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[rosesandcloves]

Masterlist

Vampire Diaries/The Originals

The Mikaelson Siblings

Unwanted Years - Michaelson brothers X femme OC

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02

03

04

05

06

07

08

09

Klaus Mikaelson

Dating Klaus Mikaelson would include...

The Peaky Blinders

Michael Gray

Henry - Michael Gray X Femme OC

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY ~ Michael Gray x OC

Part six: My Mother's Wedding Dress

Warnings: mentions sex, angst, trauma.

Esther arrived back at Watery Lane thanks to Arthur and John taking it in turns to carry her. She was hysterical and in shock, she was shivering like a puppy left out in the winter.

As soon as the three of them stepped over the threshold Polly sprung into action. "Have a seat there love!" She pulled out a chair and sat Esther down in it. Her knees bashed together like a nervous child. "Esme fetch her a cup of tea!" Polly barked.

"Why do I have to -" Esme whined but Polly cut her off by raising a finger warning her to behave.

"Fuck that she needs whisky! That always stops the shakes." Arthur piped in.

"Don't give her any of that crap. Gin" she heard footsteps walking into the room. Then a hand pressing reassuringly on her shoulder. She looked up to see Michael in a half unbuttoned shirt, covered in blood stains. There was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel safe. She didn't notice herself stop shaking, but everyone else did. However they said nothing in fear she would start again.

"I told you to get that off else those stains will set in the cotton!" Polly got up out of her chair opposite Esther, and started unbuttoning Michaels shirt.

"Mum!" Michael sighed at her.

"Alright alright do it yourself and give it to me." She threw her hand in the air.

Michael unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and handed it to his mother who went into the kitchen to scrub it in the sink.

Everyone else had cleared out of the room now. Michael walked round and crouched in front of Esther's chair. Her eyes were still wide and frightened. He cupped her face with his hand. "Do you want me to walk you home Es?"

"You will stay with us tonight Esther." Polly sauntered back into the room, drying her hands from cleaning Michael's shirt. "It's not good to be on your own after something like that." Polly folded the cloth and layed it over the back of a chair to dry.

"Thank you," Esther smiled sweetly.

It was a short drive to Polly's house in Sutton. When they arrived Esther was reminded of the village where her and Michael grew up. The house was much larger however than their little cottages. With a large front lawn instead of a chocolate box garden with a winding path and wild flowers. Michael opened the car door for her and followed her into the house after Polly.

They were greeted in a large sitting room by a maid. "Please fetch clean sheets and get the guest bedroom ready." The maid nodded and headed upstairs. Esther sat down gingerly in the corner of the sofa. Polly sat opposite. Michael perched himself at the other end of the sofa.

Polly chuckled. "Fine pretend you don't know eachother I don't care. I'll fetch some tea." She goes over to a tea tray in the corner where hot tea is sitting in a tea pot and china cups and saucers are sitting ready. She pours the tea and then they all sit around drinking silently. The oral fixation of the hot tea focuses Esther's mind.

On the other end of the sofa Michael is quietly contemplating. The flowers on the saucer reminds him of a day they spent in a medow just outside the village.

They had run into the fields to escape their parents for a while. They were both sixteen going on seventeen. He remembers her that day vividly as if it was a painting in his mind. Her hair was tangled like a child's but her face was beautiful like a woman. A wildness to her. He remembers how she layed in the long grass, the evening sun shining off her face. "Make love to me Henry." She said innocently. Her plump lips still damp from swimming in the stream. This still made him shiver. He remembers that day he was filled with unexplainable anger. This was not how it was supposed to be. She was not supposed to be acting like this. She could do better, be better, be more than this. He laughed and kissed her on the forehead and walked her home. They never spoke of it again. Yet every time they saw eachother it hung in the air like cobwebs on a dewy winter morning. Stringing them together, glistening in the air.

After dinner Esther excused herself to her room. She was tired and Polly thought she could use the rest. The guest room was mostly used for storage. There were picture frames with paintings and photos of people. As Esther looked through them she saw a photo of a man who looked just like Michael, but older. That must have been his real father. There were boxes of old clothes and fabric, as well as a large collection of miscellaneous trinkets.

In the corner of the room there was a large wooden chest with brass detailing. Esther walked over and slowely undid the latch. Inside there was a huge cloud of white fabric. She pulled it out of the chest and tossed it on the bed she stepped out of her own dress and carefully draped the white lace and satin around her. She stared at herself in a floor length mirror.

Suddenly the door latch clicks and the hinges creek. "Esther?" She hears the floorboards creek under the carpet. She turns to look at him. Cobwebs hung in the air; a string connecting the two of them. Like a fishing line, with bait at both ends. "That was my mother's wedding dress." Michael doesn't take his eyes off her.

"Oh I'm sorry I'll take it off-" Esther reaches for the lace at the back to untie it.

"No-" Michael is so still, like he is scared to move as if he might wake up and realise this is all a dream. "I always tried picture how beautiful you would look on our wedding day, but I never could do you justice."

Esther stepped out of the dress. Folding it carefully and placing it back in the chest.

She walked over to him and stood there innocently in front of him. The moonlight shone through the window opposite her.

"Make love to me Michael."

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY

~Michael Gray x OC

Chapter 5 : what makes a monster?

Warnings: SA threat, violence, derogatory language, guns, angst

Esther woke with a heavy head this particular morning. She made tea and read the paper as usual. She wore a dress that Tommy gave her. It was an old one of Lizzie's that he had had hemmed as Lizzie was much taller than Esther. Last week Lizzie had given her tips on how to act like a prostitute, but not be suspicious, 'the tips and tricks of the trade' she said. She also taught Esther where to hit a man if she was in trouble.

She walked down the stairs and out of the house.  She smiled at the old lady walking her yappy terrier. Today she was going to kill a man. Either by her own gun or by scaring him to death. Same result either way.

She arrived at the office at half past nine. Tommy was not yet there. Polly was trying to convince Esme to get back to work, but Esme was insisting that she needed regular breaks as "growing a baby was no small feet." To which Polly reminded her. "I bore two children while working full time Esme. See my husband worked in the coal trade, so I couldn't afford to sit on my arse while a fancy bookie ran around after me. John is far too soft on you Esme, it won't do you any good when the baby comes."

I walked past and smiled at Polly. She acknowledged me with a nod but didn't fully smile. The edge of her mouth twitched like she was going to but she thought better of it.

Lizzie walked out of Tommy's office. "Tommy said to go and get the name and address from Michael. Basically a guy lost out on a bet and he's not coughing up cause he says it was fixed. He's also threatening to go to the local authorities although what they would do god only knows. Would you like a cup of tea love?"  Lizzie smiles.

"I'm ok thank you, I get the feeling I won't be here long enough to drink it." I smirk and make my way to Michael's office.

I knock delicately on the door, three times.

"Come in!" A deep voice commands.

