Rebekah Mikaelson - Blog Posts

Chapter 18

Immortal Dilemmas

There wasn't any time to spare, their sister had to be warned about what had been tried to be passed for a law. The elections for the minister of magic had been running slowly, everyone was hesitant to show trust and faith in the system that was once so corrupt. The one candidate that the family is hoping to win is Kingsley Shacklebolt, a comrade in arms that had a sense of what was right. They didn't have to worry about him falling into someone's pockets. He's in the lead due to the family openly supporting him. However, there was one candidate that they were absolutely sure needed to be thrown into Azkaban, Perseus Parkinson. The Parkinson family had been allied with the Malfoy family for generations and it was widely known. The only reason that he was not a convicted death eater was that he wasn't deemed worthy enough to be one. Though his blood was pure, his core was weak, abilities near a squib. Pansy was lucky to have been deemed enough magic to enter Hogwarts. The man spouted off nonsense about him being a representative of keeping traditions alive. What was wrong was that he was trying to pass a law stating that it was required for witches and wizards, 16 and older, to be entered into a courtship that promised marriage or a marriage contract. To 'ensure' that there would be enough children to start the next generation and make up for all the lives lost in the last two wars, if a wizard or witch does not already have a spouse then the ministry will try to match them up. The family knew that the law was total bullshit. Thankfully, with Hailey being mated and married the law didn't affect her. But it did come out to the public that their "Chosen One" was wedded and they demanded answers. The family remembered with a scowl what brought them to having to warn their darling lioness.

 ~Flashback~

 The wizarding courtroom was usually a place of law and Order, but the scene unfolding was just plainly a screaming match. Kingsley was on one side with the order behind him along with the majority of the Wizengamot. Behind in parallel to him was a pug-faced man who could be no one else but Perseus Parkinson. Both were in the required, maroon-sanctioned robes of the court. Kingsley was keeping his head and showing a cool and calm face as one would expect with a parent scolding their child. Parkinson was the child, red in the face while making his point heard all over Britain. Behind him were what was remaining of the "dark faction", most were widowers or eldest sons that inherited the titles of the lord of their family through their Death Eater family member. Many of the young on this side were hesitant to be there but had no clue where else to go, they felt they would just be shunned if they turned to the 'light' but if they stayed in the 'dark', they would be playing a losing game. 

 "Magic must be preserved! There are limited solutions to how we can solve our dwindling population. It must be done every one of magic must marry and conceive to bring along the next generation. We have to make up for all that was lost from the wars!"

 "Forcing people to go along with your old ways is no way to solve that! People should have the choice of deciding who they are to marry and not be forced to make such decisions because it is required! We just survived a war for Merlin's sake, you will not force your ideals onto the people of Magical Britain!"

 "My beliefs aside there is not much else that can be done to solve the dwindling numbers of our community. Family lines are going to go dead if not done. Magic that comes from witches or wizards like Hailey Potter must be passed on to ensure our future!"

 "I advise you to keep our savior out of this! She has done enough for us, and we cannot expect her to do more! Especially to take part in such a farce of law!"

"Who else but she can lead us, who else but her can help make future generations? Her parents were exceptional in power, they got married and produced an heir of the highest caliber! Imagine what children she could produce with the right wizard! That child then can ensure that magic lives on!" 

 "I'm afraid~", a goblin, Griphook, that represented Gringotts had piped up. Might as well tell the fool why even if the law were to get miraculously passed, there was no chance they would be able to pair off Hailey Potter. "Even If you were to pass that 'law' Miss Potter would not fall into that jurisdiction."

 "Make your reason known! Why would she not?!", this can't happen Lucius was willing to overlook all the money that Parkinson owed him if he was able to become Minister or at least get the law passed. If he can't, he could wish his already crumbling estate goodbye. The Parkinsons owe the Malfoys more money than they have in their vaults, if he didn't win the election or get the law passed his family will have to give up their titles and vaults. Even then it wouldn't be enough to cover everything, and the Parkinson family would become magic-bound servants to pay off whatever was left. Griphook sneered at the desperation that the wizard was oozing, hysteria was also making itself known.

"To simply put, Hailey Potter is no longer eligible to become a bride to anyone. She has been bonded and mated for quite a few months now. Strange how you wizards only care for her condition and status when she could be used in your favor.", a string of gasps was let out through the courtroom. Mated?! But mating would imply that their savior had bonded with a creature! Mostly out of surprise from the 'light' side. Though there were a few young lords distressed about losing a chance with Lady Potter.

 "How dare you speak such lies! A respectable witch would never stoop so low as to 'mate'-", this was possibly worse than he could imagine. The reason why the 'dark' section was so against mating was that a mating bond meant that even if one-half of the pair was killed the other half would never want anyone else. They would only ever want their 'mate'. There was no way of conning a respectable witch to marry a proper wizard after killing off her 'mate'. The same as luring back a proper wizard to marry a respectable witch. If the mating case is true, he was so screwed. No, he cannot accept this. He was about to voice as such but was cut off by his competitor.

 "TAKE CARE OF HOW YOU SPEAK!! Mating has been an honored ritual for creatures that have for too long been seen as nothing of importance by like-minded individuals such as yourself! In case you are suffering from some sort of obliviating spell, allow me to remind you of how the Dark Lord was able to pull so many 'dark' creatures into his clutches.", Kingsley was often disgusted by how his kind would treat a mating bond. To him you marry/bond/mate to whoever you loved, the dark section believed that marriage was simply a tool to be used to better your family who cares about what feelings happen between the pair as long as an heir can be produced to carry the line. It was also due to the constant fear of what they couldn't understand that made them orchestrate creatures. The creatures there to represent their kind turned from sneering at Parkinson to showing mildly impressed faces towards Kingsley.

 "He lured them with power, that's all those foul-", Parkinson did not get to finish as he had to duck a spell shot from the light section. Ginny Weasley had to rub her shoulder as her mother had smacked it but shared a silent high-five with her brothers. It caused Aurors to chuckle and not even attempt to look for the culprit and glare at the ones that tried to step forward to look. Parkinson sent a glare and waved them off. He looked pointedly at Kingsley to get on with it.

 "He promised them equality, he promised the creatures that they and their mates would never have to fear of being hunted, separated, or used! Our world did everything to oppress those poor creatures and that's exactly what caused them to go over to him. We constantly talk of hiding from muggles because of how they treated us for being different than them, for having abilities that they did not possess, and because we had different traditions than they did.", how dare this little upstart bring muggles into this and how dare he compare their ancestors' pain to that of some lowly creature!

"THEY BURNED US AT THE STAKE THOSE CREATURES SHOULD BE THANKFUL!!", people were sure that if there weren't wards to prevent outsiders from listening, Diagon Alley would be hearing the screaming match.

"THANKFUL FOR US DOING THE EXACT SAME THING AS TO WHAT THE MUGGLES DID TO US !??!", many gasps occurred again at the revelation.

 "WE SHOULD HAVE BANDED TOGETHER TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD BUT INSTEAD WE DID AS THE MUGGLES DID TO US PERHAPS EVEN WORSE. We gave them a glimmer of hope that we could all coexist peacefully after evading the muggles, only for us to stomp on it and give them a stack of laws to limit them. We need to change; we have stayed the same for far too long and if it doesn't, I fear that we will just be repeating the same miserable pattern."

 "Be that as it may a creature mating with our savior could have no possible fruitful outcome, tell us Goblin what is the status of the supposed mate of Hailey Potter?", even if she is mated what matters if the young Malfoy provides her an heir, though the heir will not be widely accepted as it will not be made from marriage vows. He just needs to know if the creature is a weak one, but knowing Potter there is no chance that the fates would deem a weakling worthy of her.

 " A vampire.", Griphook replied. You could hear a pin drop in the room from how quiet it became and all of a sudden movement came to a large boom.

 "VAMPIRE!!!", it was as if the courtroom had spoken as a unit. Yells, whispers, and murmurs were taking up the courtroom. It was becoming too much until Amelia Bones rose with her wand to her neck casting a sonorous spell.

 "ORDER, WE WILL HAVE ORDER", it started to quiet down then Amelia asked respectfully to the goblin which did earn her a respected look. "Master Teller, is there anything about the state of Hailey Potter that should be known to this court?", the court did not need to know that Miss Potter had moved to America most likely in alignment with her magic to find her mate, even if unknowingly.

 "As it is I have already delivered information that this court has no business of knowing Miss Potter has done enough for this world, how she spends her days is her business.", he said with a slight sneer towards the 'dark' fraction. He had no clue why wizards insisted to label things. Parkinson seemed to have snapped out of his daze and started demanding answers and swaying some to his side.

 "HOW ARE WE TO GAIN ANOTHER HERO IF OUR SAVIOR CAN NOT PRODUCE AN HEIR ??!!", some gaped at his audacity to try and use their savior, but a few sheep could not help but murmur agreement. The Weasley boys in attendance had a look of fury on their faces and Ginny looked ready to claw his eyes out. Kingsley went to calm the masses.

 "That is not an issue whatsoever-", he was interrupted by one of the neutral lords.

 "I am sorry Kingsley, but it does pose a problem. What will become of the Potter and Black titles? Surely Miss Potter will want to hand them down one day? She often spoke of having a family and being with a vampire leaves very little chance of that happening. I even dare say that it's not even allowed.", he had the sense to look bothered by what he was saying but it was true, it was currently against the law to produce a halfling. And those that were produced were mistreated, it was no way to treat the offspring of their hero. Kingsley didn't waste time making a case. Hailey needed the law to be passed, those boys are everything to her.

 "Not if we change the laws! Who are we to say that a woman must rid herself of her child just because we fear the unknown? If we banish those laws, we can ensure that Miss Potter has at least one less thing to worry about when concerning making her family. We owe her that much.", the members of the jury looked side to side with each other before Amelia Bones came to stand and with her a piece of parchment to say which laws will be instated. Before she could say anything there was a change that no one was expecting to come from the courtroom that day. Nearly every newly appointed Lord and Ladies had moved from the 'dark' section to the neutral, it seemed Kingsley's words encouraged some change. Widows were looking at the young nobles in betrayal, but they refused to budge, it was time for a change. Their fathers and mothers had paid the price for their ways in no way were they to try and follow the same path.

 "We, the Wizengamont, do declare that halflings no longer are a forbidden race so we say it so mote it be. We do declare that laws over all creatures will be reevaluated to ensure tranquility, so we say it so mote it be. We do declare that bonding and mating are on the equivalence of marriage, so we say it so mote it be.", the scene was that of utter tranquility as magic had registered it and let the room give off a faint white glow until Parkinson disrupted it by crashing the courtroom doors open. At that, the order had joined together each silently cheering for the victory. No one had noticed that a beetle had flown out of the courtroom, they wouldn't have a clue until the next morning.

 Arthur was eating breakfast with his family and enjoying the chatter going around. The children wanted to head to America to inform Hailey of the wonderful news but as he was drinking his coffee, he read the Prophet. He spurted the contents out to the side and his family looked up at him in surprise and then shock at his next words. "THAT BLOODY SKEETER, JUST WHO THE HELL DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?!!", he said in a rage, it was very rare to see the Weasley Patriarch this upset.

 "Arthur!", Molly was about to ask what in merlin was wrong when he turned the paper around for the whole family to see the headline.

" SAVIOUR OFF THE MARKET?", the men of the family looked at the paper with fury as the women decided to read it despite being engulfed in rage. ' You heard it here my faithful readers it would seem Lady Potter is no longer on the market; it would seem that she was not swept off her feet like any respectable lady, but she had instead eloped and with a creature no less! This just in Lady Potter has been deemed mated to not just any sort of creature, but a dark one! A vampire! What does this entail for the future of the Wizarding World? It would have been deemed that Lady Potter is not allowed to have children with her mate, however, the Wizengmont wouldn't dare go against Lady Potter. Sources say, "I for one think it's blasphemous, a respectable Lady should be wed to a wizard, not some creature!" Others, " Love is love, it does not matter who or what they are as long as both are consensual and hold love for each other there is nothing wrong with the relationship presented, we owe it to Lady Potter to let her live as she wants." The wizarding world will be split but what side is correct, read more to find out!" At the bottom of the page is what also got the family's vision to be tinted with blood, "Read more on Page 4 to know about the scandalous history of Lady Potter with Heir Malfoy", that bloody Skeeter!! Arthur was trembling with rage that it was decided that Percy would be the one to read that section as he was very begrudgingly the only levelheaded one in the room. He read out loud with venom lacing his words, it surprised his family to hear him so upset, but then again this was their honorary sister and daughter.

"Lord Malfoy has recently come out with a statement regarding the ordeal over Lady Potter's new marital status, "It is completely inappropriate as she and my son, Draco, were to be wed in this year's time. They had an official courtship during their last few years at Hogwarts, how else do you explain Draco's willingness to risk his own life to help her? Draco is, of course, refuting to hide his pain over her leaving him for some eternal creature.", does Lord Malfoy speak the truth, this reporter will find out, whatever it takes we shall know the true Lady Potter.", in his head, Percy had come up with at least seven different ways of how to rid the Malfoy family of their lord, how dare that foul upstart to speak such lies about their sister. Anyone with half a brain should know that there is absolutely no chance that Malfoy and Hailey could feel anything than friendship toward each other. And bloody Skeeter! What right does that woman have to display Hailey's business out to the public and try to paint her as some Scarlett woman?! This would not do, they had to move it was due time for a visit, they hadn't seen their family members in nearly two months. Perfect time to kill two birds with the stone, or something along those lines. The family started conversing over the next steps of what to do not knowing that there was an eavesdropping charm that was placed on Arthur by the one and only... Perseus Parkinson.

~End Flashback~

When the family arrived, they were met with growling and surprised yelps before the magicals of the house came down to calm the situation. Apparently, Hailey had decided to house some...hybrids? And they finally got to meet the man that had knocked up their precious Hailey. At this thought passing through the family's head, Stefan felt a chill go up his spine. He looked to his new brothers to see them all grinning in an understanding of what had to be done with Stefan. Hailey had a lot of brothers; it came with the territory to get the shovel talk.

"So... you're Stefan?", Bill had asked once all the men had managed to drag him into a parlor room, pretty easy since Hailey was so excited to see the girls and they all decided to take a quick shopping trip with some coaxing from Fleur and Rebecca it was almost scary. Bill, along with the other Weasley men were intimidating. Along with what he's heard from his wife, they were not people to trifle with, Bill worked with ancient, nearly unhealable curses. Charlie worked with Dragons and had a very large build. Percy reminded him somewhat of Elijah, but he knew while he could be made an ally would likely not hesitate in causing harm. The twins very much reminded him of his new older brother Kol, the manic gleam in their eyes worried him. He was hoping to get some sort of protection from Ron or Remus, but they were leaning on the back wall with their arms crossed, an amused grins plastered on their faces, along with Arthur, the brood's father. He was shocked when Billy got rid of his grim face and placed a smirk on. He put his arm around Stefan's shoulders and led him to the one couch in the room. "Listen, mate, I have a creature beloved as well. I know that you would never EVER try to hurt Hailey willingly. Right?", the rest of the brood followed Bill's example of leaving their tense stances.

"I would rather scarf down vervain in sunlight than ever try to hurt Hailey.", Stefan stated in a no-nonsense kind of tone. The family looked pleased with his answer. They knew that a creature bond was sacred and that giving a shovel talk to Stefan would be disrespectful, especially as he was a vampire.

