Vivian Labonair Indie and Selective OC based on the Labonair family from The Originals. Mun and Muse are both of legal age. Character was created on November 20th of 2014 PLEASE read rules & biography prior to in character interactions.
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☮✿✖☢ ☣☂☃♔ ♪♫ ☞ ~lionoffrance ( aka the hoe who sent all of these in like five different messages which made me have to send this in so that i don't spam the dash. )
「 LIONOFFRANCE ● ACCEPTING ● MEME 」
jfc this is going to take so much effort. Payback’s a bitch though and now you’ve got to spend god only knows how long answering the heaps of symbols that i sent you.
☮: We deal with our problems by drowning our sorrows in alcohol, We both have the ability to royally fuck shit up without even trying, and IDK we both have brown hair???? I can’t really think of five things we have in common tbh.
✿: Well I’m not a wolf royalty to start, I’m the eldest sibling, Viv is actually more resilient than I am, I could probs out drink Viv any day of the week, I’m very introverted but Viv is more extraverted or at least far more balanced than I am.
✖: lbr I can’t pick just one. Top ten would have to be Foo Fighters, Little Big Town, Nickelback, Dixie Chicks, Rascal Flatts, The Goo Goo Dolls, Muse, Evanescence, Fleetwood Mac, and Lady Antebellum.
☢: Again can’t pick just one so top five Miranda Lambert, Faith Hill, Carrie Underwood, Martina Mcbride, and Halsey.
☣: I fucking love Ed Sheeran bro, but like I fucking love Keith Urban and Tim Mcgraw as well. So yeah those are top 10 bands, 5 female and 3 male artists that I can’t live without.
☂: Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, Pandora by Anne Rice, The Harry Potter series, The Santangelo novels, and probably The Mortal Instruments.
☃: fml >< Omm Mighty Joe Young, Sweet Land, Sweet Home Alabama, The Time Traveler’s Wife, and Practical Magic. I also really love The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and I know that makes six but I really can’t even live without these movies. Like we are talking stuck on a yacht in the middle of the ocean with only movies to entertain me these are the movies i’d have.
♔: MERIDA!
♪: hahahahaah just five, Bless your heart.
♫: Skylar Grey - Words, Halsey - Ghost, Lady Antebellum - American Honey, Gabrielle Aplin - Lying to the mirror, & Ingrid Michaelson - Keep Breathing.
☞: OMG there are soooooo many. However I worry the most about trying to keep her well rounded and keep everything as realistic as I possibly can when writing a werewolf character. I never want to make her seem like a damsel in distress or try so hard to keep that from happening that I end up making her sound like some crazy powerful super wolf or whatever. I just try to keep everything like her backstory and abilities as close to canon as I can as well as keep everything as believable as possible but at times I worry that I’m doing a bad job.
It was just beginning to get dark when Elena had arrived in New Orleans. She was exhausted, and for once she was hoping she wouldn’t have to run anymore. Ever since she had been a teenager, she’d been a runner; determined to see the world, to not be held down. Elena had wanted a somewhat NORMAL life. And she had almost gotten it, until her entire pack had been slaughtered. It was over the years that the blonde werewolf had kept in contact with Vivian - a woman she considered to be like an older sister. And it was because of Viv, that she was now back in the bayou, in hopes that she was safer here than on her own.
As tired legs took her through the dense forest, a familiar scent caught her nose, a smirk slipping onto her lips. “Well are you going to come say hi already?”
The painful transformation from wolf to human was something that the eldest Labonair had spent years enduring. It seemed that over time the pain became somewhat bearable however she would always sleep for hours after any transformation. Unfortunately her last transformation had for some reason taken more out of her than she originally expected. After spending over six months as a wolf she thought she would try to put off shifting for as long as possible but with the full moon out and having not shifted completely in almost four months she figured she could use a night of roaming freely through the forest in her most wild state. Once she was ready to get back to her normal life in her human form again she made her way to a quiet corner of the bayou she knew still had an old camper that once belonged to a friend of hers.
