#ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ϙᴜᴇᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴇᴡ ☾ ϙᴜᴇᴜᴇ

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It wasn't fair, Klaus thought to himself. He wasn't the type to be controlled by his sexual drive, often able to navigate with an iron strong will. However, he was finding it rather difficult to conduct himself as he watched Hayley eat her cake. It was downright sinful and he was sure the noises she was making weren't general audience material. He decided to chalk it all up to the fact that he could still feel the sting of her nails on his back.

He blinked when he realized the question had been directed at him. ❝ I had intended for us to share, ❞ he replied with a smirk. He leaned forward, his black rosary and stone amulet dangling in the space between them, and stole a forkful of the chocolate cake before quickly popping it in his mouth. It was damned good, even he had to admit. Rebekah never skimped when it came to proper dessert.

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Klaus couldn’t help the amused smile to himself as he heard his companion chanting about cake. Hayley was terrifying when she wanted to be, but also apparently downright adorable when no one was paying attention. He hoped that he was right in his calculations and wouldn’t be disappointing her. If that would end up being the case, he supposed he could always find a way to distract her from cake. He was beginning to like this new arrangement they had stumbled into …

In the kitchen, he turned to look at her when she spoke. His eyebrows raised in a playful look when she commented on the chair. Already his mind was racing through ways he could warm her bare bottom up, but he remained focused on his task.  ❝ This, sweetheart, is in fact a life & death matter, so you’ll oblige me in not uttering this to another soul, ❞ he started out melodramatically. Then he went to the fridge and opened a hidden panel in the back of it, revealing all manner of sweets and junk food.  ❝ My sister has even worse of a sweet tooth and I do, ❞ he explained, a devilish look in his eye. He pulled out two plates, each with a very large slice of cake. One was chocolate on chocolate, the other appeared to be some sort of angel food with raspberry filling. He set them on the countered and grabbed two forks from a drawer before handing one to Hayley.  ❝ And she has very expensive taste, so I hope this will be up to your standards. ❞  He smirked and waited for her to take the first bite.

Hayley watches him with curiosity, rolling her eyes a bit at his dramatics - but she can’t help admit her curiosity is a bit piqued. when he moves to the fridge she finds herself leaning forward, lifting off the chair just slightly to watch what he was doing. She blinks at the hidden panel - okay sometimes this old place was cool - and watches as a bunch of different sweets come into view. her eyes widen. ❝ Oh my god Rebekah has a secret junk food stash! ❞ there’s a hint of accusatory awe in her voiced. How dare her recently acquired friend not share this incredibly important information with her! She was pregnant - eating for two - and Rebekah was hoarding all the cake. How dare she.

Her gaze falls on the plates and when he puts them down she immediately reaches for the all chocolate one, slender finger gripping the plate gently and giving it a slow tug toward her. There’s a brightness in her eyes as Hayley lifts her gaze to Klaus and reaches for the fork he offers - a genuine smile pulling at her lips, cheeks holding a gentle flush of color on them. ❝ Thank you, ❞ she breaths and there’s a softness to the words that’s all but forgotten once her gaze falls back to the cake in front of her. Her tongue peeks out briefly before she slides the fork into the cake and pulls a fork full to her lips taking a bite. It’s cool, but the richness of the chocolate hits her tongue and she all but groans. It’s delicious. The cake is soft and moist and there’s a hint of a nutty flavor - she’s thinking hazelnut and it’s like heaven in her mouth. Hayley has always had a sweet tooth. Lucky for her wolves had a high metabolism or she definitely wouldn’t look the way she does. but ever since the pregnancy that only seemed to increase - not that she was complaining.  ❝ This is amazing. ❞ she gives a happy bounce in her seat, grin still bright on her face as she lifted her gaze to him.  ❝ So good - aren’t you going to eat yours? ❞ 

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「    HIATUS NOTICE : I’m taking a little vacay for a short bit. I’ll check back in with my muse in a week and see if he feels like playing then. my bday is at the end of the month and since obviously nothing is happening irl for it, I’d like to back by then, so don’t worry, this won’t be another month thing.

in the words of Rocco : catch you on the flip side    」

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► @twinfractured​

      Wolfsbane Potion : it was a rare thing to have as it was difficult to brew. The volatile substances needed created a margin of error too large for most handle. A professor at Hogwarts who’s responsibility is to keep the students’ safety a priority doesn’t have a choice but to acquire the potion by any means necessary –– if that professor were a werewolf. Klaus Mikaelson, a former Slytherin student under Dumbledore’s tutelage, taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. A controversial decision for many since it was no secret that the morally ambiguous wizard had dabbled much in his past. Yet now a father,  he was given a second chance at life from Dumbledore himself, and the professor wasn’t about to screw that up.

