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perseephoneee · 22 days ago

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snow chase [ficmas day 10]

[klaus mikaelson x f!reader] beauty and the beast au

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warnings: longest thing i've ever written

author's note: my tendonitis is flaring up from writing this, but this might be one of my favorite things I've ever written, so it's totally worth it!! also maybe i should write more fantasy idek

playlist:

you make loving fun -- fleetwood mac

black friday -- tom odell

white winter hymnal -- fleet foxes

There was a wolf in the castle.

Your sister was in there.

You knew you shouldn’t have gone into the woods at night, but you couldn’t leave her there. Not when her daring was stronger than her weariness. Not when the schoolyard children pressured her into daring to see the Beast. Not when she might not make it to tomorrow.

You hike your skirts up, lantern high, as you race towards the castle. Your cloak is barely enough to stave the cold. You have no real plan for when you get there. You don’t have the physical strength to fight the Beast. You have to hope you have something he wants instead.

‘He.’ As if the Beast was a man.

The castle was maybe once beautiful but was now worn with burned stone, and a drawbridge you were worried wouldn’t hold you. You made it across in one piece. You didn’t knock; what was the point? Why would he reward you for your politeness?

It wasn’t much warmer inside the stronghold. Your slippers made soft clicks on the tile. With a good dusting, the place would’ve been grand. You wondered who used to live here. You took a stairwell down. If your sister was captured, she would be in the dungeon. While having no experience in dungeons, you had never heard of one held up high.

Your guess was rewarded with quiet sobs.

You rushed to the first cell, the crumpled figure of your kin greeting you.

“Y/N!” she cried, rushing towards the bars. You put your lantern aside to grab her hands. She looked unharmed. That was good.

“I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” you whispered, looking for a key. There must be one somewhere. Your sister grew still, looking past your shoulder. The hairs on your neck stood on end, and you knew who was there without even looking. When you turned around, you were surprised by what you saw.

He was much more a man than you imagined. When he stepped out of the shadows, you understood why they called him ‘Beast.’ His eyes were a deep red, his fangs long things that could rip you apart. Veins rippled under his eyes when he looked at you. You froze, holding your gaze. He grinned.

“Look at what little bit brought in,” he crooned. “A friend.”

His voice was devoid of emotion. You found no comfort.

“I’m here for my sister,” you said with a confidence you didn’t have. He chuckled.

“Sister? Your sister was the one breaking into my home,” he tssked, stepping closer. He wore a long black coat, the ends swishing against the floor. You didn’t balk from his gaze.

“I’m sorry for her behavior,” you cautioned. “Please let me take her home.”

“That hardly seems fair.” He tilted his head, like a cat regarding his prey. You realized you were the prey. You gulped. He noticed.

“Then take me.”

“Y/N, no,” your sister hissed, grabbing your arm through the cell grates. You ignored her. The Beast's grin grew wider.

“Now, isn’t that sweet,” he smirked. Your heart rate picked up, and he perked up as if he heard it. He seemed to ponder your offer, weighing its merits in his head. His eyes were tinted gold when he looked at you next. “I accept.”

You heard your sister screaming, begging for him to change his mind, but you couldn’t hear her. She was a dull noise as you considered your own death while also your relief that she would be safe. You did your duty. You protected your family.

He granted you a brief moment to say goodbye before he threw your sister outside, leaving you behind locked doors in a cold castle. The second he closed the front doors, the sound reverberating through the hallway, you were unsure what he would do to you.

He moved faster than most humans.

He had his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tilting your head to look at him. You let out a choked sound as he held you.

“You are mine now, pet,” he purred. “Let’s take you to your new home.”

He gripped your arm as he dragged you up the stairs and through the east wing. You would have bruises by the next day; you were sure of that. You glimpsed the outside through arched windows. You wondered if you’d ever see it again.

He threw you in a room and, with one last calculating smile, slammed the door. It wasn’t the dungeon that much was obvious. It was a bedroom. Fancier than yours in the village. One four-poster bed, an armoire, and a little bathroom. You imagined you would stay here till you grew old and died. There was a window by the bed, advertising a very long fall. You imagined he put you here specifically to taunt you about being here forever.

There was no fire, only the bed. You took off your shoes and climbed under all the covers in an effort to get warm. You shivered as tears fell until, eventually, you fell asleep.

You were awoken by voices.

You pulled back the covers, daring to look at who was in your room.

A young girl, you assumed. She was quite mousy. Actually, her features were almost like a mouse. Maybe no human at all. Her nose twitched, and her eyes grew big as she saw you wake up. You both scuttled as far back as you could. You held a pillow protectively in front of you.

“I’m sorry, miss!” she cowered, curled up by the door. Your brows drew together. “I didn’t mean to disturb you!”

“You’re…you’re fine,” you reassured. She was scared of you. That was new.

“I came to see if you needed my assistance,” she trembled. You felt sympathy. She was as scared as you were.

“Assistance?”

“Getting ready. Master requires your attention in the dining hall.”

Of course, he did.

Your new mouse friend, Dahlia, stops trembling once you talk to her more. You have no clue about the horrors she has been subjected to because of the Beast, and you don’t press for information. She helps you wash up and even braids your hair back with delicate pins. The dress she supplies is nicer than you’ve ever owned. You wonder if maybe you should’ve left your sister here to experience these riches. You start to feel concerned for your psyche.

Dahlia takes you to the dining hall. The castle isn’t any warmer than before. You think about asking for a fire but don’t in fear of how he might react.

There’s a lovely array of food set up in the dining room. A long table with seasonal flowers in the middle and the Beast at the end. He ignores you as you sit down.

There are other mice people. They bring you fresh juice, buttered bread, cuts of meats and cheeses, and other ripe fruits. You haven’t had this much food in a while. You eat a grape and suppress the urge to moan around the taste. You haven’t had this good of food your whole life. You eat some more before daring to speak.

“Most people don’t treat their prisoners this well,” you say, taking a sip of your juice. The Beast looks up, a glint in his eye. “I was expecting torture.”