As I open the door I see him sat at his desk pouring over papers with a cigarette hung loosely from his lips. His hair is perfect and so is his suit but there is something messy about him I can't quite put my finger on.

"Tommy said you have the name and address." I stare at him, waiting for eye contact.

He looks up. "Alright, take a seat and I'll find it for you." He gets up out of his chair and goes over to a large filing cabinet. He flicks through files and pulls out a piece of paper. He takes it to his desk. Leaning over it to copy something down. He then holds out a small piece of paper for me to take.

"Thank you." I say monotonously, taking the paper from him and standing up. I turn to leave. Five steps across the room and my handle is on the door.

"Esther!" He calls out to get my attention.

I pause.

"Be safe." There is a softness in his voice that the concern shines through like a lighthouse through the mist.

I walk to Tommy's office. He hands me a revolver, some extra ammo, and a knife. I tuck the knife into my stocking. The revolver I hide in an inside pocket of my over coat, and the ammo I hide in my bra. "Good luck." Tommy smiles. "Don't take any prisoners."

I take a taxi to Mr Brown's place of work in the jewellery quarter. I find the shop he works at and hang around outside. I had been assured by Tommy that he frequently picks up women from street corners and that I would have no trouble in getting him to take me home. Eventually his shift ends. He comes out alone. Perfect. He's taller than I expected. Stocky built. Like he ate too much spinach and drank too much milk as a kid. He notices me, he has icy blue eyes like Jack Frost and small dark eyebrows that sit rather out of place, very low on his large forehead. "Hello, love." He says towering over me in an attempt to intimidate me. "6 shillings." I squeek out quietly. "You got the clap or something?" He says slapping my arse hard with a large rough hand. It makes me jump for a man to be so forward is something I am not accustomed to. I shake my head. "Good girl." His words drip like oil and grease. "Alright then I live just around the corner follow me." By follow he was serious, I trotted along behind him trying to keep up. Eventually we arrived at a small terraced house. He flung open the door, turned to me and pushed me inside. I sit down on a sofa in the front room. As soon as he has locked the door he starts taking off my coat, putting his hands in the pockets. He pulls out the gun and I wince. "Well well well, what is this then? You filthy fucking whore, you were planning to shoot me? Trying to have boundaries eh?-" he gets really close to my face "I'm paying for you, so I can do what I like." He grabs my face and forces me to kiss him. I feel a tear rolling down my face. When he notices he slaps me hard across the face. "Don't fucking cry he screams at me." I freeze. He grabs my chest and feels the ammunition. "Give it to me, his hand is outstretched." I give him the ammo and then reach for the knife.

I hold it to his throat. "Kindly take your hands off me" I didn't realise that he had the revolver in his back pocket. He pulls it out and points it at me. "If I have to fuck you with a gun to your head I will."

(Back at Watery Lane)

"Alright Mrs Canahan I understand I'll send someone over. Just stay inside we'll sort it." Tommy puts the phone down. Mr Brown's neighbour Mrs Canahan was a long standing friend of the Shelby family and had phoned up about a noise disturbance. Instantly Tommy knew something was wrong. He saunters our of the office to the board room where Esme has her feet up on the desk. "JOHN! ARTHUR! COME HERE!" Tommy yells. As if from no where the brothers appear. "Right, I've just gotten of the phone to sweet little Mrs Canahan and she's very worried about a disturbance next door. You see next door to her lives the gentleman that I sent Miss Charlestown to see this morning."

"Alright Tom, we'll go and fuck him up a bit." Arthur looks visibly excited.

"Careful there brother, there's a lot of ammunition in that house that I sent in with Esther, if it's got into the wrong hands you will need some heavy duty equipment." Tommy reaches under the table and slams two machine guns down onto the wood, which makes Esme jump.

Arthur and John march through the jewellery quarter with their guns slung over their shoulders. When they make it to Mr Brown's house they shoot the lock off and kick in the door. I jump at the sound. Mr Brown reaches for my gun and points it at them, cowering away from them he falls on the floor. Both brothers are pointing their machine guns at him at point blank range. I hear footsteps walking over the broken door and between them appears Michael. He has a revolver that he is holding with both hands. He walks past his cousins and towers over Mr Brown. He pushes his gun up to Mr Brown's forehead and pulls the trigger, shooting straight through his head. He gets up and kicks Mr Brown's lifeless body. He walks out, passing his shocked cousins. John walks over to me and helps me up. I collect my things and they take me home.

[aidaronan]

Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

[thefeistydragon]

Fics are not social media posts. There’s no “stalking” someone’s “old posts”. They’re meant to be found and enjoyed years down the line. No need to be nervous.

[plaidadder]

I reblog this message every time it comes across my dash because it’s true. And also: 

When I first started writing fanfic, back in the mid 1990s (yes! the late twentieth century!) one of the discouraging things about it was that people treated fanfic as if it was disposable. It seemed like what most readers wanted was a constant stream of new content, whereas I tend to produce one big work every 6-12 months. It made me sad that people seemed to think there was no point to re-reading or saving old fic. There is no sell-by date on fiction! It does not get out of order! It can still work even years or decades later! 

So yeah, I have stories up at ao3 that are literally a quarter-century old, and every time someone leaves a comment on them I am very pleased to get it. We get attached to our stories and it cheers us up to see that they are still finding readers. It means that they are still ‘alive,’ in some way. 

[ruffboi-mags]

AO3 is not social media, it’s (essentially) a library.

You’re meant to engage with any and all of it, regardless of age.

[dduane]

This. (And you could make a case that the older the fic on which feedback is received, the more it’s appreciated…)

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY

Part 4: You were just a boy

Oh boy this is a long one.

*Warnings* NSFW, 18+, smutt, unprotected sex (it's the 1920s), swearing, smoking, dominance, guns, threat, sassy mother, rejection

"Michael." I whisper, his face just inches from mine. I was sat on his desk. He reached behind me to get a pen. "It seems so strange to call you that."

"It's my name Esther" he dismissed.

"I missed you." I keep my eyes on him. I'm not shy to admit the truth. "Was I not enough?"

"Esther-" he sighs, annoyance hangs in the air around him.

"What? I'm just supposed to be ok with what you did? You promised me the world and then left without saying goodbye. I'm not allowed to miss you, I just have to pretend we never had what we had and do your dirty work every day-"

"ENOUGH!" He lunges towards me and grabs my throat. Tight. "You will do your fucking job! You will follow orders! You will forget about the old me!"

"Don't be bossy Henry!" I taunt. A warmth spreads from his hand all over my skin and deep into my bones.

Suddenly, he lifts me off the desk and slams me against the wall. Holding my wrists above my head. His breathing is heavy, his eyes dark. He leans in and whispers in my ear through gritted teeth. "It's Michael." He stares into my eyes now. Searching for weakness. His body is pressed up against me, and I can feel him growing hard.

