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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

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davinaclaires · 2 years

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Davina Claire in Every Season ☽☾ Season Three The Ancestors hate me because of choices that I made. I'm not a kid. I'm not your responsibility. Honey, you will always be my responsibility. What were you supposed to do? Lock me in an attic and keep the world at bay forever? You didn't let me down. I just grew up. Thank you for saving me that first time. And for everything else after.

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Bonnie Bennett's Rarepair Bash 2024

Sunday, July 7th to Tuesday, July 16th

10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!

Each day has a word, a rarepair, and an ao3 tag. These are just for inspiration - all optional, not a requirement. Use whatever you wish to create for our favorite Bennett witch!

Prompts

DAY 01: Sunday, July 7th

Word: Drive

Ships: Baroline (Caroline Forbes); Tonnie (Tyler Lockwood)

Tag: "BAMF Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 02: Monday, July 8th

Word: Luminous

Ships: Klonnie (Klaus Mikaelson); Bonbekah (Rebekah Mikaelson)

Tag: "Soulmate"

DAY 03: Tuesday, July 9th

Word: Mend

Ships: Bonliv (Liv Parker); Bonkai (Kai Parker)

Tag: "Bonnie Bennett Leaves Mystic Falls"

DAY 04: Wednesday, July 10th

Word: Expectation

Ships: Bonlena (Elena Gilbert); Stefonnie (Stefan Salvatore)

Tag: "Alternate Universe"

DAY 05: Thursday, July 11th

Word: Gratitude

Ships: Bonlijah (Elijah Mikaelson); Bonley (Hayley Marshall)

Tag: "Vampire Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 06: Friday, July 12th

Word: Vendetta

Ships: Breya (Freya Mikaelson); Finnett (Finn Mikaelson)

Tag: "Canon Divergence"

DAY 07: Saturday, July 13th

Word: Eternal

Ships: Boncent (Vincent Griffith); Batherine (Katherine Pierce)

Tag: "Dark Bonnie Bennett"

DAY 08: Sunday, July 14th

Word: Shadow

Ships: Davonnie (Davina Claire); Kennett (Kol Mikaelson)

Tag: "Friends to Enemies"

DAY 09: Monday, July 15th

Word: Innocence

Ships: Boncel (Marcel Gerard); Original Character(s)

Tag: "Bonnie Bennett Goes To New Orleans"

DAY 10: Tuesday, July 16th

Word: Nocturnal

Ships: Bonora (Nora Hildegard); Crossover Character(s)

Tag: "Time Travel Fix-It"

RULES:

Rarepair for this event is a ship with less than 150 completed works, with main focus on the Bonnie ship. (Honestly, this is a casual event, so if you’re doing the bigger Bonnie ships, I'm not gonna stop you, but the focus is on the rarepairs - the rarer, the better.)

Crossovers, polyamory, OCs, LGBTQ+ are all welcome.

I’ll be reblogging folks work until the end of August, so if you’re late, no worries, still bring what you have when you can.

Please tag appropriately, even if that means you’re simply stating you’re not going to tag anything. (This is mainly for fic writers.)

Use #bbrarepairbash2024 so others can find your work. Tag me @/hollowed-hallowed and/or @/bbtvducollection, so I can make sure I reblog your creations. If there’s enough interest, I’ll start a collection on AO3.

Drop me a message or ask if you have any questions. I’ll see you all in July!

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 year

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Err on The Side of Awesome

(Not my gif)

Kol Mikaelson's Daughter Headcanons

Requested by: @katherinereilly19

Here lies my Masterlist

You were adopted by Kol and Davina Claire-Mikaelson at age six from a Catholic orphanage run by nuns who all thought you were some sort of demon child.

See, like your adopted father, you were a witch and had come into your power rather early. Davina had been sensing some odd power flares in the area and, when she and Kol had gone to investigate, there you were - a sweet, little bundle of mischief with more power than you knew what to do with.

To say that you had Kol wrapped around your little finger from the first second he saw you would be no exaggeration. Seriously.

Kol had never thought himself fit to be a husband, let alone a parent. It still baffles him some days that Davina agreed to marry him - most days in fact - it just seemed too good to be true. They traveled the world for a while and then… Well, Davina, she…

She said she wanted kids.

She didn't say that she used to want kids or that she would have wanted them had she married someone else. Davina said she wanted to be a mom. With him. She said she wanted to have a kid with him and she wanted Kol to be that kid's dad.

At first, he almost thought it was a joke. Who in their right mind would trust him with a child? But no, Davina was serious.

And it terrified him.

Kol is well aware of just how miserably his parents screwed up their job and he's pretty sure he couldn't do any worse but that doesn't mean he'd do well.

But the guy took just one look at you and he knew without a doubt that there was no alternative realm, no obscure future, and no minuscule probability in which he could cause you any harm.

For the first little while, you were convinced (thanks to the nuns) that you would have to be an absolute angel of a child in order to be wanted by your new parents. You helped clean things, refrain from using your magic, made your bed, brushed your teeth, and never asked for anything.

Three months in, you dropped a plate and broke down crying, begging Mr. and Mrs. Claire-Mikaelson (because you wouldn't dare call them mom and dad) not to send you back.

What began as your average Tuesday afternoon turned into a deeply formative experience when Kol sat you on his knee, looked you in the eyes, and said:

"Y/N, darling, I want you to listen to me very closely, alright? There is absolutely nothing on this earth you can do or say that will make your mother and I love you any less. There is no such thing as good enough - there is no bar you have to meet - only what you are. Now, a plate is infinitely replaceable, but you are our daughter and I will love you until the end of time. That makes you infinitely more valuable than a plate. Okay?"

"O-okay… dad?"

That was a day you never forgot as you grew older.

Speaking of growing, no matter how old you get, Kol can and will pick you up by the ankle and hold you upside down. It never gets old.

Also, piggy-back rides.