“Who says this isn’t?” he drawls. He has a book in front of him. He returns to the pages. “Lulling you into false security before I peel your skin off and use it as a coat.”

“I don’t think my skin would make a good coat,” you answer. “Maybe a hat.”

He looks up from his book. He looks confused. You take sick satisfaction in that.

He makes you go back to your rooms after breakfast. Dahlia delivers some food around noon and then takes you back to the dining room for dinner. You don’t engage in any conversation this time. You eat your food (pork with roasted vegetables and a sweet sauce), and you are considered your captor. This is much cushier than you imagined your imprisonment. Still, you wonder if he wasn’t lying. Living in expectation of him killing you might be more torture than the act itself.

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. You manage to convince Dahlia to bring entertainment to your room. You both engage in a card game when she isn’t working. You find you like her a lot. She’s funny when she starts to be comfortable. She sneaks your custard from the kitchen when no one’s watching. You don’t ask why she’s a mouse, why the Beast is not a wolf or a man, but something in between. You assume no one would tell you.

Autumn dissipates into winter. The castle is colder than before. You wake up with your breath a puff, your fingers tinged purple. You work up the courage to ask for warmth during your breakfast that morning. Up to this point, you occasionally would get him engaged in small talk. He would often insult you, glare at you or growl. You forget he’s not a man.

You set your fork on your plate and look down the table to his figure. He’s reading again.

“I have a request,” you say. He ignores you. “I would like a fire in my rooms so I won’t freeze to death.”

“What if that’s my plan?” he responds. He has no energy behind it.

“I know it isn’t; you’re much cleverer than that.” He looks up finally. You calling him ‘clever’ was enough to get his attention. Bastard. “I’d also like access to the rest of the castle.”

“Are you in a position to make demands?” he growls. You know he could get to you and rip out your throat in a few seconds flat. You grip the arms of your chair to steel your nerves.

“No, I’m not,” you answer. “But I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. I haven’t tried to escape, have I?”

He considers your request. His eyes are an abyss that you wouldn’t want to drop into. You hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“You aren’t allowed to go to the west wing.”

That’s his only response. You blink and then utter a thank you.

Somehow, there’s a fireplace in your room by nightfall. You imagine it’s magic.

The first thing you do with your freedom is visit Dahlia. You can find the kitchen from the smells alone.

The other servants scurry at your entrance. You feel bad for scaring them. Dahlia is rolling dough with another girl who looks eerily similar to her, mouse features aside. You ask if you can help, and they let you.

You come to find out that the other mouse is Daisy, Dahlia’s sister. Their parents used to be servants in the castle, and they took over after. The confidence from your successful request allows you to ask them why they’re mice. Dahlia lets out a laugh, the most carefree you’d seen her.

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“I didn’t want to be impolite.”

“A curse,” Daisy answers. She was in the process of making a roulade. “Master killed a village, and one of the elders was an enchantress. She cursed him to be stuck as a Beast. Unfortunately, the curse was put over the whole castle.”

“So everyone in the castle became…,” you trailed off. Mice were not beasts.

“We became our inner selves,” Dahlia finished. You wondered what your inner self would be.

“He’s not really a wolf, though, is he?”

“He is,” Daisy answered. “He’s just stuck in between right now.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You helped them finish preparations for the next day. You liked baking, it was soothing. Dahlia went with you back to your rooms to get ready for bed. You relished the feeling of finally having a fire.

Sleep was elusive to you. After an hour of tossing and turning, you put on your slippers and decided to explore. The castle was huge, but you welcomed the feeling of getting lost.

You found heaven when you pushed open an ornate door to the largest library you had ever seen. Stained glass windows decorated one wall, with rows upon rows of books going farther than you could see. You were happy to be tortured if it meant access to this library. After browsing the shelves, you found a book that interested you. There was a chair nearby with a fireplace, and you started a fire before settling down.

You read for so long that the story merged with your dreams, and you found yourself asleep in the library. You woke up with the morning light, and the fire was already embers. The Beast was standing above you. You scrambled into a sitting position.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” He didn’t look mad. Merely commenting.

“I like…books,” you kissed your teeth, regretting your answer. Words were not your friend in the morning.

“Breakfast is ready,” he said, turning on his heel and leaving the library. You blinked, unsure how to process his lukewarm response. You put your book on the chair and scurried after him, keeping a healthy distance. You kept quiet as you ate your breakfast. The Beast was reading the same book again. Your deliriousness emboldened you.

“What are you reading?”

He looked up again, mildly annoyed. He just held up the book. You saw the cover for The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

“Ah, Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air,” you hum, taking a bite of your eggs. The Beast blinks in surprise.

“You’ve read it?”

“I like the artwork,” you shrug. You shiver under his gaze. It’s the most interesting he’s been since you offered your place in exchange for your sisters.

“Do you have a favorite piece?” he asks.

“Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog,” you answer. He blinks in surprise again. You wonder how he perceived you before this.

Shocking to everyone, especially you, you end up actually conversing with him the whole meal. He knows a lot more than you about art history, but you managed to keep up. He seems mildly impressed and intrigued by what you have to say. You wonder the last time someone, let alone a man had shown interest in what you had to say before instead of how you looked.

You go back to the library that night. He’s waiting when you get there. You realize that you aren’t frightened of his appearance anymore.

Neither of you say anything. He’s pulled up a chair next to yours. You sit in companionable silence as you read your books. At some point, you fall asleep again. You wake up in your bed the next day. You’re scared to think of how you got there.

“I would like to show you something,” the Beast tells you over dinner.

You have entered into a tentative friendship; that’s what Dahlia tells you. She says that she’s never seen him talk to anyone so much before if it wasn’t barking orders. You only talk about art and books. Never anything personal. You read together in the library at night, and then he walks you to your bedchambers. It’s eerily polite.

“I hope it’s not something dead,” you mutter. He is still no less violent than when you first met him. There have been a few times where you’ve seen blood on his mouth.

“That’s for another day,” he hums. You frown, but he doesn’t notice.

