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railingsofsorrow · 1 year
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hi maybe do a klaus mikaelson x daughter!reader angst. reader and hope are the same age older pls!! maybe that reader! and hope get into a fight physically and use their powers against each other and maybe the reader or hope gets hurt. and we get blamed at and screaming and maybe daggered by our father. by our cruel actions against each-other . but our uncles and aunts prevent it from happening. ^idk im bad at storyline plot XD. reader daughter is a witch you decide :p
Always and Forever
A/N: hope is a bit of a dick in the beginning, just a heads up.
A/N²: thank you for this request I loved writing it! sorry for taking so long to post it, university is burying me alive.
summary: you and hope have a quarrel. there's spilled blood and a few apologies.
pairing: none.
w.c: 3K
warnings/content: mentions of a major character death; lucien castle (I fucking hate him so it's a warning); mention of minor characters death; siblings arguments; description of violence; blood; injuries; gore; lots of angst; happy ending.
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“I am so done with you, Hope.”
The storm your feet were causing against the wood of the compound reached your family's sensitive ears quickly.
“Oh, you're done with me?” Your sister followed your harsh steps, earning a glare from you that you didn't need to look back at her for her to see it. “Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Like how stupid I am for making a decision? Isn't that what you always say anyway?”
“And you still don't listen!”
Rebekah was the first one to protest from the living room where a bunch of compelled men were being ordered around to redecorate the place.
“Girls, pitch it down. I'm trying to do some redecorating here,” her unhelpful jab was promptly ignored as you yanked the door open, the sound echoing through the room. “Hey!” Rebekah stared at your angry breeze in indignation. “Do not ignore me—”
“Come back. We're not done talking.”
Then, just as you were in the middle of the street, you went back inside the compound. Or rather, pulled back by an invisible force.
Did Hope just used her magic on you? Did she just—
“Say it. Say what you think. What you have always thought about me. Go ahead.”
“Hope.” Warned Elijah.
Your eyes narrowed into slits as your fists clenched, “Do not manhandle me with your stupid magic, Hope—”
“What on Earth is going on here?” Kol peaked below from the bannister. He could hear the screaming from ten miles away and he was trying to take a nap for goodness sake. “I thought we didn't have children in this family anymore? You know,” he starts to descend the stairs slowly. “It was the best day of my entire life when you both quit the shrieking phase—”
“Then don't turn your back on me when I'm speaking.” Hope said, completely ignoring Kol's irrelevant input in your argument.
“You sound just like Dad. Maybe that's why you bond so well. The reckless and the paranoid.”
Hope scoffed.
“Is that jealousy I hear? What, the second child couldn't accept the scrapes of left-over love?”
Finn arrived in the living room just as your whole demeanor switched from angry to numb in less than a second. The workers had vanished, Rebekah's doing because she read the situation previous to the outburst.
And she did not want an outburst. Less alone from you, a witch-in-learning since your powers had gotten out of hand due to the Mikaelson's last inconvenience — Lucian Castle.
He had done a number on you. The magic that used to run free and controlled through your fingers now felt like electric currents burning inside your veins. Not in a good way. Long story short, your abilities were in time-out. Until your emotions take over and you lose control.
Which was what was happening in that moment.
“Hope,” Rebekah walked towards your pair carefully as Kol and Finn watched from afar. “That's enough. Why don't you take a walk—”
“Why do you never stay on my side?” Hope snapped at her aunt, finally breaking your stare.
Rebekah let out a sigh, “I'm not taking any sides here. You both have got to take a minute and discuss this later.”
You could feel the slight twitch on the tip of your fingers.
“Do you remember how many people I've lost because of her, Aunt Beks?” You asked, the corner of your lips raising. Hope gave you a roll of eyes. “Some by choice, because I chose her above anyone else. Blood is thicker than water, right? Then, some because they were collateral damage. Why? Because the fucking world revolves around Hope Mikaelson?”
Hope's expression morphs into annoyance, “It was not my fault they died!”
“Of course, not. Who would've thought there would be consequences for your actions, Hope?”
“You're unbeleavible. You told me it wasn't my fault. You!”
“Well, I lied!” You marveled, taking a step foward as anger seeped within your body. “I lied when I said that it wasn't your fault. I lied when I covered for you all of those times. In fact, I lied when I said I'd always be on your side. I'm so done with your selfishness, Hope. Because although you're my sister, you've hurt me more than any other being has hurt me!”
A warm hand attempt to tug you a few steps back. You barely acknowledge it.
“I never asked you to do anything, you've made your own choices. Don't come blame me for it. If the people you care about were hurt, that's on you. Not me.”
“Enough.”
Your father's voice caused the both of you to freeze in your spot. Hope shoulders sagged as she let out a huff.
“She started it. I'm just telling the truth.”