"I think I like the new you" I whisper, and then I kiss him, soft at first. Like a child petting a dog for the first time. Afriad that it might bite.

He kisses back. Hard. Desperate. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you a moaning mess beneath me." His hand cups my face. My whole body feels electric. Fuzzy. Like touching static.

He pulls me off the wall and stands me in front of him facing his desk. He kisses up and down my kneck. He undresses me piece by piece, dropping it all at his feet. He reaches a hand round and plunges his fingers into me.

My head falls back on his shoulder.

"Is that what you wanted?" He smirks. Seeing me this pathetic makes him feel strong. He moves a hand to between my shoulder blades and pushes me down onto the desk. I can hear his belt being undone. Now the zipper. He stands there his hands running all over my body. Finally he plunges into my core with force. Pushing me into the table hard. I let out a loud moan on impact. How long I have wanted this. Longed to feel him like this. Connected. I had never been with another man. Part of me always felt it was supposed to be Henry. He fucks into me hard. Making me his. I'm screaming out moans. I have wanted him to touch me like this for so long. His body slamming against mine echoes throughout the room. His hands go to my hips, pulling them back against him. "Good girl." He breathes out. "You take me so well." His voice sends shivers down my spine. I feel him twitch inside me as he climaxes. He pulls out, I feel a cold gust of air at my entrance. I get off the desk and turn to face him. He kisses me, deep and soft. His eyes darting over my face. It's only then I realise he's checking if I'm hurt. "Michael-" I whisper looking up at him doe eyed. "I love you."

He breathes in sharply. My heart splinters. "Esther, we can't." He pauses and sighs. His face hardens. "Get dressed and leave." Something inside of me snaps. Behind me on the desk my pinky finger brushes up against a revolver. I grab it. I point it between his eyes. "WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM?!" I scream at him. Tears rolling down my face. "You were just a boy, Henry. You were sweet to me, as much as you hated the rest of the world you were always sweet to me." My hands are shaking now.

"And it's because I care about you that I want a better man for you than me." He moves towards me. The gun is touching his skin now.

"I think I can handle any type of man I choose." Anger burns in my chest.

We hear a knock on the door and it opens before we can say anything.

"Mich-" a dark haired woman is staring back at us. A clove cigarette hangs from her hand and a smirk is painted across her face. She laughs. "Well this is quite a pickle isn't it son." She says and takes a long drag of smoke. "I would have thought you smart enough not to sleep with an assassin." She chuckles

I place the gun on the table and grab my slip and pull it over my head. I then get my coat and wrap it around myself. I slip into my shoes, pick up my garments from the floor. I turn to Michael. I run my fingers through his hair. It's just as soft as when we were kids. "Think about what I said Michael." I kiss him on the cheek and walk out the door, shutting it behind me.

"And what was that all about?" Polly questions, eyebrows raised.

"Nothing Mum, she's just a friend from back home that's all."  He dismisses.

"Do women make a habit of holding you at gunpoint after sex Michael?" Her tone is mocking. He walks round to the back of to his desk and puts the gun in the top draw, and takes out a cigarette, lights it and places it between his lips. He takes a long drag and breathes out.

"It's not like that-" he trails off.

"So she just likes to threaten men in the nude does she? Well I see why Tommy hired her now." She giggles.

Michael breathes out a cloud of smoke. "I love her, Mum. I have done since I was sixteen. She's like us Mum, she might look like an innocent villiage girl but she's like us."

Polly's face straightens. It's not funny anymore. "Find a girl who isn't like us Michael. She will make you a good wife and be a good mother to your children." And with that she turns and leaves without looking at him.

When the door is closed he sits down. He stubs out his cigarette in the ash tray. His eyes pooling. "FUCK!" He shouts as his first collides with the desk.

Outside I'm sitting at the table smoking. Polly brushes past me like I'm not there.

I feel like I'm not anywhere.

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY

Part 3: Dept Collector

Peaky Blinders Fanfic

Michael Gray X Femme OC

Esther goes to meet Tommy for her job interview.

I put on my best shoes that morning, and Henry's favourite dress. I wore it on my 17th birthday. It was a gift from my aunt in the city. He said I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He told me he would marry me some day. To me this dress symbolises good luck. Strength. The strength we had together. Our future.

I pinned up my tucking a revolver into a harness over my shoulder. I put on my overcoat. I drank my tea and read the paper and left.

The taxi ride there I thought of him. His face that day when he brought me a toad.  He nurtured the wild girl in me and I the wild beast in him. We had a mutual understanding of eachother's souls.

I arrived at watery lane at 9am.

Walked up to the door step and struck the knocker three times. A tall dark haired woman answered. "I have an appointment to speak to Mr Thomas Shelby about a job." With some convincing she let me in. She escorted me to a large office, then left.

"Ah Esther! Good morning. Would you like some whisky, or tea perhaps?" Tommy gestured towards a seat opposite him.

I sit down, folding my coat and placing it over the back of the chair."Tea would be lovely Mr Shelby, thank you."

"Tea it is." He pours me a cup and places it down on a saucer in front of me. "I see you brought your gun Miss Charleston. Always good to be prepared." He sits down and interlocks his fingers and places his fists on the desk, as if discussing a deal. "I have a contract here drawn up, of course it is not a legal document as the work you would be doing here would not be legal, however it lays out your job description." He slides the paper across the desk. 'Shelby Company Limited' is printed in bold letters across the top of the paper. "You see Miss Charleston my accountant is strictly legal, his mother, my aunt, has forbidden me from involving him in the illegal goings on of our business. Unfortunately sometimes we have depts we need to collect, and from men that are not always willing to follow these king given rules. That is why we need you. Mr Gray does the accounts and you shoot his bullets for him. Mostly just threats, but this is Birmingham, you cant be too sure. As a woman you gave a unique asset. Men will not see you as a threat, they will allow you into there homes without question. Once inside you collect what rightfully belongs to this company, using any force necessary. You understand?"

I read through the contract to the dotted line. "Do you have a pen Mr Shelby?" He smiles. "Welcome to the company Esther." I sign the paper and hand it back to him.

"Now I should introduce you to your boss. MICHAEL CAN YOU COME IN HERE FOR A MOMENT." Tommy shouts.

I hear the door creak behind me and a pair of dress shoes on the floorboards. "Esther I would like to introduce you to Mr Michael Gray, your new boss." Mr Shelby stands up and so do I. I spin on my heals.

"Henry."

My legs feel numb, fussy feeling spreading through my fingers. A tear rolls out of my eye and I wipe it away quickly. My heart beats as if it is trying to escape my chest and find its way to him.

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY

Part two : A Bull in the Bull Ring

Peaky Blinders Fanfic

Michael Gray X Femme OC

Esther takes part in a communist march and finds out about the dark underground world of Birmingham.