You follow behind him after breakfast. It’s a room you haven’t been to yet. Probably because it’s just slightly over in the west wing, and your self-preservation skills have at least kept your curiosity at bay in the closed area. He holds the door open for you. You brush past him, your eyes widening as you take in the room.

It’s an art studio. And it’s a mess. Like a studio should be. There are paintings everywhere. There’s one chair in the corner, an artist's stool, and a window looking out to the gardens below. It’s perfect.

You take a closer look at the first painting. It’s of a young girl in a hallway. She’s caught in a moment, a secret on her lips. As if she’s fleeing a ball. The details on the pink tulle of her dress are dazzling, and her eyes are almost lifelike. You see the artist's signature.

“My sister,” he says behind you. You don’t remember when he got so close.

“Your name is Klaus?” you ask, turning to look at him. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, still fixed on the painting. There’s a longing in his gaze. It’s one you recognize every time you look in the mirror. He misses her.

“No one has called me that in a long time,” he says solemnly. Even with his fangs, the veins, and the eyes, he looks the most like a man than he has been in a long time.

You move on to the next painting. It’s of a man sitting in a library, the only light coming from the moon outside. Even with the emphasis on the night, you can see the resemblance between the Beast– Klaus– and the man in the painting.

“Another sibling?” you questioned. Klaus nodded. You take time looking at the rest of the paintings. Many more of his family. Some of the scenery. One of a wolf, blood on its mouth, its kill fresh underneath it. Even with its macabre nature, its the best one of the bunch. You wonder if Klaus knows he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“Klaus,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

“The lighting is better in here if you need a place to read,” he coughs. You smile. This is him extending an olive branch. You realize you don’t fear him anymore. You haven’t for a while.

You take him up on his offer, and you find yourself reading in his studio more often than not. You still read in the library at night. He joins you in the studio sometimes, usually painting. You try to sneak a peek, but he won’t let you see it. You learn to joke with each other. Dahlia is in disbelief.

“I haven’t seen him so…”

“Normal?” you venture. She’s brushing your hair out and applying a sweet-smelling oil.

“Happy.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

The next day, there’s snow. You open the window in the gallery to look outside, catching some flakes on your tongue. Klaus chuckles at you. You get one on your nose and shiver.

“Would you like to go outside?” he asks.

You find some warm clothes to bundle up in and follow Klaus to the gardens. He doesn’t bother changing. You get the sense that he can’t get cold. He watches you in mild amusement as you frolic through the snow. You explore the maze with him as your chaperone. He grumbles whenever you stop. At the end of the maze is a towering white oak tree. You take a seat below it, and Klaus joins you.

“You’re overly trusting to someone who’s keeping you prisoner,” Klaus sighs. You roll up a snowball.

“You and I both know that I stopped being your prisoner a while ago.”

Klaus doesn’t respond to that. He knows it’s right. You knew the first night he sat with you in the library.

“You can return home if you wish,” Klaus breaths. You turn to him, brows furrowed. “You don’t have to stay here.”

He doesn’t say it as a demand. There’s insecurity in his voice. You realize he wants you to stay here. You think it must be lonely. You also realize that you haven’t really wanted to leave. You’ve never felt so alive in years.

Courage emboldens you to bring a hand up to Klaus’ face. He turns slightly but doesn’t push you away. Your thumb brushes the veins under his eyes. His skin is cold. He opens his eyes to look at you. The red of his iris was the color of a bloody rose. You worried you might prick yourself if you looked any farther.

You want to say something, but your voice has stopped working. You forget about the cold the longer you look at Klaus. He glances at you as if he’s unsure if you’re real.

“Klaus–” you breathe.

The moment is ruined by a scream.

Both of you are up in an instant, running back towards the castle. You are much slower than Klaus, and he growls with impatience. He picks you up and easily speeds towards your destination.

Daisy is at the entrance across from the draw bridge, hand-drawn over her mouth. One of the servants that you had seen around the castle is crucified in front, a paper nailed to his chest with the message ‘nightfall.’ Your blood runs cold.

“H-He just went out to get food and…” Daisy was hiccuping breaths. You rushed towards her and gathered her in your arms. She collapsed. You looked towards Klaus. All warmth from earlier was gone. The Beast was in its place.

“It’s my fault,” you said. Klaus looked at you, confusion in his eyes. “The village has been split forever on what to do with you…me being here has given them enough reason. It’s a mob.”

“It’s not your fault,” Klaus murmurs. His fists are clenched. “They would have found some other reason, and I am the one who kept you are. I am the one who got Henry killed.”

A different King wouldn’t have known his servant's names.

“You didn’t keep me here; I chose to stay,” you exclaimed. Klaus didn’t respond, jaw clenched as he looked at the body. The image was seared in your mind. You expected nightmares for the rest of your life.

“Take her inside,” Klaus commanded. You dragged Daisy inside, back to the kitchens. You found Dahlia and told her what happened. Her face blanched as she took her sister out of your hands. You expected Klaus to search for blood tonight. You worried about your sister being caught in his wrath.

When night fell, you wrapped your cloak tight around yourself and sneaked out the front of the castle. It was a dim memory of the last time you were on the draw bridge, and it felt strange to be returning to a place you hadn’t called home for a while. You made it back home, going through the backdoor of your house.

Your sister was sitting by the fire, immediately sitting up as you entered. Emotions crashed through you as every feeling came rushing back. You didn’t realize how much you missed her. You both embraced each other, the tears coming naturally.

“I thought you’d be dead,” she cried, pulling back. Your hands cupped your face, brushing over her hair, down to her shoulders.

“I’m fine, I’m fine; you need to tell me everything.”

Your previous theory of the village finally having reason to attack was correct. It was all spearheaded by the town priest, who thought that the Beast was unnatural and had now taken one of their own. Apparently, they had found a way to kill him. Ice chilled your blood.

“I need to go,” you murmured, grabbing your cloak to head to the door.

“Are you serious?”

“I will be back for you, I promise,” you ran over and kissed her forehead. “I promise, just…trust me.”