Despite the rumors surrounding his past involvements in the dark arts, not a soul ( save for his daughter and the Headmaster ) knew about the lycan blood that ran through his veins. It was a secret he kept closely guarded, knowing full well that if word got out, there would be no option left for him to teach the students of Hogwarts. Getting his hands on the wolfsbane potion every month was paramount for his survival in the bigoted world that despised his kind.

With the fate of his very future hanging in the balance, Klaus knew full well the severity of the situation when he discovered that Josie Saltzman had heard far too much. 

“Your wolfsbane delivery, on time, just as requested,” the Potions master said as he set the bottle on Klaus’s desk. The classroom was empty, the students having all gone off to get ready for dinner. Picking up the bottle, Klaus quickly pocketed it.  ❝ And you shall have your payment in due time ; just as discussed, ❞ the wolf replied with a smirk. He watched the other professor head towards the door, but before he left, he turned and added, “How long has it been now since you last turned ? Surely that sort of thing doesn’t get –– pent up.”  With a knowing raise of his eyebrows, he was gone, leaving Klaus alone to contemplate the words.

Picking up his wand and a few books, the professor left his classroom with the weight of far too much on his shoulders. Just as he exited the door, that’s when he saw her. The young brunette was watching him with a look that made it clear : she heard everything.

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                    Klaus was already up by the entrance of the door, ready to head out. The excited anxiousness in him wasn’t unlike that of a dog who knew their owner 【 who they hadn’t seen in forever 】 was walking up the drive way. A small pang of guilt hit him when Hayley mentioned the pictures she sent. He had stopped reading the letters some time ago. They got too painful. He still blamed himself for Hope seeing him at his absolute worst, most primal and monster-like. It was why he’d stopped calling. The letters with pictures kept coming, but eventually those he stopped opening, too. He’d stash them away in a box, figuring that one day when it didn’t hurt so much, he’d look through them. So far, that day hasn’t come.

                  He waited for Hayley, then followed her out of the house. It was her last statement that gave him pause. ❝ I’m not sure that would be wise, ❞ he replied, feeling out of place in being the sensible one. He yearned for nothing more than to stay, to be near his daughter, and even Hayley who was family to him now. To literally be with *anyone* who was familiar to him, to remedy the loneliness that weighed so heavily on his heart lately. ❝ I’m pushing it already just by being here, ❞ he admitted to her.

                    The voices in his head had become a little louder since the moment he stepped foot in Mystic Falls. It was the warning sign that danger was lurking nearby, just under the surface. He wondered how bad it would be once he laid eyes on his daughter, but he didn’t much care at the moment. He just knew he had to see her.

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                      Instinctively, Klaus put his hand over her’s, giving it a small squeeze for comfort. Whether that comfort was for her or himself, he couldn’t say. He’d grown to truly admire and respect Hayley in their years together. She started as what he saw as a pawn, and rose to become his equal. Trust was something that never came easy for the original hybrid, but he could admit that now, after everything, he trusted her. She was a devoted and fiercely loyal mother, which he could hope for no less for their daughter. Being separated from Hope drove him mad, that much was evident in his actions, but the one fragment of peace he found was in knowing that it was Hayley who kept their child safe.

                      ❝ I know you haven’t, little wolf, ❞ he assured her, not wanting the blame to fall on her. It could fall on literally anyone except her. All the Mikaelsons worked to find a way out of this horrible nightmare forged together by the Hollow. Despite his earlier teasings, he couldn’t possibly picture the hyrbid queen lazily sitting around, doing nothing. It’s not in her nature, he thought. That was what he most admired about her.

