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Little Witch (Pt 2/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

You begin trying to piece memories of what happened to you and Elijah together. Will it be enough to make Klaus believe the two of you did not betray his trust

The day had long since given way to night, letting shadows creep over the buildings and alleyways as you walked the streets of New Orleans. You'd gotten a hotel room but couldn't sit inside the four walls attempting to push against the heavy barrier within your mind blocking you from remembering just what exactly happened between you and Elijah.

You couldn't go back to the compound so you'd been forced to buy a few changes of clothes. Once you'd gotten the room you'd showered three times and threw away all the clothes you'd been wearing. You felt dirty, something had happened. You knew it to your very being that nothing on earth would have driven you and Elijah to hurt the very people that meant the most to you both.

You needed help but was unsure where to turn. Davina was with Kol, she may very well turn you away. Freya was a laughable option even if she'd been on the same continent. It had been years since you felt so damn alone.

You hadn't realized how blindly you'd been wandering until you slammed into a hard chest. Arms caught you before you could fall and only then did you realize it was Marcel. “I haven't seen you in ages without Klaus attached to your hip” he teased with a smile. Maybe Rebekah didn't know yet? Or maybe she'd kept it from him?

You forced a smile onto your face “He's at home with Hope. I was just out doing some shopping” his eyebrows furrowed together in disbelief “Alone? Normally Rebekah or Hayley would be with you” you shrugged “Maybe I'm shopping for them” he seemed to either buy it or chose to let it go. He nodded and squeezed your shoulder closest to him gently “Well do us all a favor and pay a little better attention. I'd hate to see something happen to you beyond the fact that New Orleans may not survive his wrath if something happened to Klaus’ little witch”

You promised him to be more intune with your surroundings before walking away. You took a breath, uncurling that string inside of you that held the spark of your magic just below the surface. You needed to calm down. You let it seep out just enough to make you aware should a threat be nearby but even then it felt heavier than usual. Like it took effort to touch the spark when it should've been as natural as breathing.

Maybe you just needed some sleep? You decided to head back to the hotel.

After a sleepless night you were up early the following day. Another round of showers and you'd changed into fresh clothes. You needed to chase down answers even if you were alone in it.

You were just heading to the door when a knock on it pulled your attention. You slowly walked across to it, as your hand hit the knob you heard Rebekah's voice “Just open the bloody door. We need to talk”

Great, was she simply going to snap your neck to save one brother from daggering the other or worse? You opened the door, feeling every muscle inside of you tense. She let her eyes track over you then shook her head “Calm down and tone down your magic. I'm truly just here to talk”

You stepped back and let her into the room before you closed the door then turned to lean against it “Rebekah you've got to know I love Klaus” she nodded before a smile slipped onto her face “No one knows why exactly but yes the love you have for my brother is clear. I just want to know what happened. Klaus is raging, Hayley won't look at Elijah and he's not exactly being chatty either. I've caught the basics but I'm still confused. You have never been more than friends with Elijah, how the hell did you two wind up in bed with each other?”

You shrugged, feeling yourself deflate “I have no idea. The last thing I remember was the two of us walking out of an antique shop. I'd gotten the owner to track down something for me. The next thing I know I hear Klaus calling my name and it was like his voice broke through a dark wall around me. When it burst Elijah was on top of me looking just as confused as I felt”

That barrier inside your head seemed to double in weight when you once again tried to remember what happened. “Sounds like someone messed with your heads. I mean I'm not well versed in magic but it's almost as if you were compelled but your magic prevents that and Elijah is an original. No one could compel him”

You met her eyes with a small smile “Do you believe me?” She nodded “Of course. I've questioned the why of you loving my brother not the fact of it. If you need help I'm here” you nodded slowly feeling a tiny bit lighter than moments before just to be believed “Do you think Hayley will talk to me?”

She shook her head “No but I could get Elijah to meet me at one of Marcel's places. Neutral ground. The two of you can compare memories and see where that takes you” you felt a flicker of your magic swirl up without you calling it. It slammed violently against that barrier in your head blocking your memories from you. Your magic demanded answers as much as you did. “I can't thank you enough” she waved her hand “Please don't take this personally but me intervening is selfish on my part. I can't stand dealing with Klaus’ tantrum for long”

You walked into the bar Marcel had secured for this meeting and froze when you saw Rebekah sitting at the bar drinking a glass of wine while it appeared the glass in Elijah's hand was barely withstanding the pressure from his fingertips while he stood on her other side.

They both glanced up at your arrival but you noticed how quickly Elijah dropped his gaze. Rebekah plucked another glass from behind the bar and poured it halfway with wine and slid it towards you. You sat next to her and stared down into the glass. After a moment she sighed heavily “I'm moving now to give you two the illusion of privacy to talk”

She stood and walked across the bar to a table. You took a sip of the wine before Elijah spoke your name gently. You turned to look at him as he said “I apologize for whatever happened”

Did he think you blamed him? Whatever occurred you were both victims of it. “I don't blame you, hell I truly don't think either of us was to blame” he tilted his head to signal you to go on with the explanation so you explained how it felt inside your head trying to remember and even told him how sluggish your magic was being. He listened intently then nodded “If what you're thinking is correct what is the reasoning?”

You shrugged “I'm not sure yet but I feel like maybe you were used as a weapon to hurt Klaus. He loves you, no matter what's happened between you two you are his big brother. I was being challenged by a lot of witches for taking the side of your family in the fight when Hayley was pregnant before Klaus invited me to move in. I can protect myself but the original hybrid saying I was his? That sent a message. I thought I'd killed all of my old coven but if someone survived this could be revenge. Rip me away from the man I love, the family that claimed me. The safety of having reinforces to back me up should it come to a fight. I took on the strongest spell they had and I'm still standing. They couldn't take me down as a witch so now they're aiming to take me down as a woman. Make heartbreak heavy on my mind so I don't see it coming”

Elijah was quiet for a moment and you could see him thinking of what you'd said then he nodded “They used me to hurt you, to hurt Niklaus. When you find them you have my word you won't be alone to face them”

You smiled slightly “Thank you Elijah and I hope this doesn't affect our friendship because you mean a lot to me” He finally gave you a small smile “It won't simply because we won't let it. I'll get Rebekah to help me speak to Hayley. Perhaps she'll see logic but as for Niklaus..” you cut him off by saying “I'll talk to him”

You started to stand up but Elijah caught your arm and when he met his eyes once again he gave you a gentle smile before slipping a dagger into your hand. “I know you love him and I want to trust in the love I know he still has for you but he is angry”

“I can't dagger Klaus” you whispered and Rebekah spoke up “The dagger is reversible but if he kills you in a fit of rage to discover later that all of this wasn't yours or Elijah's fault the guilt will never leave him”

The dagger felt heavy where it laid in the inner pocket of your jacket as you walked into the Mikaelson compound. Klaus didn't know you were coming, Rebekah had called him with the pretense that she thought he'd killed a couple wolves and he'd told her he was at home.

You knew this could possibly be a death sentence but something wasn't right. Both yours and Elijah's memories were spotty at best. The last thing sticking out to both of you was walking out of that antique store but hours passed between then and the moment Klaus and Hayley found you two together. What exactly had gone down in that time frame?

You froze the moment you felt him. "Klaus" you turned to see him standing not far from you leaning against the very doorway you'd just crossed through into the sitting room "I told you to not come back here or have you come to ensure I don't kill your lover?" You felt a surge of anger at his words. You loved him as did Elijah, neither of you would've hurt him or Hayley intentionally. "I've come to talk to you Klaus”

He took a step towards you and it took everything for you to not step back. You could sense the anger and betrayal rolling off of him in waves. "About what exactly, love? About how I trusted you despite you being a witch? About how Hayley trusted you? About how our daughter keeps asking for you and neither of us can give her an answer as to where you are? About how it felt to find the woman I love, MY little witch, spread out beneath my brother?”

So many emotions hit you at once. The love you had for the man in front of you, the indignation at knowing someone managed to get in yours and Elijah's head, the worry about if something else had occurred between the two of you, the guilt at knowing you'd hurt Klaus and Hayley and now the added guilt of Hope asking for you and not being able to go to her.

“Yes, if that's what it takes for you to talk to me then by all means yes” you could see the surprise in his eyes at you answering like that even if he'd swallowed the emotion the moment he felt it. He took another step forward causing you to unintentionally take a step back.

A flicker of a smile passed his face “What's wrong love? Scared of me now?” Despite his calm demeanor you could see the anger rolling off him. Betrayal and pain stained his aura as he spoke. “I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret later” he laughed and took another step forward and it wasn't until your back hit the wall that you realized he'd done it on purpose. He wanted you pinned between him and the hard wall.

He braced his palms on either side of your head before leaning down where you could feel the warmth of his breath on your ear. Your mind was working to remind you of the bigger picture at hand but damn your body it was reacting to Klaus’ close proximity. A whimper all but tumbled from your mouth when you left the warm flick of his tongue over your pulse “You're breathing hard and your heart has sped up. What's wrong little witch?”

You swallowed hard trying to find your voice but what he said next reignited that anger in your belly “Or are you wishing I was someone else” you reached down for your magic, using it to aid in the process as you shoved both hands hard against his chest. He backed up but kept a smirk firmly in place. You shook yourself to clear your head, feeling the weight of the dagger against your side.

“I want to talk” he waved a hand “Go ahead then. Tell me how it wasn't what it looked like. How Elijah somehow knew where on your neck you like to be kissed and how you were moaning his name but you somehow say it wasn't leading to you sleeping with him”

You forced the tears down that wanted to spill at his words “We can't remember Klaus. Neither of us have any recollection for about a three hour span. The last memory was us walking out of an antique shop together”

“Such convenient amnesia” he gasped and you had the urge to slap him. You never should've come here without proof. You shook your head “Forget it. You're not wanting to talk rationally or to see logic”

You took a few steps towards the door but the reality of the fact that if you were fighting someone strong enough to get into yours and Elijah's head you may not survive it this time. You paused with your hand on the door then looked back at him. He was frozen where you'd left him but this time he was looking at you at least “Rebekah knows which hotel I'm staying at. When I find who's responsible I'm tearing them apart. If something happens to me… she has a letter for you and one for Hope. Know I love you Niklaus Mikaelson and that I will until I draw my last breath”

When he didn't make a move to come closer you shook your head, feeling tears form in your eyes before walking out.

Little Witch (Pt 3/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

When you get your memories back you're determined to face this enemy alone. The Mikaelsons however refuse to accept that and set out to prove your innocence to Klaus

After you'd left the Mikaelson compound you'd ended up wandering to one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans. You'd never had any business in this certain cemetery but it had drawn you there, your magic bubbling under the surface of your skin as if it was trying to lead you in the direction you needed to go in. 

The barrier in your head was still very much a tangible thing and it made you question everything about yourself. You were a strong witch, you'd taken the brunt of a spell meant to rip Hope out of Hayley's womb and hadn't let a sob escape your lips regardless of the pain. You'd gone toe to toe with ancient witches and managed to still be standing yet someone was tearing your mind to shreds from the inside out.

When Hayley called and asked to meet you'd gladly agreed. She hadn't spoken to you in days and you wanted her to get whatever she needed off her chest. You hoped maybe Elijah and Rebekah got her to see logic but there was only one way to find out. 

You walked into Marcel's bar and Hayley sat at the bar alone. You both shared a favorite drink and two sat in front of her. When you took up a barstool leaving one between you she slid a drink down. “I believe you and Elijah” she spoke quietly. 