When I turned 18 I applied for a job as a secretary in a small office in central Birmingham. I lived in a small flat owned by a sweet old lady, who would bring me stew when she made too much and check that I got home at night. She was lovely, but I did not need mothering.

When Henry left he sent me a letter. He told me he found his real mother, and that he worked in the city now and that I should stay away. He told me he was from Gypsy blood, that my father would not approve. He never added a return address. On the back he told me he loved me but that our feelings would soon pass. I burned that letter, along with the drawing of the toad.

I heard from a lady I worked with about The Birmingham Communist Society For Women, run by a lady called Ada Thorne.  She asked me to go along to a march with her one day so I went. I have always had a yearning for anarchy. Henry and I both did. We once plotted to blow up the wishing well. Smash it with our hands if we needed to. It symbolised everything we hated about that place: the perfect white bricks but at the bottom there was darkness and mud.

He told me about his time with the Parish. We were sat out under a large tree making a campfire. When he told me I cried. Why did I cry? He was the one who had something to cry about. I hated church after that I would look over at him in the pew with his mother and want to scream for him.

In the Bull Ring I felt that same feeling, I wanted to scream and smash things. I spoke to Ada. She said I was very passionate for the cause; in reality I was just passionate. She was nice, I could tell that she was like me. She invited me to tea at her house.

When I arrived she introduced me to her son. She told me that his father had died of consumption. "I'm so sorry." Felt like such a pathetic thing to say, when it echoed in the large sitting room. I talked to Ada and she listened and I listened to her. We understood eachother, we both wanted a shift, for something to happen. Fed up of the men at the top making all the choices for us.

When I went home last night I told my landlady where I had been. "Ada Shelby?!" She gasped, and clutched her cross. "All I can say sweet is that I'm glad you didn't see her brothers."

"Why?" I felt defensive of her all of a sudden. "Who are her brothers?"

"The Peaky Blinders love, and you had best stay away from them. Small Heath is where they operate, out of a pub I hear! They are ruthless killers I hear. So if any gentlemen invite you to the Garrison don't go! They certainly aren't gentle and to be honest with ya they might not be men, just henchman of the devil."

The next evening after work I got into a taxi and drove to Small Heath. I walked down the dirty street to the Garrison. I could feel the adrenaline hit me. This was what I felt when I was plotting with Henry. This is what it would have felt like to blow up the wishing well.

I enter and the barman asked what I would like. "Gin, please." He pours about three measures into a glass. A man with a moustache walks up to the bar. "We don't have soliciting in here love, unless pre-approved by the boss, you'll have to go back to your corner." The man leaned up against the bar eyed me up and down.

"I'm not selling any service, I'm a friend of Ada Shelby." I retort.

The man coughed as he knocked back his whisky. "Ya fucking what?!"

"I am a friend of Ada Shelby. I was told her brothers own this pub, so I thought I would have a drink and get to know some of them. I firmly believe in their cause." I sip my gin.

"Oh yea' and what cause is that then?" The man with a moustache asks.

"I would like to offer my services to your organisation."

"We already have a secretary." The man quickly interjects.

"I am not intending to be the secretary for your company. I intend to be an asset of other kinds. Social change. Mr Shelby I'm guessing?" I reach out my hand for him to shake.

"Arthur." He shakes my hand. "Well you should come this way then."

He lead me into a side room, there is a big table and men sit around it smoking and drinking beer and whisky.

"Tommy." Arthur says to get a dark haired man's attention. "Arthur I told you we don't allow prostitutes in the bar, the coppers will have us for being a brothel."  The man says, lighting his cigarette.

"Why does everyone assume that all a woman is capable of is holding a dick, when she is just as capable of holding a gun than any of you."

They chuckle with laughter.

"Come by the house tomorrow morning and we will see Esther." Tommy replies.

I reach out to shake his hand, he looks at me shocked for a minute, but shakes my hand.

[rosesandcloves]

HENRY

A Peaky Blinders Fanfic

Hi guys! I have recently started watching Peaky Blinders again and while I was watching I came up with a headcanon that I thought I could make into a fic with an OC. It's ofc about the dreamy Michael Gray. There will be fluff angst and smut in this fic.

This is part 1 of an ongoing series.

I am also posting this on my Wattpad so if you prefer to read on there my @ is in my bio.

We were both live wires, but only we knew. "Good kids." They would call us. We hated every minute of it. I was just a child when I met him. Nine. What an age! Aware of all the horrible horrors but you still don't know how to swear about it.

I hated the girls school in the village. They taught us how to be obedient and good homemakers. They taught us typing for those of us who were too unlucky to get a husband to care for us. They taught us how to repair and treat. How to do everything that the men couldn't be bothered to do.

At lunch times they would let us play, like girls again. We would forget about womanhood when we had grass stains on our skin, catching frogs in our knee high socks. The other girls didn't like the mud like me. They called me a wild one and laughed at my tangled hair. Blood on my face from the brambles in the ditch.

It was a Monday when I heard his voice first. I was looking for slow worms near the hedge that joined the boys school. The hedge shook, someone shifting on the other side. I pushed the hair from my face and peared through a gap. There was a boy crouched down looking for something. He found me however. His bright eyes peered through the gap. "Hello." He didn't sound like country folk. He sounded like the boys from the big city. One time my dad took me to Birmingham for a treat. He showed me the bull ring and took me too a fair. The whole time grumbling about the Gypsies. "Ya can't just live like that Esther, they think you can but it will catch up with them. Moving from place to place like rats."

I was too shy to say anything back. I just stared.

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"Flowers," I lied "for me' Ma."

"That's nice." "Have you seen a ball over there?" He moved closer to the hedge and peered through to my side. "You aren't looking for flowers are ya?" He looked back at me. "Do you like looking for animals?" He asked innocently.

"Yeah, I found a frog last week, not found a toad yet though. I get a good look at them and then go home and draw them. I still need to find a toad though." I realised this whole time I was looking down into the ditch. I looked back at the boy.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Esther."

"My name's Henry, pleased to meet you Esther." He reached his hand through the hedge to shake mine. "Meet me at the wishing well at four after school and before dinner." He found his ball and walked away.

That evening he turned up with a picnic basket, a cloth covering the contense. He opened the basket and showed me a toad sat in the bottom still as can be, he set it down on the edge of the wishing well, picked up the toad and handed it to me. "Now you can draw a toad." He said. We saw eachother often after that. We would meet at school by the hedge and play games. Once a week when my dad was working late on the farm I would meet him by the wishing well and we would go hunting. We would catch everything from mice to snails. It was the happiest time of my life.

We grew closer over the next few years. When we got older we talked about how we wanted to get out of the village, into the city and do something that mattered. On my 16th birthday I met him by the wishing well. He told me we would fight together us against the world, and then he kissed me.

You believe that sort of stuff when you are 16, that you and one other person is enough.

I had never been kissed before. I didn't ever like anyone other than Henry.

