#[ 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   ?   ❜

[fragmcntedsouls]

klaus mikaelson ✦ zeraphine mondragón // (@burningmyths)

"Zerpahine!" Klaus bellowed as he merrily let himself into his former flame's home. "What is this I hear of you gifting Briggs and Billie gold coins? A little over the top, don't you think, love?" Scoffing, he shook his head as he sauntered through into the kitchen and began searching for glasses. "I believed that that we were in agreement to wait and see what they decided, before we would divide it out equally." Equally meaning Klaus was always intending to outmatch Zeraphine's gift. "Bloody hell, where are your glasses?"

[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. "

[fragmcntedsouls]

Klaus’ eyes rolled at her statement, having known exactly what the sage was for and the smell had been rather pungent around the compound as of late. “I’m surprised your son hasn’t bled the stock dry” he taunted with a shrug. It was refreshing to hear Freya laugh, especially a laugh that sounded completely soulful. “Then I suggest that you don’t bring it up, love” he countered smugly, attempting to call Freya’s bluff "and we shall all remain happy within our blissful ignorance."

"Of course you will," Freya counters, grin against her lips as sapphire hues roll before graciously allowing her brother to take some of her bags from her grasp. "Careful with those, don't want to ruin the all the sage now, do we?" Laughter rises from the pit of her stomach, head shaking at his words as brows rise in amusement. "An image I hope that I never witness, thanks," the witch is quick to retort. "Hey woah I do not need to know what happens between you and Cami in the bedroom. Whatever kinky ass shit you two do is between you and her."

[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

[fragmcntedsouls]

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips; almost feeling that it was peculiar to to be seen in a genuine light, as opposed to a monstrous one. He was silent for a moment, acknowledging her words – appreciating them even before humming, “in an establishment as fine as this, how could I possibly resist?” His charm had been something that had remained unaffected within his death and return from such. “In any case, I should be grateful for your assistance, I can tell that you have quite the eye for spectacular things.” Nodding as Cordelia instructed for him to follow, Klaus gestured with his hand for her to lead the way. With a slight head tilt, he admired the art in question, entranced by the sheer detail and the sincerity of the care taken with each brush stroke. Whilst it could be argued that Klaus lacked compassion, he certainly didn’t when it came to finding it in art. “It’s quite something” he mused, his tone softer now “fascinating, even.” A soft breath passed between them, sparing a thought for how little he himself had valued human life, when for some it was everything – it was inspiration. “A popular piece, I am certain and one that is rather befitting of the recipient of my gift." Lifting his gaze from the artwork for just a moment to glance towards the other, he mused I'd be interested to see your personal favourite piece. One's choice says plenty about them.” 

"i think you misunderstood me, i clocked you as someone who gives gifts freely to those that catch your eye the moment i saw you. i was simply taken back yet honored that you were looking for a gift here. you have made the right choice, i promise she won't be disappointed." she insisted, teasing him only slightly. the gallerist listened intently to what this gift should encapsulate and a few pieces came to her mind almost immediately. "oh, well if you follow me," the words were followed by the sound of her heels as she moved towards another wall in the gallery. "i have this piece here, called 'in the window", the artist lived across from a couple and he was so taken by the way they went through their life and his snapshot view of that life that he painted it."

[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   ?   ❜

[fragmcntedsouls]

klaus mikaelson ✦ gianna madden ( @giannaxmadden )

"Politics is a complex, if not dirty game" Klaus quipped as he enclosed his and Gianna's distance with two glasses of liquor in his hands. For now however, he kept Gianna's just out of reach. "I see now that you are particularly well versed in keeping your friends close and enemies closer."

His statement was offered harshly, unusual for the tone he would normally use with the banshee, but he was beginning to feel like a pawn in her game. Not something he himself was used to. "Enlighten me, when was it that you were planning on sharing the truth for your being here?" His jaw tightened as he stood opposite the senator, gaze narrowing as he studied her. "You see, I was under the impression that we were building a partnership on trust" finally, he handed her the drink. "So listen closely when I tell you that if you dare bite the hand that feed's you, I will be forced to choke you with it."

[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?”

[fragmcntedsouls]

Klaus gave an imperceptible shake of his head and a soft expulsion of amused breath fled his lungs “i’m quite certain of it.” His quip hadn’t taken the desired effect of getting him and Camille out of the spotlight, but he wasn’t finished just yet. “And risk giving away my sources?" he taunted "now that would be telling.” 

artemis let out a laugh at his exasperation. it was much better than talking about her own issues. "oh does he? well if that doesn't involve the girl he's into or matchmaking, it's on the backburner," she chuckled. "what exactly have you heard? but right now it's getting through this party," she replied lightly. "oh i suppose we can skip those for now," she winked.