Your sister had always known you to have strong judgment. She didn’t question you as you snuck out, breaking into a run towards the castle. You could see the fires already moving steadily closer, and you picked up pace.

You ran smack into Klaus.

“What are you doing out here?” he hissed, grabbing your shoulders.

“I needed answers; they want to kill you,” you gulped air.

“I guessed that.”

“I’m being serious,” you growled. He tilted his head, smiling slightly.

“I know that, darling. Go back to the castle; I’ll take care of it.”

You flushed at the word ‘darling.’

“You can’t kill them, Klaus.”

“Whatever the hell not?”

“Because you’d be proving to them once again that you are the Beast they pretend you are.”

Klaus glowered at that, but he didn’t bite your head off. He knew you were right. His brows furrowed as he heard something, turning in the direction of the town. You wondered if he possessed super hearing in addition to speed.

“They’re almost here. You need to go. Now.”

“I’m not leaving you.” You could hear the mob through the trees now.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed. He dragged you after him, heading towards the castle. You were still worried he might kill all of them. Even if you weren’t terribly happy with your village at the moment.

You ran through the snow, Klaus keeping a bruising grip on your arm. An arrow skidded past your ear, and Klaus pulled you down before you got skewered.

“Kill her! She’s in league with the Beast!” a voice called out from the crowd. You wanted to scream at them, but their words set Klaus on edge. He picked up speed, basically carrying you back to the castle. He was slowed down, though, and you realized that when he saved you from the arrow, he was hit in the process. Blood ran down a cut on his arm. You had no time to yell at him about it or ask why he saved you before more arrows came flying after you two.

Klaus had you both swerve, and you struggled to keep up his pace to the draw bridge. When you made it there, he pushed you across. You ran all the way across before realizing he wasn’t with you. He was making a stand at the front of the bridge.

The mob was bigger than anticipated, but you didn’t care. You were hyperfocused on the fact that he was about to get himself killed. You ran back across, screaming at the mob. You jumped in front of Klaus.

“He didn’t hurt me! You can’t kill him!” you screamed, arms out wide. Some of the townspeople stopped to listen to you.

“He kills our kind,” one of the men in your town said. You recognized him as the butcher. Typical.

“He hasn’t killed any of us. You killed one of his.”

That got some of them to shut up. You were happy to learn that critical thought wasn’t completely lost.

“He will kill us as long as we allow him to live,” the priest said. Father Marcus stepped out of the crowd, a malevolent look in his eyes. You knew instantly that Klaus was just an excuse for his larger agenda. Nothing you’d say would convince him. He pulled out a dagger coated in a silver ash. You felt Klaus stiffen behind him. “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…I condemn you, Beast.”

You screamed as he threw the dagger, attempting to block Klaus’ body with your own. He pushed you out of the way, rolling back onto the bridge. You hit the wood on your shoulder, crying out at the sharp pain as Klaus dragged you across. With no sword, he ripped the ropes of the bridge at the end so it went plummeting down. You were stuck on the side of the castle with the mob staring at you.

Klaus collapsed in front of the doors, a hand holding his chest. You let out a shriek as you saw the dagger sticking out of it. You rushed over, grabbing him before he fell. The doors to the castle open, and the servants inside look out in worry. You motioned at them to help you, and they assisted you in carrying him inside the front doors and away from the cold.

The blood dragged behind him, tinting the snow. You collapsed in exhaustion when you finally got him inside.

“Klaus? Stay with me. We’re going to help you,” you muttered, covering the wound on his chest. Several servants ran off to find medical supplies, while some stayed put in shock.

“It’s no use, love,” he murmured. His skin was clammy, even in the freezing cold.

“I won’t let you die for me,” you cried, tears mixing in with the blood. He laughed, devoid of emotion.

“Dying for you will be the first good thing I’ve done.” He tilts his head towards you. You notice that his eyes are gold, not red. “Please allow me this.”

“I can’t watch you die,” you whisper. “Not when I’ve just gotten to know you.”

He envelops your hand with his own. His touch is warm.

“You are worth living,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Live for me.”

You felt him grow still. Your breath caught in your throat as you attempted to hold back tears you knew would fall. You hit his chest as hard as you could, your voice raw in your throat as you screamed at him. You heard sobs from several of the castle staff, but it didn’t register to you. It didn’t matter. You didn’t realize how much he mattered until he wasn’t there.

You pressed your forehead to his, breath hot against his cold skin. You leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. If it was the only kiss you ever received from him, you would cherish it in your heart for eternity.

You sat back on your heels, wiping at your eyes. You saw his hand twitch, and you wiped your eyes again to get rid of the hallucination. A gasp from nearby lets you know it wasn’t a hallucination.

Your eyes became as wide as saucers as you saw a soft gold hue take over his body. The dagger melted into gold dust, seeping into his skin. You watched in awe as the veins under his eyes faded into nothing, his fangs turning into normal teeth. A warmth returned to his skin. The gold continued out from his body, shimmering across the gray tiles.

The castle transformed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe the transformation occurring before you as the pillars returned to white, cracks disappearing, colors as bright as what they once were. You watched in shock as the servants changed as well, their animal features melting into human ones. You saw Dahlia and Daisy, having arrived from the kitchens, softening into two young girls.

Klaus groaned, the act of returning to life exhausting him. You helped him sit up, and he looked at the castle with the same awe you did. When he looked at you, his eyes were blue.

“How…?” you asked, jaw dropped. Klaus didn’t answer you. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and kissing you with the fervor of a reborn man. Your second kiss was better than your first, this time with the warmth that was missing from before. When you parted, he was grinning. It was the biggest grin you’d ever seen from him.

“My curse was contingent on finding true love,” he answered matter of factedly.

“So, you’re…”

“Alive.”

“And my…”

“If you need to take it slow, I understand,” Klaus joked. He joked. You were still processing everything as he helped you to your feet. Dahlia rushed towards you, thanking you for saving her. She hugged you, almost knocking you over. Daisy joined soon after her. The rest of the servants came in a second later until you were suffocating.