You turned to look at her and she was facing you, the emotions in her eyes matched the ones you felt “You do?” You asked in disbelief and she nodded “I was just so hurt when we found you two. Not only because I love Elijah but because you're my best friend. It just didn't make sense no matter how much I thought it over. You've gone to literal war for my daughter. You love her the same as if she was yours. Hell you came here when I was pregnant just from me calling and asking for help. You're not the type of person to hurt someone you care about”

You blinked a few times to not let your emotions overwhelm you “Thank you. I'm still not sure what happened. Davina and Kol are on their way back and Freya is coming back too. I'm hoping with the three of us we can crack the barrier in my memories. If we can safely then that means we can get Elijah's memories back too and we'll know who did this”

She nodded slowly “What are you gonna do about Klaus?” You shrugged “You know him as well as I do. He's hurt and angry. He thinks two of the most important people in his life chose each other over him. I don't know how to make him see the truth without having my memories back, without having whoever did this on their knees begging for their lives as proof”

She reached for your arm and pulled you onto the stool next to her and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Know that as far as you and I go? We're good. I love you, Hope loves you” 

You reached into your pocket and held out the necklace you'd been carrying for days “This is for Hope. It was my grandmother's. I got the antique store to chase it down. She originally wanted my dad to give it to me one day but my mother killed him when I was so young he never got the chance. It got lost for fifty or so years. I'll never have children of my own but like you said i love her just the same. Maybe if something happens to me this will help her know just how special she is to all of us”

Hayley turned the small pendant over in her hand then looked back at you “Promise me one thing?” You nodded “Of course” she half smiled “You'll survive this to give it to her yourself” you laughed lightly and held out a hand “Deal” she shook it then said “I'm holding you to it”

“I have to do what?” You asked Freya hoping you'd misheard her. “You have to lay back and let us in your mind. Davina and I will astral project in and then we break down that barrier from the inside”

You knew your eyes were probably comically large. While you trusted the two women in front of you, the idea of them being in your head, your memories freaked you out a bit. “What will you two see exactly?” 

A smirk that favored Klaus slipped onto Freya's face “Don't worry darling, I'll make sure to steer clear of anything x-rated between you and Nik” Davina nodded in agreement “Our goal will be the barrier so that's where we'll land for lack of better phrasing”

Your eyes darted towards Rebekah who stood off to the side and she gave you a nod “I'll be here to watch over your bodies and wake you should it seem like things are going bad” you took a deep breath then nodded “Let's do it”

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You laid down on the couch as Freya said and closed your eyes. The weight of the barrier was making your head throb but she had told you to concentrate on nothing but that blank space in your memory.

You could hear her voice, the spell falling from her lips. You had the sudden feeling of falling, your vision bursting with white light despite your eyes being closed tightly. About the time it registered that you couldn't hear the spell anymore you felt a hand on your arm “Wake up” 

You slowly opened your eyes or so you thought. Instead of the room you'd been in the walls were a pale blue, a long hall stretching in both directions. You slowly got to your feet facing Freya and Davina who both gave you a smile “concentrate. Which way do we need to go?”

You forced yourself to try to remember what had happened then a pain shot through the right side of your body. You motioned right before walking in that direction.

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“How do we know we found it?” You asked after you'd passed probably two dozen white doors. Some held whispers of long ago, your grandmother's voice drifting through.

The farther you got down the hall different voices began to drift through the doors. You could hear Rebekah's voice the first time you'd met her long ago. Then Hayley's laughter, the shrill sound of Hope's cries when she was a newborn. Memories of the family you'd been born with and the one you chose fought for your attention. 

“I think we did” Davina whispered and you looked up to see the end of the hall. The bright blue and white were replaced by a dark shadow. It seemed as if it was simply a ledge falling off into an abyss should you not turn around now.

There was something familiar about the magic behind it. You took a step forward and the moment your fingertips hit the shadow a burst went through you. Voices, leading you to the cemetery. Elijah, refusing to let you go alone.

You stumbled back and Freya caught you before you hit the floor “What was it?” You were breathless as you said “My magic did this. Someone siphoned me to use it against me, against Elijah”

She looked from you to the shadow, a dark cloud passing through her eyes “Let's rip it down and find out who” 

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Freya had already explained that once the barrier fell it would knock her and Davina out of your head and could possibly throw your body from the shock but it was worth it.

You took a step forward and felt each of them place a hand on your shoulder before you touched the barrier again. This time their power helped to focus yours. Slowly the shadow began to crack, small blossoms of light bleeding through then it was like an atomic burst. Your vision went white as you were tossed backwards.

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You gasped, sitting up where you were now on the floor. Davina, Freya and Rebekah were all standing around you with concern written on their faces “Did it work?”

Memories were blaring into your mind. The voices that led you to the cemetery, how Elijah had refused to let you go alone even when you'd promised to catch up should he want to go home to Hayley. The siphoner that was in the cemetery flashed through your head,the way she begged your forgiveness citing she had no choice then the person behind it all “I thought that bitch was long dead. Explains how someone could use my magic against me”

You hadn't realized you'd been rambling until Rebekah questioned who. You pushed yourself to your feet, meeting their eyes one by one “My mother”

Rebekah's eyes were wide, “What now?” You wiped your hands down your jeans feeling the dirt there from your memories, how you'd fought against the siphoner and how you'd tried to shield Elijah from the magic. 

You faced Rebekah and gave her a small smile “I'm going to go give Elijah his memories back then I'm going to go find my bitch of a mother and turn her inside out. Good news is this is no threat against your family or Hope. That bitch just wants me dead, she has for about two hundred years give or take”

“If it's a threat against you it is against family” Rebekah argued but you shook your head, already determined to do this alone. “I can do this alone” “But you don't have to” Freya pushed and you shook your head again “I need to go see Elijah. The faster he has his memories back the better”

You started to walk out then stopped to face the three women “Thank you for helping me” then looked at the two blondes “Klaus doesn't need to know what I'm doing or who I'm against. Not until either I kill her or we kill each other” “So lie to him?” Rebekah asked and you shrugged “Not lying if he doesn't care to ask” and with that you walked out. You knew who you were up against now, you could make a plan and even better you now knew how to free Elijah's memories as well. 

You were going to enjoy seeing her on her knees begging for mercy that would never come. She'd tried to destroy you. She almost cost your friendship with Hayley and Elijah and ripped the man you loved away from you. She'd pay for it all and you'd make sure she wouldn't be capable of being a threat ever again.

“What does he need to do?” Hayley asked after you'd explained how you could get Elijah his memories back. You motioned to the couch “Preferably lay down and I'll sit on the floor in front of the couch because if what happened with me is any indication I ended up on the floor”

She glanced towards the stairs and you knew it was because Hope was asleep having just laid down for a nap about ten minutes before you called. “It shouldn't be loud enough to wake her but with her witch side that alone may stir her”

She shared a look with Elijah and he nodded before walking over to lay down on the couch. You gave her a slight smile then walked over to the couch and kneeled down next to it facing Elijah. “Close your eyes and just trust me ok?” “Of course” was the reply he gave before he closed his eyes. You glanced back at Hayley “Just stand back in case it tosses me” she nodded, taking another step backwards.

You reached up to place the first two fingers of each hand on Elijah's temples then closed your eyes as well. Now that you knew what you were looking for, that it was your magic, this process should be easier on him than it was on you.

You didn't even have to fall into his mind. You could feel the barrier the moment you concentrated and focused on it. A slight burst happened as you fell backwards and Elijah sat up straight. 

He took a deep breath, staring at you with wide eyes. “Do you remember everything now?” He nodded and you smiled “Good” 

You got to your feet and nodded to Hayley “We both remember now” she started to take a step towards you but Hope's voice cut through calling for her mom. You looked at the stairs and Hayley smiled “You should go up. She misses you” you shook your head despite your heart aching to see the child that you'd fought for. “If something happens to me her last memory is the day I took her to the park, we made Klaus go on the slide with her and then we got her ice cream. I don't want her last memory of me being a quick hello then me leaving”

“What do you mean?” Hayley asked but Elijah answered for you “Her mother has been hunting her for years. She killed her father when she was young and means to kill her but not before stealing her magic for herself” you tilted your head towards him before saying “And if she wants it then I plan to make her come and get it herself. No siphoner and no one else being pulled into the crosshairs this is me and her”

“You can't mean to face her alone! She got inside your head and Elijah's! She's strong” Hayley argued but before you could respond Hope called out again. You looked towards the stairs then back at Hayley “Go to Hope. I promise you i will do everything I can to make it back”

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You watched Hayley walk to the stairs and started to walk out the house when Elijah called your name. You stood with your hand on the doorknob and looked back at him “You're not telling Niklaus and plan to ward it where Freya and Davina can't get into the cemetery to assist you” it wasn't a question but a statement. You hadn't realized he'd seen that while your mind was connected to him. 

“I can't let anyone else I care about be hurt by her. She almost destroyed your relationship with Hayley, my friendship with Hayley and she may have ruined my relationship with Klaus. Please Elijah, let me do this my way”

He shook his head  “You are a part of this family. None of us want to lose you. We simply need to make Niklaus see the truth” 

You glanced towards the stairs knowing if you saw Hope you'd lose any resolve you were holding onto to face this alone “Please Elijah. I've got to go” he let out a breath that was more of a sigh “When you find her you let us help you” you knew he could very well stop you from leaving if he wanted so you nodded “Deal”

Elijah knew you well enough to know when you were lying. He was on his feet by the time Hayley made it downstairs with Hope on her hip. “Where did she go?” She asked and he held her gaze, knowing she could see the answer in his eyes “I'm going to find Freya and Rebekah. I'll let you know how it goes” he kissed her on the lips, the first one they'd shared in days then left a kiss on Hope's forehead.

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Klaus was in his art studio, a half drank bottle of top shelf bourbon sat in front of him as he stared at the canvas you and Hope had painted so long ago. Flowers and butterflies decorated the pink background. It stood out amongst his work, brightness in all the darkness. 

His heart ached to see you, transgressions he could forgive. Had it been anyone other than his brother he would've simply killed them and that would've been that. 

He leaned his head back against the couch about the time he heard the front door slam open followed by all four of his siblings screaming variations of his name.  He downed the rest of the bourbon that was in his glass before standing. If Rebekah and Elijah had summoned Kol and Freya back to New Orleans this must be their stand against him. 

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Elijah stood at the base of the stairs with Kol standing next to him and both men were flanked by Rebekah and Freya. “Dear brother, come to relish in your conquest of stealing my little witch?”

Before Elijah could open his mouth Kol shook his head “Come off it Nik. That girl loves you. She's went to hell and back for this family, for your daughter” Klaus spun to meet Kol “Don't tell me you plan to have her next”

Rebekah looked at Freya “Just show him! It's the only way to shut him up and prove to him that he's in the wrong” 

Klaus narrowed his eyes at his older sister “Come to play have we?” She shook her head “No. I came home to help her. She figured out who's after her but you're not going to believe words. You'll believe seeing the memories yourself” before he could ask she touched two fingers to his temple and two to Elijah's.

His vision went white then Klaus was on the sidewalk, seeing you and Elijah walk out of the antique shop. You tucked a small velvet bag into your purse then slipped your arm back through Elijah's before he nodded at your purse  “That's going to mean a lot to Hayley and Niklaus both” you smiled “I hope they like it. It's taken me about seventy years to chase it down”

The two of you walked past him and he cursed Freya for trapping him in this vision but then you doubled over in pain. He moved on instinct alone to grab you but of course he couldn't. Elijah helped to steady you and Klaus could see the worry on his brother's face “Perhaps you and Hayley should go out on a different night?” 

