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Hey!

I'm Vee, this is officially my writing side blog. I definitely have a focus on The Originals/TVDU. But I am a nerd so perhaps others as well I'll be posting both Oc's and Canon bc screw it. Self indulgement!

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Ramble Posts <3: (Mostly from the spam blog)

Mikaelson's Aren't the Originals[Diff Species] Dark!Bonnie being so sick of everyone choosing Elena. Somehow that ends with Elena/Bonnie Like Nephew/Auntie ALSO Dark haired boyes and their Auntie Kol and Elijah deserve to have MOMENTS The Doppelganger OCs

TVDU Masterlist Post

Challenges, Canon Based Fics, OC based Fics based in The Vampire Diaries and The Originals Universe

TVDU OC Post

TMA Masterlist Post

[Statements Recording...] OC Posts

[I am Really Really trying not to over think that my bias in TVDU is Elijah Mikaelson and TMA is Elias Bouchard... Probably a little TOO telling about my taste in characters.]

Current Challenges I'm working on and the Progress:

@/thesapphicdiariesweek [update] list |@/women-of-whump-week [update] list

Also almost Forgot- yotp - [J/E - Jackson/Elijah | T/E - Tristan/Elijah]

May Drabble Mastlist

[thesapphicdiariesweek]

Two months until TVDU Sapphic Week!

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Welcome to The Sapphic Diaries Week! This is a new event celebrating sapphic/femslash fanworks across The Vampire Diaries Universe—TVD, The Originals, Legacies, and everything adjacent.

The event will run September 20–26, 2026 (mark your calendars!) and welcomes all types of fanworks.

For more details, check out the Introduction, FAQ/Rules, and Prompt and Activity List—and if you have questions, feel free to drop them in the ask box.

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[Introduction Post] ✶ [Rules and FAQs] ✶ [Prompt and Activity List]

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Tagged by @crimsonlyinglilly

Screw it, the current end segment of my fem hybrid Elijah fic!

"How sweet. There's a reason I never wished you to join us as we left, Tristan." Eliyah said. "You're a Tyrant who hides behind titles." "Tyrant? Oh, love, you adored how I treat you." He said and reached to brush hair from her face and Jackson caught his wrist. "Don't touch her." He said annoyed but calm. "Isn't bullying a pregnant, Married woman a bit far?" Tristan pulled from his grip. "Bullying?" He chuckled. "You barely know me." He said and let his eyes scan over Jackson. "I do wonder at her decision at marrying you." "I was wondering the same thing." He said. "It's was arranged." Eliyah said to Jackson. "I wasn't asked or talked to until it was already decided I was to marry Tristan." "Wow. At least I actually asked." Jackson drawled. "I was happy to say yes." She told him with a soft smile. Tristan's smile turned brittle as he watched. The moment was broken by laughter and mock howls.

@crimsonlyinglilly tagging you back!!!

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Tagged by @icarusofathousanddays

Ummmm, is it still meant to be last line? because yours was a whole segment. But here? cw Incest ... :/ sorry?

Elena walked to him and leaned up to kiss him, John tensed but was already kissing her back, Isobel's words repeated in his mind as she just watched them pleased as Johns hands wrapped around her waist.

So um... Isobel/Elena won one of the polls then I was talking with... at? @crimsonlyinglilly and got caught in a plot bunny, so heres where I am up to?

Tagging @icarusofathousanddays tagging you back! @crimsonlyinglilly @klelijahotp and @neeeeeeeeeklaus as well! [no pressure as always!]

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Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @icarusofathousanddays - Amnesia!Elijah with Caroline AU :)

She couldn't lie that it was nice having Elijah's attention so focused on her most of the time, and his power and presence had made plenty of things easier.

(Currently writing so... wrong/right moment to tag me :D )

@icarusofathousanddays ? Tagging you back again 💕☺️

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Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @icarusofathousanddays and @klelijahotp

That was how Silas found them after he crashed through Qetsiyah's spell, the two woman curled into each other, asleep and seemingly relaxed, he just stayed silent as he watched them in surprise.