Having no desire to take the long trip back to her home in the French Quarter she had decided to set up camp for the rest of the evening there. It was only when she heard the sound of footsteps that she stopped her preparations and slowly made her way out of the camper. The woman listened closely to see if whoever she heard was still near by but when the other person called out to Vivian, a bright smile spread across her face and she ran towards the familiar voice.
“ Ellie! What are you doing here?!? I thought you were arriving friday! "
While hearing her name resound within their home wasn’t uncommon, her aunt’s tone lacked a certain amount of warmth in that moment, telling Andrea that she was growing close to her wit’s end with the teenager. It really wasn’t her fault! Or so she would claim when the time came to face her aunt. Her excitement of their vacation kept her up the night before, well into the morning as she attempted to corral her energy towards making sure she was packed and ready to go by the following morning and, to her credit, she was. Entirely ready to take off the moment The problem came in rolling out of bed once she manages to succumb to sleep. Even her aunt’s gentle wake-up call wasn’t enough to coax her from bed, sitting up for a moment to acknowledge the gesture, then falling back into the comfort of her pillow.
Fine, it was her own fault, realized when the verbal countdown began while Andrea moved frantically around the room to gather the last bits of her luggage and finish changing after a very short shower. Once her aunt reached TEN SECONDS, Andy had managed to get to the top of the stairs, mussed, wet hair and rolling bag trailing behind her – albeit, not rolling but dragged on it’s side along with her carry on. “ See, told you I’d be on time! ” She attempts through staggered breaths, she makes it down the steps with two seconds to spare and a pair of heated lungs. Pulling her hair back into a clip she had attached to the bottom of her shirt, she smiled to her aunt. A wide, proud grin that she managed to beat her countdown, as well as at the fact they were taking off that day to Florida. Having talked about the trip so often in the past few months, the thought of spending time with her aunt wasn’t something that brought frustration or annoyance. Unlike her own friends, most of which hated spending time with their family, Andy loved doing nothing more than being with her aunt. Even if she had her on the brink of tears and sore muscles with her minute long.
“ I guess you were really serious about that whole leaving early thing, huh? ”
“ Yes I was.”
After tossing a breakfast drink and a pack of poptarts to her niece Vivian quickly pinned the list of housekeeping instructions to the bulletin board on the fridge and then made her way back into the living room. Grabbing her purse and keys off the sofa. As she walked through the long hall the she wolf began counting the bags and absentmindedly naming off things she needed for the trip that she knew she had packed. Once she was finished and sure that she had everything necessary; she pulled her two suitcases and carry on towards the front door and swiftly she ran through the house shutting off all of the lights.
Once back at the door she faced her niece again and with an excited smile placed a kiss on her forehead before swinging the front door open and shuffling the young girl out with her bags. It took only a few minutes for everything to be loaded into the suv and for the house to be properly locked up. Once finally seated behind the wheel the woman paused for a moment and took a deep breath trying to calm herself a bit before starting the car. As she pulled out of the driveway she offered her niece a quick smile. Once on the road she began speaking.
“ Okay, so. Once we land we have to pick up the rental car, while I’m working on that I’ll need you to wait for the luggage. Now your name tags are neon green and mines are neon pink so they’ll be hard to miss. I don’t know how long checking into the hotel is going to take so as soon as we get there I’ll start the process and I’ll give you the car keys and my card so that you can run and pick up the sunscreen and beach towels that we need. So far those are the only two things I remember saying we’d pick up down there. Other than that we should be able to at least go out for dinner since you’ll pretty much just have that breakfast and lunch from the plane in your system.”
