Dresses and Deep Compulsion · Y/n story by @TheOriginals

The grand oak doors of the Mikaelson mansion stood open, golden light spilling onto the stone steps like a promise. Music drifted out—strings, laughter, the clink of crystal.

Elena Gilbert

her hand tightened on Stefan’s arm, voice low Stefan, you’ve been quiet since we got the invitation. Do you know these people?

Stefan Salvatore

blinking, glancing around the room with furrowed brows No. I’ve never seen this house before in my life. But something about it feels... he trailed off, touching his temple I don’t know. Like a dream I can’t remember.

Damon Salvatore

from behind them, plucking a champagne flute from a passing tray Well, whoever they are, they know how to throw a party. he took a sip, then smirked Let’s hope they’re not the murder-y kind of mysterious.

Alaric Saltzman

scanning the crowd, jaw tight That’s the thing. Rich, powerful, anonymous invitations... in this town, that’s rarely a good sign.

Bonnie Bennett

her eyes flickered toward the staircase There’s a lot of energy here. Old energy. she shivered slightly Really old.

Caroline was already a few steps ahead, taking in the room with wide, delighted eyes.

Caroline Forbes

turning back to them, beaming Okay, is anyone else feeling severely underdressed? Because this is insane. I mean, look at this place!

Then, as a hush fell over the nearest guests, the group’s attention shifted toward the grand staircase.

Klaus Mikaelson

his voice carried, smooth and warm as aged whiskey Welcome, all of you. The Mikaelsons are so very pleased you could join us.

His gaze swept the crowd—and landed on Stefan. For a long, impossible moment, Klaus just looked at him. The smile deepened. Knowing. Almost tender.

Stefan Salvatore

to Elena, barely a whisper Who are these people?