Nothing new, so, the last line of a Sapphic Week fic :)

Tagging: @crimsonlyinglilly @neeeeeeeeeklaus @icarusofathousanddays @klelijahotp continuing this and as always, no pressure, ofc

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Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @klelijahotp

Finn looked conflicted, finally seeming to have realised what he had said.

I was getting ahead of my win of my Mikaelson OC Poll thing since I ended up deciding to rewrite Rory's story as well and Literally just finished it! [I'm making an educated guess she's gonna win]

Tagging: @crimsonlyinglilly @icarusofathousanddays @neeeeeeeeeklaus and @klelijahotp if everyone’s okay being tagged again, since I know you've all been tagged once!

[icarusofathousanddays]

TVDU OC Appreciation ↬ Penelope (@whoreallyevenknowsanyway)

In Penelope's earliest memory there is a garden.

When she chooses to go back, to walk backwards through the fields of recollection, it is always summer in their garden and Penelope is small again, sat in the warm of Amara's lap with the whole green world roaring up around her, and the sun on her. She thinks she remembers the sun most of all. It comes back to her warmer than it could ever truly have been, warmer than any sun since or any still to come, a heat poured thick as honey over everything and never once cooling, never once sliding on toward evening—no, this sun only holds, holds, holds—

And she is beloved and beheld in the warmth of this recollection of memory, this reminiscence of a young girl who had not yet experienced the cold, in this single gold suspended hour that has gone on shining inside her longer than most kingdoms have stood.

The garden around them is bursting.

She remembers it bursting—beds crowded and heavy and spilling over their own low edges, roses and lilies and the small blue flowers whose names she never thought to learn all in bloom at once and none of them in season, flowers that could never in the waking world have opened on the same day opening anyway, crowding thick and impossible up out of the dark soil, more of them than there was ever room for. She knows, the woman going back into it knows, that no garden ever grew this way, that she has crowded it and warmed it and hung it heavy in the years of coming back to it—but the child does not know that. The child only sees a world green everywhere she turns her small head, green and gold and endless, the whole earth in flower and no notion anywhere in her that a single blooming thing could ever wither, because she is too young to have watched anything die, and so in this one garden—and only in this one—nothing ever has.

And she is so very small in it.

She is always small in it. She cannot go back as she is now, grown and old and knowing—she has tried, and the garden will not have her that way, will not let her in unless she comes small, low to the warm ground with the whole green world huge above her, seeing it exactly as she saw it then and no other way.

She would give a great deal to walk through it once with a woman's eyes, to stand up tall among the flowers and understand what she was looking at, but the garden opens only to the child she was, and the woman she became waits at the gate, and so every time she returns she is small again, and safe again, and the knowing goes out of her altogether, the way it always does, and she is just a child in a garden with the sun holding overhead—

In the garden she is small and Amara's lap is the safest place in all the world—a distant memory she has been looking for the way back to it ever since.

Her mother leans into Amara's shoulder and gives her whole weight over to it, easy, unguarded. Penelope did not know then that she was seeing anything rare, that in the years that followed that the sight of her mother's face is turned up into the light, her eyes half-shut against it, and her smile—so wide, so open—would be so infrequent that Penelope will stop on this one sight a thousand times across the centuries and never grow past it. That she will have watched her mother's face down all the years since, in every age and country and life, and never found that smile on it again.

That that smile lives here—only here.

"She has your eyes," her mother says, reaching down to touch Penelope’s cheek.

"No, my lady," Amara murmurs. "She has yours."

And the fingers lift from Penelope's cheek and find Amara's jaw. Her mother tilts it, turning Amara toward her until the two of them are looking into one another, and Penelope is only a small warm weight held between them, forgotten for the moment, gazing up from underneath at the green light through the leaves and her mother's hand cradling the face of the woman she loved.

"She's got the pair of us in her," her mother murmurs into Amara's eyes, "and you've got me, and I you. It comes out the same in the end, doesn't it?"

Penelope does not remember what Amara said back, if she said anything at all. She was too small and too warm and too safe, and the sun was so gold and so heavy, and she only smiled up at the pair of them, wide and gummy and knowing nothing—held in the lap, in the first memorized summer of the only home she would ever have, while above her, out of her sight, her mother's cold fingers stayed closed on Amara's jaw and did not let go.

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Comfort in a brother's arms.