“Shut up, Hope,” you exclaimed in exasperation. Your patience wearing thin. Everyone could feel your powers praying to be unleashed.
“I said enough!” Klaus's tone might have been final but your argument was far from the end.
Elijah said your name when he noticed the your eyes darkening lightly.
“You know what?” Hope took a few steps towards you. She, too, could feel your magic and a little sly smile grew in the corner of her lips. “If it weren't for you, mom might still be here,” even though she whispered, every vampire heard the affirmation and tensed.
They should've acted sooner. But now it had gone too far.
Just as she had moved you like a marionette previously, you raised your hand and threw her body next to the closest wall. The force created a ruptured in the outline of your sister, who let out a groan.
Your name was called in warning. You couldn't hear if it was your Dad or one of your uncles. You knew it wasn't Rebekah because she was already helping her dear niece out of the mess you made.
Too late.
“Say it again.”
Before she could use her own magic, you used your vampire speed to push Rebekah away and grab your older sister by the neck.
“Go on, Hope,” you shoved her in the adjacent wall. Why did no one was trying to stop you? Well. They were busy being held thrown in different areas of the house by your out-of-control stupor. “Tell me how I'm to blame for her death. Tell me how I have scrapes of our family's love. You got it all first, didn't you? I arrived to take it away? Is that what you thought? Is that what I am? A leftover?”
Hope's groans of pain didn't phaze your unstoppable strength, nor did her beaten-up face or her bleeding nose. You smirked upon seeing the glint of annoyance in her bright blue eyes. The color shifting towards yellow slightly. You were practically taunting her wolf.
“A leftover daughter, right, Dad?” the jab directed at your father wasn't unnoticed. “I'm sure he'd agree with you on that, sis.”
“Bitch.” Hope let out a sneer and kicked you on the stomach.
“For fuck's sake!” Kol used his vampire speed to push Hope out of your reach as Finn grabbed you by the shoulders. “That's enough. Both of you, stop.”
Ripping out a piece of a chair, you grabbed the pointed wood and stuck in his heart. His shocked expression didn't brought guilt to your chest, not when anger was still the bigger emotion gripping you wholly. You created an invisible barrier to keep anyone but Hope away. And when your sister is about to sink her hybrid teeth into your arm, you lift her from the ground with your powers.
You drowned out all the protests and focused on squeezing her neck with your mind.
“I'm so sick of you.” She struggled to breath. “I'm sick of being left out. I'm sick of being on the receiving end of your problems. I wish you weren't my sister!”
It was all too fast. Hope's body was released and she fell to the floor like a ragdoll. You walked slowly towards her. She wasn't completely weak, just recovering from being cut out of breath for a few minutes. At any moment, she could surprise you with the little souvenir of a deadly warewolf bite, one you didn't have the cure of because your warewolf gene was never activated.
You weren't scared of her. No. You didn't feel anything. Just frustration. All anger anger anger anger.
As your hand sinked into her chest and she screamed out in agony, satisfaction slipped through your fingers. Your sister's blood in your hands may have been the prettiest art you had seen till today.
Then, a gasp echoed throughout the room.
You blinked in surprise as you felt a cold, thin metal etched into your back. The stinging of the blade made you let go of your sister's heart and stumble back. Your vision blurring slightly.
“Shh, shh, it's okay,” your dad's arms were the ones you fell into as you moaned in pain. “You'll be fine.”
“What are you doing?!” Rebekah exclaimed. “Pull the dagger out, Nik. Now!”
“This is your daughter, Niklaus!” Finn took her side as he helped Kol to his feet. He had been the one to take out the stake out of his chest.
Hope stared at your unconscious body as her own healed. It was turning gray little by little, the blood from her chest painted in both of your hands. The lifeless expression should've brought her relief. It did for a glimpse of second. Then the guilt arrived like a bucket of cold water.
She didn't particularly like you at that moment. She wanted you dead, quiet, unmoving. But the images of your daggered family through decades flashed in her mind. Their unfamiliarity with reality. Their numbness with life all together.
Hope didn't want that for you. You were her sister. Even if you tried to kill each other occasionally, even if she hates you some times.
It was her fault.
“Dad,” she croaked out, “Dad, pull it out,” her tone had an edge of desperation, the situation sinking in.
Has it gotten that bad that their father thought this would be the only solution? “Dad.”
“We have to find a way to control her.” He said calmly, caressing a few strands out of your bloodied face.
“You're not protecting her like this, Niklaus. You know this isn't what this is.” Elijah attempted to step closer. “We can handle the matter,”
“Don't say that.” Kol gazed up at him with bitterness. “Don't call my niece a matter because you can't admit the truth.” He didn't care that you had just literally stabbed him through his chest. You weren't aware of your surroundings, of what you were doing. He knew how that feels like. Not being in control was an all-too-familiar place he had been before. “We can help her without inflicting pain. She's struggling. She was tortured, Nik. The girl is traumatized. Do you think it will help if you keep her away for— what, how long this time? Three, seven years? She's your daughter. Snap out of it.”