You did go through a phase where you were convinced there was a monster in your closet.

"Dad! There's a monster in my closet and it wants to eat my toes!"

"Really? Well, I must applaud the audacity."

There were quite a few nights you spent cuddled up between them as Davina braided your hair and Kol told you a story until you fell asleep.

Kol always refers to you and Davina as "his girls".

He's always willing to play with you, whether it be a game of tag or a complex drama plot with your dolls. (His personal favorite was when you decided to reenact the French Revolution in Barbie form.)

Daddy-Daughter Days are 100% a thing. The two of you are huge movie and arcade goers. Not to mention huge fantasy nerds. From Deltora Quest to Harry Potter to the freaking Wheel of Time - your fascination with the fantastical never fades as you grow. You never thought yourself too old to be read to at night, so Kol never stopped the tradition.

You're a little (a lot) spoiled. But not in a bad way. You're not ungrateful but let's just say you have quite a few pets.

Auntie Bex is always more than willing to babysit when your parents want some time to themselves. You remind her of Kol when he was a kid and she adores that.

Play-Dates with your cousin Hope mean quite a few headaches for your uncles Klaus and Elijah. Aunt Hayley thinks you're absolutely hilarious while Aunt Cami is convinced you're like 4 different varieties of insane. She might have a point there.

When you're old enough to be in school, you can always count on your parents to help you with your homework. You never would have made it through middle or high school without your dad, Kol is insanely good at math and chemistry. However, when it comes to anything to do with history or government, he passes the torch to Davina because even though he lived through it, he literally never paid enough attention to remember anything.

Parent-Teacher conferences are always interesting.

"Y/N is so intelligent. Truly a joy to have in class."

"Is she now?"

Neither of them buys it for a second. You have a mischievous streak a mile long, the teacher just doesn't know that you're the one putting tacks on her chair. Kol is honestly proud and Davina may try to be the voice of reason but she can't help laughing at just how alike father and daughter turned out to be.

Now, if Hope is "miraculously well adjusted" then you're probably something like a thirty-year-old in an eight-year-old body. You're like the most chill child perhaps ever. However, just like your father, your maturity level varies with the situation.

For example, Klaus once decided it would be a good idea to whip out the "You're not even a real Mikaelson" card at a family reunion. It wasn't long before Davina had thrown Klaus into a wall and Kol and Marcel were at each other's throats.

You honestly weren't even bothered. You knew your parents loved you and that was enough so you simply said:

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

And went back to eating your dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Marcel - apparently still a little touchy on that subject - was the last to sit down again. Little did he know just how proficient you had become with teleporting objects. Naturally, you were smirking when the whoopie cushion did its noble work.

Kol is terrified that he'll lose touch with you as you grow older.

This fear never comes to fruition.

The trust between you and your parents is something every other child ever would envy. They trust your judgment and, in turn, you trust the very few restrictions they put in place for you. It's crazy because they honestly never get mad. Like ever.

However, their disappointment is the worst thing you'll ever endure.

They told you not to go out one night because an old enemy of Klaus' was wandering around town. You went out anyway and you were attacked. Now, you were powerful enough to fight off your assailant and kill him, but you didn't come out of that fight unscathed. You had to limp home and tell your dad what had happened.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I've done much worse in my life, for much dumber reasons. To be mad at you would make me a hypocrite. I just know you're better than this - Y/N, you've shown me that you're better than this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just extraordinarily disappointed."

It happens only once and never again.

Growing up with those two for parents ensured that you quickly mastered your magic and became one of the most powerful and skilled witches of all time. But don't think for a second that you would ever be used. They would never allow that to happen.

As you reach middle and high school, a rumor begins going around that your dad is a vampire. You just snort really loud and make no further comment. It leaves everyone wondering.

First boyfriend?

Heaven help the poor sod.

"If you ever lay your hands on my daughter against her will, you will find that you no longer have hands. I will use the bones of them to fashion myself a new pen, with which I shall write your death certificate. Do I make myself clear?"

Once you're old enough, the basement becomes something of a witchy lab space.

Explosions are… frequent.

*Coughing* "Thank goodness your mother wasn't home for that one."

"Think again, Mikaelson."

"Oh shi-"

"Uh… Hi mom!"

You're probably the healthiest Mikaelson.

When the time comes for you to graduate, it's a hard dose of reality for Kol. He understands he has to let you live your life and he would never dream of taking that away as it was taken from him, but it's just hard.

You'll never stop being his little girl.

Special thanks to: @her-violent-delights

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 months

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Late in February

Davina Claire x Male Reader

Request; hey when you can would you be open to write a davina Claire x maleoc One shot thank you so much

Davina got the call when she heard her boyfriend is in the hospital. She headed to the hospital where she saw Rebekah.

“What happened to Y/n!?” Davina yelled.

“Calm down before they kick you out of the hospital,” Rebekah said.

“Just tell me now,” Davina said.

“We found him passed out and badly hurt in a church. He hasn't woken up just yet. The doctor thinks it happened last night because the wounds are fresh” Rebekah said.

Davina ran into the room and she started to cry. She gently grabbed your hand and gently touched your head.

“Y/n,” Davina said.

“The doctors think he will make it,” Rebekah said.

“I was supposed to meet him last night for our date, I got mad and sent him an angry text. I thought he stood me up and was ignoring me” Davina said.

She kissed your forehead.

“Have you told him?” Rebekah asked.

“I was going to tell him last night. What really happened to him” Davina said.

“Some witch attacked him. I found curse bags at the church. I think they lured him and then attacked him, I think they are trying to send you a message” Rebekah said.

Rebekah and the others know that you are her boyfriend. You and Davina have been dating for a while and she never told you that she is a witch.

“They will pay for what they did,” Davina said.

You start to open your eyes and they are happy you woke up. You are feeling sore and you look at them strangely.

“I’m so happy that you are awake” Davina smiled.

