#Elijah Mikaelson x Katherine Pierce

[reina-petrova]

A Wicked Game ・❥・ Kalijah

↳What if Elijah found Katherine at least once before Mystic Falls?

↳Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

↳Angst, smut, dirty talk, blowjob, teasing, light dom/sub undertones, rough sex

↳5k words

↳Read on AO3🥀

・❥・You have to chase me・❥・

Katherine's fingers delicately encircled the crystal tumbler in front of her, the amber whiskey rolling around as she tipped it back between red lips. She placed the heavy glass back down on the lacquered bar top and signalled for another. The bar was alive that night; all sorts of walks of life come to release their stressors one way or another. Booze, drugs, sex... The alcohol was flowing, the air was hazy ,and the laughter was raucous, but Katherine had her mind on the latter.

It had been a while since she'd found someone interesting to string along, perhaps bleed dry if the night called for it. She was likewise in the mood to forget, and had no shortage of volunteers that seemed to vie for the opportunity. One man couldn't seem to take his eyes off her for a second. Katherine offered a small but devilish smile to a him, her gaze intent even as the bartender placed her a fresh drink in front of her. She could hear the man's heart beating even from across the bar, hearing it thud a little quicker in his chest the longer she looked at him.

He will do nicely.

Katherine picked up her drink, moving to slide off the barstool and onto her heels. She felt powerful as she walked towards her target, her pride swelling at the thought of a successful kill of the night. The alcohol burned warmly in her blood, and she couldn't wait until she tasted fresh blood to match. A predator stalking its prey, until she stopped dead in her tracks.

Her eyes instinctively flashed to the door of the bar when a shadow appeared in her periphery. An all too familiar figure that she sensed the moment he appeared. Her heart fell, along with her glass. It was him.

The tumbler had completely slipped from her grasp and shattered on the floor. People gasped around her at the sound of the crystal breaking, but she did not react. She could only stare in horror at as Elijah Mikaelson's eyes met hers. The din of the bar and her suitor fell away, leaving her to face her fate alone.

Elijah's face was as handsome as she remembered, but the coldness in his eyes, that was something she would never become accustomed to. The hatred that seethed beneath. Katherine swallowed dryly, her breathing becoming pitched as she stepped back once, twice. Run, run!

But she couldn't. She was frozen.

She had last heard Elijah was somewhere across the country, pointedly the other side of the country. That's why she was here. How could he have snuck up on her like this? How could she have been so stupid?

Elijah's eyes simmered with something else she couldn't read. He stood about ten feet away from her, far too short of a distance to make her escape. The witnesses meant nothing, he would tear the inside of bar out if it suited him.

Elijah seemed to notice her indecision, so he made it for her. He turned to leave the bar, inclining his head to signal for her to follow. Dread settled into her stomach like a brick, and she felt her body begin to tremble as it obeyed without her permission. She took a step forward, her heel crushing the remnants of the crystal on the ground. Another step, then another.

He'd already left, evidently confident that she would follow. Despite her instincts burning through her to run, to fight, she knew... If she didn't, she knew things would get much, much worse.

Once outside, the sun still glowing in its final moments, the haze and energy from the bar left behind, she breathed in the warm summer air.

Her eyes fell upon him once more, bathed in that golden light.

"Come."

・❥・You're meant to catch me・❥

The apartment was clearly outdated and out of use, but it was clean. The old hardwood floors were swept, the fine oak canopy bed meticulously made with delicate white curtains gathered to each of its poles. They blew in a soft breeze in tandem with the ones that hung on the open windows. The sun had begun to set in earnest where the city was beginning to fall dark but the sky was still alive with pinks and oranges. The room smelled like summer, the city a soft hum in the background. The two stood in the last remnants of the light, their vampire eyes seeing in perfect clarity.

It was evident that this was one of the old rooms that Elijah kept, undoubtedly one of a few across countless cities, wherever he needed to settle down for a night or two. The furniture looked dated but well cared for; like she had stepped back into time. But then again, she always did with Elijah. For better or for worse.

She'd followed him just across the street to the building, walking steadily behind but never faltering in her pace. He never once turned to see if she was following; he knew she was. Now she was here, and the tables had turned. The predator became the prey.

She watched him with careful eyes as he paced the length of the room, collecting his thoughts. He'd doubtlessly not expected this twist of luck to fall into his lap, as she had barely thought to be in the city that night herself, and now it was time for him to make the most of his opportunity. The air of sophistication he carried never dropped, not for a moment. It could only come with carrying a thousand lifetimes on your shoulders. In direct opposition to his calm demeanour, her body itched to run; she could almost feel the fear overtaking her body as she waited for him to do something, anything. Utter a single word that would let her know this was the last night of her life. Her nerves were practically electrified.

There was nowhere to run now.

"I can see you shaking. Thank you for understanding the gravity of your situation."

Katherine bit down on her lip, angry that he could see her fear plainly when she had been fighting it back for so long. Everything seemed to come undone inside of her at the very sight of him.

Still, she raised her head defiantly and hardened her eyes, fingernails digging into her palms until the indents threatened to bleed to control her trembling. She would retain as much dignity as she could. She had gotten this far. Elijah paced for a few more steps, stopping but a few feet away from her. The city lights spilled into the room, bathing the wall she was standing by in a faint glow. Her body stayed put against it, her curls brushing against the old wallpaper. For all her trying, once her eyes met his, her gaze fell to the ground in front of her.

"I didn't know you were in town." She said lowly, frustrated. In truth, she was more than furious with herself for letting the side down. One step ahead, always. So much for that.

She watched him from the small distance that separated them, her eyes further adjusting as the sunlight gave way to the moon. Darkness seemed to stain the corners of the room like ink, but she could see him perfectly. His suit was well tailored, as it always was, a fine silk tie at his throat and a crisp white shirt peeking out from behind his black suit jacket. His hair was shorter than she'd seen him last, brushed away from his face to accentuate his handsome features and the line of his jaw.

"It was a rather spontaneous decision, but let's call it fate, shall we?" He paused, making sure she met his eyes before he continued. They seemed to gleam in the nighttime with a dark promise. "We have much to discuss, Katerina."

"I think you know the story pretty well by now." Her irony slipped out before she could stop it. She realized her mistake but it was too late to react; Elijah appeared in front of her in a flash, drowning her in shadows as he blocked any of the light coming in through the windows. Everywhere she looked, he was there. The overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by him made her feel dizzy.

“When will you learn your place, Katerina?” His voice thrummed inside of his chest, carrying over to hers where she felt it vibrate.

“I have no place to mind.” She gritted from behind clenched teeth. Frustration flared within her, but the tension was what was most unbearable. He gazed upon her like he wanted to devour her and she looked up at him like she wanted to set him ablaze. Her eyes flashed with the thought, but his eyes stayed dark and heady. Complete control, always.

“That’s where you are mistaken. You know your place yet you refuse it. Shall I remind you of it?”

In a flash, he spun her around until her hands were splayed against the wall and he stood behind her. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, pressing her slowly into the wall. Her fingers bent and scratched against the wall, seeking for purchase in a situation increasingly out of her control. His scent enveloped her like a veil.

He pushed her hair aside roughly to expose the soft skin of her neck, then used his fingers to trace from underneath her ear down to the slope of her shoulder. Katherine felt herself shiver in response to his touch, familiar yet with an underlying tone of cruelty.

She swallowed against the dryness of her throat, feeling his body shift behind hers until his chest was pressed against her shoulder blades. His right hand came upon her right side, placing his hand directly onto her neck. His touch was light but beneath his fingers lingered something else. A warning.

The warmth of his body bled into hers, and despite herself, she felt the sting of desire in her lower stomach. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, breathing light under the weight of his hand on her. He seemed to notice her shifting and he chuckled lowly in his chest. His fingers shifted slightly so his palm was on the back of her neck, index finger pressing against the sensitive point under her ear where her jaw began. Her skin seemed to crave his touch, but her mind battled against it.

“It’s here, with me. Just like this.” One hand on her waist, the other travelled along her side and up her shoulder. With a precise and gentle hand, he grasped her jaw and slowly tilted her head so that her neck was exposed to him. Goosebumps rose all over her skin. “At my complete mercy.”

Katherine took a small breath and held it. A mixture of fear and anger seared through her. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let her guard down?

“So now what?” She said quietly, her voice thick with trepidation.

“Indeed, now what? How many more times must we repeat history, Katerina?" She felt him sigh behind her. "Perhaps now is the time to end it.”

Katherine felt herself spin around and only when she was facing him did she realize he had allowed it, his hands dropping from her neck. His body was still barely a hairsbreadth from hers; he didn’t need to be touching her for her to understand she was trapped. Her eyes met his, unable to look anywhere else but his face. She could no longer hide the desperation in her eyes.

“Elijah… please.”

Amusement slowly darkened his gaze.

“Begging, Katerina? That’s unlike you.”

“I’d only do it for you.”

His eyes flashed at that.

"How long will you continue to avoid the consequences of your actions?"

Katherine gave a mirthless laugh at that. "If you think I haven't been dealing with the consequences for the last 500 years, you aren't giving your brother enough credit."

"Then perhaps it is my consequence you should be worried about." He responded coolly. The way Elijah remained so unshakeable frightened her most. Klaus was predictably unstable, but no one could decipher Elijah, not truly, not even her. Though the fact that he hadn't ripped her head from her shoulders told her she still had some sort of power in this game. His eyes met hers and she thought she saw them soften, if only for a moment.

"Elijah." Katherine lifted her hand and delicately placed it against his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch and she could feel the lightest bit of stubble on his jaw. She hadn't touched him like this for centuries, and suddenly she was back to 1492 when the gallant Elijah Mikaelson was kissing her hand in the middle of the ballroom floor. Before everything had been destroyed.

"I am not a Salvatore, Katerina. This is not a game."

His hand caught her wrist and he lowered it for her, none too gently. She choked back the yelp of pain as her arm twisted in an unnatural way before she ripped it from his grasp.

"I'm not playing at one." She said harshly. "I know you remember."

It was Elijah's turn to laugh dryly. "Remember what, exactly? Your dalliance with Niklaus? How you fled into the night and snapped your own neck? When I swore to you that I would protect you?"

"You knew why he was courting me, Elijah. You know I never cared for him. I wanted more, I told you that! What was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to trust me."

Katherine sighed quietly as she looked up into Elijah's eyes. He took a half step back from her, turning to face the rest of the room. She took a deep breath, realizing that she hadn't truly been breathing with him so close to her. His scent still lingered as he walked away, but the warmth of his body disappearing left her cold. When she spoke, she spoke to his back.

"I couldn't- I can't."

"I know, Katerina. All too well."

Silence fell upon the room as the night did, settling in slowly like frost. Katherine put her hands on her arms, folding them over her ribs. The room was cooling from the sun setting but the ice in his words chilled her more. All of this could still end with him delivering her to Klaus, not a single moment of her life was guaranteed since he walked into that bar.

But where there is hate, there was once love.

"I know you remember." She repeated. Her voice barely carried across the room but she knew he heard every word. Taking one slow step after another, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors, her instincts roiled against each movement that brought her closer to him. It felt so wrong to walk towards her death, and yet...

Elijah turned around to look at her, his face disappearing in the shadows as his back turned to the windows. Light brimmed around his silhouette like a dark angel. She took another step. Closer still.

"Don't, Katerina." His voice was a warning, low and dangerous.

"Remind me." She whispered, fighting the quiver in her throat as she closed the distance between them. She gazed up at him, his features dark but his eyes shining with... hate? Desire?

A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "Remind you?"

This is too dangerous, her mind echoed. Don't be an idiot. He watched her with cool curiosity, allowing her to wander closer to him. She felt as though his jaws would snap around her at any moment.

"Remind me of what once was. What you once felt for me... and I'll remind you. All those moments we lost, Elijah."

Something changed in his expression then. The vitriol gave way to something else, something deeper as her words rang in the emptiness of the room. Perhaps it was just a hallucination borne of desperate to live, but she thought she saw his eyes soften, even for a moment.

That moment was enough. The tipping point.

Elijah's lips crashed into hers, his hands immediately circling her waist. Katherine's arms came up and around his neck as she matched the ferocity of his kiss, feeling all of the fear and panic transform into desire and passion. The frustration still broiled underneath for both of them as his hands dug into her skin roughly and her fingernails scratched along the soft skin at the nape of his neck.

Katherine felt his hands slid underneath her ass and she lifted her legs to encircle his waist. She could feel his arousal between her hips, and she felt her own heighten at the feeling, a delicious flame licking in her lower stomach. A mix of hatred and long-lost desire fueled the spark between them, giving way to a burning flame.

Katherine's breath deepened into pants as she fumbled with Elijah's suit jacket, pushing it away from his shoulders. He released her onto the floor and shrugged it off, then loosened his tie from his neck. The energy was frenetic between them, their lips immediately returning to each other's.

Elijah growled beneath his breath as he gripped the flimsy fabric of her top and tore it from her torso, revealing the lacy black bra she'd worn underneath. He paused at the sight of it, his broad chest rising and falling in soft pants, and a smirk appearing on his lips.

"Planned this?"

"I could ask the same of you."

Elijah cocked his head to the side as though challenging her, and she saw his smile grow despite himself.

"You've always been wilful, Katerina. It's time I taught you your place."

Katherine let a small laugh escape her as his hands returned to her body, but it quickly died in a sea of moans that he coaxed from her body.

He pushed her to the wall, nearly slamming her against it and she returned the favor, shoving him against the poles of the canopy bed. The hunger grew, his fingers knotting in her curls and the buttons of his shirt popping off as she tore it off with her fingers.

Elijah's mouth was hot and rough against the skin of her neck, his fangs scraping deliciously along the column of her throat. Her hands explored the bare expanse of his chest as she moved to step out of her heels.

"No-" She heard him grunt. "Leave them on."

She raised a brow with a smirk but acquiesced, stepping out of her black jeans until she was only in her underwear and the stilettos. Elijah was left only in his trousers.

Katherine didn't miss a beat before unbuckling them, leaving messy kisses down his throat, chest, and hips before lowering herself to her knees. She pulled the length of him out of his pants and licked from root to tip. Elijah's growl was amplified, his head falling back against the pole, fingers coming back to tangle in her curls.

"Mm. Can you take all of me?"

Katherine's jaw relaxed as she took his cock into her mouth fully, using her tongue to swirl around his thick member. She angled her face upwards and she felt herself growing wetter at the sight of Elijah coming undone above her. His brows were furrowed, eyes intent on her as he watched her every movement as though captivated.

"I know you're getting soaked for me. You love this, don't you?" He murmured softly, his hand coming down to trace his fingers along her jawbone. Katherine pushed him farther down the back of her throat, causing him to buck his hips in response. She heard him snarl at the feeling.

"Katerina." His low voice was a warning. "Tease me and you'll have a long night ahead of you."

Katherine hummed around the length of him, but then felt him tug on her hair as he pulled her back up to him. His lips found hers, and he flipped her around so that her back was to his chest. His hand immediately went between her legs, his other circling her waist like a vice. Katherine felt her knees give as his precise fingers rubbed through her underwear, feeling the patch of wetness grow beneath his touch.

"You did enjoy it, didn't you? Enjoyed being on your knees for me?"

She could only moan in response, her hips twisting in his grip, but he held her to him tightly.

He pressed her down onto the bed, her hips hanging from the bed and her palms flat as she moved her head to the side. He pulled the lacy underwear off her hips in one smooth movement, his hand coming up to cup her ass. He gave a slight swat, and she jumped at the warmth of the sting.

Elijah's body covered hers, his hand once more finding its way beneath her body and between her legs. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers slipping between her wet folds, his fingers finding her needy clit with ease. With his weight on top of her and the bed beneath her, she had no choice but to endure the waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She muffled her cries in the soft sheets of the bed, her body beginning to tremble as her first orgasm began to grow.