"And we know that, listen Hailey is the most wonderful girl we know. And we are not the only ones to notice this. What we want you to understand is that where we're from she is highly sought after not only for her looks but also for her high standing, we need to know if you are willing to do whatever it takes to keep her happy with you. She would do the same. Even if it means some blood on your hands.", Stefan felt his vampire rage over his mate being lusted after and wanted to shred anybody who dared to want to use her.

"I am hers just as she is mine, anybody that tries to take her will know that. I have no regrets in having to get my hands dirty over someone who dared to try and do so.", he was barely keeping the growling and hissing from his voice. He was met with warm smiles, the brood parted away as their Father came to shake Stefan's hand.

"Welcome to the family, son.", a golden glow emitted from their hands similar to what he remembered happened when Hailey and Klaus made those vows. He felt warm and oddly giddy. His brothers had busted in, and he was surprised to see Elijah and Finn holding his sons who were fussing and trying to squirm toward him, despite being two months old and told that they would age like normal kids he still felt his boys were growing too fast.

"My look how big they've gotten! I can see Hailey here and there, especially in Cedar. But Caelan definitely takes after his father.", Stefan went to his brothers as the panicked look on their faces was growing. He took the boys, and they stopped fussing. They must have just wanted him as their mommy had been taken hostage by her sisters. Stefan looked around to notice that the family was looking at him handle the boys. They all looked mildly proud and silently awed at the adorable picture Stefan made. Some of the Hybrids had decided to peek in and Stefan gave them a small smile. Stefan took in how much his family has grown, for so long he had felt so lonely. His only family hated him and there was no way for him to create his own. Since Hailey, he has never felt so complete. Every time he thinks of how she had unknowingly brought peace to his life he fills with warmth. She and he had certainly created a large family.
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Unfortunately, unwanted forces were brewing. Parkinson had been able to get a lock in where the Weasleys had portkeyed. He was not going to leave this foul country until Potter became wed to Draco! He had brought Lucius along to assure it. Lucius, as a lord had forced Draco to stay locked in Malfoy Manor to stop him from interfering, the brat should be thankful for their dedication to providing him with a worthy bride. Narcissa while reluctant, stayed to watch Draco to ensure he wouldn't try to pull anything. Potter should be thankful that a pureblooded family was willing to take her in despite her foul half-blood status. Her father was a sore point to many of the wizards in their faction, he was a highly sought-after pureblood. Even Parkinson's wife had sent him a marriage contract only for her and others as well to take a hit in their pride when he decided to court a mudblood. The memories this brought were certainly taking hits to his pride. All they needed to do was lay low and perhaps imperious Potter to leave that creature for a proper wizard, such as Draco. They were discussing what exactly they should do when they were approached by some muggle, how she noticed them is unknown as they had placed 'Notice Me Not' spells. She had pale skin and hair that made Parkinson believe that she would have done well in impersonating a Malfoy.

"I believe gentleman that we both have a similar goal. I cannot do my noble work with the witch you want here, and you wish to take her away, shall we talk more in private?", she piqued their interest. Esther smiled sinisterly, as soon as that freak of nature left, she would be free to carry out as nature intended.

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They were not the only unwanted visitors, but another made herself known. Stefan decided that the boys should get a little outing and it was always amusing to see how people reacted to his usual cool facade brother's break face when his sons decided to look at them. He was enjoying his time at the park with everyone, Hailey had texted him saying that they would head over as soon as possible, and Rebekka had gotten the boys some clothes that she wanted to do a miniature photoshoot since they were at the park. His brothers went to go pick up the girls and they headed towards a very open field park. He chuckled and looked over to his brother in laws having tummy time with the boys on a wool blanket that they brought. When he suddenly felt arms wrapped around his neck, he didn't smell Hailey or even hear her yet, he thrust himself away from the offending appendages to see Elena looking at him with an amused surprised look on her face. But it soon turned to confusion as Stefan glared at her and decided to walk away from her and more towards his family. She grabbed his wrist and was soon pushed away, "I think I've told you before Elena, stop acting like we're together and just stay away from me!". Soon her doe-like expression turned to a very familiar one, a smirk that only screamed bad intentions. He sighed in annoyance, "Katherine.", she just fluttered her eyes as she looked over at him with appreciating gazes. He felt creeped out but Katherine either didn't care or didn't notice.

"Finally ditched my good girl self, Stefan?", she said as she tried to interlock their arms but was once again pushed off, she looked at Stefan with a pout. He sighed and looked over to his in-laws who were looking on and noticed his uncomfortable stance. Ron pulled out his phone and silently shot a text to his sisters. He had been told stories about this woman; it was people like her that made his mother equally protective of her sons as she was of her daughters. Women who knew better but still decide to seduce (take advantage) a younger man and use him, despite him being naive and young. Katherine Pierce was that and so much worse as she was a vampire and controlled Stefan, who at the time was still fairly young. He and his brothers looked at each other and knew this could get messy so they put a few wards to drive the muggles away from the park along with a few silent wards to not draw attention. Katherine was too busy eating Stefan with her eyes to notice the humans leaving the park.

"I did and I'm already taken. I'm making sure to stay away from manipulative doppelgangers.", Katherine looked at Stefan with a longing look, but she pushed it down she needed him to spare some information about the Originals, last she heard from one of her hybrid spies (they gave her information to lure her back) they were in New Orleans. But it would be nice if Stefan wanted a little reward for such valuable information, he certainly had gotten more attractive. He bulked up quite a bit and had a new mature aura around him, but she couldn't help but notice something was off, but she brushed it off. What could he have done that she hadn't already seen?

"I'm not here to fight I just want to talk...but if you want, we could do a little something after.", she said in what was supposed to sound like a sultry voice but to Stefan, it was like nails against a chalkboard. She made another move to try and lean on him when she was suddenly pinned down to the ground. Stefan had gotten tired of her advances and his in-laws were moving to come help, hopefully, they got something strong enough to tie up a vampire. Katherine was surprised that Stefan was able to keep her pinned down despite being older than him. She then felt a searing pain, she looked up to see some redhead pointing a stick at her, and a rope was coming out of it, every time she tried to break it, it would just get tighter and tighter. She heard a car approaching and was ready to turn on the waterworks and scream only to be petrified at who came out. She saw the entire family of Originals leave the vehicle. Then she noticed HER. A girl that had a beauty so unearthly that screamed she wasn't human, Katherine felt fury and jealousy grip her heart as the black-haired beauty ran to HER Stefan and started coddling him, she felt despair as she noticed Stefan melt in her touch with some rugrats with him. What the hell was going on?!

Niklaus looked down at Katherine as his brothers took hold of her, he looked to Stefan who was holding Hailey close to him along with the boys. Katerina had much to answer for, escaping him was already punishable by death. But to have used her powers to take advantage of his then-human brother was disgusting. He felt immense anger as she was throwing glares at his sister-in-law, they already had to deal with Elena. She was only safe because she was useful, but Katherine was of absolutely no use and therefore totally disposable. He and his brothers took satisfaction as Katerina finally had a look of horror done her face. His hybrids did good work acting as double agents. He gripped her face painfully and spoke with his voice laced with venom, "Hello Katerina, we have a lot to catch up on."

Chapter 16

Immortal Dilemmas

The first feeling that came to him once he awoke, other than his hunger, was anger. The first thing he actually had consciousness of hearing in nine hundred years was his brothers voice. He had sped towards his brother once he made an unceremonious fall from his coffin but was stopped when he started registering a very familiar scent. A scent he had thought was taken away by his brother long ago, a scent so oaky and of grounded herbs. Sage, he was about to speak but was cutoff when his brother decided to shove some sort of bag into his mouth. His initial reaction is to bite down as he did he was finally fed part of him was disgusted by how easily sated his vampire was because of blood. But the other part was happy to get rid of the constant burn and ache he had been feeling. He drained the bag of its contents, his throat was still burning, and he was about to speak but once again it seemed as his younger brother was determined to force feed him. It seemed that their sister was also force feeding their other brothers while his Sage looked on.

He was sat down on a strange leather bound couch and looked up expecting to see the usual superior smirk that rested on Klaus’s face. He was mildly surprised to see Klaus look upon them with a look of concern and cautiousness. From his mother’s constant muttering of how his siblings were monsters and becoming worse he expected Klaus to have turned his humanity off permanently. Klaus leaned down to examine his eldest brother which caused Finn to question what Klaus was looking for. “Well, big brother, I’m just trying to estimate how many more bags I’ll have to feed you in order for your skin to regain color.”, out of instinct Finn looked down to his hand and Klaus was correct. Finn barely had any color to his flesh. Nine hundred years without any nourishment, it was definitely going to take a while for Finn to be considered a healthy vampire. He looked back up back to Klaus with a glare to snap at him, to berate him, to insult him, and generally just say anything to get back at his brother for confinement of the last millennia. But he stopped before he could even start as his brother had a look of remorse on his face while examining his form, an emotion Finn had been sure that he would only ever see from his brother when he was human.

What in the world? His mother had stated that his brother had become the ultimate monster. He had heard from her that Niklaus had broken the bindings on him. But instead of being more monstrous if anything this is the most human he had ever seen his brother since their early years of vampirism. He looked over his brother questionably as if Klaus was a puzzle that needed solving. Klaus ignored the looks and focused more on feeding his brother, Finn was so lost in thought that he just drank whatever Klaus was giving him. Klaus knew in Rebekah’s eyes that he would need to talk to Elijah first but Finn was the first of his brothers and they had a very strained relationship.

He had talked to Sage beforehand and asked her, for the sake of his brother, if she could stay at the mansion for however long Finn would need. She of course agreed, but she had questioned Klaus, she never got to really know Klaus other than what Finn would tell her. Why now, why did Klaus decide to awaken his brother, her love, after nine hundred years? Why had he done so in the first place? From that she finally got both sides of the story. How after Klaus had found out that he felt that he wasn’t true brother, just the bastard that his siblings had to put up with for all eternity, he felt he needed control in order to not lose the only family he could have. How, Finn spoke of their family being abominations made him feel as if he was trying to abandon them. He couldn’t bear the thought of his eldest brother, any of his siblings, trying to find a way to end things.

He went about it wrong he knew that but Sage know knew. She knew that while he was trying to undo the curse to unlock what was wrongly taken away, he also did it in order to be strong enough to fend off Mikael. She asked why was he so being so open with her and why wasn’t he discussing this with his sister or pet Salvatore. “Because you are the most important person in the world to my brother. And you deserve to know you in-laws a bit better. My brother had grieved the loss of our humanity but with you it seemed that you were able to lift that burden. If anyone has any say in what should occur with Finn you should have some input as well. My sister didn’t have a strong bond with Finn so I’m afraid the only thing she knew was his love life. And I’m afraid my little brother, Stefan doesn’t exactly have the best relations with his own brother, but who could blame him.”, he ended with a smirk but Sage could see the anxiety rising in the hybrids eyes. With that she agreed that the first conversation he would need to have would have to be with Finn.

She came over to them and shared a tentative smile with Klaus. Finn looked shocked at how they were interacting. She gave Finn a kiss and hand squeeze. She knew if she didn’t coax him, he would never just talk with Klaus. She knew how important family was to Finn, if she could help she will. “Finn, I’m so happy to see you.”, Finn was elated to feel Sage with him. But his mother…why would she lie and say that Klaus had murdered Sage. She saw that he was in thought but they needed this conversation now, he needed to know. “Finn, we need to get you back to full health. But most importantly…you have a conversation with your brother that is long overdue.”, he looked shocked that she would say so. But he knew Sage was right and with her being alive did raise questions. If his mother had been willing to lie about Sage what else could she have lied about?

She left them to have some sense of privacy. He wordlessly gave his brother modern clothing to change into, perks to being a vampire changing doesn’t take long. Klaus had pulled a dining room chair for sit in and gestured for him to sit down. He did and noticed his brother had a smaller version of shears in his hand along with some sort of metal tool in his hand. “What is this for Niklaus?”, he couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed Finn but it’s no longer common for men to have hair at this length.”, he had noticed Klaus’s hair being short. Such a strange thing to see. But they were to be talking why was his brother offering to cut his hair? He continued to stay still, might as well get it done with.

“I’m sorry…for everything. I’m not sure how I’ll ever make it up to you but I want you to know that.”, his brother apologizing? Something was amiss, since them turning Klaus had apologized very rarely. At most he would only see he did wrong two times before Finn had been daggered, he has no clue if Klaus even apologizes anymore. He could hear their siblings stopping in their tracks at Niklaus’s words.

“You’ll have to be more precise Niklaus. There are many grievances between us.”, he couldn’t help but say so in a clipped tone. He was again shocked when Niklaus had flinched at his response. That was not…Niklaus had only ever done so when they were human…and only when he was with father. What had happened to his brother? He could hear his siblings and Sage waiting for them at the other end of the grand house.

“I’m sorry that you had to put up with me for a century. I’m sorry that I had you daggered for nine centuries. I’m sorry that I’ve been such a terrible brother to you that you would readily believe that I had murdered the one person you wanted to live for. I’m sorry that you have me, a bastard, for a brother.”, Klaus had did it. He finally said to his eldest brother his biggest concern. He could feel his eyes getting misty but he blinked it away before his brother could see him in such a state. When he found out he was a result of his mother’s affair his reaction to everything was in fear. What if his siblings were to decide that as a bastard he had no right to call them his brothers and sister. He was afraid he would be abandoned and left alone.

“Niklaus! I may be furious at you for having me locked away for centuries but I would never be angry with you for having a different father. We were raised together, we played together, but it would seem that was out of the situation when I had dared disobeyed you!”, he never thought that Nik would have these thoughts. He always seemed so carefree and headstrong. Never for a moment did he believe that Niklaus was not his brother. He had already lost their youngest brother, he didn’t want to lose another over petty thoughts. But it still hadn’t excused that just because he felt differently on their curse that Klaus could just lock him away. He held his brother’s gaze when he looked up to meet them with a look of…disbelief? He was so caught up in their conversation he and Klaus didn’t take in that their siblings had stopped talking to listen in.

“You think I had you daggered for nine hundred years because you disobeyed me?! Finn, you had constantly gone on about us being abominations, about our family being monsters. I saw, I saw that everyday you dreaded still being alive. With Sage you got better. But then she disappeared, it was like we were starting to just get you back and then we started to lose you again. And I couldn’t bear it any longer! We already had lost so much family. Henrik, I still cry every year and reminisce him in the season of his death. Mother, her death will forever be on my head she was supposed to protect us but she never batted an eye when father raised a hand or whip to any of us. Then she sealed away what was essentially apart of my soul, Finn! And Mikael, I understand his need to kill me! I am the bastard of his wife that he was forced to raise! But the man who raised us, the man we called father he hunted us. We lost so much Finn, we couldn’t lose you as well, no matter how much you hate me, please don’t abandon them, please don’t try to abandon our family again.”, Klaus couldn’t hold back his tears any longer, he tried to take in shacky breaths to calm himself. While Finn got lost in thought, had his pain really been that visible and had it really hurt his siblings to such an extent. Niklaus may be a manipulative person but he would never make himself display that he was vulnerable. It was as if in the first time nine hundred years he was seeing his little brother again, without any of his armor. He sped to Klaus and felt him tense when he had gripped his shoulders. He brushed off the hurt he felt and met Klaus’s gaze. All this time he thought he was saving their souls and speaking the truth. He had hurt his family enough, he was done listening to mother.

