals (what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?). This chapter features Klaus’s pov, an insider to his struggles accepting his role as a father. Rebekah and Elijah makes their return. Davina as well. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.
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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 | 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲
𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃. From her thick curly roots, to the smeared blood currently being wiped clean from her delicate features, to the soft beatings of her heart indicating she was calmly resting. In his hand, he held an old photo of him sitting next to Vanessa. Who was clearly the girl's mother given the identical features they shared, alongside a letter explaining the situation of his existence with clear instructions to NOT come to New Orleans.
Yet the girl—Deena, as stated in the letter—came anyway. Hard-headed.
Klaus remembered Vanessa almost as if it was yesterday. He met the young aspiring witch at a local art exhibit held in The French Quarter where she first struck his interest, besides being the only who wore silly socks with a tight-fitting dress. She was not only well-spoken in art, but she had a way with words in which Klaus wouldn't notice the smile he wore until she told him, and she was her own person with a peculiar taste in fashion. And he liked it. In fact, he loved it. They hit it off quickly and spent every chance they had with each other, until one day she disappeared without a word. Klaus assumed it was because of him and didn't blame her since she was too good for his world and she deserved more than what he could provide for her.
"Impossible," Were the first words Klaus said. He tossed the photo to the floor and faced his back to Deena to slip her from his memory, to Elijah who spoke not one word until Klaus spoke first.
Elijah picked the photo from the floor and placed it on the table beside the written letter before Klaus seized a chance to rip it. "Whether it's true or not, the child needed our help and we gave that to her. Nik—"
"You expect me to believe this child is mine from a silly photo with a woman I dallied with years ago and some loveless letter of lies?" Growled Klaus. His mouth suddenly felt dry and though he did his best to put up a front, the fear in his eyes was evident and by the end of his words, panic had entered. "I am a vampire. I cannot procreate!"
Rebekah rinsed the cloth of blood in the warm water of dark red ready to be refilled and continued to clean the child's face and arms the best she could. The scent of her blood was alluring, preying them to feed into their cravings with just a taste, a single drop of her blood until there was no restraint to stop. But they have lived long enough to control their thirst, and the blood lust wasn't as appealing when the victim's a child and presumed to be a Mikaelson.
"Magic made you a vampire as us all, Nik." Rebekah pointed out. "But you were born a werewolf; it courses in your blood given by your father, so it is possible. Ludicrous but possible. And we can confirm it with your blood and hers. And a witch."
That shut Klaus up.
"The child has already been through enough, and we can't be sure of which witch we can trust until we figure out the origin of this madness. Let's not bother her anymore and hope she wakes soon." As Elijah spoke, he watched Deena intensively under his black lashes and compared her physical similarities to his little brother. Her lips. Her ears. Even her nose with a slight readjustment, accurately portrayed Klaus but there was no way to be sure without that spell Rebekah mentioned.
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "She will be fine. With my blood in her system, she's healing a lot faster than before. And I know a witch we can use; she was just here not too long ago banging on our doors to hear her out. And by the looks of it, she cares enough to do anything for her," Rinsing the last of Deena's blood into the bowl, Rebekah placed the rag on the dresser and carried the bowl into her arms to be refilled. She caught sight of Klaus's quietness, his eyes never leaving the child and added, "And if we hold this off any longer, we might as well shave our heads bald and pay ourselves a visit to the loony bin, and I don't rock a bald look. I would rather stab myself with the white oak before I plug in a bloody razor."
Rebekah left for the bathroom.
They knew exactly who Rebekah spoke of—Davina Claire, the teenage witch who wanted but nothing to do with the Mikaelsons. More specifically Klaus. After Elijah thought about the decision, he began to view Rebekah's point and agreed. However, the decision wasn't up to him.
Klaus could feel his brother's heated stare as he looked to him for answers he didn't have nor wished to answer. He stood quietly acquainted with fear more than anyone has witnessed since Mikael's invasion back in 1919. He does want the answer, but he's too prideful to ask for help and he was too afraid of the outcome.
Elijah then understood he would have to make the decision for them both and found Rebekah's gaze as she exited the bathroom with a clean bowl of warm water. "Let's do the spell."
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𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒. Her eyes never left Klaus as she made her way down the hallway and into the spacious room, waiting for a reason to use her magic against him, until she found Deena lying unconscious on the freshly made bed in the room she had once lived in back when Marcel was around and things were a bit hectic because of her. Or at least similar. She rushed to Deena's side with a gasp.
"She will be alright," Elijah answered her panicked thoughts as she pulled back at the blood staining her hands when she reached out for her. She sent him a soft glare and carefully took Deena's hand into hers. "Will you be able to perform the spell?"
Klaus, remain quiet. The quietest he's ever been.
Davina noticed her friend appeared a lot brighter in her complexion despite her blood-stained clothes. Even noticing her cuts vividly healing before her eyes which meant she was given vampire blood, and she felt guilty. Like it was her fault for not protecting her or keeping her away from Klaus as she intended to do. And by keeping the supernatural world a secret to protect her, she felt she had done more harm than good.
"I can try but since her blood is tainted, I'll have to—"
"The blood on her clothes is pure. Can you use that instead?" Asked Rebekah.
Davina narrowed her gaze from Deena's stained clothes. It was easy magic she's done before and responded, "I'm only doing this for Deena and no one else, so don't call me here again. I don't wanna be mixed up in your family drama." Her gaze found Deena's. "And she shouldn't have to either."
"You have my word," Elijah promised.
If Klaus was in his right mind, he would've had something to say about this but for the first time in a while, he had no energy to feed into petty drama.
Because Davina knew she could trust Elijah out of all the original siblings, she began the spell. She emptied the bowl of marbles she found on the dresser and began to remove Deena's blood into the bowl leaving her shirt spotless as if it had been recently washed. She then faced Klaus. "I need your blood." She demanded.
One by one, they looked to Klaus who was currently in his own world. He didn't hear Davina but he soon felt their stares and allowed Elijah's voice to be heard as he called his name softly. Of course, he was worried for his brother. He's never failed to hide his worrisome in times like this. Klaus followed his gesture towards Davina waiting for something he had. What was it she asked for? My blood? Without wasting another second, he bit into his wrist and held it over the bowl as his blood began to mix in with Deena's. He pulled back his arm as he began to heal and waited in the far corner.
Rebekah practically hovered over Davina as she continued on with the spell and Elijah stood in the center of everyone, his eyes never leaving Klaus. About five minutes later, Davina stood from her seat indicating she was finished with the spell.
Rebekah peeled herself from the wall. "Well, is it true? Has my brother officially knocked some poor woman up against her will?"
Klaus saw the way Davina looked at Deena, the look was enough to give him the answers they longed for, but he needed to hear it from her lips. He was desperate as they all were for the answer. She sighed finally meeting Klaus's anxious gaze. "She's a hundred percent Klaus's child." Davina announced.
Klaus was shocked into silence.
Not one word has been spoken as they struggled to process nature's loophole. A child, a true Mikaelson, here in flesh by the blood and DNA of Klaus, the Original Hybrid unable to create any lifeform of the living. It was difficult to create a logical answer in their heads how any of this was possible. Klaus has slept with countless women throughout the centuries, so why is it now that it's possible for his seed to create a mortal being? What made Vanessa so special out of all?
Rebekah felt bitterness towards the situation. Though she was happy her brother has a child he could watch grow old and she has become an aunty, she knew that kind of possibility wasn't possible for her. And she desired what Klaus had—a family. From her own DNA, conceived naturally from her body, children of her own. But she was a vampire. Unlike Klaus, she could not procreate. There was no loophole for her.
However, Elijah failed to hide his glee. After years of cleaning up after his brother's retaliation, years of watching his demons mold his anger to fear that has built a wall between his misery and his own happiness; wanting nothing but the best for him and for him to let go of his grudges against the world and start letting people in, he believed this could be a chance for Klaus to start over fresh. For not only Klaus, but for himself and for Rebekah. Maybe with the child's presence, could diminish their negative ways and bring back empathy. Something they haven't felt in a while.
Klaus shuffled into the desk behind him, his tear-filled eyes never left the unconscious girl. He didn't look at her with hate or displeasure; it was a softer look that couldn't be explained in words. There was too much roaming around in his head and in his heart and in his actions, it was too much for him to process.
Davina suddenly lifted the blood-filled bowl from off the bed and placed it on the smaller dresser near the bed in case Deena moved in her slumber. She clapped her hands together, gathering their destruct attention. The awkward silence was too much for her to stand in. "If that's all, I'm leaving." She sent Deena an apologetic stare before she was already out the door.
In a flash, Davina's backside was pressed against the opened door with a hard thud. Klaus held her by the neck, seizing to scare her by his threatening presence. "What kind of trick are you playing, Davina? Do you think I can be easily fooled? Do you not fear your worthless life?" He tightened his hand as she fought out his hold. She even sank her fingers between so that she could breathe.
"I did the spell like you asked!" Davina cried out.
Elijah sped towards the abrupt commotion while Rebekah took a hesitant step forward, in an attempt to pull Klaus from off Davina before he did anything he'd regret, but his grip loosened from her neck as an enormous amount of pain surged his brain. He fell to his knees while gripping his head like a maniac. His groans of pain and her lifted hand allowed them to put together the pieces.
Davina stumbled back as she caught her breath, rubbing her now red neck, eyes frantic on the other siblings in case they were going to try her. They held their ground. "Look, Deena's my friend. And as much as I wish I had sabotaged the spell and made your lives miserable, it wouldn't be fair to her and I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. She is your daughter whether you like it or not. And if you don't believe me, fine! Find another witch who's willing to do the spell. Not that you have many to call. I'm outta here."
The pain stopped as soon as Davina left the room. Klaus fell to the floor relieved of his torment. He will have his chance to murder that witch with his own bare hands someday. For now, he was focused on regaining his consciousness.