You straightened up and he knew instantly something was wrong. Your eyes weren't focused on Elijah or the people milling around the two of you “Go home Elijah, I'll catch up” you muttered pulling away from Elijah as you turned and started walking towards one of the many cemeteries around New Orleans. 

“Where are you going?” Elijah questioned falling in step behind you. Klaus followed the two of you into the gates of the cemetery and felt something was off right before you hit your knees again. Elijah yelled your name but when you looked up at him your eyes weren't their usual hue but a milky white “Elijah, it hurts” the broken sound of your voice twisted his heart then he heard another voice.

A woman walked into his view, she had a scar across her face and nothing but hate in her eyes as she looked at you. He saw pain ripple through Elijah holding him in place as the woman walked over to where you were on your knees and grabbed your hair roughly “My dear daughter. It's taken me so long to track you down and away from your hybrid too. Now how should I ensure your hybrid removes his protection from you? ”

You whimpered slightly both from pain and being helpless. He could feel his anger boiling inside of him watching you be abused. You were his strong little witch, able to withstand so much yet this woman had you immobile on your knees. Elijah managed to choke out your name and to ask who the woman was. “My mother” your voice was barely a whisper. 

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The vision shifted again and this time you and Elijah were walking into the compound but neither of you were speaking and your movements were robotic almost. He watched the two of you walk up the stairs and didn't need to follow to know the truth. Your mother had done this, the milky white of your eyes meant she'd had a siphoner. The way you and Elijah were acting as if you were simply puppets. He'd let someone hurt his little witch and his brother and allowed his own insecurities and pride to come before two of the most important people to him.

Klaus stumbled back from Freya feeling tears stinging his eyes and an anger boiling deep inside of him. “Where is she?” He asked, looking between his siblings. He needed to see you, beg forgiveness and hope you have it in your heart to give it to him. All this time he'd thought you'd betrayed him while he was in fact the one that betrayed you. 

“She's gone off to find her mother and face her alone. She feels she isn't part of this family and therefore not worth us fighting for” Freya answered and he shook his head “Spread out and find her. Her mother doesn't make it out of New Orleans”

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Little Witch (Pt 4/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

When you find your mother you nearly rip yourself apart to end her

You knew the moment the barrier came down in your head that you were working against the clock. The surge in magic from you would alert the old hag that your memories were back, she'd know you were coming and she'd know it wouldn't simply end with one of you scarred this time. A death would be the only thing to end this, and one gruesome enough to ensure no chance of resurrection.

You spared a glance around the hotel room you'd been staying in. You needed to grab anything worthwhile out of it but it occurred to you nothing there mattered. The clothes were those you'd brought just to have some on your back. Every material possession that mattered still lay within your shared room with Klaus.

Your heart ached when you thought of his smile. The way so many viewed him as nothing shy of evil yet he was so gentle with Hope, with you. The memory of his laughter when Hope had covered you and Hayley both with bright pink icing at her first birthday. 

You'd never meant to fall for the hybrid. Your goal when you first came to New Orleans was to be by Hayley's side for the pregnancy and birth then to ensure that a deep enough line in the sand was drawn to make anyone think twice of letting a threat towards Hope fall from their lips but your traitorous heart had other plans. He'd proven to be such a different person at his core then you'd originally thought him to be.

The Mikaelsons in general were an anomaly to you. They fought each other, daggered each other and claimed to hate each other at moments but the only thing fiercer than the Mikaelsons fighting against each other was when they were fighting for each other.  That's how you knew they would be with your loss. They'd survived worse.Each member of the ancient family held a place in your heart and you hoped they knew it.  

Your mother wouldn't win this fight no matter what it cost you. If mutual destruction was the only way to ensure she never crossed paths with those you loved then so be. You could make peace with it knowing you'd taken at least one threat down with you.

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You shut the door to the hotel room and walked towards the stairs. You didn't have time to wait for the elevator. There were normal humans here, on this floor alone you counted three families, two couples and a few guys on one last road trip before they graduated college. You needed to put distance between you and any collateral damage.

You made it to the first floor of the hotel and headed for the door. The moment you stepped into the cool night air you felt the stir of another's magic brush against yours but this was no witch native to New Orleans. Marcel had made the introductions himself between you and local covens to make sure there were no “misunderstandings” as he called it.  

No, this magic felt familiar. Yours answered the call, flaring with long buried anger from abuse at the hands that waited at the other end of this call. “Come and get me bitch” you muttered under your breath heading for the cemetery you'd picked for this confrontation. You refused to let her have the say so as to where you fought this time.

She'd ambushed you and Elijah like the coward she was but this time you were ready. No siphoner was in the state of Louisiana. Without that added advantage she couldn't take you one on one and win. You were a lot older than when you'd given her that scar. This time you wouldn't miss. 

“There's one cemetery we haven't checked. Where Hope was almost killed the day she was born. Klaus, her power draws strength from her emotions the memory of the anger she felt that day would be enough to wipe out a coven”  Hayley was home with Hope considering everyone she'd be safe with was trying to find you but that didn't stop her from helping the search. Klaus relayed the idea to his siblings then started to hang up but Hayley called his name “Yes?” “Don't let our daughter lose anyone tonight. Promise me” “I promise. Come morning her entire family will be together to greet her”

He hung up and turned his attention to the matter at hand. The air hung heavier the closer they got to the cemetery in question. Magic was at use, something he at one time would've avoided. The closer he got to the cemetery in question he could feel what magic was yours, it felt familiar. As familiar as your lips brushing against his or a whisper of your voice in his ear. What he at one time despised now was a comfort. You were alive and from the feel of it putting up one hell of a fight to stay that way. 

You groaned as you shoved yourself to your feet. How the hell was she this strong? You glared at her as you rotated your neck in a tight circle and got your answer. Multiple auras were around her, not just her own muddled brown one but an orange aura and two pale yellow ones. Your aunts. “You resurrected their powers but not them? You're that determined to kill me?”

You could feel energy swirling inside of her, she was building another attack “You're the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've killed you the moment you were born but hoped getting rid of that father of yours would help” you let a smirk slip onto your face “Didn't expect his mother to come get me huh?”

You could see the stolen auras shimmer as if she was barely holding onto them. “The difference between me and you? I'll die before you walk out of this cemetery and go anywhere near the people I love” you hoped if you could keep her talking you could build a big enough blast of energy to rip her very soul to shreds. 

You tossed a small amount of power at her and she staggered then grinned “I'm going to kill you then I'll siphon power off your hybrid” you felt anger roll through you at mention of Klaus but then she tilted her head and said “Then I'll drain the little tribrid dry” your vision burst in a haze of blue, your magic oozing out of you “Did you really just threaten the two most important people to me?” 

You walked towards her and for the first time in your life saw true fear in her eyes “I'll tear myself apart before you hurt them because unlike you, I know what love actually is”

"I can't go in” Freya nodded to the entrance of the cemetery “She's got it warded too strongly but I can feel her Nik. She's using too much of herself. If someone with vampire blood isn't there to give it to her the moment she hits the ground she's gonna die alongside that old bitch”

“Kol stay with Freya” Rebekah ordered before nodding to her other brothers “Let's go”

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In all their years neither Mikaelson had ever seen a show of magic like what they just walked into.  Every inch of your body was covered in a blue light, your magic no longer hidden within your form. Even your eyes had shifted from their usual color to a vibrant blue that glowed in the dark light. A shield was formed of your magic, blocking them from getting closer. Whatever happened now they were forced to watch.

—--------

Your vision was narrowed down on one thing, making this bitch suffer before she died. You could feel others approaching and vaguely registered that they were familiar to you but you couldn't falter and give her an opening. It was time to end this. You leant down and grabbed her around the throat before lifting her up off her feet. 

Where the physical strength to hold her three feet off the ground had come from you weren't sure but you didn't care either. You looked into her eyes and smiled as a blue flame began to devour her from the inside out. “You shouldn't have come for me. You shouldn't have dragged anyone I care into it” your grip tightened on her throat before you added “and you damn sure shouldn't have threatened Klaus or Hope” you held onto her as her aura and the stolen ones of your aunts burnt under your flame “You'll die too” she tried but you simply smiled “So be it” 

When the final glimmer of her flicked away it was like you'd been drained. Your vision shifted from the blue haze to a gray fog. You'd burnt a piece of yourself off to kill her and there was a chance you'd burnt off too much. 

You felt your legs go out from under you and expected to hit the hard ground but two strong arms caught you and you heard a voice that fought against the darkness threatening to take you “Stay with me love” “Klaus?” You whispered before your eyes drifted shut.

“She's breathing and her wounds are healing. Your blood worked Nik. She just needs rest now” Freya stood protectively over where you were laid on one of the couches in the Mikaelson compound.

Klaus let his eyes track the movement of your chest rising and falling simply to reassure himself you were still alive. “It shouldn't have taken this much out of her. She's taken on covens before and didn't tire” 

Freya glanced up at him “A mother to a witch is like a sire to a vampire. In a way she broke her sire line. That's why it took so much out of her, why it nearly killed her. A lesser witch would've burnt with her mother and had no say so over it”  

Klaus flicked his eyes from his sister back to your still form. He'd nearly lost you. He'd do everything in his power to keep you safe. No one would harm you again. “Just give her space. We'll see how she's feeling come morning” 

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Little Witch (Pt 5/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

You and Klaus find your way back to each other

Fluffy, semi spicy ending

You groaned when consciousness came rushing back to you. You tried to sit up and felt hands assisting you in the effort. When you finally opened your eyes Freya was squatted in front of the couch you'd apparently been laying on “Freya? What the hell happened?”

You ran a hand over your face and she smiled before offering a steaming mug that smelled like the chamomile concoction she usually made for you “Well considering I couldn't actually get into the cemetery from what I'm told you burnt her from the inside out”

You nodded slowly after taking a sip of the warm liquid because you remembered that much. What you didn't remember was anything that came after you collapsed and Klaus being there before you could hit the ground. You decided to test if your legs would work and a small smile slipped onto your face when they obliged and let you stand. 

Freya stood up as well before you asked “What happened after?” She smiled slightly “Nik caught you before you hit the ground but you'd depleted enough of yourself killing her, you were left in a shape similar to someone who'd been tortured. When the power burst out of you it left wounds and you were fading so he gave you his blood to heal you then we brought you back here”

You looked down and realized you were still filthy with a mixture of blood, dirt and what looked to be some form of ash covering your clothes “I need a shower” she laughed at your change of mood “Well I mean you are home. You know where everything is” you looked around and she added “He isn't here at the moment” 

You cut your eyes back at her and she shrugged “If he gets back I'll keep him down here to give you enough time to shower and change in peace” “Thank you” she nodded “I'm going to call Rebekah and let her know you're up and about but if you need anything I'll be nearby darling”  “I can't thank you enough Freya” with that you headed for the stairs.

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It was the first time you'd been in the room you shared with Klaus in close to three weeks. Everything was the way you'd left it, even where the comforter had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. Was Klaus not sleeping in there? 

The thought of him sleeping elsewhere made your stomach churn. If Klaus thought you guilty of infidelity had he.. no you weren't letting yourself get lost down that rabbit hole. You needed clean clothes and to shower. Freya would stall him as long as she could should he come back before you were downstairs but there was only so much she could do.