“If I knew that just kissing a man would earn this much praise, I would’ve done it sooner,” you laughed. Klaus growled, seeming more like his previous self.

“The only man you can kiss will be me, love.”

“Territorial much?”

“Only for things that are mine,” he purred. He pulled you away from the group into his arms. They didn’t seem to care; they were too excited about being themselves again. You were excited for them.

Klaus was warm, and his skin was no longer at the same temperature as the outdoors. You loved his eyes before, and you loved them even more now. For a second, as he held you, he looked unsure.

“Are you…” he trailed off. You smiled, kissing him again. You knew what he was asking.

“I’m yours,” you laughed. “As long as you’ll have me.”

“You?” Klaus smirked. “I’ll have forever.”

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𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : nikolina ›› hybrid ›› danielle rose russell .

❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ there’s a wildness in her eyes that you just know there’s more animal in her than human , the smell of g cherry blossom & sandalwood , bare feet walking along decaying woods , there's a hint of devil in her eyes . ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ →

🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 ››

* ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ &. → nikolina, you’ve been haunting mystic falls’ streets with your desire to protect her brother . it’s only a matter of time before your abrasive & animalistic tendencies prove to be your own undoing; unless your loyal & clever nature helps you obtain allies before it’s too late. . ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻

🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 ››

full name : nikolina .

age : 21 .

date of birth : unknown .

occupation : being one of klaus' hybrids .

species : hybrid ( werewolf / vampire ) .

language(s) spoken : universal .

hair color : brown .

eye color : blue with hints of green .

notable scars : n/a .

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positive : loyal , clever .

negative : abrasive , animalistic .

moral alignment : chaotic .

deadly sin : wrath + lust .

hogwarts house : gryffindor .

element : earth .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : yes .

habits : n/a .

drives / motivations : her brother .

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father : ansel .

mother : gisla .

siblings : niklaus mikaelson ( half-brother ) .

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― born a couple years after her brother , nikolina was a blessing for ansel and gisla . Yet as fate would have it , gisla would die during childbirth , leaving ansel with a daughter to raise . Longing for his own kin and son as well , ansel named her after niklaus . names he had chosen and hoped that one day they would all unite .

― unfortunately , that day would never come and in learning so , he raised nikolina as best as he could. Nikolina at times were left to her own devices . Considering she triggered her own genes when she killed her mother when she was born , nikolina grew to be more in touch with her inner wolf than the others in her pack .

― once she learned of klaus , the girl would often watch over her half-brother . yet she was never allowed to go near him nor reveal themselves in who she is. ansel would often times drag her back home in fear of her impulsiveness . Once having a scare when nikol almost attacked mikael for hurting klaus , stopping her before they were seen .

― still, nikolina tried to do her best when it came to klaus. leaving berries for him to make colors, looking for things he would want and just about anything. Wanting the relationship he had with his other siblings .

― But when mikael discovered esther's and her father's affair that resulted in klaus was the night he came for them all. Nikolina was the last one to die that night and promised herself to take revenge if she ever had the chance .

― nikolina now stood on the other side . watching over her brother and his every deed . Meeting the woman named Tatia, who would sometimes also watch the mikaelsons .

― so when esther started pulling tatia from the other side to the world of the living , nikolina took her chance and held on to the viking brunette . Esther's witches practically revealing her plans to tatia , nikolina took this chance and attack . Escaping with the brunette before she left mystic falls in order to find klaus .

― this is where her story starts in which many would simply think , nikol is a simple wolf from the pack he slaughtered and refused to turn . Sole survivor who said yes . playing the role she took up , nikolina knew this was the only way to be close to her brother and protect him even if he never finds out who she truly is .

#tvdrpintro

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degloved · 11 months ago

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the truth is that you will never move on from the deeply troubled emotionally unavailable fundamentally not convinced they're worthy of love characters that came into your life at twelve years old that you started kinning within two seconds of seeing their wretched selves onscreen. derek hale klaus mikaelson you will always be famous to me

#thinking about them again. i need to rewatch teen wolf

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northsalpha-archive · 1 year ago

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PROMPT: continued from here. POSTED BY: @taintedbloodlines ( elijah mikaelson )

＂ YOU ARE SUSPICIOUS OF ME. ＂ it’s an observation rather than a 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, head gently tilting to one side as eyes so similar to his son’s attempt to read elijah. ＂ it’s understandable. 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. ＂ partly his own fault for keeping at a distance as requested, instead of putting up more of a 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. how different life might’ve been if ansel had told esther no. — if he had been at klaus’ side, rather than waiting from afar. he foolishly thought he had time to spare back then; who ever could’ve seen the real future ahead? ＂ you don’t know me . . . 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮. i watched my kin from the other side for over a thousand years. i have seen all you’ve done for him. i’ve witnessed you 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝, and defend. i’ve witnessed you fight, both for him & against him. you have stood by his side, even when he tried to give you reason not to. you are an honorable man, elijah, and above all else? you are his brother. i do not wish to uproot that or anything else. ＂ there’s a brief pause. a moment taken to consider his next response, because getting this right is 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 to ansel. it isn’t just niklaus’ trust the wolf needs to earn. it’s his family’s too. ＂ i simply wish to be a part of it. have you considered the possibility that having his father around, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, could provide power? for decades, all he’s ever known a parent to be is cruel, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. mikael. i can offer more than that. we don’t have to be enemies. ＂

#taintedbloodlines #screaming abt it #in character. ⸻ conversations.#universes. ⸻ verse tbc.

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italianexotiicbeauty · 1 year ago

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@safestkittykatintown wanted a starter!

( ft. a mention of marcel @unsettledspirits XD )

Mary had been politely warned by Marcel.( her husband, ahem. ) that Katherine Pierce was seen lurking around the city. No doubt he was told that by one of the Mikaelson family, or someone that was someone in debt to Klaus.