She hugged you and she can't stop smiling.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?” Rebekah asked.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Y/n, don't joke about this,” Davina said.

“I really don't know who you are and who is Y/n. Why did you hug me?” You said.

“I’m your girlfriend and stop joking,” Davina said.

“Lady, I said I don't know who you are,” You said.

“I don't think he is joking, Davina. Your name is Y/n and Davina is your girlfriend” Rebekah said.

“This is a joke, right?” You asked.

“What do you remember last night?” Davina asked.

You try to remember and Davina feels devastated about what is going on. You are trying hard to remember but you have nothing.

“Do you remember anything?” Davina asked.

You were going to say something but the doctor walked in.

“He doesn't remember anything,” Rebekah said.

“He must have got hit in the head hard that he doesn't remember anything,” the doctor said.

The doctor starts to check your pupils.

“Where do you live?” The doctor asked.

“New York,” You said.

“This is New Orleans, not New York. What year is today?” the doctor said.

“Ummm… 2013,” You said.

“He would get memories back, just help him remember. Like, take him somewhere familiar it could trigger something” The doctor said.

“We will do that,” Rebekah said.

“I will be right back,” the doctor said.

You look at Davina and Rebekah but you don't remember them.

“Guard the door,” Davina said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Not you,” Davina said.

Rebekah saw Davina put her hand on your head. Davina starts to say a magic spell and it starts to work, your eyes and her eyes change colors. Rebekah went by the door to make sure no one would walk into the room.

Davina is seeing how you got hurt and lured to the church. They told you that Davina was a witch and you didn't believe them. Then one of the witches used their magic to throw you against the wall and you hit your head against the brick wall and then passed out.

She stopped and she put a spell on you to make you fall asleep. Now, she is feeling angry and she wants revenge.

“Did you see who did it?” Rebekah asked.

“Take him home,” Davina said.

She walks away.

“Davina!” Rebekah yelled.

Davina didn't stop, she kept walking and she wasn't thinking straight. She wants them to suffer for hurting you and she won't let them get away. Rebekah called Elijah for help and told him what had happened.

Davina went to see Kara Nguyen and Sabine Laurent. She used her magic to break the doors and she walked inside the shop.

“Why did you hurt him!?” Davina yelled.

“It had to be done, Davina” Kara said.

“He didn't do anything to you! How do you even know him?” Davina said.

“It's what you did. Because of what you did, he had to pay. He is a nobody” Kara said.

“You will regret saying that,” Davina said.

“You didn't even tell him that you are a witch. How can you love someone when they don't that you are a witch?” Sabine said.

“Enough!” Davina yelled.

They were going to attack Davina, but she used her magic to stop them.

“This is for hurting him,” Davina said.

Before Kara and Sabine can say anything, Davina uses her magic to break their bones. They screamed in pain then Davina’a magic broke their necks and their bodies fell on the ground. She doesn't feel bad for what she did and she just stares at them then walks away.

✯ ✯ ✬ ✯

You are in your apartment but you don't remember anything. Davina is in your apartment and the mood feels awkward for you.

“What is our names again?” You asked.

“My name is Davina and your name is Y/N. You are my boyfriend of one year” Davina said.

“Okay, I will try to remember that,” You said.

“Do you remember this place? It's your apartment” Davina said.

“Not really. Everything feels out of place. I don't even remember meeting you” You said.

“You bumped into me when I came out of a cafe shop. You made me spill my drink on me and your clothes. You apologized then you asked me out” Davina said.

“What happened after that?” You asked.

“Our first date didn't go well, because you went to the wrong restaurant but at the end of the night we felt chemistry,” Davina said.

You try to remember what she said. She waits for you to say something and you are trying hard to remember.

“I don’t remember,” You said.

“How about we go to the cafe shop first then to the restaurant on our first date?” Davina asked.

“Okay, I guess,” You said.

She took you to the cafe shop. Step by step she told you what happened but you don't remember. She gently grabbed your hand and you walked inside the shop with her. By touching your hand, you start to remember something.

“I remember something,” You said.

“What do you remember?” Davina smiled.

“I’m not sure. But it's something about you…”

“Take your time,” Davina said.

“Did your hands ever glow? It sounds strange, I know. But that can't happen right?” You said.

She wanted to tell you right there but not in public.

“That can't happen, Y/n” Davina lied.

She bought the same coffee when you first met her. And she told you what to do but it didn't work.

“I don't think this is working,” You said.

“You have to try, Y/n! You have to remember” Davina said.

“I’m trying. I don't remember you at all!” You said.

You felt frustrated and left the coffee shop. She starts to go after you then she grabs your hand.

“I’m sorry. I-I just want you to remember” Davina said.

“I’m really trying then my head starts to hurt,” You said.

“I’m sorry. I will take you home then we will eat dinner together and relax” Davina said.

“Okay,” You said.

She ordered take-out food. She starts to tell you what kind of hobbies you have and all your likes and dislikes.

“I can't believe you know everything, wow,” You said.

“I have to because I'm your girlfriend” Davina smiled.

You smiled at her and you liked her smile.

——-

You are lying in bed and she is sleeping next to you. She has her arm across your chest and her head on your chest. You are trying to remember anything before meeting Davina.

She starts to wake up and she snuggles on you.

“Hey,” Davina said.

“Hey,” You said

“Have you been awake for a while?” Davina asked.

“Yeah. I didn't want to move because you were sleeping on top of me” You said.

“That was nice of you to do” Davina smiled.

You and Davina stayed in bed for a little longer. She starts to talk about your sleep habits and how you hog all the blankets.

✯ ✯ ✬ ✯

Davina is at her house doing magic. She is so focused on her magic that she doesn't hear you walking in. You watch her use magic and say a phrase then something in your mind triggers something.

“I remember what happened to me,” You said.

She turns around and she is in shock.

“Y/n…” Davina said.

