#wayward mikaelson

[wayward-mikaelson]

Distance pt.1 (Daniel Brühl x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1242

About: After your visit with German actor and boyfriend, you have to head back to the states for work.

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: None

*This work is written for the 18 and up crowd. By clicking "keep reading" you are acknowledging and agreeing that your 18 years or older.*

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Forever Tags: @hobby27 @donnaintx @myinconnelly1 @elansaidaris @magssteenkamp @440mxs-wife

Daniel/Zemo Tag: @saturdaynightzemo @dailybruhlfic

The warmth of the morning sunlight beat through the window and hit your face. It felt nice, yes, but you had to roll over and bury your face into the cool skin of the person that laid next to you. You took in a deep breath to see if you could still smell the lingering smell of the woodsy cologne he wore. You could. The corner of your lips tugged into a small smile as you exhaled and wrapped an arm around your lover's bare torso and snuggled closer to him.

“Darling,” the morning rasp of Daniel’s voice caused your ears to perk up. You loved it when his voice got like that. You’d do anything to hear his voice like that. You felt the bed shift around beside you. “Darling,” Daniel repeated again, this time you felt his hand on your face.

You opened one eye and saw that Daniel had sat up on his right arm. He brushed the hair from your face and smiled down at you once he saw you fully open your eyes. His dark brown eyes never left your face. You knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“I know,” your voice was soft as you said it first. “I gotta get up and catch my flight.” You felt like your heart was about to burst saying it out loud. 

You had spent the last two weeks in Germany with your boyfriend. It was the first time in almost three months that you and Daniel had any kind of quality time together. Daniel had taken you to his favorite places, again, and that included his restaurant, for the millionth time. It had been a blast until last night when you realized that it would be your last night with him. You had to go back home to the states for your next job. You weren’t sure when you would see him next and that made your heart ache.

Distance was cruel sometimes.

Daniel and you met in Atlanta while you were working on the set of Captain America: Civil War. You were just a crew member and your number one rule, it was a huge rule for you and you alone, was to never get involved with an actor. That was due to their busy schedules and the fact that you would most likely never see them for months at a time. 

That all changed when you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and bumped right into Daniel. His coffee had spilled everywhere on the front of his shirt and yours. You had been horrified but, luckily, for you, he wasn’t filming yet and it was just a random shirt. He brushed the whole incident off and insisted that you didn’t need to clean it.

The two of you started out as friends, talking and getting to know each other. While working on set, he’d take you out for coffee. Evans and Mackie teased you all the time about it, but the teasing never bothered you. Out of all the people you communicated with on a daily basis, Daniel was the one you talked to the most. It never seemed weird to you. You loved talking to him and talking to him made everything about your day feel better. Daniel had become a safe place for you and it didn’t take you long to realize you had feelings for the German-Spanish actor. You began to crave his presence each and every day while working on set.

It wasn’t until about a year later, after the very last scene you worked on Civil War, you guys ran into each other again. This time in London, you were working on another film and ran into him while dining at a small restaurant. The two of you hung around the restaurant until it was super late. You didn’t want to go your separate ways so you invited him back to your hotel room for a couple more drinks. It didn’t take long for things to heat up and the clothes to come off.

That was nearly four years ago.

Four years of making a relationship work with an actor, despite the number one rule you had, had years ago.

“I’ve enjoyed our time together,” You could hear the sadness creeping into Daniel's voice. He didn’t want you to leave at all either. He loved being with you because you brought out the good in him. He won’t admit it to you, but he hated the time and distance away from you. He wished that he could wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you in his arms.

 “It’s such a shame you have to go back.” His fingers traced around your bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I had so much more planned.”

You took a deep breath and sat up into a sitting position. Daniel soon followed. “I wish there was more time, but I gotta get back to start this new project.”

Your job wasn't hard, but it was very demanding. You got to travel the world with well known actors, directors, stunt doubles, etc. and everything was paid for. It paid well so when you had breaks from traveling, you had a little apartment in the suburbs of your hometown that you would stay in for a month or two. It was nicely furnished and whenever you traveled, you let your brother stay there to take care of your two cats. 

Daniel bit his bottom lip and sighed real deep. “I know, I know,” you spoke Daniel's unspoken thoughts before he could. “One day, there won’t be time nor distance between us.” 

“I know,” Daniel whispered as he brushed hair out of your face. “Why don’t I help you pack up your things while you shower, my love.” 

The rest of the time, it was silent. It always was whenever one of you had to leave. You showered while Daniel packed up your things. You contemplated staying an extra day and calling your boss about the delay. One more day couldn’t hurt. When you stepped out of the shower and got dressed, you noticed your bags sitting by the door. Your jacket, laying on top. 

The two of you went around the corner to the small little coffee shop that you loved. Once the two of you ate and had a small cup of coffee, Daniel called you a taxi and helped you load up. Before you could get into the backseat, Daniel took hold of your upper arm and spun you around. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what was wrong, Daniel's lips were already pressing against yours. You sighed and melted right into his arms. 

“I love you,” Daniel whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your head. 

“I love you, too,” You loosened your hands and let go of the front of his shirt. When you looked up, you saw the softest smile on Daniel’s face. “I’ll call you when I land,”  you stepped back and settled yourself into the taxi. 

“I look forward to that.” 

As the taxi pulled away, you looked behind and watched as the man of your dreams grew smaller and smaller. You hated this feeling more than anything. You hated that you had to go or that he had to go. You hated everything about your situation and arrangement.

Distance was cruel.

Distance was a bitch.

#wayward mikaelson #marvel #mcu #daniel bruhl imagine #daniel bruhl fanfic #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #marvel fanfic #marvel imainge #baron zemo #zemo #helmut zemo

[waywardblazer]

Centuries

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst…but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Prompt: Hours before the curse is broken, you briefly bump into the infamous Klaus Mikaelson for the first time but you see something inside of him that’s unexpected.

A/N: Should there be a pt.2 where y/n reunites with Klaus??? 🤔

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Tonight was the full moon.

That meant that it was the night that Klaus would finally be able to break the curse. The curse that binded his werewolf side and stopped him from becoming a true hybrid.

Despite everyone’s attempts, there seemed to be no way around it.

Stefan had taken Elena away for the rest of the day after Damon force fed her his blood. You had also heard about Tyler rolling back into town meaning that Klaus would have everything he needed. The ritual was going to happen regardless of what anyone wanted.

In the Salvatore mansion, Elijah had just gone over the plan once more to ensure that it would work. You were there simply so he could be certain.

“If the plan does not succeed, my brother will become The Original Hybrid by the time the full moon completes its final phase.” Elijah informed, his gaze moving from you, down to where he was fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

You gave him a small nod. “It’ll work Elijah. I…I know it will.” You attempted to reassure him, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. He studied you for a moment before exiting the room. You watched him leave, sighing quietly to yourself.

Much to The Salvatore’s dismay, you found the existence of the Originals to be rather intriguing and had spent the better part of the last month or so getting to know more about them. By them, you meant Elijah, since he had been the only Original the gang had encountered. That was not including Klaus when he had been in Alaric’s body. In return for your curiosity, Elijah seemed to have grown fond of you.