"Does that feel good, Katerina? Do you want to cum?"

She whined in response, backing her hips up closer to his fingers as much as he would allow. The weight of him, the warmth of his skin, the scent of him, and the sound of his voice, low and deep in her voice, it was too much to bear.

"Yes, Elijah, please, please..."

Begging, Katerina? That's unlike you. - I'd only do it for you.

Their past interaction rang in her ears the moment the words slipped past her lips, but she was desperate for release. His fingers quickened against her soaked pussy, and as she came closer and closer to her release... he stopped.

"Fuck! Elijah..."

He removed himself from her body, the cold chill of the room drafting over her skin. Goosebumps rose over her body as she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for release. Her heels clicked together as she whimpered.

"Please, Elijah..."

"You haven't been very good, have you, Katerina?"

His hands pushed her legs apart, then he pressed one against her lower back, steadying her hips. "Have you?" He asked again, giving her ass another swat. She hissed at the feeling.

"No! No, I haven't."

He tsk'd behind her, and she felt her arousal dripping between her thighs and onto the sheets of the bed. With his other hand, he placed his cock at her entrance and rubbed the head of it up and down her pussy, collecting her wetness. She arched her back at the feeling, but every time she tried to move her hips back to meet his, he kept her firmly in place.

"Only good girls get to cum, sweet Katerina."

With that, he slid into her, the entire length of him right to the hilt. Katherine gasped at the feeling, quickly releasing a deep moan as he began to move against her hips, settling a ruthless pace against her.

His hips thrusted in and out, slowing down occasionally only to purposefully roll his hips against hers so that his cock hit every delicious point of pleasure inside of her. Her clit was left untouched, and she almost reached between her legs to avail herself of the need.

His hand caught hers, and he placed both above her head for good measure, locking her wrists in the grip of one hand.

"You'll take what pleasure I give you."

She sucked a breath in as he increased his pace, his fingers on his other hand leaving bruises on her hips from his desperate grip. Katherine bucked her hips back, trying to meet his insistent pace.

Once he'd had his pleasure, he slid out of her slowly so she felt every moment, then pulled on her hip until she turned and laid on her back, then he released her hands from his grip.

"I'll be good, I swear..." She panted as she gazed up at him, her eyes hungrily drinking in his toned stomach and chest, the chiseled V-line of his hips, the strength of his thighs. His arms were a particularly favourite appreciation of hers, and she watched as the lean muscles shifted under his smooth skin. His eyes were aflame with desire, and his lips shifted into a crooked smile. She watched as he stroked himself once, twice.

He slid back between her folds, their eyes connecting as he spoke,

"That's my good girl."

Katherine brought her legs around his waist, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as he thrust back into her. Her heels scratched against his lower back, clicking together as he moved in and out with vampiric speed. She felt as though she would come apart just from the feeling of him inside her, the sight of his warm brown eyes and feeling of his skin sticking to hers. That was, until he slid his hand down to where she needed him most.

She nearly screamed at the feeling of him rolling his thumb over her clit, coupled with his thick cock rolling inside of her just right.

"Please," She groaned. "Please let me cum, Elijah."

"Do you deserve it, Katerina?" She heard his voice shake the slightest bit, and she knew that his release was close. He needed her as badly as she needed him, even all these centuries later. "Do you think you deserve my mercy?"

"I need it, I need it." She panted. She closed her eyes tightly together, unable to control the impending release. His fingers were too precise, too controlled. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was becoming impossible to resist giving into the temptation. "Please, I can't-"

"Cum for me, Katerina."

The moment those words left his lips, she came undone around him. Her hands gripped his forearms so hard that to any mortal man, she would've shattered their wrists. Elijah's hips continued to piston against hers, fingers delicately rolling over her clit as she rode out her orgasm, her hips stuttering at the feeling.

She watched as euphoria over took him, his features transforming as his release neared, gripping her hips tightly to him as his thrusts became shorter and closer. She tightened her ankles around his hips, keeping him close to her body. Moments later, he came inside of her, the last of his thrusts languid and slow inside of her. She winced at the overstimulation, but his hand soon fell away from her clit as pulled out of her.

She dropped her legs from around his waist and allowed her limbs to fall slack, the electricity of her release still shocking her every nerve. She felt utterly spent.

Elijah was already dressing himself, trousers buckled and with his shirt in tatters, he reached into a nearby dresser and pulled out a fresh one. Katherine raised a brow at that. Perhaps he frequented this apartment far more than she knew.

He threw it over his shoulders, followed by his tie. Within moments, he was dressed while she lay naked on the bed.

"I'd hasten, Katerina. Dawn is breaking, and I'm only giving you a day's headstart."

Katherine pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking off the remnants of the pleasure in her muscles as the cold rush of reality poured itself over her. She slid off the bed, quickly gathering her underwear and jeans, and what shreds remained of her top.

"How long will this go on, Elijah?" She could hardly conceal the tiredness in her voice as she dressed, running her fingers through her hair to try and regain some dignity. Her makeup was certainly beyond smudged and the mess of her curls the result of a good fucking.

"A long time." He responded quietly, but she didn't understand the meaning of his words until much later.

As she finished buttoning her jeans, Elijah raised a hand and placed it delicately on her jaw, mirroring the gesture she'd done just hours ago. Katherine felt her breath hitch despite everything they'd just done. The way he gazed at her was far more intimate than any of it.

Then, his eyes hardened. The cold stare returned and she knew nothing had really changed. History was repeating itself, just as he'd said.

"The next time I see you, Katerina, it will be the last. Are we clear?"

She wasn't naive; a single night of passion wasn't enough to spare her life. She knew better than to test Elijah again, and she certainly knew no such mercy awaited her if she ran into either of the Mikaelson brothers again.

The dawn was indeed beginning to break, with the navy blue sky beginning to lighten with each passing moment. Katherine didn't need to be told twice; once she collected her belongings, she disappeared from Elijah's sight without another word.

Once outside, the city was sparse apart from a few who either rose early to go to work, or whose night had yet to end. Katherine took a small breath of the summer air, feeling the breeze gently brush against her curls. She'd survived one more night. That was something. As she stood at the edge of the road, telltale signs of her pleasure still tingling the deepest parts of her, she found herself turning around and gazing back up at the old apartment building.

Elijah stood at the window, the picture of elegance, watching her every movement. She turned away, and disappeared into the dawn.

・❥・But if I catch you, the game will be over・❥・

[kasagia]

Our little game pt. 2

~Part 1~ ~Part 3~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: After the engagement party, you, Katherine, Freya, and Rebekah start to organize a grand fairytale wedding for family members only. Which means you'll be staying at Mikaelson's house a little longer than you initially assumed. But everyone is delighted with your presence. Especially little Hope and her dad, who loves to watch you play with his little princess. Kol is teasing him that he's using the baby charm to get to your cold, iced heart because he isn't hot enough. Kol nearly gets stabbed. But Elijah comes and rescues his youngest brother. After all, someone has to perform the marriage ceremony. You also meet "The Hybrid's Therapist" and makes a huge, life-changing discovery. Word count: 6,3k+

Y/N POV

Three days. That's how long it took the original family to get me acquainted with everything that happened in those missing years. They found a new member of the family, killed their parents (and crazy aunt) again, and ruled New Orleans just like "in the old, good times." That was too much information to get in that short time. Especially since I was drunk for half of it. Bekah and Kit-kat made the decision to get to know me and Freya by attending parties every night. It was fun at first. But when the hangover came to me the morning after, it wasn't funny anymore. At least I made a new friend.

"Earth to Y/N!" someone screamed at me and pushed, making me fall from the kitchen chair. I groaned in pain, rubbing my sore butt.

"Kol Mikaelson. Do you wish to die on this awful morning?"

"It's 11am." he replied, annoyed. The 10th-century maniac always started his day with the crowing of the hens. I was unworthy (or too lazy) to participate in this mystery of the rising sun.

"I told you. Morning."

"I'm sorry, but I, unlike others, have a real problem on my hands, and I don't have time to deal with your bitter, hangover attitude."

"I apologize for your grace. What is so important that you have to hurt people this morning? You broke one of Klaus' paintings or finally stole his precious daggers?"

"That's better." I gave him a stern look. "Relax, darling. I was joking."

"Not appreciated."

"God. I don't know why my brother likes you."

"Hey! Elijah is my friend; of course he likes me." I replied offended.

"Not these ones. And not in a platonic way." my amused, kind smile faded at his suggestion.

"You know what? I'm too hungry to… what did you say? Deal with your attitude?" I said with a mean smirk on my way out of the kitchen.

"No! Wait a second!" he used his vampire speed to stand before me. "I'll make you breakfast. Just help me."

"What will you cook?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Scrambled eggs?"

"I want waffles."

"Waffles?"

"Uhm. With cherry jam, whipped cream, and strawberries."

"You're going to be fat."

"And very happy. You don't want me to be happy?" I gave him my best puppy eyes.

"Alright, alright. Three waffles then." he agreed, heading to the cooker.

"Six." I corrected him, sitting down at the kitchen island across from him to watch him cook my food.

"Seriously?" he gave me an incredulous look.

"I told you. I'm hungry."

"My God, watch over your future husband."

"And his bank account." Kol burst out laughing as he started cooking my breakfast. "So? What can I help you?"

"It worked. I have a real date with Davina."

"Congratulations." I nodded as I poured myself a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you. But now, as she said yes, I have to make this day unforgetable and amazing."

"I'm starting to worry about you. Are you feeling fine? How many fingers do you see?" I asked, showing him two fingers in front of his face. He snorted, pushing my hand away.

"This is very funny, but I need your help."

"Why me? I mean, you have two older sisters and two older brothers who have probably been in many more relationships than me. They know how to flirt better than me." I inquired, feeling uncomfortable about assisting a 1,000-year-old vampire in picking up a girl when the number of my ex-boyfriends was limited to only one.

"Oh, you'd be surprised…" he says, looking at me with a little smile. "Maybe they have some... romantic experience, but they are over a thousand years old. And Davina is from these times, like you. You know what I'm trying to say?"

"Usually? No. But let's say this time I understand that you called your sibling pensioners. So, tell me something about your girl. I need to know her likes."

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*After some time*

"I think that's all." he handed me my food, looking at me expectantly.

"Well... I think you shouldn't take her on your first date to any fancy restaurant, cinema, or theater."

"Then what?"

"You're a good cook. Make her something and go boating on the river at night. You know stars and constellations, tell her about them after dinner. But don't make yourself a genius, women usually don't like this."

"Do you think that's enough?"

"You can scatter rose petals on the deck and decorate it with lights. But definitely don't take the poor girl to Paris, or you'll overwhelm her. Save something special for significant dates, like big anniversaries or something."

"You sure?"

"Trust me, women like it when a man makes an effort. She'll be delighted if you do everything yourself. A pampered vampire prince flying around town to fulfill her every little whim and do something special for her? She will love it."

"Vampire prince?"

"Please... like your family doesn't act like royalty."

"Does that mean I'm the king, love?" Klaus came to the kitchen with a little girl in his arms. God. This man looked too hot while he was holding a child.

"Absolutely not. But this sweetheart in your arms is a true princess. Yes, Hope?" I asked, giggling, when she started laughing after I tickled her. I was so fascinated by the sweet child that I didn't notice the look a holding her hybrid was giving me.

"If I remember correctly, this is not your babysitting week. Have you been stealing her from Hayley for three days because you missed her, or do you have another reason, brother?" Kol asked, snapping me out of my trance. This child could easily charm people around her.

"Did you steal her?" I asked indignantly.

"I am her father, love." he replied, looking at me offended.

"What's your point?"

"I can't steal my own child."

"Well, since you don't get along too well with her mother, I believe you can. Did he steal you, angel?" I asked her as she started to grab my hair in her little hand, forcing Klaus to lower himself to my level so the little princess wouldn't fall out of his arms.

"No, I don't. Hayley knows where she is. You two don't have to worry." I gave him a chair so he could sit next to me and not have to do gymnastics with the little troublemaker he held.

He sat her on his lap so she had better access to my bracelets, which turned out to be her next interest. I giggled as I watched her mumble over the pendant of a silver witch flying on a broomstick towards a diamond moon. A birthday present from her father. Talking about the hybrid, he also probably appreciated the selection of my jewelry.

"May you be more like your mother, sweetheart. It would have saved her a lot of nerves." I said to her, taking the pendant away just as it was about to go to her mouth. She screamed something in her language and grabbed my finger instead, trying to drop it with her gums.

"She must have been teething." I thought, not even noticing the gentle, lovely gaze the hybrid was giving me while holding the baby.

"She has the look of the devil in her eyes. That's all me, love." I shifted my gaze to the girl's father.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"I think we already talked about nights and beds. Did you reconsider my invitation?" he asked, smiling and leaning closer to me.

"Don't talk to me like that with a little baby in your arms. It may be traumatizing for her. Just like for me." I replied, pretending to tremble with disgust.

Kol's snort reminded both of us of his presence.

"I told you, Nik. The baby trick doesn't work on her when your baby is cuter than you. You have to find another way into her cold heart."

"Don't you have a girl to chase?" I asked, shooting him a stern look. Did each of them have to be joking about our improbable romance?

"Actually, I do Y/N." Kol came over to us, kissed Hope on the cheek, and did the same to me. Klaus's quiet growl didn't go unnoticed. "Bye darling!"

"Stop calling me like that, you're a taken man!" I shouted after him. "Idiot. What?" I asked the hybrid, who was staring at me with a strange, unfamiliar look in his eyes.

"H e did you breakfast?" he asked with a cold, impassive tone, trying to cover his emotion.

"Yeah. He wanted help, so I made him do something useful in return."

"Oh, I see. Were that cheek kiss and "taken man" talk also part of your generous help." his resentment became more audible in his voice with each passing second. He was angry. But why the fuck?

"What's wrong with you? Kol and I are friends if you expect me to act like we don't..."

"Are you two just friends?" he immediately cut me off, not caring to hear what I was about to say.

"No. We're secretly married, and I'm expecting his child. I'm madly in love with him." I said sarcastically as I was about to leave the kitchen. I didn't like the direction this conversation was going.

"Y/N." Mikaelson's firm tone of voice and the use of my name instead of his usual "love" told me he wasn't joking or playing a game after all.

I turned and took a step closer to him, so our chests met. Hope's legs were hitting me a little as she waved them around, muttering something under her breath. His eyes were all on mine. Unwanted shivers ran through me.

"Kol fell for your town witch, Davina. I helped him plan a fantastic date. That's all. Don't misinterpret our actions. That's how we talk to each other. But even if we were something more, it wouldn't be your business. I'm not your toy that you can appropriate."

"I've never said you are. Don't misinterpret my actions."

"Are you using my own words against me?"

"I don't know, love. Did I?"

He gave me a challenging look, occasionally lowering his gaze to my lips. I stood there, never thinking about how close we were until his nose brushed mine. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of backing out. He'd never kiss me anyway, would he? We did a lot of stuff, true, but a real kiss was something neither of us could do as part of our "game." At least that's how I explained my suppressed desire to be close to him.

"NIKLAUS!" Elijah's yell immediately pulled us apart. I cleared my throat, reaching out to take the little one from him.

"I'll take her to the park. Maybe we even go to the playground, what do you think, Hope? Do you want to swing with auntie Y/N?"

"I'll try my best to come to you two as fast as I can." he said, and gave me his child.

He took a moment to look at both of us, and before he left, he kissed Hope on the head. Little bastard had to give me a "goodbye kiss" in the exact same place as Kol did. And just to be clear, I wasn't blushing.

Blood just suddenly ran into my face and made me red like a tomato. Just it. It had nothing to do with a kiss from the original.

~•♤♤♤•~

3rd PERSON POV

"I hope you had a good reason to call for me, because I was that close to finally making this little, stubborn witch kiss me."

Klaus ran into a library to meet his elder brother. It appeared that he wasn't alone. Kol was right behind Elijah, proudly smiling at him. That little bastard tricked him.

"What's going on here?"

"Kol told me about your..."

"Using our niece to flirt with Y/N. How do you plead from that?" Kol chimed in on his older brother's words.

"I'm not going to talk with you about my relationship with Y/N."

"Which, by the way, doesn't exist at all." the blond man moved towards his younger brother, but the oldest Mikaelson's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Behave yourselves. Both of you."

"I'm sorry, brother, but as you can see, he's the one who has consistently sabotaged my plans for Y/N. Make him behave himself." he pointed an accusing finger at Kol.

"I'm trying to save you from making the great mistake of your life. As much as I love Y/N, she doesn't fit our lifestyle. If you started to date her, you'd put her in the middle of our enemies, old, crazy witches who want to kill us, or even worse, your ex-girlfriends. You'll ruin her, and she deserves something more than our family drama."

"And you, Elijah? Do you share his opinion?"

"It doesn't matter. We just... want you to reconsider your plans before it's too late."

"Yeah. Let's take Hayley as an example. She didn't end up well after a night with you. Or... both of you." Kol stopped as he saw his brothers' angry look. "Alright, that was the wrong example, but you know what I mean. She's just a human with superpowers. She wouldn't put up with all the pain that comes with being a Mikaelson."

"Yes? Then what would you say about Davina? Is she strong enough? How is she different from Y/N?"

"She was born here. From the beginning, she grew up among witches. Y/N has known our world for only 4 years. That's a short time even for a mortal."

"When exactly did you become the voice of reason in our family? I thought it was Elijah's responsibility."

"Well, someone has to, as long as he's enchanted by Petrova's charm. By the way, you're no better than him."

The hybrid was about to throw a dagger at the brazen original, but his phone rang. He gave his brother his most terrifying look and went out of the room, taking the call.

"Oh my god, I miraculously escaped this. I'm never playing bad cop in your plan again, Petrova!"

"Do you think it will really work?" Elijah asked, completely ignoring his brother's nervous outburst.

"Of course, honey. We all know that he hated when someone tried to control him or give him an order. He'll run straight to her and admit his feelings right after he deals with the new vampire group. Let's hope Y/N finally tells him how she really feels about him." Katerina stepped out of the shadows, embracing her fiancé before kissing him on the cheek (to Kol's groan of disgust).

"How did you know where he went?"

"I could convince Rebekah to turn some vampires against Klaus and Marcel to keep them busy for the rest of the afternoon. Which will give me enough time to implement plan B."

"Which is?"

"What kind of matchmaker would I be if I told you before anything really happened? Trust me, they will be officially together on the day of our wedding at the latest." she said, then kissed the smiling original passionately, not caring that they had company in the room.

"Ugh! That's too much, even for me. Get a room or something before another innocent soul sees that. Before I go. Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yes. Me and Rebekah will help you with this date, but we are not cooking. Only decorate."

"Thanks. Play nice and use protection!" he shouted as he left, causing his brother to blush. Katerina laughed, kissing the vampire's rosy cheek.

"Wanna help me set up your stupid brother with Y/N?" she inquired, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

"Why exactly are you helping him? I thought you hated him?"

"Well, besides wanting to score points in your eyes and be able to point it out to him every chance I get, I think it would be nice to have Y/N with us permanently. She's a good friend."

"It's nice to see that you're starting to think not only about yourself but also about others around you." he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Well, if you come upstairs with me, I can show you how much I think about others… pleasure."

"Are we alone?"

"Mhmm..." the original picked her up in bridal style, causing the younger vampire to laugh as he carried her up the stairs.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N POV

Damon called me for the fourth time that day. I have been successful at ignoring him and playing with Hope. At least until Katherine didn't join us and took my phone to hang him up.

"What does he want? I thought your group fell apart?" she asked, putting my phone back in my pocket.

"Well... let's say we are on a break." I said, trying to get my hair out of Hope's grip to set the girl on the swing.

"Do they know where you are?"

"No. Actually, I only wrote to Bonnie to say that I'm safe and she doesn't have to worry about me."

Now that I think about it, none of them took an interest in my fate. Only Bonnie. On the other hand, it didn't bother me at all. I already had people who cared about me.

Damon called again, causing Kat to grimace in annoyance.

"Please, can I pick up your phone and tell him to fu..."

"Katherine! There're children here!" I cut her off before the curse reached Hope's ears. Klaus would kill me if his daughter's first words were "fuck".

"Atherine!" I froze in place, stopping swinging the girl. Now, I think he'd rather hear that her first word was curse than Katherine.

"Ha ha. You should see your face!" the woman laughed as she continued swinging Hope.

"But... how... when... What?" I mumbled, still in shock.

"Please, I taught her my name a long time ago. That's how I won Kol's collection of wine." I felt a stone fall from my heart. I was safe. "But this is the first time she told it in front of someone other than me and Kol, so... I don't think that Klaus knew." a mischievous smirk grew on her face. Well, I guess I'll be dead after all.

"No. Absolutely not. It'll break his heart if he hears that's her first word." I stopped the swing and crouched down to be at Hope's height. "C'mon Hope. Say daddy."

"Y/N... continue like that, and Klaus would rather listen to you calling him daddy than his own child." Katherine began to tease, making my face flush uninvitedly. If I was screwed anyway, why did she have to kick me down?

"Stop it. It's a serious situation. I took her for a walk, what should I do when we return and she starts calling your name?!"

"Well, if you try to use this daddy line on him..."

"Katherine!" I stood up and yelled at the laughing vampire.

"Atherine!" she cried, waving her arms happily.

"No sweetheart. Dad. Daddy. Dada. Dad." I knelt in front of the baby once again, practically begging her to help me in my unfair battle with amused Katherine.

"That's not how you teach a child."

"And how should I know that? I'm 20 with no siblings. Hope is the first child I care for. Thinking about that, I'm surprised that Klaus even gave her to me."

"From the first seconds of her life, this little one has had a 24-hour survival school. One afternoon with an inexperienced aunt wouldn't kill her." She stopped seeing how upset I was. She took my arm and made me look into her eyes. "Hey. Do not panic. Nothing happened. I will teach her, and Klaus will never know. You don't have to worry."

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at her unconvincingly.

"I did it once. I can do it again. In the meantime, you can go pick up alcohol for the wedding from the bar across the street."

"Did you order alcohol from the bar? Doesn't your fiancé happen to have an age-old collection of all sorts of liquors?"

"Yes, but it is not an inexhaustible well. Kol insisted that we have to start restocking our supplies this year, and for every bottle we take, he makes us add new ones. It's not my fault that moron likes a special recipe that they only make at this particular bar."

"The Mikaelsons and their picky palates." I mumbled under my breath, kissing Hope's head before leaving her alone with aunt Katherine.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I left the playground. If Klaus finds his daughter with Katherine, at least she'll be to blame for the little girl shouting her name in fascination.

Or he'll have a heart attack. Maybe it's better to warn him.

Hello half-wolfie. I just want to let you know that the little princess is with Her Majesty. Don't get mad when you see them two - I have to go and take care of the wedding (which you're not helping me with at all, Mr. Best Man). I'm getting alcohol and rings, so you're responsible for flowers and food. Good luck! :)

Mr. Big Ego: I hope you know what you're doing. Also, if flowers and food aren't a woman's thing to do?

I'll turn a blind eye to this horrible sexist discrimination just because you're probably miles away and my magic won't reach you. Back to the topic. You're an artist, and you have a pretty good sense of style, so I believe you'll do just fine. Besides, you're quite handsome. Use your charm on the women, and they'll do the job for you.

Mr. Big Ego: Thanks for the advice, I'm just trying to use it in case you hadn't noticed. ;)

My God, are you getting senile blindness? I wrote that you're "quite handsome," not "incredible hot." You've got to find a desperate woman, so go and do your job, because I'm not going to do shitwork for you, LOVE. :-*

Mr. Big Ego: I'd rather read how you call me that under other circumstances... :-/

Take what they give you.

Mr. Big Ego: We both know I can get a lot more out of you. Like those tempting, little moans a couple days ago...

Don't you happen to have something urgent to do, your grace?

Mr. Big Ego: Nothing is more important than you (and Hope). Until we meet again, my love. <3

"Boyfriend?" woman's voice brought me back to earth. I looked around, realizing I was under the bar and blocking the entrance. I was annoyed that I couldn't stop smiling since I began writing to the hybrid.

"He wishes." I replied as I put my phone away and entered the bar.

I headed straight for the bar, hoping to settle this as soon as possible and get back to my girls. I loved Katherine, but the desire to spite Klaus might outweigh her good-natured offer. I wanted to make sure she didn't teach Hope anything terrible (like "Kol," for example).

Fortunately, the bar wasn't that crowded, so I was able to get to the barmaid without any problems.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. My friend ordered some of your drinks for her wedding. I promised her I would get them. It should be booked for Petrova or Mikaelson."

"Oh yes. I know. I am Cami. It's nice to finally meet you. After all the stories I've heard about you, I feel like we've known each other for a long time."

"Klaus' psychotherapist? I thought it was at least a full-time job." the blonde giggled.

"Let's say he's making progress."

"Which doesn't explain how you know me. Is Klaus talking about me all the time, again and again? I must be the real bane of his existence."

"Actually, he's very fond of you."

"Fond of me? In what universe?"

"Wanna have a drink?"

My first thought was to say no, but the barmaid poured me a drink before I could decline her offer.

Maybe one drink won't hurt me.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Have you never been in love?" Cami asked after serving me another tequila.

In those few hours (and probably 2 bottles used to make me a drink) the blonde went back to the topic of Klaus's untrue feelings for me. Forcing me, in a way, to talk about my love conquests. I was sure that they were not as diverse and interesting as hybrids.

"I was. Long time ago. We did all these stupid, cheesy things together. Stargazing in the forest on top of his car, swimming in the lake at night, dancing in the rain. He was my date at prom. We even won the king and queen contest. But the point is that my personal experience tells me that loving him wasn't worth it at all."

"And why is that?"

"Because my boyfriend—the man I'd been dating since we were ten years old—broke up with me via fucking SMS on my 18th birthday."

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh. And please don't give me any therapist speech about that: "He was the problem, not me." I got over him a long time ago." I said, taking a sip of my drink to avoid her sympathetic gaze.

"Then why don't you want to give a chance to someone new?" I mean, it's been proven that a new relationship and crush can aid in the healing of broken hearts."

"Well, I'm assuming you can't heal something that doesn't exist anymore. Also I don't need any new love in my life; I have my friends, and they are giving me enough of it."

"For now, but what will happen if one day you would like to have your own family? A person who'll choose you above everything else in their life?"

"Please, don't even tell me that Klaus fits into this "ideal" husband-to-be for me." the woman sighed, rubbing her forehead. I smiled victoriously, knowing that I had won over Klaus' therapist and that Katherine's little ruse had failed.

"To be honest, I shouldn't do that, but desperate times and all of that." the blonde took out a small dictaphone from her pocket and played a recording after a few clicks. "A week before Elijah and Katherine's engagement party."

"All right. Let's talk about something else. How do you feel about your brother getting married to Katherine?"

"Stupid question. Of course I'm happy for him. Even if his partner leaves much to be desired."

"Well, I've heard something different."

"And what exactly?"

"That you're grumpier than usual and growl at every poor soul around you. There are also many stories in the city about you. You've gone mad because you're secretly in love with Katherine, and that's why you don't want them to get married. But my personal favorite is that you tried to steal the ring from Elijah and sell it on Amazon."

"I admit I was more… moody in the passing days, but all is well now. I'm really happy for them. Very."

"Are you sure your mood swings have nothing to do with Y/N?"

"Veto."

"Come on. We need to finally talk about her. It's the perfect time."

"You're not going to let this topic go, are you?"

"Not as long as she is an important person in your life. Rebekah told me she had an impact on you. You tried to be a better man for her! I thought only Hope had that power over you."

"Do not say that. She'd be overjoyed to learn she has any power over me."

"Would it be wrong if she listened to how important she is to you?"

"Y/N and I are… complicated. We actually never say nice things to each other. I don't even know why Rebekah told you about her."

"Your sister said you loved her. You still do. Even after a year without receiving a single call, text, or email from her. I also saw her portraits in your art room. And pencil sketches. Maybe even some sculptures…"

"I see what you're saying, but it's not my fault she's… unimaginably, incredibly beautiful. I'm just admiring her charm. As an artist, it's my duty to try to capture the depths of her eyes. Or her sweet smile when she is laughing at stupid little things she admires. That's true. I have many pictures of her, because despite my tireless efforts, I have not succeeded in presenting her beauty in a proper way. There are no paints that match the color of her eyes and hair, not even talking about her probably soft, delicate skin. No canvas big enough for her portrait will ever make me forget her or stop imagining her every time I close my eyes. She is always in my darkest nightmares or in my sweetest dreams. Every single day, she steals my thoughts, so that sometimes I find myself thinking that she is here, chasing me around my own city to make me want her more than I already do. I'm disgusted at how easily I succumbed to the magic of her charm. And the worst part is that she didn't even have to use her power to make me enchanted with herself. It looks like she has to mess with me even when she isn't around."

"I think it's enough." she said, pausing. I stared at the recorder for a good few minutes, analyzing what I had just heard. "I'll leave you with that for a while and see if Steve has already sent you crates of alcohol. Take your time."

I took a sip of my tequila. It's impossible for him to have feelings for me, right? He has a child, a city to rule, and I… I'm only 20. I don't have so much on my mind, and I wouldn't find myself in a life like his. It's something else to spend here a month than… half of my life. And even if I wanted to be with him (assuming we really love each other), I would have to become a vampire.

As if my life wasn't already complicated enough without knowing the hybrid's supposed feelings for me.

At least it can't get any worse.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Fuck. I take that back.

"Tom." I said after I turned to the place where his voice had come from. My worst fears came true.

"It's you."

"Yeah. It's me." I replied, not sharing his delight and amazement. Meeting my ex was the last thing I wanted to do after hearing Camille's recording. As if I didn't have a mess in my head anyway.

"It's good to see you."

"You don't have to lie." I replied, turning back to the bar. Not trusting his words even a little bit.

"I'm not. To be honest I… I missed you."

"What?" I asked, eyeing him properly for almost two years.

He has changed. His dark hair, which was always combed and slicked back, was tousled in all directions, adding charm and feistiness to him. He had a slight stubble on his face, and judging by the obvious fatigue on his face, life had not been kind to him either.

"Can we go somewhere private and... you know, talk?" he asked tentatively, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry, but you're like, two bloody years late. We have nothing to talk about." I got up, intending to leave the bar as soon as it was possible, so I could free myself from him. What happened in the past should remain in the past. There was no point in re-entering the same river.

"Y/N! Wait a second, please! I know I screwed up then, but please, let me at least tell you why I had to do what I've done."

"The thing is... I don't care about it, Thomas. You abandoned me in the darkest, most difficult period of my life, when I desperately needed someone to care for me, without so much as a blink of your eye. You didn't have to explain this then, so I don't want to listen to it right now."

"I did it for your safety!"

"My safety?! Please spare me that pathetic excuse. You had two years to come up with something really good, and you went with: "I did it for your safety."

"Two years ago I turned to vampire, Y/N. Ripper to be precise."

"What? But who turned you? Damon?" I asked in shock, not believing that my sweet, darling Thomas could ever turn into one of them.

"I had an accident that was quite dangerous. I was on the edge of life, so they gave me vampire blood in the hospital to help me heal, but… it didn't go right. I woke up hours ago with that uncontrollable hunger. I could only think about human blood. I was too scared to get close to you or anyone else. Damon helped me get out of town, he sent me here so I could learn how to control myself."

"He didn't tell me anything. Not even a little word. And he had known all along when he saw me crying on his brother's shoulder." if I was angry at Damon before, I am mad as hell at him now. This son of a bitch didn't deserve any help from me.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I tought it'd be easier for you to forget about me if I... broke your heart."

"Do not flatter yourself. It takes so much more to break it. You weren't even close enough."

"I should know. You've always been the strongest person I've ever met."

"Don't act like you still care about me." I growled, moving backward with each step he took towards me, until I hit the wall behind me.

"Y/N. I have no idea what you've been through these two years, but all I know is that when I was gone, all I could find myself thinking about—all I could remind myself of my old life—was you and our time together. I've never stopped loving you, Y/N. I don't think I could ever do. But I had to leave. Otherwise, I could hurt you. Only here could I learn to control myself and my primal hunger for blood. The mere fact that somehow, from all places in the world, you found yourself here proves that we are meant for each other."

"Stop it. You can't just show up after a year and tell me all of this as if nothing happened. You left me. You break up with me by fucking SMS. Did you even know how it hurt me? You, of all people, promised me that we... we would last forever. And I believed you. I don't think I could ever trust you again."

"I know, honey. I know I fucked up, but all I can do right now is prove to you that I would never, ever leave you and hurt you like this again. Just give us one more chance."

"And what if I have someone? What if I've already found the one man who would never even consider hurting me? Who would rather tear the world apart than see me in pain?" I asked, staring hard into his eyes.

"Do you truly have that someone, honey?" he replied, rubbing a tear from my cheek with his thumb that had unknowingly flown from my eye.

"I... I..." I really would. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell him what I really want.

Before I could answer him, the dark-haired man came closer to me and connected our lips in a tender, longing kiss. I shivered as, for no reason, I felt watched.

What was truly terrifying to me was that I didn't feel anything but guilty. But I shouldn't be... right? I was a free, single woman.

Then why did I feel like I was doing something wrong? Why didn't I have any butterflies around my first love? Why all I could think about was how much better Klaus' lips would be on mine?

"Please, don't give up on us." he said, resting his brow on mine.

"Tommy I... I..." Why didn't I feel anything?

"Y/N? Are you okay?" I was almost glad to hear Camille's confused, worried voice. She must have noticed my red eyes from crying and possibly my makeup smudged by tears.

"Yes. Thomas was leaving, right?"

"Here. If you changed your mind." he slipped a piece of paper into my hand and kissed my forehead before obediently leaving the bar.

"Who was that guy? Does he hurt you? Should I call…"

"No! There's no need. Tom would never hurt me. Not deliberately." I cut her off before she could say HIS name. I didn't need another dose of confusion in my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I will come home. I think that's enough excitement for one day."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow. Just to check if everything is fine."

"There's no need." I responded, unaccustomed to the other's concern about me.

"You know I'm a good friend too. Not just a pseudo-therapist for a bloodthirsty millennial vampire." I smiled involuntarily, feeling some of my overwhelming emotion disappear after her little joke.

"I'll remember that for next time."

"Bye Y/N! It was nice to finally meet you." I waved to her as I crossed the exit from the bar.

As I turned to head towards the mansion, I noticed someone hiding in the darkness and staring at the bar's window. Someone who was as broken as I never imagined he could be. 

Shit. He saw us. But why did I care?

And then, when our eyes met, I knew that my decision about me and Thomas would be much harder than I had previously thought. And it was at this point in our game that Klaus and I had to finally define who we had to be to each other. It would be the hardest choice of my life.

A terrible (but true) thought crossed my mind.

I'm a freaking Elena Gilbert.

~•♤♤♤•~

Hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you for every heart and follow; I really appreciate it. <3 For anyone who is interested, this "story" will have like 5 or 6 parts in total.

[elijahstwink]

katherine x elijah. please, we need more kalijah fics. they've been physical in canon and i think they were 💯

Till the Sun Rises

A sweet smut shot between Elijah and Katerina based off Elijah’s flashback in TVD.

Thank you for the great request anon!

I’m totally obsessed with any Nina Dobrev x Daniel Gillies character ships so this was so fun to write.

A few notes:

Katerina is aware of vampires at this point.

Also Elijah has TVD season 2 hair cause the long hair wasn’t it.

This is a historical smut so I’ve tried my hardest to not use any terminology that wasn’t around yet.

Content Warnings: smut, dom! Elijah, human! Katerina, slight anal play (f! receiving) , squirting, praise, small bit of spanking, historically inaccurate language, fingering, handjob, oral sex (f! receiving, m! receiving), slight sub drop, aftercare, Elijah breaks his word.

England 1492

“I won’t!”

“You have to chase me!” Katerina laughs, holding her green dress up slightly as she runs through the gardens, her long curly hair blowing in the autumn breeze. She stops at a small stone bench, overlooking the beautiful rose bushes and the setting sun.

“You’re meant to catch me!” She giggles, finding it easier to catch her breath as she is not required to wear a corset under her casual attire.

“Well if I catch you the game will be over.” Elijah says, walking towards her, his maroon shirt matching the colour of the many leaves littering the ground, leaving naked trees in their wake.

Katerina looks at him, a breathy chuckle leaving her lips.

“Thank you for entertaining me, m’lord.” She says sweetly.

“Oh, you looked lonely inside, so I took pity on you.” Elijah teases, smirking at her and earning himself an incredulous look.

“Klaus promised to spend the day with me” Katerina explains, taking a seat on the bench. “But he never returned home from the night.”

“That’s because Niklaus does not live by any rules but his own.” Elijah looks down at the girl, admiring the way the hues of the fading sun brush against her olive skin.

From the moment Elijah first met Katerina, he was transfixed by her. He expected this, as she looks identical to his first love Tatia. However, he never imagined he’d fall for anything more then her physical appearance. But he can’t deny the quirk of his lips when he hears her laugh, or the way he finds himself wondering what it would be like to court her, make her his.

“He is a very charming man. Hard for any woman to resist I suppose…” Elijah blinks as he returns to the present, looking at Katerina with a slightly longing expression.

“And yet?” Katerina doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her lips.

“And yet..” she hesitates. She was completely smitten with Elijah when they first met. So much so that she was no longer interested in meeting Klaus, and was slightly disappointed when he sent Elijah away.

Katerina knows it is wrong, she is going to be courted by Elijah’s brother, but she has lost so much already. So she decides that she would follow her heart.

Katerina stood up, rounding the bench slowly and standing in front of Elijah’s tall frame, his onyx eyes gazing down at her with an unreadable look.

“And yet, my eyes are set on another.” Katerina murmurs shyly, her face flushing the colour of the roses behind her. She tears her gaze from Elijah’s shocked face, suddenly very interested in the grass at her feet.

Elijah composes himself before placing a soft hand upon Katerina’s cheek, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

A shiver runs down Katerina’s spine at the contact of Elijah’s cool hand against her burning skin. She gasps as she realises how close they are, their chests touching.

“Is that so?” Elijah’s thumb drags across her pouty bottom lip. “And who might this lucky man be? Hm?” He tilts his head, a boyish grin adorning his face.

Katerina flushes even more as she feebly attempts to avert her gaze from his captivating eyes.

Elijah tsk’s softly, holding her firmly in place with a hand on her waist, and the other resting on her cheek still, his fingers gripping her jaw. “It is too late now to be shy, answer my question pretty girl.”

“You, m’lord.” She whispers, her mouth stays parted slightly.

“Call me Elijah, darling.” He says, leaning in slightly, having to bend his head down to accommodate their height difference.

“Elijah.” Katerina repeats, her eyes fluttering shut, so close now that she can feel his warm breath upon her lips.

Elijah takes a split second to admire Katerina, with her pinkish lips parted, her head tilted and her eyes shut. When he cannot physically hold back any longer, he drops his mouth down onto hers, swallowing the whine she releases.

The kiss starts sweetly, Katerina lifting a hand to place on Elijah’s chest. Elijah moves the hand on her waist down to rest on her lower back. He uses the slight moan Katerina releases to slip his tongue inside her mouth.

Elijah pulls back after a minute, breathing heavily with his forehead pressed against hers.

“Allow me to court you instead.” He commands rather than asks, gazing at Katerina with a look that made her knees weak.

“What will Niklaus say, what if he hurts-“

Katerina is interrupted by the addicting taste of Elijah’s lips once again, all her prior worries seeming to melt away.

“Do not worry about my brother, I will speak with him.” Elijah speaks against her lips. “It is getting dark.” He trails off slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before moving the hand on her back lower. “Lay with me tonight?”

A sudden burst of confidence flows through Katerina’s skin. Perhaps due to the pleading look in Elijah’s eyes, showing that he wants her as much as she wants him. She raises her free hand to his jaw, the stubble prickly against her palm.

“I shall, if you promise to keep me up till the sun rises once more.” She says teasingly, leaning up to place a soft kiss on Elijah’s neck.

She feels him swallow, the rumble of an inaudible groan vibrating against her lips. Elijah pulls Katerina from his neck, holding her face in both his large hands. He looks at her with lust flowing through his eyes, along with a glint of adoration.

“You have my word.” He smirks, pulling back and grabbing her hand in his own before leading her back into the house.

“Come here my love.” Elijah demands, crooking a single ringed finger in a come hither motion.

Katerina obeys, walking across the wood floor of Elijah’s bedroom and towards the man standing patiently at the end of the bed.

Elijah gently turns her away from him, before untying the back of her dress. Katerina steps out of the fabric as it hits the floor. She takes it upon herself to remove her undergarments, leaving her bare.

Katerina turns around, giggling as Elijah shamelessly stares at her chest, her nipples hardening from exposure to the warm air.

Katerina squeals as Elijah suddenly picks her up, tossing her on his bed. He begins to undress, running a hand through his hair as he steps out of his trousers.

Katerina sits up, shuffling forward till her legs dangle over the foot of the bed, looking up at Elijah. She kisses along his happy trail, before grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down. Elijah hisses as the cool air hits his length. Katerina wraps her hand around his impressive girth, bringing her mouth toward to lap at the bead of arousal leaking from his tip.

“Katerina,” Elijah moans softly as she looks up at him with innocent doe eyes. “Open.” He says, hooking two fingers between her lips and forcing her mouth open.

“Good girl.” He praises, not missing the moan that Katerina releases at his words. “Do you enjoy being called that?” Elijah smiles at her enthusiastic nodding, stroking her hair before guiding her head towards him. He removes his fingers from her mouth, replacing them with his erection.

Katerina eagerly sucks, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue around his tip. Using one hand to stroke the part that won’t fit in her mouth. Elijah keeps a strong grip on her hair, groaning at the innocent look Katerina is giving him. He pulls her off by her hair when he notices her rubbing her thighs together, in a feeble attempt to gain friction.

“Elijah, please,” Katerina begs, lying flat on the bed with a hand hovering dangerously close to her core. Elijah slaps her hand away, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Katerina squeals as Elijah yanks her towards him by her hips, before licking a long stripe up her cunt.

“Good lord, Elijah.” Katerina moans, pulling at Elijah’s hair with both her trembling hands. “No one’s ever-“ she cuts herself off with a loud moan as one of Elijah’s thick fingers stretch her open. He looks up at her, adding a second finger. Elijah crooks his fingers, hitting a spot inside her that she wasn’t aware existed.

“Are you implying,” Elijah kisses her sensitive bundle of nerves, “that no man has tasted you before? Niklaus?” He asks, still fingering her softly.

“Me and Niklaus did not lay together. I’ve only been with one man from Bulgaria,” Katerina gasps, “we never did anything like this, I did not know it could feel like this.” She manages to get the words out between moans, as Elijah kisses up her body, his fingers still working at her core. He lingers on her neck, sucking and nipping at her soft skin. Katerina can feel his fangs graze against her, but he never pierces the skin.

“You have never reached the peak of your pleasure before?” Elijah asks, his veins retracting from around his eyes as he pulls away from Katerina’s neck and meets her gaze.

“I did not think women were able to.” Katerina replies. Elijah smirks before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Let me show you.” He says seductively, making his way back down to her core.

Elijah speeds up his fingers, sucking hard on her bundle of nerves.

Katerina feels the pleasure build in her lower tummy, she begins to grind against Elijah’s face, using her grip on his hair to pull him impossibly closer.

Elijah places his free hand on Katerina’s lower stomach, pressing down to hold her hips in place. The pressure of his hand adds to the growing pleasure. She thrashes around on the bed, the way her body’s movement is restricted by Elijah’s strength makes her even more wet.

Elijah suddenly removes his hand from her stomach and his mouth from her soaking core, using the heel of his palm to rub her pearl along to the movement of his fingers.

He moves back up her body, Katerina’s legs wrapping around his waist. Elijah supports his weight with a hand next to her head, before leaning into a filthy open mouthed kiss.

Katerina can barely kiss back, drowning in a sea of pleasure, her only thoughts being on the man above her and the way he is making her feel things she never knew possible. Elijah pulls back, smirking as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, gripping at the arm moving between them with both her hands, overwhelmed by the pleasure it is giving her. Regardless of her clawing and scratching at his bicep, his hand does not falter.

“Eli- Oh gods!” Katerina whimpers, her eyes clenching shut as Elijah’s hand reaches an inhuman speed, his two curled fingers constantly hitting that spot inside her and his palm rubbing across her sensitive nub, her wetness allowing an easy glide. She wraps her hands around Elijah’s neck, her torso curling upwards slightly as she hangs onto him for dear life.

Katerina almost gets a fright when Elijah speaks, his voice deep and strained, “Open your eyes, my love.”. Katerina does as she’s told, peering down between them to see Elijah’s hand moving against her core that is getting increasingly wetter.

“Katerina, Look at me,” Katerina meets his lustful gaze, the eye contact overwhelming.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, his tone dripping dominance.

Katerina almost screams, his words giving her that last push and breaking the dam that had been building inside her. The feeling was euphoric, the pleasure reaching every inch of her being. She gasped as a burst of fluid rushed from her core, so intense that Elijah’s fingers are pushed out. She squeals as he instantly plunges them back inside her, prolonging her release as she buries her face in his neck.

Elijah’s fingers slow to a halt. He removes them before sitting up on his knees, pulling Katerina up with him and into a straddling position. He wraps his arms around her, one resting on her hip while the other cradles the back of her head. Her face remains buried in the space below his jaw, her shuddering breaths warming his skin.

Elijah releases an endearing chuckle as Katerina releases another moan, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms as the last of her climax washes over her.

“You did so well, darling.” Elijah coos softly. The only acknowledgment he receives is a kiss to his neck. He smiles, tightening his hold on her and massaging her scalp.

“Is it always that way?” Katerina mumbles into his skin a few minutes later. “With the- the liquid?” She elaborates

“Not always, no. All women are different.” Elijah explains, deciding he wouldn’t tell her that he knows her body quite well already, seeing as her doppelgänger Tatia, was his first lover.

Elijah gasps as Katerina reaches an arm between them, the other still wrapped around his neck. Grasping at his length, her small hand is unable to wrap fully around his girth. Elijah releases his arms from her body, placing them on the bed behind him for support. She swipes her thumb over his tip, spreading his arousal down his shaft. Elijah’s eyes shut as he groans. He tips his head back, giving Katerina more access to his neck. She sucks and nibbles at his skin, creating red bruises that fade away almost instantly.

“Katerina,” Elijah moans, “I am not going to last much longer.”

Katerina pulls her hand away and removes her face from his neck, causing Elijah to look down at her in confusion. When Katerina is positive he is watching, she lifts her hips slightly, running her fingers through the aftermath of her release. When her hand is thoroughly coated, she spreads her fluids along his shaft, creating a much smoother glide.

Katerina giggles as she looks back up to Elijah, her hand speeding up. His mouth is hanging open with an expression of pure desire.

“Oh my, you are perfect.” He swallows, bringing a hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

“My beautiful girl.” Elijah pulls her into a heated kiss, winning dominance as he sucks lazily on her tongue.

Elijah breaks their kiss, looking down at Katerina’s hand, working quickly over his length. He moans loudly, both of them watching as white spurts burst from him, coating their stomachs.

Katerina removes her hand, leaving Elijah’s still erect member twitching in her wake. Elijah swipes two fingers through his release on their bodies.

“Open.” Elijah commands, pushing his white coated fingers past her lips. “Good girl.” He praises as she sucks, swirling her tongue between his digits.

Elijah removes his fingers, guiding Katerina to kneel at the centre of the bed. He pushes her chest flat into the mattress, her back arched and her face resting on its side.

“Mmh, still so wet.” Elijah kneels behind her, swiping his fingers through her folds. “Do you want all of me?” He teases, grabbing her wrists and holding them behind her back with one hand.

“Please, Elijah. Make me yours.” Katerina begs, her words slightly muffled from her face being half buried in the silk sheets.

Katerina moans as Elijah taps his erection against her bundle of nerves, still sensitive from the thorough treatment he had already given her pink and swollen cunt.

Elijah sighs as he slowly enters her tight heat. He holds Katerina’s wrists tightly, as she squirms and whines in pleasure.

“Elijah, Elijah, Elijah.” She repeats his name like a prayer, her core clenching around his length.

“Yes, my love?” Elijah smirks, giving her arse cheek a playful smack with his free hand. “Does it feel good?”

“S’good, so good.” Katerina slurs, trying to move her hips. This earns her another, slightly harder slap.

“You will take what I choose to give you, Katerina. No more and no less, do you understand?” Elijah demands, still not moving inside her.

“Yes, m’lord.” Katerina mumbles, her shoulders aching slightly from her arms being held behind her back.

Elijah smooths his hand over the red mark left of her skin, before moving his hand up to hold her hip. A squeal escapes Katerina’s mouth as Elijah suddenly thrusts deeply.

“So sensitive,” Elijah chuckles, thrusting his hips at a rough albeit slow pace. “Such a sweet little cunt, made just for me.”

Katerina releases little uh’s at every push of Elijah’s hips, his impressive size allowing him to reach every spot inside her.

“More, Elijah.” Katerina moans, arching her back even more, presenting him with her most intimate parts.

“Where have your manners gone, young lady?” Elijah scolds. Katerina is about to apologise, beg the man to indulge her when she hears Elijah spit, a glob of saliva landing at the base of her spine, sliding down in between her arse cheeks. He rubs at her virgin pucker with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh!” She gasps at the unfamiliar feeling. “Please Elijah, please give me more.” She begs, squirming on his length as it speeds up slightly. Elijah yanks at Katerina’s wrists, pulling her back onto him as he thrusts forwards, his thumb still playing with her rear hole.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” Elijah asks, pressing against her pucker while he pounds her cunt.

“N-no.” Katerina whimpers, tears of pleasure stream down her face. It’s all becoming too much, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and the lack of Elijah’s warmth is causing her mind to drift away slightly.

“‘Lijah.” She sobs, Too far gone to communicate her need for comfort.

Elijah however, being the kind hearted man he is, instantly notices her slipping. He releases Katerina’s wrists and removes his thumb from her arse, flipping her onto her back while slowing his thrusts slightly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Elijah shushes her, leaning down until their chests touch. He holds Katerina to his chest with an arm behind her back, hand tangling in her soft hair. He cradles her cheek in his other palm, feeling the dampness of her tears. Katerina wraps her arms around his neck as a worried expression floods Elijah’s face. He stills inside of her.

“Good tears.” She mumbles, running a hand through the part in his hair. Katerina could tell Elijah was worried she wasn’t enjoying this, which couldn’t be more wrong.

“Are you certain? Am I being too rough? Too mean?” He questions, suddenly aware that she hasn’t had a good sexual experience yet, and he might have ruined this one for her.

“No, no. I swear Elijah, I just needed to touch you.” She reassures him, her fingertips carding through the strands of his brunette hair.

“I really like the way you talk to me.” She admits shyly, her cheek heating up underneath his palm.

“Is that so?” Elijah smiles, his thrusting starting up once again.

“I like the way you tell me what to do,” Katerina mumbles, both her arms wrapping around his neck again. “I enjoy being your good girl.” She looks away from him, embarrassment mixing with the pleasure already flowing through her.

Elijah speeds up his thrusts, the new angle allowing him to hit her sweet spot perfectly, her bundle of nerves brushing against his lower stomach.

“You are my good girl, letting me pound this pretty cunt, taking me so well.” He coos, bending his head to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

Katerina feels the now familiar knot in her stomach tightening, every thrust of Elijah’s thick shaft pulling it tighter and tighter. She pulls away from his lips, releasing a wail of pleasure.

“E-Elijah, I’m almost there again.” She stutters out between moans. Elijah sits up, Katerina’s hands unwrapping from his neck and instead gripping the headboard behind her. Elijah places her legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around them. Katerina screams out when he begins to thrust at vampire speed, groaning heavily as his own release nears.

“Let go Katerina. Let go all over me.” Elijah moans, his balls tightening as they slap against Katerina’s arse. He allows her legs to fall from his shoulders before he drops down, wrapping his arms tightly around her and cradling her small frame to his chest.

Elijah climaxes first, burying his head into the pillow behind Katerina. His seed spurts deep inside her clenching cunt. The feeling of his twitching member filling her with warmth pushes Katerina over the edge, another gush of liquid flowing from her core as she screams out, biting harshly into Elijah’s shoulder.

Elijah thrusts slowly through their releases before flipping them over, staying inside her as she continues to shake and moan in his arms.

Katerina buries her face in his neck, unable to stop the pulsating of her walls around Elijah.

“I will never return to Niklaus.” She mumbles randomly into his skin. Elijah barks out a laugh, causing her to giggle tiredly.

“Are you tired, sweet thing?” Elijah asks, as she yawns against him. Katerina grabs his jaw with a shaky hand, turning his head to meet her lips in a lazy kiss.

“I only need a small nap.” She explains, turning his laughing head away again before cuddling into the scruff of his neck. “Besides, Elijah, I believe you gave you me your word.”

He grins, before looking out the large window across the room. The stars that litter the night sky are the only sources of light.

“You are correct,” Elijah smirks, running a hand along her back. “And I certainly cannot yet see the sun.”

Elijah doesn’t get a response, Katerina already dead weight in his arms. Her heavy breathing indicating her state of slumber.

Elijah allows himself to rest his eyes for a moment. However it isn’t long until they are both deep in sleep, dreaming of each other.

In all fairness, Elijah can’t be expected to always keep his word.

Thanks for reading :)

-Dex

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( fic ) i’ll do anything for a taste of you

i’ll do anything for a taste of you

the vampire diaries | elijah/katherine explicit, 5.1k Katherine begs Elijah to turn her back into a vampire while having sex.

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together…

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you can’t help it.

When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. It’s too quiet, and you can’t see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackles with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffles Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you, I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You start to laugh too.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to your assailant…

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every which way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.

“There’s only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.

Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

[pinkhysteria]

the last unicorn, peter s. beagle

[fandoms--fluff]

Hellooooo sorry to bother you but do you think can right one of Katherine Pirces were she has a baby girl y/n and she’s like 4 months old and the salvatores brothers finds out about her they use her to take Katherine dawn but they don’t now that she ask the originals but specifically Elijah help to save ther daughter

Mama's Girl

Baby daughter reader x mom Katherine Pierce

Warnings: kidnapping,

A/n: I made a few tweaks in it, by making Elijah the father, but I hope you like it!

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Katherine picks you up from your playpen which has two fluffy blankets and some stuffed animals. "You hungry baby girl?" Katherine smiles as you babble while nuzzling your head into her chest. "I'll take that as a yes" She kisses the top of your head before sitting down on the black leather couch beside the playpen.

She holds you with one arm and as the her other hand pulls a part of her black shirt down, releasing one of her breasts. She coaxes your head toward her full breast until you easily latch on. As you drink your mama's milk, she holds you protectively in her arms.

She doesn't know how the hell she had gotten pregnant, considering she's been dead a very long time. And it wasn't just her child, you, actually was growing inside her, but her body also changed for how it would when any other woman would be pregnant. ex. she produces breast milk. She's still confused but doesn't ask why anymore, just grateful that you're her baby.

The only two people who know about you are; Elijah and Kol Mikaelson. Kol saw Katherine walking around a park a couple towns over, obviously pregnant. He then later that day asked his big brother how he had managed to knock up Katherine, assuming that Elijah and she had hooked up. And he wasn't entirely wrong, Kol just doesn't need to know that. Elijah went over to her house and confronted her, they had a long conversation, deciding it was best to keep you a secret.

Or so she thought, not taking into account the two Salvatore brothers are staked out, across the road.

"How did Katherine get a baby? and she's caring? what the hell" Stefan says, turning over to his older brother.

"Well, baby bro, when two adults think it's time, they decide to start having se-" Stefan cut him off, "I didn't mean like that!" Stefan groaned.

"Whatever, this is our chance to have something to finally take the vampire bitch slut, down," Damon says, getting out of the car. Stefan sighs before following Damon down the road.

Damon explains the plan he made to Stefan, which they put into action.

Katherine looks up, something seems off. Before she can get a second thought, the front door is knocked off it's hinges and vervain grenades are thrown in. Getting into a coughing fit from the toxic herb, she sees a figure of someone coming over to her with a mask.

As soon as he gets close to her, Damon snatches you out of Katherine's arms and speeds out of the house. Katherine quickly stands up, adjusting her top back, but before she can go after him in a weakened state, someone grabs her from behind. The second person, Stefan, wraps his left arm around her neck until she can no longer breathe in air, passing out quickly from the vervain still in the air.

Stefan lets her drop back onto the couch and walks back outside, peeling the mask off his face. "Now what?" He asks Damon, watching as he tries to make you stop crying. His attempts are proven useless, making you cry louder about being taken away from your mama.

"Oh come on, can't you be quiet, you're going to make a scene with how loud you are" Damon whisper yells at you.

Being a baby and not understanding anything he's obviously saying, you just scream louder.

The brothers quickly get into Damon's car with you, Stefan having to hold you, insisting to Damon it's not a good idea to just throw you in the backseat and hope for the best. He drives off before Katherine has a chance to reawaken.

Coughing, Katherine slowly opens her eyes. The light shining through the windows tells her it's still daytime. Recollecting her memories of what had happened while she stands up makes her freeze. She quickly vamped around the entire house, not finding her baby, you, anywhere.

Damon and Stefan, the two names that come to her mind. They took you. All she can do is pace back and forth, a look of murder in her eyes. But she has to play this smart, if she just goes crashing in there alone, she's more than sure that there'll be everyone there. They'll obviously be expecting that.

She goes to the coffee table where her phone still lays from earlier and dials a number.

"Katerina, how are you doing?" Elijah's smooth voice emits from the phone as he picks up.

"Not well, considering the Salvatores found out about y/n, came crashing in, took her, and now are probably thinking of ways to take advantage of our daughter against me" Katherine exclaims, having no time for small talk.

Elijah's eyes widen and he reassures her everything is going to be okay and to meet her in the woods by the boarding house. Katherine follows his instructions clearly and immediately leaves the house.

Katherine gets to the woods in record time, she looks around before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She quickly turns around, ready for a fight. Though it's just Elijah.

"My apologies," Elijah says.

He starts explaining his plan of what they're to do. Katherine follows every bit and nods before heading to the back of the house, out of sight from anyone inside.

While she hides out back, Elijah goes to the front door. He knocks a few times before Damon opens the door. He gives a suspicious look towards the original.

"I believe this is the part where you invite me in," Elijah says.

He pauses for a second before stepping to the side, letting the older vampire inside.

As Elijah walks down the stairs into the library, he lays his eyes on you. You're currently being held by Caroline. She's been trying to cheer you up and to stop your crying but nothing has worked. You're not wailing anymore but there are still tears running down your tiny cheeks every now and then.

He puts on a facade, acting surprised at the sight of the baby. Caroline and everyone else notice this. Caroline walks over to the other side of the room and places you into an old wooden crib they had found in the attic.

"What's the occasion of your visit?" Damon all but growls, not happy about an original vampire being in his home.

"Just the fact that you have apparently acquired a baby in a short amount of time. I'm only curious" he says, trying to ignore your looks for him. You see the man in the suit is recognizable as your dada. He comes over a lot and holds you and cares for you, and makes your mama smile.

You hold your arms up in a grabby motion. Everyone hasn't noticed. They're all focused on Elijah as there was no way that he just happened to know two hours after they had taken you. Someone must have been watching them.

Damon and Stefan are standing in front of Elijah, whose back is facing you, the rest of the gang all stood behind the brothers.

Katherine watches from behind the door, knowing what to do next. She opens the door and makes her way inside, causing the gang's attention to go to her.

"That was stupid of you" She sneers, her vampire face on display.

As your mama distracts everyone else, your dada quickly goes over to you. He picks you up and vamps out of the room through the same door Katherine left wide open.

"What-" Elena started saying and turned around, seeing that you and Elijah are gone.

Everyone else followed her action and before they knew it, it was only them. You, Katherine, and Elijah, are long gone.

Katherine follows Elijah to a clearing in the woods. He's cradling you against his chest, slightly swaying you as you calm.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen, I never wanted anything to happen to her," Katherine tells him, feeling an emotion she hasn't felt in a long time, guilt.

"There's nothing to apologize for. There was no way for you to know what was going to happen" Elijah says, softness in his eyes. "Come, I have the perfect place for us. It's out of town and secluded" he smiles.

As they make their way there in his car, they talk the whole time as you're sound asleep in your car seat.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

guys I'm n my vampire diaries era, like I lowkey miss the show and it just gave me memories on the first time I watched it I'm rewatching it the 2nd time but I also wanna write fics so when I have ideas I'll write, but if u guys have any request ask me 💗 also I watched a little bit of the originals but they took it off of netflix. These are the only characters I could think of and remember, but if there's another, please tell me so I could write them

[umaficwriter]

we broke all the pieces, but still want to play the game

[tlgad1989]

the original love

Kol Mikaelson x fem!Salvatore!reader

the first chapter

Series masterlist

Kol Mikaelson masterlist

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a/n: this series is a fragment series, which is basically just a ton of clips and you can fill in the holes with whatever you want. There’ll be dates or years specified so it’s not super confusing. This is my first fragment story, even though I write in fragments. It’s confusing, but you’ll see.

Warnings: part of this takes place in the 1800s, mentions of and allusions to $€x, use of ✨colorful✨ language, slavery and abuse (this goes for the whole series)

•••••

November 18, 1847, Mystic Falls, the Salvatore estate

“Hi, Maiden.” An 8-year-old Damon said, cradling his newborn sister in his arms. His little brother, Stefan, who had just turned one, was sitting by Damon’s feet, reaching for the baby. Damon looked up at his mother, who smiled kindly at him, despite having just given birth and being exhausted.

Carefully holding Maiden, Damon reached down and picked Stefan up, settling him in his lap before laying Maiden into his arms. Damon held most of Maiden’s weight up, but Stefan was amazed to see her. Maiden’s eyes fluttered and a small yawn came out of her mouth as she looked up curiously at the two older boys. After helping Stefan off the chair, Damon gave Maiden a kiss on her soft forehead before handing her back to their mother.

Giuseppe Salvatore burst in then, complaining about how Damon hadn’t finished his chores. (He’d heard his mother screaming and ran to see what was wrong, abandoning his tasks.)

Lillian sat up then, ready. “Giuseppe, he heard me and came to see what he could do to help. It’s my own fault he’s here.”

“You’re damn right tis, Lillian! Damon, go finish! NOW!” Maiden began crying as Giuseppe yelled. “And, Lillian, shut that baby up!”

“That baby is your daughter, Giuseppe.” Lillian said as calmly as she could.

“Oh, wondrous. Now I have to search high and low for someone to marry her to in seven and ten years’ time!” Lillian was helped up from the bed by her servants as Giuseppe stormed out.

---

July 7, 1856

Giuseppe had his young daughter’s hand in his, a gorgeous dress adorning her small body in shades of blues and greens. The little girl was merely 8, yet had her father wrapped around her little finger. Her older brother, Damon, was with them, and Giuseppe had ordered Damon and Maiden out to go with him to get one or two more slaves - a new shipment had just come in. He had promised Maiden she could pick them out.

Giuseppe passed Maiden over to Damon, and he lifted her into his arms. Her teenaged brother was strong enough to hold her for quite some time, but he just carried her over the puddles of mud to the building where the slaves were waiting. He set her down as they entered the building.

The slaves were separated by sections into men, women, and children. The seller greeted Giuseppe and Damon heartily and he bowed to Maiden. “Hello, there, Miss Salvatore.”

“Hello, sir.” An innocent smile rested on her face.

“Damon, walk with your sister as she picks.” Damon and Maiden walked down the row and she looked at all the dark faces trying not to look down upon her. She stopped suddenly in front of a young boy, he’s maybe 10. “Damon.”

“Yes, sister?” He tried not to sound upset with her. It was his father he was frustrated with.

“I want that one.” She pointed to the boy.

Damon noticed a woman - maybe 30s - cringe as Maiden pointed to the boy, likely his mother. “Tell Father.”

“Daddy!” Maiden yelled.

“Yes, dear?” Giuseppe turned.

“This one.”

Giuseppe nodded and turned back around to make the deal.

“Come on.” Damon helped the boy off the platform and his mother knelt to hug him one last time, whispering something the Salvatore siblings couldn’t hear.

Maiden continued down the walkway, stopping at a girl about her age. “Daddy!” She yelled again.

“Yes, dear?” The whole exchange again.

With the two kids in tow, Damon and Maiden made their way back to their father. “I did it, Daddy.” She said proudly.

“Good job, Maiden. Damon, take the two out and get them ready to leave. Then help your sister in.”

“Of course, Father.” Damon gritted his teeth before leading the three outside. Soon enough, Giuseppe finished his business deal and the Salvatores were headed home. 

Maiden instantly ran to get her other brother, who was in the trees. “Stefan!” She called.

“Yes?”

“Come see the new slaves I picked out!”

9-year-old Stefan was by her side in a moment. “Let me see.”

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July 7, 1856

“Maiden picked out two lovely new slaves today.” Father praised Maiden at dinner that night.

Lillian and Damon locked eyes, subtly having a conversation, both too afraid to speak.

"Thank you, Father." Maiden's voice breezed by, attracting the attention of the children working. Even at 8, she was breaking hearts. A certain boy who was born on the plantation was certainly in love with her, and she often sent him smiles, just because she was a kind girl.

It was common among the Salvatore servants to tease him whenever they could, and he would simply roll his eyes before going back to waiting on her hand and foot.

---

September 23, 1864

“Maiden, you are to marry the brother of Katherine on your 17th birthday.” Giuseppe said as he passed her.

“What?!” She cried.

He turned sharply and marched up to her, striking her across the face, causing her to collapse on the ground. “Do not question me. I am your father, I control you.” He sneered down at her from above as she clasped her cheek.

As soon as Giuseppe turned to leave and was out of sight, Damon was kneeling next to Maiden, still in his Confederate uniform. “Maiden, sister, what’s wrong?”

“Father- he-”

Damon sighed heavily. “Come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He helped her up and into her room.

The girl from oh-so-long ago, when Maiden was 8, was now the servant tasked with helping her. "Oh, dear, Miss Salvatore!" Grace exclaimed, hurrying over.

"She was hit by Father again."

"Oh, Maiden," She lowered her voice as she spoke her lady's name. "You must learn to be quiet!"

"Well, he was being unreasonable." Maiden sat on her bed, Damon falling onto his back dramatically next to her.

"What happened, Miss?" Grace asked while rushing to get a cold cloth for Maiden's cheek.

"He said I'm going to marry Katherine's brother!" Damon sat up at this. "I didn't even realize Katherine had a brother, let alone one my age! And then- Damon, are you okay?"

"Mae, she doesn't have a brother. She has no siblings, at least not any alive."

"So who am I supposed to marry, then?"

"I have no idea."

---

August 17, 1874, New York City

Maiden walked past a handsome man, but barely gave him a second glance, too busy holding her breath. He backed up, turning around to catch up to her, but she barely heard him - odd for a human.

“Hello, love.” He said in an English accent, catching her arm and attention.

“Sorry, I can’t talk now.” She said without breathing in.

“What are you doing?” He asked, smirking subtly.

“Just out to get a drink. No food at home.” Technically, she was not lying.

“What are you getting for food?”

“Why do you need to know? I’m just going to get a drink. Alone.”

“Ah, well, I do love a bloody drink.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“No, sir, no blood. Just some whiskey.”

“Oh, but I was teasing. Why would I ever think you would drink blood? It’s not like you’re a vam- Oh, do you smell that? The bakery a few blocks that way is pulling blueberry muffins out for tomorrow morning.”

She tilted her head. “Are you-?” Maiden’s question died in her throat.

“Am I what?”

She breathed for the first time.

He’s not human.

“Come with me.” She grabbed his wrist, yanking him into an alley.

“Hello.” He said pleasantly, as if he hadn’t just caused the biggest disturbance to her vampire life.

“Who are you? What are you?”

“If you tell me who you are, and honestly, I will answer all the questions you have.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m Maiden.”

“Are you really a maiden? And is there a last name?” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

“Yes, I’m a maiden, and no, you will not get a last name until you answer my two questions.”

“Kol Mikaelson, I’m an Original vampire. It’s why you didn’t recognize my scent. I doubt you’ve met one of my siblings to know my smell. Last name?” He still hadn’t dropped her hand.

“You’re telling me that the Original vampires, the myths my brother told me, they exist, and somehow, I just managed to meet one of you seven?”

“You’re very lucky.” He said simply. “I answered. Last name?”

Maiden could tell this was the last time he would ask politely.

“Salvatore. Maiden Salvatore is my full name.”

He smiled charmingly. “I have a feeling we’re going to get along stunningly, Miss Salvatore.”

“Are you sure we should be parted by our names? We have to blend in, you know?”

“Why can’t you just compel the humans?” Kol asked with a ‘duh’ tone.

“That’s a lot of work.”

“Are you suggesting what I believe you’re suggesting, darling?”

“I don’t know, what are you suggesting I’m suggesting?”

“I’d suggest you are a genius, Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.”

He offered her his arm and they walked out onto the street again. They headed to get drinks, and he compelled the bartender to allow her to drink in public. They simply conversed, just trying to learn more about each other.

As Maiden was the only woman there, Kol kept his arm around her, simply to keep up the appearance. Kol only looked 18, Maiden at 16, which must have been a bit odd to see.

At the end of the night, only a few men remained, about 12, and Kol distracted the bartender while she compelled the men to go into the back alley and wait for Kol and her. After she finished, she went up behind him and tugged on his arm lightly, playing the part of the quiet wife.

“Must dash. Things to do, right?” Kol asked with a smile, gesturing to Maiden. She smiled slightly, playing the helpless wife part her mother used to play.

They ducked into the alley, immediately attacking the men. Kol got to the last one before Maiden did, blood dripping down his chin as he watched her, ignoring the man dangling from his grip. “Would you like the last one, love?” He asked, smirking as she dropped the snack.

“Sure.” She reached for him.

“Ah.” Kol lifted him out of her reach. “What, are you not going to ask your husband nicely?”

“How about this instead?” She kissed him softly, and he lowered the man as she pulled away.

Maiden ate and looked back up at Kol, who wiped the blood off her chin, licking it off his finger. “They had drugs in their systems. Not as tasty.”

“Is that the aftertaste?”

“Yes, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t notice.” Standing up on her tip-toes, she kissed him again.

“KOL! There you are!” At the sound of a girl’s British voice, Mae pulled away to see a girl who looked 17 at the entrance to the alley. “Kol, who is this?” She asked carefully.

“Beks, do not tell them. And this is Maiden.”

“Hello, Maiden. I’m Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol’s sister. Pleasure.”

“Hi.” She reverted back to the shy 15-year-old who was instantly jealous of Katherine when seeing her, now instantly jealous of Rebekah’s glimmering blonde hair. Glancing down, Maiden wiped the last of the blood off her chin.

“So, you’re like us, then? Just.. not Original?”

She nodded, hair falling in front of her face.

“She was only turned a decade ago, she’s a baby.” 

“Oh, wow. By who?”

“She told me not to say. Said it was too dangerous for her.”

“Interesting.” Rebekah said before coming to stop in front of her. “You are stunning, how old were you when you turned?”

“16, nearly 17.”

“You are simply gorgeous, we need to go shopping. Blue would look lovely on you.”

“Oh, um, I really have to go, my brother is waiting for me.”

“Your actual brother?” Kol asked.

Maiden nodded. “Both my brothers were turned just before me.”

“Well, I’ll see you again sometime. Brother.”

“Beks, if you tell Nik-” He turned to Maiden. “I will find you later tonight, love, I promise. As soon as I get Beks safe and away from here.”

She nodded again.

“I’ll be there by 3, promise.”

Maiden nodded a final time and sped off into the darkness, away from the two insanely hot Original vampires.

---

August 22, 1874, New York City, 1:12 am

“Well, imagine what your brothers would do if they found out what I’ve done to the precious, innocent, youngest Salvatore.” Kol smirked, tightening his grasp on Maiden’s waist.

“They’re not going to find out.” She glared at him.

“If you insist, darling.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, traveling down to her neck again.

[hyperactivewhore]

HELLO??? Taylor Swift as a vampire?? A kalijah letter??? Literally everything, to be honest.

I honestly wonder which couple was the one meant to have "more sex". I'm pretty sure it was Klaus and Cami, as it was never confirmed if they slept together despite being heavily implied they did.

[reina-petrova]

🥀The Likes of You and Me🥀

↳Historical AU/Game Of Thrones/Vikings Inspired.

↳Katerina Petrova's idyllic life is shattered when she is given as a spoil of war to Elijah Mikaelson by his brother Niklaus after attacking her village in search of the moonstone. Under his watchful gaze and lingering touches, Katerina discovers there is more to this ritual than either brother lets on, and that she has a larger part to play than she could ever dream. ↳Relationships: Elijah x Katherine Pierce (as Katerina Petrova) centric, minor Klaus x Caroline ↳Status: In progress, 20k+ words ↳Slow burn, angst, romance, sexual tension eventual smut, smut. ↳Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, power imbalance, human sacrifice, use of adult language

↳Here is a small sample, edited for brevity.

🥀Read this fic here on AO3🥀

Niklaus turned to face her, satisfaction clear on his face. Her stomach twisted at that smile.

"Perhaps you need some time to recover your memories, my lady. I am nothing if not a patient man."

Katerina resisted the urge to scoff. His voice was low, yet she heard every word he spoke over the bustling of the soldiers around them. Some glanced at her with a kind of pity, but she couldn't understand why. Whose tent was she about to enter?

Katerina stepped into the tent none too graciously, courtesy of Niklaus. When she lifted her head to survey, she saw that the tent was identical in stature on the inside, yet there was an inherently different feeling to it. Where Niklaus’s was dark, intimidating, and sparsely furnished, this one was warm and almost inviting. Candles bathed the tent in light, and the heat from the brazier enveloped her like a summer breeze. She stared at the multitude of shelves full of books, quills, ink, and extra candles. Pillows and thick, warm furs lay across chairs and chaises. One or two baskets of fruit punctuated a table here and there, but documents were scattered across any flat surface she could see.

They were yellow and curling, some maps, some letters. There was a strange chaotic order to it all. Swords and their scabbards hung from a rack, with a few axes joining the array, glinting from the sunshine pouring through the tent opening. She saw no bed but assumed that it must've been in the connecting tent. This tent was clearly lived in. This was the tent of a lord commander.

"Brother!" Katerina’s eyes fell on a man, sitting at a desk with a candle, pouring over the parchments. "I've brought you a spoil of war."

Katerina's jaw tensed as Niklaus's jovial words echoed through the canvas walls, and she saw the man stand from the desk and walk towards the pair. Without a moment to look upon the man's face, Katerina felt Niklaus's cold and unyielding hand collide with her back as he cruelly pushed her onto the ground. Aching knees colliding against hard, packed earth again, she grunted at the impact, the palm of her hands skidding across the mud.

"I've lost a moonstone, and you've gained a whore."

The young woman started at the words being exchanged, though she did not have to lift her head to know who she was kneeling in front of. The man Niklaus called brother. Elijah Mikaelson.

"I am not-!"

Her words were quickly lost as Niklaus laughed and continued.

"She seems to not be able to recall anything of the treasure, so I leave it to you to get some sense into her while I prepare for certain… arrangements. Enjoy yourself, brother. She'll warm your bed nicely."

Katerina froze. Her bones ached where they hit the ground, and she soon found herself questioning whether it was prudent for her to get up again at all. The brothers' words were soon lost to her, her own blood rushing in her ears as she felt true fear for the second time again. If Niklaus Mikaelson was said to be the Devil incarnate, Elijah Mikaelson was hell personified. As the commander of the entire army, he was the one that sanctioned all the forces' barbaric attacks, and he supposedly did it with nothing less than a nod of his head. The brothers were a terrible curse upon the empire, and they had brought that destruction to her own lands.

"You cannot keep me here!" Neither brother turned to look at her.  

"I hope these arrangements will prove to be worthwhile." Elijah replied, his voice low and warm. Finally, after a pause, his eyes reached hers.

Raising her chin defiantly, she hardened her stare in response, and, after studying her for a moment, the man soon turned to look back at his blonde counterpart. Niklaus smiled sinisterly.

"They will be. So, I will leave you to it, brother. It seems like you've got your hands full."

Niklaus indicated his leaving with a nod, and let himself out of Elijah’s tent, exuding the same sadistic glee that she'd witnessed in the threshold of her home, and he was gone.

Katerina had dropped her gaze to her hands, noticing the dirt that had gotten caked underneath her fingernails. Silence filled the tent now that they were left alone, and she suddenly found herself without words for the first time in her life. After all, her words would simply not be heard. When she lifted her head again, she saw that Elijah had returned to his desk and promptly resumed working.

Another few seconds of silence passed, then she heard two quiet words.

"Come here."

Dropping her hands to her sides, she realized what sort of predicament she had found herself in. She was alone in a tent with Elijah Mikaelson.

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[kasagia]

hi, can you do a one-shot for klaus, where he has a crush on y/n, and they have a one-night stand, and Klaus is sad because he thinks he won't see her again, but then he gets the news that y/n n is pregnant with his daughter (reader gets pregnant, no hayley, y/n is Hope's biological mother) and klaus takes the news well, because it's someone he loves and takes the pregnancy as an opportunity to make t /n love him.

Making her love me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem! reader Word count: 7,4k (way too long, sorry not sorry) Warning(s): smut mention, panic attack (a little), swearing, and typical TVD violence. Nonsense from me: I'm so excited to post it since it's my first request/ask or whatever I should call it. I hope it's basically what you asked for, Gallus Anonymous! <3

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

The original hybrid was hopelessly in love with her since the first time he met her on his family's ball. He will always remember that day.

She looked like an angel. Well, maybe more like a devil (judging by the fact that part of her hair was arranged in two small buns imitating horns), but still, she was the most beautiful girl at the party (and maybe in the whole world).

When he saw her, dancing in her black-golden dress with one of Salvatore's brothers, he knew that this girl would be his at the end of the day. Even if he has to fight with these bloody, young vampires.

Unfortunately, Y/N didn't have the same feeling when she first saw him. As a proud member of a Mystic Falls group (who returned to the town after a school exchange), she was obligated to hate the Mikaelsons.

But she must admit to herself that the man with the British accent was incredibly hot.

Damon, noticing Klaus's sudden interest in his friend, decided to use this to his advantage and pushed Y/N into the arms of their nemesis. Klaus was delighted. Y/N disgusted.

The original hybrid stuck to her for the rest of the evening, forgetting all about Caroline. Y/N has since become Klaus Mikaelson's official distraction. And she wasn't happy about it at all.

Her friends would use the Siphon Witch whenever they needed to keep Klaus occupied or to ease his bloodlust after doing something stupid (like stealing white oak stakes right under his nose and 12 obedient hybrids. Great plan, Damon!).

Y/N would have to wisely bump into Mikaelson and spend some time with him until the Mystic Falls heroes fix the shit they made. At least the girl was much less stressed compared to her friends, and sometimes she really enjoyed the company of the hybrid.

Once, a man took her to a cafe-studio where little-known Mystic Falls artists would gather. She returned to the Salvator Brothers' estate in navy blue paint, with little constellations painted by Klaus on her face, arms, and neck. Damon barely refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, Stefan saved him from her very likely wrath, because every time someone makes jokes about Y/N's relationship with Klaus, she gets mad and loses control over her magic power. Once, Bonnie had to repair Stefan's motorcycle. The vampire learned his lesson then and tried not to annoy her again. Sometimes, though, he seriously considered letting his older brother cross the line. He wondered if Damon would cry over a damaged car.

With time passing, Klaus had only a stronger crush on her. Everyone knows that. Expect Y/N herself.

At best, she thought the hybrid regarded her as some sort of friend or a distraction between his villainous grand schemes. There could be no feelings between them. Not when she already had a very loving boyfriend whom the original hybrid found out about at a 1920s school party.

She bewitched him completely then. And he was ready to tell her the truth about his real feelings for her and try to make her his, but then he saw this other guy holding her like he wanted to hold her the first time he met her. For Klaus, this man didn't deserve her attention; that human didn't realize how valuable a treasure he was holding in his hands right now. Klaus wanted to go away and let Y/N enjoy dancing with this lesser man. He really does. But when she turned and looked at him with these beautiful, delightful eyes, he couldn't just disappear without exchanging one last word with her.

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

"You don't mind if I cut into you." Klaus' voice came from behind me, making me shiver.

"Yes. Actually, we do." My boyfriend snarled, recognizing the guy who was "hanging dangerously around me." He had no idea about the supernatural shite we were in and I had no idea how to tell him all of this (or just didn't want to).

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

"Why don't you go somewhere far away and come back in 20 minutes? You can be useful and bring the beautiful lady something to drink." my boyfriend dutifully obeyed, leaving me with a smug hybrid. "Shall we, love?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, swaying to some slow, romantic song without waiting for my response.

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"

"I don't have to prove anything, love, I'm the alpha male." he replied, offended. I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"You would've loved the 1920s, Y/N. Girls were reckless, sexy, and fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped." he turned me around, smiling slyly.

"Since they were so reckless and drunk, I suppose it was easier for you to find a lover then."

"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow." I shifted my gaze to him, shocked by the information he had thrown at me. "I'd invite you to come with me, but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer. Perhaps one day you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"How many girls fell for it? A magical tour of the world with an all-powerful original who plays with them like toys?"

"You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life won't be enough for you." he said, completely ignoring my previous words.

"And how do you know what's enough for me?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. Do you imagine marrying that stupid man with whom you were dancing later? Giving him children, living too short to make your real dreams come true?" I wanted to look away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to confront him and all my fears at the same time. "You want love, trust, passion, excitement, and even a little power, and unlike this fool, I can give you all of this and more. Just say a word."

"But for what price?" I asked, taking a big breath.

I realized we were much closer than was appropriate for a dance, but neither of us cared. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my mouth. I licked my chapped lips unconsciously, stuck in some incomprehensible anticipation. Only for what?

"Kaus. Y/N. I finally found you two. We have a problem. Klaus' mother is back." Stefan interrupted the moment between us.

I swear I could hear a little swear from the hybrid before he took my hand and led me towards Stefan, who was hurrying away.

After that, T/N didn't get a chance to meet Klaus again. Since they were on opposite camps in finding the cure, Y/N tried to avoid the hybrid at all costs. He just wanted to use her. Seduce her with his sweet words to make her do everything he wanted. She had no other explanation.

Klaus, on the other hand, tried to get her out of his head in every way he knew how. He couldn't keep up with adding new canvases for the portraits of his one-sided crush. His siblings were starting to worry about him.

Especially after he found out her boyfriend was going to propose to her. (Damon has never been prouder of being a gossip boy.) This overflowed the hybrid's cup of bitterness.

Kol and Elijah walked around their brother like they were on eggshells. Rebekah, on the other hand, has no such pity. It was her occasion to tease Klaus, like he was doing whenever she fell in love (at least Rebekah didn't want to kill Y/N like SOMEONE).

But nevertheless, she was the one to tell Klaus that Y/N rejected her boyfriend's proposal. The original never loved his sister more. He was happy that Y/N was now single, and he even thought that in the near future he may have a little chance with her since there were no other competitors for her heart.

But even in his wildest dreams, Klaus would not have dared to think that Y/N would knock on his door that same day and greedily bite into his lips as soon as he opened it. And not that she'd start ripping his clothes off and pushing him into his bedroom (which surprised him, given that she knew how to get there without his directions).

He never would have thought that one night would change his life forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed as the first rays of sunlight somehow hit my eye. I always kept the windows closed. How come I didn't do it this time? Reluctantly, I opened one eyes to look at my treacherous bedroom window, only to found out that I wasn't in my room.

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

As soon as I looked at the calm, sleeping, and clearly satisfied (judging by his disheveled hair) Klaus, memories of last night started flooding back to me.

Panicked, I looked around the room for my clothes, trying to ignore the sight of overturned furniture, a broken mirror, and even a dent in the wall. Unsuccessfully. My face has never been so close to the color of my blood.

Once I'd traced my things, I carefully got out of bed and dressed as quietly as I could, closing the vampire's bedroom door behind me. Now all I had to do was get out of the house full of originals unnoticed. Simple, right?

"Y/N, darling! What a pleasure to see you this morning. How do you feel?" Klaus' little brother jumped out of nowhere and threw one arm around my shoulders, making me come inside the house again.

"Hello Kol. Bye Kol." I tried to dodge him, but he sped up to stand in front of me.

"Wait a minute half-witch. You're going to leave my brother like this? After your… noisy night? He'll be devastated. Was he not up to the task? I could teach him a bit if that's a problem for you. You have my word that within a week you won't be able to stop…"

"Kol! For the bloody hell, stop this awkward conversation. I'm sorry for him, usually we keep him in a coffin." Rebekah cut him off and stood next to him, glaring at him furiously.

"Um… no problem, I guess. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now."

With even redder cheeks, I ran out of the mansion and, at the speed of light, got into my car, driving far away from this town. I needed rest, and I knew only one person who would be willing to take me under their roof without any questions.

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? Won't you die here suddenly? Do you want my blood?" Katherine flooded me with questions as I returned to our table.

It's been 2 months since my "great escape," as Damon liked to call it, from Mystic Falls. At that time, I was traveling with Katherine around the United States, doing what I wanted to do most: seeing the world (starting with small things like staying in all states). After the brunette gave the cure to Elijah (while experiencing her epic love story with him, which ended with her heartbreak over Elena's meddling and Elijah's doubts), she decided to accompany me on my quest.

I had to arrange everything in my head. What I wanted out of life, who I wanted to be, and so on.

That was the main purpose of this trip.

In fact, I helped Katherine heal her broken heart and tried to avoid the topic of Klaus Mikaelson like the plague. With small or big successes depending on the day.

Sometimes Damon, Stefan, or Bonnie would mention how snappy he'd become after my sudden departure or that he was asking them about my whereabouts. The worst was his drunken voicemails he left. They ended after the first month, but they were the biggest test of my perseverance. I had to piece my twisted life together before adding my love problems with the world's (nearly) oldest living vampire to the puzzle.

At least that was the plan until those New Orleans bitches got me.

As soon as we left the bar, some girls accosted us and knocked us out with magic. I woke up in some cold, dank, musty crypt with Katherine by my side. At least I wasn't alone. We both had a better chance of defeating those witches. The new thing in those two months was my sudden ability to do magic without any source of energy. It looked like my abilities were starting to screw up too.

"Are you Y/N Y/S?" one of the witches approached us, staring at me warily.

"One and only. May I know who I am having the pleasure of?"

"Sophie Deveraux."

"Sophie. Some time ago, I knew a girl with this name. She got under my skin too. She is dead now. You can guess what happened to her."

"Yeah. It's definitely her. I couldn't imagine someone more of this psycho's type." she told her friends. The women grabbed us both and led us out of the makeshift cell to drag us to the main hall of the crypt.

"Allright. Can one of us tell why you are holding us here?"

"We need you, sugar, but your friend is just an accessory, so if you want both of you to get out of this somehow, you'll keep quiet." seeing that I had no intention of objecting, the unknown woman smiled victoriously. "Good girl."

I gave her a sweet smile before breaking her neck with a flick of my wrist. There was a sudden commotion around us. Katherine suffered a brain aneurysm after one of the witches raised her hand on her. The brunette screamed once before someone else appeared in the crypt, tearing out the heart of the witch who was attacking her.

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

"I thought you wanted to talk, and both Katherine and Y/N were supposed to be unharmed." he said in his legal tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stepped between me and Kath. The woman was as pleased with the presence of the original as I was.

"She started." Sophie pointed at me. Elijah turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"You make me." I answered her with a malicious smile.

"Y/N." the man said warningly. This noble bastard won't tell me what to do.

"Elijah. Nice to see you. Maybe you can tell us why we've been locked in some fucking tomb? Is this some kind of revenge of yours, or did we get caught in the crossfire of Mikaelson's skirmishes purely by chance?"

"I would like to know that too. You wanted to be heard. Speak, before I change my mind." he turned to the witches without changing his defensive position.

I gave Katherine a brief, knowing glance. The woman reluctantly nodded at me. Great. We have personal cannon fodder if things get hotter.

"Marcel Gerard, ruler of the city, forbade the witches of my coven to use any magic. We want your help. Especially your brother's."

"Niklaus? You have to make him go to town first. And as far as I know, she's not in the mood for any outings right now."

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

"Your mother didn't teach you not to point at people?"I growled at her as she did it again. "Besides, I didn't text… You have my phone, don't you?" I asked, realizing it was their only way of contacting the hybrid. The woman tossed me my phone with a sly smirk.

"Read." I scowled but followed her instructions anyway, wondering what it was that would make him stick his nose out of Mystic Falls.

"I need you, Klaus. New Orleans. Witches cemetery. Please help me. Yeah. I can already tell you that he won't come. We're waiting here for no reason."

"And why is that?"

"This news reeks of a damsel in distress from a mile away. I would never write to him like that. I also doubt if he even cares what happens to…" I stopped when I heard someone's scream in the distance. A man mentioned earlier had burst in with blood on his hands and lips.

Well… mistakes happen.

"Great! Now that we're all here, we can start. We need your help." The woman began to explain the whole thing about Marcel and the witches. Everything was clear except for one thing.

"And where exactly is my role in this Machiavellian plan of yours?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And who said I would agree to it instead of just killing you all and taking Y/N out of here?"

"I can take myself and KATHERINE out, Klaus. I don't need your help."

"Oh, do you?" he took a few steps towards me to stand in front of me. I snorted, returning his dark gaze. There's no way I'll be afraid of him.

"That's how we get to the main topic." Sophie paused, catching our attention again. Klaus stood next to his brother, giving the witch his famous sinister look while he was waiting for her to continue. "You see, I have a special gift for knowing when a woman is pregnant."

"And how exactly is this fact important to us?"

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

I broke the sudden silence in the crypt with a very loud laugh.

"And you're insane or a very, very bad liar."

"I'm telling the truth! You're pregnant with his child." she tried desperately to convince us.

"Vampires can't procreate, ergo, I am not in any false pregnancy."

"Vampires can't. But werewolves can. And Klaus is both."

"That's ridiculous. Klaus, say something! She didn't tell the truth, did she?" I tried to find support from the speechless Klaus. By the way, I think it was the first time I saw him without words.

"Y/N, be quite for a second."

"What? Elijah, are you believing her?" the man responded with nothing, staring at me with a strange look.

Klaus walked over to me. He stopped a few steps in front of me, staring at my belly as if he was hypnotized.

"I can hear it." he whispered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

"What? But... it's impossible." I suddenly felt my heart beating much faster, as I was unable to catch my breath properly.

"It is. Like being a hybrid or a witch without her own magic. And yet we're here. And we gonna have a baby."

"No. That's a lie. I... we... I need fresh air." I avoided the brothers standing in front of me and headed the way Klaus had come from earlier. Unfortunately, one of these witches blocked my way and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere until we settle the details of our deal." right after she said that, I felt her hand being removed from me. I was pulled against someone's strong chest. The familiar smell of Klaus' perfume brought me a momentary sense of relief.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that's the last thing you gonna do before I take your miserable life away from you." Klaus growled, tightening his protective grip on me and scouring the present witches with a hostile glare.

"Calm down, both of you. Neither of you will have any use for her if she faints here. Klaus, take her outside. Elijah and I will take care of everything."

Klaus glanced at Elijah. His brother nodded, encouraging him to leave. The hybrid took my hand gently and led us out onto the streets of New Orleans. We stopped in a square. Klaus sat me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, carefully watching me take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.

When I was sure my magic wouldn't suddenly blow up the whole city, I opened my eyes tentatively to meet the vampire's concerned gaze. I swallowed, turning my eyes away from him. He was still kneeling in front of me with his hands on my lap.

"Are you better?"

"I think so." I glanced at him nervously, fiddling with the bracelets on my wrist to internally brace myself for asking the original thousand-year-old hybrid about something incredibly... stupid. "Can you... go to the one place with me?"

"Are you sure you want to go back there, love?" I shivered when I heard this familiar nickname. I missed this. Klaus misread my reaction as he shrugged off his leather jacket and covered me with it.

"Thanks. I don't want to go back there. I think, well, I need to be perfectly sure it's true that..." I stopped, unable to say the words aloud. It would have been too real then, and right now I couldn't accept even the slightest possibility.

"That we're going to be parents?"

"Yhm. Will you go with me to the gynecologist? I don't want to do this alone."

"Anything you want, love. I'll check the address." he sat next to me and started searching for the location of the nearest clinic on his phone.

As we sat together in silence, I began to wonder at the absurdity of this situation. And the improbable, rational behavior of the hybrid sitting next to me.

"Klaus?" I asked, yanking him off the phone for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You're not... you know. Crazy about this? Or something like that. I mean... I thought you gonna ask me if it's yours, of course if it even exist, but still. You're so... calm. Like not you."

"Would you rather me to run mad around town and deny our baby?" I chuckled, imagining his lunatic walk through the streets.

"No. To be honest, I would have expected something like that than this, but it's a nice surprise. It's enough that one of us is scared to death. Thank you for keeping a cold head."

"Don't get used to it, love. C'mon. I know where to go."

In less than five minutes, we got to the building and waited in line. There were many other people in the waiting room, but what caught my attention the most was a couple sitting in the corner. Husband and wife. The woman was probably in her third trimester (or had quadruplets. God, please let me have only one if there are any.) The man whispered something tenderly into her belly, and she smiled at him with just as much adoration. Involuntarily, I imagined Klaus and myself in this situation. I glanced at the tense vampire next to me. He was also staring at the couple.

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

"Are you going alone or do you have any company, dear?"

"My boyfriend is coming with me." I said, taking Klaus' hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an amused smirk on his lips. We started walking hand in hand behind the doctor. The vampire leaned toward me.

"Boyfirend, huh?" he whispered in my ear, clearly pleased with the situation.

"Don't get used to it, love." I repeated his earlier words, trying to imitate his tone of voice. The man chuckled, politely following the doctor with me.

I had to admit that it was funny to watch Klaus in such a... strange situation. His nervous, slightly stressed demeanor gave me courage as I lay there waiting for the ultrasound results. The cold gel tickled slightly, but I gritted my teeth, waiting for the final confirmation of my fate.

"There it is. That's your baby. Congratulations!"

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder and leaned gently toward the small screen. I stared at the tiny speck as if it were enchanted. It really was happening. I will be a mother.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Could you give us first a second alone, doctor?" Klaus spoke as he saw me still staring blankly at the screen.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Oh, my God. It's real. We'll have a baby." I choked out after a few seconds of silence between us.

"You took that information really quickly, love."

I punched him lightly on the shoulder, finally turning my attention to the man standing next to me.

"Stop joking with me. Aren't you scared? I mean, a few hours ago we were on the other side of the country, living our lives, and now we're looking at some stain, which is our baby. Are you that calm, or am I being dramatic?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I know we're going to figure it out. Maybe if it were someone other than you, I would be paranoid and mad, but it's you. With you by my side? Nothing can go wrong." I burst into tears at his emotional confession. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come here, you idiot." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. "I hope Katherine got our things back."

"Yes. Speaking about her..." he said, moving away from me to look at my face.

"She is staying with me and you're not going to kill her." I said it in a tone that left no room for any objection. It's been 500 years; whatever conflict there was between them should be over by now.

"Absolutely not."

"Yes? So be prepared that if this little one is a girl, she'll be named after aunt Katherine, who couldn't be there for her mom because her dad is acting like he's on his period."

"You know you've been pregnant for a few hours, and you're already using it against me?" he asked resignedly. The grimace on his face was a clear sign of my victory.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me for a while."

"I think I can work with that. Let's go home. I think uncle Elijah and Katherine will want to see the first photo of the newest member of the Mikaelson family."

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

"Morning Elijah." I grunted from my book, never taking my eyes off the text I was reading.

"Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you pancakes?"

"Actually..." I didn't have time to answer, because an extremely happy hybrid came out of the kitchen with a large tray on which was my breakfast.

Elijah looked at his brother in disbelief as he sat comfortably next to me on the couch and began feeding me with a fork while I continued to read my book as if nothing had happened.

"Niklaus. Can you explain?" his brother was shifting his bewildered gaze between us.

"His werewolf hormones tell him to look after me. So when I told him I wasn't having breakfast today because I didn't want to stand in this heat by the stove, he made it his morning's main goal to make me a decent meal. At least Marcel and the witches will get some rest from him today."

"Werewolf hormones?" very amused Kol entered the living room, staring at the hybrid with a malicious smirk.

"Yes, brother. Werewolf hormones." Klaus' cool tone caught my attention away from the book.

"Of course... your werewolf hormones. So that's what they call it now. Just don't flood Y/N with this sudden tenderness, or the girl will get scared and run away from you again." before Klaus could make any move towards his younger brother, I grabbed his hand and moved him so that I could get more comfortable on his chest.

"He is weird." I commented as I took a grape from the bowl and popped it into Klaus' mouth, much to Elijah's astonishment.

"Weird? No. Just a little joker. I have to go now. I'll meet you later, Niklaus. Please, don't start without me."

"Do I want to know what he was talking about?" I asked, giving him a curious look.

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

"If it has to do with that teenage witch, Davina, that your adopted son treats like a daughter? Probably." his silence was an answer enough. I pulled away from him, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

"Promise me you're not going to hurt her."

"And what does it matter? I'm not Elijah, how sure are you that I'll keep my word?" my angry look, however, fortunately made him give up. "Alright. She'll be fine." he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you. On the way back, you can stop by the store and buy me more chocolate and ice cream."

"As you wish."

He got up from the couch, placed a quick kiss on my already-showing belly, and left the living room, passing Rebekah as she entered. His sister looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked, fed up with her penetrating gaze.

"Nothing. You two seemd very... compatible with each other. I'm impressed."

"Well, he's the father of my baby. We have to get along. For the baby's sake, it's best if we're friends."

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

"I mean that "just friends" wouldn't act that way. My brother never treated anyone with such affection. He's doing everything he can to impress you. For a bloody hell, he even changed his plan to take over the city for you!"

"She is right." Katherine walked past her and threw herself on the couch next to me. "He does everything he can think of to make you fall in love with him. For example, that "almost date" at the best restaurant in New Orleans last week. Or the fact that you've been given unlimited access to his credit cards, safes, stashes of clothes, and God knows what else. Or that weekend out of town so you could relax. Do you think they seriously didn't have a second room with two beds in the hotel?"

"Nik used the one bed trope? He's even more desperate than I previously thought." Rebekah snorted as she poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, I have no intention of changing anything. Klaus and I work well as friends, and for the sake of this child, we will continue to be them so."

"So you don't love him back?" Rebekah questioned, coming to me, so she could stay in front of me. Her evaluative look somehow made me feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter what I want or feel. The most important thing for me is my child and I will do everything to ensure at least a little normality for them. If Klaus and I tried to be together and it didn't work out... At least this child deserves reasonably normal parents."

"What if you were happy together and created a loving family? Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"

"It's not worth the risk, Bekah." I replied, getting up from the couch to escape the inconvenient conversation with the original vampire.

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

I didn't answer as I left the room. I decided to hide in the library for the rest of the day and try to forget the doubts the blonde had stirred up in me.

But my wild imagination did not give up so easily. I began to consider a possible relationship with Klaus. Despite what I told the girls, I wasn't blind to Klaus'… flirtatious remarks and behavior. I saw every long, stolen glance at me, every quick look at my lips during any conversation, and most of all, the longing shining in his eyes that was so similar to mine and that I somehow managed to hide from him.

I wanted to spend my life with him. But I also knew that I'm not enough to keep him away from his scheming and fighting for power. For the good of this baby, I had to be content with being his formal one-night stand and friend at best. Even if my heart yearned for him every single day.

Thinking about my unattainable future, I didn't even notice when I got to the library. But I certainly saw two people kissing in the room.

Klaus and Camille. At least he cleared up all my doubts.

I was probably the only one who noticed how my heart shattered into a million pieces. At least until Klaus pulled away from her, confused, and spotted me in the doorway.

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt… I'll leave you alone."

"No! Y/N, wait!" he shouted, trying to get to me, but before he got even a step closer, I used my magic to teleport myself to a New Orleans street.

I leaned against the building next to me as the first post-teleport symptoms started to hit me and my head started spinning a bit. I shouldn't have done it while being pregnant, but well… I couldn't stay in the same room with these two any longer.

Once I had recovered, I decided to order myself a hot chocolate and sit with it in the park to collect my thoughts. I had to come up with some clever, eloquent way out of this predicament. And most of all, refrain from crying.

Thinking about this situation, after all, everything happened as I wanted. Klaus had found someone else to adore, so I could stop worrying about the deterioration of my relationship with the Mikaelsons.

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

The only problems were my stupid broken heart and festering feelings of jealousy.

I wiped a tear running down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Something that stupid couldn't get me off balance. I had to be strong. If not for myself, then at least for this little one.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the photo of Klaus sleeping with me on the couch that I had set as his contact picture.

I remembered that night. It was one of the first month at the Mikaelson Mansion and also my favorite.

"Can't sleep?" Klaus stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of the fireplace, which flames I had been staring at earlier.

"Not even tried."

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the blanket that covered me. I nodded, opening the hem so he could slip into the space next to me. He put his arm around me, moving us into a more comfortable position. One of his hands automatically went to my slightly rounded belly. I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder, and returned to staring at the flames of the fire. "What's bothering you?"

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

"Please tell me you're not going to lecture me again about how I shouldn't have attacked Elijah." he interrupted me with a groan of displeasure.

"I'm not, but your brother didn't deserve this. Even if he was talking some shit about you. You knew I would never believe it."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. You always try to protect your family, not always in a good way, I have to admit, but still, I know you would never use your own child for your games. I trust you." he tightened his grip on me and cleared his throat.

"It's good to know you're at least on my side, love."

"Your siblings too. If you'd just let them in, maybe you'd see it too, but that's a topic for another time."

"I know better ways to spend my free time with you, love. One of them brought us to this situation." he smiled slyly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very funny, but we have to talk about something serious."

"I'm sorry. What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever thought about whether there is a chance for our child to be… a tribrid?"

"Tribrid?" he asked, confused, stopping to play with my hair.

"You know. You're half vampire, half werewolf; I'm a witch, siphon, but still… Can our baby inherit all of this from us?"

"They might as well only have the gene of a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, or a hybrid. I think all options are possible. Maybe in my mother's grimoire we can find the answer to that question. These books are as old as the world."

"You can include the birth of a miracle baby in your search. I hope we won't summon a demon into the world." I joked, turning slightly to look at his face again.

"I thought you already knew that the demon has been walking around this world for a long time, and you're cuddling with him on the couch. By the way, it's our search."

"Our? You seriously want to just give me access to your mother's precious books? The same ones that have so much knowledge inside them that you won't let any other witch see them whole, or even your siblings?" I was shocked. I would never in my life expect something like this from him, but on the other hand, he has done astonishing things many times before.

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

"You did?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. Those words were more striking than three others of equal importance he might have said to me. Klaus doesn't trust people that easily, I think he falls in love with them more often…

"You wouldn't be the first to hear about all my plans if I didn't. Besides, you're the mother of my heir..."

"Keep treating your family like a fucking dynasty, and you'll have to buy me a crown and my own castle." I cut him off when I heard that horrible term for our baby.

"Why do you need a castle when you already have your throne, love?"

"You're impossible." I chuckled at this awful attempt at flirting.

"That's why you like me."

"Maybe." I yawned suddenly, unaware of how tired I was. I felt the hybrid's soft, warm lips against my hair before both the blanket cocoon and his grip tightened around me.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you and I will chase away your nightmares."

"How did you know?" I asked, feeling him gently brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

"I know you. Besides, I can hear everything through these thin walls. I would rather hear your screams for other reasons than nightmares."

"Deviant."

"Only yours." I heard as if through a haze before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next day, Katherine found us sleeping together and took a picture of us. One of my favorites.

Before I could answer the phone, I felt someone snatch it from my hand, and something hit my head at breakneck speed, knocking me out. Stupid witches.

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

I was kneeling in front of the crib that Katherine and Rebekah had set up after the whole witches' fiasco. After those damn witches kidnapped me, they cast some strange spell on me and the baby to speed up her (as it turned out) growth and thus her birth.

A few hours ago, I was a human pregnant with a hybrid. Now I was a heretic, the mother of the thyrbid, the most powerful creature on earth.

I guess life with the Mikaelsons was all about sudden, unexpected changes. At least they weren't boring.

Elijah, Kol, Klaus, and Marcel were running around the city, killing the last witches who had allied with Esther. Rebekah and Katherine have been delegated to look after me and the baby until the boys get the hang of the situation. A bit sexist, but I didn't have the energy to argue about it. Not after I so impressively returned to the graveyard and killed half the coven.

After feeding on the blood from the bag, the girls gave me a moment alone with my sleeping daughter. Her first day in this world, and she was already trying to get killed.

"Y/N." Klaus' tired sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. For the first time in hours, I shifted my gaze to something other than my daughter and met a face as tired and bloodstained as mine.

"Hi." he knelt uncertainly beside me, glancing at the baby sleeping in the cradle.

"She is beautiful. So similar to you." he whispered softly, afraid he would wake her up at any moment.

"She has a look of the devil in her eyes. That's all you."

The girl stirred in her sleep, as if hearing us talk about her. Two loving, child-infatuated looks appeared on Klaus' and mine's faces.

"She needs a name. You made a decision?"

"I was thinking about Zoe and Caitlyn. But I think we both know that Katherine Jr. is the best fit for her."

"God no." I chuckled, trying not to wake the baby after seeing his terrified look..

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

"Hope. That's actually nice. Hope Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?"

"What? Are you not the father?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm but... I thought you'd want her to have your last name."

"Mikaelson suits her better." I replied with a shrug.

"Well, then I guess it will be Hope Y/N Mikaelson." I smiled at him, resting my head tiredly on his shoulder. We both stared in awe at the new member of the Mikaelson family.

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

"With Elijah's little help. When I found you… dead. Elijah said that I ruined our family's last hope by making out with this bartender, which, by the way, is not exactly true."

"Klaus..."

"No. Let me finish. I've never been so helpless and scared in all my life as I was a few hours ago. Never, not even in the worst, darkest moments of my life, have I been so broken, so despairing, than when I held your dead body. Whatever you think now, whatever you feel, the truth has to be told. I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and each day only brings me closer to you. You're the only one who can make me so mad, terrified, or happy. You taught me unconditional love, and even if you don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you completely changed me. It will be my life's purpose to make sure that our daughter and you are safe and satisfied." I stared at him with tears in my eyes, listening to his touching confession.

"I was so mad at you and Camille, but... I can't blame her; falling for you is as easy as breathing. Not when I did it a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes. And I don't want to hide it anymore. I can't hide it anymore. As I turned into vampire, everything I feel for you since all this time is more intensive. My desires, my love, and my longing - I feel them so much that I can't even imagine spending one more hour without your words, touch, or kiss. I don't want to live in a world where we're just friends. So if you promise that this is forever, then I..."

Klaus cut me off, pulling me into a longing, long-expected, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him as close as possible by the strands of his hair. At one point, I bit his lip until it bled. My new ability was immediately activated. My fangs slid out of my gums by themselves, digging into his lip and sucking more of his delicious, sweet blood. We broke apart when we were completely out of breath. Klaus licked his lips, staring lustfully at my black-veined face and bloody mouth.

"I promise. You're mine. For always and forever, love."

"And you're mine. For always and forever."

"Aw... Congratulations, Nik! It only took you one child to make her yours. I thought it would take you at least three." Kol suddenly appeared in the doorway, interrupting our moment.

Klaus growled at him and threw the baby monitor at his brother. Kol dodged at the last second and tossed the device back at him, sticking out his tongue before he ran as fast as his legs could take him. I giggled, drawing the hybrid into a tender kiss.

Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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Damon Salvatore in black 😳🤯

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Meet my TVD/The originals oc:

Natalia Petrova Mikaelson: female

Age: 19 (turned), mid to late 500s

Looks:

Personality: ruthless, protective, loyal, caring, reliable, intelligent, calculating, blunt, stubborn, clever, confident, aggressive, generous, compassionate, fierce, respectful, honorable, cautious, feisty, devoted, determined, strong-willed

Family: Katherine Pierce (sister/dead), Nadia (niece/dead), Elijah Mikaelson (husband), The Mikaelsons (in laws), Hope (niece)

Species: Vampire

Extra: Natalia is the older sister of Katarina Petrova/ Katherine Pierce. After their family died, it was always Natalia and Katarina together against the world. For a century, they have always been stuck together and always were on the run. Natalia would protect Katherine and always get her out of trouble. It wasn't until she met the Salvatore brothers that she understood who her sister really was. So she was on her own and reunited with Elijah, who agreed to spare her in exchange that she worked for him and so she worked for Elijah doing whatever he asked and following his orders. Throughout the years, they've gotten closer to point where they had a secret marriage and she does not like sharing what is hers.

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