“I remember those witches lured me to the church. They said you were a witch and didn't believe them. Then they attacked me and I hit my head. You lied to me, Davina” You said.

She gets close to you and you move away.

“I can explain, Y/n. I wanted to tell you that night but you got hurt and lost your memory. I was scared to tell you because I didn't want to lose you” Davina said.

“All this time you never told me. I'm starting to remember some stuff but not everything” You said.

“Y/n, it takes time. Please don't hate me” Davina said.

“I need to leave,” You said.

“Y/n, I don't want to lose you,” Davina said.

You didn't say anything, you just walked away. She starts to cry and she starts to think that you hate her. You start to walk around the French Quarter to clear your mind.

——-

You want back to your apartment. Davina is outside of your apartment and she has been crying.

“I was just waiting for you,” Davina said.

“I needed some time for myself, I mostly walked,” You said.

“Y/n, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. I just didn't know how to tell you, I was scared that you were going to hate me. I have strong feelings for you and I just don't want to lose you” Davina said.

You walk closer to her and she stares into your eyes. You don't say anything, you kiss her on the lips. She wraps her arms around you and she starts to kiss you back.

“Y/n,” Davina said.

You start to kiss her again and she touches your cheek.

“I accept that you are a witch. I thought witches were kids' stories to scare them” You said.

“I have a lot to explain. But I'm happy you forgive me, Y/n” Davina said.

She starts to kiss you again and you start to smile. You invited her inside, she asked questions about what you remember. You remember some things about her and your life but everything else is a blur. Then she starts to explain how she has been living for a long time, it took you a while to believe that.

She is still happy that you didn't break up with her. She starts to kiss you again and you start to smile at her. Then she starts to show you what abilities she can do. She used telekinesis and you are impressed, then she starts to smile because you started to ask so many questions.

#Davina Claire imagine #Davina Claire x male reader #Davina Claire x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #the originals imagine #the originals x reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine

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rafetopia · 5 months

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𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

pairing: kol mikaelson x davina claire x fem!werewolf!reader

warnings: typical tvdu stuff, some angsty stuff, some fluff

note: since this was requested by an anon, i decided to make it sfw, if you want a smutty version of this, lmk!

also i was so happy when i got that request because i’ve been wanting to write for them since forever but i never actually did

also this wasn’t requested but I made the reader a werewolf because i thought it would be a fun dynamic having all of them together

this is a bit chaotic, i’m sorry for that lol

the three of you together, is probably the french quarters greatest fear

whenever there’s a battle going on, you fight it together

davina is definitely the most reasonable, while kol is the troublemaker, you’re something weird in between since you got a lot of common sense but sometimes you choose to ignore it

since you’re a wolf, you’ve got some trouble controlling your anger but davina has mastered the ability of calming you down

you and kol are definitely the jokesters in the relationship

davina and you are more cuddly since kol had to grew used to it first (from being left in a box and dead for centuries) but he’s getting there slowly

davina and you definitely do share clothes a lot and kol has trouble with keeping up what belongs to whom but he’s also getting there

sometimes kol wakes up at night, scared he’s gonna die again and then he needs the both of you to feel safe again and to sleep

davina doesn’t really like vampires very much but she has considered turning multiple times so she can be with Kol forever and so have you

kol often has to mediate between his family and you guys

davina had trouble getting accepted as a regent while dating an original vampire and a werewolf at the same time

the werewolves don’t really like you because you’ve never played along with them but Aidan was your childhood best friend

You’re also friends with jackson and hayley - she is like a sister to you

marcel and you get along but you aren’t best friends (because of what he did to the wolves)

when kol was still a witch (you weren’t dating yet) you often felt outnumbered by him and davina because they were witches and you were “just” a wolf

you helped them forge the dagger for klaus which was why you grew so close with them

when he died, you realized your feelings towards him and her

you spent every second you had, helping her bring him back

whenever they were fighting (usually over his family) you were the one to solve

when you realized he was cursed you tried to fight him off her but he was so strong and almost killed you

when he killed her you found her dead in his arms

you were so heartbroken and didn’t knew what to do so you screamed at him and fought him but he didn’t fight back, he just let you basically tear him apart

it took long for you to forgive him, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault

davina watched you from the other side, her heart broken at the sight of the two of you

you did everything you could to get her back while kol was in his slumber

you were heart broken as you lost them both but you never gave up hope

you hated marcel for what he did to kol but you also couldn’t really blame him because- it was hard for you because you loved them both so much

you got them both back in the end but it was a hard ride

kol and you worked together to get her back and you never cared about the mikaelsons

when you got her back, the three of you decided to leave town, to finally live your own life (somewhere nice, far away from all the supernatural drama)

note: if you liked this, and want to see more of this (blurbs/ one shots… just lmk!!)

#the vampire diaries #the originals #kol mikaelson #davina claire #kolvina #kol mikaelson fluff #kol mikaelson angst #davina claire angst #davina claire fluff #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson headcanons #davina claire headcanons #jas writes ❥

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accidentalshifter · 2 months

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List of TVD/Original-verse Minishifts (Part 2, Electric Boogaloo)

Tw: blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation & dark themes. My dream Mikaelsons do not play nice at all. Be warned.

Unlike my other DRs where I've had success in scripting some things like choosing when I go in and where...this...whatever it is?? A weird alternate universe of the TVD/Original-verse or something?? Doesn't seem to play by the rules and refuses to adhere to any script I've tried to throw at it. At this point, I'm just riding the ride...

If anything, it's good inspiration for a story. Even if I sound absolutely crazy...