Right now however, you weren’t of any help to anyone. You needed to get out.

Even though the mansion was exceptionally large you felt too pent up. So you headed off to the lake. At least there you could have a brief moment to think alone.

It wasn’t far, so once you made it you took a seat on the bench, staring out at the lake as the afternoon sun slowly made its descent over the horizon. The remaining light seemed to bounce off the water’s surface, making it look as if it shimmered.

“Is this where you go to get away from the Salvatores?” An strangely familiar voice spoke from behind.

You stumbled off the bench with a gasp and spun around on your heels only to come face to face with a rather tall man. Your breath hitched and fear immediately swept through your body the second you realised who it was.

“Klaus.” You breathed out, taking a nervous step backwards.

“Relax, love, I am not of any threat to you.” He reassured with a gentle grin, hands raised briefly in surrender. “I am simply savouring the last moments before I become my true self.”

You watched him wearily. Part of you wanted to run, but you dreaded what he might do if you tried.

Klaus’ grin seemed to fade. He couldn’t just see the fear in your eyes but he could also hear your heart as it pounded within your chest. He dipped his head and stepped away, creating some distance between you both.

“It’s a beautiful sunset, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in an attempt to spark some sort of conversation to break the tension.

Looking up, you couldn’t disagree that the mixture of red, orange and purple colours that lit up the sky was beautiful.

“Yeah…it is.” You mumbled quietly.

Klaus smiled to himself as you continued to study him from where you stood. He could feel your eyes on him.

He remained silent for a good few moments before letting out a sigh. “I know you think you should be scared of me, but I assure you that you do not.”

“You want to hurt the people I care about so I think I have every right to be afraid.” You reminded him, bravely holding his gaze. You were surprised when he nodded in agreement.

“Fair point.” He replied. Then carefully took a seat on the bench. His gaze shifted to the ground momentarily before returning back up to you. “Y/N, if…there was another way—” He began but faltered in finishing what he wanted to say.

Your brows creased slightly as you searched his eyes. Eyes that remained on you. There was some sort of emotion hidden behind those centuries old eyes that you wouldn’t have imagined possible to find in the proclaimed evil Klaus Mikaelson.

It was Pain. Deeply rooted pain.

You didn’t know his story and yet it broke your heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes.

It made you wonder whether there was more to him than just how everyone portrayed him. That being known worldwide to be a ruthless mass murder, a monster and big bad wolf with no remorse was simply a facade to hide the concealed truth that maybe, just maybe he had a heart.

Turning to look back out at the lake, you realised that you had finally let your body relax. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. He had no need too. You mustered up the courage to sit down beside him. With a quiet sigh, you looked up at him. There were no words needed to be exchanged. You both just sat in a strangely comfortable silence.

As the night arrived, a chill filled the air. You shivered.

“You’re cold, love.” Klaus softly noted, a gentle frown of concern passing across his face.

You huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I’m alright.” You insisted. The way he called you love had your stomach fluttering in a way that made you mentally scold yourself.

Klaus didn’t seem to take that as an answer because he took off his jacket, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes appeared to sparkle under the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze. “Thank you Klaus.” You managed to whisper, pulling his coat around yourself for extra warmth.

He dipped his head. “Of course, love.” He uttered in a gentle tone before he stood up.

You tilted your head in confusion before spotting the moon high up in the sky. You looked back at him. You knew exactly where he was going.

“It’s time, isn’t it?”

The soon to be hybrid nodded. “It is.”

You let out a deep sigh. There was absolutely no way you could stop him and…you didn’t really want to anyway. No one should be denied a part of themselves.

“Go.” You said.

Only for a split second but long enough for you to see, he hesitated. Like he was reconsidering. But the urge to take back what was lost outweighed anything else.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He murmured, “Hopefully we’ll meet again under better circumstances.”

He then vamp sped off with a whoosh, disappearing in a blink of an eye leaving you alone under the light of the full moon.

“Bye, Klaus.” You whispered. “And…good luck.”

#this is shorter oops #klausy klaus makes my heart happy #he’s so soft #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #wayward fics

[chronic-escapixt]

Klonnie week - Lovers to Enemies:

Caught in the middle of a Mikaelson family dispute thousands of years in the making, how can Bonnie navigate being the object of Klaus’s affections and her responsibility to restore the balance of nature?

Esther quietly picked up on Klaus’s infatuation with the little witch, so she made it seem like it was his idea to invite her to their upcoming ball and he ran with it, personally delivering an invitation to the Bennett residence with an luxury diamond choker he picked out to adorn her lovely neck.

Everyone else found it odd that Klaus of all people would pursue a woman who could weaken him so easily but he was drawn to her strength, her ability to look him in the eye and tell him exactly what she thought with the power to back it up. Dominating a person with that much confidence was all the more enticing. Of course there was her beauty as well. Her hypnotic eyes, that if he stared too long at made him wonder if they were hazel or just green.

He couldn’t look away that night when she entered the foyer. The diamond of her necklace sparkled as did the glitter on the bodice of her black gown in the chandelier light. It fit her like a glove.

After greeting the woman of the house, Klaus stole her away to dance and drink the expensive champagne as he flirted flagrantly, flaunting his wealth and power as a means to impress her. Bonnie was agreeable with him as not to set him off, yet didn’t want to give him any wayward ideas about their relationship. She still didn’t really trust him but that night did show her a different side of the Original hybrid.

He brought her to his studio where he kept his artwork and supplies. She could see this other side of him in his paintings of nature and the way he talked about his art. This only made her feelings all the more complicated.

Esther underestimated her son’s affection for Bonnie but once she finally got Bonnie to herself, she brought her to their library. Bonnie was in awe of the seemingly endless shelves of grimoires from centuries of conquest and ancient texts from Esther’s coven. She praised the Bennett line for its power which she used to create the Originals in the first place but Bonnie already knew that. What she couldn’t predict is what Esther would say next, she asked for Bonnie to help her rid the world of her children. 

“As witches it's our job to maintain the balance of nature. A Bennett witch helped me to create the imbalance and now, I need you to help me fix it, Bonnie.”

She didn’t say yes… but she didn’t say no either. However, Esther was confident that the task weighed on her mind. 

Sure, she had her hang ups about Klaus but she didn’t want him dead. Though she’d never admit it outloud, she actually liked how he made her feel. He roused her defiance and tempted her to submit at the same time. Being with him was exciting and scary, like playing with fire.

Klaus found her thinking to herself alone on the balcony and quietly joined her. The energy between them had noticeably shifted as she kept her distance and only mustered a half-hearted smile when her eyes finally reached his.

His frown etched into his features as thoughts of their conversation filled his imagination. He needed to find out what Esther said to her.