“Niklaus, look at me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for never seeing that I wasn’t the only one suffering. I’m the eldest yet I was never able to protect my younger siblings. I’m sorry for making you feel that I was abandoning you. I’m sorry that I left you to suffer on your own. But most of all I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder, to show you that even though we don’t share total parentage that doesn’t make you any less of my brother. I was there for your first smile, first words, first steps, and all your other first. You are my brother and I swear by the family name that I will try harder. I won’t abandon our family again.”, he next had done something that he hadn’t done since Niklaus was a child, he brought him in for a hug. It took a moment but eventually Klaus returned it and used Finn’s shoulder to quiet his relieved sobs. He felt Finn rubbing his back and used it to comfort himself to stop. When he stopped crying he lifted his head to avoid his brother’s eyes. He hadn’t cried in front of anyone in the last five hundred years.

“Can we keep it in the house that you had to comfort me and that I actually can feel sadness?”, he asked with a joking voice. His brother just rolled his eyes fondly. Then the moment was broken when the rest of his siblings decided that their one on one time was up. Elijah had heard everything and looked proud of his brothers, so did Rebekah. When he met Kol’s gaze he could see some anger but he gave him a tentative smile. Klaus didn’t know it but at his reconciliation with Finn had definitely strengthened their family bonds. He met eyes with Rebekah and she gave him a nod, hopefully his brothers won’t find current events too…strange. He gave one back and she took out her phone to send a text.

“Now I believe it be time for my brothers to get caught up with the times.”, Klaus said after clearing his throat and ignoring the heat he felt in his cheeks.

“The doppelgänger, Elena, is she proving to be trouble?”, Elijah as usual got straight to the usual root of the problem.

“Another doppelgänger? I had thought Katerina was the last of her line?”, Kol had remembered how infuriated Klaus had been. It was the first time he felt anger towards Elijah and remorse for Klaus.

“As it turns out brother she had a child out of wedlock before we met her. But the latest one has been a quite prominent thorn in my behind.”, Klaus said with an irritated growl in his voice. Elijah looked at his brother curiously. But Rebekah wanted to share the good news first.

“While you lot were indisposed Klaus and I added a few members to the family.”, she said with a very large smile.

“Few members?”, Finn couldn’t help but repeat. His brothers looked as curious as he did.

“Yes brother, you see as an alpha of my pack I felt that they became more to me than just some subjects. And of course there is Stefan.”, his brothers could understand the pack bit, werewolves were family oriented. But to Finn and Kol they wondered who Stefan was. For Elijah he almost let his calm mask fall at the mention of the younger Salvatore.

“The younger Salvatore? I had thought with his relationship with Elena he would be against you.”, Elijah remembered that he along with Damon would stop at nothing to protect Elena. Honestly, was quite annoying at times.

“Salvatore?”, Finn wondered what was his family’s history with them. It would seem only him and Kol were out of the loop.

“Katerina shared many qualities with Tatia including juggling brothers. I’m afraid that she made them immortal but luckily the younger was never actually attracted to her, Stefan.”, Klaus let anger seep into his tone. Katerina would have hell to pay for daring to take advantage of his little brother.

“Anyone that holds disdain towards that tart already earns a few points in my eyes.”, Kol never gave Katherine the time of day even though she had tried to gain his attention multiple times. He could always see a glimmer in her eyes of greed and if it wasn’t for Klaus he would have killed her when she kept insisting in her advances.

“Yes, the fact he could see past the blinds similar to what Tatia did is indeed a better man.”, Finn may not have shown it but he was protective of his younger brothers. Once he learned that some girl had dared to pin his brothers against each other for her affection he had wanted to drown her in the creek.

“Well, I took him under my wing and we have a new younger brother. Congratulations Kol.”, Klaus said with a smirk. He wasn’t disappointed with Kol’s reaction. Finn was twenty-seven, Elijah was twenty-four, Klaus was twenty, Kol was eighteen, and Rebekah was seventeen. After Henrik, Kol had become the baby boy of the family they were fiercely protective of.

“IM NOT THE BABY ANYMORE!! YES!”, Kol couldn’t help but shout. His siblings chuckled at his antics.

“I must say this is while delightful news is a big surprise.”, Elijah said once Kol settled.

“Let’s all sit down there is more you lot need to know about has transpired.”, he went on to explain his and Stefan’s history. He explained how Stefan was left to fend for himself against an emotional manipulative girl and how Damon was no help. His brothers burned in anger at Damon just ignoring his brother in obvious distress just to benefit himself. He gotten up to recent events like how the pack would help in finally dealing with Mikael when Rebekah got a text back.

“Why is that strange rectangle making a noise, sister?”, Finn is going to need a looong lesson in history. But it won’t take long, they do have forever.

“It notifies me when a message is ready to be read, Finn. No need for messengers anymore with these.” Rebekah calmly explained while showing him and opening her camera to show the other things it could do. He jumped a little but examined it.

“Man kind has truly evolved.”, Finn always thought it strange the new things humans would make but they always seem to follow a pattern. Rebekah took her phone back when it looked like her brother wanted to break it open to see the inside. She turned to Klaus after responding.

“Yes it has, Nik he said that he’ll be over as soon as he can.”, they thought it best to introduce them now before anyone else in Mystic Falls.

“Who? Stefan?”, Elijah hoped he guessed it right. He was inquisitive and wanted to know the full story of why Stefan had decided to switch loyalties.

“Yes, you see brothers other than Stefan sharing a bond with I, he has achieved something thought to be impossible…but first I must explain our recent discoveries.”, in order to explain their story Klaus has to explain the history of Hailey’s kind.

“Discoveries?”, Finn had always been the one to want to make discoveries and to have creations of his own. While Nik had painted, Finn had worked with wood and stones. He had made his siblings toys and had enjoyed it immensely at seeing their young faces light up.

“Yes, as it turns out there is another kind of magic users. A whole secret society and world filled with magic and they use wands!”, Klaus said flamboyantly. His siblings could see that his eyes light up at the sound of a world were they would be considered normal. But Kol’s eye’s sharpened at Klaus’s description, it couldn’t be.

“Wand wielders? But that’s not possible!”, Kol said in an awed tone.

“You don’t seem very shocked at this brother.”, Finn said while taking in his brother’s reaction. Kol was always the one that had a fondness for magic and witches.

“I knew of them but it can’t be! Human had hunted them out and burned them all! They’re extinct!”, as much as it pained Kol to say it was true. Wand wielders had been persecuted long ago and wiccans had been the ones to survive longer. But Klaus just shook his head to negate his brother’s thoughts, it brought some hope for Kol as he never got the chance to encounter a wand wielder.

“Not extinct more of endangered. They had gone into hiding, brother. And we have made a strong bond with them.”, Klaus said with a fond smile on thinking back about the new family in Mystic Falls. He handed Kol the items he had gotten from Hermione and Hailey.

“You have made allies with wand wielders?”, Kol was amazed even before they supposedly went into hiding wand wielders never had really communicated those outside of their community. The fact that Klaus made allies with them is astounding. He looked at the book and stick with awe.

“In a sense. I made a vow to them in our family name. You see a very powerful wand witch is Stefan’s mate, her name is Hailey.”, Klaus said with some pride in his voice.

“Mates? A witch and a vampire?! That’s impossible!”, Elijah said. Mates within the vampire race was rare enough as it is but an interracial mating bond was never heard of.

“Impossibility seems like a daily occurrence with Hailey Potter. As the mate of our youngest she is our sister-in-law. Which reminds me that I need to speak to a lawyer.”, Klaus said quoting his newest younger sister. Klaus had been doing some thinking and it would be best to have some lawful advice.

“For what Nik?”, Rebekah looked at her brother curiously as did the rest of their siblings.

“Just to see if it’d be possible to achieve an idea that’s been bouncing around my head.”, Klaus didn’t want to have the idea out and get everyone’s hopes up before they knew if they could actually achieve it. Kol wanted to get back on topic.

“I understand that her being a vampire’s mate is impossible but what else? You seem to be leaving something out.” Kol said looking over to his brother with inquisitive eyes, he truly did have an interest with magic. Just as he was about to answer the door bell ringed, no doubt Hailey’s doing.

“If you’ll follow me brothers to greet our guest you’ll see the other impossibility achieved.”, they all trailed Klaus in their vampiric speed. Sage had shown up to Finn’s side holding his hand also curious to see the impossible witch. When Klaus opened the door they were greeted to the sight of a beautiful young couple that had infants in tow. The girl had a beauty about her that could only be explained by her witch status. Her black hair made it seem her porcelain like skin and emerald eyes were glowing. The boy had a handsomeness to him and Sage could understand now why Damon had been so envious of his younger brother. His brown hair and tan skin made his eyes really stand out with their color of aqua. But the babies…

“Brothers and Sage meet the Potter-Salvatore’s. Hailey, Stefan, and of course nephews meet the rest of our family.”, Klaus said as he directed the happy family inside. He peeked over Hailey’s shoulder to smile down at the boys and they stared back at him with their adorable eyes wide. Sage, however, knew why the family is considered out of the norm.

“What? You have children but your so young?”, while not uncommon is was still a concern for Sage. What brought about the young witch to have children at such a young age. Finn didn’t understand Sage’s question.

“Is it no longer usual for someone of her age to not be wed and a mother?”, Finn said looking at everyone curiously. It was common for people as young as thirteen to be engaged as back then life expectancy was anyone’s guess.

“It hasn’t been common in the last century, but we are married.”, Stefan could understand Finn’s question. Back when he was human he would have had an engagement if it hadn’t been for the war despite his young age.

“Wait a minute…”, Kol got a closer look at the infants and at the couple. The scents, the similar features, but most importantly the bond.

“HOW?!!?”, Kol asked flabbergasted. His brothers did the same as him as they finally noticed what he had. It wasn’t possible! Klaus took maybe too much pleasure from seeing all their looks of shock. He went on to explain.

“Hailey and Stefan has truly done the remarkable. As a vampire and a witch they were able to produce offspring. Allow me to be the first to introduce Cedar and Caelan Potter-Salvatore. The impossible children made by the impossible mates.”, Klaus did not hide the pride or smugness from seeing his brothers and Sage do a fantastic impression of a gaping fish.

“It’s been my experience that impossibility is just another challenge.”, Hailey had to just add with an impish smile. Stefan shared it with her and put his arm over her shoulders. Bringing her closer and allowing him an easier way to look adoringly at his sons. It seemed that was enough to finally snap the others out of it.

“Children produced by a vampire? It not possible!”, Elijah couldn’t help but loose his usual calm composure. He had been awake the longest and had seen much more than his siblings. But a secret world and children from a vampire was just overwhelming.

“I’m afraid that your wrong on that, in my world it’s not as uncommon but it also helps that I’ve never been one to follow the norm.”, Hailey said with a smirk and looked to Stefan who also smirked at the end of her statement. Kol couldn’t help it any longer.

“If I may?”, Kol asked Hailey and Stefan. He stepped closer to them to peek at the children and held his hands out in question. Stefan let out a low growl at him but was quickly placated by Klaus and Hailey reminding him that this wasn’t a threat, this was family.

“Do you know how to hold him?”, Stefan answered and questioned. He sounded a bit strained but it was progress. A very valid question he thought, he wondered if the originals were ever able to hold a child during their vampiric years.

“Uhm…directions would be appreciated.”, Kol could feel his cheeks glow red in embarrassment. Stefan helped in showing him how to support Caelan. Kol couldn’t help but examine the new kind of hybrid. His brothers had flanked him and were as well looking over the baby.

“Amazing. Was your pregnancy similar to a normal one? Was it more painful?”, Sage asked while looking at the child that was still in Hailey’s arms, Cedar. Hailey answered with a smile. She handed Cedar to Klaus as she knew he had been secretly dying to hold the boys again.

“Thank you. My pregnancy was far from normal. My gestation was only for two and a half months. It was slightly painful as the twins are part vampire and they stronger than normal. And of course the biggest surprise was actually birthing twins.”, the vampires in the room were listening intently. They took turns asking questions which reminded Hailey of school children. But unknown to them a force was brewing, one so desperate and dark it was willing to do anything to rectify what it believed to have been a plague on this earth. A simple dream to a certain Wiccan left her message.

“Free me, dear one. Help me rise!”, the world was about to be greeted by an old spirit. One that would have to use force as her eldest was no longer of any use.

Chapter 12

Immortal Dilemmas

Total silence had filled the Mystic Grill, everyone in town knew that there was tension between the Mikaelsons plus Stefan and the gang. They were waiting for the eventual explosion that usually happens when both groups are in the same area. The occupants of the Mystic Grill couldn’t help but wonder what role the new girl could play especially with her undoubted closeness with the younger Salvatore. What history do the unknown immortal teens share? Klaus would like to believe that in a… complicated situation he’d be able to react appropriately. However, when walking in the Mystic Grill with his sister to try and talk with Stefan about recent news on Hailey Potter, it was announced by the UK government that she had helped in stopping the stream of terrorist attacks and would receive some sort of medal, he could only stand their and gawk at the scene. There sitting with a girl practically on his lap was his little brother, both holding infants. In his gawking he could see Stefan’s mate bond connection with the girl, and finally put Stefan’s description to match. Pale porcelain like skin, emerald green eyes, and ebony curly hair.

He’ll be first to admit that his little brother really scored in receiving such a beautiful mate from the deities. She’s physically young but Klaus can tell from the haunted look in her eyes that she is wiser than her years let on. The good he can make out from the situation that Ms.Potter seems to have missed Stefan as well. The bad is that the residents of Mystic Fall’s is making her greatly uncomfortable and if not rectified soon he may have to restrain a Feral Ripper Stefan. The confusing bit is…the infants. Before he could observe more his sister decided to drag him towards the mates. Stefan noticed them making their way and had some tension bleed out but he was still on edge with the ‘scooby’ gang being so close to his mate and sons.

He could feel his blood starting to boil as the leering looks were still being thrown at his wife. Though that does bring questions to mind that Stefan will have to bring up with Hailey, how do they explain their relationship and their kids to the Mystic Falls’s population? He knows that he wants everyone to know that nothing short of permanent death could separate them and he doesn’t want the town to spread rumors of the boys having a deadbeat dad. Stefan has no shame in displaying that Hailey is taken and that the babies that they were holding are their own. But he has no idea if Hailey wants to do the same, he can’t just be thoughtless they’ll have to discuss it and whatever they decide he’ll have to accept it. A small noise from Cedar jolts him out of his brooding, he was done eating and it seems his brother is too. He follows Hailey’s example in putting the bottles back and placing a rag on his shoulder. They adjust the babies and started to try and burp them, it took Stefan a little while longer as he was still very wary but is learning that his boys are a lot tougher than regular babies.

With the feeding done the Mikaelson siblings had appeared at the table by the time that Hailey had the boys strapped to her again. With both of her hands free and in clear display, many had taken notice that there was a ring on her finger. A very familiar ring…and on her wedding finger! Elena gasped in shock, finally breaking out of her jealous glaring. She remembered how protective Stefan was of his ring, she had once tried to ask to wear it to get a closer look but was ultimately shot down. She presumed the rejection at the time to be due to her not knowing about his vampirism and asking in daylight, but he was still very guarded and protective of his ring after her finding out. Why did this stranger have the privilege to touch it, to wear it, to be so close to Stefan?!? Stefan had been ignoring her for the last 2 months and it just made her want to regain his attention and keep it on her. She does have feelings for Damon but she didn’t want to choose, she couldn’t bear to lose either of them. Stefan made a slight face of annoyance at hearing Elena gasp, goodness what now? In Elena’s delusion she doesn’t realize that she has lost Stefan a while ago.