You headed for the closet to grab some jeans and a shirt. With a quick stop at the dresser for undergarments you grabbed your favorite boot as well and headed for the bathroom.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom you could hear voices drifting upstairs. From the sound of it the entirety of the Mikaelsons were downstairs save for Keelin who had stayed behind in Scotland when Freya had hopped a red eye to get back to the states.

You froze in your tracks when you heard Klaus say something. After a moment you shook yourself and headed for the stairs.

The moment you made it to the bottom of the stairs Klaus looked up and a small smile blossomed on his face. You on the other hand were conflicted about whether to approach him or not. He'd saved your life yes but he'd also not trusted you.

While you were contemplating the front door of the compound opened and the thought of anyone else was driven out of your head when you heard Hope call your name. You spun towards her voice feeling a smile work its way onto your face. You barely managed to keep your footing when the nearly five year old threw herself into your arms.

You wrapped both arms around her and felt her squeeze you as tight as she could. “Oh I missed you sweet girl” you told her and she pulled back with a broad smile “Mommy said you were sick but daddy and aunt Freya took care of you” you nodded, glancing over her head at Hayley who gave you a small smile “They sure did and you know what I am feeling so much better” 

She grinned “Good can we go to the park on Saturday?” You laughed then nodded “Of course” she squeezed you once more then wiggled out of your arms. 

Once her feet was on the floor she headed for Klaus so Hayley covered the space between the two of you to pull you into a tight hug “Never scare me like that again” she whispered into your ear and you laughed lightly “I promise”

Once she released you she all but shoved you to Elijah who pulled you into a gentle hug. “Do you realize now that you are indeed family?” He asked and you pulled back to look up at him “Always and Forever?” He smiled “Always and Forever”

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Klaus watched as Hope went around to her aunts and uncles, greeting them in the individual way she had for each of them. He also watched as you hugged Kol and told him something that had his brother laughing. 

His little witch. Alive and well and so much stronger than he had ever even known. The memory of your power surging when your wretched mother had threatened Hope flashed through his head. When he and Elijah had told Hayley she'd looked proud and commented “A mother's love is a strong thing boys. Hope just happens to have two of us that'll tear anyone apart for her” 

Rebekah had insisted on a family dinner before everyone headed back their separate ways to finish vacations. Klaus sat across from you, Hope sat between you and Hayley with Elijah on Hayley's other side and Freya on yours. He noticed you'd been sticking close to his older sister's side and her warning to him earlier in the evening flashed through his head ”She loves you Nik but that love means you have the power to hurt her worse and you did. Give her time”>

The evening was quite enjoyable actually. No one argued and laughter was plentiful but as the night dragged on Kol and Davina had to catch a flight, Hope began to tire and everyone was heading home or to leave. 

After you'd told Hope and Hayley goodnight and refreshed your promise of the park come Saturday you'd disappeared deeper into the house. 

He knew Freya needed to leave soon as well to catch her flight and considering Rebekah had not so subtly asked if you were ok being left alone with him he imagined you were with Freya.

—--------------

“He hasn't been sleeping in our room. We both know him pretty well. If he thought I slept with Elijah or even had intentions to sleep with Elijah….” You didn't even have to finish the sentence to know Freya understood. 

You were leaning against a wall in the courtyard, your jacket wrapped tight around you to block from the chill of the night air. You and Freya had slipped out while Klaus was talking to Rebekah. 

She opened her mouth then shut it again. “I can't say for certain what happened before I got here” she glanced towards the door leading out into the courtyard as if she expected Klaus to appear “Do you want me to ask him?” You shook your head quickly “Gods no. How does that look? A fairly old witch sending my hybrid boyfriend's older sister to ask if he cheated on me” 

“So I am still yours but you believe I cheated on you love?” You and Freya both flinched at his voice coming from the railing above you both. She looked at you “Do you want me to catch a later flight?” You shook your head “No it's ok”

You glanced up where Klaus stood “Meet us inside so you can tell your sister to have a good flight then we'll talk” he nodded “Of course”

You told Freya to call when she landed and watched her cab pull away before turning back to where Klaus stood just inside the doorway waiting for you. 

You took a deep breath and walked inside. The silence echoed deeply after everyone had left just you and him in the compound. A part of you wished you'd asked Hayley to sleep on Hope's floor or see if Rebekah could get you a spare room from Marcel.

You shut the door and leaned back against it “Did you cheat on me Klaus?” He laughed and you raised an eyebrow “Not really an answer” he pushed off the wall and before you could draw another breath he was in front of you “I swore loyalty to you when Hope was but a baby”

You stared up into his eyes, admiring the shade of blue they were. You'd always loved his eyes “You were so certain of my infidelity. You told me to get out, your eyes turned Klaus. For the first time I was actually afraid of you” you hated how your voice cracked at the end.

He stared at you for a second then to your surprise he backed away, giving you some space “You were afraid of me?” You nodded “You've never let your eyes change towards me. Even before we got together, when Hayley getting between us was the only reason we didn't rip each other's heads off. I love you Klaus and I knew no matter the circumstances I wouldn't hurt you like that but you wouldn't believe me”

He nodded as if he was unsure what to say. “I didn't cheat on you. I couldn't think of another woman. How can I make this up to you? How can I reprove my love?” 

You felt tears sting your eyes as you shrugged one shoulder “I don't know but I'm exhausted and can't do this tonight” he nodded “Will you at least sleep in our room? I won't disturb you I just want to know you're there” you nodded slowly “Yeah” 

Klaus had stayed true to his word. You'd changed into your pajamas and he'd told you goodnight before heading to his studio down the hall from your room. 

Hours had passed and sleep still wouldn't find you. The thought of him being so near kept you awake. You missed him, no matter the hurt you felt you missed him.

—-------

You tossed the comforter off and climbed out of the bed before opening the door and stepping out onto the walkway. You walked slowly down to his studio and started to knock him but instead you pushed the door open “Klaus?” 

He was on his feet and facing you “Yes love? Something wrong?” You nodded and before he could ask you said “You're not in there with me. I'm hurt, I'm angry but I'm also lonely and I need the man I love”

A soft smile slipped onto his lips “You've got me little witch just tell me where to go” you jerked your head back towards the hall “Come to bed”

—------------

You wanted to laugh at the fact that Klaus, the original hybrid, the man who was the nightmare to so many asked before he kicked his boots off how you wanted him to be dressed for bed.

“The less clothes the better” you replied and got one of those smiles you'd always loved from him. He slipped his shirt over his head and your eyes tracked the tattoo on his shoulder as he slipped his jeans off his hips, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. “This how you want me?” He asked and you nodded.

—---------------

He climbed onto the bed so you moved closer and laid your head on his chest “Klaus if something happens again…” he cut you off “I'll believe you love. I almost lost you once, I'm not risking it again”

You smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. He brought his other hand up to cup your chin gently “The thought of losing you, I don't like it at all” you laughed “How do you think I felt?” A moment passed and you couldn't hold onto your anger any longer “Will you just kiss me?”

“Thought you'd never ask” he replied shifting the two of you so he was on top of you, holding his weight on one arm as he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was devouring, him claiming what was his and you pushing your insecurities from your mind as his hand drifted under the top of the shirt you wore, fingers ghosting over your bare breast.

You let a moan slip past your lips and he smiled into the kiss “Missed me little witch?” You broke the kiss to glare at him “Do the cocky thing later but for now show me you love me and that you only want me” the look in his eyes was nothing short of devilish “Just tell me what you want love” he lips found your neck and your hands went to his shoulders, digging in slightly as a low moan of his name slipped out of you “Please Klaus” he bit down just below your pulse point and you felt heat flood your stomach. You'd craved his touch for weeks. You'd missed him. 

He pulled back to look down at you and his eyes looked almost gentle before his lips crashed into yours again.

You woke up slowly feeling the soreness throughout your lower body and groaned lightly. Hybrid stamina was not to be taken lightly, even as a witch that healed fairly fast. 

You heard a chuckle and looked up to meet Klaus’ eyes as they watched you, amusement dancing in them “Are you alright love? I didn't hurt you did I?” You shook your head with a smile “Nothing I didn't ask for, repeatedly” he laughed and caught your lips in a kiss.

You could feel his hands smoothing down your back, fingers finding patterns to draw. “I love you Klaus” “I love you. Thank you for a second chance to prove that” you couldn't help the laughter that fell out of you “Did Klaus Mikaelson admit to being wrong?”

He narrowed his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips “For you my little witch? Yes I will admit I was horribly wrong” “and stubborn and dramatic and really just downright mean” his laughter rumbled his chest where you lay “all those things but somehow you still deem me worthy of your love”  “For some reason” you teased and he pulled you on top of him. 

Once you were straddling his waist you gave a tentative roll of your hips and when he grabbed your waist with a mischievous glint in his eyes you smiled innocently “We have no plans until tomorrow” he raised an eyebrow “What do you have in mind?” You rolled your hips again and saw the lust in his eyes “Sure we can think of something”

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Better at Baking

Klaus Mikaelson x "Little Witch" Reader

Just Fluff

Klaus watched from the doorway as you worked the comb through Hope's hair then began to braid it as she colored the page in front of her. Either you, Hayley or Rebekah always made sure that her hair was done beautifully.  

He loved seeing your relationship with her. There were times he swore she preferred your presence to his and he couldn't find it in him to be jealous. He was overjoyed to know just how many people his daughter had who was willing to fight for her and he'd seen first hand the fire that would ignite in you when Hope was threatened. 

He'd seen witches first hand for most of his life and when Hayley first told him she'd called you for help he'd been hesitant. Witches always had their own agenda but the moment you stepped foot in New Orleans he'd seen a weight lift off Hayley's shoulders the moment she hugged you in the bar all of you met in. From the first day you'd let every witch in the Quarter know you were there and why. 

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He should've known he'd end up falling for you. He remembered vividly the day he realized you were unlike any other witch. Hayley had been taken, some coven intent on ripping Hope from her womb. You'd found her long before anyone else. When he and Elijah had gotten there you were between Hayley and four witches, a shield of your magic around her as you took the effect of the spell. 

The set of your jaw and the blue of your magic turning the usual hue of your eyes. You'd been in pain but refused to admit it until hours later. 

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He'd found you in the kitchen of the compound and you were attempting to make tea but a light whimper fell from you when you tried to lift your arms to retrieve a mug. He'd ended up retrieving the tea for you and offering his own blood to assist in your healing. You hadn't taken it stating the tea you were making would help but thanked him still. 

He watched you as you ground herbs and put them in a steeper. You were so focused on your task that he'd gotten the chance to study you in a way he'd yet to. There was a silent strength to you, the way you maintained yourself even when anger rippled through you. How you could pull a smile from nearly every member of his family and how you were one of the few people who barely blinked an eye at him. You were a remarkable woman, witch or not.

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Soon he stopped thinking of you as just some witch. You became a friend of sorts then as the two of you grew closer Rebekah became a thorn in his side "You've fallen for her brother" "Where's your little witch brother" "careful if you keep waiting someone may make her their little witch instead"

Long before he admitted it to you he admitted to her how he felt for you. She'd nearly buckled under her laughter but encouraged him to pursue it with a simple shrug "She may feel the same"

“Klaus” you spoke his name softly and it was only then he'd realized you noticed his presence. Hope turned towards him with a mirror of his own smile “Hey daddy”

You patted the floor next to you “Want to color with us? I'm not as talented as you and Hope but I can manage to stay within the lines” 

Hope laughed leaning her head over on your arm “It's not that bad! I think your picture is pretty” Klaus walked over to sit on the other side of the table you and Hope were sitting around and you cut your eyes at him barely containing your laughter at how his eyes tracked over the page you'd been coloring “Hush you!” You warned but he held his hands up “I wasn't going to say anything love”

Hope tilted her head at your drawing, her eyebrows furrowed before pointing to something on the page “Is that a cat?” You shook your head “It's a car!” Her eyes widened and he saw the moment your resolve broke right before you started laughing “I think I'm better at baking than coloring” 

Hope who'd started laughing as soon as  you did nodded “The cake you made was really good” Klaus looked between the two of you “What cake?” you glanced towards Hope, both of you grinning before you shrugged “Oops? Not our fault, Kol took the rest!” 

