Gracie Leanne Mikaelson

Daughter to Tatia Petrova and Elijah Mikaelson. Gracie was born to a witch, by a spell Esther did to remove Gracie from Tatia womb and into another before the ritual. Gracie is still alive and is human thanks to a preserve spell, though there is a problem. Gracie has lung cancer. TVD AU | Indie Blog

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I have decided to move Gracie over to this account. Feel free to follow if you’d like. xx :)

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I have decided to move Gracie over to this account. Feel free to follow if you’d like. xx :)

[ask-gracemikaelson-blog]

I have decided to move Gracie over to this account. Feel free to follow if you’d like. xx :)

[ask-gracemikaelson-blog]

I have decided to move Gracie over to this account. Feel free to follow if you'd like. xx :)

[metdeath]

          He’s a little more than confused. “I— no?”

[ask-gracemikaelson-blog]

    "Oh, that's good. Would hate to hear your day isn't go well. --I'm Gracie."

[simple-shifter-sam]

"Well I’m glad you think I’m all those things. That’s all that matters." Sam laughed softly. "And you didn’t run away when I told you I can turn into a dog and you manage to deal with all the crazy that goes on in Bon Temps. I think we’re about even Gracie." He teased with a chuckle. Sam ran his thumbs over the top of her hand as she rested them gently against hers. He had never believed he could have a life so good. He couldn’t help but smile up at her. "C’mon now, you relax. There’s no reason you need to be up and on your feet." He insisted but then broken into a laugh as she nuzzled close to him once more. "I think those pregnancy hormones are really gettin’ to you." He teased and ran his hand lightly over her hair and kissed her head. "I love you Gracie."

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Gracie found herself blushing at his words, "You make the cutest puppy, Sam! I could just cuddle you!" She wrap her arms around his neck and giggle as she hugged him before kissing the top of his head. "But... ugh, I'm not even going to bother arguing with you." She groans softly before sitting on the bed and fold her legs underneath her. She laughs at his comment, "Hey! It's not my fault my husband smells good all the time. You smell like daisies and rainbows and sunshine." She giggles and lets out a hum of content as his lips pressed against her forehead. She looked into his eyes, "I love you too." She kisses him softly and grunts as she felt a kick, "And apparently she does to."

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     Marcel stepped closer, he wanted to be the one to hold her, to tell her it would all be okay. And yet here they were, she was crying, and holding herself for comfort and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. “Gracie…” Before he could finish something unexpected happened, was she actually touching him? Actually seeking him out for comfort? His arms wrapped around her slender frame, and even if she were to push him away afterwards, it was worth it for that moment of connection. “More people care about you than you think. I care about you, I care about you a lot.” His chin settled atop her head, and yet again he was hit with that question he had been asking himself for years. How could he have done this to her? “I’m not asking you to flip the switch… Gracie… I’m sorry. If you want to continue to be mad at me, I’ll understand but I had to try to fix this. I messed up. I’d say this is probably the biggest mistake I ever made if I’m being honest about it.”

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    As he said her name her eyes fluttered closed. She missed the sound of her name coming from his lips. She sniffled softly while slender fingers clung to his shirt in comfort, she shut her eyes as he spoke of more people cared about her than she think and she couldn't see how. Outside of her relatives and of course there is Davina, her and Davina were very close and fond of one another - along with Camille. But that was about it. She didn't trust anyone or their motives, not even the vampires that were occasionally assigned to look after her - Elijah and his damned paranoia. She opened her eyes and slowly brought her gaze up to look at him, "Marcel?" She says softly, "I will forgive you this last time... but if you betray me again... it will not be by my family hands but it will be by the hands of a mere human.... my hands. Do you understand me?"

[simple-shifter-sam]

"I’m glad you slept well." He smiled and watched carefully as Gracie asked their child questions about breakfast. He chuckled when the baby kicked at the mention of a meaty breakfast. The shifter gave a sarcastic laugh. "For her sake I sure hope she doesn’t have my brains. She’d be much better off in life with yours." He smiled up at her, his hands resting gently on her stomach. Sam could feel a gentle kick under one of his hands and it made him smile even wider. As hectic as life could get in Bon Temps, for the moment everything felt right in the world. "Alright, why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll cook us up a nice breakfast and we can figure out what we’d like to do today." 

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"I'm glad you slept well too." She smiles happily. Their eyes locked and she giggled at his mentioning of hoping the baby would have more so her brains than his, "But you are so smart and sweet and sexy and din't run away when I told you about my crazy family." She laughs. Her hands rested gently against Sam's as his was pressed gently upon her swollen belly, any day now Gracie would be in labor, bringing forth a beautiful baby girl. She perked up when he mentioned breakfast, "No, let me help you! I'm still a tad bit mobile." She chuckles as she pushed the blankets off her body. She ran her fingers through her fuzzy mess of hair but stopped when she got a wift of his scent again, making her move closer to him and bury her face into his neck, "Oh my God you smell like heaven." She admits with a soft smile, giggling lightly.