❝ oi, wolf girl. who are you and what do you want with HAYLEY ? ❞
❝ Oi vampire girl, I could ask you the same. Given the fact we both have family involved I can understand your hostility however I assure you I mean her and the baby no harm. ❞
to say that it had been a long night was a bit of an understatement. things seemed to be slowly falling apart. clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth, the brunette picked up the practically empty glass in front of her which had once been filled with amber colored liquor. with one sip, davina finished it and motioned for another. it was only seconds later that a shadow loomed over her. tilting her head to the side to see who it was, she sighed. “if you’re here because you need something, come back tomorrow. i’m not in the mood.”
As the she wolf entered the bar she noticed the familiar young witch sitting in a booth on the other side of the room. With a curious raised bowl she tossed her keys into her purse and ordered a scotch on the rocks before turning to face the witch. For a moment she considered leaving the girl alone and simply drowning her own sorrows with scotch, alone. However the she wolf could not help herself from at least making sure that the girl was okay. With a deep sigh she grabbed her glass and made her way over to the seat across from the witch then placed her bag down and took a swing of her drink.
“ I’m not here for anything other than a drink. Frankly you were the last person I expected to run into here. So what’s troubling you Darlin’? ”
one step to the right, another to the left and the woman still managed to block his path … the woman his father had taken a liking to. fuck, this family was already far past the point of fucked up.
cary stifled a growl of frustration as she blocked his path again, hands resting against his chest to try and coax him back to the bed he’d woken up in. her heart was in the right place - and as uneasy as it was to see her with his father, was it fair for him to damn their relationship just because? hadn’t he forged out a relationship with freya? he dropped his gaze, hands coming up to grip her wrists, ‘i’m fine … i need to go make sure freya and the pack are alright, vivian.’
The attack on the pack was a surprise. After all; countless time was spent constructing ways to keep everyone who attended the house party safe but no-one was expecting an attack from a random group of hunters. Witches, maybe even vampires, but from what they were told the local hunter problem had been taken care of weeks ago. Weak herself from being shot with a bullet laced in wolfsbane Vivian tried to keep everyone in the house. She was unsure of how many others were outside so after getting the bullet cut out of her hip she tried to keep everyone calm. Knowing full well that the rest of the pack would listen to Hayley and Jackson she tried to focus on helping keep Cary inside
“ She is fine Cary, she’s okay! I saw Elijah get her out before we put the house under lock down.”
Taking a step back she tried to block his path but she knew that while she may have been stronger than most of the pack due to her age Cary was definitely stronger than her.
“ Please can you just take a seat and let someone take a look at your wounds.”
Despite his countless journeys there, Elijah Mikaelson would never cease to stand out in the Louisiana bayou. Of course, the wolves that presided there would hardly let him blend in even if he wanted to; they stared after him as if it was their first time seeing him. He could hardly blame them for being skiddish, though.
But he wasn’t there for just anyone in the pack, his eye caught sight of Vivian as she wandered back into the camp site with a few others. They locked their gaze & he was quick as he walked over, the two men she’d been speaking with suddenly absent in his presence. “ A warm welcome as always, ” he quipped, glancing at all the suspicious eyes on him before turning back to the woman. “ Hayley asked me to check on you in her absence, though I hardly doubt your ability to take care of yourself. ”
Only weeks had passed since the news of her niece’s pregnancy had found it’s way to the she wolf. Once finally acquiring the location of young Andrea’s whereabouts it had not taken her long to return to the city she once called home. Though much had changed, some things remained the same; things like the pack’s disdain for vampires. Vivian, herself could not blame them because from what she knew it had been a group of vampires that had slaughtered her entire family. However given that it was infact a family of vampires, never mind the fact it was the Mikaelson’s whom had chosen to protect her niece meant that Vivian could not afford to treat them in any illmannor. Plus if she was being honest, she could not deny noticing the way that her niece and the original vampire looked at each other. There was clearly a deep affection brewing within the hearts of the two complicated people even if they had not admitted it to each other. With a genuine smile Vivian handed the box of food that she was carrying off to one of the wives of a wolf who was still under the crescent cruse.