                      His eyes widened at the idea of seeing Hope and his heart began to race. It was exactly the scenario he wanted. Hope couldn’t know that he was there. He was sure his stubborn daughter would want to see him, talk to him, or even hug him, but such perilous simple gestures could be catastrophic. Hiding away in the woods with Hayley, though, watching their daughter from afar, just to know that she was safe and happy, it could quell the torment he felt deep in his heart.

                      ❝ Let’s go, ❞ he said, already standing up. ❝ I can leave just after, but I must know that she’s––   ❞ He paused, taking a breath, sure that the look in his eyes portrayed everything his heart was saying.

                   His words ease something inside of her that she hadn’t realized she needed. A breath parts from her lips and she ducks her head a bit. Knowing he doesn’t blame her helps. Knowing that he understands she’s trying also helps. She never wants Klaus to think he doesn’t matter - especially now when he’s out there alone without his siblings - without Hope. She knows how lonely that must be and that’s why she’s patient with his outbursts - it’s why she lets him rant and does her best not to take things too personally. It’s hard but she knows deep down, he doesn’t mean it.

                     ❝ She’s gotten so big - the pictures I sent don’t do her justice. ❞ she replies as she sets her drink down and stands, the hint of a smile on her face. She walks over toward the table and grabs her cell phone sliding it in the back pocket of her jeans. ❝ We should start behind the Salvatore house - they’re likely out there. ❞ she tells him while nodding for him to follow her.

                     Hope might not be able to come over and say hello, but at least Klaus would get to see her for himself. She knew he visited Elijah - and nothing overly terrible had happened. She was sure nothing horrible would happen now and at least - maybe seeing Hope in person would give him a little bit of solace.

                     ❝ You know - you don’t have to leave right away. You’re welcome to stay a bit. After all - this is your place. ❞ she teases a bit to dissolve some of the tension.

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► @ladyreckoning​  &  @sluething​

       Riverdale may not be the most highly sought town for any vampire, but Klaus found the quaint burrow to his liking ; for the time being, as it were. With a high casualty count, the cause from its own mortal occupants, he was sure that a few more bodies to pile up wouldn’t exactly raise eyebrows towards the clandestine world of the supernatural. He never stayed in one place for too long, anyway –– always on the move, following any leads to find the ingredients to break his curse. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself from time to time. Being an immortal vampire in the modern world was a gift, he had decided. The world was his oyster ; the cities his playground. He refused to deny who he was in order to stay tethered to a world that never wanted him in the first place.

As the vampire stalked the darkened alleys of the town one night, he set his eyes on a brunette that looked far too delicious to ignore. She appeared to be waiting for someone, making her easy pickings in his opinion. Having a little fun with his flair for the dramatics, he remained concealed in the shadows as he worked the air around them to produce a thick fog to slowly roll into the alley. The air grew chilly, setting the scene of any clichéd horror film. The sound of rustling, of disembodied breaths could be heard without any sight of the mysterious figure who watched the young brunette.

It wasn’t until Klaus was absolutely positive that he held her attention that he slowly walked out into the light. His peacoat flapped behind him in the wind and the fog parted in his wake. Dark eyes were locked onto his victim, feeling his veins quiver in anticipation for the feast to come.  ❝ It’s quite dangerous to be out –– - alone, ❞ he commented, his accented voice as smooth as velvet. Only when his face came into full view for her, standing only a couple feet apart, did he allow his features to contort into visage of the monster that he truly is. Veins bulged around his black and red eyes and he grinned wide to reveal two pairs of sharp fangs. He didn’t bother to compel her, wanting to make the hunt more interesting. Then he lunged for her throat –– -

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       Folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the little table, half sitting on the edge, Klaus’s head tilted as he fixed Caroline with wide, surprised eyes.  ❝ Can you now ? Do you even know who you were talking to out there, love ? ❞  Now that they were in the safety of the compound’s courtyard, he felt no reason not to take his time with teasing the intrepid vampire.  ❝ Because you just happened to make friends with the head of the Tremé witches –– a known enemy of the Mikaelsons ; and truly, any vampire. And since everyone here knows that you’re my –– - guest, it paints quite a big target on your back. ❞  Mid-speech, Klaus had almost slipped up and called Caroline something else of his, but thankfully, he had stopped himself.  ❝ You both were laughing. What did you and Vincent get on so famously about anyhow ? ❞