#klonnieweek2023 #klaus mikaelson #bonnie bennett #mikaelson ball #tvd #klonnie

[keepsdeathhiscourt]

Series Masterlist (Ongoing)

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Read on A03

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Generational Trauma, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Originals Season 1 Rewrite, Original Female Character

Chapter List (Ongoing):

I. City of the Dead

II. King of New Orleans

III. Mirror Images

IV. Between the River and the Road

V. Dealing with the Devil

VI. Remembrance

VII. Memento Mori

VIII. Sharing Secrets

IX. Pressure

X. The Rebekah Mikaelson Home for Wayward Girls

#elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x ofc #elijah x oc #elijah x ofc #originals fic

[bluesadansey]

top 5 fav sapphics:)

book characters 

Ling Chan (The Diviners)

Piper McLean (Riordanverse) 

Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb)

Felicity Worthington (The Gemma Doyle trilogy) 

Addy Hanlon and Beth Cassidy (Dare Me) 

Delaney Keatings (Black Iris) 

Sydney Whittaker (The Truth About Keeping Secrets) 

Carmilla (Carmilla) 

Angela Montgomery (The Lynburn Legacy)

Jack Wolcott (Wayward Children)

tv characters 

Tara Maclay (Buffyverse)

Root (Person of Interest)

Willow Rosenberg (Buffyverse)

Emily Fields and Alison Dilaurentis (Pretty Little Liars)

Taissa Turner (Yellowjackets)

Addy Hanlon and Beth Cassidy (Dare Me)

Valencia Perez (Crazy Ex Girlfriend)

Hope Mikaelson (Legacies)

Rue and Jules (Euphoria)

Carmilla and Laura (Carmilla the series) 

Ty!

#because I did top 10s for the last one guess this is what I’m doing and I still couldn’t limit #Lol #asks #s speaks #usnaavi #Barely kept myself from doing honorable mentions too

[tribrvd]

❝ I've been through hell and back but I've emerged STRONGER and more determined than ever. I won't let my past define me ; I'll create my own D E S T I N Y. ❞

✧.* { DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL & SHE/HER & CIS WOMAN & 19/52 } Is that HOPE MIKAELSON? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty STUBBORN. How typical for a TRIBRID. I guess they must rely on their FIERCE side shining through.

CHARACTER STUDY.

NAME: Hope Andrea Mikaelson

BIRTHDAY: May 2nd, 2012

AGE: Forever 9teen / fifty-two

SPECIES: Tribrid (Werewolf, witch & vampire)

HOMETOWN: New Orleans, LA

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Mystic Falls, VA

FAMILY.

MOTHER: Hayley Marshall

FATHER: Klaus Mikaelson

STEP-FATHER: Jackson Kenner

GRANDPARENTS: Esther Mikaelson, Ansel, Mikael Mikaelson, Hayley's parents.

SIBLINGS: Marcel Gerard (Adopted brother)

UNCLES: Finn Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson

AUNTS: Freya Mikaelson & Rebekah Mikaelson

HONORARY FAMILY: Davina Claire (Aunt), Keelin Malaraux (Aunt), Mary Dumas (Grandmother)

PERSONALITY.

LABEL: The Catalyst

POSITIVE TRAITS: Brave, ambitious, compassionate, determined.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Guarded, impatient, impulsive, unpredictable.

FEARS: Not living up to her families expectations, losing the ones she loves.

AESTHETICS.

Uncertain paths, tears from laughter, spirited debates, never taking no for an answer, confidence that could kill, driving fast with the windows down and music loud, dancing in the rain, worn leather jackets, paint stained hands, blood stained hands, living up to be her families legacy, drunkenly dancing on tables, voice sweet as honey, saving everyone but herself, stargazing on the lawn, thunderstorms and combat boots, black lace, watercolors, a blank canvas, the smell of acrylic paint, fierce loyalty, late night runs in her wolf form, grimores full of rewritten spells, soft glow of candles.

ABOUT.

Hope's wiki can be found here, everything about her is canon until the end of the show.

Hope's entire life was flipped upside down when she lost her parents, and in losing her parents - she felt as if she lost her entire family. Immediate, and pack.

She never felt as if she belonged anywhere in the school, but that changed when Greyson showed up. Though he was older than her, she felt closer to her pack than she had before. Seeing Greyson also gave her the hope that there was still some Crescents around.

While he was at the school, Hope grew protective over him and the friendship budded between the two.

Try as she might, Hope ended up falling in love with Landon. As time went on, Hope learned that Landon was the son of the very thing that wanted her and every other supernatural creature dead. Landon was to be the vessel for Malivore.

Time went on it was revealed that the only one who could kill Malivore was Hope, with her tribrid blood. The problem was, Hope wasn't a full tribrid yet. With the help of her Aunt Freya, she became the full tribrid. She searched endlessly for ways to kill Malivore without killing Landon, but couldn't find any other way.

It came down to saving the supernatural world, or saving Landon. Hope knew she had to make the hard choice, so as she struck Landon/Malivore with the blade made of her blood, Hope turned her humanity off.

She was an absolute menace without her humanity.

When it wasn't one thing, it was another. The school was now dealing with a world ending God.

In the middle of dealing with the God's, Hope's humanity switched flipped back on just in time for the final battle.

She very hesitantly made a call to Greyson to see if he could come help, the more hands the better.

After the battle with Ken was won, the school celebrated in their victory as well as mourning the loss of those who've they lost.

Hope began to make a pack of her own in Mystic Falls, recruiting wayward wolves who had no pack, wolves who once had a pack but got hunted down, and when things finally settled down enough, Hope went back to New Orleans to visit the remaining crescents. She recruited them as well, blending the pack into one as she took her spot as alpha, making Greyson her second.

New Orleans still wasn't safe for the crescents after everything, so Hope suggested they move to Mystic Falls. When they did, Hope acquired a piece of land in Mystic Falls near the lake. Soon, she had small cabins and houses being built. A new home for the crescents.

One night, while Hope, Lizzie and Josie were all consoling each other over the loss of Alaric, Josie wished her dead could be brought back, and Hope agreed, wishing they were all back. Unknown to them a jini was eavesdropping.

The dead came back with a rush, then a slow trickle but still no Alaric. Reaching out to Landon, they came to the realization that Alaric was never in limbo.

Years went by, people went missing and according to Landon never showing up in limbo. They realized they were dealing with yet another new monster.

As the years went by, Hope grew closer to Greyson, the friendship between them blooming into something more. It scared Hope, because she didn't have the best luck when it came to that department, in one way or another they always ended up leaving. However, she wasn't always subtle about the way she felt for him.

Just when it seemed like they were both going to admit their feelings for each other, Greyson died.

Hope was never good at dealing with the death of those she cared for, so she held off on the Crescent's funeral for Greyson and magically preserved his body until she found a way to bring him back. Finding a way, Hope brought Greyson back and since then things have been different for them.

Doing her best to distract herself, Hope's been focusing on strengthening the Crescents, keeping them safe while the soul harvester was out and about, and trying to find a way to figure out what it was that was holding souls from crossing over.

