#[ klaus mikaelson / threads ]

[foundationbuilt]

If Klaus knew how fun being married was , he might have done it a long time ago. The thought brought an amused smirk to his mouth as he tilted his head to the side on the pillow , surveying the sweat-coated mess of his wife , his precious doppelganger. She was always so exhausted afterwards , her fragile human body not able to withstand his hybrid stamina ( even he was amazed by that , how his strength and speed and abilities had increased , expanded , from what he would have been not that long ago ; and again , the knowledge of how much better he was these days had his blood pumping from exhilaration as well as anger , because it had been half a millennia he had been denied who he was ... )

In an effort to distract himself from such thoughts ( his mother , his father , that nightmare of a night and all those that followed ) Klaus instead settled on Katerina's rapid heartbeat. One of the things he found incredibly displeasing about their sexual activities was that he couldn't bite her , except sparingly in the heat of the moment when she could mistake it for pleasure , not realizing that he was drinking ; fortunately , the sensation could be extremely pleasurable when done correctly. Even so , Klaus was used to being able to drink till he was content , having his bed a little bit more ... messy in the aftermath. He comforted himself with the knowledge that he could snatch a maid on the way to breakfast , excusing himself for a bathroom break ; it would be delicious to sit across from his wonderfully devoted lover with the taste of blood still lingering on his tongue , accompanied by the flush in her cheeks every time she looked at him. It was an intoxicating thought , exciting in the promise of something to come , and in the meantime he allowed his ears to settle onto her heartbeat pounding like a drum ( thump-thump , thump-thump , thump-thump ) , slowly but steadily settling into a gentler rhythm. It was satisfying , comforting even in its familiarity , but then something else caught his attention ; in the quietness of their chambers , it should be only the two of them — so where was the other heartbeat coming from ...?

It took Klaus a long moment to realize the additional heartbeat was originating from Katerina, quieter ( softer , less steady ) than her own but undeniably there , now that he was listening for it. It took several more before the realization of how such a possibility existed sank in to Klaus' baffled mind: she was with child.

Quick as a flash , faster than he would have moved around her prior , he was sitting up straight and staring down at her , sprawled tiredly in their sheets , with a growing anger lost in bewilderment. How dare she —

❝ What have you done ? ❞ Klaus demanded , the words almost lost in a growl rumbling deep in his chest . The question was pointless , however ; it was clear what she had done. More importantly — ❝ Who ? Who have you dared to — ❞ He couldn't even get the words out , infuriated , a red cloud overcoming his mind. That she would even think of betraying him in such a manner ... ❝ To think of all the betrayals you could have made ... ❞ To think of how he could have possibly missed it ; to have become as foolish as Mikael , to have his wife lay with another , to sire a child out of wedlock ... ❝ Did you think me a fool ? Was this your plan all along ? ❞

Had she thought him stupid enough to believe it would be his own , to raise it like his own so that her child could have the nobility of a lord ? Her naivety could be contributed to her ignorance of his true nature , but for her to have even given it the thought ... Klaus heaved out a harsh breath , fist clenching in the bedsheet and ripping easily through the fabric. The next clench would be around her throat , stuffing out this lustrous whore as quick as he had his mother , if she did not confess to the sins she had committed ( and yes , even after that ).

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@little-miss-buffy | liked this for a small starter

"You wanna know what your problem is?" Klaus asked, looking over at the blonde for a moment. She was frustrating by all means, and so was what he was feeling towards her. Falling for her hadn't been intended. It just happened and maybe this wasn't the best way to confront it. But yet here he was doing it. There were times that Klaus didn't think things all the way through.

[anoddbunch]

@choserage liked for a starter

"Are you going to explain yourself?"

[aceofhevrts]

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈   :   caroline  forbes   (  @augus1  ) 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚   :   dirty joe ' s

muito   embora   o   bar   local   esteja   longe   do   padrão   habitual   de   niklaus   ,   a   vontade   fala   mais   alto   do   que   qualquer   coisa      ——      e   não   fala   só   de   um   bom   uísqe   .         ❛   hello   ,   love   .   ❜         o   cumprimento   rola   com   facilidade   de   sua   língua   quando   nota   ela   se   aproximar   ,   incapaz   de   disfarçar   aquela   nota   de   adoração   que   sempre   aparece   quando   se   trata   de   caroline   .   seja   lá   o   que   o   trouxe   ali   ,   o   fato   de   tê - la   trazido   é   tanto   um   alívio   como   uma   fonte   de   preocupação   para   o   mikaelson   .         ❛   care   to   join   me   for   a   drink   ?   ❜

[luminescenc1e]

“ You are doing wonderful sweetheart. ” There was a trail of blood sliding from the corner of his lips, but Klaus could not bother to care about anything at the moment. Propped up on an avalanche of pillows, her skirts ripped in the middle, one knee hanging over his shoulder. She looked good enough to paint, tasting like the first warm sunlight after a harrowing winter.

