❝ NO ONE CARES
YOU GOT SENT
TO THE MOON
MONKEY MAN. ❞
in which harper mikaelson
meets five hargreeves and
somehow helps save the world
[Five Hargreeves X Mikaelson FOC
Cover by @itsmarrosee]
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CHAPTER ONE
❝ everything is burning and i love it sit and watch the world until it's nothing ❞
╴rebels | call me karizma
DEATH. WHEN YOU'RE OVER 1000 YEARS OLD DEATH BECOMES A COMMON THING. People die, it happens. Harper herself had 'died' on a multitude of occasions, all at the hand of her brothers. She had only just woken up from a 'long autumn nap upstairs' a couple of months ago thanks to the foolish Salvatore brothers. They had wished she would assist in murdering Niklaus, although all they received was a snapped neck.
Harper fled town shortly after and had been moving around ever since, hoping to avoid another dagger in her chest.
She was now in the city of New York, just outside of a small shop named 'Griddy's doughnuts'. She was hoping to find decent coffee and maybe someone to eat, although the place seemed pretty empty so hopes weren't high.
The smell of coffee pastries is the first thing Harper noticed when she entered the shop. The lights flickered briefly as she walked over to the looped bar, taking a seat in one of the old red stools. There wasn't anyone behind the counter that she could see, although she could hear a heartbeat coming from a back room.
Harper was about to ring the silver bell sitting on the counter although a new set of footsteps caused her to turn around. A boy who looked close to her physical age entered, a scowl on his face as he walked over to the counter as well. Taking a seat surprisingly close to her for the place being empty.
Ringing the bell himself, another man enters the shop as well. An older looking man in a tow trucker jacket. A smirk growing on Harpers face at the people, hopefully, one of them would make a nice meal.
"Sorry, sink was clogged. So, what'll it be?" A woman in a pink uniform finally asks, pulling a pen and notepad out of her apron with a closed smile.
"Give me a chocolate eclair," The older man speaks first. The waitress wrote down his order with a small hum. Harper opened her mouth to speak although the waitress interrupted her before she could.
"Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" She questioned the man again, pointing to Harper and the boy with her pen. The words eliciting an annoyed eye roll from Harper.
"The kid wants coffee. Black," the brunette tells the waitress with a scoff.
"I'll have the same," Harper speaks up. Jokingly raising her hand.
Looking between the two of them strangely the waitress lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "Cute kids."
Gazing at the women strangely, Harper let out a light chuckle. The boy next to her only gave a wide smile in return, while the older man just looked slightly bored at the whole situation.