When he was 17 a man came to the house. The next day Henry left without saying goodbye. His mother said he left for a new life in the city and would never come back, she said she did her bit but she wasn't his mother anymore. I remember thinking "how could he do this to me? He said it would be just us against everyone and everything."

I cried myself to sleep for 3 weeks after he left. I realised later that I was in love with Henry, and despite our ways it was an innocent love.

[spookycookie]

Me to myself when I thirst over fictional characters and celebrities

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 13: Your Kind of Love

Warnings: Toxic relationship, nightmares, abortion/miscarriage

Rebekah tapped her index finger against the steering wheel. Veera slept next to her in the passenger seat. Her eyelashes fluttered as she dreamed. She saw only one face. Elijah. Dancing with her, slowly swaying her in his arms. An old grammar phone playing old blues records in the corner of the room. The music filling the room with their love. The moment captured so perfectly in her dream.

But the room grew cold, dark. It crumbled around her, shattering. Then all that was left was Klaus. Kissing her gently, crying over her body.

She woke with a start. Flying at the dashboard.

"Good morning Veera." Rebekah said keeping her eyes on the empty road aheadm

"Huh... what?- um yeah!" Veera rubbed at her eyes. She realised a long strand of drool was stringing from her lips. She wiped it with the back of her hand.

"What or who do you want for breakfast?" Rebekah smirked.

"I um" Veera stuttered peering around to look out the windows or the car.

"Don't worry, I'm taking you to a witch. She will help with the scar my mother has left on your mind." Rebekah stayed staring at the road. The car started to incline up a hill. "She agreed to meet us up in the mountains so that we could be sure no one had followed us." Rebekah twisted the car up a winding path and parked. "You will like her. She understands all too well her self the damage a Mikaelson boy can do." Rebekah put the car in park and got out.

Veera followed. They walked for what seemed like hours, up a winding path, leading them further and further up.

Eventually they reached the top. There was a teenage girl sat on her own. Surely this wasn't who they had come to see.

"DAVINA!" Rebekah shouted and the girl turned. She ran to Rebekah hugging her tightly.

***

The sun was starting to set. They had been up the mountain for hours. Davina had been mixing herbs and reading grimoires and they had got nowhere.

Davina looked up.

"I'm so sorry." She said with tears in her eyes. "The only way we can save you is to kill your baby. Esther is a very powerful witch, she knew how to lock in the spell so it could not be undone." The sympathy on Davina's face felt like a punch in the gut. Veera knew that this girl would do what she could, and that if she said she couldn't that meant no one could.

"I need to speak to Elijah." Veera sighed looking at the grass beneath her feet. Clover grew there wild flowers sprouting up beneath her. New life.

"No need." She felt a booming voice behind her. She span around to face the source.

Niklaus stood there. For the first time Veera can remember he was crying. She was puzzled at how a man who was so harsh could care so much about her.

"Why are you hear Nik?" She growled angrily at him through her tears.

Klaus kneeled down in front of her. "Because I am your husband. Even Elijah knows that deep down. What's yours is mine. Although that child might be my brother's, you are still my wife and I will stop at nothing to protect you from the harm that my family cause you." He stood up. "Do the spell Davina, or you will never see your beloved Kol again." Klaus commanded. Veera sobbed. Klaus stooped down and picked her up. Holding her close to him. She punched at him but he continued holding her. Davina chanted and burned herbs around Veera. She felt blood trickle down her legs. She cried in pain. She closed her eyes. She pictured Elijah, how soft he was with her, how much he loved her. It kept her sane throughout the pain.

When it was done she looked into Klaus's blue eyes. Their faces millimeters from eachother. "I've dissapointed him." She said, her face was puffy from crying.

"You do not care how you have disappointed me?" He asked, hurt painted across his face.

"Maybe I am just not built for your kind of love." She passed out. Went limp in his arms. He passed her to Rebekah who bathed her in a small pool. Klaus left, he had never felt pain like this, he needed to feel numb.

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 12: New Animal

Warnings: none

As a student of literature, Veera knew life was mainly sex and death in equal measure. Her marriage to Klaus cost her her life, and her relations with Elijah bound her to the Mikaelson family forever.

Veera drove down the interstate, she knew exactly who she needed to see.

Hours of driving past. Whether it was her magic or imagination she could feel the baby slowly growing inside her. She stopped only to feed and use the bathroom.

After a long drive she stopped at a rest stop, got out of her car and walked into a diner. LED lights illuminated her face in a haunting blue as she walked down the isle between the booths. Outside it was pitch black. There was only one other person in the diner besides staff and she was sitting in the corner reading the menu.

Veera walked over to her, slid into the booth and picked up the spare menu that was laying there on the table. Discarded and useless it sat there on a table with one person. The other girl put down her menu.

"Oh for goodness sake Veera! Do you have to be so dramatic? I know you always call me to meet if something has happened there is no need for all this suspense." Rebekah reached out to touch the back of Veera's hand reassuringly.

Veera slowly placed down her menu, revealing teary eyes and a big black eye.

"Oh love," Rebekah sighed, got up and slid into the booth next to Veera, and placed an arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. "What have my brother's done to you? You poor thing!"

"Why did you tell him?" Veera looked up. "I know from your perspective I may look like a harlot, the worst possible person, but you have no idea the kind of violence and deception I was subject to in that marriage. I know sleeping with Elijah was wrong but after what I found out-" a tear rolled down her face.

"Veera, I didn't tell Niklaus, I would never do that. Believe me you are not the first woman to catch the eye of both of my brother's and after all I have been through with Nik do you really think I would betray my friendship with you and put you at risk like that?" Rebekah was angry. Angry that Veera thought this way about her morals.

"Then who was it Rebekah, because Klaus told me he was told by you-"

"Mother!" Rebekah was looking right through Veera to someone behind her.

"Hello girls," Veera heard a voice behind her and footsteps drawing ever closer. She turned to see a tall blonde woman with brown eyes just like Elijah's. The woman slid into the booth opposite Veera. "Now my dear. We have a lot to talk about. Where shall we start..." Esther looked away in deep thought. "I know you used my grimoire Veera. I also know about you trying to break away from my plan...and I know about the abomination growing right as we speak inside your syphoned womb. What I don't know is which one of my sons is the father. So enlighten me!" Esther stared at Veera, a smile on her face as if she enjoyed torturing her this way.

Rebekah turned to Veera. "What did she just-" Esther cut her off. "Shhh Rebekah, it doesn't matter it won't live to be born. That is why I am here Veera. I want to steer you onto the right path, to steer you down the path of good which I know is so deeply rooted in who you are. If you help me I will give you the opportunity to regain the humanity that means so much to you. I will teach you how to harness your powers and syphon from nature. I just need you to abandon the childish ideas that either of my sons will ever be what you need. You must realise they are monsters Veera!" Veera was growing angrier by every word that of poison that dripped from Esther's lips.