“Betrayed by my love and my daughter!” He teased and you nudged Hope “Should we bake daddy something?” She tapped her chin for a moment then nodded and stood, grabbing your hand then reached for one of his “But he has to help”

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Elejah Fics Masterlist

CW: some fics include smut, but from the ones I’ve read, those sections aren’t essential to the plot and when I’ve skipped them the story has still made sense to me:)

!!: faves

Read/TBR:

Taking the Long Way Around - Wazman:

The Mystic Falls Gang failed in their latest attempt to kill the Original Hybrid when Stefan inexplicably came to Klaus's aid and then helped him defeat Mikael. Elena's friends are now trying to make new plans. It doesn't help that Elena is having strange dreams. All she knows is that she needs to do something but little does she know the Spirits of Nature have plans of their own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31768675 !!

Three Deep Breaths - MissNMikaelson:

"I think I'd remember having a baby." Elena doesn't know what to think when the Original's find themselves in possession of her baby. A baby that has yet to be conceived. All she knows is that she loves this little one, but if she goes on to have her does that mean she is going to give up on the one vampire she actually considered a future with?

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1064714

Temporarily Changed - MissNMikaelson

"Doppelgangers should really come with an instruction manual," Elena grumbled. "Evidently they do, sweetheart," Klaus waved the leather grimoire. "Well..." she crossed her arms over her stomach, "... it should be clearer, and in English."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17365649

We Remain - AnonymousObsessor

“I missed you,” he murmured.

She opened her mouth to return his sentiment, expression already shifting into that perfect Katherine attitude, but her throat closed around the words.

She couldn’t close the door fast enough.

(Canon Divergence from The Kiss 4x18)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18540598 !!

Liason - Albion19

Prophetic dreams of destruction and hope overshadow Mystic Falls. It all starts with Elijah turning up on Elena's doorstep with an unpleasant request. Elejah. AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/416544 !!

Begin Again - ElijahsElena

Her life with the vampires was nothing more than a misfiring of brain cells while in a coma... Or was it? What if she had truly lived that life, then died, and was brought back? What if she had been given a chance to change things? Just how different would her life be?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20153161

Past and Future Tense - UNCPanda

When Elena is sent back into the past, her true position in the Mikaelson family is made clear. There she finds Elijah, love, and a once happy family. The question then becomes, can she return that happiness to her family upon her return?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24840214

Lost - MissNMikaelson

She has no words to describe the freedom of abandoned humanity. All she knows is she’s never going back to the way things used to be. No sir… never. Never, ever ever. Never!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29632509

Who are You? - MissNMikaelson

She had always wanted to go through the proper motions of an introduction, but she had never thought he would be the one asking her that question.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17525618

for @avengexminds

OC/Elijah: TBR/Read

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36952588

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23239144

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29643270

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4432616 !!

Riley Voelkel and Phoebe Tonkin

Like (girl)friends. I love them, I NEED more photos when these girls are together.

My Darling Blood Bag

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“I’m never going to finish if you keep distracting me.” For the last ten minutes Kol has been kissing all over your neck. Continuously distracting you from your homework. 

“I can’t help myself darling, you’ve been focusing on that stupid piece of paper all evening. Im beginning to feel neglected”, he tilts your head towards him placing a deep kiss on your lips. Though before you can get too lost in the kiss you push him away.

“If I get a bad grade on this stupid piece of paper my mom will kill me” Kol dramatically sighs, turning your chair around so he can face you. 

“I’ll compel you an A”, now that was an enticing offer. You’ve been working on this assignment for the last hour and a half, and have barely made a dent in it. It’s also due tomorrow so that was just making you more anxious. So you could either continue to struggle trying to finish or you could pay attention to your charming boyfriend. The choice is obvious

Your assignment is long forgotten as Kol tosses you on the bed, a large smirk on his face. “Finally now you’re all mine” he nuzzles his head into your neck, placing soft kisses against your neck. The soft kisses turn harsher before he finally sinks his teeth into your skin. 

This was Kol's favourite activity… well second favourite. He’s constantly telling you that your blood is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted, and you have no complaints. You absolutely love the feel of Kol drinking your blood. The soft feel of his lips on your neck combined with the pain of his teeth sinking into your neck, it’s just so intimate. You never get enough of the feeling.  

“Noo, not yet” You whine when he pulls away, grabbing at his shirt trying to pull him back. 

He chuckles his hand wrapping around your throat to push you against the bed. “Darling, do you want me to drain you dry?” his teasing tone makes you pout. Kol was always playing with you, it’s something you both love and hate about him. “Aww don’t pout, my little blood bag” You roll your eyes at the nickname though instead of commenting you pull Kol in for a kiss, one he’s all too happy to accept.

.·´¯·.·★𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻★·.·¯´·.

Rockstar Kol Mikaelson x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

The bar is so loud and hot, your ears ringing and a light sweat is coating your skin. It was all worth it though just getting to hear them play you'd wait hours in the cold or blaring hot to see them. Them being your favorite band Veil Of Shadows. You've been obsessed with them since you came across one of their songs on your Spotify. They were still a small band doing gigs at bars, but they were growing in popularity. If tonight's anything to go off of soon they'll be playing at bigger venues.

Though there's another reason you like Veil Of Shadows so much, and that was due to their lead singer Kol Mikaelson. Not only did he have an amazing voice he was drop dead gorgeous with an english accent, the complete package. You also know for a fact he’s amazing in bed, something you learned at his last gig.