Once empty handed she began walking towards the dock in an attempt to subtly take the vampire further from the judgmental stares and whispers of the locals. Taking a seat on a small wooden table the woman motioned for the vampire to join her before she began to speak.
“ I’m sorry about them. Not everyone is willing to look past our kinds history with each other. Thank you for checking in though. Honestly it’s her I’m worried about. With everything going on with the witches having her out of reach has been harder than I originally thought it would be. I know she’s an adult now but I just feel like her and the baby would be safer under the protection of the wolves and vampires together.”
It was a strange thing to sit beside Hayley and actually agree with her, to tell her that he trusted her, to apologize and just feel - human suddenly. After everything they had been through it took this, running from New Orleans, the burden of his enemies to shed light on whatever living connection they held together. The connection that started with Hope and ended somewhere within each other. After they had lingered behind at that spot, that complete memorial of the dead they returned to the trailer that Hollis had let them stay in. Vivian and Ansel were inside, watching over Hope while Klaus went to find Hayley. This was far stranger, the feeling that Ansel - his real father was there with him. Hayley’s mother, It seemed like they could start again, they could start something other than the end that seemed to have been brewing back in New Orleans. That’s what it felt like.
After nodding towards Hayley once she headed inside, hint of a smile on his lips he got out himself. Dropping the keys into his jacket pocket and heading off towards the door and slipping quietly inside. There were no sounds of talking, Hope was probably sleeping and the night whispered a portrait against the panes of the window. He went to the cabinet, taking Hollis on his word that he could have whatever was inside, and he drew out the best bottle of bourbon he could find. Pouring himself a drink he glanced up when he heard footsteps and noted that it was Vivian standing there. He gave her a look of acknowledgement before grabbing another glass and filling it. “ It’s not too late to have one - if you want it? ” and he slid the glass towards her at the edge of the table he had taken a seat at.
Greeting the hybrid with a welcoming smile Vivian walked across the kitchen and took a seat on the opposite side of the table before taking the glass that was poured for her. Having only put Hope to sleep a half hour ago meant that she hadn't been given the chance to completely sit back and relax. Instead the moment the child had fallen into a noticeably deep sleep the woman made her way around the trailer attempting to baby proof what she could before Hope had the chance to roam freely. With everything that was going on in their lives it seemed strange doing something as mundane as caring for a relatively human baby however the she wolf enjoyed it thoroughly. If it came down to fighting for her family she was more than capable however luckily that day she was given the chance to spend some nice alone time with Hope and Ansel. Even stranger than the mundane tasks of her day, the she wolf found herself getting along with Niklaus Mikaelson. Not many could say that they were not blood and yet remained somewhat trusted by the hybrid. It was a bit of a privilege that the eldest Labonair did not think lightly though she would never call it a privilege aloud. With a sigh of satisfaction when her glass was empty she placed the cup down and refilled the glass then turned her attention to the man seated across from her.
“ Did any leads you and Hayley were following today pan out?”
“Mother and father dearest are out of the house, and I’m bored, that’s a fairly dangerous combination, don’t you think?”
❝ Oh no! Don’t give me that crap, if you get yourself into any trouble tonight your father has made a point of assuring me that it’ll be my head he will be after. The most that’s going to happen is dinner and a trip to the bayou because I have to drop off some supplies. After that we are coming back home and you’ll work with your aunt on those new spells that she wants you to learn. ❞
Oh crap, she was definitely in for it. The second their stares locked, she knew her Auntie Vi would be none to pleased about her drinking with the pack, but… wasn’t it par for course? She HIGHLY doubted her aunt had waited until she was of age before having her first sip of alcohol, though that didn’t mean she wanted the same for Andrea. Trying to think of an easy out by the time Vivian had closed the space between them, she could only manage a smile before offering the cup out to her. “I swear, I only had a sip!”
Taking the cup from her niece Vivian gave the group of people drinking with Andrea a glare that made each of them run within seconds.