"THEY ARE NOT MONSTERS!" Veera shouted, the diner shook. Her anger almost scaring Rebekah.

"I see why Elijah and you are so close," Esther replied, surprisingly remaining completely composed "you both share the unwavering belief that people can be saved."

Veera's head burned. She stormed out of the diner.

"She'll be back." Esther said to Rebekah.

"Why do you hate us so much? You are our mother and yet you are the person who believes in our redemption the least. My brothers love that girl and although they may fight over her, their undying love for her shows that there is hope; for both of them." Rebekah argues.

"Rebekah-" Esther warns.

"No!" Rebekah cuts her off. "That child that she carries one way or another is your grandchild and my niece or nephew so even if you insist on denying yourself the opportunity of family you will have to kill me and every one of your siblings before you hurt that sweet girl." With that Rebekah gets up and leaves, running after Veera.

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 11: The Broken Dreams of Homecoming Queens

Warnings: violence, threat, sexually suggestive language, mentions of vomit

Elijah returned in the middle of the night. Veera was still awake. She was sitting in a white nightgown on Elijah's bed. Dark circles under her eyes from exhaustion. She had spend all day trying to learn how to harness magic. At one point she threw up from the strain of the magic.

She sat there knees to her chest, when Elijah walked in. She stared at the white wall in front of her, not looking up. He took of his jacket and folded it and layed it over the back of a chair in the corner. He walked over to the bedroom and crouched down, cupping her cheek in his hand. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. A tear rolled down her face and she started to sob softly.

"Oh my darling girl, what's wrong?" He said moving to sit on the bed and hold her in a tight embrace. Her tears created a wet patch on the shoulder of his shirt.

"I'm a monster!" She whimpered out, following it with more sobs. He pulled her back to look him in the eyes.

"What makes you say that?" He questioned. "You are the purest of hearts I have ever encountered in all my centuries. You, my love, put the angels to shame."

"I found your mother's spell book." She looks down not wanting to face him. He stood up, moving to look away from her. "I'm a syphon, Elijah. That is why your mother chose me for the spell, she wanted to turn me against her children and use my magic to kill you. I was trying all day to learn to harness it against her. She appeared to me, and told me that I should be ashamed. That I am a useless harlot. She said I was made for you but that Klaus compelled me when I was still human and had no magic to stop him. She told me I was never meant for him but for you. She told me that I had created a grave mistake." Tears rolled down her face and she longed for Elijah to look at her. At least if he was angry she could try to make it better.

"Created?" He turned to look at her, his brow furrowed.

"Elijah when I used magic today it undid the compulsion. I had dreams about you my whole life. It was like a force was drawing me to you. We met before. When I was 20. I -" she paused moving closer to him.

"Veera what does my mother mean by created." Elijah ignored her. It stung at her heart that he shut her off like this.

Elijah marched out of the room and came back with a book. Coated in dust with hand-cut pages. He flicked through.

"No, it can't be possible," he breathed. Tears in his eyes. He turned the book to her and she read.

"Syphons can remove the effects of vampirism in any individual including themselves. This can be enhanced by a spell from an elder. If a syphon is in love, she can remove the magic from her mate without knowing and can bare his children even if he is afflicted by vampirism."

Veera froze.

"Elijah-" he cut her off by leaning down and kissing her, hard. He pulled away. "We need to run, I know a witch that harnesses from the forests in Washington State, I can take you there and she will look after you -" Elijah was cut off by the sound of wood banging against bricks.

"ELIJAH!!!" They heard Klaus shout through the halls. Veera froze, trembling in fear. Elijah saw her there, like a dear in the headlights and kissed her like it could be the last kiss he ever gives her.

Klaus burst into the room. Veera was sat on the bed looking up at Elijah in front of her, wearing her night garments. Klaus was furious. Ripped the door off its hinges and threw it at Elijah. Elijah ducked missing the door and it fell to the ground with a thud. Klaus stood there seething with rage. Elijah flashed to him and held him up against the wall by his throat. He was older and stronger than his younger brother, despite him being a hybrid. "You defiled my wife. You took advantage of her innocence. Rebekah told me everything. How you took her on the dining table like a cheap whore. How did it feel brother to have my sloppy seconds?" Klaus spat at his brother. Elijah used his free hand to remove a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe Klaus's spit from his brow.

"Maybe if you had treated her with more respect and decency she would have stayed despite your compulsion. If you had never given her a reason to run Niklaus she would have never run. She would have stayed by your side as your loyal wife for the rest of her days, defending you just as I have done for 1000 years." Elijah leaned in to whisper in Klaus's ear. "You should have seen how quickly she forgot you with my face between her thighs, giving her what you never could." Klaus lost it then his eyes turned yellow and his vains appeared under his eyes. He bit down on Elijah's throat. Elijah dropped him. Klaus moved closer to Elijah's face. "Hope she enjoys you when you're demented and screaming out for Celeste" he spat.

Klaus walked over to Veera. He looked down at her shaking form. He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and forced her head up to look at him. "You're just a girl, you have no idea what you're doing. Elijah may be happy with my seconds but who is going to want you when he realises what a waste of space you are? It's always the Homecoming Queens they put out to any guy that promises them their dreams." She did not answer him but looked away from him. He grabbed her by the throat and she started to gasp desperately fighting for air.

"Elijah!" Veera called out for him. He pulled himself up, already weak from the venom. His love for her, for his child providing him with strength. He reached up and snapped Klaus's neck, he fell to the floor dropping Veera with a loud thud.

Elijah rushed to her. She lay lifeless there. He picked her up, like he was carrying her from a burning building. He placed her on the bed.

[rosesandcloves]

hello can you make headcanons for yandere klaus mikaelson

Of course lovely ☺️

When he met you he was transfixed

You wore a white sundress and strappy sandals and were eating and laughing with your friends in the park in Mystic falls

Your smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his whole life time

You were youthful and pure and the light within you shone through your face

Your eyes glistened in the late August sun

Klaus felt a darkness grow in him

A tortured need to have you

He would use any excuse to bump into you

Even if it made him look bad

Kidnapping and murdering your ex boyfriend because he doesn't deserve to look at you

"I may not be her first love, but I intend to be her last."