After posting them yesterday i couldn't stop thinking of Zeke/Oleander. Oleander is @cringewritinginprocess's Dahlia&Esther brother.

Ezekiel, the older brother who was brought back by his little sister and Oleander, the younger brother who was killed by his older sister.

It had taken Mikael six of their ill thought of indulgences, all of them ending in Zeke's death, to get to the heart of the matter.

Ezekiel's lips twitched at his accidental pun.

It was almost as funny as a Mikael's face when he discovered what was missing in his chest.

The wide eye looks of shock was an unusual expression for Mikael and yet it remained as his hand twitched in the empty space in Zeke's chest, the heart that should be there safe far away in a jar in his little sister's hand.

As it had been for centuries.

He had clearly planned end this encounter by tearing out his heart, unlike the times before when he had broken his neck, or drained him dry. Apparently the man hadn't realised he was the same person everytime.

Like he was the only person who could escape death.

Still his shock had given Zeke the chance to leave alive this time, and would make the next time he found him interesting.

However that left him alone until then, now Mikael knew Zeke couldn't risk him tracking him down and finding Ruth or Freya.

Dahlia would probably enjoy the visits from him but that would end Ezekiel's fun and break little Freya’s heart.

Ruth and Dahlia may hate their niece's love for the man to took everything from them but he couldn't blame the girl for loving her father.

“Brother?”

He blinked at the voice as it brought him back.

Oleander stood in his flat, or appeared to, Zeke's brother was dead in a way the rest of them weren't, in a way they should be.

Trapped on the Other side, visible to him because of his own mostly dead state.

Not just see, Zeke thought before he allowed his feet to move him, walking towards him and not stopping until he tripped him back onto the sofa.

“Wha-” Oleander started only to be cut off as Ezekiel followed him in the fall until he was laying on him.

Oleander was warm, hot, even as a phantom, just as well as Zeke was forever cold. He couldn't help but seek the heat and thankfully his little brother was indulgent.

Oleander brought his arms up, slipping one hand under his shirt to lay a palm on his lower back.

Zeke sighed in pleasure at it as the warmth slowly started to sink into him, shifting a leg between his brother to increase the contact and wrapped his arms around him.

A hand settled in his hair threading into it and brushing through it.

He had grown it long on impulse and found he enjoyed it, it made his resemblance to Dahlia starker, as well as the current age difference. She may have frozen her age now but Ezekiel hadn't aged since his death, making the once nine moon difference between them decades.

“How long can you stay this time?” Zeke asked voice muffled into Oleander’s chest. A distraction sure but better than dwelling on the widening gap between him and his once closest sister.

The hand in his hair tightened.

“However long you need me.” His little brother responded after a moment.

“Forever then.” he sighed, he was asleep before Oleander replied, the heat and gentle touches helping him feel more human than anything else ever did now.

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Sif Mikaelson

Age/Born: 21 [10th Century] ||Species: Original Hybrid|| Pronouns: She/Her|| Faceclaim: Sharon Stone

[Possible Romantic Prospect: ??]

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Sif tried not to notice her fathers preference with her as she grew, trying to keep her closeness to her twin and brothers. So she stuck with Niklaus or Elijah, they were the ones that treat her normally. When she was fifteen she noticed stares began to linger, Mikael became possessive at the interest from any man. But she, again, brushed it off. The man started to teach her to hunt, then fight around then as well. Most people ignoring the bruises on her skin of her wrists and arms, though she did her best to cover each mark. Shockingly, it seemed most of the siblings didn't notice. Elijah was the only one who did. Though, it may help that Sif was most comfortable with him, curling into her older brother on bad nights. Silent and finding it easier to relax or even sleep with her brother at her side. Feeling like a child but Elijah always allowed it, so she always ignored the internal fight and just let herself pretend that Elijah would protect her if she asked.

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Alexandre 'Xan' Gerard

Age/Born: 1807 ||Species: Vampire/Hellhound|| Pronouns: He/Him|| Faceclaim: Jacob Anderson

[Possible Romantic Prospect: ??]