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「    continued from here with @astormofagirl​   //   chloe decker    」

       The man who lay sprawled on the pavement was no mere victim of a mugging gone wrong. Klaus had been tracking the movement of a werewolf pack that he’d recently discovered. They were rare and based mostly in the west coast. Although the hybrid didn’t concern himself in the affairs of werwolves outside of New Orleans often, this particular pack was on the run from something nefarious. A child of their bloodline attended school with Hope –– until she recently turned up dead. Coincidentally, in the same manner as the poor fellow on the ground : their hearts removed. If there was a threat encroaching on the Salvatore School, then Klaus wanted to have all details. 

Eyeing the severe looking woman with a curious gaze, clearly not bothered by the gun in her hand, Klaus grinned and clasped his hands behind his back.  ❝ I’m Klaus Mikaelson. You can put that thing away. I’m here about my –– - friend, not you. Was this the first body to pop up like this ? ❞ he asked, gesturing towards the open chest cavity.

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The new voice was enough to pull Klaus from his thoughts, but he recognized it instantly. Chalking Hayley's appearance up to more of his rotten luck, Klaus decided not to throw a tantrum over it. He never turned nor indicated her when she appeared. His eyes remained glazed over as he looked out over the cityscape and his arms stretched out in a flying like motion, an empty glass in one hand. In fact, when he spoke, it was as though he were expecting her all along. ❝ Did you know that there are stories about vampers 「 vampires 」 who can fly ? ❞ Laughter spilled from his lips as he lowered his hands to the railing in front of him. ❝ It's the most perp━ prop━ postererous━ ❞ He sighed and gave up on saying the world 'preposterous'. ❝ Aserine 「 asinine 」 thing I ever heard. ❞

He turned and glanced at Hayley, though his eyes were having a difficult time focusing on her. ❝ Did you know that ? Yeeaaah, I bet you're━ you're a huge Erin Rice 「 Anne Rice 」 fan. ❞ He returned his gaze to the city, shaking his head, continuing to talk more to himself than her. ❝ What a loon, that one. ❞

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► @badasshybridqueen

                  And then there was peace.  F i n a l l y . Klaus was beginning to think that the notion was nothing more than a fairytale, yet here he found himself, blissfully alone in the compound. Young Hope was enjoying a night out with her Aunts Rebekah and Freya, Kol was with Davina, Marcel was tending to his men and Elijah was off doing whatever it was that Elijah did. Something told Klaus that the ‘whatever’ in this case was a certain brunette wolf mother. The thoughts that swirled and festered deep in the hybrid’s mind weren’t the healthy sort of company to keep when one was alone. And that’s exactly where Klaus found himself, up in his art studio. How one bottle of bourbon turned into three, he wasn’t entirely sure. Being completely inebriated was a vulnerability that Klaus rarely allowed himself to indulge in. However, he couldn’t see an issue with it tonight as he closed himself away from the world, high up in his tower. The amber liquid worked to dull even the sharpest of vampire senses, creating a much welcomed balm to his constant over vigilance.

As the hybrid stumbled towards the open balcony doors, he knocked into an easel, which fell over into another one. They created a small domino effect that resulted in hitting an inn table, causing a couple of glasses and a 【 mercifully 】 empty  bottle of scotch to crash to the floor. The clatter was loud, causing Klaus to wince a little as he stepped out into the warm night air. It did wonders to steady the dizziness he felt in the wake of his solitary party.

Hayley sat in her bedroom, stretched out on her bed, book in hand. Peace and q u i e t. It’s rare to fine either one of those things let alone both in the compound. But Hope is out with Rebekah and Freya - Kol is off with Davina. Marcel is doing his vampire thing, she and Elijah had gotten into a little disagreement and so he’d gone for a walk and Klaus - Hayley had no idea where the original was and honestly that was fine with her. He’d been acting strange lately and the hybrid wasn’t sure why. She was in the process of turning the page when she heard the loud crash - the sound startling her, making her jump slightly. Her brows drew together and she set the book down and sped off in the direction where the noise came from. What she found had the brunette blinking in confusion.