Elijah was already at his side to help him up. "Niklaus—"
"I don't need your help!" He pushed away his brother's helping hand and stood on his own. Everyone stood in silence. Klaus took one last look at Deena and fled the room within seconds.
Elijah sighed.
"How is this possible, Elijah?" Rebekah asked, staring at the child trying to find the similarities. There were a few, the same Elijah pointed out earlier, but it was hard to believe the child was real. "Despite him being a hybrid...is—is this natural? Is she truly his offspring? And If so, can he produce more?"
"This is all new to me as it is for you, but spells cannot lie. And I trust Davina. She is a hundred percent Klaus's offspring. Now for the lather, I will have to look into that."
She stopped at his side. "But—"
"I said I will look into it," Rebekah recognized that tone and held off from asking any more questions that couldn't be easily answered. "Why don't you find the child something she can wear when she awakens? I will go find our brother and talk some sense into him."
Without a word, Rebekah sped over to where Deena's luggage sat to look for come clean clothes.
"And Rebekah?"
She glanced up with a hum.
He motioned his finger around the room. "Make sure the house is empty before she awakens. We don't need an incident to occur or a hungry vampire's blood on our hands."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm always stuck with babysitting when I can do more than that," She whined. "The child I can do, but a house of pre-war vampires? They are already a pain in the ass."
"Just get it done."
She rolled her eyes and continued to search through Deena's clothes.
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𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 entering the bar he sat at to drain his sorrows in. It was only a matter of time before Elijah tracked him down. He never ventured out of his usual locations and his secretive spots were a work in process. Bringing up his empire took up the majority of his time having to fight through an army of vampires loyal to his dear Marcel. Of course, he couldn't bring himself to kill the boy he raised to make an example out of him, so he let him flee.
But none of that seemed to matter now that he found out he's a father.
Father.
A strange title he couldn't force himself to withhold. And instead of believing his forced reality, he decided to drink forth to a past he lived before the child was a thing. His glorious days he might call it.
"You learn of the existence of your child and yet you sit here to drink it away?" Elijah swiftly made his way toward Klaus.
Klaus placed down his 5th empty glass of whiskey and released a stressful sigh upon Elijah's disturbing question. "I do not wish to hear your nagging, brother unless you have come to join me?" With his head dangled over the glass-stained counters, he signal the waiter to pour him another glass.
Elijah then unbuttoned his jacket and ordered the waiter to serve him another round of whiskey as he took his seat next to him. They sat in silence. But knowing Elijah, he couldn't hold off the conversation any longer.
"What are you thinking, Niklaus?"
"I think of nothing. But I do think I need a stronger drink, don't you agree?" Klaus was clearly bothered by the question and ordered stronger liquor he could drown in, which meant there was something on his mind. Elijah knew what it was, but understood his tough-hearted brother needed a little push.
"Your expression tells me otherwise." He thanked the waiter who placed down his drink, and took a small sip before he continued. "Are you afraid you will become a bad father?"
"And so she has gotten to you with her puny lies? Oh, the Noble Elijah." Klaus mocked his title with a scoff. "The Elijah I knew would not be easily swayed by an amenable spell performed by the very witch who has tried to kill me more than twice and more to come in the future. A spell so that she can forge a weakness to catch me off guard when I have no weaknesses to be used!"
"And the brother I know would never be troubled with such matter if you truly believe her spell was purged." Klaus's heart thudded faster than its usual speedy pace, which Elijah heard or else he wouldn't have continued his boring speech. "No matter how you feel or what Davina's true intentions are, I do trust her and I trust she would not lie about something as great as this. Think about it, Niklaus, the girl's mother disappeared without a trace and when you asked of her to be located, the witch could not find her on any map which meant she was either cloaked or dead. A cloaking spell is only used when you want to hide from someone or you have something to hide."
"Yes, thank you, Elijah, for explaining to me the usage of a cloaking spell. Care to explain how to have a quiet drink without your brother pestering him with bogus ideas next?"
Elijah sighed. "I wish you would not joke for once."
Elijah wasn't phased when Klaus slammed his glass against the counter and faced his brother with an irritated look on his face. "Well, how else should I process this kind of information, brother? Shall we light a candle in a dark room, stare each other in the eyes, drink from goats' blood, then share our darkest fears and insecurities with one another?" He offered, humor on his tongue.
Elijah wore no smile on his face at his brother's silly offer. "I wish you would be honest with me for once and not hold up such a wall as if I am here to shame you of the very thing I want you to have—a family."
He faced the counter with the glass already at his lips. It was beginning to taste like water. "I already have a family." He boasted.
"And now you have a daughter, who is family."
The glass pressed heavily on his bottom lip when he suddenly froze. His eyes grew big hearing the D-word and family placed into the same sentence, no longer able to hold up his glass or Elijah would see his hand was shaking. Turning his head to control himself or Elijah would catch the glossy glint filling his vision. Forcing his heartbeat to slow or Elijah would detect his anxiety. A new weakness. One he kept struggling to deny.
Elijah made a good point about Vanessa because anyone who knew her knew she would never run from anything not even Klaus himself, but of course because of his nature, the thought never crossed his mind. He only assumed it was because of him, not the result of an action they both consented to.
Klaus could still feel his brother's stare. He knew that if he didn't say something now—the absolute truth behind the wall he kept gluing up—Elijah would get it out of him one way or another. And frankly, he just needed an ear to hear him out. And since Cami was not in viewpoint, he had no choice but to open up to his brother.
"Fine, you win. You want to know how I feel about becoming a father? I am petrified."
He finally faced Elijah who had been waiting all day for this exact moment to unfold, only to feel guilty for pressing the matter. But it was what he wanted, and Klaus would give him just that.
"Given the lack of fatherliness I received, I don't believe the subject is far-fetched. I mean, the girl is practically a young adult, what do I have in common with her? I have lived a self-ruled life of volition and a deep crave for violence as I rain hell upon my enemies, to suddenly become a father of a teenager in less than an hour?" He scoffed. His eyes suddenly black with anger while gulping down his drink in one sip and slammed the glass (almost breaking it) against the counter which caught a little attention. "Her mother knew of this knowledge yet she decided to keep it from me. Just wait until I track her down, she will never hear the last of me."
Elijah was finally able to understand a piece of Klaus's mind. There is potential and he was already showing it despite his crave for harming the child's mother. "You have missed her childhood; her first word, her first steps, her early years of growth and you feel guilty for that. But now you have a chance to miss no more of her development. This can be a new beginning for us all, for you, Niklaus. Maybe this isn't a bad thing."
"What if..." He swallowed hard. "What if I'm not ready? What if I'm not...good at this? Good enough? I have no experience of this sort and I don't always have the best interest of whomever I come across."
Elijah is taken back at his vulnerability and placed his hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort. "No one is ever ready for fatherhood, it just happens. But you are not alone in this, you have me and Rebekah at your side. Together we shall find a way. Always and forever." He smiled warmly.
For a moment, both brothers shared the weight of Klaus's fears. Hope sparked in his eyes and with comfort he knew his brother would always be at his side no matter the gravity of the situation and it made him feel a little less lonely. Almost happy even, until he remembered Zoeè and the silly prophecy she spoke of conjured out of ignorance, and the witches who seek to fulfill it by sacrificing Deena.
He stood to his feet with a mission written on his face. "Enough milking my sorrows, brother, I have Camille for that. Because we," While placing down his bill, "have a long list of witches to kill."
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
word count: 4.7k~
warnings: strong language, a stalking presence, mentions of suicide, shitty French translations
a/n: this is the 4th chapter of my au longfic based off the The Originals (what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?). I know the lore around vampires; Rebekah and Elijah are just being weird, already full. And just weird. This chapter has slight omniscient pov. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.
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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 | 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄, Deena woke up with a gasp almost as if she was drowning. She immediately sat up on guard as she remembered last night's situation. However, she wasn't in a graveyard, she was in bed, in someone else's room. And it wasn't night. The morning sun blinded her and blocking out the light didn't help either.
At her feet, a pair of folded clothes lie. It came from out her suitcase—a pair of blue mom jeans with a short-sleeved basic shirt and a yellow smiley face in the center. This house, this room, must belong to the people who saved her that night. Or was it last night?
It's unsure how long she's been unconscious.
Maybe Davina ended up finding her afterall and brought her home? Which meant another long day finding Klaus all over again.
She sighed as she got out of bed, cocking her head at how easily she stood without any aches or pain done to her body, which made no sense. She almost died. That pain...that feeling of extortion never left her memory. It was nothing she has ever felt in her entire life, something she never wants to feel again. And Deena wasn't dumb, whatever happened that night should've had a bigger impact to her body. So why did she feel completely fine?
She decided to think about it later as a foul stench came under her arms. I've definitely been out for some days. She grabbed the clothes and took a nice long, warm shower in the spacious bathroom connected to the room. After getting dressed and pushing back her thick hair with a black cloth material headband, she was left with only one door yet to explore—the door which led to whomever house this was.
There was no sign of life as she followed down the thick gray hallways decorated with a minimalistic taste. Her hand brushed against the rails peering out toward the open courtyard. Also empty. Deena even noticed a faded red color beneath her feet, a broken window a few doors down, and a door with its handle broken off. The place appeared somewhat rundown but it had a nice homey touch to the area. It was pretty huge so it had to be expensive.
But where the hell are the people?
She has passed by a few rooms, yet there was no sign of life, or the people who saved her that night. Not even Davina showing out from somewhere to greet her. It was so quiet she could hear her own breathing.
Making her way down the old stairs toward the open courtyard, Deena couldn't help but feel like there was someone behind her. Someone so close she could feel their warm breath against her neck, but when she spun to confirm her suspicion while rubbing her neck red, there was no one there. However, for a moment, she could've sworn a shadow was standing at the top of the stairs.