That night has been in a constant loop in your head. It wasn't even just the sex, the two of you just had amazing chemistry. After his concert the two of you went to a nearby Taco Bell. It was around 2 am so it was deserted. The two of you talked for what seemed like forever about anything and everything. It's was one of the best conversations you ever had.

~~~

"Guess what your best friend just got for us?" your friend shouts into your ear. She's positively buzzing, jumping up and down.

"What?"

"Well I happen to know the bouncer and he said he can get us backstage for a measly ten bucks" her grip on your arm gets tighter. She had no idea about your night with Kol, honestly you're not sure if she'd believe you. "Come on," she leads you through the crowd. "The concerts about to end so we need to meet him before everyone starts swarming."

The bouncer leads you through the back, there's a few people already there. You start to get nervous as you hear the music start to fade. Would he recognize you or were you being delusional thinking he would remember you.

Your worries fade when he walks through, as soon as you make eye contact a smile covers his face. Your friend squeals when she sees him coming.

"Well hello Darling, I was hoping we would meet again. How Did you like the show?" Your friend immediately turns towards you, her eyes wide. You already know you are in for an interrogation from her later. For now though you need to focus on the handsome man in front of you.

"The show was amazing, but you guys are always good." he chuckled a smirk covering his face.

"I'm glad you liked it, did you like the heart I sent your way?", the heart he was talking about was just a hand heart he did toward the middle of his act. You couldn't believe that was for you.

The rest of the night Kol stuck by your side, and by the end of the night the two of you exchanged numbers. Before heading back to his place.

The next concert of his you'll be going not only as a fan but as his girlfriend.

Mama I'm In Love With A Criminal

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Inspo~ Mama I'm in love with a criminal And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy ~Britney Spears

You should have known he was too good to be true. He was the perfect boyfriend, handsome, funny, caring, and he had an accent -A BRITISH ACCENT. He was just too perfect, he had to have a flaw though it didn’t have to be such a big one. I mean you could get over the vampire thing if anything it was kinda a plus I mean everyone goes through a vampire phase. Even the fact he’s related to Klaus, wasn’t a complete deal breaker. No, what you couldn't get over is the fact he beat Jeremy up with a bat and nearly pummeled the boy to death. You can still remember the call you got from elena she was in tears begging you to come back to mystic falls. 

You had decided to go along with Jeremy when Elena sent him away just wanting to have a normal life with no drama. Though you unknowingly had fallen smack dab in the middle. 

You were packing up your room, desperate to get back home and comfort your friend. A knock on your door has you freezing. You were hoping it was anyone but Kol, you had no desire to see him. After that call with Elena you never even wanted to hear his name again. You felt like such a fool, you were just a pawn, a means to mess with Elena. 

“Darling would you open the door?”, you don’t move hoping that your silence will make him leave. “I suppose you heard about the Jeremy thing but it was nothing personal. Now open the door before I kick it in” you thought the threat over, eventually deciding to stand you don’t know how you would explain a kicked in door. 

You kept your face neutral as you opened the door, Kol on the other hand wore a smirk. “I do hope your not here to beat me with a bat”, in truth you should be scared but you just couldn’t bring yourself to be. No, you're already feeling too much to be scared of him. 

“Darling,” he reached out, going to stroke your cheek, you quickly dodge. It didn’t seem to upset him though. “Even when you're mad I find you completely irresistible.” You tried your best not to be affected by his words. Yet you still found your heart quickening, in your defense it was only a short while ago that this man was your boyfriend. It was only fitting that there was residual feelings even if you wished there weren't. “Let me make it up to you” he’s reaching for you once more, this time however he moves too fast for you to react. His lips smashing against yours in a heart aching kiss. 

“Kol” you mumble against his lips. Your arms rest on his chest your not sure if you wish to push him away or pull him closer. 

“I love it when you say my name” he groans as he moves his lips against your neck. You shouldn’t let this continue.

“Kol we shouldn’t-I shouldn’t” you finally managed to push him away. Or at least get him to stop kissing you. He still had you held close against her. 

“I don’t want this to get between us, I care for you shouldn’t that be all that matters?” His words gave you pause. You wish it was that easy but the ‘this’ he’s talking about is him beating up your friend's brother. You couldn’t just look past that. “If you can overlook your friends' actions towards my family, then why can’t you look over mine towards theirs?”. His question had you pausing. When he said it like that you realized just how hypocritical you had been. 

When it came to your friends you always excused their actions, even the most questionable ones, because they only did what they had to. So if you can excuse their actions maybe you could forgive Kols. “I’m not saying I condone your actions because I don’t but-” you're not even able to finish your sentence before Kol is kissing you. This time you don’t push him away. 

For now you just want to focus on the warm feeling he makes erupt in your chest. Not on how your friends are bound to react to your choice in men, but what can you do your in love. Even if he may be a criminal in their minds to you he’s just your Love.

WARM-BLOODED SERIES CASTLIST

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥

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K L A U S   M I K A E L S O N

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥

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V A N E S S A   S A L É E

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘭è𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

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E R I K  G R E Y

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧, 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧

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Q U I N N  O L I V E R

𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘜𝘱 𝘖𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯

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N I L E S

𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘯 , 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱

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BOOK TWO CAST LIST

(New faces joining the original cast)

R O M A   N Ú N E Z

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

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BOOK THREE CAST LIST

(New faces joining the original cast)

G A I A S I E N N A

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗻

( 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 )

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D R. J A N E A R M B O R N

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁

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M A E V E

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱

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BOOK FOUR CAST LIST

(Coming Soon)

B A C K S T O R Y

( 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 )

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 after a long and tiresome battle with Marcel and his loyal vampire pack and all whom wish them dead. Dismantling a kingdom once was and the strict order that held all hostage was successful. Before, then, and after, bloodshed was constant and fear made itself known, infecting the innocent faster than the plague. No progression prevailed amongst these communities and countless innocent lives perished, all to preserve their history and their home in New Orleans.

It wasn't until one cool night when chaos was spared that the supernatural communities came together to put forth a treaty where Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, and Humans could live in peace and preserve what's been left behind. Of course, there were flaws within this agreement, flaws that were challenged by those greedy for power or hungry for revenge.

For years, each community strived within their respective territory, and not once had the treaty been broken—or at least reported it had been. But peace can only last for so long until a powerful prophecy ravaged the Witches, and something in the air is putting off the Werewolves, the undead plucking from the ground one-by-one, and an orphaned child showing up at her father's doorstep on a whim not knowing the hell she unleashed the second she stepped foot in New Orleans.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

(The Originals)

☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Original 𝑩lack And Of Color Characters In Paranormal Fiction, 𝑩lack Bisexual MC, 𝑳GBTQ+ rep, Slight 𝙒hy Choose?, 𝑴ore Father & Daughter + Family Duo (𝑫uo Pov), 𝑴orally Grey Characters And Flawed, 𝑪haracter Development, 𝑮ood Girl Turned Bad (Within Reason...And Maybe For Fun), 𝑴ental Health Rep, 𝙒erewolf Mating Bonds, 𝑳ike Father Like Daughter...Eventually. 𝙋𝙇𝙐𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂!

𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚: Mature

↳ strong language, violence & gore, murder & death, eventual explicit sexual content, heavy prejudice, blood magic, sacrifices + more overall mature subjects not suited for young audiences (each fic are rightfully tagged and labeled of these subjects and more that happens later on within)

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Cast List

Alternative Set Up For The Fic (read before reading)

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< Read The First Five Chapters Of Book One Posted Here >

Chapter One | New Orleans

Chapter Two | The Prophecy

Chapter Three | Nature’s Loophole

Chapter Four | Human

Chapter Five | A Dream Through The Night, A Nature That Bites

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Where To Read ?

Book One

Book Two

Book Three

Book Four : Coming Soon

Wattpad Link If Not On Ao3 : Four Books In One (not as separately organized as ao3)

𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅 …

Book Two of Warm-Blooded ;

Chapter 23 | when dreams come true

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

<content inside are rated mature+ and not suited for minors>

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T H E O R I G I N A L S

↳ Warm-Blooded

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H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N

↳ A Dragon’s Touch

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 4k~

warnings: strong language, eventual violence, a pretty much tamed 1st chapter…for now

a/n: this is the 1st 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?). If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.

MASTERLIST | NEXT ->

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲 | 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗢𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒.

It wasn't how Deena imagined it to be the moment she stepped off the smelly bus onto the gravel sidewalk, with a packed bag hung across her shoulder and an old black suitcase covered in band stickers she used to listen to years ago.

She came a long way from Le Havre, France. Spent about seventeen hours on a plane and another two hours riding two buses to get here, stuck next to an annoying older woman spilling her lifelong secrets.

The sunny sky was touched with a gloom and many buildings looked as if they came out of the 1700s in American films with a modern touch to fit today's society. There were many interesting stores that had caught Deena's eye as she traveled down the sidewalk with no plan in mind. She enjoyed the urban touch of the city through the people and how together they were which was much different back home. Also, it was very much diverse compared to the small area she lived in.

She felt comfortable. At home.

Off the side of a group of friends passing through, Deena pulled out a picture of her beautiful mother in the arms of a man that's to be her father—Klaus Mikaelson.

Her mother was happy in this picture. They both were. In a black shirt hanging off her shoulders, ripped tights under a pair of shorts, smiling at the camera with a drink in her hand and her curly hair almost taking up half the photo. The man—her father, Klaus—sat leaned into her mother, kissing her ear with an arm thrown around her waist. He wore a basic leather jacket with dark blue jeans. Dirty blond hair, dark blue-greenish eyes, and a killer smile. The table in front of them covered in empty red cups and half-filled liquor bottles. They were both young, in college, and in love.

"I want to find him," Deena said to herself in a soft voice. "I need to find Klaus Mikaelson."

But the problem was if Deena ever found her father, she didn't know what she would tell him. She practiced what to say when meeting him, but it was all gibberish and uncompleted sentences that made no sense. She feared a lot of things about her father; him being married with kids and she would come into his perfect life and ruin the happiness he made for himself, no knowledge of his other child he had created across the globe. Or he was a dead-beat with nothing going for his life. Or he has long passed away.

But whatever truth lies in his life, she just wanted to see him. From afar, if needed. To see how he lived. And if he cared enough to know that the woman he met in this very city before she moved to France years ago, was now dead. But she selfishly wanted him to know that she existed.

...if she knew where he was. Or where to start.

The city was so big, nevertheless the state and because Deena wasn't from around—this was her second time ever in America—it was difficult for her to navigate or read the English signs she never learned. But she grew hungry and entered the nearest restaurant.

"Hey, welcome in! Take a seat anywhere," Greeted the waiter, passing by with both hands filled.

Most tables were filled as Deena searched for an empty spot.

Sensing the panicked teenager, the waiter stood before Deena after she finished serving a table. "Must be your first time here, so welcome. Just join a table with someone, anyone, but choose wisely; some people can talk more than they chew." She was picking at the older customer sitting at the counter who obviously heard what she said and sent her a squinted look with pursed lips. "That's the motto of the restaurant; To Meet A Stranger Along The Way. Eating alone doesn't mean you have to be alone. So sit anywhere and I or another waiter will be with you soon."

Deena sent the nice lady a smile. "I understand, thank you."

She pulled along her suitcase looking for a place to sit down. Most tables were occupied and many shared engaging conversations of their own that Deena didn't want to intrude, until she noticed a brunette sitting alone with a book in her hand reading quietly.

"Can I sit here?"

The girl looked up from her book and gestured towards the empty chair. "Go for it," she went back to reading.

She took off her backpack and placed it in the empty seat next to her before sitting down. The girl was young, or at least she appeared to be. Had to be around the same age, and she was very pretty.

That part Deena will keep to herself.

As if the girl felt Deena's complimenting stare, she tore away her gaze as the girl lifted her head from the book, but it was already too late since she was caught. "Have you read it?" She started. "Romeo and Juliet?"

"Who hasn't?"

"I know right? It's for some stupid class, so the teacher's forcing us to read up to five chapters and come back to a pop quiz. Which, I know I will fail."

Both girls shared a short laughter.

"I'm Deena.” She introduced. “I'm new around here."

The waiter then came to take Deena's order while also setting down a grilled turkey sandwich with extra avocado and a side of fries for the girl. She finally placed down her book, giving thanks to the waiter before digging into her food.

The mouth-watering scent made Deena's stomach grumble. I’m so damn hungry.

"Davina," while washing down her fries with lemonade. "Not new here. But I noticed the accent. Where are you from?"