#sanguishqs.intro

[femslashrevolution]

Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:

Abigail Blossom x Thomasina Topaz (Riverdale)

Alice x Ludmila (Rune Factory)

Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

Buffy Summers x Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Charity Dingle x Vanessa Woodfield (Emmerdale)

Dawn Solano x Wickie Roy (Girls5eva)

Eve Polastri x Hélène (Killing Eve)

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Kate Kane x Sophie Moore (Batwoman)

Laurel Lance x Nyssa al Ghul (Arrow)

Luíza x Valentina (Stupid Wife)

Nyssa al Ghul x Sara Lance (Arrow)

The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:

Alana Bloom x Margot Verger (Hannibal)

Alina Starkov x Genya Safin (Shadow and Bone)

Andie Bustamante x Liv Rooney (Liv and Maddie)

Andrea Sachs x Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)

April Young x Rebekah Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)

Blair Waldorf x Jenny Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

Camina Drummer x Naomi Nagata (The Expanse)

Cassandra x Rapunzel (Disney Princesses)

Christine Chapel x Nyota Uhura (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves (Wayward Sisters)

Dina x Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

Flynn x Julie Molina (Julie and the Phantoms)

Hope Mikaelson x Josie Saltzman (Legacies)

Kim Kelly x Lindsay Weir (Freaks and Geeks)

Maya Hart x Riley Matthews (Girl Meets World)

Vivian Shing x Wilhelmina Pang (Saving Face)

#femslash revolution #femslashrevolution #wlw ships #sapphic #femmeslash #mod post #popular pairing list #Rarepair Thursdays

[adeathsentence]

5. a kiss on the temple.

spots to kiss.

 There had been a particular thrill in being involved with a Slayer; perhaps not to the degree she’d been with others given this arrangement had far fewer strings, something she hadn’t done since before she had Hope, but Hayley was finding that of all the stressors that the French Quarter riddled her life with, Faith wasn’t one of them. Sure, she’d been rather direct, obstinate, and sometimes outright rash and hostile but…that had been Hayley plenty of times, too. Yet the common ground had been found soon after their initial encounter, and when Hayley found herself sitting alone at the end of the day, she also found herself heading out into the night to find that wayward, eccentric woman she couldn’t seem to keep away from. They should hate one another, should want to rip each other’s throats out–and maybe they still did–but instead nothing of that sort ever seemed to happen. Maybe they caused a few public disturbances or even vandalized an abandoned building with their…strength, but in Hayley’s defense, Klaus did far worse!

Yet this particular night had been different. Faith was elusive and insisted Hayley couldn’t join her on whatever mission or task the Slayer had committed to. She wanted so desperately to object, to insist she’d be there by her side, that she could help fight whatever it was–just like she had each and every time with the Mikaelsons–but one look from the Slayer conveyed everything. Whatever it was, she needed to do it for herself. Even though Hayley’s wolf inwardly bristled and raised its hackles in protest, she nodded, relenting and conceding to the Slayer’s insistence. “Just know I’ll be–” That’s when it happened: a hand went around the Hybrid’s neck, pulling her in as she expected something entirely different to happen. Instead, the Slayer’s lips found her temple, a firm and lasting kiss imparted on her skin, a silent promise that she’d return. Hayley was too dumbfounded to react as Faith stalked off, stake in hand, and left the Hybrid in her wake.

#hurtemback #v: Five by Five in the Big Easy #FAITH'S SIGNATURE KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!

[perfaede]

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despite my aurora / klaus & aurora/klaus/lucien tag i actually do not give a shit about aurora and i only recognize her as having a relationship with klaus because it was his first canonically meaningful one and i enjoy the fucked up dynamic between those three. i cannot stand aurora in canon and i don't know why they would even... bring her back only to make her body swap with hope like.... absolutely what sense does that make?

#legacies spoilers #all due respect from the jump all aurora wanted was klaus & for elijah to die basically #she really has no reason to be going after hope in any capacity considering the boys are already dead #not to mention the sheer lack of thought that was put into this #anyways. legacies stop mentioning my man #the amount of emphasis on hope and klaus is like fine or whatever but can we get more hayley mentions???? #can hope even mention in passing that she talks to marcel???? #both of her aunts at a point in time raised / helped raise her and we have brief cameos in which they inexplicably leave after that #if you don't care about the mikaelsons that's FINE but. come on lmfao #marcel and davina and keelin are all right there!! #marcel is her fucking brother!! outside of hayley & freya & rebekah he should be the person she's closest with #yea even moreso than klaus who was never fucking there canonically #marcel was! hayley was! freya & rebekah were! #not even just them. #mary dumas. declan o'connell. can we get a shout out to cami or to jackson. #like it's ridiculous. #legacies is not a spin off it's basically what the supernatural version of wayward girls would've been lmfao bye #tired of the if you hate fun just say that posts i hate fun then!! #if it comes at the expense of previously established characters.

[samantha-thewinchester]

I’ve been watching and reading the 100 recently and I now have another show that stabs me in the heart 24/7.

#avenger #avengers endgame #avengersinfinitywar #the black widow #avengers age of ultron #natasha romanoff #supernatural #the scarlet witch #wayward sisters #allison argent #teen wolf #the 100 #clarke griffin #octavia blake #hope mikaelson #legacies #Charlie Bradbury #The hunger games #katniss everdeen

[wayward-mikaelson]

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#Wayward Mikaelson #Live Forever #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #bucky barnes x female reader #The Winter Soldier #Captain America

[waywardblazer]

Anger is a Powerful Emotion

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Angst - technically it’s more strong violence, fluff, implied smut

Word count: 1.5k

Summary/Prompt: You’ve kept your anger buried but it’s forcing itself to the surface and you can no longer ignore it. Who better to help you let it out than Klaus Mikaelson?

A/N: This better reach the right people! It was written at 3am but I edited as much as possible

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There it was again. That undesirable feeling of a burning flame rising from deep within.

You feared it would consume you and it took every ounce of your internal strength to fight off the urge to scream and punch the nearest wall.

For years, you had constantly bottled up your anger anytime you felt it. It didn’t matter what the cause was, you just had a habit of pushing it down and writing it off as nothing.

Maybe that was because it had been expected of you given you were seen as the sweet, happy and innocent young human among the immortal family you lived with. Either way you rarely allowed yourself to explode. Especially not in front of others.

This time however, was different. Nothing major had triggered it. In fact, it was the smallest inconvenience that came with getting your password wrong that had you feeling like you were about to burst.

You tossed your phone, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to take an exasperated breath.

There was a faint knocking sound. “Are you alright, love?” A familiar British voice spoke.

You looked up to see Klaus standing in the doorway. He looked concerned as he studied you from where he stood.

“I’m fine.” You snapped unintentionally, taking another deep breath but the burning flame inside of you failed to ease.

Klaus frowned, stepping inside the room. “You’re not, what’s happening?” He asked more sternly.

“Go away Klaus.” You wrapped your hand around your wrist, clenching so hard that your nails dug into your flesh enough to cause a sharp stinging pain.

Your breath came on shallowly as you turned away to look out the window that overlooked the streets of New Orleans. You tried to steady your breathing but your eyes burned with tears and you had to fight back the urge to let them fall.