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Those tears of hers gave Marcel a sick feeling, all of those years of guilt piling up on his chest. What did he even have to say for himself? Nothing that made any sense, that was for sure. “For me, there’s a lot to think about when it comes to you Gracie. I care about you, I know you’re not going to believe it but…” Who was he fooling? Coming back like this to try and ask for her forgiveness was just proof that he only cared about himself. His presence was toxic, he knew he would only bring her down and yet here he was. “It doesn’t matter if you’re a Mikaelson or not. You’re a good person, and that’s hard to come by these days. That is why I care about you. I messed things up, but… Gracie don’t cry like this, come on…”

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   Her sniffles were soft as she tried to keep up that barrier she held against him all these years. Even when they were standing in the same room with the rest of her family, she was distant and didn't say anything, didn't even bother with giving him a glance. As he spoke she looked down towards her feet, wrapping her arms around herself for her own warmth, "That's the thing, Marcel. I am a good person and I'm always taken advantage for it. Not a lot of people truly care about me... I know my family does, but before all of that all I ever really had was myself." She took a small step forward and nuzzled her face into his chest, something she hadn't done to him in years but she also wanted to hide her face so he wouldn't have to see her cry, "I'm sorry for having emotions, okay?! I can't just flip the switch like the rest of you!"

[ipreferhandsome]

                   { ♕ } —- ” Hmph— ? “          [ sleepy Rock is sleepy. insert yawn here. ]                                    ” Gracie — hey. “

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       [ Gracie smiled softly and gave a wave. ]

   "Howdy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake     you... I'm just a little lonely..."

[inperpetualnight-archive-deacti]

Christian smiled towards the girl before noticing that she has cancer. He extended a hand towards her.

❝Just came here for business that's all.❞

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   Seeing his extended hand she took a gentle hold of it and shook it with gratitude before slowly letting his hand go.

       "Oh, business. Sounds fun." She jokes with a soft giggle before gesturing to the empty seat across from her, "Would you like to sit down?"

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   Anyone want a thing from older!gracie?

[mournus]

Nine-hundred plus years? Sounds awful. Her stutter instantly put a devious grin upon his face. She’s stuttering. She’s afraid. She’s stumbling over her words. She’s shutting up- giving in. And yet…

"You are boring.” he stated with a roll to his eyes, “I’m used to people begging, crying and you— you’re fucking just here saying ‘Yeah sure why not?!’ It’s fucking annoying. Yeah, it just takes a freaking— wave of my wrist or whatever but exactly. It’s so simple. Too simple. I want you to cry. I want you to scream.” he slowly moved closer to her- a hand shot up to grab her wrist; squeezing her tightly, not yet enough to leave a bruise. Or rather, not yet enough to break her wrist.

Inhaling deeply his words came out in a growl, “I want you to show me your fear." black began to seep through his eyes, trailing through his veins the speed blood does in water, the pattern lightning does in the sky, "Show it to me.”

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When he spoke of her being boring her eyes shifted from side to side, "I never said I was trying to be amusing..." She says softly. Her eyes widened as he spoke to her words she had never been faced with before. Her eyes were watering with that look of shock still itched over her face. She flinched when he grabbed her arm and tried to yank her arm back but he was stronger. Feeling his grip tighten around her wrist she hissed and whimpered softly from the pain, she knew he could break her like a twig.

"No!" She shouted and used her free hand to punch him as hard as she could in the chest. "I'm not showing you anything! Why would I cry and beg over something that'll happen reguardless?! Let me go! Let me go, let me gooo!" She yelled feeling angry instead of afraid, her free hand still pounding against his chest and shoving him as hard as she could.

[ask-gracemikaelson-blog]

      "I really crave pizza. Can tonight be pizza night? P l e a s e?

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The elder smiled towards the young girl, trying not to bring out his hatred for the Mikaelson family. He did hate them but planned to play it cool for a bit.

❝You must be Grace? I am Mr. Salvatore. Stefan and Damon’s father.❞

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Gracie was sitting down on her lonesome, sketching out the imagery that was firmly stuck in her mind. She sniffled a little and her hand came up to adjust the tubes that ran along her face, then continued with what she was doing. When she heard someone say her name she paused and immediately looked up to see whom it was, listening to him introduce himself. Immediately a warm and friendly smile came to her features,

"Oh, yes I am Gracie. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Salvatore. What brings you to New Orleans? If I may ask."