𝐇𝐎𝐀𝐗 | tvd & reign oneshots

- 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒏.

SWEET DREAMS OF HOLLY AND RIBBON - a Mikaelson family fic in which they attempt to celebrate Christmas while letting go of the past. Season 5 emotionally ruined me, so I'm writing this - you're welcome. This is during the married Hayley era, but evermore and folklore exist - to hell with timelines, plus Freya and Keelin are already married and Marcel got rejected. No angst, just fluff, and Stylist!Haybekah

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CHAPTER I

"COME ON, BROTHER!" Rebekah sighs, following Klaus down the winding stairs of the compound. "Please, just this one year, and then I promise we can be back to our murderous killing sprees right after this is over. You can rip off as many heads as you'd like, I won't judge, just PLEASE, let us have this holiday?"

"I will not entertain such notions of tomfoolery in this home," Klaus declares, the compound shaking with each step he takes. "Last Christmas we had, one of our brothers were daggered for the next century."

"Just hear me out, that would be enough," Rebekah makes one final plea for her case as she shows Klaus the list she wrote down on an old piece of parchment.

TERMS AND CONDITIONS

By signing this, you, Klaus Mikaelson, agree to the terms and conditions of this family holiday listed below. If any are violated, you shall sincerely be exiled from the Mikaelson family compound for the next six years or as long as the owner seems fit.

You will not dagger, kill, or violate anyone during the twelve days leading up to the Christmas holiday.

You will not burn, mutilate, or cause any physical harm of any sort to the compound at all.

You shall not engage in combat or battle with any foreign factions or those of your own.

You will get along with all of your relatives; including Mikael, Finn, and Esther, who have all graciously agreed to come back from beyond the grave to celebrate this fine human tradition.

SIGN BELOW, in your own hand (don't try anything)

_________________________

"I'm not getting kicked out of my own house!" Klaus roars indignantly, about to throw the proposition into the fire before Rebekah speeds in front of him, gripping his arm with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Well... ever since you signed the name to Freya, it's hers. So technically, this isn't your house, it's Freya's, and she gets to decide whether you get to be in it or stay out."

"And did our dear eldest sister have any say in this?" The Original hybrid closes his eyes and mentally counts to three, trying not to rip out the hearts of everyone in this house.

"As a matter of fact, I did." Freya struts into the courtyard, looking ever so pleased with herself. "It was actually me who decided to write the damn contract, so if your anger should be for anyone, it's me. Rebekah's only the messenger."

Klaus groans. "Twelve fucking days, do you know what I could be doing in that time frame? I could literally murder an entire Roman army and hold every witch coven and vampire in this city hostage. I'm not going to waste twelve days of good bloodshed on a stupid human tradition!"

"Believe me, we've all talked to them," Freya assures. "Besides, all of New Orleans is too invested in the holiday to worry about any murder or bloodshed."

Just then, Cami and Hayley enter, giggling and holding two bottles of whiskey. "In my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come, to dance under sparkling lights, bundled up in their mittens and coats, and the cider would flow, AND I JUST WANNA BE THERE TONIGHTTTT - SWEET DREAMS OF HOLLY AND RIBBON, MISTAKES ARE FORGIVEN-"