"Hello?" Deena decided to finally speak. She touched her throat slightly, remembering the thick feeling of blood clogged in her lungs. "Is there anyone here? N'importe qui (anyone)?"
The strange tingly feeling of someone's presence returned. She ignored it.
Deena found herself in a huge kitchen. It was the biggest kitchen her eyes had ever laid upon. If her mom was here, she'd love this kitchen and be in it all day. Herself too. It was spotless and brand new, almost as if it's never been touched. Odd how the house appeared as though it went through hell but the kitchen remains untouched.
A gust of wind blew against her backside as Deena furthered into the kitchen.
She was about to reach for the fridge handle in hopes there was something to eat, until a deep voice rumbled her organs. "I would not open that fridge if I were you. It's a bit of a mess and not prepared for your arrival."
Deena spun around with a gasp, slamming her body against the cool fridge. She's faced with a tall, brown-headed man dressed in a sharp freshly-steamed black suit. She eyed the kitchen for a weapon to defend herself from the mysterious man with a familiar tone of voice.
Recognizing her fear, he took a respectable step back to allow Deena her space. "My apologies, I tend to be silent on my feet." He explained. She only stared. "Where are my manners, my name is Elijah Mikaelson—" Deena's head perked at his surname. Mikaelson? "—Niklaus's elder brother, your...uncle I suppose is the proper word." Elijah noticeably cringed at the word 'Uncle'. Just as Klaus, it tasted foreign on his tongue.
It took Deena a moment to connect Niklaus to Klaus Mikaelson, her father. So this wasn't Davina's place afterall. "He's alive?" She lets down her guard with a question that's been on her mind.
Elijah sized the child for unhealed injuries. "Very much so. He is a tough man to kill." Of course, she'd be perfectly fine with Rebekah's blood in her system, but he was worried for her mentally. No child should ever have to go through a tragic experience even by the hands of witches and their long history of child sacrifices. "How do you feel? You weren't in the best shape when we found you."
"I feel..." There were many things Deena currently felt; confused, energetic, powerful, relieved to be alive and to have found her father though she's yet to meet him, a lot better than when she arrived, and... "Hungry. Very hungry."
"Yes," He searched around the kitchen for food that wasn't there. "Hunger. We should get you something to eat and I will make that happen. Come with me."
Deena followed behind Elijah. "How long have I been out?"
"About two days or so."
Deena stopped in her trail.
Elijah also heard when her footsteps haltered. When he faced her, he noticed a distant look in her brown eyes. "There seems to be something on your mind? What is bothering you?"
Deena shook her head. "It's nothing. I shouldn't bother you w—"
"I don't mind the bother. In fact, I would be more than eager to know whatever is on your mind at all times if you, of course, permit me to know."
Her lips parted as she took a step back, not expecting his response. His attention. His care for her well-being and a will to listen to her and whatever was said out her mouth. She hasn't felt this way since her mother passed away and liked it. A lot. It was what she wanted, for someone to care about her again. She could only wonder what her father was going to be like when they met.
"I-I don't," Deena shrugged, stumbling over her words to make sense of everything. "I don't understand what happened when I woke up in that graveyard. That woman seemed to know me but I don't know her—I don't know anyone here! She told me I could help her coven, that I was upsetting the balance of magic...and threw a girl I met against the wall like a wizard. And caused so much pain to my body without touching me. I don't...how? How's that possible?"
Elijah took note of Deena's confusion. He was as well confused himself given her mother and her long history of heroic acts. "Your mother never told you..." He trailed off to leave the answer up for his niece to fill in and make sense of.
Deena blinked. "Told me what?"
Elijah fell to silence with a soft hum.
Wishing to press the matter no more and lead the child to a source of human food, his ears perked at footsteps heading in their direction. He took a cautious step in front of Deena in a protective manner until the footsteps came with a face entering the kitchen. Elijah then backed down.
A white woman with long, flowy blond hair dressed in a leather jacket with a light pair of jeans (in this heat) entered the kitchen they were just about to exit. She noticed Deena on her way in and rose her threaded brows in surprise almost as if she'd seen a ghost. "Well, look who is alive. Of course, you would be, you're a Mikaelson; we always survive whatever hell is thrown our way." She paused, thinking. "Well...not all, but most find a way."
Deena looked to Elijah for confirmation. "This is R—"
She stiffened as the woman went in for a hug. She failed to warn Deena of this action and looked to Elijah for help who simply allowed it to happen. "Wow. You smell good," She inhaled deeply. To the vampires, to Elijah more specifically, the saying could've meant anything and he was going to stop his sister from whatever impulse until Rebekah sensed him. "Relax, Elijah, it's a compliment. You know I would never harm a child nevertheless my niece."
"Sorry...who are you?"
"Rebekah Mikaelson, but you may call me Aunt Bekah. I quite like it; It has a nice ring to it. Aunt Bekah." She repeated to see how it sounded off her lips again.
Another Mikaelson whom Davina mentioned. His sister. Unsure of their ages, they both appeared quite young. Rebekah near her age or older and Elijah in his mid 20's. She wasn't sure where her father fits in yet but given the picture he took with her mother, he should be in his late 30's or early 40s possibly. Davina also mentioned they were troubling and terrorizing the city, but they didn't seem all that scary to her. She admits, there was something definitely off about them but not entirely questionable.
"I'm Deena Salée...which you know already." She laughed nervously, overwhelmed by meeting her family. It used to be only her and her mom, but now she has an uncle, an aunt, and even a father...wherever he might be.
Elijah smiled. "Salée it's a French surname and judging by the accent, you are?"
She nodded proudly. "Oui,"
"Mon frère a vraiment une attirance pour les françaises, du coup, je ne suis pas vraiment surprise." (My brother definitely has a thing for French women , so I'm not surprised)
Deena lifted a brow at Rebekah's perfect pronunciation. "Tu peux comprendre le français (You understand French)?" She asked. She was happy to have met someone who spoke her native language.
"Please, I probably invented it." Rebekah mused as she pulled herself onto the squeaky clean counters. She brushed her fingers through her long locks before flipping it effortlessly over her shoulder. "With all the time we have, acquiring languages is like teaching a baby to walk. It's easy. Après tout, tu est à New Orleans (After all, you’re in New Orleans). French is everywhere."
"We want you to be comfortable, Deena. If you prefer us to communicate in a language you're most comfortable with using, we will be happy to abide." Elijah reassured.
Rebekah agreed as well.
Deena only met these people today and they would go to great lengths to make her comfortable even enough to speak her language. It was all too real to be true. More dreamlike than true. "I appreciate it, but we spoke both English and French at home. I can use the extra practice anyway so English is perfect for me."
"As you wish,"
Both vampires flickered to Deena at the sound of her stomach growling. It was the tiniest growl. One she couldn't hear though she felt its soft vibrations beneath where her hand rested. Rebekah jumped off the counters, searching through cabinets and hidden spots when Deena lifted her head from her growling stomach, which growled more. A sound Deena heard this time.
She slammed the nearest cabinet with a dragged groan. "No matter how many bloody times I check, no human food lies about. You must forgive us, Deena, we weren't expecting guests. Alive at least." Human food? Deena looked to Elijah who was glaring at Rebekah, who paid no mind to either of their stares and faced Deena with her arms crossed. "What do you say, little niece? Shall we eat a restaurant dry?"
Despite her confusion, Deena gave a nod. "Okay," She eased into a smile.
"Rebekah," Elijah called pressingly. "A word please in the hallway." Once acquiring his sister's attention, he gestured to the hallway outside of the kitchen.
Of course, she arrived within seconds using vamp speed. Elijah released a stressful sigh at her rash actions. Luckily, Deena was occupied with an ancient-looking vase in the kitchen to witness it.
"Did I say something wrong? You know I've never been great with children, but I'm willing to learn. Always."
"It's not that," Elijah peered into the kitchen to check on the child once more. She sat at the counter waiting for their return.
Oddly, she felt the vibrations of their voices speaking. The same vibrations she heard from those around her. And sometimes if she focused hard enough, she'd hear sounds she could not see. But she couldn't hear them. It was an on-and-off thing that started a month ago. Possibly a special gift. Like a mutant from X-Men.
It was so strange to Elijah—to all of them—after living an immortal life with no care for mortals who surrounded them as they all perished in time and often by their hunger, to now having a mortal child of their blood in their care. He couldn't keep his eyes off her and believed it to be a fever dream.
"I'm afraid the child has no knowledge of this world and the creatures which lie within it. I believe her mother has failed to inform her."
Rebekah scoffed. "Her mother is a powerful witch, an unforgettable one who has done a lot for the communities in her prime time. How could she not know? You can't just turn off magic whenever you want."
"Her mother might have her reasons. Though she was respected by the deeds she sow, she was as well a threat to those who despise her coalition outside her community." Elijah explained, placing himself in her shoes. "For now, we should reframe from making Deena think we are otherwise but human, which begins with the choice of your wording sister."
"Well, how the hell do you suppose we do that? The Quarter is roamed with vampires and witches, including her hybrid father who can't control his impulses. Not to mention tonight's a full moon so every vampire who's not across that river will be here. And if she's anything like her mother, I'm sure there's a magical storm cooking up somewhere in her. If not now."
Deena's ears perked, the vibrations of Rebekah's voice repeating back 'if not now'. She heard her. As clear as day, as if she was standing right over her shoulder, Deena could hear their conversation. Well, not all. She only heard that part and what's to come after. Anything else before that line, nothing.
But that wasn't all. The ancient-looking vase she once admired before she took her seat at the counter, rattled. Right before her eyes, a force once used after her mother died. When she mourned her death, every window in the house shattered and papers flew everywhere—the same that's happening now. Against the vase.
She peered back to where Elijah and Rebekah conversed and continued watching the vase, until her focus was brought back to Elijah's speaking. "I have the means to do some digging. Afterall, she is a Mikaelson born from a hybrid father and w—" Deena jumped to her feet with a yelp as the vase continued to rattle, more violently now. Its rattle kept her from concentrating on their conversation and putting together the mixed pieces.