Anger curled hot and persistent in your gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn you from the inside out. The more you tried to push it down the more determined it seemed to want to burst out of you.

“I said. I’m fine.” You snarled through gritted teeth.

Klaus must have caught onto the situation because, without another word he strolled over to the other side of the room where the fireplace was and grabbed a stake from the metal bucket beside it. He then vamp sped over, appearing in front of you.

Any sane person would say that violence was never the answer, but this was Klaus Mikaelson. He dealt with his anger and let it out by either daggering, lighting things on fire, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies and victims or never passing up the opportunity to violently kill anyone in his path.

“Take it.” The hybrid instructed.

Your head was spinning too much to question him so you did, snatching the stake out of his hand. You clutched it tightly, but still remained frozen in place. Your body trembled as your blood boiled inside of you.

“Come on Y/N, have at it. You know you want to.” He challenged, a slight grin tugging at the edge of his mouth.

Your jaw was tense and nostrils flared, but your instincts told you to resist. You had spent years fighting every urge to lash out and naturally, you felt it was wrong to start now.

Klaus leant forward so he was eye level with you. “Let. Go.” He commanded, in a low growl.

You finally gave in and let out a yell of frustration. You swung the piece of wood with a surprisingly tremendous amount of force, striking Klaus right across the face. You didn’t think twice before you struck him again, causing him to stumble backwards a little.

“Yes love! Keep going! Let it out!” Klaus barked encouragingly, wiping the blood from his mouth and regaining his composure.

You dropped the stake, your vision blurred to red and you let out a growled yell as you shoved him aggressively against the wall. You threw several blows to the Hybrid’s stomach. They weren’t perfect but they were fuelled with pure rage so they were powerful enough to knock the air out of him.

For a human you were quite strong.

He allowed you to flip him onto the ground—you weren’t a vampire so he helped—pinning him down. You reached over and seized the stake you’d previously dropped.

Your eyes were blazing and tears were now streaming down your face as you raised the stake high above your head. Your hand shook, as your body appeared to hesitate your next moves.

Klaus let out a wheezed chuckle. “Do it.”

“I—I can’t.” You whimpered, momentarily torn between fighting the overwhelming anger urging you to finish the job or giving into it.

He flashed his golden-amber wolf eyes and simultaneously the black veins spread just under them. “Yes you can! You can’t kill me, love. Don’t fight it.”

You let out what sounded like a mixture of a sob and a growl followed by a primal scream that ripped through your throat as you gripped the weapon with both hands and plunged the stake straight into his chest, only narrowly missing his heart.

The hybrid beneath you let out a choked gasp as blood oozed from his mouth. He groaned as you quickly yanked it out, tossing it aside. Blood flowed out of the wound, yet he forced himself to sit up, resting his back up against the nearby wall.

“You’re quite the little fighter.” He commended.

Your vision returned to normal and you let out a hushed sniffle as your breathing slowly tried to regulate itself.

“Feel better, love?” Klaus asked slightly breathless.

As you took a moment to process, you noticed the weight that had been lifted from your chest and the rising temperature sensation had eased.

“Y-Yeah, I…do.” You murmured, sounding a little more surprised than you’d hoped. You looked up at him, face tear stained and exhausted.

He smiled sweetly, a quiet sigh of relief leaving him as he allowed you to lean against him. His shirt was now bloody but the wound had already healed. He began gently tracing your skin, the way he knew you liked it.

“Why do I get like this?” You whispered, your heart rate slowing and your body relaxing under his touch.

Klaus gently kissed the top of your head. “According to Camille, anger is a powerful emotion and is not meant to be suppressed.” He explained. “I believe it has something to do with adrenaline and triggering the flight or fight response.”

You giggled and stared up at him with adoring eyes. Of course he had taken that away from one of the many times the psych major had psychoanalysed him. “You spend too much time with Cami.” You pointed out.

Klaus shook his head and chuckled. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pulled you a little closer. “Okay then, let me tell you what I think.” He murmured. “From my experience, anger is forged when you wish to no longer feel a certain pain. It is often the way we respond to oppression or when we don’t understand something and is what happens when we desire to feel an ounce of control over something we have no control of. If kept buried, it burns away inside of you like some volcano ready to explode. You cannot deny yourself the right to express and release that otherwise it will lead to ruination.”

He then gently turned your head so you were forced to look up at him. His expression was bound and determined. “Listen to me love, if you ever feel on the verge of bursting again, come to me. Do not allow it to control you as it controls me. But I beg of you, to do your best to not let it get to this point again, find a release that is more healthy.”

“Says the hybrid who basically invented anger issues.” You teased, “but how might I do that?”

Klaus scoffed. “If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you, but I assure you that Cami would have thousands of suggestions that she would be more than willing to share with you.”

You nodded, sitting up. “She’d probably advise me not to let you help me because a Mikaelson is never the best at dealing with their own anger issues.”

“Well, she’d be right.” The hybrid replied begrudgingly.

You smiled softly, staying silent for a moment while you simply admired him.

“Klaus?” You eventually hummed, catching his attention. “Thank you.”

He beamed, eyes soft and loving. “You have always been the one to quell my rage, I am pleased I could do the same for you.”

He made a move to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the wall, closing your eyes and leaning down into a kiss.

When you pulled away a gentle smirk was tugging at the corners of your lips. “I like an angry Mikaelson though.” You whispered.

“Is that right love?” Klaus asked, grinning as he slinked an arm around you.

You nodded, then let out a yelp as he suddenly vamp sped you over to the bed so that within a second he was on top of you.

You stared up at him, biting your lip as he revealed his hybrid eyes and exposed his sharp fangs in a grin that would naturally terrify anyone. But not you.

“Then let me return the favour and allow me to show you how I release my anger.”

#reader is prone to anger #i really was just feeling angry when writing this lol #you get to stabby stab klausy klaus #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #he quells your anger #the originals #wayward fics

[animaliabby]

Oh so the CW can pick up some spinoff about Hope for The Originals but they can't pick up the Wayward Sisters for Supernatural? 🤔

#supernatural #wayward sisters #the originals #hope mikaelson #im sorry but who wants a spinoff about Hope? #i didnt ask for that #at least wayward sisters would have a plot the writers could work with #what does Hope do other than sulk about her oh so terrible life ans drool over a boy #yeah id love to see five seasons about that #fuck off CW

[keepsdeathhiscourt]

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama, Gore, Depictions of Violence, Death

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Chapter 10: The Rebekah Mikaelson Home for Wayward Girls

Elijah dreams. An endless loop of images, fabrications of his unconscious mind that meld with a thousand years of memories into a dizzying blend of joy and agony. But he does not wake. The ash-tipped dagger in his chest ensures it.  

It is far from the first time his brother has imposed this particular punishment, and through each daggering he maintains some shred of himself, enough to understand that he’s asleep—most of the time.

He leans against the base of a pale oak. The dense stand of trees at his back shiver in the breeze, their weighted boughs unburdening themselves of fragrant white blossoms as the birds chirp out the songs of new spring. 

