#Klaus is shirtless AGAIN

[jasmineeeeeeeeesblog]

Y’all I’m klauses and Caroline biggest shipper they should’ve been end game 😔

CAUGHT

‼️SMUT‼️:p in v, masturbation, oral (m! Receiving and f! Receiving), face fucking.

Summary: You were a werewolf. You ran your pack so unfortunately living in New Orleans. You had to report back to Klaus.

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I was one of the many who had to answer to Klaus. It’s not like I hated the man personally but I know he’s done very bad things . If he needed to he would cross you in a heart beat. He’s even done it to his own family. I stayed out the way with my pack and only seen him when I had too. I didn’t want my pack to get affected because I was too selfish to go meet with the big bad hybrid. He was not that bad to me. I mean obvious Klaus things but he was actually pretty kind towards me compared to others but I think that’s just towards women. I’ve never done anything to get on his bad side. I mean who would want to try. I may be a werewolf but I’m mortal. Who I look like going against an immortal original hybrid. That’s like a death wish. I’m not that stupid. He was attractive he had blonde curly hair, a fit figure, tall, and blue eyes. He was the definition of hot but id be dumb enough to fall for him. Any girl that falls for him ends up dead or was used by him. Getting caught up with Klaus is the last thing I want to do. I walk into the compound looking for Klaus. I hear him yelling my name. Me thinking something was wrong I use my super speed from my moonlight ring and I was at his bedroom door.

The door was cracked open. I could see Klaus with his around his dick with him moaning my name. “Just like that Y/n” He looked like a masterpiece his head flew back, cheeks red, messy hair, shirtless, and with gray sweatpants on. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him right now. I move slightly and he heard his eyes shot up at me he threw the covers over himself and fixed his pants under them. I stared at him. “Oh un y/n I wasn’t suspecting you” he says breathlessly. “I thought today we had the meeting” I say. “Oh I forgot to tell you that it got canceled” he says. “Yeah I can see you were busy” I say with a smirk. His face falls down to a frown. I get down on the bed and push him back again. “Don’t let me stop you” I say. He gulps as he brings his hand to his sweatpants grabbing his dick and pulling it out. He wrapped a hand around it and started going at a slow pace teasing himself. I take his other hand and slip into my shirt and my bra. I watched him touch himself with a moan as he played with my nipple. He threw his head back with a moan. After all that shit I was talking I’m here in his bed…

He bucked his hips at his hand. He made eye contact with me. I felt my stomach getting butterflies. As I got wetter. He took my boob out of my shirt and then did the same with the other one. He pulled me up onto to him and whispered in my ear “please touch me.” His voice made me wanna go insane. I brought my hand to his dick. He moaned in my ear then started kissing my neck and touching all over of my boobs. I start stoking him at a fast pace. This big bad hybrid falling apart all because of my hand. I start kissing his neck and torso. “You’re falling apart all because of my hand” I said as I came back to his ear. “Y/n I’ll fuck the shit out of you right now don’t tease me” he says. “Who’s stopping you from not” I say with a smirk. I see his eyes turn into the gold and seeing his veins for a second then it went back to normal. He grabs my head and pushes it down to his dick. “Use you’re lips for something other than talking” he says. I slowly take his tip in my mouth licking and sucking it. He let out a groan and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down and I gagged. He took his hand off fast but I grabbed it back and put his hand back on it. He started face fucking me. His moans were driving me insane. “Y/n can I finish in your-“ he said cut off by his own moans as I start going up and down at a fast pace and sucking him as I did and licking down his dick. He finished in my mouth and I swallowed it.

He sat up and opened my lips and seen that I swallowed it. I seen him get hard again. “You’re so perfect Y/n” he said. He flipped me over onto his bed and start kissing all down me taking my shirt off and just ripping my bra. I look at him frustrated as that was my favorite bra “don’t worry love I’ll get you new ones” he said with a smirk. He was kissing and leaving hickeys all over my breast’s and stomach. He reached the hem of my leggings and looked up at me for permission. I shook my head yes. He slid my panties and leggings down and off. I was fully naked in front of him and exposed before I could even let that sink in he slipped his fingers in me. I threw my head back. “Klaus” I said with a moan. He looked up at me with a smirk as he brought his lips to my clit. His pace quickened. He soon found my g-spot and I grinded against his fingers with a loud moan. He started hitting it at a fast pace will his tongue circled my clit. My legs were shaking. “Klaus I’m about to-“ I said but my head went back as he went faster and I finished all over his fingers. He grabbed my jaw with his other hand and made me look at him as he licked my juices off his hand. I sat up and slid his sweatpants all the way off. “Someone’s needy” he says.