Rebekah was often envious of humans, they had the chance to have what she could possibly never gain, to settle down. She has had centuries to come to terms with it but it never stopped her from wanting a mate, never stopped her from looking at pregnant women or recent mothers enviously. Seeing the scene that the immortal couple made her slightly bitter but then ultimately confused. She, along with the other Originals, can make out the bond. Stefan had gushed about his mate often enough that she learned about their…coupling. The infants though were a living impossibility…their scent proved ,to any well trained creature, that Stefan’s mate was their mother. She eyed them one was in a dark blue printed suit onesie, no doubt Elijah would have enjoyed, and the other was in a black printed suit onesie. Both the babies and the mother we’re wearing a peculiar family crest. Without thinking she made her way towards them dragging Nik with her. She and Nik nearly tripped once close enough to the table as Stefan gave them a beaming smile, completely unbothered or shocked at the infants belonging to his mate. Her and Nik look towards each other before deciding to pull up some chairs to sit with the young couple, which increased the mumbling and stares. Stefan thought it best to introduce.

“Klaus, Rebekah, I’d like you to meet Hailey Potter. Hailey this is my brother and sister in all but blood Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson.”, he said bringing Hailey close to him again by wrapping an arm around her waist. She moved slightly to shake their hands and gave them a very warm smile. She offered her greetings and they responded but Rebekah had never been one for subtlety and patience.

“Hello and who are those two adorable bundles of joy with you Hailey?”, she asked. It was just killing the immortal with curiosity of just how the babies came to be, their mother’s first time was with a vampire, the time was very little to even consider that Stefan was possibly a father, but she smelled only of Hailey being intimate with him. All of this confused the hell out of her and she’s sure it confused Nik as well. Hailey bit her lip, she wasn’t sure how to introduce the boys and no doubt whatever she says here would spread like wildfire. But a small part of her mind made itself known, ‘Stake your claim! Announce to everyone that he is yours! YOUR husband, the father of YOUR children! Do it now, there are so many sending him lustful gazes, make it known that is all they could ever do!’. If she thought she was possessive of him when some desk clerk was sending him looks it doesn’t compare to seeing a whole herd of woman leering at him. She turned slightly to Stefan and saw the hopeful look and she hopes that he has the same train of thought as her. She took a deep breath and they both reached for each other’s hands in preparation of the incoming storm. She gave them a shy smile that ,much to Stefan’s chagrin and delight, caused many swoons.

“Well, these two are my sons. The one in the dark blue is Caelan Potter-Salvatore and in black is Cedar Potter-Salvatore.”, silence had reined as the whole grill was gawking. Everyone who pretended not to be listening intently had snapped their heads towards them. Other than the gang everyone had connected what she said. Stefan Salvatore, mystery of Mystic Falls, was a teen parent. Elena in particular had a look of fury on her face, how dare that girl make everyone confused on who her brats were sired by. But she was left gobsmacked when Stefan decided to add in something. She thought she would hear him clear up the confusion, that they were cousins or that the girl was some descendant of his, what he said filled her heart with anguish. Damon while instead of fury had a look of amusement but then it turned to a dark smirk as it brought opportunities.

“And before you say anything, yes I am their father. Me and Hailey had met last year when I was away for a couple of weeks in London. I…hadn’t thought of consequences and next thing we knew she was pregnant. You guys know that this was probably the only chance I was going to get to be a father and Hailey was in the same boat. The thing is where she’s from the higher ups wouldn’t allow her to keep a child that would be born into wedlock. They are a very traditional community. So while she was young they were more concerned about her not having a ring in her finger.”, he let the story and false information sink in. A century and a half had made him a pretty decent liar at least to humans. It may come back to bite him but they needed a human version of how they came to be married and with children. Klaus and Rebekah could hear his heartbeat so they know what parts were true and what wasn’t. So far all they knew was that the boys were definitely his, which itself was heads pinning. He hoped they were ready for the next little load of information.

“I only had known Hailey for a short time but me and her had become very good friends. I had no objection to marrying my best friend. We used my own ring as a wedding ring. The past year we’ve had to go through a bunch of paperwork. Our marriage is now seen by both our governments despite us being minors. We are both emancipated and the boys and Hailey are now registered citizens.”, it’s a botched story at best but it’s what he could come up with to ensure that no one questions them, at least for the meantime. Klaus and Rebekah both had looks of understanding but were still looking at the family in shock. The impossible was accomplished a vampire had procreated, it was a marvel nothing less than a miracle. Klaus couldn’t believe that his brother was married and would need a full story on that but children created from a vampire that was just a tale that needed it’s own book to explain. But he couldn’t help but grin at Stefan, his brother had a face of pure adoration. He looked over at the babies and just marveled at their existence, it made him chuckle in surprise but the smile never left. Rebekah couldn’t help but compare the boys to their parents. Caelan, if she recalled correctly, looked so much like Stefan. But she could see that he had his mother’s nose. Cedar looked more like his mom but that smile is uncannily Salvatore. She as well smiled and marveled at the newest Salvatore brothers.

Hailey noticed them smiling, she wouldn’t mind letting them hold the boys but with Stefan’s brother so close it felt better to have them close to her. She saw Rebekah had a look of yearning when looking at the boys and Klaus, while less intense, had it as well. Then she remembered, Klaus was apart of Stefan’s made family, the same Klaus that he said was the Original Hybrid?! And that would mean Rebekah is also an Original, it made her feel more secure around Damon then. Age plays a factor with a Vampires abilities, the older a vampire the more they are naturally strong the only case in which a younger vampire could overpower an elder is if they had trained hard and pushed their bodies to a degree that could not have been handled if they were human. She was now more at ease at her next action. “Would you like to hold them?”, both Originals look like kids that got caught with their hands in a cookie jar when they were caught staring. Stefan had a teasing grin on his face. Rebekah nodded enthusiastically but Klaus broke out of his stupor and was more hesitant and had a self-deprecating smile on.

“Uh…I’m not sure…babies have never really enjoyed my presence…and…what if I hurt him?”, Klaus had said the last bit in a broken voice that it had shocked his sister. But before she could comfort him, Stefan beat her to it by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Klaus the boys inherited a certain trait from us that makes it so they aren’t the usual kind of babies you meet. Trust me, you’ll be fine and they’ll love you. I trust you, you won’t hurt my boys. Not to mention I kind of want to get a picture of the boys being held by their uncle if you don’t mind.”, Stefan said sheepishly but with determination. Klaus eyes did not water but he had to blink some dust away. Stefan trusted him enough to hold the little miracles and by deities he was not going to cry about it. He nodded shakily. Hailey took Cedar and gently laid him in Rebekah’s waiting arms. Rebekah absolutely melted over him and fell in love when he opened his eyes to show he inherited them from his daddy. Cedar looked at the strange lady that was not his mommy, she felt safe and felt similar to his daddy. Hailey took Caelan and took a bit of a while to show Klaus how to properly hold him. Klaus was stiff as stone not wanting to disturb the bundle but froze when Caelan opened his eyes. He melted a bit when Caelan let out a coo and moved slightly to go more into the heat source. Caelan took in the man, he felt…in a lack of better words hurt but he was safe, Caelan wanted to get closer to the man in hopes to make him feel a bit better and he was warm like his favorite blanky. Caroline was shocked to see a smile bloom onto Klaus’s face, he had adorable dimples. The Originals were completely enamored with the boys that they didn’t notice Stefan taking out his phone and snapping pictures while holding Hailey close to him and sharing adoring smiles. The occupants of the Grill, save a certain group, sighed happily at the sight. Damon had enough of the mushy atmosphere.

“Leave it to you Stefan to get caught up in a shotgun marriage. Don’t worry brother I’m sure you and her can make some kind of deal of being allowed to see others. After all there is no way that she could be satisfied with you.”, the bubble the group made popped with Damon’s voice. He had a condescending smirk when approaching the table. If Damon was honest he was jealous of the scene, why the hell was Stefan getting everything?! Why was Stefan introducing Klaus as an uncle?! And why the hell is he letting some human girl trap him with some other guy’s kids?! The vampires of the table growled lowly at Damon but it didn’t deter him. Klaus and Rebekah held the boys closer to themselves and away from Damon. Stefan brought Hailey closer to him, they were all hoping this could have waited but leave it to Damon to have terrible timing. Hailey was gripping Stefan’s hand in hopes of sending the message of her being uncomfortable with his brother being closer to them.

“Just what are you trying to imply Damon and tread lightly of how you speak about my wife.”, Stefan had a very dark glare aimed to his brother. One remark about Hailey and Damon would be living without his eyes and tongue if Stefan had his way. Damon raised a eyebrow, Stefan was seriously committing. When Damon stepped closer to leer down at Hailey Stefan stood up ready to tear his brother’s head off witnesses be damned but calmed somewhat when Hailey stood up to hold onto his arm. She did not want the fist call she made to the ministry to be that her husband had gotten rightfully angry and exposed the supernatural to muggles.

“I’m just saying that eventually it’s going to end up being a loveless marriage and it’s better now to make a agreement about how to remain…satisfied. How about me new girl? Trust me, I could satisfy whatever Stefan neglected when those babies were made.”, Damon refuses to let Stefan have this charade play on. And if Stefan really cared for this girl and her brats might as well place doubts here and there that would make it fall apart. But what Damon didn’t expect was for his brother to snap and tackle him to the ground. Hailey stood shocked before she turned to the Originals in a panic. Klaus hurriedly handed her Caelan and went to go and separate the brothers. To humans it looked like an average brutal fight but if it escalated then they would notice large indents being made in human bodies that could not be explained.

Stefan had completely lost it when his brother offered himself to Hailey. His vampire was insulted and angry at Damon’s insinuating at him not pleasing his mate. But he was still in control and was fighting Damon in a way that appeared humanly but actually had the force that would have left a normal guy with his stomach across the room. Damon was shocked but focused back on the fight, he was trying to punch his brother anywhere he could but Stefan had the upper hand with more training and not relying solely on his super strength. It looked to the crowd that Stefan was just repeatedly punching Damon in the face while Damon was unsuccessful to punch him back. Elena had decided to intervene thinking that they were fighting over her and was yelling at Stefan to get off Damon. Stefan of course ignored her and kept going. Klaus had managed to come and pull Stefan away. Rebekah handed Hailey, Cedar when she noticed Damon getting up and trying to finish what he started and went to go and hold him back. But both were trying to get to the other in hopes of taking his brother down. The boys were feeling a lot of negative vibes and started crying.

That spurred their mother, to do something. She understands that Stefan’s vampire wouldn’t let Damon’s remark go unpunished but the boys were taking a toll off the negative energy. And she’ll be damned before she lets her mates brother continue to make her babies cry. “Stefan please!”, at the sound of her voice he stopped and looked to her, he looked down at the boys to see them crying. He stood straight and looked at his feet in shame, how could he let his family see him like this? He didn’t hear Hailey walking towards him so was shocked when he he saw her feet near his. He looked up expecting to see her face of disappointment but was relieved to see her looking at him in understanding and with a little concern. The boys calmed down when close to their father and sensed he was okay. She brushed a tender spot on his cheek, Damon got one good hit in.

“Are you okay?”, she asked with her hand still on his face. He looked to her then to their boys who were strapped back on to her, cuddled up to her chest. He placed his hand on top of hers that was still on his face and placed a lingering kiss to her lips. When he pulled back she was flushed but had a smile on. He looked over her shoulder to see Klaus and Rebekah handing a very bloody and bruised faced Damon to the gang. He was placated now, his family was in his arms and his brother now had an understanding that he was not to be trifled with when concerning his mate. He ignored Elena’s pleading looks to meet eyes and her disappointed gaze. He looked straight back into Hailey’s loving one and put a hand on the boy’s backs.

“I am now.”, he answered with a terse smile.

“Alright everyone out!”, said a exasperated Matt and Jeremy. The other occupants of the grill scurried out taking out their phones to text and call anyone they know about the newest gossip in Mystic Falls. A fight between the Salvatore’s over a girl that wasn’t Elena Gilbert, the new status of the younger Salvatore, and everything they learned about the new girl, Hailey Potter.

With the other occupants out there was only two groups left. The Scooby gang and Team Stefan. Elena was going to march up to Stefan and that girl to break whatever moment they were having. What the hell are they planning they already had Elena!? She was stopped when Klaus and Rebekah stepped in front of her, both had very dark looks.

“Listen here dopplebitch, control your pet! Deal with my brother or not if he tries going after Hailey I’ll tear him to shreds and feed whatever pieces left to the puppies of Nik’s pack! You touch her and Stefan will personally deal with you!”, Rebekah said in a thunderous voice. It was a miracle that they didn’t have to contain a feral ripper, if Damon had touched Hailey after what he said Stefan would have done a lot worse in a open crowd. Elena looked to Klaus expecting to see him glower at Rebekah for threatening her but was shocked to see him silently nodding along.

“You have no idea who she is, Ms.Gilbert. You have no idea what she means to us, to Stefan. You lot leave her and her family alone. Deal or not if your friends can’t respect this rule I will tear each of you apart and paint this town red with your blood. As for you Ms.Gilbert all I need is for your heart to beat and produce blood in no way does that save you from this. I could just simply have you in a coma and bleed you dry. Stay away from Ms. Potter and you get to live you life, simple as that.”, he finished off his threat by flashing his eyes towards the group the huddled together. Elena’s eyes got teary and Damon had a face full of rage. Both look to Stefan but he was facing away from them. Their first date could have gone better but they could head back to Klaus’s mansion to get Hailey some food. He picked her up gently with the boys and sped out of the grill. The Original siblings send one final glare before speeding out leaving the group in silence to think out everything. Caroline had never seen Klaus like this, it caused her undead heart to skip a beat. Jeremy and Matt were wondering what mess would Elena and Damon pull them into again. Bonnie was left in silence thinking of the strange feeling coming off of the new residents of Mystic Falls. Alaric was exasperated and dreading the drama this would bring. Damon and Elena stood near each other both brimming with jealousy and rage. At Klaus’s mansion everyone was in smiles when Hailey’s phone rang. She answered and had to pull the phone from her ear.

“HAILEY JAMIE POTTER WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU!!”, seems her werewolf uncle has been worried.

Oops.

Does anyone else think it's amazing that all THREE Mikaleson women Freya, Rebekah, and Hope are bisexual. The most badass women in the TVD/Original universe besides Bonnie and all three are Bisexual. Rebekah's appearance on Legacies just reminded me of it.

Anyways I'm glad to see The Original Vampire Queen Rebekah Mikaleson on Legacies. I was hoping we would see Rebekah kick some ass and show what real vampire power looks like. Hopefully fingers crossed we'll see the Mikaleson sister's Freya and Rebekah again. Also loving all these Hayley mentions lately. The Queen wolf deserves it after being ignored for so long on Legacies.

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Attitudinal Psyche: The Originals: Klaus Mikaelson

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1V Confident Volition: Klaus is first and foremost a leader. He takes charge even if it means pushing someone else out and craves power and control. He doesn’t always listen to Elijah’s advice and often follows his own ideas even when he already agreed to his siblings’ plans. He always knows what he wants in life and makes plans to get it.