Either way – it came from a credible source and while she didn't have ALL the details regarding Katherine … … … the demigoddess tended to steer clear of crossing paths with someone that she was warned about. Or tried to. It was harder when you're lingering about late at night because that's when your powers were stronger, just minding her business seated at a table in The Cauldron.

Vampires still weren't welcome here, this was witches’ territory — and the only reason she's allowed is because she herself was one. Daughter of the triple goddess, Hecate — goddess of magic, crossroads, witchcraft, sorcery, ghosts and necromancy. New Orleans was also home to where her kin — the other demigods — were hidden away from the world. Nails tapped gently against the side of the ceramic mug in front of her, she had let her coffee go cold instead of ordering it iced. Wasn't much of a difference to her, but when she got up from the table to return the mug to the café she had gotten it from … a woman was approaching her. One brow arched in an inquisitive manner, “ — Sorry, can I help you?” She said while the free hand retrieved a card from the back pocket of her jeans — turning it over thrice in between her fingers, the ground behind her softly began to quake as she had chosen to summon a Colchis Bull.

#safestkittykatintown #[ >.> you liked the post bee. SO HERE YA GO. ]#v; daughter of hecate

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hybridnik · 6 months ago

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"Poppycock. You take that back." Klaus quipped in a deadpan before chuckling with amusement. Though not related to him by blood, he had found himself rather protective of the young woman all the same. She was just as much his niece as Connor was his nephew or Seanna was his own daughter. The Mikaelson family had evolved beyond simply a web of blood kin relations.

"Of course. I'm all too aware of the intensity of a ripper's cravings. My old friend, Stefan Salvatore, harbor the same disposition as you do. I wasn't as... supportive, of helping him control those urges back then, but I recognize that you have been working hard to do so with your own. I'll not let temporal traversal sabotage those efforts." He explained.

artemis appreciated the assistant from her uncle. while she doesn't trust anyone as much as she trusted rebekah, it always helped when she was able to trust one of the other family members to help her out. they both relaxed a fraction when she managed to get some snark out.

artemis took a shaky breath before letting out a small chuckle. "one day you're gonna find a wolf that you actually like besides aunt hales and hope. and i will never let you forget it," she teased. she knew that he didn't hate the wolves that were connected to his daughter. "thanks," she said softly.

#Artemis Mikaelson #adopted niece #this gave me a chance to use one of my fav gifs of him lmao

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klaeusd · 2 years ago

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😶 + if hope killed one of your siblings how likely are you to forgive her? does it matter if her reasons for doing it are objectively justified?

ㅤㅤquite the quandary, indeed. while there may have been a time where he'd considered killing a sibling or two himself, that era had passed. despite everything, he feels closer to his siblings then ever, this sense of family not having truly existed since they had been mere humans. family above all is a rule he firmly lives by, and it applies to every member - but none more than hope. ❛ it would be guaranteed, ❜ he finally responds, lazy lift of his shoulder accompanying the words. ❛ i dearly love my siblings, but i could justify anything hope does, no matter how grievous. ❜ he has killed all three of his parents, and two of them more than once; far be it he put himself upon a pedestal and judge how one deals with family members. and while anyone else would meet their end for killing his kin, not her. ❛ she is my daughter. i see no sin she could commit that i could not forgive, ❜ he murmurs. though, if he were the religious type, he'd pray that she never commit some great transgression. please, don't let her being of his blood lead her down a path similar to his own. she deserves better - she is better. the very best of him; if only she could live unscathed by the mikaelson curse.

send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and klaus has to answer it.

#klaus: gonna murder whoever asked this 😌#also this got away from me :/#answered.

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hybrid-harbinger · 5 days ago

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It's kind of fucked up that I can't turn into a wolf, actually

- Niklaus

#fictotype #fictionkin #fictionkin community #alterhuman #otherkin #niklaus kin #niklaus mikaelson kin #klaus kin #klaus mikaelson kin #tvdu kin #tvd kin #to kin #the originals kin #the vampire diaries kin #the hybrid howls

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sibsteria · 2 years ago

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hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

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zaceouiswriting · 3 years ago

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The fairy stone Pt.1

Character: Klaus Mikaelson x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: None

In your culture is it normal to give someone who saved your life, something important to safe guard. Not as an gift, only to protect it. Until either a specific time gone by or you saved their life too.

You of course did this too. The man that saved your life so long ago, got a extremely important and old stone from you, to safe guard. As one of your kin always did, you explained the rules and hoped everything would go smoothly.

Sadly, you never had the chance to directly save this mans life, because you weren't often in his vicinity. But you still trusted him with this family heirloom you gave him.

Now the time you two set was up. Every meeting you had was canceled by you, just to be able, to get back into the human world, from the magical forests and get the stone back.

For a long time, no one had used the old portal, which was why you had difficulties to get trough it.

As you finally could break trough it, you were surprised to see the other side.

Nothing was like you remembered. The portal was destroyed and the forest you first came trough, was nearly chopped down. Instead there was now a small town not far away from it.

You felt a bit of anger running trough your soft veins, but let it slip away, because these weren’t your woods. The humans could do with them, whatever they wanted.

Still it hurt you to see old friends vanish from the plain of existence, just to used as firewood or planks.

On the street nearby you could see strange machines on them. They were loud and fast. Some sickening air came out of them. You became more and more happy, to have decided to not live in this world. So much strange and harmful things were happening here.

As you always did, you began to walk slowly in the town. Not knowing what you would find there. The houses out of stone big and taller than you remembered. It was a long time ago, since you came here, but this was strange.

Finally after a long while, you saw a person a young woman, with brain hair. She looked strangely similar to a woman you once knew. Almost as if she was her doppelgänger.

But when you tried to speak to her, she could not understand you - And the other way around too.

Frustrated, you let out a huff, not noticing that not only your wings came out of their hiding spots, but also that the fairy dust normally surrounding you did it as well.

As you finally noticed, you were just happy, that this world hasn’t lost his magic yet, as you feared it would. But the girl, was stunned by it.

What was strange itself, yourself had brought fairy settlers into this world, so why did she not know anything about us?