"France. More specifically, Le Havre." Deena replied. "You?"

"Born and raised. Also, don't hate me but the only place I know of France is Paris, but I'm sure Le Havre is a fun place to visit and live at."

Deena shrugged showing no offense to Davina's knowledge of France. She didn’t blame the girl since she knew nothing of the US besides New York, California, Florida, and Texas. They were normally the most talked about and the most used location in films. Also, it seemed a lot always happened in those states.

"It's cool. I actually didn't know Louisiana existed until a few days ago." Deena admitted.

"But here you are!"

She gave a small smile, agreeing. "Here I am."

Some moments later, the waiter delivered Deena's food; half cut Cuban sandwich with extra pickles and a sweet tea. She dug in without question.

Davina was a cool person to chat with. Easy-going, funny, and there was something about her energy Deena felt oddly connected to. Davina also felt an odd connection to Deena but brushed it off as she stuffed her mouth full.

There was a long list prepared for the day, but realized it was quite small and she had no starting point. I came here on a whim. With little to no planning, and childish hope.

But remembered Davina was from New Orleans. There's a possibility she might've ran into her father or seen him around somewhere. Or visited a store he owned. Or attended school with one of his kids. Or visited his grave.

"So, I was wondering since you're from around if you knew this man?" Deena wiped the oils from her fingers before reaching into her front backpack's pocket. Pulling out the photo of her mother and Klaus, she held it in front of Davina to inspect.

Davina noticeably froze upon viewing the photo. She had blinked a few times to make sure the man she saw wasn't just some random person she's misjudging but a man who was famously known throughout the streets and the supernatural world.

She pulled back from the table and picked at the grilled bread. "What do you want with him?" suddenly, she got hostile with Deena despite her pure intentions.

She knew him.

Deena sighed with relief. Davina obviously knew her father, but the cold tone she used when responding made her nervous. He must be married. With kids. Or nothing but a dead-beat. Or worse. Dead.

Deena returned the photo back into her backpack pocket with a shrug. "So you know him?"

"Yea, Klaus Mikaelson. Anyone who's done him bad or crossed his path on accident knows of him and his notorious siblings—"

"He has siblings?" Deena interjected.

"—oh yeah. Elijah and Rebekah Mikaelson and whoever comes back to life occasionally." She continued, slightly confusing Deena but she was happy to hear there's more than her father alive. "Terrorizing the city and the people who live within. Any person with a sense of mind would tell you to stay the hell away. You don't want anything to do with that psychotic man and his troubling siblings. His family is a curse to this city, to the communities, and they care for no one else but themselves. I'm sure the woman in that photo was killed by the hands of Klaus Mikaelson himself." She sneered.

Deena, not knowing this man nor his siblings personally, felt offended by Davina's harsh words because they were her family. And even worse, she accused her father murdering her mother. A beautiful soul who raised Deena with everything she could give her, found locked in her car with a letter admitting how unhappy she was with her life.

The smile on Deena’s face faltered to a deadpan glare as Davina bad-mouthed the family she had ties to. She noticed the change of her expression, but she thought nothing of it since she assumed she was doing good by scaring the curious French girl away from Klaus and far away from this cursed city.

Deena abruptly stood from her seat already gathering her belongings.

"W-where are you going? You haven't finished your— "

"The woman standing next to Klaus is my mother. And the man next to her, Klaus Mikaelson, is my father. And she wasn't murdered by him, she hated her life and everyone within it so she did the job herself." Deena vividly watched Davina grow with shock upon hearing Klaus was her father and was filled with sudden guilt from all she had said about her parents before. "But you are right about one thing; we are troubling. At least it keeps people away. So thanks for nothing. I'll find him my own damn self."

She wasn't sure how much the meal cost altogether and because the currency was slightly different, she left a big amount on the table which included a tip. She was out the restaurant in no time. Her head felt dizzy and she was hot all over heaving out steam, suddenly impacted by the overwhelming emotions she thought she had pushed back.

A month ago, Deena's mother passed away.

Her death made no sense. She was a cheerful woman who often hid away in her art studio painting and sketching for hours until it was time to pick Deena up from school. Students were often jealous because while other parents nagged on their child's grades and permitted curfews, Deena's mother never hovered over her shoulder about her grades and trusted Deena enough to be home within a reasonable time. And while other parents came dressed in their finest most classiest clothing for teacher conference nights or the school performances Deena was a part of, her mother came dressed straight out of a Fruits Magazine.

She was stressless, free, a kindred spirit, and an amazing mother. Sometimes Deena would forget her mother wasn't a close friend or an older sister despite having her at a young age. She was vocal about her problems and told Deena since a young age that "anger should never be placed into a bottle. Let the world hear you even if they say you scream too loud. They don't like Black girls expressing themselves in any manner if not with their heads down, so you must do it for the next little Black girl who's taking notes.".

But still, it made no sense.

The morning before she died, Deena's mother showed no signs of distress. She made banana pancakes, sent Deena off to school, and when she came home, her mother was working on a late piece for an art exhibition a friend in town invited her work to. She then left after dinner and was never seen for two days until Deena received a call from the police station. But it was questionable and she didn't understand it.

Why was she unhappy with life when she expected so much out of it? Why would she leave when she promised me the world? Why wasn’t she vocal with her depression in the same way she taught me to be vocal?

"Deena, wait!" Davina called out after placing down her half of the pay and rushed out the doors. She knew she was wrong for what she said and she felt terrible. "Look, I'm sorry! I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or bring your mother into this; I was only speaking from a personal experience which is no excuse at all. Next time, I should watch what I say. But..."

Deena kept walking. She struggled to drag her suitcase with her speed. The old wheels looked as if they were about to break off at any second, but she somehow managed to keep going.

Davina huffed annoyingly. "But I know where he is, Klaus Mikaelson," Deena halted her steps, facing the girl. "And I know where you can find him."

As Deena studied her face to find any spec of bluff hidden in her tone or written amongst her face, she saw she was telling the truth. She knew where her father currently hung around or lived, and of course, she wasn't going to question why or how she knew that kind of information.

"Where is he?" Asked Deena.

"The Abattoir. I can take you there since you might get lost. Also, you might want a travel buddy traveling in that particular area."

Deena sized the girl down. "Why? Will Klaus murder me too?"

"Again, I'm sorry about that." With her eyes narrowed, Davina apologized again. Deena still felt offended by what she said but since she genuinely felt sorry for it, about her mother at least, she decided to cut her some slack. She doesn't need an enemy on her first day in New Orleans. "Look, you're not from around and I'm sure you don't know about..."

Taking in Deena's blank stare, Davina then shook off the conversation and reached down for her suitcase. "Never mind, let's go."

Deena's hand was still on the handle, able to hold her grip from slipping it out her fingers and asked, "I don’t need your help. I can carry it myself." She tried pulling back but Davina somehow had the suitcase fully in her hands.

"It's about to break, I'm practically doing you a favor." She noticed the band stickers on her suitcase and claimed to have listened to some of them when she was thirteen.

Deena allowed her guard down and quickly followed behind Davina across the street before the main light turned green. She continued on about the particular bands she knew and who she used to stan and asked Deena about the bands she was unfamiliar with.

Somewhere during the conversation, "Thanks," it was soft but Davina caught it

She offered a soft smile. "You shouldn't thank me. I might not particularly like Klaus, but if he truly is your father, I wouldn’t live with myself by keeping you away from knowing him. At least then, hopefully, you might run away once you do."

"Is he really that bad of a man?"

Davina was quiet at her question. To her, Klaus wasn't just a bad man, he was terrible, and he almost killed her multiple times if it wasn't for Marcel having to save her. She wished she could tell Deena these things in hopes she would stay away, but no one wants to hear the bad of a man you've never met. Especially when he was your father. Family. It also wasn't her place to kill the image she might have of him.

Then she shrugged. "I will let you be the judge of that."

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. It was well kept for the most part but it was obvious this house had been through hell, Deena definitely thought Klaus was a deadbeat. This wasn't a family home, but it was a pretty big property. Maybe a rich deadbeat?

Together they stood staring up at the white doors ready to be knocked upon. Davina stared at the door with fear. Every witch sense coursing through her blood told her to turn away and run.

She knew she wasn't allowed here—that witches weren't allowed here, but she came to protect Deena.

Deena wasn't aware of the supernatural world or the fact that her father was a ruthless millennium-old psychotic hybrid, and what lies within the compound was an 'army' of hungry blood-sucking vampires who were already aware of their presence. Vampires who were too scared to leave Klaus if not slaughtered after the gruesome war against Marcel's army and enemies, and whoever they could rally up if Marcel hadn't got to them first.

Nevertheless, Davina watched her new friend lift her hand to knock on the door. Sucking in a deep breath, her knuckles were seconds away from alerting the vampires before something churned in her stomach. She quickly lowered her hand and hurried away.

"I can't do this." Deena panicked.

Davina lingered a bit longer at the door before rushing after her. "Where are you going? He's right inside." She shouted, dragging along the suitcase.

"I can't do it." She breathed heavily. "I-I don't know why I came here in the first place. And I hate myself for being curious, but I don't think I can do it. I should go home with the money I have left."

There was so much roaming through Deena's brain all at once. She thought she was ready to meet with him, but she wasn't, or at least she was convincing herself that she's not. But after losing the only family she had, Deena had grown lonely and desperate for someone to care about her and love her as much as her mother did. That's why she went through her mother's things. She trashed her mother's room, the kitchen, the attic, even her own room in the process. She didn't know what she was searching for until she discovered the letter.

It was meant to be given on her 18th birthday, a couple of months early.

But now that she was here, she didn't feel as pumped as before. Maybe she should've thought a bit longer on the idea before hopping on the next plane to New Orleans? Maybe she was getting too ahead of herself? Maybe this wasn't the right thing for her to do?

Davina grabbed Deena just as she was about to cross the street and tugged on her arm so that she was facing her. "Just breathe." She attempted to calm her down.

Deena rolled her eyes. "I am breathing."

"No, you're not. You look like you're about to pass out." Despite her annoyance, Deena forced herself to calm down. Once seeing she had, Davina narrowed her gaze before speaking. "I have no words to comfort you. Hell, I can't even comfort myself, but I can tell you, that you will regret not meeting him and him not knowing you. You have a chance that many kids don't have; I don't even know whether my dad is alive or not, but you do. And you should take it."

"I feel like I'm gonna ruin his life." Deena admitted.

Davina scoffed with a dragged 'please'.

"I'm serious. How would you feel living a life of your own for however many years and suddenly a seventeen-year-old kid comes knocking at your front door claiming to be your daughter? I would close the door in her face and continue my show!"

"If I was Klaus Mikaelson, I would be pretty damn blessed to have a kid with my blood in their veins at my doorstep. You never know."

"He must be a pretty famous man the way you speak of him."

She shrugged. "You can say that. But look," She took hold of Deena's hand. "Go meet him. Let him know who you are. And if you regret it, you can take the first plane back to Le..."

"Le Havre," she completed.

"Right. Le Havre. And I will be right here supporting you."

Davina was right. At least she had a chance to get to know her father while many don't and she shouldn't let the opportunity pass by. She sucked in a deep breath and began making her way to the white doors, but just as soon as she took her first step, she was stopped by Davina's stretched arm hitting her chest. She appeared focused, waiting for something to come.

She pushed away Davina's arm from deep within her chest, but she stopped her again.

Deena rolled her eyes with a huff. "You give me some go-for-it-speech and now you don't want me to seize the moment while I'm ready?"

"Something isn't right," Davina eased out with worry.

Deena would've guessed the brunette was another spiderman from an alternate universe the way she peered around her surroundings like a guard dog. Or spidey senses, she'd call it. She didn't see nor feel what Davina was and there was no one within their proximity when glancing around to catch what she caught, so she wasn't sure what had her on edge.

"You are right," Both girls jumped at the deep voice of a brown-skinned woman who spoke with a slight thick accent. She wore a green tank-top with dark blue jeans and she had to be around thirty years old, and she was looking at Deena as she came forward. "Something isn't right."

Despite the weird look, at least Deena knew she wasn't a stranger judging by Davina's calm expression and her tensed shoulders releasing.

She removed her arm from Deena's chest with a sigh. "Zoeè? What are you doing on this side of town?"

"I could ask you the same, harvest girl?"

Davina doesn't respond.

"I sensed someone—" Her brown eyes flickered to Deena. "—special entered the city and came runnin' soon as I could. And now that the cloaking spell has worn off and the prophecy is clear, all that I need to seal the deal is standing right in front of me."

Davina stepped in front of Deena in a protective manner once putting together two and two. "I don't know what this is about but let's not do it here. You and I both aren’t safe in this area—" merely glancing back. "—and she has nothing to do with this. This is between me and you."

Deena was clearly confused. "I'm sorry but who is this?"

"Don't matter who I am. What matters is what you gone do to our kind once the Mikaelsons find out you're alive."

Whatever happened, happen so fast that Deena was unable to process absolutely nothing. After Davina screamed out, she pushed her back and lifted her hands in a wizard-like manner before she was thrown against the building wall with no effort.

Deena followed the invisible force to the woman, Zoeè who's smiling back at her and scattered away. She would have ran after Davina, but her first instinct was to get herself to safety first and take a moment to digest what the hell just happened.

"Solem," With a flick of a wrist, Deena failed to cross the road before she found darkness and the cold ground.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

Book Three of Warm-Blooded :

(Season 5 of the originals)

Chapter 5 | Discreetly Obvious

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ~