⚜️ Davina Claire is sitting on a three-legged stool, focusing on a singing bowl placed in front of her on a work table. Herbs, crystals, and candles litter the table as well. I can't tell what kinds of stones or herbs they are. This shift was quick to come & quicker to go. She is (slowly) circling the wooden mallet of the singing bowl around the rim of it, creating a brassy, humming sound. It looks like she is meditating while doing this. [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah and her new werewolf boyfriend (who I'm pretty certain is that blonde named Oliver) are having really loud sex upstairs in one of the rooms of the Mikaelson chateau. The one in the French Quarter. I'm stuck as a ghost listening to it down in the courtyard & wishing I could raid their wet bar so at least I'm drunk while being stuck here. Their loud sex turns into loud conversation and arguing about Marcel. It seems like Oliver feels like a rebound. But if the shoe fits, my dude, you should probably wear it... [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah pours himself a late-night drink of aged liquor from his special reserve cabinet hidden in the office room of the Mikaelson chateau. He's agitated about something. It looks like he hasn't...I guess, fed?? There are the growing signs of dark circles underneath his eyes. The first button of his button-down shirt is undone, his silk tie is loosened. He's gripping the cut crystal glass too tight. His dark gaze trails over to the many journals he has opened at his desk. Some journals look old as fuck. Some of them look newer, with fresher pages that aren't yellowed and brittle and musty. I think these journals are his... [Awake]

⚜️ Rebekah watching YouTube facial & skin care tutorials and making snide commentary at the YouTubers she doesn't like or how she has been doing the very same beautification regiment for hundreds of years longer than them. There's also some Youtubers that she does like and I notice her adding them to her playlist. I had to have been there for 20 mins just sitting on her bed while she sat in front of her vanity mirror, applying makeup to get ready for some event. On the plus side?? I've started incorporating facial scrubs into my own routine here in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus strolling on into the chateau at 3 am with two drunk girls on either side of him & one other that he's more focused on. She's the most drunk. One of the girls tugs on his arm, asking him in a slurred voice "where all the fun is at?" and that she's "bored". The girl wearing a tight black cocktail dress asks Nik "if there's any liquor here?" and pouts. Klaus laughs, assuring them that the fun has just begun, and leads them all upstairs. I decide that I'm staying in the courtyard for this but for some fucking reason, I feel myself being dragged upstairs along with them. Even tho I try to grab hold tight to the bannister of the staircase. It doesn't work. The scene is going to Klaus' painting room whether I want to go or not...

With huge amounts of pride, Niklaus shows off his "post modern art." Especially to that one girl he's fixated on. I notice him sliding up behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. I wince. I try to say something to interrupt what I predict is going to unfold in a few seconds. Nobody hears me. Klaus has that girl in his clutches. He asks her what her opinion on the piece is and when she goes to speak, his mouth is on the crook of her neck. What comes out of the girl's mouth is a soft little whimper to which Klaus teasingly says "Oh, is it that good, love?? You could say I'm inspired-" and that's when he takes a vicious bite into her neck. The blood spurting goes everywhere. On the walls, on the paintings. He was not neat or precise with his bite. He didn't even give her a chance to scream. But I am screaming.

I try to run out of the room. But, as soon as I do, I seem to hit an invisible wall. And I can't push through it. I'm left to watch Klaus drop the girl whose neck now has a gaping hole in it and see the other two girls scream and try to scramble for the door. He lets them have a second where they think they're gonna make it and...basically catches, compels, & forces them to act like death is just one huge turn on kink they have. I, on the other hand, have slid down the surface of the invisible wall & now sit on the floor, repeating "I'm in my CR" over and over again until suddenly I'm back in my room. I did not sleep that night. [Awake]

⚜️ Niklaus on another occasion, escorting a very beautiful, dark haired, Latina out of the chateau after a night spent together. I catch sight of the woman staring directly at me as she and Klaus walk past me in the courtyard. She says nothing about it to him. [Awake]

⚜️ Elijah has a very tense conversation over speaker phone with Marcel in his office. Idk why this is on speaker phone since nobody that I can see is with Elijah...except me. But Elijah doesn't see me or he is pretending not to??? Anyways, Marcel is vehemently deflecting Elijah's pointed accusations that he's trying to undermine the Mikaelson's authority over New Orleans. Marcel points out that he can't undermine "Mikaelson authority" when he's settled across the river, not inside the French Quarter, & running his own vampire club. He can't be blamed that he runs the show better than them. Elijah adjusts something on his sleeves, reiterates the terms of a truce they had made, and Marcel laughs. Somewhere outside the office, I hear the sound of a door being slammed shut. [Awake]

⚜️ Father Kieran stomps into the chateau & he looks like absolute garbage. He demands to talk to Elijah while Klaus taunts him in the courtyard and Kieran barely restrains what I imagine was going to be a punch to the face. Elijah takes the priest up to his office but not after reminding Klaus that he's being "sullen" for someone who wanted to be King of New Orleans. This leaves me alone with Klaus in the courtyard whose mood suddenly swings to anger. He flings one of the garden tables across the courtyard, nearly missing me. I'm not happy about this either, Klaus. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus just sitting there & reading a book for what felt like a half an hour. Pretty sure it was a Dickens book. I honestly wasn't really paying attention because while he was in his book, I was trying to slam my body against the invisible barrier that prevents me from leaving the chateau. Eventually I tired myself out to the point I ended up back in my CR. [Awake]

⚜️ Klaus and Rebekah sniping at each other after Klaus took a jab at Rebekah about her choices in "rebound guys." Elijah rubs at his forehead like he's having a particularly bad migraine and eventually walks away. There is a dead body of a girl just laying on the table in-between Klaus and Rebekah like she's the leftover McDonald's bags they forgot to toss in the trash. Her blood is dripping down onto the rug, creating a huge dark red stain spot. I am still not used to this. The show made it a lot...easier to take in. [Awake]

⚜️ The hell week Niklaus & Rebekah seemed to be in a competition on who could be more petty. I would seriously get tiny minishifts of Rebekah turning up the music when Niklaus was painting or Niklaus ruining her sheets & bed with another...leftover...person. That he'd just fed on. Or Rebekah tainting the rim of all of Klaus' wine glasses with Vervain. Niklaus fucked up Oliver in turn. Elijah had to squash it with a big, uncomfortable, family fun time meeting. Saying that they were letting their boredom get the better of them finally being able to enjoy having a "home" again. Why do I gotta be a part of family fun time? [Awake]