But you couldn’t ask her, because you two could not understand each other.

Even if this problem, she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you with her a long way. At some point, you came to a large building.

She just ran into it, with you behind her. As you looked around you were confused. „How much time, did past since I came last?“, you thought to yourself. Other than most fairies had done, you did not give a time, but the death of a man. Because they were all humans, you did not thought that it would take long, but this. All this what you saw, could not be managed in a couple of years.

Two strange beings, looking like humans, but their natural tingling wasn’t theirs, was strolling into your direction or more of the direction the gird was at.

They talked in their strange tongue, until one of them the taller with black hair came to you.

He grabbed you by the throat maybe trying to strangle your or intimidate you? You weren’t really sure, but you threw him on the other side of the room, with a blast of wind.

As all three of them looked at you, „Klaus Mikaelson.“

In their eyes you could see fear. Utter terror, from what you weren’t sure. The man you knew was kind hearted and sensible. His family was everything to you. Which was the biggest reason, why you gave him what you did. Because he was honest and strong.

To see these people cower by his name was strange but you thought nothing at first. Maybe there was another man with this name, a bad person.

They tried to say something to you, which you again could not understand. So you just went out of the building. Trying to find the man on your own.

How hard could it be, to find a single man in a small town? This thought should come to your demise. As you were wondering for hours trough the city and the forests surrounding it.

Until you finally came to another building. Again big, but way newer than the other building you were in. As if it just got build or was still in the process of getting build.

Before you even could get too close to it, you felt someone behind you. As you turned around, a good looking man in a suit stood in front of you. His body was cold but he looked alive.

He tried to speak to you, but weren’t again able to understand what he was saying.

Only this time, you did not even try to do the same. He felt just like the other man who tried to attack you. So you did the same to you, only that this guy was flying further away. Because there was nothing that could’ve stopped him in his track.

Finally as you broke trough the doors of this building, you could feel the man or remnants of him. But there were also other cold once, almost certainly trying to prevent you of getting further.

„Klaus Mikaelson!“, you screamed therefor out. None of the cold once moved in anymore after you called out his name.

From not far away, you could feel the man you searched from coming nearer.

It was like the first time you two met. You looked at each other so intense that the world surrounding you just vanished.

„Darling,“ he said with his silky smooth voice, so soft and warm. That your belly felt itself with it.

Without a word said, you walked up to him. Not stopping in front of him, but pressing him against the nearest wall. Kissing him, into oblivion. You missed this man so much, to see him alive and still as good looking as the day you two met, made everything worth it.

„Klaus,“ you softly moaned, as he began to grope you a bit. In front of all the others. But everything needed to get to an end, so did this.

„I need my stone back, now that the man that was trying to kill you is dead,“ you finally told him the reason why you were back.

He looked hurt but also understanding. „Im sorry love, but I don’t have it anymore.“

Before you could rain the fury of a million fairies over him, everything went to black.

#Klaus mikaelson x male reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #Vampire dairies x male reder #vampire dairies imagines #x male reader #male reader

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little-miss-buffy · 2 years ago

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👫

The five years Hope and Hayley went into hiding, Buffy lived with them and when Dawn had her baby, she would bring her to visit so Hope would have a playmate (they're a year apart). The Scoobies also visited. Oh, and Buffy bickered with Grandma Mary a lot every time the woman voiced her opinions about the Mikaelsons.

Buffy had a slayer compound built near the Salvatore school, so she went back and forth between training potentials and working at the Salvatore. She privately trains Hope (Hope asked), which meant that she went patrolling with Buffy. She's not allowed to use magic because vampires are THAT easy to kill (Buffyverse vampires).

Buffy highly approves of Landon, but to be fair, he reminds her of Xander only he's probably a lot less crude.

After Hayley died, Buffy legally adopted Hope so she could be "next of kin" in case anything happened to Klaus.

@tribridkissed

#tribridkissed

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persephonesgu · 3 years ago

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MUTHAF#KIN, KLAUS MIKAELSON!!! #LEGEND

She was always his only #Hope ❤ #AlwaysAndForever

Goodbye Legacies, Originals, The Vampire Diaries

Goodbye to this BELOVED world!!!

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Will there be Klaus swan song in the series finale?

HELL YES, there will be!!! 🔥🔥🔥😭😭🔥🔥🔥

(And, I'll take even the briefest moment....)

#AlwaysAndForever 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#klaus mikaelson #the originals #vampire diaries #legacies #hope mikaelson #swan song #series finale #goodbye #we will never forget you #joseph morgan #god teir

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anxiousnerdwritings · 4 years ago

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Hii! I love your blog! I was wondering if request are still open can you do yan!mikaelson siblings x platonic!reader

Yandere General Mikaelson Siblings (platonic)

The Mikaelsons are bad enough to deal with individually but together they're so much worse. If they're not fueling each other's own obsession or behavior then they're constantly trying to one up one another.

You won't know what privacy is after the Mikaelsons have "forced" welcomed you into the family. Whatever you alone time you once had will be nonexistent. All your time will be filled with one or all the Mikaelsons vying for your attention; whether it be Klaus insisting on painting you or just having you sit while he vents, or Elijah reading either to you or with you. Or even Rebekah dragging you out shopping with her or intruding on whatever your doing only to complain about what the others have gotten up to, or dealing with Kol trying to get you to tag along to cause whatever trouble he's aiming to stir up.

Klaus is by far the worst amongst the Mikaelson siblings. All he wants is to keep you safe and with the family, with him. If he had it his way he would lock you away and throw out the key but Rebekahand Elijah call that being immoral and cruel. You're the most important thing to Klaus, he will do anything to ensure nothing happens to you. You'll be the only one to calm his angry tantrums and talk him down from harming any of his siblings. He has such a soft spot for you, all the siblings do, but you could literally get away with anything when it comes to Klaus. You could do no wrong in his eyes unless you were to try and leave him or the family of course, but even then he could never bring himself to ever physically harm you.