"...but for now, we are human. And we are hungry..."
There was something about the rattle, around this very room, within her, which was calling to her. And when she lifted her hand, not knowing what else to do, or why she should do it—it stopped. The rattle stopped. Astonished, Deena peered down at her hand. Then at the vase. What the hell? Did I do that?
"Deena, are you ready to go?"
Deena jumped with a gasp at Elijah's voice scaring her from behind without any warning. Her heart thudded in their ears and intensified as she followed his curious gaze toward the vase...the vase she stopped with her hand.
"Y-yeah, I'm ready. Just waiting for you two."
Rebekah revealed herself from behind Elijah's tall figure. "Great because I know an amazing place that will make you feel right at home." She cheered.
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𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃’𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐇 were only going to watch Deena eat instead of eating themselves. They acted as if she was filming a mukbang or was fascinated by how much food she digested though all she ordered was red beans and rice with ham hock and lemon water on the side. They brought her to this local spot which served traditional dishes famous in New Orleans. She was overwhelmed by the menu and asked the waiter for recommendations. After having a taste of this delicious delight, Deena could never go back. This was currently her favorite spot.
A hand soft on Deena's shoulder, "How you liking your food, baby?" It was Lovelie, the owner of the restaurant 'Mama's Joint'. She appeared in her late 40's though with her hair braided individually and pulled back into a half-down style, she looked even younger. But she was sweet and her aura reminded Deena of her mother in a sense.
"I might become a regular." Deena replied. Judging by the red sauce on her lips, she enjoyed the food a lot more than expected.
Lovelie smiled. "I'm pleased to see it's a Mikaelson thing. They sure favor this place. Kept me in business for years."
It was new to be referred to as a Mikaelson though her surname legally remained a Salée. She didn't feel worthy of having their name when they were still strangers to each other. She felt it's a name she must earn and not be given on a silver platter. But stranger or not, it didn't stop Elijah from introducing Deena to Lovelie as his niece.
"Much more than your delightful cuisines but the culture you put into your work. We always appreciate the city inside and out." Elijah complimented.
"I'm touched," She sent him a pleased expression before she tapped Deena's shoulder again. "Let me know if you need anything else."
After she left, Deena took note of their untouched food. Rebekah ordered a drink while Elijah ordered a chocolate fudge cake—all which still remained untouched. The most Elijah had done was poke his fork in the cake.
"Are you guys not eating?" They followed Deena's furrowed brows to their untouched items.
"I'm afraid I ate before coming here," Elijah replied, crossing his arms. And he had, but it wasn't human food.
Deena looked to Rebekah waiting to hear her excuse next. "Me too, but this cake looks tasty," She slid Elijah's cake in front of her and began eating. She ate as if Deena was holding a gun to her head when it was only a simple question, and smiled when feeling Deena's stare. "Just as I remembered...eating this a day ago."
They both went back to eating. Rebekah actually enjoying the sweet delight though full from an earlier feast.
But for now we are human and we are hungry. The words played back into Deena's head as she ate her food silently. She inspected them—two perfectly statued humans who appeared human for the most part. They act like humans. They sort of ate like humans. So what did Elijah mean by that statement? Were they not human at all? Or didn't believe they were? They were a bit weird in a sense but Deena brushed it off. It was nice to be around family again.
Elijah felt the presence of someone near and peered out the window to confirm his suspicion. A fainted smile then curled his lips after narrowing his gaze to the hand fidgeting with the folded napkin.
Deena went to follow his gaze wanting to know what caught his attention, but her view was clouded by Rebekah's head as she barged the young teenager with questions as if they were in an interview. "Tell us about yourself, Deena. I feel the better we know each other, the more we won't feel like strangers." She continued, shoving a forkful in her mouth. "How about we start with the basics? What's your favorite food? Favorite color? Any boys you fancy? Or girls? Do you recall a moment in life where you felt...magical?"
Elijah's eyes went big at Rebekah's question and cleared his throat loud enough to put her in her lane, but she ignored Elijah, waiting patiently and eagerly for Deena's response. More so the lather.
Deena looked between the two. "Um..." She trailed.
While Deena thought of what to say, Elijah decided to speak in his word while he had the chance. "One question at a time, Rebekah. She is still eating." He told her in a calm, pressing manner.
She rolled her eyes. "You can't blame me for being excited, but fine. I will wait until she's finished eating. I forget mort—" Caught herself with a smile. "—we tend to eat slow at times. Take your time, dear. Just not all day."
"It's okay, I'm finished."
Deena continued to stuff down ham despite her mouth already filled with rice. She was trying to finish her meal in a couple of bites, but her calculations were way off. Much off. The servings here were much bigger than what's given in her country, it would probably take her a day or two to complete. But it didn't stop her from trying.
Elijah saw she was forcing herself to eat faster and grew worried, as well as the stalking guest across the street before a phonecall occupied his attention. "Please, do take your time and be careful to not choke." He reached for her drink, placing it in front of her and held it there until she took the cup to sip from. "If you wish to finish your meal, we can wait. Believe me, we have all the time in the world to hear the side of your story."
And Deena did just that. She ate as much as she could hold with the help of lemon water washing down the food. The rest would be scooped in a to-go box and bagged up for a later dinner or midnight snack.
After a moment of letting everything settle, she sat in her chair with nothing on her brain as she began to think about herself. Of course, she knew all of the things she liked and found passion in, but having to form them into words so that another person could understand her was hard. It reminded her of the first day of school when the teacher chooses a student one-by-one to stand up and share what they've done over the summer including three interesting facts about them. Deena was normally picked last and when she couldn't think of what to say—despite being given a 20+ student headstart—she'd repeat what another had said in different words. But this time, she was the first to be picked.
"I'm not really a picky eater so I can eat just about anything, but I love cheesecake! It was so bad at one point my mom had hidden the cake and forced me to eat something real. But no matter where she kept it hidden, I always found it. I like oranges too—my favorite fruit. I eat them mostly in the mornings but I like them as a fresh snack throughout the day. And..."
Deena paused just to make sure she wasn't talking too much or boring either of them to death, but they seemed to not mind her chatter and were genuinely interested in her life.
Rebekah shared a smile upon hearing the story. "Damn. I guess I'm the only picky eater in the family." She jokingly smacked her lips.
"Continue on," Elijah prompted.
"Uh...I like pastel colors, nude is nice too. Better most times. Opposite from my mom who wore every color on the rainbow, she would change her clothes four times a day if it wasn't as crazy or expressive enough. And she would..." Deena stopped herself before she got carried away speaking too much about her mother. Because when she did, she would get emotional, and when she's emotional, she will cry; and when she does cry, it will be hard to stop. And weird things happened when she cried. "Sorry. I was supposed to be talking about me, but I'm here talking about my mom instead. I probably killed the mood." The chuckle Deena let loose was painful, easy to see through, so she stopped and started messing with her unfinished food.
Elijah handed her a napkin he wasn't fidgeting with the moment a tear shed. "It's quite alright, Deena." He was never great at comforting children, but he was better at it than most of his siblings. So he believed. "I don't mind either story you tell."
"Speaking of your mother, does she not know you're here? France is very far away, you're a minor, and I'm sure your mother's stapling missing posters across towns."
Silence.
Elijah sent his sister a soft glare. She has a big problem with not reading the room and saying whatever was on her mind without thought. "If you prefer we talk about something else we can," Offered Elijah. "Maybe even about ourselves so you don't feel the spotlight is only on you."
Deena admired her uncle's compassion. She actually would rather talk about them instead of herself because what she was practicing in her head failed to translate properly out her mouth.
But since they were on the conversation, Deena assumed now to be a decent time to tell everyone the truth. "My mom doesn't know I'm here," She started, fidgeting with the napkin under the table to avoid their contact. "But I didn't run away either. The truth is, she died a month ago; suicide. And when she left, I sort of went through her things—which is where I found a letter about my father and where he lived—then came here on a whim without much planning. I know she didn't want me to come here for whatever reason, but..." She shrugged. "I came anyways and I don't regret it. But if my presence here complicates anything, I don't mind leaving. I can—"
Rebekah calmed her racy thoughts by grabbing her hand and bringing her mind back to earth. "You're a Mikaelson, love. There is no other place we want you to be but here with us." She reassured her niece, relieved they weren't shipping her back to France so soon.
When both siblings exchanged a glance, it was clear they shared the same thought surrounding Vanessa's death—flawed. Neither knew Vanessa on a personal level or as well as Klaus did, so maybe it was true and she was fighting some inner demons she couldn't beat. But in a world they live in and the person Vanessa was, suicide was just another easy stamp on cases with evidence beyond the human's capacity. Either it was a case they couldn't understand, or was too lazy to solve and threw it away.
Elijah stood from his seat, almost jumping in action, and acquired both their abrupt attention. "I will have to hold off on my introduction since a matter has come up." He sent a smile foolish enough to fool Deena, but Rebekah saw past it. "I will make it up to you another time, Deena."
She frowned a little. "I understand."
They watched him leave.
Rebekah then scooted in. "Now that it's just us girls, do tell, do you have a lover back home? A prince charming or princess missing you and waiting for your return?"
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
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𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫
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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 | 𝗔 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗔 𝗡𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀
“𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌!” Rebekah held open the door to the same room Deena woke up in earlier today. Since it was just her and Rebekah since Elijah had matters to take care of, she decided to give her niece a tour of the large compound that was to be her home. "Was once Kol's, but he no longer needs it. I figure you will put it to good use."
The brother who died. One of them at least.
Deena learned her family was a lot bigger than expected. Her father was the middle child out of his six siblings, most who have died of natural causes or complications at a young age, as Rebekah—the youngest—explained. She didn't talk much about their parents, her grandparents, and kept details about the dead short and simple. She did mention her grandparents were from Norway, but born in some town called Mystic Falls before they found comfort here in New Orleans. But as Deena continued to spend her time here, though it hadn't been long, New Orleans was beginning to feel like home too.