⚜️ Being in my CR, walking into the kitchen for a 3 am snack, and hearing Elijah's voice say "Niklaus, listen to reason!" as if the two of them were just in the other room and me replying in a deadpan voice before I realized I said anything "he's not gonna, bro." [Awake]

⚜️ Watching the St. Anne's massacre with Cami's twin brother just losing his shit. I'm not going to elaborate on this one. There's a reason the show didn't really show the scene in full. [Asleep]

⚜️ Laying awake in my bed, staring up at the ceiling because I can't sleep, noticing that it looks different than I remember, and seeing a familiar hand out of the corner of my eye. This hand has a daylight ring attached to it and leather bracelets with steel beads. My heart leaps into my throat. I jump out of bed to realize I'm back inside my room in my CR. Nobody is in my bed. [Awake]

⚜️ The three week period of time in my CR when Joeseph Morgan scambot pages kept flooding into my Facebook inbox. This isn't a minishift, it was just weird & super annoying. [Awake]

⚜️ One of the few times I wasn't stuck inside the Mikaelson chateau. Klaus is standing in the shadows of an alleyway across the street from Rousseau's, I think?? He's waiting for a person to come outside. [Awake]

So these are all the major minishifts that are memorable. Trust me, there's been more but they were just...little mundane moments that happened for an instant & were gone just as quick.

All of these minishifts and I still can't put any of them together as to why my imagination & dreams keep bringing me there. After all, I am currently obsessed with Hazbin Hotel & would rather be chilling with Alastor or Nifty or fucking Vox even.

Tomorrow is the New Moon in Pisces and it's a prime time to start dreamwork. So even if I don't feel prepared enough... I've decided it's high time to actually stop resisting the tug & be the bigger problem for my most likely all in my head dream Mikaelsons.

Wish me luck.

I'll be reporting in soon with a breakdown of my "TVD/Originals DR" and field notes. This time, I'm going to focus on a "DR-self" that I can embody so that I'm not stuck as a ghost which is a huge big bummer. Of course, that also means that the Mikaelsons will be able to see & interact with me. If I run into them at all...

#desired reality #shifters #shifting #shifting blog #tvd shifting #tvd universe #shifting community #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting stories #reality shifting #tvd dr #shifting to tvd #shifting reality #reality shifter #shifting diary #reality shift #mini shift #shifting to tvd is great until you have to deal with niklaus

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WIP Wednesday ~ 300 Miles of Good Road Sneak Peak

The English Gazette

October 3rd, 1813

My Dear Readers,

What is spontaneity? Is it really the devil sitting on your shoulder and whispering temptation in your ear? Or is it something else? The church and society would have you believe that wants and desires of any kind were horrid and blasphemous. I disagree. Spontaneity is a gift. It is the chance at happiness, reaching and taking it.

Pushing down those desires and following the trend, always doing what you’re told leads to nothing but misery. It's a lifetime of dancing to the tune that others set but all of that can be changed simply by making a choice. Happiness isn’t found in money or status, its found in those you love and surround yourself with.

Happiness is found in moments of spontaneity.

My advice, dear readers, is that when you have a moment to take a leap of faith and into the unexpected, do it. Cast aside the judgements of the Ton and fall into whatever unexpected adventure awaits you.

Sincerely,

Lady Davina Claire

It was late as Klaus hurried through his home, hoping to not wake Rebekah and Enzo. Part of him hoped that they were not at his townhouse at all, having retired to their own home but he was not surprised that they had come home from some event and dined without him. So, as Klaus packed his trunk, throwing all his belongings in half haphazardly, he tried to be as silent as he could. He winced each time the floorboard creaked or silently cursed when he dropped a book to the ground.

His heart was hammering in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins at an hour that should have found him in his bed. He paused for a moment, peering around his bedchamber with realization that this was the last time he would be in it for some time and the next time he slept there, he wouldn’t be alone. The reality of it did not feel real, part of him was still shocked at the turn the night had taken. Noting the way his bedding was perfectly made, his maid had done it for him and wondered if Caroline would allow them to continue doing it. He imagined it would be an argument they would have.

Klaus could not wait.

He couldn’t help but imagine her sleeping in his bed, her long blonde hair spread out among the pillows as her head rested against his chest. He couldn’t fathom the concept of them sleeping apart. She was so close now, that once he fully had her, he did not know if he could part from her, even for the night. A thousand daydreams fluttered in his mind as he looked around the room, peering at the curtains to the paintings to the book he had resting by his morning chair. Even now, Caroline was etching herself into every fraction of his home.

Wonder what she will want to change? Or should we live somewhere else? The unknown didn’t bother him like it had merely hours prior. Months had passed without her, a bleak image of a life alone; growing old and wondering what could have been. There wouldn’t have been anyone else. Only Caroline. A world where Elijah had gotten his wish, Caroline banished from his life and society all together, was something worse than hell.

“Mother would have a fit if she saw the state of that trunk, she would have words with you.” Klaus whipped around, seeing Rebekah standing in his doorway, a silk robe wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair was down, hanging around her shoulders and in the candlelight, Klaus could see the sleep in her eyes.

“Mother? I believe you’re confusing her with our governess. She taught us how to pack a trunk.” Klaus countered as Rebekah stepped into his room. She looked down at the trunk, bending down to pull one of his waist coasts that had been tossed in. The worry was evident on her face, making him feel guilty for his plan to slip away without a word to her or Enzo. He silently cursed himself, the struggle to be better was always far more difficult that he had realized. “It will wrinkle but I don’t mind. It's just a coat.”

“Where are you going?”

“North.”