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[1823] When Alexandre returned to the compound it was already dark. Later then he'd usually return, he kept his head down as he rushed past others and to his room. He rubbed at his split lip wincing then there was a light knock on his door. "Alexandre-" "I'm fine." He cut Elijah off, but his voice was rough and he heard the sigh. "I'm coming in." He said. "Are you decent?" "Yes." He whispered. He froze the moment he walked in. Then he was in front of him quickly, hand carefully cupped his jaw to tilt his face up to look at the bruises and split lip. "What happened?" "Nothing. I'm fine." He muttered. "This isn't nothing." "I messed up. It's... fine. My fault." He said shakily. "Alexandre-" "Please, don't make me explain." Elijah looked unsure and sighed. "Okay. But you know no matter what it wouldn't change anything." He said carefully. "I kissed a boy." He said after a moment of silence. "The way we were... I thought he liked me. I was wrong." He mumbled. "I was very wrong." His eyebrows drew together and pulled back with a wince. "You need better taste in partners." "I'm pretty sure I'm just destined to be alone. I could be killed for this Elijah." He drawled. "You need to learn to-" "It's not Just the queer thing, Elijah." He reminded him. "You don't and won't understand it." "... Okay." He nodded and shifted taking a seat at his desk and looked to him. "But I can help with the... 'queer thing'." He said. "But you like women?" "I've had relationships with men, as well." He said. "So, you're... half queer?" "I don't use a label. But yes, I've interest in more than just woman." "Ever been caught?" "Only by those who don't care." He said simply. "Yeah, that tracks. I can't imagine someone punching you for kissing them, you got the whole... conventionally attractive thing going on." "Conventionally? I'll assume that's a compliment." He said lightly. "It's not an insult." He winced again brushing away blood from his face. Elijah frowned and disappeared for a moment and returned with a dish of warm water and a cloth. He pulled the chair closer to him as he sat by on the bed. He slowly began to clean away blood from his face. "You know you don't need to pretend to care, right?" Alexandre offered as he did. "I care." "I remember how you where with us at the start. I also remember when you told us you were bored." He said softly. Elijah paused a moment. "I don't always say or do the right things. And you have no need to forgive my words and actions." He said calmly going back to clean away the blood. "But I still wish to help you." "...thank you." He said lightly. "Klaus is... great. But he does... genuinely seem bored of me. But he's still with Marcel all the time so... that's good enough." "You shouldn't keep sacrificing your happiness for his." Elijah said simply. Alexandre hummed in disagreement. "So... you've had male partners?" "Yes. More casual then serious relationships." He offered. "Especially young, around your age." He told him as he took his hands and wiped away blood. "I only really had relationships with other boys until I was older." "...Seriously?" "It wasn't seen as wrong as it is here. At least by the neighbouring village, my father would have been less impressed." He chuckled. "Mine would kill me." "Then he's not worthy of being your father." "He's not a good person." "I know." He nodded. "My first... relationship with a man was more covert." He started. "The son of a French count." He smiled gently. "He wasn't great, and I'm sure you'll have better taste yourself, but I was very attached at the time, and stayed still until we had... issues and he tricked me into turning him and not long later me and my siblings left their castle."

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Lifdis "Lif" Gerard

Age/Born: 1812 ||Species: Vampire || Pronouns: She/Her|| Faceclaim: Logan Browning

[Possible Romantic Prospect: Jackson or Eve?]