Grant it the she wolf knew that it was completely hypocritical of her to scold her niece for doing something minor compared to what she had done in her day: however even though in raising young Andrea she sounded more and more like her brother had when she was young, she could not help but at least try to keep the teenager from repeating her mistakes.
Drinking the rest of what was left in the cup Vivian could not help but cough a bit, surprised at the contents of the cup. Of course of all things the girl had gotten her hands on it would be poorly crafted moonshine.
“ Do you know the countless things that could happen if you got caught by the wrong person while you’re drunk?? And ohh you only had a sip. Well what if I had not caught you how much would you have had? What if vampires were to show up; you’re drunk ass could get eaten, or you could fall into the water and drown, anything could happen!!”
As the thoughts of countless, most likely unrealistic, horrible scenarios started to flood her mind Vivian could hear herself beginning to ramble at a pace that would not be understandable to anyone who was not used to her freak outs.
“ I’m going to kill them! Those boys! uggg you know nothing good ever comes from teenage boys or girls for that matter, you know what teenagers in general lord knows my youth is proof enough of that. Yup dead I’m going to kill them and hide their bodies at the bottom of the la—”
The she wolf felt a hand on her arm which caused her to stop mid sentence. She looked at her niece with wide eyes and tried to take a deep breath before taking a seat on the long behind her.
Dead again. It said a lot that he now felt relief at that revelation … not remorse, not loss, nothing akin to what he should feel for the death of a woman he had once claimed to love … no. That woman who had lost her first child to a horrid plague - the woman who had travelled so far with her family and the one who had sought comfort in his arms — that woman had never truly existed.
How could one mourn a person who had never been?
She was dead again, and he was still here - that meant his life was not linked to hers. A small mercy in this warped game, but one he took as quite a victory; the witch was dead. She could not pull any strings now, she couldn’t use him against Niklaus’ daughter. Ansel forced a smile, leaning back a fraction, shoulders rolling as felt the weight of an unspoken worry lift.
“A month - I kept my distance. I could not be sure whether I could be used against Niklaus and Hope.” A small lilt of silence as his gaze raked over her face, “You look well, Vivian.”
“ Thank you Ansel. I do understand keeping your distance from Hope and Klaus at the beginning but I wish you would have at least reached out to me. Not that I doubt your ability to care for yourself but everyone needs a friend… even if simply for some company.”
The she wolf had spent almost half of her life alone and It was a state that she would not wish on anyone, even more so on a man who she considered a friend. Shifting forward a bit in her seat to rest her elbow on her knee and lean her head on her hand Vivian maintained eye contact with the man seated across from her.
“ So now that she is gone and you know it’s relatively safe to see Klaus and Hope, do you plan on attending the bond fire party Jackson and Hayley are throwing for the pack? It’s a bit of a ‘congratulations the curse is broken again and things are somewhat calm for now’ celebration.”
Vivian knew she’d likely steal Hope for the evening anyway so maybe if given Hayley’s permission and the chance she could arrange a sort of meeting for the two. After all while she may have taken on the role of grandmother for Hope the man across from her was the actual last living biological grandparent of the child and they both had the right to at least meet if it was safe.
I know that if we are shut out of paradise
For all that it was, it was never for you and I.
Heaven is here in the w r e c k a g e
All that is broken but all that is true
I know I found it in my love for you.
‘Cause in the madness there is a perfectionWhere do you end, where do I begin?You were my broken imperfect reflectionThe kiss on my skinAnd I know that if we areShut out of paradiseFor all that was, it was never for you and IHeaven is here in the wreckageAll that is broken but all that is trueI know I found it in my love for you. “
❝ For the love of calm down. You could have lived your entire life without realizing it. At least this way we have no secrets for the most part. ❞
❝ Besides that thing was meaner than the Grinch! Everytime I’d go to feed it after you left for school it would try to bite me. It broke skin once! I’d say karma was just waiting to bite the little fucker in the ass. I just wish it would have happened another way because now I’m never going live it down. ❞
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