Eventually you spoke

He could feel his heart beating faster

Nervous to make a good impression

You were reading under a tree

He walked up to you slowly, how someone may walk up to a wild animal so as not to scare them away

He wanted to be delicate with you

He didn't want you to be afraid

"That's a good book." He said, nervously looking at his feet, kicking at the leaves on the floor

"K-klaus" you stuttered you had heard about him

"oh it's ok sweetheart I just want to talk to you" he said sitting down next to you

You would meet often to discuss books after this and you started to fall for him

He would take you to bookshops and let you pick out anything you wanted

Your joy being caused by him made him feel special

His love for you sparked a primal anger in him

He had to protect you at all costs

The dilemma

Your purity stemmed from your humanity but he could not lose you

When he scares you he breaks down

He can't bare it

Compelling you to forget your fear of him

Killing any man who dared look at you with lust

He would do anything for his baby

No one would use you as leverage, they would be too scared

He would burn the whole world to dust just to know you were safe and see you smile

Once you realised how many people he killed you tried to run away

But he kidnapped you and locked you in the compound

He would bring you fresh bodies to drink from 3 times a day

Kisses all over your body

He worships you

When he gets mad tho he lashes out

He doesn't want to hurt you so he kills others to satiate his anger

His family being worried about what he would do if you broke his heart

Not letting his brothers near you, but Rebekah and you being close

Daggering Elijah for trying to talk to you

Showering you with gifts

Rough in the bedroom

Breeding kink

Wanting to show you who you belonged to

But the after care king

Long baths

Not turning you because he wants you to have his baby

Killing anyone who gets in the way of his future with you

Promising to turn you when you're older because he never wants to be without you but he wants to give you a family first

I hope this is ok, I'm not very familiar with the whole yandere thing so I kinda just went off Joe Goldberg from 'YOU'

[allvampiresaregay]

There’s less Dracula entries in June bc Dracula is out celebrating pride month

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 10: Syphon

Warnings: none

Veera woke the early next morning with a headache. There had been thunder storm all night due to the humidity which had woken her from her slumber several times.

She looked up, she was in a huge ornate four poster bed with drapes hung above it. The window blew too and fro in the wind and the rain and whistled on its hinges.

She stood up her feet sinking into the soft rug beside the bed. She tiptoed over to the window and pulled it closed, latching it. As she was about to walk away she noticed a figure, tall and dressed all in black standing just outside the walls of the compound. The figure looked up at her with glowing eyes and then vanished.

She went back to bed and fell back asleep .

When she woke again the sun was shining in through the window. The rain had cleared and she could hear movement downstairs. She put on a silk dressing robe that was hung on the back of the door and made her way downstairs. When she got to the kitchen there was a tray on the island. It was filled with all sorts of breakfast foods, toast, jam, eggs and a French press full of fresh coffee. There was a note tucked under a coffee cup that read:

Good morning beautiful,

I was going to bring this to your room but I didn't want to wake you. Have a lovely morning. I'll be back soon.

Yours,

Elijah

Veera sat down on a stool and poured herself a cup of coffee. It was still warm; she had only missed him by a couple of minutes.

She held the warm mug in her hands and took a sip. Memories of the night before flooding her mind. She smiled. The feelings for Klaus completely gone, but how could this be? Wasn't she bound to all of them.

She ate her breakfast and put the plates in the sink. She went upstairs and showered, wrapped a towel around her and then went looking for something to wear. She walked from room to room eventually finding a closet. Inside were clothes from every decade of the last century. It was warm so she found a pair of short shorts from the 90s and put them on. She then went back to Elijah's doom and found a shirt that she put over the top. He won't mind. She thought, buttoning the buttons and rolling up the sleeves.

Her car was still at Rousseau's and Elijah's was gone from the driveway so she was stranded. She decided to take a look around. She found her way to the library and looked around for something to read. Browsing first editions of everything from Dickens to Tolstoy. Suddenly she heard a huge bang as a book fell to the floor behind her. She jumped and then walked over to put in back on the shelf. However she couldn't see an author on the spine and it was unclear where it came from. She opened it and it shocked her, a static sensation going all up her arm and the rest of her body. Inside on the first page there was a name. Esther.

It appeared to be a grimoire. Pages upon pages of spells. She flicked through and found a page titled Syphons.

The Syphon is a dangerous variation of the witch. Because of crimes against nature in a past life they are not born with magic of their own despite being of a witch bloodline. A Syphon may not know what she is for a very long time until she comes into contact with other magical beings. They usually feel pulled towards their magic as the only way they can practice is to take the magic of another magical being or object and keep it for themselves. Much like how a vampire feeds on blood, the Syphon will suck the magic out of a magic source with little to no control. Sometimes the syphoning process can lead to a witch being left for dead if her magic is taken. Because these witches are shunned by nature, nature is unable to balance their magic and cannot control them. This means that a Syphon can be a warewolf or a vampire and Syphon from their own power.

Veera shut the book and placed it on a stool in the corner of the room. It all came back to her. Shattering that glass when Klaus took her captive, the warmth she felt when Elijah touched her and the prickling sensation as she opened the grimoire.

Veera was a syphon. Now she could break the curse.

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 9: Brothers and Betrayal

Warnings: Smut, swearing, dom!Elijah, bondage if you squint, Esther(cause honestly she is a trigger)

She pulled up to Rousseau's at 9 pm locked the car and went inside. A sweet blonde girl was serving tonight. She sat down on a bar stool near the door and ordered a large glass of '34 Chateaux Cheval Blank. Veera wondered what her life would have been like if she was normal like her. She wouldn't be able to afford this wine but maybe she would have picked a better husband. 

At that moment the bell rang and the door opened. In walked a tall man in a suit with silver cufflinks with an ornate crest. He had perfectly polished black dress shoes and a deep red tie the colour of blood. His hands straightening the cuffs of his jacket were spotted with blood.

Veera looked up and met his gaze. "Elijah," she said to signal to him that she was there. He walked over to her and put a hand on her arm. She stood up and hugged him. A human show of affection when you meet a friend for a drink. They didn't want to draw suspicion. New Orleans was full of suspicious people. 

He tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "Meet me in the cellar in five minutes, I will pretend I'm going to the bathroom, have some of your wine and then excuse yourself." She sat down. Her spine-tingling. She can't remember the last time Klaus held her that delicately. 

"Right, I've come straight from the office so I'm going to nip to the bathroom and wash up. Get all this ink off my hands." He smiled at the barmaid and then left, leaving her there with the barmaid and her wine. 

"Hot date." Said the barmaid, wiping down the counter. 

"Oh no," Veera blushed. "He's my husband's brother." She clasped the stem of the wine glass between thumb and forefinger and looked down into the burgundy abyss. 

"And your husband is fine with his brother holding his wife like that?" Veera looked at her, with a warning glance. 

"Okay, okay none of my business," the blonde woman said putting her hands up in mock surrender. 

Veera took a long sip of her wine, then excused herself and walked down to the cellar to meet Elijah. Her skin tingled on her hip where he held her. She shook it off as just a cramp from driving but she knew that wasn't true.

"Veera," Elijah turned when she walked through the wooden door into the cellar and latched it behind her. 

"We need to talk about my brother." 

Elijah told her everything. She was sent by their mother Esther to destroy the family. Divide the siblings so she could take them out one by one. Elijah found out about his mother's plan through a witch, the very one who cast the spell that bound her to the brothers. The magic used in the spell drew on the magic of the original doppelgangers and meant that all of the brothers had the destiny to be with her. Niklaus was told by a witch that the only way to break the spell was to turn Veera and have her drink the blood of the witch who cast the original spell to complete her transition. 