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"Will you ever turn me?" Lifdis asked him curiously when she was about to turn twenty. She watched him immediately tense and frowned. "I would prefer not too." Elijah told her simply. "Oh." He looked to her quickly as she'd already looked away, lips pursed in a not quite pout and eyebrows drawn together, the same expression she'd had when she was upset since she was a young girl. "Sweetheart-" "It's okay." She told him immediately. "No. Listen to me." He told her moving to sit by her. "You're human not a vampire. And you do not understand what you're asking me for." "I am not too young nor stupid to misunderstand that I wish to be the same creature as my family." She informed him. "It's because you're my family that I do not wish to turn you." "You wish to watch me die instead?" She asked looking at him in disbelief. "You're the only man I've seen as a father, but I don't believe you see me the same way. I am sorry if I over stepped." She told him. "I just wished to be like You." He frowned, "Lifdis, you are my family, as Marcellus is, I admit I see you as Mine, and Marcellus more my brothers but even so. You're both family. But to turn you, you are asking me to Kill you. You are asking me to curse you to be a beast I wouldn't choose to be myself." "But you are. As is Niklaus and Rebekah. And Klaus has promised Marcellus. Are you not able to do the same for me?" Elijah sighed lightly and thought for a moment. "We can discuss this... later. And figure out a compromise. What we should do first is make sure you're aware of everything that comes with being a vampire." He told her. "And I'll be talking to Niklaus to see how he is handling things with Marcellus." "That feels unfair." "How so?" "It feels like your fact checking me and want to put me off." "I do wish to put you off. Being a vampire is much more a curse then a gift." He informed her easily. "Now, we were meant to be organising your birthday party." She paused for a moment, "so, there's this-" "No." He cut her off. "You're not inviting a boy." "Elijah, you're being mean." She said, but there was the smallest smile starting on her lips. "No, I'm being sensible." He told her simply. "He's not coming." "You don't even know who it is!" "The wolf boy who has been hanging around you?" Lifdis stared at him, eyebrows raised immediately. "You're not courting him." "Elijah-" "He's not good enough for you." "You don't think anyone's good enough."

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July of yotp | Trope: X to Lovers

[my yotp masterlist]

Faction Parties and Casual Interest

Ship: Jackson Kenner/Elijah Mikaelson

AN: A No Mikael in 1919 AU, Friends To Lovers

Word Count: 824

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Elijah had always had connected to the wolves, though over all he tended to only having contact with the older wolves, the ones who would make the decisions. It was one of the Labonair's that had been determined for him to join them for one of their parties.

So he had, thinking he'd only stay a short time, but there had been one of the wolves, a newer turn by the way he still seemed to be shaking off the ache of his transformation, but his easy smile and the way others seemed to gravitate towards him... he couldn't quite pull his eyes from him.

"Jackson." A woman said and he hummed and looked to her. "That's Jackson Kenner, Mary Dumas's line. I'm Eve."

"Elijah." He said offered in return.

"I know, everyone here knows, you're the only vampire who was invited."

Elijah hummed and turned back towards the crowd. "You haven't set off your curse." He said calmly.

"I don't wish to do so." She told him.

"Most have different opinions."

"It's a monthly curse. Already have one of those."

He laughed in surprise. "It is of course your choice either way."

"I should think so." She said simply.

~

He turned up at the next party, and the next without prompting. "You know, you could just talk to him." Eve said casually.

"Perhaps I'm here to talk to you?" He said simply, "I rather enjoy another who cares not for who I am and to mock me. Usually that's just my siblings."

"Yes, but I'm not the one you stalk."

"I am not stalking anyone, Eve." He said immediately.

"Jackson."

"No."

"You just think he’s pretty?"

"Now this is far too teenage for us don't you think? Implying I have a crush on the man."

"Mhmm," she smiled, "he technically has a contract for an arranged marriage." His smile fell immediately, "and you don't like him?"

"It's certainly inappropriate now, even if I did."

"So I shouldn't offer you a drink." Jackson asked and Elijah paused a moment, eyes closed for a moment before he turned him to see the bottle Jackson held out to him.

"A drink isn't inappropriate, it is simply a drink."

"Then let's drink," he said as Elijah took the bottle. "I thought you'd have approached me sooner, it's been months."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Jackson looked amused, "you know, I may not be an ancient vampire, but I'm not dumb," he told easily, "I can tell when someone's watching me. Call it animal instinct." He offered and took a drink from the bottle.

"Well, apologies if I seemed excessive, but you're exaggerating just a little."

"He's not." Eve said and Jackson laughed as she smiled at him as she stood leaving them.

"Perhaps there is a certain intrigue to you."

"What? Newbie Wolf thing? Do I have Nice neck?"

Elijah chuckled slightly, "smile. Yours is rather bright." Jackson looked at him in shocked surprise, "not that your throat isn't rather enticing since you seem to be allergic to wearing or buttoning shirts." Elijah added before taking a drink from his own bottle.

.

"Do you dance? Or just watch?" Jackson asked at the next party, Elijah looked at the party, the others that danced freely, no specific steps or organisation, just relaxed and Fun.