The last snow of a hard winter is behind and the entirety of the village is out to banish away the cold and welcome the coming of the warmer months. 

In a sunny patch, Rebekah settles in the grass with a handful of village girls, her coltish legs stretched out in front of her to work on her offering. She hums sweetly, tongue peeking out in focus as she weaves the choicest of her harvested early blooms into a crown of flowers. 

A shout rings out. Elijah follows the sound with his eyes to a point just beyond, hand hovering over his dagger. He eases when he finds the source. Niklaus pins Kol to the ground, the sound of the younger boy’s outrage being what reached him. Just beyond, Henrik’s head shines like gold in the sun as he watches his brothers spar in a mixture of glee and envy. 

Father and Finn are already hard at work erecting the altar alongside the other men. The task of collecting kindling is assigned to the younger boys. His eyes fall to a discarded pile of twigs beyond his wrestling brothers, duty forgotten. 

He should intervene, coax them back on task, lest they risk provoking Father. His anger has always made Elijah nervous, a feeling that only builds with time. With each passing year, it seems his outbursts are more frequent, ramping up in intensity. He lashes out at all of them save perhaps Henrik, who is still too young to enrage him. But the greatest burden of his rages always, always falls on sensitive, gentle Niklaus. For him, the words are sharper and the blows harder in a way that only grows more disproportionate as his brother edges closer to manhood. Though he would never admit it out loud, lest he injure his adolescent pride, he worries for his brother. 

As if sensing his thoughts, Niklaus lifts his head, strands of long hair mussed from his efforts, and diverts his attention from Kol’s thrashing to meet Elijah’s stare. His lips curl into a triumphant grin, the one that shows his dimples. 

Oh, let them have their fun. For a little longer, at least. Besides, Elijah has his own offering to consider. 

He gives his brother a nod, leaving them in the clearing to delve deeper into the woods. 

The light stretches between the branches. Early afternoon eases past midday. Later, under the full moon, the community will gather to celebrate the spring and leave their gifts for Freyr. 

He’s been tracking the stag for an hour now. The bow grip is rough beneath his calloused palms, his steps light as keen eyes follow the soft imprints of hooves in the brush. 

The pigs, grown fat through the winter, will be sacrificed. But Elijah wants something special to give for reasons beyond religious devotion. Though he’s past the infatuations of adolescence, he is not immune to the desire to impress a maid, especially not a fierce, wild beauty such as Tatia. 

His lips still burn with the memory of kisses stolen in quiet moments between chores and duties. These are memories he squirrels away, to revisit like a hoard of treasure. 

He hopes the stag will be enough to assure the young widow of his ability to provide for her and her child. 

A rustle of movement steals him from thoughts of Tatia. He pivots to the left, bow drawn, and freezes.

There, in a slight clearing between the trees, stands the stag and it is beautiful. The column of its elegant neck strains toward, unaware of his presence as it bellows for its mate. 

Slowly, very slowly, he reaches back to his quiver. His fingers brush through the feathered fletching as he draws an arrow and nocks it. 

He inches forward. A twig snaps. The beast reels its great head around to face him, lovely dark eyes wide and nostrils flaring.

Elijah is not sentimental, not in matters of survival. Yet, he finds himself reluctant to snuff out such a life.

He hesitates.

The stag is about to flee. He sees it in the tensed muscles, the trembling limbs. It forces him to make a snap decision. 

The arrow propels from its rest, sailing forward in a straight arc.

There is a thud as it lands, a wail of pain, the rumble of the creature colliding with the earth. 

And then silence. 

The regret is instant. His hands tremble as he approaches his quarry, his bow discarded somewhere behind him. The creature is still alive, barely. Its chest heaves with the strain of its final breaths. Half tangled in the brush, it thrashes feebly to free itself. He approaches it with a cautious reverence, determined to ease its final moments. 

The hide is wiry to the touch as he sets a hand to its ribs, murmuring soothing, senseless sounds. With his other, he untangles its legs. He strokes it a few times in reassurance, avoiding its wide eyes as he unsheathes his dagger. The creature settles beneath his ministrations, movements becoming less frantic. He continues to soothe the beast, careful in his motions lest it catch a glimpse of iron. He steadies himself with a cycle of breaths. The dagger rises, and he thanks the stag for its life and nature for the gift, just as his mother had taught him. 

Elijah exhales. The blade strikes true. Straight to the heart, death is immediate.

But something happens the second he hits his mark. Beneath the dagger, the beast transforms. Hooves and haunches yield to long legs and fur to thick, dark hair matted with blood. 

Desperate and frightened, he turns it over onto its back. He cannot contain the cry of horror, of grief, as he stares into Tatia’s dark, sightless eyes. 

What has he done?

Trapped in the recesses of his mind, there is nothing to do but weep and wait for this dream to end and the next to begin.

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It’s a fourteen-hour drive from Mystic Falls to New Orleans. When she isn’t flipping through radio stations, Rebekah spends most of the trip trying and failing to stay out of her own head. 

For the first couple of hours, her thoughts are cotton candy sweet. Memories of sunset kisses in Rome and sipping expensive champagne in Paris as she stares into Matt Donovan’s baby blue eyes. She never expected to like him as much as she does, but something about his self-effacing, small-town quarterback charm has allowed him to worm his way into her affections. 

It’s a dangerous place to be if she’s being honest with herself—something she’s been working very hard on lately. Despite all of Niklaus’ jabs, she is well aware of her tendency to dive blindly into love. And it would be so easy to let herself fall in love with Matt Donovan.

She also knows that her love interests tend to end up dead. While Matt has many good qualities, durability is not one of them. 

That’s why, somewhere in Arkansas, she resigns herself to letting him go, to accepting their European tryst as a passing fancy. Painful, but better for them both in the long term.

Beyond an aching heart and an unfortunate confrontation with some vulgar nightwalkers in a backwater dive bar, she reaches the outskirts of New Orleans with relative ease. 

She fiddles with the dial, settling on a classic rock station. Not her favorite, but the only thing coming through without static in this part of the state. In the convertible’s rearview mirror, she dabs a finger to her cheek, determined to clean off the blood before it dries into a disgusting crust. 

Each mile that brings her closer to the city forces her to confront her growing anxiety.

It’s been weeks since she’s heard from Elijah. Some amount of distance between her and her siblings is normal. When tallying time in the centuries, it’s not unheard of to go months without contact. Yet something about this stretch of silence seems off. One day, Elijah has been proselytizing about the baby as a chance at redemption for them all and trying to convince her to join his latest crusade for Niklaus’ soul. Then…nothing. 

If the abrupt drop off in communication is strange, his refusal to answer any of her calls over the last two weeks is damning. 

The headlights catch the trees as she turns onto the unpaved back road, their trunks made skeletal by the beams. 

She sighs. 

Though she would rather die than say it out loud, she’s worried about Nik too. She knows him too well to believe he’s as indifferent to his new situation as he would have her believe—not her mercurial, sensitive brother who lashes out when things get tough and turns to violence instead of dealing with the deep well that is his emotions. All she can hope is that whatever outburst he’d chosen to vent upon Elijah, it’s something they can come back from. 

