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Imagine - You are invited to Mikaelsons house warming party and Niklaus becomes fond of

When you received the elegant letter at your doorstep inviting you to a house warming party for the Mikaelssons’, a new family to Y/H/T, you couldn’t refuse. Nearly everyone in your town was invited, especially the founding families. You adorned your prettiest light purple body hugging dress, a pair of black heels, and priceless family jewels.

So far the party had been a blast. You had danced with a few people and talked with all the other founding families. You had met a couple of the Mikaelssons, two dark haired men, Elijah and Kol, and Rebekah. Elijah was the utmost gentleman but seemed very formal. Kol had a ever lingering air of mischief and a sly smirk to compliment. Rebekah was very nice and cheerful and her dress was drop dead gorgeous. Rebekah was the only Mikaelsson you maintained a conversation with, however laconic.

But one of the Mikaelsons couldn’t keep his eyes off you the whole evening. You kept catching him eyeing you from afar. He was incredibly handsome but you could sense something ominous about the way he looked at you, like he could just eat you up.

Brushing it off you grabbed a glass of bubbling golden champagne and sipped the rich and expensive liquor.

“We haven’t been introduced yet, I’m Klaus Mikaelson.” You jumped and almost spilt your beverage. Turning you met eyes with the man from before. He held out his hand for yours. “What’s your name, love?”

“I’m Y/N.” You said placing your hand in his. He lifted your hand and pressed his lips against the back of your palm. His stubble tickled the back of your hand and his lips were smooth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His breath tickled. Klaus’s lips remained on your hand a couple seconds longer than casual, but in this day and time is a kiss on the back of your hand ever not an intimate gesture?

Klaus kept eye contact the whole time and smiled gleefully as he gently let your hand go. You studied his handsome features but you couldn’t get your mind off of the way he had been looking at you only a few moments prior. But what harm could a stranger, hosting such a ostentatious event, at their mansion with their family, intend you? But your gut feeling never led you astray, and you aren’t about to ditch your instinct because of a man with manners and a handsome smile.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You held his burning gaze. His eyes were a aqua and grey blue and were magnificent.

“Would you like to dance, love?” One corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk that revealed one of his dimples.

“It is a party after all.” You replied and took his arm and he led you to the dance floor as the music slowed to a more mellow melody.

Despite your caution while in his presence you couldn’t hold back the blush that blossomed across your cheeks when he laid one hand across the small of your back and continued to compliment you.

“That dress is magnificent, Love, You look absolutely stunning.” The way he looked into your eyes made it seem like he was trying to know your whole being in the short span of the song.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome, Klaus.” The conversation paused while Klaus spun you. “Now tell me more about you, mysterious new-comer.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” he smiled. “My family and I moved here and reunited. And what about you, love? Anything intriguing about you?”

“I’m a college student, my major is indeterminate. I’m just trying to figure out what I really want to devote myself to but I haven’t really found anything. Life is too short to be stuck daily hating what I’m doing just for money, you know?” Klaus looked at you in agreement.

“I couldn’t agree more, love. So far what has interested you most?"Klaus said off-handedly before lowering you into a dip. Klaus was liking you more and more by the minute.

"I think psychology has been the most intriguing, but it’s not something I see myself enjoying day to day. It’s fun to learn how emotions affect people and how different people react and how it’s all just a big chain reaction of chemical surges in our brains. It explains a lot though. Once you learn this type of material you can’t really unlearn it. It’s fun to meet people and become some form psychic on what their going to do.” The song came to an end and Klaus led you off the dance floor.

The night was long and you had happily spent most of it with Klaus. Apparently his full name is Niklaus Mikaelsson. He has three brothers and a sister, his dad had passed. You and Klaus danced many more times and his charm won you over. Klaus grew on you.

When you finally arrived home you removed your now painful heels, peeling off your dress and showered. Now dried and in comfy pajamas you walked into your room. There on your open window sill lay a small white card with script: “To Y/N~”. You opened the card and read it.

“Y/N, I had a fantastic evening all thanks to you. I would love to get to know you even better. You can come be my psychic, love.
~ Klaus”

You went to bed but you couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of seeing Klaus again.


Nothing really happened after that. Elijah’s cheeks coloured a little and all his touches were flighty and nervous; Connor moved carefully, making sure nothing he did spooked Elijah or made him feel uncomfortable. But Elijah never pushed him away; if anything he moved a little closer and his body became a little easier. They sat beneath the stars and talked, laughing at themselves for being such fools and for jumping to conclusions, for ignoring each other, for failing to listen when they needed to the most.

Elijah began to nod off at around eleven o’clock. Connor barely noticed - he’d already had one hand carding through Elijah’s hair, the boy’s head cradled against his shoulder, but once he realised that Elijah had nodded off he picked him up carefully, carrying him over to the air mattress on the other side of the balcony.

He lay Elijah down and pulled the covers up so he didn’t get a chill. And then he kicked off his own shoes, lying down as well, though being careful to stick to the other side of the bed, a sizeable space between them.


When Elijah let himself in, he heard a cry from the kitchen, and Bella came running out toward the door, eyes wild and hair flying. “Elijah!” she cried, relief flooding her voice. “Oh, thank God! You’re safe!”

“Stop!” Elijah yelled when Bella made to throw herself on him; he’d had too much already. If he were to be touched now… he felt like he’d collapse like a house of cards. “Please don’t…”

Bella backed off, her expression gentle, understanding. She wiped her hands nervously against the front of her suit. “Sorry,” she apologised. “I… wasn’t thinking. Goodness! I’m so relieved.” Laughing nervously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Cole’s gone to bed. You should get some sleep too, all right? It’s been a long, hard day. For all of us.”

Elijah, unsure exactly what he was feeling, merely nodded mutely.


Rebekah Mikaelson reminds me a lot of Rosalie Cullen from the Twilight series… Both women are blondes that didn’t choose to be vampires and they both long to have children but can never have them because they are immortal. Also both of their names start with the letter “R.”


Marcus is the family seeker and Oliver is the family keeper. Their twin daughters, Cecelia and Camilla Flintwood are the Beaters and are 19 year old former Gryffindors. They also have a 17 year old son named Hayden Flintwood who is a Gryffindor Chaser and very loud/boisterous. Their next child is Jared Flintwood, a pale, brooding and quiet Slytherin boy with strong opinions. The youngest child is a daughter named Elijah who has raven hair, piercing eyes and a terrifying yet adorable person.