"Not like this, not since I was young."

"Then let's change that."

"Oh no, I'd rather stay as I usually do-"

"Well I want you to dance with me." He told him, "come on, Elijah."

"If I dance with you now, will you wear a suit and come to my next party in the quarter and dance with me There?"

"What, is that going to be some waltz thing?"

"Basically."

"Only way I'll get you to let loose?"

"To Dance," he specified, "it's not exactly my comfort zone, Jackson."

"Not structured enough?"

"Not exactly." He said simply.

"Fine, I'll come to the next one, just come dance with me." He told him and held out a hand. Elijah's gaze fell to the offered hand then took it and looked back up in time to see Jacksons smile go bright.

.

Jackson had Elijah backed up against a door, they'd barely even had a chance to dance at the compound before Jackson had dragged him from the crowds. Their lips were connected, hands moving over each others clothes when Elijah suddenly pushed him back. "You're engaged."

"What?"

"Eve mentioned your contract."

"Andrea would kill me." He said with a laugh, "she hates that, and has loudly made it known it will not be happening unless were both like 40 and don't have anyone else." He said amused, "Eve told you that? Damn, that why it took so long to kiss me?"

"So, you're not engaged?"

"More like an unlikely to happen pact."

"Good." He said simply and dragged him back into the kiss. Jackson hummed pleased and backed up to pull him towards the bed.

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July of yotp | Trope: X to Lovers

[my yotp masterlist]

Faction Parties and Casual Interest

Ship: Jackson Kenner/Elijah Mikaelson

AN: A No Mikael in 1919 AU, Friends To Lovers

Word Count: 824

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Elijah had always had connected to the wolves, though over all he tended to only having contact with the older wolves, the ones who would make the decisions. It was one of the Labonair's that had been determined for him to join them for one of their parties.

So he had, thinking he'd only stay a short time, but there had been one of the wolves, a newer turn by the way he still seemed to be shaking off the ache of his transformation, but his easy smile and the way others seemed to gravitate towards him... he couldn't quite pull his eyes from him.

"Jackson." A woman said and he hummed and looked to her. "That's Jackson Kenner, Mary Dumas's line. I'm Eve."

"Elijah." He said offered in return.

"I know, everyone here knows, you're the only vampire who was invited."

Elijah hummed and turned back towards the crowd. "You haven't set off your curse." He said calmly.

"I don't wish to do so." She told him.

"Most have different opinions."

"It's a monthly curse. Already have one of those."

He laughed in surprise. "It is of course your choice either way."

"I should think so." She said simply.

~

He turned up at the next party, and the next without prompting. "You know, you could just talk to him." Eve said casually.

"Perhaps I'm here to talk to you?" He said simply, "I rather enjoy another who cares not for who I am and to mock me. Usually that's just my siblings."

"Yes, but I'm not the one you stalk."

"I am not stalking anyone, Eve." He said immediately.

"Jackson."

"No."

"You just think he’s pretty?"

"Now this is far too teenage for us don't you think? Implying I have a crush on the man."

"Mhmm," she smiled, "he technically has a contract for an arranged marriage." His smile fell immediately, "and you don't like him?"

"It's certainly inappropriate now, even if I did."

"So I shouldn't offer you a drink." Jackson asked and Elijah paused a moment, eyes closed for a moment before he turned him to see the bottle Jackson held out to him.

"A drink isn't inappropriate, it is simply a drink."

"Then let's drink," he said as Elijah took the bottle. "I thought you'd have approached me sooner, it's been months."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Jackson looked amused, "you know, I may not be an ancient vampire, but I'm not dumb," he told easily, "I can tell when someone's watching me. Call it animal instinct." He offered and took a drink from the bottle.

"Well, apologies if I seemed excessive, but you're exaggerating just a little."

"He's not." Eve said and Jackson laughed as she smiled at him as she stood leaving them.

"Perhaps there is a certain intrigue to you."

"What? Newbie Wolf thing? Do I have Nice neck?"

Elijah chuckled slightly, "smile. Yours is rather bright." Jackson looked at him in shocked surprise, "not that your throat isn't rather enticing since you seem to be allergic to wearing or buttoning shirts." Elijah added before taking a drink from his own bottle.