“She'll regret you for the rest of her life if you do this.” Rebekah let out. Everyone turned to her. “I almost did.”
Klaus's eyes flickered to your peaceful demeanor for a moment, hand pressed against your cheek softly. He looked up at Hope, her desperate matching blue irises silently begging him.
A leftover daughter, right, Dad? Had he made you feel like that? He couldn't tell. Ever since Hayley died, he crawled into a wheel of uncertainty. He was buried underneath the earth of mistakes and enemies he had acquired. His own mind being the mastermind of it all.
One thing he was sure, the two of you were always and would always be equal in his heart. He'd have to make sure that you understood that. The last thing he could do as he lived was fail you.
Hayley would be so disappointed.
Just like Kol requested him to, he snapped out of it. The fear of facing your uncontrolled abilities materialised in the image of numbness in your eyes. He couldn't lose you. And he wouldn't. But his brother was right, inserting a dagger in your heart wouldn't make the situation better.
He had to learn from his mistakes at some point.
Your gasp as you returned to reality sent guilt right into his chest. Hope cradled your body in an embrace, mumbling I'm sorry's repeatedly. Everybody watched in expectation of your reaction. The furrow in your eyebrows as you studied your surroundings were a small indication that you were coming back.
Blinking slowly, you looked down at your sister with widened eyes, “Did I hurt you?” the question slipped as you noticed the blood in her clothes and the hole in her blouse.
Hope's tear-stricken expression switched to an amused one, “What do you think?” then, she started crying again. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those things, I—”
The pang in your head made you wince slightly. The memories coming back.
You squeezed her arm, shaking your head, “It's fine. I don't know why I lost it. I'm sorry.” a frown etched into your forehead. “I didn't mean it, Hope.”
Meeting your eyes, she knew what you were talking about, “No, I am. I shouldn't have pushed you. You were right. I'm reckless and irresponsible and paranoid and I never put your first. I'm sorry. I love you, I'll try, okay? I never meant to hurt you.”
You sighed, a sad smile pulling at your lips, “Yeah, okay. I love you too.”
She hugged you again and a grimace twitched your face, “Uh, you've got blood all over you, can you...”
“And whose fault is that? That was my favourite blouse!”
“That was not your favourite blouse. Your favourite is a red one with a sweetheart neckline—”
“And they're back.” Kol rolled his eyes fondly, leaving to go back to his room. He needed to get you form his bloody clothes, thanks to you.
“Should we stay?” Finn queried Elijah, watching you bicker over a blouse. Elijah smiled faintly.
“No. It's all dealt with.” His eyes caught his half brother's across the room before he and Finn left. Get rid of the dagger or I'll get rid of you. He knew Klaus could read his mind — not literally — as no one else were able to do. He hoped he would at least listen to this advice.
Or else.
“Did you dagger me?”
He blinked caught of guard by your sudden appearance in front of him. Face emotionless.
Hope and Rebekah had left as well. Probably understanding that you need to talk privately.
“I did.” He said, eyes softening. “Sweetheart, I—” he was cut off by your arms wrapping around him in an awkward movement.
You weren't the closest pair of father and daughter out there. You've had your disagreements, there was a lot in which the both of you were different. Hayley was the one that you clinged to. Ever since you were a child. He knew you missed her warmth, her words, her. One could never move on fully after losing a mother. It's heart-wrecking. If he had any say on it, he would've never let Hayley go. He'd surrender in a heartbeat.
“Thanks for bringing me back, Dad.”
Klaus let out a shaky breath, caressing the back of your neck. And still, with Hayley gone, there was so much of you that brought her back constantly. Your eyes. Your compassion, mostly. “Do not thank me. I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong. Once again I have let myself be taken my selfish reasons. Sweetheart,” he cupped your cheeks, and you looked up at him. “I'm sorry.” That was the sentence Klaus found more difficult in saying out loud. This turned on his back quickly when you and Hope were born. It wasn't a matter of ego, anymore. It was about not hurting you the way he had been hurt by the people that gave him life. He'd rather die than disapoint his daughters. “If you need time away, I understand. That was wrong—”
“Will you let me speak or I'm supposed to stay quiet the whole time?”
Klaus snapped his mouth shut.
You smiled, “Alright. Yes, that was wrong and selfish. But so was I. I was out of me, Dad. Honestly, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't done that. Hope, she— I can't even think—”
“Don't think. Nothing bad happened.”
“It might have!” You cried out. “I'm not okay. I don't know how to be okay. And I don't want to hurt anyone else in this process. What if the next time I snap it's you? Or uncle Elijah? Or anyone else?”