2F Flexible Physics: Klaus is a good fighter and is undefeated until the Hollow. He knows how to manipulate his physical environment well. He has fine tastes and enjoys living in comfort.

3E Insecure Emotion: Klaus is not conscientious of other people’s emotions, unless it’s someone he really cares about, like Cami or Hope. He does what he wants despite how it affects other people. He is prone to emotional outbursts when things don’t go his way.

4L Unbothered Logic: Klaus does not care so much whether or not he is being reasonable as long as he achieves his goal. He is not overly focused on logic, but is more concerned with efficiency and his goals.

Your my little sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey⋆˙𖤓⟡˙⋆ (1/2)

🫧⋆｡°✩ summary: in the moments of being under the influence of a man who averaged out the death rate of an entire state, Stefan is tangled in finding a comfortable home for a sweet girl who has the status he hadn’t heard about in centuries.

authors note: goddess, i had a fanfic about this years ago, and i didn’t go anywhere with it. so here is that tiny space in my brain that wanted to post this :) — word count: 7.8k

🌞 characters: the vampire diaries \ college au! , jeremy gilbert , / x black! fem! little! reader .☀︎ ݁ ˖

🌞 content warning(s): no set plot line, some use of y/n, talks of anxiety attacks, reader is a wolf pup, stefan & damon being big brothers, baby babbles, ¡male lactation!, use of rattles (i want one so bad), fluff, mentions of weapons, bottles, nesting, swearing, protective tatted jeremy, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🌞 before reading: her outfit, pjs & bottle , https://pin.it/2eS7TCc , https://pin.it/5VSFrm0 https://pin.it/4DQNyfF

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The sun reached its peak before completely shining on the state of Michigan, New Orleans, specifically in the small town area of an infamous bar owned by the well-known witch in the area. Gloria is a flamboyant soothsayer, and many would describe her as charmingly intelligent with looks that have the appearance of only being forty years old. Though she wasn't anywhere near, she was more than a hundred years old, though she was not immortal.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

In the area, the day was ending, while for Gloria, it was just the beginning of a long day of watching the town folk drink themselves silly at barely noon. She began by noting out the invention from last night and checking for any fruit flies that tried to find homes in her classic liquor bottles. With her wooden clipboard, she walked around the remaining spaces behind the bar running her own rancid on the boxes. Considering it to be finalized, she threw the clipboard inside a drawer before pulling out a wine glass before she eventually poured herself a small glass of Chardonnay.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

The witch felt the vibrant flavour of the white wine flourish against her dry thirst perfectly. She could age the wine with access to the best wineries in the area; who would care for this damned bar like her if she wasn’t alive. With a deep breath, she gathered the bottle and glass to its rightful place, still tasting the sweet tangle in her mouth before she took it upon herself to unlock the doors without having to walk over.

She began to walk against the bar edge before she heard the bell on the top of the door ring announcing its presence to the owner. Her back faced the bar top, placing tiny red straws into cups. It had only been a few minutes of opening before she felt folks pouring in; her bar was a classic spot with plenty of folks from over a hundred years ago still coming in and out. The perks of knowing a witch in the area to keep her young, she couldn’t imagine the looks of her ancestors as they watched her as closely helping wolves and a select few humans.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her past family before she took it upon herself to drown herself in an ageless potion to pause her aging, though she knew it would catch up to her eventually. Thinking so profoundly, the hairs on the back of her neck formed a light chilling breeze feeling the presence of something beyond human. Gloria was adept at reading people and the energy they gave off into the world; she had to. Bad energy minimizes the effect on the corners of the bar she saged with.

“What brings you here? You brought a friend, I see.” She announced her knowledge to the being before she could even turn around to face him. She plopped her hand around the cups of straws to place them behind her to the top above the seating arrangements for customers.

Gloria looked up towards the infamous Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory; she didn’t have to try and give off confidence as she held the powers of her ancestors. With one flick of her wrist, he would be forced out of her bubble alongside his friend without a second thought. She took in his body language, the glint of desperation in his eyes, looking behind to the clear picture of him and the former man she had known as Stefan Salvatore. A ruthless man who forced a man to drink his wife’s blood while they laughed, though from the look of him. He looked dazed and under Klaus’ compulsion. A clear abuse of power right in front of her. The damned wolf needed something from her, witches were always pulled into vampire drama.

Before she could ask what the infamous Klaus needed. He beat her to it.

“I need help locating a certain necklace. That my dear sister lost.” The sister in question scoffed from the front door of the bench she crossed her legs against. Gloria crossed her arms, hearing the beginning banter of the sibling just like they did in the 20s. She flared her eyebrows towards the hybrid, reminding him that he genuinely wanted something from her; he would need to be serious with her. If not, get the fuck out of her bar and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

“Hmm. Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Gloria raised her hand, awaiting the vampire to do so. The sooner she did this, the quicker she could get them out and away from her upstairs home. She grasped the soft blonde’s bloodied hand into her own, instantly feeling the dark shadows of the vampire's mind. Her first heartbreak being of a father’s betrayal, brushing his children as though they were nothing. That said, she was only here on behalf of her brother and the undying love she mindlessly had for Stefan. With a deep breath, she placed herself into the powers the necklace had for itself, scouring into the universe, looking for its source before her search stopped. She had placed the energy perfectly in a matter of time.

“There’s a girl with her friends.” However, she got more than she liked to lead. The perfect carbon copy of the woman known back then as Katerina Petrova wearing the original witches necklace dangling between her chest as her friends watched her stir a pot of chilli. The atmosphere surrounding the doppelgänger when dark as she placed herself in her energy bubble, burning the girl's flesh harshly before her ancestors pushed her out of the vision. She opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps erupting between their hands across the til of the bar.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace,” Rebekah spoke out, still feeling Gloria's hand intertwined with her own. Before the witch let go of her, standing further back from the trio of vampires. The feeling she received was not something she was used to when it came to doing spells. It was dark; even though she fused into old voodoo, this was something she wouldn’t allow herself to tap into. Regardless of what the damned wanted her to do, she needed a plan. It wasn’t only her that needed protecting.

“That’s all I got. Just images. I need more time.” Gloria truly believed she had the upper hand in giving the vampires what they wanted. She needed time, so she pursued Stefan to understand why she did what she did. In hopes, he would take in the reader who lay sleeping in the connected house without a care in the world. Continuing the notion of confidence placed her hand on the same glass she had only placed underneath the bar top. She pushed the glass of wine in between her lips and drank. Though it did nothing to tolerate her nerves, it tasted good. From the glasses eye, she watched Klaus debate giving her what she wanted before Stefan took it upon himself to take the attention away from the witch.

“Hey, you know, why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan filled the void with an enthusiastic voice while walking to the front door. Knowing the siblings weren’t looking, he scrunched his eyebrows towards the drinking witch, understanding without much words from the way her heart was beating. Stefan couldn’t help but want to know more, regardless of the circumstances of his humanity that was destroyed like a light switch. When he looked at the witch, it reminded him of Elena, the desperate look behind her chocolate brown eyes that wanted nothing more than to embrace in her soft hug. Stefan knew it wouldn’t be the same after turning the one thing that brought everything back on, but this was the first step. He wouldn’t be the man he was being compelled by.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It was effortless to make the Mikaelsons believe Stefan had betrayed the bonded trust of what Klaus mistook as a friendship. He forgot the truth of their connection is a clear abuse of power in the twenties and used his vampirism to create fantasies that fuelled his instincts he knew deep down were of his true nature. Although it made Gloria sick to her stomach, the feeling that he could rip her throat out in the second of vulnerability. She still took the correct herbs and mashed them grinding bowl speaking to the ancestors above with nothing but salted intentions in her words.

She created a sinister scenario that led the siblings in thinking the vampire had fled to find refuge in an unfamiliar place they would seek for enough time too distracted by petty things to realize Stefan was in the outs of Michigan. A lengthy time before her dear one would be blessed in sanctuary from the darkness of that damned hybrid. Though here she was in front of the door that reminded her of what could change the rest of her life and sharing that with a vampire was something she never expected. When she first met the reader she had all intentions of harming her as she wasn’t welcomed in a place she sacrificed everything for.

All the ageless nights to be disrupted by a broken window and shattered glass she refused to let the reader allow to seep her bare feet into. She had no shoes. Gloria took a deep breath and reminded herself of the severity of the current situation.

“Stefan, do you understand that in these circumstances, I will kill you with my bare hands if she is not taken to safety? Right?” Gloria has no room for doubt or frolicking regarding the very thing behind this door. The witch was not one to keep the reader so hidden for a long duration; it was perfect, though; she had a late night practicing her shifting abilities. The memory caught her in a frenzy of smiles before the witch remembered to unlock the multiple locks on the flowery door across the stairs to the bar.

“Of course. I remember you. I’m sure you’ll do much worse. I want to understand why you have chosen me?” Stefan asked hesitantly, leaning next to the door and awaiting the dreaded conversation between them. The vampire watched her fumble with the keys to each lock before beginning the discussion. He blinked softly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You can be good for her. Or I trust you will find someone who is. My aging remedies can’t stop the aging from catching up to me much longer. I’m getting too old to take care of her.” Anyone in the listening distance could hear the pain straining in her voice, thinking of leaving this world before she could help her little one find herself again and have the ability to be small. Gloria placed the multiple keys into the loop of her denim jeans, giving Stefan one last look over. She wanted her words to linger in his senses; this was impotent to her and her ancestors. She would not give them the impression of disappointment.

The supernatural entities heard the locks click into the ears before Gloria pushed the door open lightly, not wanting to scare the little one behind it if she had still been sleeping.

Stefan stopped in his tracks and recalled a developing scent of wolf pups that was still undergoing growth before he could get a glimpse of them. It wafted into his sensitive nostrils before he took a deep breath taking in the sweet flowery scent wanting to keep it under his nose for the rest of his immortal life. It was divine and filled with life, something he couldn’t quite comprehend behind what he surrounded himself.

Gloria looked behind her, taking in the vampire's reaction to her little one. She smiled before clicking the light switch that only turned on the fairy lights across the walls, as the pup was quite sensitive to light fixtures that beamed into her eyes. The colourful area of strawberry shortcake decor covered the entirety of the room she could barely remember the colour of the walls or floor presences to her.

The witch took a light step towards the bed covered in plushies that the reader loved to cuddle against and scent. Her favourite one to do so was of a cow named Print; he was a special thing that if you pushed a button on his foot, his stomach lit up with stars on the ceiling. Close enough to the pup, she removed the picnic table printed blanket from the reader's sleeping state. Anyone could tell she was still a pup as she didn’t wake up alarmed by others entering her room.

Gloria looked to the side of her to see the pup she had been trying to wake up with tender swats on her back and bum. Her pretty doe ( eye colour ) opened up to the familiar face above her cradling face.

“Who is she? I haven’t seen littles in centuries. How did you find her?” Stefan hadn’t uttered a word in some time. He couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t vaguely remember when everyone had taken in people with smaller headspaces to fill the void for the undermining issue of no children for quite a while. The man stepped into the occupied territory before closing the door quietly, letting the question linger for an answer to meet.

“Hm. Her name is y/n. The poor thing was sent to kill me. Many folks in her pack believed she was an abomination and sent her to kill a witch. They hoped I would kill her. Boy, were they wrong? I fell in love with taking care of her. I don’t have any children of my own, you see.” Gloria believed the spirits called the reader to herself, guiding her through the hardships of life til she finally found someone who cared for her. Which is why she is the woman she is today. Gloria glanced towards the girl before taking a deep breath, knowing Stefan was not here to hear the whole story. However, she might have been wrong. The heavy vampire's eyes glanced at her baby beyond anything she had seen from the first time she met him. It was soft but short, knowing he had a reputation to uphold despite having no humanity.

“What happened to this pack?”

“I burned every single one of them to the bone. It took a lot, but I did it to protect her.” Gloria smiled, maneuvering the little so she rested against her shoulders rather than flush on her lap and pillow. She pushed her nose against her freshly washed hair, breathing in the brisk relaxing air surrounding her. It calmed her down in ways she didn’t know; coming into this room was a breath of fresh air. She would miss the comfort of her.

“I’ve kept her far too long from a pack. She needs one, Stefan. She won’t survive much longer with just me.” Before the vampire could speak, she quickly stated how long the reader had been away from the ritual of piling clothing and items; she loved to create the perfect area for a quiet hibernation. The reader's old pack was big on the little ones to ensure they were comforted in ways that some had seen as prehistoric for this day in age. Doing so was the first time in years of waiting to be found by Gloria that she created a nest. Gloria grimaced, feeling the painful memories of her pup during the nightly hour of how she craved to cuddle into her neck and scent her as pack members did.

“I will help you. I know someone who will take her in.” He heard her plead, thinking someone he had broken the heart of would understand his place in the vampire empire. He would beg on his knees to Elena after seeing the beautiful little creature grasping Gloria’s hand. Though, deep down this would be the perfect distraction to his whereabouts if they had a little one to take care of.

Stefan watched the witch place her black nail tapping the pup's squished face against her shoulder as she blinked slowly and softly, taking in the presence and warmth through the connected skin. The yawn, so simple yet cute from her chest, left a pout on her lips from the dryness that came with it. The blanket was sitting perfectly, squished around her legs and stomach though he could still see the flare of freckles on the reader's shoulders and stomach that were out, dancing for his eyes to consume. The vampire was attentive to everything she did, including the deafness of not hearing Gloria introducing him to the wolf before him. Eventually, seeing her ( eye colour ) eyes turn towards his own with a hint of curiosity. All he could do was place his sweaty hand on his pants to get rid of the wetness that came with being in this room.

“H-hello.” He called to her, seeing her sit up more comfortably in Gloria's lap. She fiddled with the hair in braids with her pink-coated fingers, twirling around each lock before she gave the courage to smile at the man. Before she eventually hid her face into Gloria's shoulders with a giggle. She was adorable in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to continue standing awkwardly, or maybe he should sit on the chair on the opposing side of the bed? Though he didn’t sit unknowingly for long as Gloria picked up on his hesitance.

“You can sit. She’ll want to scent you eventually. If that’s alright?” Gloria asked, hoping it would be something he was comfortable with; it was something she did as not only a greeting but a nighttime routine when it came to accompanying a new member. They watched her lean away from the witch's lap and chest, awaiting Stefan to grasp her hand into his own. In doing so, she couldn’t help but try and place his hand close to the bottle that was empty on the side table he was sitting beside. She was building up quite an appetite.

“H-Hi.” She made sure to use her manners like Miss Gloria taught her. Her voice came out much more reluctant than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen many visitors in her time here. Most of the time she played by herself in her room or sometimes watched the people of New Orleans walk the street at nighttime. She gazed upon the burly man, taking in his presence that made her wolf whine on the inside. Something about his scent notified her that there was a part of him missing. Before she could dwell longer her mama interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Would you like to feed her?” The witch questioned, hoping he would, it was unfortunate, but she would have to understand she would no longer be the one to take care of the reader. Her heart was crushed just thinking about removing the littles' favourite pieces in the room condensed into a tote bag within the hour. Smiling sadly at the precious pup in her arms playing with the vampire's fingers, she distracted herself by creating a bottle of pure milk into the once empty one on the side table.

“Up and about. There you go, my little love.”