"Wow, this is a lot of white."
Now that she wasn't panicking over an unexplainable memory and it was confirmed her heart was in fact still beating, Deena could finally appreciate the room. A king-sized bed divided the room equally. Dressed in cream-white sheets and brown-mixed pillows, no evidence of blood which was there earlier. The floors are wooden, a perk for spills and paint. Near the bed stood a sizeable curtain-less window with a built-in couch. There were also two doors located in her room beside the main door; one led to a full-sized bathroom with two sinks and a connected bath and showerhead, and the other led to a walk-in closet.
This room had no personality.
And after living the majority of her life with her colorful mom, she wasn't used to classic, bland interior and it was a major turn-off.
Rebekah glanced out the window with curiosity. "Trust me, I know. My brother hired some uptown designer from Manhattan to refurnish the house after it was occupied by a handsome fella we don't speak of." She continued. "I don't think your father cares much for the interior as long as the house is still standing and there's no signs of the previous owner."
Nodding, Deena entered the closet, astonished at its size. She never had this much space back home, but she wasn't cramped either. "I didn't bring a lot of clothes to fill this closet. I brought what I could carry and left everything back home, which isn't going to last me but a week or two."
"Not a problem. Say the word and we'll go on a girls-only shopping spree!"
Deena would never fight against someone willing to pay for her, but this was different. Her old friends back home who had big families told her once that first impressions were everything. Once you start asking for money and depending on everyone's help and getting too comfortable while doing so, then you gain the title of a "Beggar". And Deena didn't want that kind of label stuck to her name forever.
"I don't know..." Exiting the closet to Rebekah struggling to pinpoint the drain in her tone, Deena continued. "You guys already done so much for me; you fed me, welcomed me willfully into your home, gave me a roof under your house, and now you're offering to pay for this and that. I don't want you thinking I can't do for myself even when you aren't around. I don't wanna waste your hard-earned money on useless needs."
Though this room could use a makeover and a few outfits won't hurt.
With a sigh, Rebekah plopped down on the couch at the window. "Love, you're a child." And so was she. There were the same age, but she seemed to possess an old soul. "These are basic needs you shouldn't have to think too hard about. If I had your mindset each time a man has offered to spoil me, I would have been called an ungrateful bitch. Which I have for other reasons," She was stirring away from her point, losing Deena in the mix but got back to what she was saying. "But to the point, you can be independent and willing to accept help at the same time. You are my niece and will be the only—let me provide for you. Money is not a problem and it will never be. How about we go pick up some things and refurnish this room into your likings? I know you hate it as much as I do. It's giving me a bloody headache."
Rebekah jumped to her feet excited to venture out in the city and spend a load of money without looking at the price tags. It was also an excuse to hang out with Deena more though she has all eternity to do so. Having a mortal, growing niece meant so much to her and she wanted to be there every step of the way.
Deena rubbed her neck, filling her lungs with a tiresome yawn. "Can we do it another time? I'm a little tired. Jet-lagged." Deena felt the opposite of tired; she felt energized to the point she could jump off a tall building and somehow survive. She had two days to get over her jet-lag but after eating at Mama's Joint, she needed to sleep it off.
"Of course, we can. Whenever you want. I will be right outside if you need me."
Deena headed across the room where her open luggage lies next to the bed. She had already taken off her shoes before entering and bent to her knees to search for something comfortable to wear. Sleeping in jeans made her uncomfortable, so she found a pair of boy boxers and stood to undress—until Rebekah's figure was standing at the door Deena watched her disappear from. She clenched her chest with a gasp. She was silent on her feet like Elijah.
"Sorry for scaring you," She sent her an apologetic smile. "Just wanted to tell you that if you happen to wake up and find the courtyard scattered with random people, don't be alarmed. They work for your father. Tonight's a...a meeting is being held. They could be here all night possibly, but I rather you stay here until morning. You're a pretty girl and who knows what their intentions are."
A business meeting all night? Deena decided to not question it and gave a nod. "I might sleep all night through day anyways." She reassured. "I ate too much."
Rebekah sent one last smile before closing the door behind her. Leaving for real this time.
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𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘, Deena is running in the woods.
Her chest heaved, her throat cold and dry from the amount of air rushing in her lungs, sweat painting her skin like a beautiful piece made of oil painting, she kept running even when she was close to giving out. It was so dark with little to no light guiding her besides the full moon shining down against her shoulders. She couldn't see anything and had to trust her instincts to guide her out the woods that went on forever like an endless maze.
She glanced over her shoulder—nothing but darkness.
She kept running.
She didn't know who or what she was running from or why she felt nothing but fear, but she kept running and never looked back.
Deena ran past the tall trees encaving her surroundings and entered the entrance of a large green field of nothing. She took a moment to catch her breath, hovered over her quivering squatted knees as she sucked in a large proportion of air that was failing to calm her hammered chest. Then suddenly, a shadow appeared before her. A familiar face. One that pained her to see.
Deena stepped forward, cautiously with furrowed brows. "Maman?" It was her. Her mother. Tall, thick tight curls filling her head, wearing the last thing Deena saw her in; a fitted tank top under black overalls with paint dried along the thigh area and splattered dots at her waist. Overwhelmed by suppressing emotions, tears filled her brown eyes. "You're supposed to be dead. How are you here? Why are you here?"
She went to hug her mother, only to fall through her like a ghost. She plunged hard to the ground with no will to get up.
Deena stared up at her mother who stared down at her with disappointment. "Why are you here? I told you not to come here yet you came anyway? You never listen to me, Deena. Why don't you ever listen?"
Deena stared at her hands. "Why can't I touch you?" She questioned, ignoring her mother's clear disappointment. "C'est un rêve (Is this a dream)? Am I dreaming?"
"You need to leave this city. It's too dangerous with you being here."
"But I just got here. I'm not leaving."
"I'm protecting you, Deena!" She shouted with panic then lifted her gaze to nothing but darkness above. "You don't know what you're doing. What you are. What I've done to ensure your safety. It's only a matter of time before she finds you."
"Who?" Deena struggled to her feet. "Who's coming for me?"
Instead of answering Deena's concerns amongst many things, she watched her mother peer around the field as if she was looking for someone or sensed someone was near and reached for Deena's wrist, successfully touching her. Deena's eyes grew wide with shock. She felt warm. Real. She could even feel the tiniest hairs brushing along her arm.
"How is this possible? You feel so real."
She continued to drag Deena across the field. "She knows you're here. She has sensed you. Come home now—home where I can protect you. Where you should be."
Deena was stuck on the fact she could touch her mother that she didn't realize how tight her grip was digging into her skin. "Maman, you're hurting me—Ouch!" She attempted to pull free but her mother didn't bother. Deena tripped over herself, and instead of them stopping or her making sure she was okay, she was being dragged along the grassy field. Her mother has never been this powerful. And the woman she knew would never hurt her. "You're hurting me, get off! I said GET OFF!" A magical force came from her hand, releasing her grip from her mother's.
The force was too strong and sudden it swept her mother off her feet and Deena just a few feet away. She didn't realize what she did until it happened. Her hand clamped over her mouth. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Maman, I—"
However, her mother wasn't phased by her magical powers. She was looking past Deena with a fearful look on her brown face before she stumbled back.
Deena was unable to see what her mother saw before a cold hand gripped her neck, suffocating her of oxygen she was already lacking. It was a person in a black cloak. All she saw was blackness when looking for a face. When the figure motioned their hand through the air, blood leaked from a scratch burning across her cheek and Deena gritted her teeth to conceal its pain.
She couldn't fight them. They were a lot stronger than her. Even her mother failed to fight them off and disappeared after chanting words said by the hooded individual. They then lashed out their tongue, licking Deena's sweat-stained skin, tasting her blood. And the magic that lurks within.
They hummed, satisfied by what they discovered. "There is power in your blood, child. Such power I seek." A woman's voice spoke through darkness. A thick Nordic accent coated her tongue. Deena squirmed under her hold, unable to escape from, but her breathing grew heavy and pain signals tracked all over her body. The dark head lifted their gaze to the full moon rising at its peak, and though her expression was blacked-out, Deena felt her frown. "But it seems another force of nature calls onto you. We shall meet again. Even if I must stop nature at its course, we will."
Deena was released.
She woke up with a terrifying scream scratching up her throat in a puddle of sweat. Red eyes that were once dark brown ceased beneath the shadows, and her ears were filled with the loud cracking of her bones invading her peaceful nature.
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
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“ Let him be ”
Elijah Mikaelson x Y / N
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C O M P O U N D . . .
" Jesus, hurry up. " I mumble angrily to myself, waiting for my soon to be ex boyfriend to come home.
Klaus and I have been dating for nearly 2 years, last summer I moved to New Orleans to be with him.
But, I recently found out he cheated on me with his bitchy therapist, Camille.
So, i'm sitting in his study, waiting to confront him.
" Y/N? " Klaus yells from a distance.
" Y/N, there you are. " He says as he walks into his study.
" Here I am. " I say dryly, taking a sip of the drink in my hand.
He sighs, rolling his eyes. " What is it now? "
" Don't play dumb." I reply.
" I'm not. But please, enlighten me. What have I done now? " He says.
" Oh, I don't know. Fucked your
SHRINK?? " I yell, now standing up.
" What! You're crazy, I- " He rambles on.
" Go to hell, you pretentious bastard! " I say, knowing exactly what to say in order to hurt him.
" Ah yes, bastard. You've been waiting for oh so long to throw that in my face, havent you! " He replies, raising his voice.
" We're done! " I scream in his face, stomping into the hall.
Why the hell would he choose her over me?!
I mean, i'm younger, not to mention I don't psychoanalyze him constantly!