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

word count: 2.7k~

warnings: strong language, violence against witches, murder, attempted sacrifice

a/n: this is the 2nd 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 both my OC’s AND Klaus’s pov with a proper pov switch—where Rebekah and Elijah are introduced for the first time. It is also the first and last chapter dual pov will be featured in the same chapter throughout the series. If there’s a warning I skipped let me know.

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗰𝘆

      𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 surrounded Deena's unconscious body as she began to awaken slowly. It was the blazing heat of fire marked around her frame, skinning her flesh of salted sweat which woke her up. She was faced with a bright color of reddish-orange dancing in the sky. The tug of her wrist slammed back down onto the cold concrete bed. She lifted her other arm—slammed right back down. Her legs—back to the bed they went. Lifting her head, she saw her ligaments had been restricted, tied down by some magical force that kept her positioned like a snow angel without the snow.

        "Que ce passe t-il (What’s going on)??" She struggled to break free, her brain unable to comprehend the matter of force that has bound her body to the bed without physical ropes. Just like when Davina was thrown against the wall and how she fainted when she felt fine before. Her breathing heaved. "Help! Someone help me, please! I've been kidnapped!"

        No matter the amount of force she used, gravity pulled her right back down.

        But there could still be hope. As she took in her surroundings, met with the dark night of the clear moon illuminating her brown skin, she knew off bat she was in a cemetery. The grey stones and engraved names and burnt-out candles and freshly bloomed flowers gave it away. And through the flames, Deena spotted a shadow. Six shadows scattered around her. They stood still with their hands at the sky as if they were praying.

        "Hey," Deena called out to the nearest shadow. Though she noticed their eyes were closed, they could still hear her. "Hey, get me out of here! You got the wrong person! What are you doing?"

        A twig snapped behind Deena and one of the shadowed individuals revealed themselves to the panicked teenager.

          "I know you," Deena exclaimed. "You're the woman I met today, Zoeè. Please, if you let me go I'll pretend nothing happened. I'll say nothing I swear. I don't even know you."

        The woman, Zoeè, peered down at Deena, a glint in her eyes as they found comfort elsewhere. Maybe she did feel bad for Deena getting caught up in all this mess, for something she had no knowledge of, knowing she deserved none of the torture that was to come as she was just a child. And she has never harmed a child nor was it in her plan to do so, but her pleads weren't enough to free her. She was determined to go through with the tricky spell. It had to be done.

        With a small shoulder lift, "I'm sorry, hun. If I could do it any other way then I would, but you are the key to strengthening our coven and placing back the balance which your existence upsets. But I'll try to make it quick."

        Deena is riddled with fear at the sight of Zoeè's hands locked on the sides of her head. She kicked her feet, lifted herself from the chest in hopes of shifting her head from within her hold. Deena had no idea what was to come or the reasoning behind Zoeè's hand positioning; she just felt like something bad was going to happen and wanted to prevent that gut feeling eating her within.

        "No, no, no—" The haunting chants grew louder, words Zoeè began to repeat back. The flames intensified, and something unexplainable sent Deena into a surge of pain.

She screamed.

        It was as if her bones were merging into one and her heart was being squeezed by rusted nails. Like her nails were being ripped one-by-one or a giant soul-sucking monster blowing its hot air against her body draining Deena of life. Her body has never experienced anything like this before. A wet substance begins to leak from her nose, curved down the sides of her sweaty cheeks and painted Zoeè's hands. Which she didn't mind. She was expecting the mess plus more. Then from the corners of her eyes. Blood so thick it could form a river to drown in; unable to see nor hear as the blood continued to rip her from life.

       "ÇA FAIT MAL (IT HURTS) , STOP!" Deena's screams were cut short by a puddle of blood coughing violently out of her dry lungs, the metallic taste filled in every corner of her mouth, seized in between her gums and the hardest parts her toothbrush couldn't reach. She cried but it was hard to tell which were tears or blood. "P-please."

       And as her prayers were answered, a gust of wind blew through the dark air and a loud snap of a thick bone followed by a thud silenced the air, just after a slushing sound of blood leaves the flesh of a woman screaming in pain.

        The heat from the fire died out and Deena's left arm was lifted from the magical hold, but she was too weak to lift a muscle and the blood continued to pour, choking her to death.

        Another high-pitched scream filled her thick ears. A body drops. And finally, Deena was able to breathe when Zoeè removed her hands with a jolt, the scent of fear grew at the bloody scene unfolding before her. The excruciating suffering stopped integrating her insides and her body didn't feel bound to the concrete bed. And though Deena still had no will to move a muscle, she forced herself up enough to spit out the blood clogged in her throat and plopped right onto her back.

        The puddle of blood led Zoeè to the dark blond man with raging golden almost yellow eyes. His pink lips drenched in dark blood, curled into a devilish grin. "I heard there was a party without me. Or did I ruin it already?" The lifeless body of a witch Zoeè knew plopped to the ground. He placed his finger between his lips after wiping the stained blood around his mouth, savoring the last taste of the witch he drained within seconds.

        Hitched breath, Zoeè stumbled back in fear at the presence of the hybrid. She almost tripped off the stand that held up the concrete bed, but held her position immediately. "K-Klaus," She swallowed hard, eyes frantic at her dead coven sisters who lie with their throats ripped out.

      Deena's head twitched. She could've sworn she heard the name which her father possessed, but the thick blood in her ears prevented her from hearing much but low vibrations. Her body has been through too much. And frankly, she's exhausted. As she clawed for air drenched in cold sweat, darkness comforted her body and her eyes slowly began to shut.

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      𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 with pride in his work of the dead. He quite missed the thrill back when there were no restrictions and he could feed his cravings by going on a little witch hunt—well, it's not as easy now as it was before. Witches had tasteful blood apart from muggles. He could almost taste their magic being absorbed into his bloodstream though magic had no use in his bones. Who knew all it took was Davina's cry for help from the witches again to allow Klaus to experience the good old days.

        Zoeè, the annoying witch who has had it out for Klaus since the treaty had been placed, followed the silent footsteps of his brother, the noble Elijah Mikaelson who appeared a few seconds late to the feast. "Now, now, Niklaus. We have a deal with the witches; we leave them in peace with their practices if the favor toward us is extended."

        Klaus saw how Zoeè's presence calmed upon Elijah's arrival, though fear was brooding beneath her skin. Feared blood was the best. His nobility title made Klaus nervous as he knew his brother had a tendency to seek sympathy for the opposing team if a door was led open, especially when he was faced with a witch Klaus caught sneaking out his bedroom the past few mornings. He must be done with the wolf girl in the Bayou. He just needs to make sure it stays closed and the plan doesn't crumble. Though there wasn't much planning put into this surprise attack.

        "But there is a problem," Klaus looked to his brother for support. Testing his loyalty. "Right, brother?"

        "Indeed, there is,"

        Klaus's grin broadened.

        1 Mikaelson is a warning. 2 Mikaelsons was a threat. Zoeè felt uneasy in the presence of Klaus Mikaelson alone. He was unreasonable and his actions were too unpredictable. Maybe with the Noble Elijah here to control his brother's impulse, she may be spared.

        "This got nothing to do with either of you." Zoeè dismissed the problem with a shrug. Her thudded heartbeat in Klaus's ear told him otherwise.

        Elijah crossed the dead witch and revealed his clean-shaven face and pale skin illuminating under the moonlight, his brown eyes trained on Zoeè while smoothing down the creases on his suit. "Actually, it does. You see, we received a message that the girl you intend on sacrificing tonight is a child miraculously born of Mikaelson blood. And Klaus is to be the father." Elijah cocked his head upon Zoeè's uncomfortable expression. "Of which you already knew seeing how you are not surprised. Now, we know it is impossible for my brother to reproduce any biological life-form as he has been technically dead for the last millennium. But because it is simply a rumor, we must investigate. And to do that, we need the child. Alive."

         Elijah followed the scent of blood to the child who currently lay unconscious. He could sense the torture her body has been through by the clogged air forcing itself from her lungs. He felt for the girl. As opposed to Klaus who's afraid of the possibility of this child being his which he knew sounded ridiculous, but it was something he couldn't ignore. Therefore, he was terrified. He refused to look at the child, but he could hear her faded heartbeat losing its strength.

        "This is witch business and the Mikaelsons are not allowed on sacred grounds. Nothing personal."

       "This is very personal," Klaus growled. It could create thunder alone and rumbled in Zoeè's bones. "Seeing how you and your little witchy friends would go through great lengths to tear down my empire and conspire against me again, when I have granted you your very freedom to do as the witches please as long as they stay in their lane and be of use when I need them. You have even brought in some girl off the streets, claim she is my child, to lure me here and kill me! Pray now to your god, because I cannot be killed!"

        "There is no lie or conspire against you, Klaus! The child is yours by blood. But why does it matter what we do with her when none of you knew she existed?"

        "Because whether she is Klaus's child or not, she is presumed to be a Mikaelson. And if she is, you have already broken your treaty with us. Therefore, you hold no upper ground and you are merely a snack." Klaus rolled his eyes upon his little sister's arrival. Of course, she had to make her entrance the best of all.

        Zoeè jumped at Rebekah's tall figure sneaking up behind the frightened witch. She lifted her hand to cast out a spell when she saw Rebekah reeling too closely to the unconscious girl, but before Zoeè was able to speak her first syllable, Rebekah was at her side within seconds and tossed her against the concrete wall before she had time to react.

        Rebekah slung her hair confidently over her shoulder. "Nice try, but that was cute."

        Klaus peered from the corner of his eyes, watching silently as his sister rushed to check on the girl. She checked her pulse though all of them could hear her faded heartbeats. But just like him, they were unsure if the child was going to make it given her current condition.

        It was making them nervous. Rebekah even more.

        She did what she thought was right at the moment and fed the child her blood. While doing so, her free hand lifted the girl's head as she slowly began to awaken and was forced to swallow down her blood so that she wouldn't choke. "Take your time, love,  drink slowly," She sung.

        "Yes, I agree." Elijah agreed with Rebekah's point. "And how do you presume we should handle this information?"

        Zoeè somehow managed to her feet with a limp. She was surrounded by the Mikaelsons and that was making her nervous. Her only hope was Elijah though he failed to call off his siblings. She still had hoped what they shared was real enough to save her.

        Klaus stepped forward, next to Elijah with his fangs piercing out his gums. His mouth filled with blood from the previous witch he fed on. "I say we kill them all. Each and every one of them. May their sacrificed blood teach the witches a lesson or two about going against us." He encouraged.

        Zoeè never imagined dying this way but if she did, then so be it. She will die willfully for her coven and her ancestors and her beliefs, but she will not go out without a warning. "Even if you kill me, it won't end here! The coven is aware of the prophecy and the power that lies in her blood. And as more discovers her danger, they gone keep coming until she's dead." She pressed her hand against her bruised side, a metallic taste of blood slipping between her lips.

        "Simple. Then we kill the whole coven. Poof—" Klaus emphasized his hands as if he were blowing up mini bombs. "Problem solved."

        "Niklaus," Elijah sent his brother an unspoken glare. Klaus lifted his shoulders with a shrug as if he should consider the proposition. Klaus's irrational actions will lead to much more than a coven on their heads and they don't need any of that. "We don't want a bloodbath on our hands, we just want the child. Once we have her in a safe place, we will be out your hair. And if the rumor is false, she will be sent back. How does that sound? Do we have ourselves a deal?"

        Suddenly—

        Rebekah's body flew back as she was feeding the child by the force of Zoeè's magic. She then snapped her neck. Klaus wasted no time and went in for the kill, but was thrown back into someone's grave and pinned to the wall where he could not move, bound by a magical force restraining him. Elijah was brought to his knees writhing in pain.

        Zoeè rushed in front of the child to keep them away from having her. "I'm sorry, but you can't have her. I will complete the spell if it means saving my coven, and then I will sacrifice the child while you all watch." Zoeè stretched her hands over Deena's unconscious body and began the spell all by herself. She didn't care if it was taking too much of her or if it was killing her from inside. She needed to complete the spell no matter what.

        Despite the pain, Elijah rose to his feet. He saw it was up to him since his siblings were unable to fight back. "Then forgive me," Within seconds, Elijah's brown eyes were coated licorice black. Black veins shrouded beneath his skin around his eyes. He was a demon. His true nature. "I have tried to reason with you but it seems reasoning isn't your thing. And one thing you should know of me is that I am not patient. And my patience runs out faster than my temper."

        With a swift movement, he took Zoeè's neck into his mouth and ran her dry, releasing Klaus who fell to the ground. Her screams filled their ears like sweet music. Dead with a snap of her neck.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

Book Three of Warm-Blooded :

(Season 5 of the originals)

Chapter 6 | Treat The Disease, Treat The Symptoms

~ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 ~

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she/her - ⚤ - sagittarius - infp-t - writer of OC-centric longfics & original works featuring Black women always as the protagonist (ofc my fics are open to all who acts right) - lover of many fandoms that will soon come to light - taking no request unless it’s regarding my fics, but happy to gush with you over fandoms and my fics - minors DNI

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AO3 WATTPAD

⸻ 𝑀 𝒴 𝒲 𝒪 𝑅 𝒦 𝒮 ⸻

T H E O R I G I N A L S

↳ Warm-Blooded (oc-centric series <4 books>, father & daughter duo pov)

H O U S E O F T H E D R A G O N

↳ A Dragon’s Touch (oc-centric longfic, au, medium-burn, targaryen/dornish mixed!bastard X oc!targaryen prince)

T W I L I G H T

↳ Something About You (oc-centric longfic, college-setting, slight au, slow-burn for now, black!oc X seth clearwater <aged-up ofc> — coming soon )

⸻ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒜 𝒯 𝒰 𝒮 ⸻

Back from my writing break. Currently writing and preparing updates.

dividers credited to @anitalenia