“You were going to go to Leeds without telling me?” There was a pitch to her tone that made Klaus wince. The weeks she had spent caring for him, ensuring that he did not fall further into the pit of depression had been living in for the majority of the season had been forgotten, as was the pain he knew he put her through. “Why? What happened? Is it Elijah-”

“No. Elijah has nothing to do with this and I said North, not Leeds. I’m not going home.” The confusion on Rebekah’s features was like an open book, it was easy to see every suspicion passing through her mind. “I saw Caroline tonight, after Stefan and Elena’s wedding.” There was a flicker of understanding but the conclusion was just out of reach. “She is coming with me. Tonight.”

“North? How far north?”

“Scotland.” Rebekah’s eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise. Words failed her but she could not look away from him. She reached for his hand and gave a squeeze before pulling him into a tight embrace. It lasted only a moment and when she pulled back, Klaus noted the smile that had overtaken her lips. “We want to leave quickly, without suspicion and get married before Elijah can get wind of anything. By the time he learns of it, it will be to late.”

“Let me wake Enzo. We’ll go with you.” Rebekah turned, moved to rush out of the room but Klaus gripped her wrist gently, spinning her back around to face him. He knew that she meant well, that it would be a privilege to have his sister there, watching him utter the vows he so desperately wanted to since the moment he laid eyes on Caroline. “Nik-”

“No. I need you and Enzo to stay here. If we all leave London at once, people will notice. No one will think twice that I left for Leeds and no one realized that Caroline had returned. I need you to remain, for a week or two at most.” He could see that Rebekah wanted to fight him, to tell him that she was coming with him whether he liked it or not; but he knew that he couldn’t risk it. “Please.”

“You’ll write to me immediately once it is done?”

“Absolutely. The second I take my vows I will pull out a quill and-” Rebekah pinched his side, causing him to laugh. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, playfully shaking her head. “Yes. I will write to you and let you know what our plans are. I don’t know that yet. Just that we are leaving tonight. Now actually.”

“Where is Caroline?”

“Downstairs.”

“Downstairs?!”

“We already packed her things and it wouldn’ have been-” Rebekah did not let him finish before turning around and racing out of his bedchamber. His shoulders slumped and he shook his head, feeling even more pressed to finish packing. He gathered the last remaining pieces of clothing he could shove into the trunk and shut it. Gripping the handles, he began dragging the trunk down the hall, no longer caring if he woke anyone as he was sure Enzo would know of his departure soon enough.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, Lucian who had been waiting patiently at the bottom sprung into action, raced up the stairs to take the trunk the rest of the way. At the doorway, he could see both Rebekah and Caroline deep in conversation, the former arms were crossed while Caroline simply nodded, wearing an enduring smile on her lips.

#klaroline #300 miles of good road #wip wednesday

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lizzie-queenofmeigas · 2 months

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Defining Incorrect Quotes For:

The World is cruel but I have you

Kol: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Aleks: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Damon: bitches b like “im baby” but have childhood trauma and neglect like wtf do u know about being baby u were forced to grow up from an early age anyways I’m bitches

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Rebekah*

Rebekah: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Marcel: Died and came back as a cowboy, I call that reintarnation.

Freya: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Bonnie: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Keelin: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Alyssa: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Hope: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

Klaus: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*Lightning strikes Klaus*

Klaus: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

Lizzie: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

Hayley: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Elena: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Davina: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Esme: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Chapters:

1_How Elena Gilbert Awoke From Her Slumber

2_How Davina Claire Returned to the World of the Living

3_How Alyssa Chang Found a Home

4_The Wedding Of One Bonnie Bennett

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Word Count: 1,422

Warnings: Angst & Abuse. In particular, religious/cult abuse. Death, dying, and trauma after a near-death experience.

Author's Notes: This one should be called "exposition upfront, party in the next chapter" lol. I got really into Davina Claire's character and where she's at emotionally/mentally during Season 1, Episode 16-17 of the Originals. This chapter was supposed to be longer but I have to finish this scene later on in the month after a trip I'm taking.

Please feed me comments, hearts, and reblogs if you liked this 🌹You can find me on A03 as accidentalslayer.

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: Davina Claire struggles to acclimate herself to the land of the living after her sudden resurrection. She feels betrayed, broken, and beyond repair. The young witch is refusing to do any spells for herself or others. After all, helping people (and vampires) with magic is what got her into this mess in the first place. Davina isn't going to be let off the hook that easily, though...

Because something big *really* wants her attention.

Recommended Song: "Moonsea" by: Phildel

Chapter Two: Jonah's Whale (Part One)

"Davina..."

As a "French Quarter" witch, Davina Claire knew the voices of the Ancestors. While being trained for the Harvest Ritual, she'd been taught to listen to them speak. Their words had been a welcome presence in her life at first. They'd tell her things any teenaged occultist aspired to hear: that she would be a powerful sorceress one day, that she retained a great destiny within their Coven, that her sacrifice was the pride of her earthly mother, and the absent father she'd never met...

That giving herself freely unto the ritual was the right thing to do by her community.

She'd been naive. So very naive!

"Davina..."

Those saccharine voices had led her like a spring lamb to slaughter. It wasn't until Elder Bastianna, wielding an athame, began slitting the throats of her friends that Davina realized the terrible truth. Her Ancestors had lied. Her Coven had lied. Her own mother, who'd raised her the best she could, had lied. They'd all lied! And for what?! To uphold tradition? To preserve their power? To appease a bunch of deceased practitioners who'd forgotten how precious and sacred life was?! Davina made a solemn vow during her time sequestered away from the Coven in St. Anne's attic. She vowed to listen to herself. To trust ONLY herself. No witch or vampire or werewolf or human, not even God in Heaven, would sway her choices ever again.