Stefan smiled for the first time in a while since he had given his humanity to Klaus without repercussions or any thoughts filling his mind thinking of the death of the love of his life. Before he could think further he felt the flush of the wolf's head find its way to his shoulders awaiting the bottle he held with no use from him. The previous scent of her hair crème against her raven skin was heaven-sent, he couldn't imagine comparing this to anything else. He breathed in deep that savoury scent he could relish in for the entirety of his life. It was almost off how comfortable she got in his arms and scented him, so different from each fight he had with vampires and full grow werewolves. The pup was so trusting or the most obvious was the fact that her caregiver was only a foot away and held powers of a thousand witches in the palm of her hand.

“It’s now or never Stefan. She’s getting fussy.” Gloria became fond of the quick response to her words the vampire had. The man maneuvered the reader close to the inner elbow of his arm, cradling her head against it for support. Before he began aligning the bottle to her already open and starving mouth and soon she began suckling. They both heard the sounds that resembled a baby drinking its mothers' nutrition in the early morning before starting the day. In other circumstances, Gloria would begin feeding her while walking to the common areas of the apartment to collect the things the little one would need to start the day. Or the reader would do it herself when she was feeling older.

A hesitant smile formed on his lips holding the reader's head against the left inner elbow not before using the gentlest touch to move the strands of curls that stuck out against her face. With a deep breath, he scooped up the bottle that mysteriously had filled with warm milk into his right hand aligning it to the hungry little one in his arms. Stefan observed her movements like he was sightseeing, her lips covered the nipple of the bottle before it filled her mouth with droplets of milk filling her growling belly. The sounds of tiny suckles filled the supernatural entities with pure joy. The thoughts of keeping the image of being this ripper disappeared into the room's environment into nothing. This moment here was something so beautiful he didn’t want to give her up to Damon and Elena.

Pushing these sinister thoughts away he watched his hands without much knowledge of what he was doing, to the side of the reader's hips in a rhythm he memorized his late mother used when he was younger. He could feel the pup's chest vibrate liking the sensation of his rough hands patting her soothingly. Soon enough she engulfed the bottle in twelve consecutive minutes leaving her mouth to make a recall sound letting him know she was finished.

Knowing of the routine Gloria grasped a cloth into her own before placing it on Stefan’s shoulders. Connected eyes with him she nodded, watching the vampire softly place the reader's head on his shoulder to burp the pesky bubbles out of her belly. He laughed to himself seeing the eyes of pups closed calmly and how her legs were like jelly against his torso. It was quite a sight.

Once she burped out anything that was stuck in her throat watching her mama pull away to cloth before she squished her face into Stefan’s neck. She hoped to stay in this crevice of his body for a while, none of her stuffies gave her this feeling, maybe because they weren’t real.

“She likes you.” Gloria beamed sadly holding the empty bottle, getting up smoothly border taking her leave of the room. She had to prepare to clean and pack a bag for her little one. As well, to make a herbal tea she would ask Stefan to have her drink from time to time to protect her energy. She hoped the deranged hybrid won’t find the lost wolf pup as he would change her to be like him like the speed of light. Fuck she couldn’t bring herself to just abandon the poor thing, she would need some form of an excuse to see her every month.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Damon swindled his way against the chilled bathtub of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. His back barely hit the cool bottom of the tub before he began looking for a more comfortable position. The man being over a hundred forty-five vampires had its kinks and one of them was stubborn on his back and neck. The damned thing clicked out of place at any given moment after he had fought an idiot who dared to attack the drunken asshole. He tense before letting out a sigh in content, it wasn’t long before he pulled the bottle of champagne from the bathroom floor into a glass.

A swift swallow in relaxation reminded him of the times he was human, laying out against the grass and the sun beamed on his milk skin for hours before he was rudely pulled out of that blissful state by his overbearing father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was, the dammed. The recoil of his fathers' disapproval secretly mended him to the vampire he was today. Godsend. He began distracting himself from his thoughts of his personality that somehow some tolerated by pouring an overload of bubble bath that was scented of husk from dear Elena into the bath. The white substance coated the body deliberately, pure relaxation was a must in this state. Hey! vampire can like bubble baths too.

Though, there wasn’t much he could think of when he was left alone with his thoughts running wild into spaces he concealed with impulsive decisions without thinking about the consequences for anyone involved. A common goal was all that he knew and clouded his judgement, like Elena. How much she wanted to know here Stefan did with his time while being in the presence of an original vampire that tortured for fun.

Damon lived for torment but when it came to his brother, who would come back into his life to take the girl he loved right back out from under him. He still wanted his little brother, the one who banter amongst either of the Mystic Falls humans they still fought like hell for. He laughed to himself getting sentimental placing the glass of champagne on his lips and taking a long sip.

It didn’t last long. His eyes plummeted at the sound of his front door opening, heavy footsteps and a scent of something he hadn’t smelt covered his nostrils more than the bubbles did. Damon gritted his teeth, swirling his head in distaste before forcing the bottle of champagne on the floor lifting himself to stand tall. The suds fell slowly down his body promptly to his feet that extended outside the tub. His motion cause water to pool onto the floor, though it would dry he would be dammed to know who entered the Salvatore home unannounced. Adding to the fact they ruined his needed self-care.

Before departing to the area where he knew the culprit would be, he placed a black robe around his body and tied the given straps on top of his waist. Damon made his way underneath the bedside table that hid a wooden stake for the times Katherine made appearances. He felt his weight shift between each step to the downstairs corridor before he became dazed with a familiar scent. The vampire was quick but cautious in his movements as before he wasn’t sure who had made their way into his home but now he was. The husk of a teenage boy sat alarmingly quiet at the fireplace, facing the floor before Damon stepped on a cracking piece of the floor. He was quite surprised by the confidence of the dead Jeremy Gilbert who was here to try his best to kill him that awfully made stake he was fiddling with. Thank goodness he wasn’t really in the mood to fight ninja turtles right now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the boy's ear before he walked closer to the bar table to pour himself a drink of course. The teen looked as if he had seen a ghost, the man knew of his presence before he did. Jeremy sucked in a breath through his teeth removing the hoodie that was placed on his head. His black shaggy hair flopped on his forehead peeking through it. He thought lengthy to what the man had stated to him, his sister was preoccupied with Stefan’s whereabouts to know he was planning on killing Damon with the poorly made stake. Neither did he expect the vampire to continue pouring a glass of bourbon picking one up to give to him. They both sighed contently in each-others presence drowning in the sorrows of their siblings' absence.

“Did you come here to kill me? You’ll need a better weapon.”

“It’s only fair you did kill me.” Jeremy gave a smug look on his face knowing he wore a ring that prevented him from meeting the other side of being amongst the living. Although the facade was seen by those who looked close enough, he was constantly reminded by the trip there left him cold, leading him to understand he was meant to look for his body. His against the odds of staying in this state for too long could lead to him being stuck. Although Jeremys' body was close, he still felt his soul shift energies leaving him eerie and dark trying to find something to fill that void. He thought by killing Damon it would.

“Look I don’t do the big brother thing very well. Sorry, I don’t have any milk and cookies to offer you.” The brunette bit his lip feeling a heavy ache on his shoulders hearing his words. He knew to never expect anything less from the vampire, but maybe if he gave him some sort of closure he wouldn’t have been struck by gloom. It was almost like a cloud of it shadowed his being with no regard for why it sat polished on his shoulders.

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

“Dick.” To pick up where he left off he stood abruptly from the chair he sat in, taking his final departure from the Salvatore boarding house. The sound of the glass that was once being held in his hand alongside the stake felt broken on the carpet. The teen couldn’t care less about the mess he was making in a vampire's home, the guy was an asshole and he didn’t deserve his sisters' attention or the unrecognized love she had for him. There was almost steam coming from the top of his head from the fumes, he took one look back at the vampire before he finally walked his way to the front door.

A deep breath came from his chest pulling on the door handle, however, he didn’t expect to see the unpredictable.

Stefan Salvatore standing with his hands in his leather jacket. He liked almost the same except for the worn look of fatigue on his face, it showed heavily underneath his eyelids. The age of being under the compulsion of a damned hybrid they forced those around him to be the same. Klaus and his ways didn’t care about the ones that sat and were forced to watch. Jeremy couldn’t mask the shocked face he displayed to the vampire without thinking back to the question of why he was here, to begin with. How much more shit could Elena deal with before she snapped at seeing him again?

“Jeremy.” Stefan's voice sounded nothing less than smug sighting the shocked look that struck on his face. The act of surprise was something the vampire secretly loved when it came to victims thinking they were safe then he would display his presence to them. It wasn’t the same way as he looked Jeremy, the boy had grown taller from what he could imagine was only four inches higher than himself. Though was the young Gilbert even at the boarding house, to begin with? Had Damon had him under some stupid spiel to get Elena in his good graces?

Stefan bit his tongue from using his uncontrollable words in the man’s presence that he knew was sitting on the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He took one last breath before asking Jeremy a simple question so he could ask his brother for a favour. Though before he could the boy beat him to it.

“Damon you might want to come here.”

“Look, Jeremy, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m not good with this whole thing.” Damon took several steps to the entryway of his home before his words died off at the end. He felt frozen in his spot, he indeed didn’t expect to see Stefan again after the star he left in. Was he here with the hybrid? The vampire shrugged his arms over themselves displaying his distaste for him to come back to Mystic Falls too soon for Elena’s sake. With a glance to Jeremy who had a look in his eyes, he bite his tongue before speaking.

“And what are you doing here Stefan?” Damon questioned smouldering the non-existent attendance he had in his mind. He caught his brother unattended looking at the parked car that was sloppily parked in the driveway. Hearing those words, Stefan took a step back, he of course knew his presence would strike some nerves from everyone but to see it on full display alarmed a certain part of his brain to push itself to the surface once again. He had been fighting it all day. His humanity. Not only from the wolf pup that would probably be waking up anytime soon from the unmoving car for something to eat. But to pass by the places that he and Elena would always visit. Goodness, he needs to get out of Mystic Falls before he goes back to Klaus and smells the humanity on him.

“I need a favour.”

“So you show up unannounced asking for a favour? Fuck off, Stefan.” The young Salvatore flared his eyebrows close to the gap between his eyelids, he couldn’t recall a time he was genuinely unhappy to see him. Border he lashed out from the scoff that came from the door almost being slammed in his face. He watched Jeremy move his foot forward before the gap closed between the two worlds. The boy walked in front of Damon gifting the man a look to go on pleading for whatever this favour would be.

“Wait here. I’ll go get it.” It? Was it some silly little book that would eventually curse all the bloodlines that so happen to be inside the boarding house? They both gave each other a look before watching Stefan gravitate toward the truck that we most definitely not his. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the truck handle pulling it open to reveal a distressed little one that was biting the surrounding areas of her fingernails. She had been awake a lot longer than he intended, he felt so bad knowing she was strapped between the seatbelts and blanket he pressed into the sides of her legs. The tears that silently streamed down her face didn’t help the decision he would make by leaving her with his demented older brother. Maybe instead he could have him convince Elena too, goodness this was all just a dumb idea he got way too in over his head.

But as he looked at her grabby hands she gave him and the thick lashes that were smudged against the tears, he swallowed thickly. Y/n didn’t deserve people debating on whether or not she would have a life of comfort. He began removing the blankets and then the seatbelts to formally place her against his chest so that if he needed he could high tail out of there before any of them could taint her mind. The reader's tears became yesterday's problem once she felt Stefan’s finger swipe the water away from pooling against her freckled cheeks. Then her head was softly placed against her newly favourite place between his shoulder and neck with a soft hand on the back of her head. Before she felt the soft blanket she was once cradled against on her back once more. It was her favourite scent, between Gloria and her bed back home with her. She kissed her already and it barely was a day.

“I have people I want you to meet. Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?” Stefan looked down at the girl's cradled figure on this side of his chest awaiting a response before he turned around to face the curiosity of Damon and Jeremy. He smiled softly to himself at what his current state was, a little in his arms while holding a diaper bag filled with everything she needed. If you would have told him this is what his life would look like a year ago, he would have looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt her nod against his chest before he eventually took a step to not only close the truck door but to face the entryway of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon was the first to react to the newcomer in the man’s arms, pushing his way between the doorway his curiosity taking over everything he was planning on being. He truly didn’t expect to be in the sight of something so small in the presence of someone like himself. The vampire took a step back to observe from the sidelines watching Jeremy behave differently. He took it upon himself to grab the bag from Stefan’s left hand. He picked up on the scent of something he hadn’t smelled since he killed Mason Lockwood in this very home. Though it struck of something lighter and less potent as if it was smaller. This being was a pup of a werewolf pack but didn’t smell of though it was currently a part of one.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself from taking the tiniest glance at the bundle of joy wrapped in the thickest blanket he had seen attached to none other than a vampire that had almost killed his dear sister. He proceeded to walk into the living room to place the light pink diaper bag next to the couch. Y/n took in the world around, the deep darkness of the wooden panels that filled the unknown place that Stefan seemed so familiar with. She scented the place with a wiggly nose before her breath caught in the back of her throat feeling someone come close enough to grab her baby bag. Was this man a thief?

“H-hi.” She broke the light silence that filled the room she was walking into, on top of the fact that her mama had always told her to be nice to those who deserved it. She lifted her head slightly getting a better look at the brunette who was somewhat human in the room of supernatural entities. No one could deny the atmosphere of the room change as she was softly placed on the couch away from the warmth of Stefan’s chest and neck. She kept a small smile on her face pacing her tiny hand in front of the blanket that was tribally placed on her lap and socked feet. 

“Care to explain?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the air barely taking his eyes off the wolf pup on his couch. He gripped the robe closer to his skin, gifting them both his signature smirk that would work for those under his charms. The vampire took a glance at his little brother, the worn fatigue and clear deepness under his eyes from the lengthy trip of being Klaus’ pet. The slight cherry hue on his lips from the possibility of ravishing a human before coming to Mystic Falls. He couldn’t acknowledge the unknown scent that seemed to come full force through his heightened senses.

Stefan took a slight breath before he dumped everything that happened in last hours since he left high and dry from Mystic Falls all together. He carried himself from his standing position to sitting himself next the little that was already hoping he would. The reader was already appreciating his presences and the beautiful ring that sat on his finger she liked to play with.

“Would you mind taking her to the kitchen to grab a snack for her, Jer?” This surprised him completely he hadn’t expected himself to be so fond of someone’s feelings despite his humanity being on the outs. The vampire couldn’t help himself in doing so, he continued to hold her hand for a few seconds with a dewy smile on his face. Before he gasped the bag was on the floor of the couch to hand to Jeremy. He jerked his head towards the kitchen awaiting his response before hearing the boy tell her about the animal-shaped crackers she never had before in the cabinet.

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

The reader wrapped her tiny hand in between the unfamiliar male's hand feeling the light texture of tattoos she subconsciously traced with her painted fingers. She could already feel the rising warmth that came from being head to chest with the waking figure towards the deepness of the kitchen. It was beautiful, though it seemed to be unused compared to the one her mama had. All she recognized was the raging amounts of alcohol on the opposing sides of the sodden stools in front of the counter. The wolf began to lose the skip in her steps as she felt the man slow down his pace. She took a glance upwards to gift the man a small smile, though he was already looking at her feeling nervous by his gaze she lifted her other hand and gifted him a small wave.