I stomp down the stairs, noticing that Elijah and Rebekah are there, obviously eavesdropping.
" Your brother is a fucking c*nt! " I say to them, walking to the door.
" Y/N, wait. " Elijah says, following me outside.
" If you're planning on convincing me to forgive Klaus, don't. " I say, not stopping.
" I wasnt - im not. I just wanted to say i'm sorry for my brothers behavior. Niklaus often does things without thinking of anyone but himself. " He tells me.
" you're...sorry? " I ask in disbelief.
" He never deserved you. " Elijah says, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
" Elijah.. I don't know what to say. " I tell him, trying to hide the fact that i'm blushing.
" Then don't say anything. " He says, pulling me in and kissing me softly.
I immediately kiss him back, putting my hands in his hair.
He pulls away.
" I'm sorry Y/N. I. I shouldn't have. " He says.
I stand there for a second, contemplating.
Without giving it a second though, I passionately kiss him again.
He kisses me back without hesitation, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
We make out for a few minutes before I pull away, needing to take a breath.
He looks like he's trying to hold back laughter, slyly smirking.
" What's so funny? " I ask, smiling at the man in front of me.
He chuckles. " Niklaus will be furious. "
" Then let him be. " I say, kissing him again.
** this is an old imagine from my wattpad account , i’d like to think my writing has improved since this , but i still thought i should post on here !! lmk if i should do more <3:) **
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‘ G o r g e o u s ’
Tristan De Martel x ImmortalWitch!Reader .
“ I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know that you’re in love with my brother. ” Aurora says with a playful smirk.
I sigh, staring blankly up at the art that littered the ceiling of the newest Strix mansion.
“ It doesn’t matter, Aurora. He’ll only ever see me as a colleague. He’s made it more than clear. ”
“ Don’t be so sure. He doesn’t keep just anyone around this long. ” She replies with a wink, her lavish accent shining through.
I lift my glass of bourbon to my crimson red painted lips, quickly guzzling the overpowering liquid.
“ Whatever. ” I say with a sigh, trying to appear nonchalant. “ Let’s talk about something else. Have you picked a gown yet for the next gala? ”
“ Not yet, should we make a trip to the city this weekend? surely my elder brother can excuse you for a few hours. ” she purrs, smiling.
“ I’m sure that can be arranged! ” I smile, straightening my charcoal mini skirt.
I see aurora glance at the door, instantly knowing who it is. I turn to see none other than Tristan De Martel, so magnetic it was almost obnoxious.
Walking towards Aurora and I. She stands to greet him, wrapping her arms around his taller frame as I stand there, trying not to stare.
“ Y/N, darling im glad you could make it! I assumed you’d be arriving Monday, along with Aya. ” He says, angelic in the way his raspy voice echoes off the walls as he ever so gently grabs my hand, kissing the back.
“ Well, I figured i’d surprise you. ” I say with a smile, before he starts talking with the lovely Aurora.
A true work of art in his black pea coat, fragrant of luxurious vanilla cologne and foreign cigars.
“ Can I make you a drink, Tristan? ” I offer, tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.
“ Yes, please. Thank you sweetheart. ” He purrs, smiling in my direction before continuing his conversation with his younger sister.
I walk over to the large, fully stocked bar, grabbing a clean glass and a fresh bottle of scotch. Aurora was right, I am *so* whipped. A faux sense of hope washes over me, as I can’t help but think about what it would be like to be loved by the Strix leader.
But alas, i’m not. To him, im just another person who runs around doing his bidding.
But a girl can dream, right ?
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‘ you’re so gorgeous , i cant say anything to your face. ‘cause look at your face! ’
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Elijah Mikaelson when you’re being a brat.
┊ ⋆ !!SMUT!! ┊ DNI if that makes you uncomfortable . ┊ . . . ┊
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“You better drop the attitude, dearest. Otherwise, I assure you, you will not be pleased with the consequences.” The original warned, taking a step closer to you.
“You may be a control freak but you can’t control me. I’m not your fuckin’ slave!” you snap back.
That was entirely too much for him to take, his blood boiled as he thought of you chatting with his youngest brother Kol earlier that day, and he naturally assumed he had corrupted you.
“Apologize this instant or I shall forget that I am a feminist.” He threatened, the anger so prominent in his luscious brown eyes that it seemed he could burn you just with his gaze.
“You won’t really do anything. You’re all talk, Elijah.” You taunted, too far gone to realize what was to come.
He stalked towards you, delicately lifting his hand and lovingly stroking your cheek, before roughly pulling you in and placing his lips beside your ear.
“Now you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to your throat, dearest.” He said into your ear, unbuckling his leather belt with his free hand.
And, at that moment, you realized that shallow apologies and your screams won’t help you get his benevolent forgiveness anymore.
“Get on your knees.” He spoke.
“I’m sorry ‘Lijah, I was just kidding.” You pleaded, flashing him a faux innocent look.
“I said, get on your knees.” He commanded, glaring daggers at you.
You quickly obeyed, knowing better than to taunt him any further.
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Tumblr Recommendations (2023)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these works. All credits go to the rightful owners. Please remember that these have simply been my preferences throughout the year. Also, note that I have not watched the shows or played the games related to some of these fandoms so I cannot promise that my recommendations are true to character. This masterlist also acts as a physical depiction of my mental illness😃🙂😅.
Started: 2023/11/01 Last Updated: 2024/01/10
Here is the link to my fanfic rec list from 2024:
Tumblr Recommendations (2024)
The Walking dead
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
Twisted Wonderland
Dream SMP
DCU
What in Hell is Bad
The Witcher
Resident Evil
Top Gun
Marvel
The Originals/The Vampire Diaries
Stranger Things
Baldur's Gate 3
Five Nights at Freddy's
Devil May Cry
Marauders
Harry Potter
Castlevania
Teen Wolf
Sons of Anarchy
The Band Ghost
Slashers
Vampire Knight
Actors
Final Fantasy
Twilight
House of The Dragon
Peaky Blinders
Hogwarts Legacy
Obey Me
Supernatural
Detroit Become Human
Criminal Minds
Tokyo Ghoul
Jujutsu Kaisen
The Originals/The Vampire Diaries
Master list (2023)
Klaus Mikaelson
Oneshots
"Motherly Feeling" ( x Platonic Motherly! Reader)
@as-far-as-life-gets
you find a Niklaus hurt in the woods and take care of him maybe spoil him like a son give him the care and love he didn't have as a kid from his parents and he introduces her to his family like saying she's his mother
Lorenzo St. John
"Lowly Human Problems" Part 2
@fanficimagery
Imagine Enzo always being there to listen to anything you have to say, whenever you need him
Tumblr Recommendations (2024)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these works. All credits go to the rightful owners. Please remember that these have simply been my preferences throughout the year. Also, note that I have not watched the shows or played the games related to some of these fandoms so I cannot promise that my recommendations are true to character. This masterlist also acts as a physical depiction of my mental illness😃🙂😅
Started : 2024/01/10 Last Updated : 2024/09/20
Here is the link to my fanfic rec list from 2023:
Tumblr Recommendations (2023)
Hellsing
Peaky Blinders
Final Fantasy
Twilight
Call Of Duty MW2
Devil May Cry
Castlevania
The Walking Dead Part 2
Harry Potter
The Witcher
DCU
The Originals/ The Vampire Diaries
Resident Evil
Twisted Wonderland
Formula 1
Sons Of Anarchy
Supernatural
Sleep Token
Marvel
Jujutsu Kaisen
Lucifer
Riverdale
Star Wars
Slashers
Attack On Titan
Obey Me
Teen Wolf
The Sandman
The Lost Boys
My Hero Academia
The Hunger Games
House Of The Dragon
Stranger Things
WWE
Criminal Minds
Gravity Falls
James Cameron's Avatar
The Originals/ The Vampire Diaries Masterlist (2024)
General
Fics
"The Lost Girl" Part 2 Final Part 18+ ( The Lost Boys Crossover ) ( x Gilbert! Reader )
@fanficimagery
You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.
"MEET THE MIKAELSONS" ( Teen Wolf Crossover)
@velvetcloxds
Reader takes her friends and her boyfriend, Derek to visit her family home where they find out that she’s related to the infamous Mikaelson vampires.
Klaus Mikaelson
Fics
"Originally Supernatural" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Part ( Supernatural Crossover )
@thatimaginewriter
The reader and Sam used to date and have a huge history, but she leaves and moves to New Orleans and falls in love with Klaus, but Sam and Dean find her again while working a case.
Elijah Mikaelson
Oneshots
"Dangerous Woman" ( x Gilbert! Reader )
@fanficimagery
You're a pretty popular singer/songwriter and you're finally back home in Mystic Falls. You reunite with family and friends, piss off an ex, and meet some new interesting people.
currently watching the originals, and one thing i find super funny is klaus being afraid of his enemies. like he is literally an original hybrid with more than 1000 years why is he afraid of a vampire who can be easily killed? in tvd i used to prefer elijah but honestly i cant choose now!
so um, i just finished the originals. this is one of the most gut wrenching shows i have ever seen.
i am watching the prison world episode on legacies right now and its so funny how after josie broke de sandclock or whatever the name was she suddenly had makeup one lol im actually liking legacies, its cringe sometimes but hope and the saltzman twins are saving it. so excited to se nh tribrid hope and dark josie!
my opinions on the tvdu girls! this isn't in any order, its just what i would rebember while writing. probably forgot about someone but oh well. some opinions might change lol
elena
- so overhated. people say shes a crybaby and selfish, but 1. she lost so many people at such a young age, and she actually managed it so well, and 2. the whole show was about her being so selfless and always putting her loved ones first, bffr.
- i will always love her and defend her, she deserved sooo much better.
caroline
- looove her, not much to say about her tbh.