The tires crunch against the dirt as she urges the car to a stop. The white doric columns frame the mansion, adding to its imposing aura. She’s out in an instant, the red door closing behind her with a slam as she tries to call Elijah one more time.

She gets his voicemail. Again. 

“Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done.” She uses the irritation to propel her towards the door. It makes it easier to forget where she is. “I’m here, and I’m worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door.”

Her heels echo against the front steps. She doesn’t bother with the doorbell. It’s not like she needs to be invited in. 

The foyer is just as she remembers, even at first glance. Her eyes graze over the intricate white panels, the priceless runner, the carved stair railing—

“Who the hell are you?” 

She checks at a woman coming down the stairs. Her dark hair hangs in a curtain just past her shoulders, her brow arched in question over hazel eyes. 

“Oh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car—get them, will you?”

The woman’s plump, bowed lips curl into a wry smile. Rebekah barely registers the fire iron in her hand until she sets it down. 

“Hello,” she says. “Not the maid.”

Recollection stirs. She’s seen her face before. 

“Right. You’re that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up,” she replies, rocking back on her heels. Her eyes rake over the woman’s slim frame, curiosity getting the better of her. “I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural miracle baby bump. Guess you’re not showing yet. It’s Hayley, isn’t it?”

“You have your brother’s manners.”

“And his temper, too, so watch it,” she fires back. Exchanging cuts with the wolf girl is all well and good, but she’s been on the road for a day straight and her patience is wearing thin. “Where’s Elijah?”

She cranes her neck, straining to survey the landing at the top of the stairs, down the long hall in front of her, as if she might glimpse him. 

“Beats me. He’s long gone.”

Rebekah’s focus snaps back to the wolf girl. “What do you mean, ‘long gone’?”

Hayley shrugs. 

“Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into—he was all poetic about how we’re family—and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that’s what I get for trusting a vampire.”

Though it only confirms what she already suspects, dread sinks in all the same. Whatever happened to Elijah, Nik is behind it. 

“Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn’t break promises.” Defensiveness creeps into her tone. It’s not Hayley’s fault, not really. There’s no way she could know how wildly out of character his disappearance is, but it feels better to vent her worry somewhere. She exhales, “Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. 

Hayley comes down a few more steps, looking perplexed. Rebekah pays her no mind. She has a bone to pick with her brother. 

“KLAUS! Get out here and tell me what you’ve done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!”

The doors at the end of the hallway swing open. Somewhere overhead, the floorboards creak. But Rebekah has no time to consider because at that moment the object of her anger steps out into the hall. 

“Enough with all the shouting,” he says reproachfully. Then he stops, seeming to register her presence for the first time. “Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?”

“They were very rude,” she sniffs. “Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that’s right, you don’t have any friends.”

“I do have friends.” In any other situation, the defensiveness in his voice would have been amusing. Right now, it’s infuriating. “I have Marcel. You remember him, don’t you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the ‘King of the Quarter’ now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It’ll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.”

“I don’t care about Marcel or his rules,” she snaps and ignores the way her stomach swoops into the floor. “Elijah doesn’t welch on deals. What did you do to him?”

“Perhaps he’s on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around.” She wants nothing more than to rake her nails across his smug face. She opts for a storm-off instead. “You remember this house as well as I.”

She freezes, turning to face him. Her voice is low and full of venom when she says, “I remember everything.”

The siblings lock eyes, blue on blue, stuck in a silent stand-off. 

The stairs groan. Her head snaps towards the noise, breaking the tension. 

Near the top of the stairs, Rebekah finds another young woman, watching her from the railing. 

“Oh, for the love of — Are we running a boarding house now, Nik?” she cries, throwing her hands up. “Who the bloody hell are you?” 

“Rebekah, meet Lucie,” Niklaus says, with that damned smirk of his. “I’d suggest you play, nice. You never know when you may be in need of her services.”

“'Services?' — Ew!” she cries out, feeling ill. “A prostitute, Nik? Really?”

“Excuse me?” 

She ignores her brother’s restrained delight for the woman at the top of the stairs. 

Her eyes are narrowed, glaring daggers down at her. She’s a little slip of a thing, slight even at this distance. But she doesn’t flinch when Rebekah levels her with a withering look of her own, only tightens her grip on the banister. 

Brave, but stupid. Oh, well. She’ll be easy enough to humble. 

Before the situation can escalate, Niklaus interjects, “Easy now, sister. Lucie is a witch. She’s graciously agreed to assist us.” 

A witch? Rebekah’s nose crinkles in distaste. Lovely.

She looks from the girl to Niklaus and back again, suspicious.

Where in the hell had he found this one?

It takes only a cursory glance to know she’s not Niklaus’ type. Dark-haired, where Nik leans to blondes. Though she supposes that didn’t stop him from knocking around with the wolf girl. Rebekah shudders despite herself and turns her attention back to the witch, eager to move away from the topic of her brother’s sex life.  

Her hair is swept up into a ponytail that falls in a wave of messy curls over her shoulder. Large brown eyes stare at her from a heart-shaped face. Her posture is rigid, but Rebekah senses something softer behind it, an aura that all but screams ‘save me’—

Rebekah rolls her eyes. 

Elijah. 

She should have known. Her older brother is nothing if not predictable. She only wonders how long after meeting the twit he’d waited before charging in to play knight in shining armor. 

She resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. Here she is with one brother missing and the other inexplicably in possession of a familiar pregnant werewolf and a less familiar temperamental witch. She has no idea what’s going on. 

It’s all very annoying, but she supposes she should count her blessings. It could be worse; she could be staring down yet another simpering doppelgänger. Rebekah nearly snorts. God knows she’s seen enough of Tatia’s face to last ten more lifetimes. 

“Congrats on the collection of supernatural captives, Nik. You almost have a full set. Now where is Elijah?”

Her brother isn’t listening. She stamps down her impotent fury as he sails past her and towards the door, typing on his phone. 

“Where are you going?”

“It appears the night is not quite over yet,” he explains, not bothering to look as he grabs his keys. “I’m off for another drink with Marcel.”

“Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel’s empire piece by piece. I don’t remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.”

That gets his attention, she notes with satisfaction. It’s short-lived. The look on his face as he turns to her warns her he’s about to say something rude. 

“I know you don’t have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink,” he says, dripping with condescension. “And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the ‘how’ so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn’t make my to-do list today.”

With that, he turns and leaves, the door closing behind him. But not before adding, “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.”

Well, she was right. That was very rude. And she’s no closer to finding Elijah than when she got here.

She sighs, rounding on the two women staring from the stairs. 

“You,” she calls up to the witch, who’s making her way down the stairs. “What did the locator spell tell you?”

She halts her descent. “Locator spell?”

“You mean to tell me you haven’t even tried one yet?”

“I didn’t—I…thought he left.”

Perfect, just perfect.