“Hi. I’m y/n. Y-You’re Jeremy, right?” It was weird just how comfortable she was being pooled into those pretty chocolate soul catches he called his eyes. She felt him move his gaze over her face causing a slip of a stutter to come front at the end seeing him do so. They both stood in from the counters of the kitchen taking in each other's beings while she took in his delicate human scent she hadn’t been around in years since with Mama. Jeremy almost had a heart attack hearing the words she stuttered over, licking his dry lips trying to find the right thing to say to her. He noticed that he was still holding her in comparison to his small hand didn’t help.

“Yeah, I am. What do you want for a snack, little lady?”Jeremy shook their intertwined to regain her attention from his face. Although he would never consider himself cocky in any way he still smirked internally after seeing her blink away her dewy eyes away from his. He pulls her hand once more finally taking the long awaiting stop to the fridge for her to see. The reader took in the minimal amount of snacks and drinks that were in it. She knew they were vampires by holy was there only a half-full orange juice container, a cartoon of eggs and expired milk. Although she was disappointed she removed her hand from Jeremy feelings intensely cold from the action to proceed to open the diaper bag to find her favourite snacks.

She handled him the basic puffs of strawberry banana bites that quite literally melted in her mouth. Not even acknowledging the mess she created in the bag she continued to display the puffs to Jeremy who gladly opened the container not before popping one in his mouth to her distaste after handing them back to her.

“Can I have some orange juice?” The reader questioned the man messily eating standing chest to chest to the man liking the feeling of his fluffy sweatshirt on her cheek. Her chin rested perfectly there looking upwards with that stupidly cute dimple that showed, switching between each eye of his to look a tiny bit closer. Jeremy pinched his fingernail on his palm looking down at her chubby cheeks and light wash of powder from the puffs. He reminded his hand from the sides of his body to lightly brush away the powder that stuck to her lips and slightly in her cheeks.

“Uh yeah. Why don’t you go sit in the chair, okay?”At first, watched her struggle to climb on the spinning chair but gave up in the mix of it. The man took it upon himself to quietly ask her if she wanted any help. So here he was softly placing his hands underneath her armpits to lift her to sit against the chair. The warmth of each other's skin to skin gave off a rumble between each-other chests that could have easily been mistaken for a hungry cry. But to a wolf pup, it was something completely different in her eyes. She began by taking in his eyes like they were meant to uphold hers, before feeling the chilled barstool he ever so gently placed her on top. They both felt instantly disappointed without the skin to skin but she still happily thanked him for doing, kindly offering him a puff in his much larger hand. Jeremy could help but smile at a small gesture, he took a step back to the opposing countertop to look at the diaper bag that he had previously placed on the dining room table a mason jar of vervain and herbs assorted inside, taking a glance back to y/n that was currently swaying her legs to the hums of her own throat. He turned back around to look at the mixture not thinking much longer to crumble them inside the juice before closing it back up and shaking it to face the girl.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime? Away from the supernatural, the vampire kind at least.” Jeremy placed the bottle to her lips as her hands were occupied by the puffs and looking around distracted by none other than himself. Still suckling on the off-tasting orange juice, that chilled her dry thirst as she began to nod at his question. He removed the bottle from her mouth allowing her to gift herself with the glory of his, all she thought of was how much she would love to be lifted by his arms and held close like she was with Stefan just a moment prior. They looked into each other's eyes warmly gifting one other a smile before they both liked away.

Across the home in the living room, two vampires listened closely to the little one's mannerisms toward the unseen boy and the way he spoke softly and seemed so smitten by one other so quickly. It was clear that part of herself was called to the boy named Jeremy. Gloria was right, he might have been the thing to encounter to meet the person who was perfect for her.

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MY BRAINNN HURTTT I NEED HELP FINDING A KLAROLINE FIC PLEASEE GUYS I NEED IT!

Fuckkk I only remember a little from it so bear with me! Okay so I think the only part I remember is that Klaus and Elijah I believe save Caroline from being tortured and she had on a canine head wear that the originals believed they got rid of a long time ago when they were used on Rebekah, leaving Rebekah traumatized from the experience. GUYS THATS LITERALLY ALL I CAN REMEMBER HELP ME FIND IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU! I’ll still be searching through my list but if anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know!

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Rebekah x her hatred of country music

↳ The Originals 1x05 || Legacies 4x05

She is the very best of me.

↳ The Originals 5x13 - When the Saints Go Marching In

REBEKAH MIKAELSON

↳ Legacies 4x05 - I Thought You'd Be Happier To See Me

Rebekah Mikaelson

↳ The Originals 2×22 - Ashes to Ashes

Rebekah Mikaelson

↳ The Originals 1×02 - House of the Rising Son

Vampire Diaries Characters as Tarot Cards

If The Vampire Diaries characters were tarot cards, which would they be?

Elena Gilbert - The Lovers / The High Priestess

The Lovers: Elena is the emotional core of the series and is often caught between love choices.

The High Priestess: She also grows into her own power and intuition, embodying mystery and duality like The High Priestess.

Stefan Salvatore - The Hanged Man

Stefan is constantly sacrificing himself for others and his journey is marked by introspection, suffering, and redemption.

Damon Salvatore - The Devil / The Fool

The Devil: Damon represents temptation, desire, and chaos.

The Fool: But he also has a surprising journey of growth, making him an unconventional Fool - constantly starting over.

Bonnie Bennett - The Magician

Bonnie is the conduit between worlds and channels immense energy. She turns will into reality.

Caroline Forbes - The Empress

Caroline embodies growth, beauty, motherhood, and leadership. She transforms from an insecure teen into a regal, nurturing force.

Katherine Pierce - The Tower

Katherine is destruction and rebirth personified. She burns everything down to survive.

Alaric Saltzman - The Hierophant

Alaric is the moral compass, a teacher, and a guide for the younger characters. He represents tradition and wisdom.

Klaus Mikaelson - The Emperor / Judgment

The Emperor: He demands control and order.

Judgment: But his arc is one of reckoning, forgiveness, and facing consequences.

Elijah Mikaelson - Justice

Elijah is the moral one, devoted to balance, honor, and fairness - even when it cost him personally.

Rebekah Mikaelson - The Star

Rebekah is a symbol of hope, longing, and desire for a better life. The Star captures her vulnerability and dreams.

Hayley Marshall - Strength

Hayley is courageous, resilient, and protective love. She stands strong for her daughter and her beliefs.

Marcel Gerard - The Chariot

He is a self made king, Marcel drives his will with ambition and direction. He battles adversity with focused control.

NYX’s NIGHTFALL

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑

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“𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬“

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Natalya's eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She blinked away the remnants of sleep, her mind slowly coming into focus. And then, as realization dawned upon her, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She turned her head slightly and saw Damon lying beside her, his form still and peaceful in sleep. But Natalya knew better than to mistake his calm demeanor for kindness. Beneath the surface lurked a darkness, a cruelty that she had become all too familiar with. As she shifted in the bed, Damon stirred, his eyes flickering open. A cold chill ran down Natalya's spine as she met his gaze — "good morning" Damon says as he moved his hand towards her face "please...don't" she said flinching away from his touch. "don't do that — ah ah ah" he tuts pushing her hair over her so he could view the bite marks from the night before "no, no, no, get away from me — No" she scrambles off the bed towards her vanity. A knock is heard at the door, "Natalya are you okay?" Elena yelled through — Damon looked at Natalya with a sinister look daring her to yell for help, "yeah lena just - uh- dropped my perfume" she said looking Damon in his eyes, "alright i made you some food downstairs, Jenna's on campus for the day" she said walking away. Damon smiled "this could have gone a completely different way. i'll be back later" and he disappeared. Natalya sat down on her bed, the silence weighing heavy on her chest like a suffocating blanket. The once vibrant walls now seemed to close in on her, their cheerful colors mocking her bleak mood. She hugged her knees to her chest, seeking solace in the darkness that enveloped her. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as they streamed down her cheeks unchecked. Each tear felt like a drop of lead, dragging her further into the depths of despair. She felt numb, empty, as if a black hole had swallowed up all the joy and light in her life. Thoughts swirled in her mind like a whirlwind, each one more crushing than the last. She felt worthless, hopeless, as if she were drowning in a sea of despair with no lifeline in sight. Every breath felt like a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of her pain. She dragged her feet to her mirror where she ran her fingers over the holes in her neck. She hadn't felt this way since her parents died, so lifeless — out of control. She quickly got ready, grabbing a scarf from her sisters closet; she wrapped it around her neck.

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Under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, elena and bonnie stood outside mystic falls high school, their voices mingling with the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. The sun cast dappled patterns of light and shadow across the pavement, creating a serene atmosphere for their conversation. Bonnie leaned against the trunk of the tree, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she listened intently to her friend, elena. "somethings up with talya" Elena said to bonnie — who perked up at the mention of Natalya — "what do you mean, i haven't talked to her since last night i tried to call her this morning but she didn't answer" bonnie said back "this morning it sounded like there was someone in her room and then i heard a loud noise" Elena said her worry was clear on her face "i knocked on the door and she told me she dropped her perfume." Elena had a perplexed look on her face "she didn't want to have a movie night last night which is completely not like her" bonnie raised her eyebrows in surprise "wait — there she is" — Natalya walked up to the girls with a smile on her face after she exited Damon's car; the scarf around her neck, she tried to cover up the bite marks on her neck and hoped no one would be able to notice them. She couldn't say the same for the bags under eyes and her sunken cheeks. Elena and Bonnie both noticed her depressed state, she was normally so happy and bubbly she would practically run to meet up with her friends, but here she was walking slowly towards them. Elena noticed the lack of color in her all black outfit, the only color was a burgundy scarf. She always had a bright color whether it be a pink bow, or bright shirt. She actually thinks Natalya stole that scarf from her closet. "hey guys sorry i'm late" Natalya said sounding out of breath — "i — uh— couldn't figure out what to wear this morning" Natalya scratched the back of her hair "i'm just gunna go inside" she quickly turned around and started walking away — "wait talya" Elena yelled to her sister who turned around, "yea?" she responded "bonnie and Stefan are coming over for dinner tonight just wanted to let you know" she said smiling at her — "great" Natalya whispered under her breath as she turned and walked away. "that was caroline's mystery guy from the grill" bonnie said as she turned her head back to Elena — "that's not a mystery guy. That's Damon Salvatore" Elena responded — "Salvatore.. as in Stefan?" bonnie quickly asked Elena who shook her head. Elena and bonnie had parted ways, she was on a mission to find Stefan. She knew that from what Stefan told her about his brother that he was nothing but bad news. She also knew that Natalya would never go for a man that looked like him. she saw him walking towards her near Mr. tanners room — "Stefan" Elena exhaled as he approached her "did you know my sister is dating your brother?" she pressed, she watched as Stefan's face contorted with confusion and she could have sworn she saw anger in his eyes. "no i didn't know that" he responded voice strained — "well i don't know you brother all that well but somethings up. Natalya's being different than normal and no offense but he is not her type." Elena said waving her hands to make her point — "i think he's doing something to her" Elena whispered eyes watering as she look up at Stefan who had an almost painful expression on his face. "listen, i promise you i will handle it alright." Stefan said back as he grabbed Elena's hand.

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Damon had made himself comfortable in Stefan's bedroom reading his journals when Stefan arrived home from football tryouts — "how were tryouts? did you make the team? very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul with so many adjectives" Damon instigates — "what are you doing here?" Stefan replies wary of his brothers next move "i've come to apologize. I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching, and... i want us to start over. we need to put the past behind us. You're my little brother, and if you want to live a normal, happy human life, then I want that for you. Maybe I can do it, too. That I can learn to be a non-living living person. Maybe there's hope for both of us." Damon says, he almost looks serious but Stefan knows him better — "no Damon, there isn't actually hope for both of us because there will never be hope for you" Stefan shot back as he walked closer to Damon grabbing his journal from his hand. Damon gets up from his chair — "You know i saw Elena today, btw. That means by the way." damon retorts — "She was at cheerleading practice. She looked so perky in her little short shorts. Just... simmer down, I didn't even go near her. I've got my own gilbert girl now. Ooh, that reminds me... I gotta run. I have a date. Sweaty palms. Wish me luck." he says wiping his hands on his pants and walking out of the room.

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Elena and Bonnie were in the gilbert kitchen preparing food that elena had ordered. The girls were currently trying to make it look like they had cooked it. "You explain it. Last night, I'm watching Nine-o, a commercial breaks come on and I'm like, I bet it's that phone commercial. And sure enough, it's that guy and the girl with the bench, he flies to Paris and he flies back. They take a picture." bonnie exclaimed as she shrugged her shoulders matter of factly "Oh, come on. That commercial's on a constant loop." Elena retorted looking for a spoon — "Fine. Well, how about this? Today I'm obsessed with numbers. 3 numbers. I keep seeing 8, 14, and 22. How weird is that?" bonnie said back looking over her shoulder "Maybe we should play the lottery." Elena said stopping herself "hey can you try to go upstairs and talk to talya she won't let me in her room." Elena asked bonnie concerned laced in her tone — "yea i'll go now, i'm really worried about her." bonnie said walking away. Bonnie was worried about her best friend. the girls had been inseparable since the day they met, and yet bonnie hadn't heard from Natalya more than their quick interaction outside the school this morning. Bonnie bounded up the stairs towards Natalya's room, she could hear the shower running so she figured she could enter the room and wait for her on the bed like she normally would do. When she entered the room she noticed that all her makeup products from her vanity were scattered all over like Natalya was looking for something and her bed wasn't made, she even took notice of what looked like blood on Natalya's pillow. Clothes were scattered on the floor and some pictures were hanging sideways. she grew concerned when she realized the shower had been running for a longer time than necessary, she quickly knocked on the door "Natalya..." bonnie banged — no answer — "tal..? it's bonnie can you come out here" she heard the sound of the water shut off. "go away bonnie i just want to be alone right now" Natalya yelled back through the door — "no tal i miss my best friend and you scaring me and Elena. we just want to make sure that you alright." bonnie pleaded, finally the lock clicked and Natalya opened the door quickly making sure to move her hair over her neck. the door swung open and Natalya stepped out of the bathroom steam flowing out of the room. "i'm fine okay? i just want to get ready." Natalya snapped at bonnie as she moved out of her way — "ready for what?" bonnie inquired moving to sit on the bed. "i invited Damon over for dinner" she replied with a quivering voice — "tal you know if Damon is doing something to you that you can tell us right?" bonnie asked moving to grab Natalya's shoulder — "he's not doing anything to me" she snapped back to her pulling her shoulder out from her grasp. "okay.. okay, just promise that if you need help you will tell me or Elena?" bonnie held her hands up in surrender as she turned around and made her way to the door. "GUYS STEFANS HERE" Elena yelled from downstairs — "i'll let you get dressed, i love you glinda" bonnie smiled sadly at her. "i love you more elfie" Natalya choked out, she didn't want to cry but it was like her thoughts weren't hers anymore. she wanted to yell for help but she couldn't and she didn't know why. "okay don't be nervous, he's here, just be your normal loving self" Elena whispered to herself as she opened the door.