- her clothes most of the time were not it honestly
- i like her better as a vampire but honestly liked her in season 1, she was so real lmao
bonnie
- DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER OMG
- love herrr, her stans sometimes are really annoying but that has nothing to do with her
- she was always putting other above her but she never was truly happy. she deserved a happy ending more that anyone
jenna
- love her so much, she deserved to live!! she was such a good guardian to jeremy and elena
lexi
- her death was so sad for no reason.
- she was such a good friend, she and elena would get along so well, probably because of stefan but still
- she didnt have to die, damon was so wrong for that i will never forgive him.
liv parker
- SHES SO UNDERRATED
- she deserved more screen time tbh
- love her
josette
- honestly, i dont have much to say about her
- like her death was sad but i dont know i didn't like her that much
- didnt deserve to die tho
qetsiyah
- love her, one of my favorite witches tbh
- was wrong for what she did to amara
- shes so iconic honestly
hope
- MY BABY, loooove her
- she lost so much at such a young age
- i was so excited to see her when i started season 2 of the originals
- strongest of tvdu argue with the wall
josie
- loveeeee her, so so cute
- her clothes always slay
- she as dark josie was so iconic
lizzie
- so funny love her
- people say shes weak but i dont think she was, those magical outburts were so strong
davina
- LOVE HER
- people dont like her just cuz she knew what she wanted and didnt do what the ogs wanted
- deserved sooo much better
rebekah
- so so iconic
- her beef with elena was so funny
- deserved that cure
- she matured so much in the ogs
camille
- she was so nice to everyone, didnt deserve to die at all
- she truly changed klaus
- love her sm
hayley
- love her, she was much better in the ogs
- her death was one of the saddest
katherine
- love and hate feelings about her
- iconic but she made me so mad sometimes
freya
- love her
- she was so so wrong for what she did to davina
Punishment
pairing: elijah mikaelson x female reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: SMUT!! Handcuffing, daddy kink & sir kink, overstimulation, degrading & praise, dom Elijah, sub reader, and roughness (if you like that be my guest)
A/n: I know this isn’t Jerome but it’s something I’ve had in my drafts for a while… eh sorry for the English mistakes
Summary: Elijah has been sweet on you and you’ve gotten tired of it, starting to act out thinking there were be no punishment.. but oh were you wrong
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“I think I’ve spoiled my princess too much these past few days.” Elijah’s voice is low and raspy, desire thick in his tone. He grasps your jaw roughly, making you look up at him from your knees. “You’re going to be begging for me, understood?” He stated.
“Yes, sir.” You oblige, your adrenaline going throughout your body. You’ve been acting like a brat all week and Sir has grown tired of it seeing that he is frustrated with you. He pushed you down on the hard wooden floor, carelessly.
“You’re pathetic, really.” He chuckled. Elijah walked over to the chair by his desk, looking at you in amusement. “You’re-” I started, before he shushed you putting his finger on his lip in sign of dismissing my sentence. You stood up about to walk towards him but he snapped his fingers at you to get back down. You get back on your knees, feeling a wetness between your legs from all the demands. “Crawl” He demanded, opening his legs and leaning back. You crawl over to him slowly feeling yourself getting wetter by his voice. You want to beg for him right there and then, tell him that he is a god and you would get on your knees and do anything he’d ask of you.
“Hurry, slut.” He impatiently taps his foot. You get in between him, laying your head on his leg. Elijah looks down to see you rubbing your head on his leg waiting for something to happen. He roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, making you look up at him. “What do you want?” Moving you to his bulge in his pants. You hummed trying to get closer to it, wanting more, slowly moving your thighs around to create some friction in your panties. He looks down to see what you’re doing and immediately stops it by pushing your thigh aside, opening your legs. Sir clutches the grip around my hair, causing you to whimper, putting your hand on his leg. “Sir” You whimper, wanting to touch him. Elijah smirked as he watched you whimper at him, he got turned on by seeing you underneath him, on your knees waiting for him to let- beg for you to touch him, pleasure him for your pleasure and wanting to do this without anything in return.
“Hm?” Elijah questioned, tilting his head to the side. Your eyes filled with desire looking at his hard, you felt light headed from your heart racing too fast. You were more attracted to this Elijah than the other ones, this one was more demanding, not fragile at all with you, this Elijah made you want to be on your knees all day and only pleasure him, you want him to use you as his pleasure. “I want to touch you” “Beg.” He responded, you whimpered in response to him. “Please daddy, let me touch you.” You moaned. “God fuck, woman” Rolling is head back, groaning. “Use me for your own pleasure, Daddy.” He lets go of your hair as motion to go.
You quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, dragging his underwear along with, slowly starting to palm him. “Did i fucking say to tease me” He snapped, grabbing a fistful of your hair, looking at your innocent eyes, his filled with desire and passion, letting your hair go, roughly. You look at his red beating tip waiting to be touched or sucked on by your mouth, you licked it softly, earning a groan from Elijah, you put most of his cock in your mouth and pleasure the rest with your hands, trying not to choke on it. “Be a good little slut and choke on it.” Grabbing the back of your head and pushing farther. “Elijah” You moaned, having tears come out, your saliva was all over the place, holding on to him while you choked on it . You didn’t mind it but it was the mess that got you, though Elijah liked seeing you like this, all messy from whatever you guys were doing, he found it ‘hot’. You went faster as your eyes were closing from the choking, but it was worth it for his pleasure and the moans coming from him. You could tell he was close by his muscles flexing and veins popping out. “STOP” He quickly demanded, pulling my hair to stop. You look up to him in worry that you did something but his smile tells me otherwise, he slowly opens his eyes, trying his best not to grab you right there and then, and asking his little slut to finish him off. “Good girl” “Crawl to the end of the bed then face me.” You quickly go where he wants you and face him, feeling excitement in your stomach that is sending to your cunt. Elijah watched every movement you did, seeing how wet you were. You didn’t have anything on seeing how he ripped your clothes, spread out on the floor. “Open your legs” You opened them slowly, moaning at the cold breeze, tilting your head back, wanting to feel him right there, touching you just something to make you feel good, you missed his touch this very moment, it hurt in agony wanting something you can’t have. “Look at me” You can back to reality looking at him.
Oh my god.
He was stroking his cock looking at your wet pussy, he unbuttoned his shirt so you could see his heavy breathing, cursing under his breath every once in a while. “Please let me touch you or myself, sir” You breathed out, then looked at yourself, god you were dripping on the floor. You moved your finger down to your slit, teasing yourself. “NO” Elijah objected, but you couldn’t stop it felt so good being touched where you needed it most. You heard some ruffling but ignored it, this felt too good to care. You went to your clit almost touching it but you couldn’t, you quickly opened your eyes. You were on the bed, you tried to move your arms but they wouldn't bulge, you looked up to see handcuffs on your hands. Elijah standing right by your side, pants pulled up, angered.
“You did this to yourself” He sternly grumbled, climbing on the bed, moving in between your legs, spreading them apart looking at your dripping wet core. He went down just breathing admiring it, you arched your back craving for more. He holds you down, you close your eyes, letting yourself cool down. “You’re about to cum and I haven’t even done anything to you.” “Sir, please” You begged. “You have two options but you don’t know the outcome of them” Elijah's raspy voice said. You quickly nodded, forgetting everything he told you not to do, he stayed silent waiting for an answer. “Yes,sir” desperately wanting something, what you wanted is to cum for him, show him how much pain you're in by being touched starved. “I could make you cum or I could edge you till i want” You immediately choose the first one without thinking about it, he questioned it at first but you told him that you were certain. He placed both of his hands on your thighs making sure they are open. He licked your slit, making you feel cold, you went to close your legs but Elijah didn’t let you. “God you so fucking wet for me” “How do i make you feel” He mumbled under you, feeling your wetness all over his tongue. It was indescribable how you felt right now but it felt like pure heaven if you could describe it to him. “Heaven” “You make me feel like- i'm seeing the stars and an undesirable want for you” You moaned throughout the whole time of speaking. “How did I make you feel while I was touching my cock” “Hm?” His tongue going deeper inside of me. “God..fuck, Elijah” You moaned his name loudly, wanting to pull on something. “Answer me” He removed his face now, moving one of his hands to your clit, watching your expressions. You slightly opened your eyes to see him staring up at you, a moan escaped your mouth, you threw your head back into the pillows. “I wanted to touch you, i wanted to be the one that gave you pleasure” “I wanted you to fuck me with it...like you owned me” His hand goes to your throat, making you open your eyes, his hand stopped on your clit, bringing it to your hair. “I do fucking own you” He wrapped your legs around him harshly, you could feel his hard on your cunt, moving slowly. “You feel that” He said, squeezing your throat tighter, dry humping you, not caring if you're ruining his pants. “Mhm” You moaned, wanting it in you at this moment. “That’s yours.” “All yours.” He stated, then going back to your cunt, licking it. He puts two fingers in your mouth making you suck them, taking them out, and playing with your entrance, teasing you. Spitting on it, finally going in and out, going faster. You bury your head into the pillows trying to hide your needy whimpers for this. “Let me hear you” Elijah groaned, pushing your head to him, you couldn’t hide your cries to yourself anymore. “Sir” You warned that you were close, he started to play with your clit sending over the edge. “Come for me” You heard him say. You did what you were told, let out a loud moan going to the pillow but he wouldn’t let you, You whimpered his name in your arm.
“Elijah” You cried opening your eyes, he was overstimulating you, you tried pushing him away with your legs but he kept you down. “This is your punishment for disobeying me” He went softer on your now sensitive spot, you wanted him to stop but he was right i disobeyed him when touching myself. Elijah wasn’t going to stop until he saw you crying, a complete mess. He moved his hand away holding your thighs, kissing them then going to your sensitive spot again, sucking on your clit, bringing his fingers to play in your mess, then slowly entering again. “Please” You whimper, it was too much after coming down from your high, he kissed your clit, leaving it be. He came up still pumping his fingers in you, now paying attention to your nipples, he hungrily grabbed one flicking his tongue all over it. “Be a good girl and watch me” He demanded, biting the tip of your nipple gently, you moaned mixed with a whimper. You open your eyes as far as they could go, seeing him switch over to the other nipple, except this time he puts pressure on your clit, you struggle to keep your eyes open, you feel something wet go down your face. You’re crying from overstimulation. “Good girl” He said, wiping the tear, then going down to your clit, sucking it, he used his tongue to taste every part of you. He came up after a few minutes to see you're a crying mess. You could feel him harden under you, seeing you messy because of him letting him know that he is doing everything right.