Klaus pressed a kiss against your forehead and brought you closer again, your shoulders slumped as you let you a sob. “I'm scared, Dad.”
“I know, I know.” He whispered, tightening his hold on you so you would calm down. “We'll get you help. You've been hurt, sweetheart. It's not going to be easy, it never is. But you'll get better. We'll be there.” He paused. “But first and foremost, don't ever think you are not loved by me. Or any of us. Is that clear? You come first. You always have and you always will. You and Hope.”
Hayley would've worded it out better.
You nodded weekly, averting his eyes.
“I'm going to make sure you don't feel like that anymore, alright?” He tipped your chin so you would meet his eyes. “You're not alone, honey,” the sniffles slipped from you against your will and soon the tears arrived. He dried one by one to then cradle your head against his chest.
Letting out a shaky breath, you buried your face deep into his shoulder. You were tired, but your family could give you strength. Even your mother — especially your mother — who might not be present but she was still there. You could feel it.
Your father smiled down at your bloodshot features, bopping your nose which made you crack a laugh. “Always and forever,” he whispered.
A promise.
“Always and forever,” you mumbled back, smiling in response.
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moremaybank · 2 years
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being the youngest mikaelson (maybe 15) and the boys being overprotective of reader and being close with Rebekah? (fem reader pls)
being the youngest mikaelson while having the boys be overprotective of you & being close with rebekah
warnings: slight violent themes (violent threat mentioned)
mikaelson siblings masterlist
being the youngest of the mikaelson siblings pretty much means that you're the child of 5 disastrous co-parents
like the time they ALL forgot about you being at school
"niklaus, you were supposed to pick up y/n from school today"
"need i remind you that i have my own actual offspring to take care of? why not ask kol, elijah? all he does is sit on his arse all day"
having to let them know your whereabouts if you don’t want them following you around the whole day
and i don't mean a text saying "at the st. james infirmary"
i'm talking full-on coordinates you got off google from pinpointing your exact location
okay, let's talk about the guys
they're all at different levels of insanity so we'll break this up
klaus: level 100
you've almost been daggered for wearing a backless dress
and for "sneaking out" (even though all you did was walk outside the compound to say hi to one of your friends that was just passing by)
don't even get me started on the look on his face when he walked into your bedroom to find you making out with your significant other without telling him
"you know, if i wasn't immortal i bet this would kill me. my littlest sister being deflowered right in front of my eyes"
"you are literally the most dramatic person on earth. deflowered? it's called kissing. and we all know you've done far worse. is your child's existence ringing any bells?"
he's always the first one to threaten any potential suitors
“if you hurt our sister in any way, your death will be spectacular. i can assure you that”
“can you relax? this is literally our first date”
now let's move onto elijah
elijah: level 50
he's the most level-headed of all the mikaelson brothers so he's not thaaat bad
he doesn't lose his mind about you unless he really has too
like that one time he caught your ex cheating on you
man went berzerk
he compelled your ex to the priesthood/nunhood (ok, he got this idea from klaus & although he's not proud of it, he has no regrets)
he's the one who's always pestering you for your location updates (especially when you started going out without your very own mikaelson-sibling bodyguard)
"you informed me that you were going to rousseau's, but i tracked your cellphone & it seems to be showing me that you're in texas. care to explain?"
look, i didn't say you made things easy on them, did i?
you're a mikaelson for god's sake
it's in your very nature to deceive your siblings and do your own thing
lastly, let's discuss kol
kol: level 1-100
the man is his own kind of unhinged if we're honest
he's super chill & then two seconds later he's lost his damn mind
"you snuck out without informing me?! are you insane?!"
*two seconds later*
"bring me next time, though. i wouldn't mind sneaking out at 2am to get drunk either"
he escorted you to a school dance once (mostly because he saw one of your teachers before and thought they were hot)
which didn't suck
it was definitely better than having klaus as your escort
but nevertheless, it did suck when he compelled anyone who wanted to dance with you to get out of his face
brothers
actually, can i rephrase that?
1000 year old, original vampire/hybrid brothers
your sisters are the best though, so let's chat about them
they aren't as overprotective because they understand the whole "independent woman" thing
rebekah always helping you with your hair & makeup when you go to fancy events or you’re going on a date
she compels random women from the street to try on the outfits you're debating so you can choose
fighting over shoes with them (mostly rebekah, she can never peacefully part with her loubitins)
freya puts a special spell on you to ensure your hair & makeup stay in place all night when you have events to go to
going out for mani/pedis with rebekah and freya
extravagant shopping sprees with one sister on each arm
rebekah and freya being your hype-women
being able to talk to them about anything & everything with them
sister spa days
binge-watching current tv shows/movies with your sisters and singing along to your favourite disney movie songs with them
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