He pulled me into a kiss as he laid me back on the bed and pulled away as he aligned himself to my entrance. “Can I do this y/n” he says. Instead of answer him I slowly push down onto him taking some of him he then slid the rest in me. I let out a gasp. He slowly pulled out and I whined. He than went back in me hard. I brought my hands to his back and started scratching it. He started pounding into me fast and hard. “You’re such a mess for me” he said kissing me. I cried out as he hit my g-spot. I tightened against him my whole body shaking as I finished around him. He threw his head back as I squeezed him. He went at a faster pace pounding into me. We were both a mess. He started slapping on my clit. I finished around his dick for the second time as he bottomed out and finished deep in me then with a few more thrusts to ride out our highs. He then collapsed on top of me. “This isn’t done yet”he said as fell asleep. Now I was up alone this man had just made me finish 3 times in less than an hour. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life but then I realized I was just another fuck to him. I was gonna leave before he woke up so it wasn’t awkward. I waited and made sure he was asleep. I used my super speed I grabbed my leggings and threw them on and I found his jacket on a chair my shirt was teared and I’d just give his hoodie back or throw it away. I ran to the door I opened it and Elijah was there about to knock. He seen the state of the room and of me and he smirked “where are you going” he says. I just run past him he didn’t make it a thing to find me but I know he was going to wake up Klaus. He probably wouldn’t care though. How was I supposed to face him after this.

I went to the bayou where my pack was. My best friend seen me as I was and started questioning me. She could smell the hoodie it was klauses scent. She started asking questions as in what happened but I just ignored her. I hope I didn’t make klaus mad and he wouldn’t want to help my pack. I’ll just go over and apologize later. I don’t know why I left but I just didn’t wanna be there when he woke up. I get in the shower and wash off. Then I get out and his scent from the hoodie was driving me insane for some reason. So I put it back on with some shorts. It’s been a few hours and he hasn’t came angrily over yet so I think I’m in the clear until I have to see him again. He probably didn’t care that much then. I laid on my bed and fell asleep. I soon woke up to someone opening my door I shot up. It was a dark figure I could see. I checked the time it was 2am. I grabbed a random object to throw at the person. The figure turned the light on and it was Klaus I set the object down. “Why’d you leave” he says in a stern tone. “I don’t know” I say. “That’s the reason you left I wanted you to stay” he says. “Why so I could be your new fuck buddy that you just use” I say snapping at him. I don’t know why I did he could kill me at any moment. “Is that really what you think about me” he says his face softened. I shake my head slightly. He crawled onto the bed with me and sighed. He laid on top of me not in a sexual way but more in a soft way and he rubbed my hips. I rubbed the back of his hair and he laid he sighed as he fell asleep. I soon fell asleep with him feeling safe in his embrace.

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This was smut with a little fluff I thought it’d be cute

[diegosumbrella]

My observations from s4 of Umbrella Academy

I dont even wanna talk about the main plot of whatever the fuck that car crash of a season four was, but heres some plot discrepancies I noticed while watching Umbrella Academy.

!! Season four spoilers under the 'see more' !!

- Luther's unnecessary body change

It's stated so clearly in s1 that Luther never gained his body from the marigold or developed it along with his powers. When he was up on that mission on the moon, he had an accident and Pogo had to donate his blood which resulted in Luther having that monkey body we all know and love.

So as Luther drank that said marigold, why would he suddenly gain back the blood donated from pogo and the body that comes along with that..? It's as if the writers themselves forgot why he had that body. Why write in unnecessary body dysphoria for my poor baby?

- Diego's sudden appearance of ab's

Listen. I am the last fucking person to complain about a Diego Hargreeves shirtless scene, where you see his pecs quite literally bounce BUT why did he change so drastically from 'dad bod' to suddenly 'ripped'?

I read an article interview with Steve Blackman and saw a few snippets from a podcast that explained that David (Diego's actor) didn't want to gain weight for the role, which is totally understandable. But if you have an actor who doesn't want to gain weight for this role, why not just keep Diego as fit?

Due to the short six episodes, it's extremely easy to miss how Diego slowly becomes more fit as time progressed. For most, and also myself at first, that fighting scene just looked confusing as fuck. Like two episodes before, Lila was calling you 'tubby' (or whatever the fuck she said), so why do you have abs now?? Where did the dilf diego dad bod disappear to :(

- