#╰ ––––––– ✧ KLAUS MIKAELSON : always and forever ❨ main verse ❩˙

[everythingheard]

with daphne ( @dynastymuses ) ▌from here

"Perhaps. Yet it's rare indeed to find someone with whom you can share such things without the concern of them being taken for weakness." Klaus tilted his head then, his gaze steady on hers; since they had known one another, her eyes were always soft with a sort of kindness he had rarely seen, but never without the certainty of her convictions. "How would you suggest approaching the decision of whether or not someone is that person?"

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Klaus ran his hand along the end of the bedframe as he stepped further into the room, regardless of Cami's protestation. "I believe you already expressed a similar sentiment yesterday, didn't you?" Amid the hint of levity in his tone, an unfamiliar disquietude resided in his chest. The transition to vampirism was rarely a smooth one, yet in his desperation to save her, he had failed to consider that the compassionate nature which drew him to her might create a paradoxical nightmare she found more difficult to contend with than most.

Not that such an acknowledgement would have altered Klaus' course in the slightest. She was alive and, as selfish as it was, he was glad of it.

"I know this isn't what you wanted." Any trace of humor faded from his voice as he sat on the edge of the mattress. "But there can be more to this life for you than simply surviving it, Camille." Klaus' gaze held steady on Cami's face. "There's so much I can show you — incredible places, books, music. Limits to all you can experience don't exist. You'll see."

closed starter for @everythingheard (klaus)

"If you've come to drag me out of bed come again another day". Camille was still processing her new vampire lifestyle, so far it wasn't going as well as the people around her had hoped. She was lucky, the Mikaelson's had made a room up for her to stay in but Camille knew this was more for her supervision than safety. She didn't want this, and in the two weeks she'd been laid up in the same room, her feelings towards being a vampire had hardly changed, this was a living nightmare.

[savagevillain]

WE ARE THE SAVAGE VILLAINS IN FAIRYTALES TOLD TO CHILDREN. BUT NOT FOR MY CHILD, NOT FOR HOPE.

#SAVAGEVILLAIN . independent , private and selective KLAUS MIKAELSON from tvdu . multiverse , multiship , crossover friendly !! loved by delphi . (GMT , 21+ ) . uses beta editor. established 2023.

A STUDY IN: immortality, bastard son, abomination, first of his kind, you drive us away, lethal bite, cycles of abuse, fatherhood, tremendous pain in the ass, family is power, losing yourself, co-dependency, control, endless war, always and forever.

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mun: delphi, twenty-four years old, live in scotland (GMT timezone). I work as a nanny, which means that my schedule can be flexible as I work around the family; I also have ADHD which means that my muse will fluctuate. I am always available on discord ( mutuals may ask ). I am mutuals only and can be selective in who I follow simply because I prefer to keep a clean dash for my own comfort. muse: klaus is a very mature-themed muse and I will not shy away from the darker aspects of his character, but muse does not equal mun; I do not condone all of his actions. Because of the nature of the muse, and for my own comfort, do not interact if not 18+ but preferably 21+. You will be hardblocked otherwise. I do not have a main verse and particularly like to explore various multiverses ( including canon divergent, crossovers and alternate universes ), but will write among the canon timeline unless we have plotted otherwise. interaction: this is a very plot-heavy blog. I can and will wing asks/threads when the mood strikes, but I have much more muse for threads/verses that I've plotted or at least talked about ooc with my rp partner; plotted verses will take priority. I promise I am very easy to talk with, just pop into my DM's or discord ( available to mutuals ) to say, hey, look, I've got this very vague idea - I'll likely be down for it. writing: my writing format can change on a whim, but right now I'm liking it simple; small text with occasional bold and italic. I am also iconless on this blog. I have no issues with how you format your own writing. shipping: due to klaus' narcissistic nature, he can be very difficult to ship with, but I do adore shipping ( this means romantic, sexual, platonic, familial, enemies & other forms of dynamics ) so let me know whatever kind you're interested in and we can go from there. klaus is pansexual/demiromantic. no hatred: basically don't be a dick. We are here to write these characters we love and to connect with each other. disclaimer/credit: I am not affiliated with CW's TVDU nor the actor Joseph Morgan and all canon creations are fully credited to them. However, all writing & headcanons etc. on this blog belong to me. Please do not steal. Pinned gif and dash icon credited to my wife @witchfirst <;3.

[lordofthestrix]

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Finn is an interesting case study in contradictions. He comes from the Always and Forever family but gets to spend most of his eternal life inside a coffin. He has a very fatalistic view on what it means to be a vampire but falls in love with a fiery redhead practically made for that kind of existence. Liking or trusting Esther at all while being a Mikaelson would be categorized as a contradiction by some. My main frustration with him is that both series under-uses the potential of his unique position. Here you have a guy who stand alone when it comes to supporting nothing of what Klaus represents, functioning as the perfect contrast to Elijah's pathological optimism in redemption, actually haves a human connection with Freya that both can remember and...You are going to kill him? Twice? Okay then. I think there was so much more they could have explored with him.   How they play them: From what I have seen in my dash, skillfully well. Finn has a very specific voice and you capture it and play with it magnificently.   The Mun: I don't think we ever talked? But your mun posts reveal you to be pretty great. 

Do I:

RP with them: For now? Nothing outside of one or two meme answers here and there Want to RP with them: Absolutely. Although it isn't much of a competition from his perspective, Finn is Tristan's favorite Mikaelson in most modern verses so it would be interesting to see how those two interact.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A magnificent, underrated character portrayed with talented passion. Definitely follow him if you aren't already. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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[riaria93]

“Always and Forever”, Goodbye Mikaelsons (The Originals Series Finale Spoilers)

Warning: Spoilers ahead for The Originals series finale 5x13 “When the Saints Go Marching In”.

Seriously Turn back if you have not seen it and don’t want to be spoiled,

First off, a warning that I am still a sobbing mess as I am writing this. All the joy of my Klaroline-Shipper Heart was shattered by the loss of Klaus and Elijah. I knew something would happen but a part of me was still hoping that Klaus would live and we would get to have Klaus and Caroline together. But of course this is the finale and it wouldn’t be the Vampire Diaries-verse without the main brothers dying at the end. This time there was no “Hello, Brother” in the afterlife but Klaus and Elijah went out together.

It’s been one hell of a ride. I joined the Vampire Diaries and The Originals late but I still found myself drawn into their world and the characters. So thank you to all of the cast and crew for a wonderful show and for the story of “Always and Forever”. And goodbye to the Mikaelsons, the Original family.

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

this thing upon me, howls like a beast [3/3] ;

a/n: here’s part 3, the final installment of this series! It’s been a blast writing this verse, this might be one of my favourite projects for far. Click here for part 1 or part 2 if you haven’t read it yet! enjoy

―

He’s always the last thing she sees before she falls asleep.

Blue eyes steady, unwavering, apocalyptic in their chaos. Oh, how he basks in it; in the way she trembles beneath him, breath heavy with want, with desire, with astonishing abandonment of any pretenses. Here she is, all wild and reckless―

And then, she wakes up.

Alone in bed, with the window wide open. A brisk breeze slipping through, crisp white curtains flying while the slight scent of roses lingers in the air.

She reaches over, notices the note left by her bedside table.

(She doesn’t open it).

―

Hope turns eighteen and Klaus buys her a private jet.

He offers her mother a perfectly sculpted snark as he notices how angry she is. Hayley was never one to encourage this type of greed, she was always humble in her approach to parenting. Plus, how in the world was she supposed to top that? She couldn’t possibly afford to get Hope a more extravagant present.

Well, there goes her title as ‘favorite parent’.

“You’re spoiling her,” she mumbles, as she watched her daughter and her friends run inside the jet, exploring every inch of it.

“Well,” Klaus sighs, crossing his arms around his chest. “You did say I couldn’t get her a car but, you never said anything about a plane,” he mentions, remembering the fight they had while organizing Hope’s birthday party.

The Mikaelsons had all the money in the world and could offer her the galaxies and then some.

Hope’s eighteenth birthday is a ball of a sort, with majestic gowns, chandeliers, tuxes, gourmet food. And the one thing Hayley had said was that she refused to give her daughter something that was only materialistic. She wanted her to cherish the simpler things in life.

And Klaus just had to go buy her a fucking plane.

“I assumed it was obvious,” she shrugs. “Next time I’ll be more specific so that pea sized brain of yours understands that―”

“Mom, dad,” Hope interrupts them, as she had quietly made her way back to them as soon she realized that they were fighting, again. “C’mon, not on my birthday,” she whines.

Klaus smiles discreetly, as quickly as he can so it doesn’t worry her. Hope studies her father’s features, trying to find something in it. She’s sure that she sees love, still, in his eyes. Undying and unconditional love for her mother, a woman as complex a symphony.

“We’re sorry sweetheart,” he says, softly. “Go ahead and enjoy your party, I assure you that we’ll be on our best behavior,” Klaus nods, as she offers him a nod and runs back to her friends.

Hayley looks around and spies the bottle of champagne resting on her table. She takes a big swig of it before she speaks. “No use lying to her,” she tells him. “The only way we’ll get along is if we’re in separate rooms,” Hayley believes.

“You know, I don’t think that’s true,” he disagrees, opening up his hand and motioning for the drink. “I think we get a long better than you think,” Klaus assumes.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right,” Hayley scoffs, handing him the bottle.

He takes a large sip, watches as Hope makes her way back to the main table. Rebekah awaits, microphone in hand.

“Alright,” she smiles, “Time to cut the cake,” she motions towards Hope’s tipsy parents so that they can join her on stage.

They stand side-by-side, with their daughter between them…and it’s picture perfect.

―

(When Hope was fifteen, she had asked Klaus if he was her father and he had denied her.

Because he’s not fit to be a parent. Because he’s brash, angry, passionate and selfish. And that’s everything a father shouldn’t be.

Until finally, when she turns sixteen and has her heart broken for the first time, he finds himself standing outside some boy’s house with a baseball bat in hand and that’s when he realizes and says this:

Yes Hope, I’m your dad and I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again).

―

After the divorce, Elijah let’s her keep the apartment.

He’s kind, even after everything she’s put him through…he’s so fucking kind. And she wants him to hate her, so much so that she asks him almost every other night or so, why he still loves her. Why he still waits for her. Because she’s not worth all that, not when her parents never wanted her. Not when her adoptive parents kicked her out. Not when Klaus left.

Because eventually, everyone abandons her.

(Being left behind is the only thing she’s good at).

―

Klaus drops off another note in her room. Another letter she’ll never open. Another confession she’ll never accept.

―

She calls him the night his father passes.

He takes forever to answer her. It stings, the fact that he used to not even wait for the first ring and now, he’s practically ignoring her. So she keeps dialing, keeps calling until finally, there’s shaky breath on the other line.

She stammers, forgetting to prioritize her words, she had an entire mental script written up for god’s sake. About how strong her is, and how brave, and how men are not built in a day. They’re built in decades, through resistance, through turmoil, through fucking pain―

“I’m sorry,” she says instead, tears brimming down her sides. “I’m so fucking sorry,” she gulps, because she truly does apologize for all she’s put him through, for not being at his side, for not doing anything but sob when Elijah told her that Klaus was the one who found Mikael hanging from his office with a noose around his neck.

“Don’t be,” he orders, sounding cold. “That man was a monster, may he never know any peace,” Klaus whispers.

She doesn’t argue with him. The things Mikael did to him were certainly appalling. No child should know that kind of pain. Klaus’ only frustration is that he wasn’t the one to hold a gun to his father’s mouth. There was very little satisfaction in the fact that the scumbag felt guilty enough to take his own life.

In fact, there was so satisfaction at all. His abuser was dead and Klaus felt absolutely nothing.

“Do you need some company?” Hayley asks, voice softer than feathers.

She can hear him laughing on the other line. “What I need,” he scoffs, “Is several drinks, maybe some cocaine?” Klaus tells her.

It’s not his fault, she thinks, he’s just lost, alone, afraid― “Are you actually joking right now?” Hayley wonders.

He pauses, takes a deep breath realizing that the person who’s supposed to know him most…doesn’t know him at all. “I use humor as a defense mechanism,” he reminds her, “It’s nothing new, my dear,” Klaus smiles, brokenly.

She knows it’s not her place, it’s never her place because they’re not a thing. They might never be a thing again. But―

He was her violence. And she’d be damned if she let him perish.

“I’m coming over,” she lets him know, tone brash and course with anticipation.

“Are you sure about that?” he questions, making sure that she wasn’t just saying that.

“Positive,” she nods before hanging up and leaving her home.

―

He drinks himself until he’s lying on her lap with his vision so blurred, mind so tense and dizzy. He has his neck out, a pen twirling absently in his fingers as the tip catches in his curls. God, he really needed to get a haircut.

Hayley notices him. The real him. How the small wrinkles creep up at the corner of each eye, how a few silver tendrils frame his face.Forty suits him, she thinks, he looked so mature and distinguished, with his patchy silver beard and those baby blue eyes just staring at her.

“Do you think,” he starts off with, “I’m going to become him? Is that why you kept Hope away from me?” he wonders out loud.

She looks away for a moment, rifled with unwanted guilt. “Want me to be honest with you?” she slowly releases as he nods. Hayley slips her fingers into his curls. “I did consider it for a brief moment,” she admits.

“Is that so?” he murmurs.

There’s a harsh intake of breath, a few seconds of silence before she begins to speak again. The air is heavy with loneliness once she forces herself to smile.

“You’re not your father,” she reveals to him. “As much as you doubt your own capabilities as a dad, you’re not Mikael, you never will be,” Hayley reassures him. She can see that he doesn’t believe her, and maybe, he never will. “You’re you, and that’s the best you can be,” she attempts to soothe him, in her own way, with words he’s always wanted to hear.

Klaus turns to his side, back arching like a cat’s as he stretches forward.

“My turn to ask a question,” he says. “Why are you here?” he cocks his head to study her reaction.

Hayley has the same tricks he does, which makes her just as extraordinary. She is unwieldy, eyes small and offering him a look of ultimate consequence. It’s all so calculating, with the way the sincerity in her face strikes him, and though she seems overblown, she is actually calm.

“What do you mean?” she motionlessly asks. “Klaus, I care about you, of course I wanna be there for you when things go to shit―”

“Hayley,” his tone makes it difficult for her to keep back from crying out. It’s got to be well after midnight, and she’s sobbing, riding that dangerous drunken filter out of her bloodstream. “You’ve avoided me for years, you truly expect me to believe that you had no ulterior motive tonight?” the question nearly sticks in his throat, he can’t stand it when she cries.

She’s thick with tears and yet, her soft vulnerability doesn’t suggest the slightest hint of lost composure. Hayley is as royal as ever, fingers rushing to wipe away her own tears and she tells herself she can’t cry. He’s the one who lost his father after all.

“I can’t believe you’d say something like that,” she tells him, while scrubbing furiously at her cheeks. “I thought you changed,” she mentions, pulling away from his touch.

Klaus smirks for the first time tonight. “For the most part,” he purses his lips, catching her gaze on his mouth. “I’m still an ass though, at my core,” he whispers before he leans in to kiss her.

She doesn’t fight him this time.

―

(The truth is that she’s lonely.

Her thoughts race when he inches closer to her, lips so soft, so weak in their attempt to take her in. She notices everything, the eagerness, the traces of lost youth outstretched on his complexion, just a broken broken boy and a girl who thought she could fix herself by fixing him.

Klaus was right, she is a selfish woman.

Because she wants him all to herself).

―

He shows up at the end of Mikael’s funeral. The ceremony ends and the siblings all stand in a row, with Esther offering Klaus the warmest look of relief as he makes his way towards them. He throws his father a cold glare, one last time, and swears he won’t shed a tear.

Not for the man who took everything from him.

But then, he feels a hand slip into his palm. He turns around to see his daughter standing so close to him, with her head on his shoulder. God, he’s forgotten how tall she’s gotten. How grown she is.

Hope gives him this look and it may not solve everything, but it offers him enough reassurance and closure to start to believe Hayley’s words.

He’s not Mikael. And Hope is living proof of that.

―

It takes Hayley exactly three days before she packs her bags and takes her car.

She’s got to get her life together. She’s in her prime, for Christ’s sake. Her daughter’s moved out and she’s divorced and living in her ex’s apartment. There has to be more to it. Life isn’t just a series of unhappy sequences all wrapped up in this messy package.

This isn’t the end. It can’t be.

―

Klaus is stirring a warm pot of chili for one when he hears an outlandish knock on his door. He quickly turns off the stove and rushes towards the door.

“Hey,” Hayley says, smiling once she noticed the apron carefully tied around his waist, the smells of food coming from his home…he really did learn to love cooking.

“What are you doing here?” He asks softly.

She exhales, looking away. “I have no fucking idea,” she reveals.

He rolls his eyes. She’s clearly crazy.

“I thought we could go to California, maybe start over again?” she suggests, just as he’s about to kick her out.

“You’ve lost your mind,” Klaus tells her.

“I haven’t,” Hayley insists. “For once in my life, I know exactly what I want,” she announces, holding the door open against him as he tries to close it.

He wants to slam his fist through the walls, to break everything and everyone because god dammit, he’s waited so fucking long for this exact moment―

“Fine,” he says instead, falling back against his couch. “I’ll go grab my coat,” he nods, smiling.

―

(California feels like Neverland, like she’s sixteen all over again and he’s that boy fumbling with his locker code. And she’s there leaning against it. He reaches a hand out to brush away a stray lock of hair and she can’t think of a single thing to say.

So she doesn’t).

―

End.

[devilfated]

shadowhunters "where was klaus” masterlist ( pt.1 ) !

this verse is basically an au set to insert klaus into the canon of the show !! this has been discussed with my mains & exclusives ( @aimedtrue, @berkilausihir, @warstopper ) and is open for anyone to participate in for threads; however, i will be selective towards whom i write with in this verse specifically. all shadowhunters/tmi characters are free to interact with me within this verse except alec lightwood as @aimedtrue is my exclusive alec lightwood and the alec in this verse was written with her alec in mind. there are NO exceptions to this. any TO characters whom would like to participate in this would have to discuss it with me, as fitting the characters within the episodes would have to take development. creds to the lovely @petrovanity for this idea.

side note: this is NOT episode based currently. this is about what happened to him BEFORE the canon of the episodes. count this as “flashbacks”.

to start off, i’ve decided it would’ve been tacky to have him as a main character right off the bat. i think that, much like in the vampire diaries, it would’ve been best to let him progress into the canon. therefore, the first portion of this will be discussing where he was before he discovered valentine and talks of destroying the shadow world.

WHERE WAS KLAUS MIKAELSON?

following the murder of his mother at his own hands, he and his family fled the area. they had made it their mission to fade themselves from existence, as mikael and the shadowhunter world would be hunting them. despite how small the nephilim world may have been following the creation of shadowhunters through jonathan, the mikaelsons knew they mustn’t be discovered. centuries of laying low, under the radar, attempting to hide niklaus from their father, had allowed them to become a rumor. they were written off as simply a story that was twisted generations after generations.

yet they were not stories. ALL the stories are true. they were the undead mikaelsons, and they were walking amongst the nephilim each and everyday.

niklaus & his siblings had spent the better part of his life running from mikael. although mikael was only hunting niklaus, their promise of always & forever kept the siblings together. niklaus’s burden was their burden, and their burden was niklaus’s burden. they were fiercely loyal and faithful to each other --- until it had slowly, but surely, started to crumble.

FINN MIKAELSON spent the better part of his life daggered in a box, as he despised his siblings and the idea of vampires. he had sided with niklaus’s mother, whom had soon thought that her creation of the vampire race was an abomination.

KOL MIKAELSON loved his family, and his family loved him, but he always felt he was missing something. he’d spent much of his days as a vampire being impulsive, destructive, and attention drawing. this caused niklaus to dagger him, as the fear of his father catching their trail controlled him more than any other emotion.

REBEKAH MIKAELSON and ELIJAH MIKAELSON remained fiercely loyal to niklaus. though the three had a rocky relationship, to say the least, at the end of the day they love and would do anything for each other. ALWAYS AND FOREVER.

WHAT HAPPENED TO KLAUS?

what happened within the canon of the originals past ( as in klaus and his siblings staying in new orleans in the 1800s ) is canon for shadowhunters. him, rebekah, elijah, and occasionally kol had settled down into new orleans and built their own empire. klaus took in his own prodigal son, marcel gerard, and loved him like his own. they had built their own city --- something niklaus was proud of --- until, one day, ( once again, following the canon events of the originals ), mikael had caught up and burned the city to the ground. everything that niklaus had loved and cherished: GONE. it was that day niklaus had discovered he was cursed --- his werewolf genes suppressed. the day that his father humiliated him in front of his family and friends before burning the city to the ground. it was the day that niklaus had changed forever.

HOW DID KLAUS CHANGE?

following the destruction of new orleans and the discovery of the curse placed upon him, niklaus became obsessed with ridding the world of his father and breaking the hybrid curse. he’d consulted every warlock in every corner of the world, and to no avail, until he came across the high warlock of brooklyn MAGNUS BANE. he asked the man for help, in exchange for one of his mother’s ancient spells. through his help, he’d discovered the only way to break the curse would be through the sacrifice of someone with pure angel blood. unfortunately, the world had not yet seen such, cursing niklaus for what seemed like eternity.

niklaus became angrier, more paranoid, more mistrusting. this created a sever in the relationship between him and his siblings.

WHERE WERE HIS SIBLINGS?

as stated, this does follow the canon of the vampire diaries/the originals flashbacks, therefore:

KOL MIKAELSON and REBEKAH MIKAELSON are currently daggered under the protection of niklaus.

MIKAEL MIKAELSON was daggered by klaus and elijah after centuries spent running from him. ( WILL return for the plot of shadowhunters )

ELIJAH MIKAELSON and him had a multitude of fights, as niklaus’s temper, dissociation, and destructive methods had only gotten worse since new orleans. because of the fights, elijah had drawn himself away from niklaus. the two walked this earth in separation.

WHERE IS KLAUS NOW?

this is where the canon of the events will go. pre-season 1 he is currently roaming this earth and wreaking havoc as he goes. his violence, anger, and temper had yet to be stopped. the nephilim have not yet caught onto him, as the idea of a daylighter vampire was not discovered.

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Klaus was unaccustomed to this; not to the attention of pretty women, but the manner in which Daphne probed him with questions, suggesting an interest in what was veiled behind the shadowy allure that had drawn in many before her ( generally destined to be a drink or a diversion ). With the light in her eyes, she shone so brightly that should she spend too long in his presence, his darkness would surely tarnish it. Usually unencumbered by culpability at such thoughts, in this moment — it lurked along the edges of his mind, unexpected and strange. Still, for now, Klaus allowed another grin to flicker across his lips. ' I hope you do not think of me as too forward. ' She was as innocent as she was eager to understand the world, a union of characteristics he found more engaging than he would ever admit. "Even if you were, a little forward isn't the worst thing a person can be. In many cases, it speaks of an honesty most are afraid to face."

Daphne's hand briefly upon his while she spoke might considered forward by some too, though he wasn't apt to agree. Klaus had been born in a different time, in a different place, with an entirely separate set of social conventions than the ones deemed proper here; her predisposition to favor hers less than comforting others served as evidence of her compassion however misplaced it may be in regards to himself. "You need not apologize, though I suppose my father did know me and disliked what he saw." The statement had rung all the more true from the second that Mikael grew aware of the abomination he had transformed into as a result of his mother's magic and deceit. "Perhaps it brought me pain once, yet it doesn't any longer." He wasn't entirely certain if what he said was the truth, and he loathed that. No matter, Klaus only wanted to one day see the monster gone.

"My mother — " Where was he to begin? "I like to think that there were times when she believed she cared for me. I could never be quite what she wanted before she died." Before he killed her: the notion of saying so aloud lingered on the tip of his tongue, of witnessing how swiftly Daphne's opinion of him altered in horror. Nevertheless, Klaus wasn't prepared just yet to see her expression twist from one of softness into one of disgust ( maybe he didn't want to be prepared, which was an odd and dangerous possibility ). "As for my siblings, our path hasn't necessarily been a smooth one." There was a hint of amusement in the subtle grin which followed. "I daresay that with as many brothers and sisters as you have, the sentiment isn't entirely foreign to you." Although she doubtless wasn't liable to stake them and sequester them away in boxes.

@dynastymuses

daphne shrugged, then laughed a little. ❝yes actually, you seem so serious, but it feels like an odd emotion from you. almost as if you are forcing it.❞ she admitted. she didn't always read people that well, but for some reason, she could with niklaus. ❝i hope you do not think of me as too forward❞ she wasn't so brazen either. however, it felt easy, natural with him. it was a confusing feeling. daphne wasn't s navie as some people assumed, such as her brother, but she also knew she wasn't as experienced as some in the ways of men.

he grew sullen then, silent, almost as if he had caged himself in. it broke her heart. she knew she did not have ay right to expect him to share his secrets, since she was basically a stranger, but something made her realize he wouldn't share his feelings with anyone, let alone someone he knew. she had seen this before, with her brother. something truly awful must have happened with him, in order to have him become so in just a few moments. ❝i do apologize, its none of my business❞ she assured him.

however hearing his tale, broke her heart even more ❝i'm sorry your brother died, and that should not have happened, but it shouldn't have been you either.❞ she placed a hand on his, for just a moment ❝when my father died, it was awful for our whole family, but we also wouldn't wish it to be anyone else.❞ she wanted to call his father a unkind word, her mother would be mortified to hear, but instead she said ❝sounds as if your father had a huge loss, not getting to know you.❞ she truly meant that. niklaus seemed like a good man, and anyone who could not see that, was not someone she would hold in any regard. ❝do your other siblings show kindness? what about your mother?❞ daphne was curious, but secretly scolded herself for being nosy

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Stiles ( @sarcasticsnackpack ) ▌sent 🎁 for a starter.

"So many like to think they've drawn a nice little ' line in the sand ' for themselves — a point that's just a bit too far into the dark for them to step over comfortably." Levity is woven through Klaus' voice, as if he finds the notion rather amusing. "Darkness concerns them. Perhaps I was even of the same mind once, a long time ago." With a subtle tilt of his head, he considers the young man's countenance for a beat. "But after I truly felt it and how it could serve me? I was never afraid of the darkness again." A grin curves his lips, then. "Although some worry they'll become lost in the allure of it."

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klaus tag drop!

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As Daphne feigned an expression of severity upon her pretty face, a short, surprised laugh rose in Klaus' throat. Surely she would never tease him in such a good-natured fashion if she knew what he was; he rather enjoyed the novelty of this. "Is that how you see me?" Despite the pretend shock that now masked his own countenance, a grin remained upon his lips. "I shall need to request a dance from you the next time the opportunity arises — I can be quite convivial under the right circumstances." Too convivial, Klaus was certain Elijah would interject.

However, his amusement faded as she rested her palm against his arm. ' What happened? ' His gaze flickered from her hand to her bright, wondering eyes. What could Klaus possibly tell her? About how his father's loathing for him had grown after discovering that he was the result of an affair? How Henrik had been mauled by werewolves and he blamed himself for it? How, upon seeing the abomination of nature she had created, his mother disowned him? How the first person he had ever wished to be with forever called him a monster, and she had been right? Klaus could only spin some version of the truth.

"My father always hated me. He thought I wasted too much time on art and music, that I wasn't enough like my siblings. When my youngest brother died, he wished it had been me instead." His eyes drifted across the room for a moment. "I know my mother did, too." Glancing back to Daphne, he continued, "When the people who are meant to love you the most withhold their kindness, you learn to do the same." Klaus' hand lifted briefly to brush against her gloved one ( she was so full of light, it was difficult not to be taken in by it, even if for just a moment ). "I imagine it hurts more to lose a parent when they're what they ought to be — I'm sorry to hear that you lost one of yours."

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❝so you haven't always been so..❞ she made her face a bit stern, in a teasing way ❝so serious❞ trying to mimic his expression. it was familar ❝what happened?❞ she had seen the look on her brother anthony. after their father died... something in him died too. he used to joke and tease more, he still did, but it was never as full of joy. she placed a gloved hand on his arm softly ❝i'm told i am a good listener.❞

she did not like the pain in his eyes as he spoke. daphne, despite her father dying when she was only 10, had grown up in a loving home. her mother was sad, but always made sure each of her eight children was loved and cared for. before he died, her father had too. the idea that someone didn't have that, broke her heart. she wasn't naïve. she knew the world could be awful, but it didn't mean she had to accept that. she would never.

❝thank you.❞ she felt something so real and sincere ❝i do try. i haven't had a bad life, other than my father dying when i was young..❞ she paused but smiled a little sad ❝but i knew that kindness and love always mattered. love makes you strong.❞

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There was a hint of unvoiced laughter Klaus' cadence as he drew closer. "Hardly random, though you are asking the wrong questions. Then again, humans usually do." A grin punctuated his words, equal parts amused and acerbic. "You are going to help me with a rather irritating little problem. I could force you, obviously, but I suspect you're on vervain and it would be rather time consuming to get it out of you." Not to mention messy, though that was less of a concern to him. "As it is, I'm of the belief that this could benefit the both of us. I spoke to you of darkness because I can tell — you're more acquainted with it than you once ever thought you'd be. However, you manage to balance it better than most. And, as it turns out, that's precisely what I need."

Stiles was walking to his Jeep after having dinner at the grill when the man's voice got his attention. ❝ Oh, yeah, that is interesting to know....❞ He isn't quite sure why this was shared with him, but when it came to darkness, the younger male was no stranger to it. Almost two years ago, he was possessed by a dark spirit that led to him doing some unspeakable things. Even though the Nogitsune was long gone, darkness lingered in his heart; one that tempted and called out to him. It was a darkness that was CONSTANTLY trying to consume him and he had to fight it every single minute of every single day and night, ❝ Is there a reason you felt the need to share this with me.... or was it just random...❞

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The color rising in Daphne's cheeks coaxed another grin to Klaus' lips. She really was terribly innocent, wasn't she? Even so, she had yet to strike him as foolish ( he wouldn't bother to entertain conversation with her if she did ), which was a rather rare combination, in his opinion. He was the last person a lady such as Daphne Bridgerton should pass her time with, a monster disguised as a man, yet he was too diverted by her company to remove himself from it — such a decision was surely the mark of selfishness, those he supposed that he had never feigned to be otherwise, to himself or anyone else.

"I would hardly say it was silly," Klaus replied with a faint lifting of his eyebrows. As it was, he had been born into a different world, one where women stood with sword in hand alongside their husbands; the stark contrast before him that she spoke of never failed to strike him with its strangeness. "Indeed, long ago, some believed in a legend that told of female warriors called Valkyrie, who were so revered that they were given the task of deciding the fate of those who fell in battle." A tip of his head followed. "Power is not limited by a thing so arbitrary as one's sex." Then, Klaus leaned in to whisper next to her ear. "But we can keep such talk between us, lest the ton label us ridiculous." When he pulled back once more, the amusement in his eyes spoke plainly of who he deemed absurd in the situation, and it certainly wasn't them.

However, he paused as he considered Daphne's assessment of Mikael. "As for my father, he was quite miserable, in more ways than one. When you're a child, you don't always understand these things. Your parents are who you believe you ought to aspire to be, until you learn better." It required every ounce of strength Klaus possessed to restrain any further vitriol from poisoning his words. Although it was his mother who turned him into a beast, he could still envision in his mind's eye the broken bodies of his real father and the neighboring werewolf pack, murdered by Mikael in a rage upon discovering the truth of his conception; it was in that moment that he truly understood what it meant to hate. Forcing the thought aside, he continued, "Ah, yes — siblings can make you want to murder people." Fresh amusement was evident in both Klaus' eyes and the curve of his mouth. "Though I'm certain my own would say much the same of me, should they be asked."

niklaus mikealson was certainly unlike any man she'd known before. everything he said seemed to have a hidden meaning behind it. daphne hadn't been around many men, except for her brothers and some of their school friends, but niklaus was mysterious to make a himself interested, there was mystery there, because she sensed that he did not wish to talk about his pain. she could understand. she did not like to talk about the pain after her father died. ❝you would be one of the few who would think that, but most of society tells us women to fall in line, while i do not find it as tedious as my younger sister eloise, ❞ she began ❝i guess it is nice not to speak somewhat freely.❞ she blushed ❝that sounded so silly of me, forgive me❞

❝he sounds like a miserable man, more unhappy with himself, and took it out on you. my father was a very happy and contented man, and he always loved each of us no matter what.❞ daphne could not imagine such a childhood. true she did not know her father past age 10, but she would give bet any amount of money, that he would still love each of his 8 children for who they were.

the fact he doubted if his mother loved saddened her. not for him per say, but for his mother. what kind of person could have a child and make them doubt their love? it sickened her ❝i do, i love all 7 of them but they can be.. well family❞ she knew she didn't have to explain to someone with his siblings. you can love them but also they can drive you mad.

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"You misunderstand me." His hands still clasped behind his back, Klaus shortened some of the distance between them. While he didn't intend for his gaze to linger on the eldest Bridgerton daughter so keenly — well, he had always been like that. Despite his growing disdain for many of them over the centuries, the humans that intrigued him always did so in a manner which drew him in a little at a time ( like the intervals between the sparks that were conjured as flint met steel, growing shorter and shorter before a fire caught ).

"I'm not of the opinion that kindness itself is inherently weakness, even if I was taught as much when I was young. Sharing it with the wrong people, however, can leave you wishing that you had never possessed any to give to begin with." A humorless smile curved Klaus' lips. "I would know. I wished it more than once, a long time ago." He rather wondered if he had achieved such a desire, if the sort of kindness she spoke of had been eradicated from his being completely. While he might suspect that it had been, the strange urge for this girl not to view him as the monster he was brought forth the smallest hint of a possibility that it still existed, yet surely buried somewhere so deep inside him that he was no longer certain of how to reach it, whether he wanted to or not.

Taking another step closer, Klaus continued, "You are kind, Miss Bridgerton. And I don't believe you to be weak."

daphne looked at klaus concerned. was it normal for people to be so cynical? to only see the worst in others? perhaps she had just lived a charmed life, but she generally saw the best in people, unless they proved otherwise. she was rarely proven wrong. ❝well i always start with a kind word. not a lie, or a empty compliment, but something simple. i find truth and honesty are the best way to find out who people are.❞

she paused, the question gnawing at her ❝forgive me but...have you always been like this? seeing kindness as a weakness? i find it to be my greatest strength. the world can be too cruel if you can not find the good in it❞