He was quite comfortable between her legs, milky thighs on each side of his face, and now two small puncture wounds to his right. With her hair framing her face, and a light blush smattering her cheeks, Klaus thought she resembled a painting he had seen in a gallery in Paris, it was from a young painter named Renoir.

It had taken him some time to win her trust, to make sure that she felt comfortable around him, that she enjoyed his company as much as he did.

Lips hungrily going back to the soft skin, but he does not bite again, even though he had made sure that it was pleasurable for her, that the pain was quickly masked with rapture and satisfaction. Lips pressed against the wound, tongue moving to lick the blood that had been dripping and making sure that it healed quicker. “ How do you feel? What do you want? Let me give it to you. ”

Moving one knee off his shoulder, slowly he moves up the bed, his arms framing her, before he settles over her, making sure not to put all of his weight on her. Klaus leans down, a soft kiss to her neck, and then continues to her jaw, finishing when he reaches her lips. “ Where do you want me? Command me! ”

for4bes asked: 11)  for sender to bite the inside of receiver’s thigh and then lick the mark left behind (reverse, klaus) / MEME - accepting!

[ac1nums-moved]

@shadowbrn, niklaus mikaelson required a starter from phoebe halliwell.

" so, you're like a supernatural smoothie? interesting. "

[foundationbuilt]

@lycanslain / cont.

Murder, that was what was spiralling through Klaus' heart. Murder and betrayal and the horrible smug certainty of being proven correct once again. Once again, his family had disappointed him. They had turned their backs, repelled by their bastard brother in spite of his attempts to reconcile the wrongs of the past.

 ❝ Do not test me, Henrik, ❞ he snarled, levelling a finger at his youngest brother. Chest tight, throat aching to feast — to distract him from the miseries that were his life, the impossibilities of ever making something of this disgrace of a family.  ❝ Did you know? Did — you — know? ❞ Each word was snarled as he slowly advanced on him.  ❝ For if so ... yes ...❞ he breathed in a dangerous voice, ❝ ... worry. ❞

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@hayleylabonairmarshall | Liked this for a closed small starter

Klaus never admitted whenever he needed help. It was hard for him to come to terms with that. Actually being able to ask for help. But Hayley, the mother of his child had become a close friend to him. So he felt like she was the only one that could help. "You're the only one that can help me." Klaus stated, looking over at her. "I'm starting to feel something that I shouldn't be." Feelings were also difficult for him to process.

[anoddbunch]

He didn't know why this moment felt bittersweet, with something overhanging over them that he couldn't place. Was it breaking? Was there a severing? He drew a breath and looked into her eyes. There were far too many memories between them for him to center on just one. "I suppose I like our separations the best." He stated with a small grin. "I like knowing that you'll still want to come back, no matter what I do."

cont'd from here - @choserage

[aceofhevrts]

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈   :   rebekah  mikaelson   (  @dinascove  ) 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚   :   galeria  the  quarter

os   olhos   do   híbrido   estão   concentrados   na   pequena   escultura   de   lobo   em   suas   mãos   conforme   talha   os   detalhes   com   expertize   .   aquela   é   apenas   uma   de   tantas   que   já   fez   na   última   década   ,   um   hábito   que   descobriu   aquietar   ainda   que   apenas   um   pouco   a   falta   de   hope   .   a   placa   deixada   na   porta   de   sua   galeria   deveria   impedir   os   outros   de   interromper   seu   momento   de   paz   ,   contudo   ,   deveria   prever   que   uma   criatura   não   deixaria   um   simples   pedido   ficar   em   seu   caminho   .     ❛   ah   ,   rebekah   !   ❜         recebe   a   irmã   com   uma   exclamativa   antes   mesmo   dela   cruzar   a   porta   ,   o   tom   carregando   uma   nota   de   provocação   .         ❛   eu   posso   bem   imaginar   que   ser   alfabetizada   não   deva   ter   sido   uma   tarefa   fácil   entre   uma   adaga   e   outra   ,   mas   a   essa   altura   você   já   deveria   saber   o   significado   de   não   pertube   ,   não   ?   ❜         ironiza   ,   apenas   por   fazê - lo   .   é   seu   trabalho   e   prazer   como   irmão   mais   velho   ,   afinal   .         ❛   me   deixe   adivinhar   .   você   pensou   em   alguma   outra   festa   para   gastar   meu   dinheiro   .   certo   ?   ❜