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Stefan sat across from Elena next to Natalya, bonnie was on the end of the table. Stefan could smell the dried blood from Natalya's wound on her neck. He tried to not focus on it but rather the conversation at hand — "Did Tanner give you a hard time today?" Elena asked — "Well, he let me on the team, so I must have done something right." Stefan retorted, Elena turned her head towards bonnie — "Bonnie, you should have seen Stefan today. Tyler threw a ball right at him, and..." Elena started, you could hear the excitement in her voice as she spoke — "yea i heard" bonnie said quietly, Natalya knew that when bonnie wasn't fond of someone she wasn't exactly secretive about it. "why don't you tell Stefan about your family?" Elena pushed. Natalya cringed that was always a sore subject for bonnie. "Um, divorced. No mom. Live with my dad." bonnie replied calmly, "No, about the witches. Bonnie's family has a lineage of witches. It's really cool." Elena said looking back and forth between bonnie and Stefan — "i don't think cool is the word bonnie would use" Natalya said lowly under her breath. "Well, it's certainly interesting. I'm not too versed, but I do know that there's a history of celtic druids that migrated here in the'00s." stefan said moving his arms on the table and crossing them over each other — that had piqued bonnie's interest "My family came by way of Salem." she said back just as the doorbell rang. Natalya's head flew up at the sound her breathing gone ridged, her shaky hand held her chair so she could get up "I wonder who that could be." Elena said beating Natalya to the door, she opened the door and Damon stood there with a pie in his hands.

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"Hope you don't mind. Natalya invited me over for dinner" Damon said with a smile on his face, Stefan got up from his seat "what are you doing here?" he asked keeping his calm as if to not alert the others. Natalya noticed how he glanced at her, she realized he knew what Damon was doing. She grew mad at the realization that he knew and he wasn't doing anything, then she became scared because if his brother was doing that to her then what was he doing to Elena. as if on autopilot Natalya spoke up in a sweet voice "Baby hi, i'm so glad you could make it." she said pulling him over the threshold into the house. Damon leaned down and kissed her, she internally cringed but her body played along leaning into him. "you have a beautiful home, Elena" he said making eye contact with her. the group gathered in the living room, Natalya was sat on Damon's lap. "so.. um how did you guys meet?" Elena asked keeping her eyes on where his hands were placed making sure her sister was uncomfortable. "well i met him the other night when i ditched bonnie and caroline at the grill after caroline said how you can get any guy you want." Natalya said rambling — "you know i love her to death but sometimes i wish sheriff Forbes was the one who died that way i didn't have to listen to her voice all the damn time" Natalya finished, Elena and bonnie gasped at her words, Stefan held in a breath. it was never like Natalya to ever wish something bad on someone she loved, the person sitting across from them was not the girl they knew and loved. damon tapped her on her knee and said "you know you shouldn't say that sweetheart, I know what it's like to lose both your parents. In fact, Stefan and I have watched almost every single person we've ever cared about die." — natalya was forced to say that, she didn't feel that way at all. "i should put the dishes away" elena excused herself — damon shortly after excusing himself to go help. Bonnie had went home giving natalya a quick hug and kiss on the head. Stefan was sitting across from natalya watching her intently, the way she fidgeted with her hands, how her heart beat irregularly every time she heard damon laugh. She was scared of him. "that's a really nice scarf" stefan said to natalya "Mm. Thank you, it's elena's" she said playing with the end of the scarf. "Can I see it? I mean, would you mind taking it off?" he asked holding his hand out for it, "oh i can't" natalya replied shyly — "why not? you okay?" stefan pushed, natalya raised her eyebrows as if to say "you know i'm not" but replied "Um... All I know is that I can't take it off." she said looking down at her lap. "what are you two kids up to?" damon asked as he entered the room — "i was just asking her about her scarf" stefan said to his brother — "Hmm. Hey, you know, um, Elena is finishing up the dishes. Why don't you go see if you can help?" he directed his question towards natalya but stared at stefan, natalya got up and made her way to the kitchen to help her sister. — "They are people, Damon. She's not a puppet. She doesn't exist for your amusement, for you to feed on whenever you want to." stefan said getting in his brothers face, "Sure she does. They all do. They're whatever I want them to be. They're mine for the taking." damon said pushing his brother back "All right, you've had your fun. You used Natalya, you got to me and Elena, good for you. Now it's time for you to go." Stefan said pushing Damon towards the door — "That's not a problem. Because... I've been invited in, and I'll come back tomorrow night and the following night and I'll do whatever i want with Natalya. Because that is what is normal to me." damon said leaving the gilbert house. Natalya and elena finished up the dishes and made their way to their respective rooms for the night. Natalya laid in her bed making sure she locked her windows and shut her curtains hoping that would deter damon if he chose to come back. She turned her tv on for some background noise and fell asleep into a deep slumber.

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Amidst a field of vibrant wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, a girl with cascading locks of Brown hair danced like a sprite, her laughter echoing through the air. She twirled and skipped, her dress billowing around her as she moved with grace and joy. Behind her, a boy with an air of mystery chased after her, his form blurred as if shrouded in mist. He matched her steps with a playful determination, his laughter blending with hers in harmonious melody. The sun cast a golden glow over the scene, painting the world in hues of warmth and serenity. Each step they took seemed to be imbued with the magic of the moment, a fleeting dance of innocence and freedom. The girl glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she quickened her pace, daring the boy to catch her. He responded with a playful grin, his movements fluid and effortless as he closed the distance between them. Their laughter filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of flowers and the rustle of leaves. For a moment, they were lost in their own world, a world where time stood still and worries faded away.

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𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 :), 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 -

𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎

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Always and forever

Rebekah Mikaelson

Morning Sickness | Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant with Klaus' child. And because of that, you're not feeling so well. Alone in the Mikaelson mansion with Klaus, you're puking all over the place and looking like the shittiest you've ever been──in short, you're a gigantic mess. Unfortunately for Klaus though, he doesn't know that any of those things are normal in a pregnancy and starts fussing over you. And you would've considered it cute, had the fussing not been from him.

Word Count: 2,010

Warning ⚠️: Fluff, angst if you squint, pregnancy, puking, profanity, and reader being a bad bitch.

A/N: If you're confused about the summary (don't worry, I am too lol) this imagine is basically when Hayley was pregnant in season 1 of TO (the first few episodes) but instead of her being preggo, its you. And Klaus being a dramatic bitch, as usual, when he sees you choking your guts out, not knowing that that's normal. (because he's been dead for 1,000 years and is a literal male, so id expect him not to know anything about pregnancies and how they work) P.S feel free to dm me a request!

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

With Klaus Mikaelson's child.

The thought alone was enough to send another round of bile up your throat until its gushing out of your mouth and into the toilet before you. For the third time that very same morning, mind you.

"Fuck this," You cursed as you swiped your wrist against your mouth, panting. "Where the hell is Hayley?" You muttered under your breath as you pushed yourself up and made a beeline for the bedroom connecting to your bathroom with the intention of getting your phone to contact the she-wolf after reassuring yourself multiple times that you were not going to puke again and flushing the toilet.

Pregnant.

You're actually pregnant.

Your eyes flickered down to your belly, the barely noticeable extra weight wouldn't be visible to a stranger's eyes, but to your own, you could see it clear as day. You didn't know how you didn't notice it before. Stupid.

Wincing, you walked towards the bedroom you've been occupying these past few days──a far cry from the one star motels you and Hayley used to stay in as you two traveled around the country in search of her family, and most definitely a massive upgrade from the creepy cemetery you were held captive in a week ago.

You never thought a visit to Mystic Falls could change your life so drastically. You didn't even know what the hell you were thinking when you decided to sleep with Klaus of all people.

"And look how that turned out," You mumbled bitterly to yourself as you plopped down on the inviting bed, sighing. You spied your phone tucked under one of the fluffy pillows and had it in your grasp in a matter of moments. Putting the device to your ear after dialing Hayley's number, you waited impatiently for the she-wolf to answer.

She answered on the second ring.

"Where are you?" Not wasting a beat, you immediately asked.

"Good morning to you too," Hayley quipped dryly. You could almost see her rolling her eyes. Almost.

"You're not in the plantation," You'd know, considering for the past five days since you've been staying in this awfully big house, or mansion (whatever), Hayley's always been the first face you see when you woke up. Until today.

"True. I'm at the Bayou."

You sat up straight at that, "What?" You demanded.

Unbothered by your change of tone, she continued, "I found something real interesting, Y/N. I think it might be the real deal this time." Translation: she's found something about her long-lost family.

You didn't want to give her false hope, and you weren't too willing to start a fight by saying it could be another dead end either, so you stayed silent, willing her to continue.

"I'm with Rebekah, so there's no need to worry. It's not good for the baby."

You scoffed at that, "That just makes me want to worry even more, dumbass. Why the heck didn't you wake me up? I could've accompanied you instead."

"You're pregnant," She said the words as if they were the answers to every question in the world.

"Brilliant observation," You snapped, not being able to resist.

Hayley let out a breath, "I'll be back by noon, Y/N. I'll call you if I find anything interesting."

"And what am I going to be doing until then?"

"Nothing." She says, and hangs up before you could get another, no doubt, sarcastic line in.

"Bitch!" You hissed and, in your rage, threw the phone at the wall, the sound of the impact reverberating loudly through this stupidly wide and empty looking room. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're all of a sudden a damsel in distress. You're the opposite of a damsel, actually. You didn't need to be coddled. You can handle yourself perfectly fine.

A knock on your door steals you out of your thoughts. You racked your brain for any possible faces you might see if you decide to climb out of bed and open the door (sounds extremely tiring, by the way) and only found one: since Elijah was currently somewhere in the hands of Marcel, and because Rebekah and Hayley are in the slums of the Bayou, then that would mean. . .heck no.

"Nobody's here!" You call out, the words coming out muffled because your face is currently stuffed in a heap of awfully comfortable pillows.

The door opens anyway, ignoring your words, and Klaus enters the room, hands clasped behind his back and lips set into a grim line. His eyes are darting around the room as if to search for any signs of danger, shoulders slackening slightly when he finds none.

"I heard a thud."

You rolled your eyes, "It was my phone." You were surprised he even bothered knocking in the first place. He doesn't seem like the type to do so. But then again, you barely know the guy. I know enough.

He doesn't reply, so you took it upon yourself to ask: "What do you want?" Tone far from friendly. You slept with him once and got knocked up──boo hoo, you couldn't care less. From what you've observed, the guy's an ass. He daggered his own brother for goodness sake. He deserves your attitude.

Lunatic, you are a raging lunatic for sleeping with him.

"I came to check up on you," You could barely contain your laughter at his revelation. Ridiculous. You seemed to say with your eyes. Noticing this, he smiles tightly, "Something funny, love?" Passive aggression practically dripped from his words.

You don't answer him, instead, you roll over, turning your back on him, only to feel that familiar churn in your stomach. The same feeling you have when──"Oh, fuck." You yelped. Faster than light, you're back in the bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet and hands pressed against the walls as you braced yourself.

"What the bloody hell is──" Klaus, furrowed eyebrows and all, marches after you.

You don't bother to tell him to shut the fuck up despite your great temptation to do so before you're hurling your guts out. Again.

Behind you, Klaus goes rigged, hands clenching into fists, he does the only thing he remembers to do then. Walking up to you, he gathers your hair in his hands, away from your face, and waits. Surprisingly calm, despite his strong urge to shake your shoulders for an explanation as to why you were sick.

Too busy throwing up, you don't even notice the gesture.

It felt like a lifetime before you finally felt okay again. You're leaning against the wall, still on the floor, heartbeat irregular and drenched in your own sweat. A towel appears in your line of sight, and just above that, Klaus.

You take the towel from him, albeit hesitantly, and used it to wipe the remaining puke around your mouth. "Thanks," You croaked, voice hoarse.

"Explain," is all he says.

Confused, you cocked your head to the side in question.

"Explain," He repeats, tone deathly calm. Too calm, in fact.

You squint your eyes, "I puked. Now I'm fine. The end." You shoved the towel back to him, to which he glowers at, and stroll, or more like crawl (but your dignity──or what's left of it anyway──won't ever let you admit that) back to your bed with Klaus hot on your heels.

"You're unwell. I want to know why." He doesn't let you reply, "If something bad happens to the baby I──"

You cut him off, "──what is your point?" You crane your neck, your eyes connecting with his own.

A scowl takes over his face, "My point is that you, Y/N, have clearly not been taking care of yourself which means that my child could be suffering because of your carelessness."

Your expression is the definition of confusion until──oh. You laughed out loud, grinning ear-to-ear. Klaus' scowl deepened at the sound, pointedly ignoring the flutter in his stomach upon seeing you smile for the first time since. . .ever.

"You are so stupid," Blunt, you were blunt. And very outspoken too. Never afraid to speak your mind, even when it comes to calling him stupid to his face. Your straightforward personality was what caught his attention back in Mystic Falls. That, and your undeniable beauty too.

He opens his mouth to retort something snarky but you beat him to the punch, "Do you even know why I'm puking, you asshole?" Yes, straightforward indeed. "Because of the baby." You hiss, your smile fading this time. He blinks. "Don't they teach you this shit in middle school?"

"I'm a thousand years old," was all he could say to defend himself.

You glare at him, "All the more reason why you should know how pregnancies work." His scowl diminishes into a tight line, "So the next time you accuse me of being irresponsible," you mocked, "think twice." You sneered, "Now get out!"

Any other day, any other person, Klaus wouldn't have listened to the command. But somehow, you managed to do the impossible again, this time though, you made him listen. And so with one last wary glance your way, he walks out of your room.

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You're in the balcony when Klaus sees you again. Gazing at the night sky silently and arms perched on the railing──your back to him──you were quite a majestic sight. Hair hanging over your back and clad in a white nightgown, and with the star-filled night sky in front of you, the view in front of him looked fresh out of a painting.

His hand twitched at his side, eager to paint the picture before him. With you as his muse. It would make one hell of a painting, he notes.

"Come to tell me how much of a bad mother I am again?" You spoke up without turning around.

Klaus doesn't reply until he's standing beside you, "No, I come bearing a peace offering."

Your interest peaked at that. "What is it?" You turn your body slightly to face him, eyes automatically dropping to the item in his hand. A medium-sized box with a red bow on top of it.

He pushes the box to you, and never one to deny free stuff, even if its from him, you gladly take it from his hands. "See for yourself."

You open the box with careful precision, and after setting aside the bow and the cover, your gaze locks onto the jewelry inside of it. A necklace, diamond, and hella expensive judging by the word TIFFANY & CO engraved in the side of the box.

"Hayley has informed me of your love for jewelry."

Understatement of the century.

"So you decided to buy me a necklace worth millions as an apology?"

"Compel," He corrected, you flashed him an unimpressed stare. "And yes, this is my. . .apology for wrongfully accusing you this morning."

When you continued to remain silent, he said in a slightly irritated tone, "Well? Do you accept?"

"No."

He blanched.

"I want an actual apology." He raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "I want to hear you say I'm sorry."

Klaus looked like he wanted to do anything but, but eventually decided against it. "I'm sorry," He said through gritted teeth.

You grinned, and damn him if the sight of it didn't make his heart clench. "Better."

He eyed the box in your hands, "Does this mean you don't want the necklace?"

Your smile widened, "Oh, I want it, alright. I just wanted to hear you say sorry." You patted his chest lightly and every muscle in his body practically sang in delight at your touch. "Looks like you aren't so bad, after all, Klaus." And after sending him a wink, your stunning eyes glittering under the moonlight, you proceed to skip away from him.

Klaus follows your form with his eyes until you disappear into a dark hallway, and then mutters under his breath, a tiny smile ghosting over his lips, "Neither are you, Y/N."

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲! ft. women of The Vampire Diaries Universe

my top 5 caroline forbes ships/dynamics ♡

#4. caroline/rebekah — “honestly, i don’t know what my brother sees in you.”