On the night that Sophie Deveraux finished the Harvest Ritual, the woman had asked Davina if she "believed" in it's magic. She'd replied with a shaky "I believe" just before Sophie lifted up the dagger and sacrificed her. What Davina wished she could have said in that awful moment was that she believed in herself. Finally! And that she wished she would've done so sooner.

"Davina Claire..."

Belief in herself. That's what Davina took with her when she'd entered Limbo. It was that very belief that The Ancestors punished her for. The instant Davina's spirit crossed over, they'd banished her to a cold, dark, endless abyss. One without light or warmth. Methodically, those ancestral voices that had once encouraged Davina, now tore her up to shreds. Savagely. Mercilessly. Until Davina didn't know if she could trust in anything (much less herself) anymore. By the end of their lesson, the Ancestors had her curled into a fetal position and mumbling 'I'm sorry' on loop. Her apologies, however, were meaningless to them. The voices of the Ancestors did not forgive nor forget. Their sole response was to threaten Davina with more pain and anguish and sorrow:

'You have betrayed your kin for monsters and the undead! And if you use your magic in a way that dishonors us again, Davina Claire, we will ensure your place in Hell. That is our vow to you!'

It was the last, awful thing she'd heard in that void before her resurrection. Suddenly, Davina found herself back in her bed, in the attic, hidden inside the sanctuary of St. Anne's church. She might've forgotten the whole thing if she hadn't woken up still covered in her death shroud. No amount of incense, candles, or soaps were going to erase the memories and horror of what she'd been through since turning sixteen. There wasn't going to be a "getting back" to "herself" because Davina had changed. Irrevocably.

Being undead, Marcel would never understand what change meant. He was eternally frozen in time since before she'd been born. It was a foreign concept to him.

"Davina Claire!"

He tried to, though. Everyone tried to. Everyone had their two cents to contribute. Marcel said it was something that he knew Davina could "push past" and "conquer." Cami said she needed to go see a trauma-informed therapist. Father Kieran muttered something under his breath, then said God was with all of his children. Hayley said it was 'just another Tuesday in New Orleans'. And Josh (whom Davina immediately called once she'd gotten back her phone) said a quote from Lord of the Rings before he started crying and "thanking fuck" that she was alive. All of these voices. These people's opinions. Nothing they told her made Davina feel better despite how hard they attempted the opposite. She was done with listening to them. Done with helpful voices. Done with her friends. Done with the Ancestors...

Done with doing magic.

Just done.

Unfortunately, magic wasn't done with her. She was still a Harvest Girl and bound to the French Quarter Coven. As soon as the witches heard of her resurrection, they demanded Davina's return. Celebrated it even! Like they hadn't spent half a year trying to end her life (or worse). Because The Originals were in the mood to broker peace and Marcel had lost all of his pieces on the New Orleans chessboard, Davina found herself being driven to The Cauldron; placed back into the foul hands of her abusers, to live within a compound for mages in training where she was monitored day and night.

Another cage that was similar to St. Anne's attic. Yet somehow...far worse.

"I call upon you, Davina Claire..."

They couldn't make her do spells, though. Davina refused. She shunned every teacher and skipped every class the compound forced her to go to. It was the last form of rebellion left available in this terrible situation. As Cami had pointed out to her during their pep-talk, nobody could control what Davina did, how she chose to react, or what she believed in. Much to the French Quarter Coven's frustration and her delight. Besides, it was a sin against witch code to strip an Initiate of free will. And since Davina was learning how to use magic still, that meant she fell right under the category of "Initiate".

"I call upon you, Davina Claire."

Her favorite place to play hooky was in the green house. There, amongst the plants, Davina found a quiet refuge. She spent her time reading books and doodling inside a journal Cami had given her. Writing poems that expressed the thoughts she had to conceal from the Coven lest more trouble find her. It was here, one day, that Davina began feeling something strange. An odd sort of deja vu. This weird energy would fill the conservatory, pushing against the air, as if it were a particularly massive giant entering through a teeny tiny door. It would sometimes rattle the window panes and folding tables. Break a glass jar. Destroy a beaker that was precariously shelved.

Then, unexpectedly, the deja vu began to speak. And Davina found herself more afraid than she'd ever been of the Ancestors for it's voice was like raging thunder:

"I call upon you, Davina Claire! Scorned Prophet. You who will carry a heavy burden I do not envy. Be not afraid, oh fire maiden!! Though the hour of His darkness is almost at hand, there is hope-"

"Shut up! I don't trust you," she'd often murmur under her breath, in a poisonous hiss, trembling, and trying not to draw attention lest any unseen eyes were on her, "Go away! I-I won't listen to it. I'm done with whatever trick this is. Y-you're too late and I'm so over being someone's tool!"

Despite her protest, the invisible giant continued its entreaties to Davina. Oftentimes, it'd become so intrusive that she started avoiding her trips to the greenhouse altogether. Unfortunately, doing this didn't stop it. The alien energy just followed her out onto other parts of the compound where it could pursue her further. Nobody sensed this presence. Life in the compound proceeded at a normal tempo unbroken by her new attachment or it's dire messages:

"-Seek the girl who is coming! She who is bound by shackles on her wrists! New Orleans hangs in the balance, oh maiden. Be not afraid! The final dawn will set the city free-"

Davina Claire was going crazy. She was sure of it. Maybe this unnerving poltergeist had been sent by the Ancestors to torture her again for another one of her failures? There were so many failures, though. Countless many reasons for her kin to curse her. Davina curled up into escapism. She clutched onto books and art and the many journals she kept that offered her temporary relief. And she cried when she thought nobody was around until there were no more tears for her to shed.

On the night before the full moon, Davina prayed to whatever God might have mercy on her for it to stop...

Her prayer was answered with a strange dream.

#the originals #the originals fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #davina claire #angst #the vampire diaries #the originals x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere!mikealsons #friends to enemies to lovers #Dawn Misplaced #accidental writes #klaus x y/n #klaus x reader #elijah x y/n #elijah x reader #i really like davina tbh

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