She steps into the art studio and arches a brow, confusion coloring her features. “ Klaus? What are you doing here? And what in the world are you doing? ” Hayley glances at the broken bottle of scotch on the floor【it must have been empty because there was no liquid there】and then walks further into the room toward the balcony where she saw him standing. “ Are you drunk? ” she questions incredulously. In all the time she’s known him the hybrid has never seen him drunk…that didn’t bode well.

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► @nexusvorti​

       With Hell long since obliterated by Bonnie Bennet, Klaus was sent to a different place altogether after his death ; or rather, he was sent nowhere. Peace wasn’t his to have –– not even his self sacrifice to save his daughter could truly erase the thousand years’ worth of atrocities created by his own hand. There was also the matter of Hope : she who he sacrificed himself for. His death was meant to rid the world of the Hollow’s curse and usher in an era of wellbeing for his daughter. Instead, she was plagued constantly the tribulations of being a tribrid in a tumultuous world. As such, peace would never find the dead original hybrid.

The endless stretch of black nothing was Klaus’s only companion. Time quickly became irrelevant. At first, he welcomed the quiet, but soon found its constant meaninglessness full of despair. Through it all, though, if Klaus retained one piece of himself, it was his mind. Never once did his will waver, even as madness slowly began creeping in. Perhaps, he wondered, that was the benefit of living in such chaos for much of his life. He was well equipped to deal with the worst life held for humanity.

It was that very comfort that he clung to that let him know something was amiss. Before, there was nothing but the absence of light as far as the eye could see –– - then suddenly there was a forest. How he came to be traipsing through the woods, the original didn’t have a clue. A piece of his mind had finally succumbed to the corrosion of death, he figured. Unsure if it was a new limbo, or perhaps heaven, he continued his walking. It was as though his feet knew exactly where to take him. The moon was bright above in the night sky and he could hear the sounds of nocturnal critters all around. Klaus couldn’t help but wonder if this was in fact Valhalla or Fólkvangr –– but all such notions of whimsy were dispelled when he was able to register the smells around him.

The dirt of the forest floor, the aroma of the leaves on the trees, the blood that pumped through the veins of the animals around him –– -

           Klaus froze as true realization dawned on him. This wasn’t death ; this was LIFE.

The fact that he couldn’t recall how he got there, or where he was heading, deeply troubled the hybrid. Yet as he continued forward, he felt a pull towards a very specific location. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew precisely where his target lie : Mystic Falls.

                                                                               ✧

The Salvatore School was dark in the late hours of the night, but it was barely an effort for the resurrected hybrid to break in. Whatever wards were in place, didn’t seem to effect him, he noted. Although he should have no reason to know where the door he sought was, his feet continued to carry him towards the girls’ dormitories. 

He only stopped when he reached her room, and for a long moment, Klaus was wondering what he was doing. He was of perfect, sound mind in the Nothing –– but now he felt himself going mad. Everything was real, that much he was certain of. What he couldn’t calculate was how or even why. While it wasn’t impossible to resurrect a dead original, it would take great power. Yet, Klaus couldn’t recall a witch or a ritual. All he knew was that one minute he was dead, and the next, he was walking through the woods.

Blue eyes lifted to the door in front of him and he knocked, his heart pounding with uncertainty. Despite any unrest in his mind, there one thing that remained clear : he had to see her. Klaus had to see his daughter.

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► continued from here with @thedevilwearspierce​

     Of all the people who could have possibly showed up on the Mikaelson doorstep in New Orleans, the very last that Klaus could have foreseen would be the very woman whom he’d tormented and hunted for half a millennia. Yet there was Katherine, in his family parlor, sitting on the plush couch as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Because of her, Klaus knew that Hayley bore his child, and for that, he’d be forever grateful ; grateful enough to no longer hunt her down and demand retribution. Anything beyond that, the hybrid deemed unnecessary. 

