“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Klaus stepped into Y/N’s personal space, glaring at them like he was trying to set them on fire. “I do,” Y/N answered. “And I want you to stop treating your sister like some servant and start treating her like family.” requested by silverseamoons requests are open
Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.
As Y/N walked by, they saw the moving van outside the newly sold house. Four people were standing rather close to each other and were talking amongst themselves. Y/N walked up to the fence, waving as they called out. “So you must be the new neighbors,” Y/N called, making the group turn around to look at them. “I’m Y/N, I live in the house next door.” The group made their way over to Y/N and the one in the suit spoke first. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I’m Elijah and these are my brother, Klaus and Kol, and our sister, Rebekah.” “Awesome,” Y/N smiled brightly. “I can’t wait to have you all over for dinner or something.” As Y/N turned away to head home, they shouted back over their shoulder. “And welcome to New Orleans!”