[devilsanddarlings]

"We'll bring you some candy!" (Josie @ Klaus)

“Who said I was staying here whilst you all went trick or treating?” Klaus teased the little girl with an indulgent smile, leaning down to playfully poke Josie on the tip of her painted nose. “Hope needs a Big Bad Wolf if she’s to be a proper Little Red Riding Hood, does she not?”

[foundationbuilt]

❝ I heard from a little birdie — ❞ he remarked lightly from the armchair he resided in, keeping his eyes on the book in his lap but seeing none of the words ( not that he couldn't recite it from memory, if asked; he had Shakespeare engraved into the corners of his brain, classic literature that most of modern society missed out on ) ❝ — that my elder brother was back in town. But I said to the little thing — oh no, no, no. ❞ He leaned back, all casual nonchalance, as he licked the tip of his finger and flicked the page. ❝ My brother made it clear long ago that he was done with this place, washed his hands of his family. @deceptivemorals couldn't possibly have returned without at least informing me that he was stepping back on the cobblestones of my city. ❞

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@little-miss-buffy continued from here. [x]

"Oh really? Well do tell how do you intend to do that here?" Klaus was quite interested in how she was going to do that. The blonde was very interesting to him. Klaus had came against hunters but slayers. Not so much. Maybe that was why he was so keen on her.

[foundationbuilt]

It was quite amusing to see how @malka-lisitsa had twisted the minds of so many men ( though Stefan’s number among them stung ever so slightly ), chasing after her pretty face and sly words and never seeing the terrified girl cowering beneath. She had them blindly fooled into believing she had the power and that it was necessary to bend to their knees and worship the peasant girl she had once been. So many of them did so willingly - eagerly, even. It was amusing and also quite admirable, though he would never voice the true depth of that.

❝ Were you always such the talented seductress ? ❞ he inquired lightly, smirk playing at the edges of his mouth as he quirked an eyebrow.  ❝ Is that how you stole Elijah’s sanity ? And here I thought he’d just felt sorry for you. ❞

[fightforbetter]

continued.

It was a peaceful evening, for their standards anyway, with the pair of them sharing a drink while the sky darkened outside. Hayley didn't even know why she was confiding in Klaus about her imposter syndrome, but she thought maybe he would some idea what she meant. And he did, it seemed. At least in part.

❛ That's ... part of the problem, ❜ she found herself confessing, a long pause between his words and hers. ❛ I want people to know me, the real me, without having to craft some kind of persona to fool them. I don't want to be wearing a mask. ❜

Could he understand that? After all, he had just admitted to his own games of deception. Or maybe it wasn't deception, maybe it was just life and the growth that came with it. But beyond how she had changed, Hayley felt like she had been pretending to be someone else her whole life, and maybe —  just maybe —  she thought she was beginning to find out who she really was. She wanted people to see that. She wanted people to see that and love her in spite of all the ugly involved.

Tipping her drink at him in a mock salute before downing the last of it, Hayley added, forcefully teasing ( lighten the situation ), ❛ Maybe I'm just flattering myself.❜

Honestly, no one had really cared enough about her before for her to give it that much thought. She had went out of her way to manipulate them.

[foundationbuilt]

❝ — and then the little idiot had the audacity to show up in my city and think I'd let him take a nice little afternoon stroll down the French Quarter, admire some of the — ❞ He paused, stretched out on the sofa with leisure comfortable, to turn his head and peer at @multi-royalty on the opposite chair, wondering with a hint of affront if he was talking to himself here. ❝ Camille, are you listening to me ? Or have I been speaking to the walls for the past half hour ? You seem distracted, love. ❞

He had been speaking for quite some time, he realized that, but she was his therapist, for goodness sake; she was supposed to listen to him for whoever long he had woes to complain about.