From the first sarcastic words out of the vampire’s mouth, Klaus crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight from where he stood opposite the couch she was on. Though he listened to what she was saying, the expression etched into his features belied any sort of interest. The notion that he still owed her was enough to make him laugh, but he simply stared at her, eyebrows slightly raised. Katherine’s concession with the word ‘fine’ brought a smug smirk to his lips. She was floundering now and he enjoyed watching her squirm. The original could admit that he made her entire life a living hell and that she didn’t deserve the plight he bestowed – but his own life was wrought with so much that he didn’t deserve, so the pangs of sympathy within him simply didn’t resonate.

It wasn’t until Katherine attempted flirtation that Klaus actually rolled his eyes and dropped his arms to move to the bar cart.  ❝ If your tactic is flirtation, love, then I’m going to need a drink for this, ❞ he said as he poured two glasses of bourbon. Crossing the room, he handed one to her before taking a sip of his own, using the moment to think through his choices of responses.  ❝ For argument’s sake –– - and to save you from what was bound to be an endlessly embarrassing moment : let’s say I agree to help you. Purely out of the goodness of my heart. ❞  The devilish grin he gave her at the last words spoke of the exact opposite of anything ‘good’.  ❝ What exactly would I need to do ? ❞

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     Crossing his arms over his chest, Klaus tilted his head and regarded Hayley with an arched eyebrow that said he wasn’t very amused.  ❝ Because she inherits her precocious side from you, making her yours when she exhibits such antics, ❞ he said matter-of-factly, gesturing with one hand before crossing it back with his other.  ❝ And believe me, love, she spoke with such conviction that I have doubt she knows. The last thing I wanted, though, was to hear such words on her innocent lips. Is this what they’re teaching at that school of hers ? So young ? ❞  The millennia old original actually had no concept of how old one normally was when learning about such ways in life. Raising children was vastly different when he was one coming up in the world.

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⚜   I may be on hiatus, but this muse is still strong. This came out of no where tonight and I just started writing it down as it came. Maybe I’ll write follow ups ? Maybe I’ll make it a verse ? Or maybe it’ll just be this one shot . . . I dunno, man.   ➥ Canon divergent any time after TO S3   ✥ Trigger Warnings: mild violence

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             ❝ Heavy is the head that wears the crown.                                                                                             ━or so they say . . . ❞

Wind whistled through the darkened halls while tattered curtains fluttered in a dismal dance - giving breath to the haunted, ravished home. Where once a beacon of resplendent power and pride stood, the Abattoir now creaked and groaned under the weight of its own bones. Booted footsteps echoed in the hallway - the only sign of life as its tenant surveyed the wreckage of a world lost before him. A kingdom built from dirt and brick had stood the test of ages : illness, battles, magic, treachery, and even the cataclysmic fires set with the pernicious intent to erase all traces. Though commanded under a different banner for some time, the Mikaelsons had returned it to its former glory - ushering in a new era for what it means to be supernatural.

It wasn’t hard to imagine it : the green vines that entwined with the black iron balcony railings / the deep hues of red and purple and gold that filled every corner in the form of tapestries, paintings, and plush furniture / the silver of the lights that danced in the trees of the courtyard while crystal clear water splashed in the fountain. Even the sounds could be recalled on command. Where once there was yelling, now laughter echoed in the halls. Where once death reigned supreme, life had taken absolute control. A family brought together despite the strife and sorrows of centuries of battle to support and love, and have each others’ backs. A daughter, bringing hope to a legacy once thought too bloodstained to redeem. All of this seemed nothing more than an outlandish fairytale for a millennia, and yet Klaus Mikaelson had held it in the palm of his hand.

                                                 Until the winds changed . . .

As his careful eyes beheld the carnage of the remnants of his kingdom, he thought back to the details that spelled his downfall. Though he was blood soaked, clothes torn asunder, and barely clinging to life as his hybrid blood hurried to heal him - a new resolve was taking root in his heart. His family were taken from him, but in his still-beating heart, Klaus knew they were alive. Ever the master strategist, he knew that the only way to deal with an un-vanquishable foe such as he, was to bargain : his family for whatever this new enemy deemed fit for their benefit.