Klaus is beyond possessive, delusional and clingy, he demands your constant time and attention. He is known for his very temperamental behavior and he hates to share you with anyone, especially his siblings. But he's highly hypocritical all the same, expecting his siblings to share or give up their own time with you for him but he wouldn't do the same for them, going as far as throwing a hissy fit if ever asked to.

Rebekah is also possessive and clingy, she doesn't necessarily need your attention 24/7 as long as she can be in your presence and stay close to you, she doesn't really mind. She's just as protective as her brother's, as well as petty, if someone rubs her the wrong way they're either dead or she'll surely get revenge against them. Anyone close to you is no exception.

Rebekah is another one who can be much more tolerable then Kol and Klaus. She's more empathetic and understanding of the controlling behavior of mostly Klaus and how he will go to all ends to make sure he has you by his side and as much as that annoys her, she would do the same given the chance. She loves you just as much as her brothers and she's willing to go above and beyond to keep you safe and happy. Your happiness means the world to her, she may not have gotten the chance at her own but she'll be damned if you suffer the same fate. She'll fight for your happiness and do anything to ensure it but all she asks is that you let her stay by your side and be a part of you life.

Even though she herself has been willing, more times then not, to give everything up for love, she won't stand for you doing so. She's more than willing to accompany you to live a somewhat normal, human life but when it comes to love, that's a whole other situation. Of course she wants you happy and she does but she can't accept the thought of you abandoning her for someone else, or the thought of you being happy without her. You make her happy and give her the love she's always yearned for and she's not letting someone's else have that, whether they be friends or love interests. She won't let you leave her behind.

Elijah is far more passive when it comes to you, he knows and is understanding of how you'll react to being taken and brought into the family. Klaus, Kol and Rebekah will be far more impatient to your distress but Elijah will give you the time to adjust, keeping his younger siblings at bay all the while. You'll probably grow closer to him specifically because of this fact but that won't sit well with the others, especially Klaus.

Elijah is by the far the easiest to tolerate. He's always the one to lend his ear to you whenever you have something on your mind about. He'll actually listen to your words of needing space or time for yourself, but you'll only have a limited amount of free time and he's always close by in case anything may go awry. Elijah is the most fair out of his siblings but that doesn't mean that he isn't selfish for your time and attention much like his siblings, he's just much better at getting your willingness to spend time with him then his siblings are.

Even though he is much calmer and empathetic then his siblings, at least regarding Kol and Klaus, he can still be just as cunning, ruthless and murderous as them, but with the added patience in tow. He's just as obsessive but he's more protective then anything else. He just wants to keep you safe and happy. He'll be less likely to compel you, only doing so if it's in your best interest. But your needs will always come first for Elijah, he's not afraid to go against his own kin especially if it's for you. But then again, he isn't opposed to sacrificing your own thoughts and feelings if it ensures you staying with the family, whether that's what you want or not.

Kol is the definition of unpredictable, he's a loose canon waiting to go off, especially when it comes to you. He loves when you're along for the ride to cause whatever chaos he plans to ensue, whether your willing or not, it's his way of bonding and spending quality time with you. He has absolute no shame about killing anyone in regards to you, he'll do whatever he wants as long as he gets to keep you with him.

Kol isn't one for sharing, non of the Mikaelsons are save for Elijah, it's his least favorite thing about you being part of the family. He will encourage you to run off with him and cause whatever trouble the two of you can get into, hell he may even just up and take you away from his siblings without hesitation or a care in the world. He doesn't care too much for your's or other's thoughts and feelings especially in regards to his entitled time both to you and with you.

He is possessive and delusional. He's another one who demands your constant time and attention. He'll often go on killing sprees for you, feeding from anyone and everyone who has so much as looked at or have breathed the same air as you. Sometimes he'll even bring you back souvenirs from his murderous endeavors. He expects you to praise him for his efforts and accept his gifts. He's just showing you how far he's willing to go for you. Rebekah and Elijah are the ones who will usually clean up after him and dispose of his 'gifts'.

Kol and Klaus are the ones who won't bat an eye at killing anyone close to you, let alone your own family. They both go out of their way to get rid of anyone who has interacted with you, feeling the need to prove that they're so much better than any of them.

Klaus and Kol will be the ones to push for you to be turned right away but Rebekah and Elijah will push harder for you to be, at the very least, a certain age so that you can still live a relatively normal human life for the time being until the set date. Of course if anything detrimental were to happen they would change you in a heart beat. Klaus and Kol may even conspire together or separately to change you quickly.

The longer you're human the more the Mikaelsons will be protective and hover around you 24/7. You and your safety are the upmost importance to them, they aren't going to take any risks with you involved.

All they want is for you to be with them and be a family, they're all more then willing to compel you to be willing of and accepting to the family. All the siblings in their own ways will sacrifice your true happiness and what you really want by compelling you, whether they know it or not. At the end of the day they are selfish, immortal beings who want what they want and they will do anything and everything to both get and keep it.

If Esther and Mikael ever take any interest in you or were the ones to actually bring you into the family in the first place, the siblings won't tolerate them trying to get close to you whatsoever. After what they've had to go through with their own parents they aren't going to put you through the same suffering and fear that they've had to live with and runaway from for centuries. The siblings will only be fueld all the more to protect you and to finally get rid of their birth givers for once and for all.

No one will be safe from the wrath of the Mikaelson siblings. If they feel threatened by someone then they will gladly kill that person and use any and all necessary actions to keep you safe and with them. You'll only ever be safe with your new family. They'll keep you safe and happy, at least what they consider happy. But you'll never have to fret, you're family will always be there for you, even if they are the only ones you have left.

Any and all friends and love interests will be seen as threats to the family. They don't want you being close with anyone except your new family. Your already existing family will be killed or compelled to forget about you. The siblings may even use their compulsion to have your family go against each other, breaking your family from the inside out.

They'll make sure to take very good care of you from now on, you won't ever have to worry about being abandoned or left to fend for yourself. You'll have four very capable family members to stay by your side, loving and protecting you for the rest of your soon to be immortal life.

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