“Must I do everything by myself?” Rebekah groans. At least the girl has the good sense to look sheepish. “Wolf girl, I’m going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You’re helping. You too, witch. Come on.”

Something in her tone works because the other women fall in line behind as she leads them deeper into the house and towards the winding staircase that leads to the cellar. 

She pauses, hand on the doorknob, and turns to the witch girl as if something had just occurred to her. “You’re not pregnant too, are you?”

It’s a joke—sort of. She fights a smile as she’s rewarded with a look of abject horror. 

____

“This home once belonged to the governor. He had lots of secret rooms. I’ll show you his favorite,” she explains as they arrive in the middle of a dank cellar room. Cobwebs line the walls, only adding to the musty, morbid atmosphere.

She hears a gasp over her shoulder. While she isn’t sure which girl it comes from, she knows what they’ve found.

“Are these…coffins?” Lucie asks, incredulous at the same time Hayley says: “You think Klaus killed him.”

Rebekah sighs, rubbing away the dust tickling her nose as she roots about near the caskets. 

“We can’t be killed, silly girl. That doesn’t stop Klaus from finding ways to torture us. He has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box until he decides to pull the dagger out. That must be what he’s done to Elijah.” She pauses in front of a black box near the middle. “This one’s mine.”

In the corner of her eye, she spots Lucie poking around by a few of the other coffins as if she wants to peek in but is simultaneously repulsed by the idea. 

Hayley sidles up to her. “He keeps your coffin on standby?”

“He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah’s isn’t here—he must’ve stashed him elsewhere.”

Lucie joins them, arms crossed over her chest. They’re close together like some strange sort of team huddle. 

Even in the dark, Hayley looks green. “I feel sick.”

Never prone to coddling, Rebekah says, “Welcome to the family, love. You should’ve run the second you realized Elijah was gone.”

“Yeah, well, the witches have put some sort of hex on me. As long as I’m carrying this baby, I can’t leave New Orleans. If I do, they kill me.”

“Well, knowing Klaus, he’s planning a box for you the second you give birth to whatever’s cooking in your tum. And you,” she turns to the other girl, “You should make yourself scarce the first chance you get. I’m not sure how well you know your history, but witches don’t fare well where my family is involved.”

They’re both watching her anxiously. She avoids their eyes. While Rebekah isn’t without sympathy, it’s best not to get attached. “I’m leaving as soon as I find Elijah. Being daggered in a box for decades sucks, trust me. You both need to get out of here as soon as you can.

“You, witch. Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To the attic. You’re going to try a locator spell.” 

Welcome to the Rebekah Mikaelson Home for Wayward Girls, she thinks bitterly as she leads them both back up the stairs. 

#elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson x oc #elijah mikaelson x ofc #keepsdeathhiscourt fic #original female character #elijah x ofc #elijah x oc #the originals fic

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Tag Dump - Muses, 2/?

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ would you spread wide your arms for this wayward son? ╱ billy marsden ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ push my buttons you’ll be pushin’ up daisies ╱ brandon mikaelson ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ it’s mind over you don’t matter ╱ briana utonium ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i’ll put you in your place ╱ bryce buchanon ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ this girl right here’s gonna rule the world ╱ caitlin pevensie ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ checkmate ╱ caladium waltz ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i’m miles past normal ╱ carter (van helsing) hansen ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ some princes don’t become kings ╱ chad charming ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i’ve had enough ╱ charlene possible ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ ain’t got time for messing around and it’s not my style ╱ charles of maldonia ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ i wonder till i’m wide awake ╱ charlotte pevensie ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ they say pressure makes diamonds; how the hell am i still coal? ╱ chloe northwest ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ shoot my cupid out of the sky ╱ dahlia white ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ be careful what you bottle up ╱ dakota mankey fenton ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ don’t water me down to feel like you leveled up ╱ dana hatchback ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ no shred of evidence cuz i don’t bleed ╱ daniel davis ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ it’s all about what’s inside ╱ darla lincoln ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ it has nothing to do with magic or entertainment; it’s about friendship ╱ dell ‘philby’ o’keefe ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ you know i love to riot ╱ devon buchanon ◞ #꒰ ♡ ꒱ it doesn’t pay to be a good kid ╱ dex grayson ◞

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Daniel Bruhl (+Characters)

Please note that none of these works are written by me and all credits are returned to their respective owners. I’m just here to provide a list of fics that i personally love so that you guys can enjoy too!

Updated: 27/4/2022

Legend:

🦋One-shots/Imagine/Headcanon

🌼 Completed Series

❄️ Uncompleted Series

Daniel Bruhl

🦋 Black Lotus by @mypoisonedvine Hacker!Daniel 

a malicious hacker has taken ctrl control of your laptop and wants you to do some very specific things to get it back

🦋 Tom Foolery by @bruhlsbees Clown!Daniel

the one where reader fucks a party clown

🦋 Something Just Like This by @wayward-mikaelson

your father takes on a business partner, who captures your eye and makes your ex jealous.

Laszlo Kreizler

🦋 A Slow Game by @noforkingclue Dark!Laszlo 

You were his maid, just his maid, nothing special. At least, that’s what you saw yourself as. If you had known his plans for you maybe you would’ve thought twice before entering the lions den.

🦋 Broken Wing by @bruhlsbees

laszlo catches reader attempting to play the piano

🦋 Courting the Occult by @eli-the-thinker Vampire!Laszlo

People had tried to warn you against getting involved with him, society told tales of occult, blood drinking monsters who loved nothing more than to feed on young beautiful women. Many of your acquaintances claimed that he was one of them intent on keeping you as a source of life blood and pleasure. They may have been right, but either way, you couldn’t care less.

🦋 Mourning by @noforkingclue Dark!Laszlo

Laszlo pursuing a recent widow

🦋 Set a Foul to Catch a Foul by @rosemaremembrance

After having an erotic dream about Doctor Kreizler, you are entirely unable to get him off your mind. Much to his pleasure.

🦋 The Somnambulist by @rosemaremembrance

Doctor Kreizler takes a particular interest in your habit of sleepwalking, and elects to use hypnosis as a means of controlling your symptoms.

🌼 My Body is a Cage by @mypoisonedvine

working with Dr. Kreizler and his rag-tag team of investigators began mainly as a favor to John, your closest friend from childhood, but emotions complicated things (as they tend to) when you developed an interest in the enigmatic alienist. emotions, like instincts, are natural and hard to avoid. Dr. Kreizler tries to anyway, an alpha so suppressed he’s often confused for a beta. but you never made that mistake; no, your mistake was falling for him

Father Padre Antonio

🦋 Poor Unfortunate Soul by @rosemaremembrance

A priest walks into a bar. How does the rest of the joke go, again?

🦋Salvation In Destruction by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

❄️ Confession by @norabrice1701

You’ve harbored a crush on your church’s priest for years, and after your first year away at university…well, don’t they say confession is good for the soul?

#daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist #father antonio #father antonio x reader #dark!laszlo kreizler #dark!daniel bruhl #intruder #daniel bruhl x you #daniel bruhl smut #laszlo kreizler smut