Making his way to the courtyard, walking amongst the dead who were strewn about from the battle, Klaus felt his anger churn into something he could use. The inexorable rage that fueled his every being since the time he was born had become his greatest weapon. Pausing at the fountain, he dipped two fingers into its waters and withdrew red tinged liquid. A normal man would weep at the sight he beheld, but Klaus was anything but normal. The devil danced upon his lips as he grinned - mirth alight in his dark eyes. 

This new enemy that dared think itself stronger than a Mikaelson made a grave error in their attempt on the throne. They looked at the monster - the original hybrid - and saw only what he had to take. They overlooked the monster himself and everything he is. 

Crowns are only heavy for those weak and alone, Klaus knew. He was neither of those things. The stalwart walls of the Abattoir had forged a family and with it, a force unlike any the world has seen. The enemy played their hand and while it seemed they’d gained the high ground, they also messed with one thing to truly and royally piss off the mad monster Klaus : his family.

He dragged his fingers horizontally across his forehead, letting the red water crown drip past golden lit irises. A promise was once made and now this enemy will know the true meaning of Always & Forever.

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@thesacrificialxlamb​ : ( continued from HERE )

    Finn listened to the words leave his brothers lips. Words he never thought the hybrid would say. “–And here i thought you enjoyed ripping the lives from innocent people?” His words came out almost bitterly. “Watching as the light left their eyes? Every time does suck. The blood pulsing through their bodies, calling your name. Their heart beats getting louder and louder the more afraid they become. Yet you sink your fangs in anyways because it’s the only way to survive.. To kill, is the only way to survive. So yes, every time does suck. But you–you enjoy it.”

     A small smile ghosted the lips of the hybrid, dimples giving away the physical attribute that he attempted to hide. Klaus was entirely amused by Finn’s antics, all too used to being berated and judged by merely surviving.  ❝ Oh, make no mistake brother. Of course I stop to enjoy the little things in life, ❞ he teased with a smirk before bringing his cup of hot tea to his lips. The return to New Orleans had been proving to allow his family to heal. Things were still a little strained between Klaus and Elijah, but the hybrid had hope that his family could be mended. With Finn in their presence again, it seemed only proof that this is what fate intended. He wanted to bond with the eldest Mikaelson brother, but Finn’s constant dour attitude made it difficult.  ❝ We are ushering in a new era for our family, though. Despite what self-loathing routine you have yourself stuck in, I think things will be looking up soon. ❞

[leroiloup]

@haitibcrn​ said : “‘it’s rare to see a hybrid come to this place. How can I help you?”

           It was a sunny and humid spring day in New Orleans. Gaggles of happy tourists flitted about and musicians obliged them, playing on every other street corner. It was the sort of day that would make the original hybrid proud to call this city his home - were he allowed the moment to indulge in such frivolity. No time for play, Klaus moved with purpose, driving out of the quarter to an area on the other side of the river. He knew of witches other than the quarter witches that set up business there, and sought to enlist some help in his current dilemma. Klaus’s disdain for witches in general - despite being born one - wasn’t a secret, but he knew that his family could use all the help they could get. With Hope’s life in the balance, he’d do anything at this point to keep her safe.

The black range rover pulled up outside a small shop. The usual trinkets and curios of hoodoo could be found in the window display alongside scrawling font that said 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑉𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑜. While Voodoo was never Klaus’s area of expertise, he’d been in New Orleans long enough to know that there was a distinct difference between New Orleans Voodoo and Haitian Voodoo. Today, he sought the latter.

Straightening his black leather jacket, he walked into the shop - the bell on the door alerting the shop owner to a new potential customer. Blue eyes landed on the woman behind the desk, seeing nor hearing anyone else in the store. Her words pulled a curious look from him as he tilted his head.  ❝ I see my reputation proceeds me, even here. ❞  His voice was calm ; still collected even in a place could potentially be enemy territory.  ❝ All the same, I’m Klaus Mikaelson. Are you the owner of this little emporium ? ❞

[leroiloup]

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                                  ( Indie & Selective Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes )                                         ( Loved By JT ( @leroiloup​) & Lia ( @seesgood ) )