"But when you did not drink," Elijah trailed off. 

That was why she had never seen any of the brother's faces before her wedding day. Niklaus always said they were out of state. They had phone calls and texts and letters but they never saw one another. 

"That was that look," Veera stared into the distance, and then back to Elijah's chestnut eyes. 

She saw a softness in his expression. She caught his eyes darting quickly to her lips and back again. 

They both slowly moved towards each other and then he grabbed her, one hand in the small of her back and the other underneath her thigh holding her leg up and pulling her close to him. He pushed her up against the wall of bottles. On impact, a few of them fell and smashed onto the stone floor. Their lips collided in a hungry kiss. Her breath hitched as he pressed himself against her. Her dress had ridden up around her waist, failing to conceal her modesty. Suddenly Elijah stopped and moved away from her. 

"This is wrong!" he said looking at the ground his head on his brow. He looked up at her glowing jade eyes that sparkled in the low light of the cellar. "You are married to Niklaus." 

She pulled her dress down to cover her thighs again. She walked over to him and placed a hand on the side of his face. Millimetres between them. "I am a widow Elijah. No one would begrudge either of us if I find solace in the strong arms of my dead husband's brother." Veera looked up at him with innocent doe eyes. She leaned in and kissed him softly. He grabbed her around the waist and whooshed outside. Elijah held open the passenger door to his Porsche Panamera as Veera got in. He shut the door and walked around the front of the car and got in. Veera watched the way he moved, biting her lip. 

As they drove, he had one hand on the wheel and one hand on her left thigh. Looked over at her every so often. She gazed at him while he drove. The tensing of his muscles when he changed gear, the sharpness of his jaw when he was concentrating, she found his allure fascinating. 

They arrived at the compound in darkness. He opened the door for her and lead her inside. As soon as they were through the gates he pushed her up against the wall, holding both of her hands above her head. She melted into him. His dominance exciting even though she felt totally safe. She knew his actions were to please, not to hurt and scar. He peppered her neck with kissed and then met her lips, greeting her with a deep kiss. She held his face between her hands as they kissed, his stubble prickling the nerves in her hands. It felt electric. he moved her to the table and laid her down on the mahogany. He stood at the end of the table. He removed his tie and used it to tie her wrists together above her head. "May I?" He questioned playing with the hem of her dress. She nodded in response and sat up. He pulled the dress over her head and removed her underwear. He unbuttoned his pants but did not remove them, his attention shifting back to her. He kissed up her body starting at her thighs. He pushed his thigh between her legs, providing her with some much needed friction. When he got to her face he gripped her neck tightly as he kissed her. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this." He whispered in her ear and with that he thrust into her without warning. He gave her a moment to adjust and then started slamming into her at a steady pace. She could sense his impatience. He was her much needed sanctuary from the darkness of this world. Before long the compound was filled with Veera's strangled moans as Elijah fucked her senseless, making her his. 

*

Elijah helped Veera redress, her legs shaking. Once she was decent, he sat her on the table placing a soft kiss on her lips. Her legs swung as she watched him get dressed holding his tie for him, running the silk through her fingers. Elijah was just buttoning his shirt when they were interrupted by the large oak doors to the dining hall opening. 

"What the fuck have you done?!" an alarmed voice said in a breathy voice.

"Rebekah," Elijah rushed after his sister as she stormed off. 

Veera was left sitting there, the midnight draft nipping at her bare legs. In the other room the siblings were arguing. 

"How could you do this to Nik? Elijah, this is his wife. His one chance for salvation. The one person that stood a chance in saving him and yet you decided to sign her death sentence with your cock. Do you have any idea what this means for our family? The peace that we fought so long for is no more. " Veera could hear the clacking of stilettos against the wooden floor as Rebekah paced the halls. 

"Rebekah I care for her. If you stop for a moment you might realise that I am not the womanizer out of your brothers. I would not have done this if I didn't think I could keep her safe. Niklaus is dead he is daggered in a box, by his wife's own hand I might add. She is a widow. I have refrained from acting upon my feelings for the girl while she was married to our brother but I will not sacrifice my happiness for a brother that has done nothing but deny you of yours." Elijah reasoned with his sister.

"If you really care about her like you say you do then why did you let her marry our brother. You of all people should know that a relationship is not over just because someone is dead." With that Veera heard her walk away and out of the compound. Slamming the door on her way out. 

[rosesandcloves]

Unwanted Years

Part 8: Queen of Disaster

Veera woke the next morning to the sound of fighting. She turned over in bed and stretched, the area next to her on the bed was sunken in but cold. She heard men shouting. The cutting of flesh. She snapped off a chair leg from her dresser chair and tiptoed downstairs. When she came to the bottom step she peered around the corner to see Damon's lifeless body laying on the floor. 

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" she screamed running out to confront Klaus. She didn't wait to hear his excuse she just pulled out the stake and plunged it into his chest. He jolted backwards with pain. He looked at her, the devil in his eyes and pulled the stake from his heart. She ran into the other room and locked the door Veera pushed a huge cabinet in front of the door. She knew it would hold Klaus for many seconds but she needed a head start. She wrenched up a floorboard in the corner of the room. Revealing her insurance policy: a silver dagger, with a bottle of white ash. She dipped the dagger into the ash and stood across from the door. 

Klaus burst through the door. She walked towards him, a sweet smile on her face, her hands behind her back. He reached for her hair and as he tucked it behind her ear she plunged the dagger into his heart where the stake had been just moments before. She watched him slowly turn grey and fall to the floor. Betrayal evident in his eyes. 

She carried his body to the coffin in the corner of the room, which had previously held Rebekah for a hundred years. She dropped his body in and walked away. Picking up the keys to the black Jeep that sat in the driveway. 

She sped out the driveway doing 90 in a 40 limit. She blasted the radio at full volume, some 80s rock band blaring over the stereo. She found the nearest highway and merged, speeding onwards. So what if a cop caught her she could just compel him. The music suddenly cuts out and the car phone rings. A name flashed across the screen. 

Elijah

"What?" she answers. 

"Hello Elijah, Veera here how can I help you?" She hears a deep voice say through the speakers. "seriously Veera who taught you to answer the phone like that, its disgraceful?" Elijah taunted her. 

"If you have just called to remind me of my lack of etiquette Elijah don't bother, I'm pretty sure daggering ones husband isn't exactly proper behaviour either. " She snarked back in overly forced queens English. 

"Yes well what you and Niklaus do for fun is none of my concern, but i have something to tell you" he dismissed her. "How quickly can you get to New Orleans?" He asked, she heard a sense of panic in his voice not typical of his usual calm demeanour. 

"Errrm.. 6 hours." 

The line cut off and the music blared out of the stereo once more. She sped down the highway towards Louisiana.