.

"Do you dance? Or just watch?" Jackson asked at the next party, Elijah looked at the party, the others that danced freely, no specific steps or organisation, just relaxed and Fun.

"Not like this, not since I was young."

"Then let's change that."

"Oh no, I'd rather stay as I usually do-"

"Well I want you to dance with me." He told him, "come on, Elijah."

"If I dance with you now, will you wear a suit and come to my next party in the quarter and dance with me There?"

"What, is that going to be some waltz thing?"

"Basically."

"Only way I'll get you to let loose?"

"To Dance," he specified, "it's not exactly my comfort zone, Jackson."

"Not structured enough?"

"Not exactly." He said simply.

"Fine, I'll come to the next one, just come dance with me." He told him and held out a hand. Elijah's gaze fell to the offered hand then took it and looked back up in time to see Jacksons smile go bright.

.

Jackson had Elijah backed up against a door, they'd barely even had a chance to dance at the compound before Jackson had dragged him from the crowds. Their lips were connected, hands moving over each others clothes when Elijah suddenly pushed him back. "You're engaged."

"What?"

"Eve mentioned your contract."

"Andrea would kill me." He said with a laugh, "she hates that, and has loudly made it known it will not be happening unless were both like 40 and don't have anyone else." He said amused, "Eve told you that? Damn, that why it took so long to kiss me?"

"So, you're not engaged?"

"More like an unlikely to happen pact."

"Good." He said simply and dragged him back into the kiss. Jackson hummed pleased and backed up to pull him towards the bed.

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Élie Devereux Dumas

Age/Born: 1992 ||Species: Wolf/Witch || Pronouns: He/Him|| Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto

[Possible Romantic Prospect: ?]

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Élie grew up with the pack, a witch amongst wolves, with his dad, then just the pack when he died, most of his family were wolves month round, his aunts occasionally visited, in secret from those in the quarter. Occasionally bring him into the quarter to the coven. Until his cousin, on his mothers side, died and magic was just as outlawed as wolves were, and they nor he was willing to risk it. Besides, he hated that coven, not that he would Ever admit to agreeing with Marcel Gerard. But he remembered all four of those girls. They were all wonderful, full of life, and his aunt stood to the side knowing they'd kill them, and now the other aunt was trying to get the last girl to finish it. Actively trying to kill a child. So, he stayed in the bayou with his family, with the cousin and grandmother from their fathers side. Well, mostly he stayed with Eve. Then the Originals were in the City.

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Penelope

Age/Born: 1st Century ||Species: Syphone/Immortal || Pronouns: She/Her|| Faceclaim: Angel Coulby

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Penelope hummed happily as she fixed the eyeshape of the sculpture, then she finally stepped back and saw the gaze of her mother staring back at her. She looked to the other side of the room to the one she made of her father. She'd made visuals of them both a million times, but had never had them together. She didn't know if it was for her father or mothers sake. She knew well enough her mother was waiting for him. But she also knew that he hurt her. That he loved another. ... That woman, Amara. She knew her, remembered her smiling down at her since she was small child. It annoyed her that she was always tempted to sculpt her along with her parents. She looked to the small bust she had made of the girl and with an audible not quite scream the bust shattered. "Well, that was destructive." She looked to the man in the door. "This is a private studio." "I know." "... who are you?" "Kol. An Original. How good of a witch are you?" "Better than any you've met." She told him amused.

Second moodboard because I wanted to show off her 'Era's' and I think it looks nice <3

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @klelijahotp

Hmm, Women of Whump section?

The issue with immortality, Amara realised as the pain had started, was perhaps she could Live or Revive no matter what and she could live forever. That certainly didn't mean that she was indestructible. It just meant that she has to live through the pain. She couldn't remember What Qetsiyah did, she did remember seeing her blood coating Everything as Qetsiyah gave her a level of relief, dragging her heart from her chest. Since, after all, she'd ripped out Qetsiyah's even if her pain was emotional, figurative, but it was a betrayal and pain none the less. But now, as she awoke, it was Slow, Painful.

Tagging - @crimsonlyinglilly @icarusofathousanddays @neeeeeeeeeklaus also, @klelijahotp , if you want. no pressure!