“You think you deserve my cock now?” Elijah questioned, getting off the bed removing his pants. “Yes, sir” Your heart beat going up, seeing that you are going to get what you wanted. “I’ve wanted to try something with you.” He started removing his underwear now. He gets on the bed, not uncuffing you yet. “Sit up.” He demanded. You do as told, he slowly puts you on his lap, being cautious with you. “Ready” “Yes, sir” You responded. He puts you on his cock, being careful not to hurt you by pulling on the handcuffs, he slowly bounces you up and down. “Fuck, Elijah” You feel yourself tightening around Elijah. “Fuck it” He said grabbing the key on the counter, unlocking the handcuffs. He pulls you close to him fucking you harder and faster, you put your arms around him trying to balance yourself on him. Elijah brings his hand down putting pressure on your clit, your head goes down into his neck, trying to refrain from moaning too loud, you go to his neck slightly to bite him as an attempt to not moan. “Oh fuck” He groaned at your actions. He flips you around putting you on all fours, he grabs your throat as a gesture to look at him, he squeezes your throat a few times while going inside you again. “You like when I do that you little slut” He moans in your ear. “You like when someone is rough with you” He groaned, going faster, playing with one of your nipples. “Just you, Daddy” “Oh yeah?” You whimpered as you were getting close to your high. “Tell me that i own you” “Tell me you’d never cum like this for no one but me” He groaned in your ear while saying these things. “You own me, sir” “I would never- cum for no one like this but you” I moaned wanting to cum. “Hold it” “I can’t, sir” “When you were watching me stroking myself like the little whore you are, you held it” The new nickname caught your attention, you liked it a lot, you were holding back your release till Sir said you can. He put the hand that was around your nipple now grabbing a handful of hair. “Cum you dirty slut” He finally said, squeezing my throat tightly and pulling my hair. I felt myself tighten around him as I rode out my high on his cock.
Elijah didn’t stop though he still went the same pace, he let go of your hair but pulled you up by my throat. “Be a good girl and turn around” He whispered into your neck. You laid on your back and he pulled you in by putting your legs around him. “Can you come one more time?” He groaned, getting close. “Elijah” You say before he puts his thumb on your heat, You nod, he puts your leg over his shoulder going deeper. “God you’re such a good girl for me” He groaned into your mouth, he goes faster in you, you begin clawing his back, he’s hitting the spot where you want him most. “Sir!” You whimper, arching my back. “Cum for me like a good girl” He went harder. We both rode out high with each other.
Elijah laid beside you, kissing your neck with his hand slightly around your neck. “I love you” You said getting on top of him, he held on his lap. “I love you too” He said, sitting up with you still on your lap.
•~THINGS I WRITE/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR~•
Hello, I’m Jeromesgirl and I write for all different universes including Gotham,Tvd,Criminal Minds, etc. Im new here and I would appreciate if you send in a request or read my stories. I hope you enjoy my page…see you soon <3
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Characters I write for~ (pls lmk if there is someone you like that I didn’t include)
Gotham-
Jerome Valeska
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
Selina Kyle (Cat-woman)
Edward Nygma (Ridder)
Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)
Jeremiah Valeska
The Vampire Diaries Universe-
Elena Gilbert
Damon Salvatore
Stefan Salvatore
Caroline Forbes
Klaus Mikaelson
Bonnie Bennett
Jeremy Gilbert
Enzo
Kai Parker
Elijah Mikaelson
Marcel Gerard
Rebekah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Katherine Pierce
Harry Potter Series-
Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Luna Lovegood
Ron Weasley
Neville Longbottom
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Pansy Parkinson
Narcissa Malfoy
Sirius Black
Lucius Malfoy
Ginny Weasley
Remus Lupin
Newt Scamander
Cedric diggory
Criminal Minds-
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
Jennifer Jareau
Aaron Hotchner
Emily Prentiss
Penelope Garcia
Kate Callahan
Twilight Saga Universe-
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Charlie Swan
Alice Cullen
Jasper Hale
Rosalie Hale
Emmett Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Esme Cullen
Jacob Black
Seth Clearwater
Kate Denali
Tanya
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Woo now on to what i write and what I don’t write
What I would/do write~
Smut, Angst, Fluff, etc
Kinks;  age gaps, poly/threesome, yandere, toy play, cheating (sometimes), blood play, knife play, bdsm, violence, praise and degradation, power imbalance, choking, mommy/daddy kink, Begging, cockwarming, cum play, Dolly kink, Edging / denial, Humiliation, Mirror sex, messy sex, oral sex, Overstimulation, Petnames,Dominance and Submissiveness, Sadism / Masochism, Teasing, Thigh Riding / Thigh fucking, Tit Fucking, Bondage/ Ropes/ Handcuffs, CNC (request lightly), Gun play, Ice play, Slapping / Impact play, spitting.
What i do not write~
necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, male!character x male! Reader smut (I don’t know much about it to write about it), r*pe.
Have fun requesting/reading!<3
hi can you do headcanons on yandere Elijah Mikaelson😘
Sure<3
Elijah Headcanon: Being obsessed Yandere!Elijah
Warnings: Violence, nsfw, stalking, yandere!elijah, possessiveness, controlling tendencies
A/n: I hope you guys like it!!…eh sorry for the mistakes
He would follow/stalk you every chance he could get but he didn’t think of it as stalking…just protecting you
He would often show up to the places that you are at sometimes being noticeable incase you wanted to talk to him
If you were out with a male of the sort he would send people to find out who that male means to you
Klaus would see him going out at random times and get curious but he would soon forget getting distracted in his own duties
He finally get the courage to go up to you bringing a souvenir with him such as flowers, favorite candy, etc.
If all things went well then he’d try to keep his nature to himself and what he does
You guys would go out on dates but if he had noticed any “little boy” looking too long or being disrespectful he would handle it later on
He would like to make sure everyone knew you were his and making marks were his go to hickeys, bit marks, bruises for when he went too rough
Putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him for him to whisper “you belong to me, understand?”
Elijah would get upset if you would try to buy something instead of letting him buy
He thought it as a way of tell him “I don’t need you”
He knew you needed him- he wanted you to need him, let him take care of you so you wouldn’t have any responsibilities to do
Elijah would often tell you that you can’t do this or that because it’s too dangerous having a sense of controlling in his voice
“You will do as i say and nothing less” holding you close to him making sure that you couldn’t go anywhere.
hello can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson (tvd)please 😊
Yee yes!!<3
Klaus Headcanon: Dating obsessed Yandere!Klaus
Warnings: NSFW!!
A/n: I hope you guys like it!!..eh sorry for the mistakes
You are his and only his
He would make marks, mostly hickeys on your neck, breast, close to your thighs
On some occasions he will make bite marks on your neck, letting everyone know you’re his
He will take you on shopping trips and buy jewelry that has his initials so he could see them while y’all are doing it
If someone gets too close Klaus would step forward and he would come with a threat
“Why don’t you closer, mate” “See what happens”
“Walk away before i give you something to look at”
“I always wondered what would happen first if someone would their teeth in front of them would they pass out or scream”
Somedays he would come home covered in the blood of people who have ever threatened you
You guys would have arguments because he would isolate from guy friends even friends you knew for years
But you came back when he would apologize with flowers, favorite candy, favorite jewelry, etc.
During sex he would make you say how he’s better than every other guy, which he’s not wrong
He likes making you a mess such as; giving you a cum shot and making sure you swallowed it, Slapping your ass making you begging for more, or fucking you so deep until you can’t take it
Waking up in the mornings would include; clothes layout for you, a note if he was gone, and breakfast downstairs for you
hello can you make headcanons about the yandere mikaelson family in love/obsessed with the same woman (reader)🥰
YES!!<3
Mikaelson Family Headcanon: Falling for the same woman Yandere!Mikealson Family
Warnings: Yandere!Mikealson Family, Jealousy, Possessiveness, etc.
A/n: I hope you guys like it!!…eh sorry for the mistakes….Maybe pt.2?
Klaus will be the first to grab your attention with his gifts and flirty charm, trying to win your affection
Rebekah would come in ruining the moment for Klaus causing him to have a temper tantrum, but not trying to lose it in front of you
She would take you on shopping trips allowing you to buy anything you want, including accessories that resemble her so they knew you were hers
Coming home you’d be greeted with Elijah at the stairwell
He walks to you seeing the necklace that Rebekah had given you around your neck
“I have a date planned for us, honey”
He says while leaning over to quickly take off the necklace without you noticing, through Rebekah stands there dropping the bags to the ground, storming off.
Elijah would let you be until the dinner to get prepared as he does as well
Kol would come into your bedroom to find you reading
“May I ask what you’re reading, my darling”
He asks, standing over you looking at the chapter.
Of course giving him an answer, he lays beside you as you continue to read
Playing with your delicate hair
“Are you mine?”
He questions you
You smile as you turn the page not giving him an answer
A few minutes would past until it was time for the date with Elijah
Kol had left due to “boredom”
Getting ready Klaus would come into your room with a grin on his devilish face.
“Getting ready for something?”
Looking up at him then turning back to the mirror to continue brushing your hair.
Klaus gets closer pulling you towards his torso, dropping the brush on the counter of the sink
“You might be going on this date but just remember you are mine”
He says, leaving the room quickly not allowing you to respond
I made a meme
Idk if anyone's done it before 🤣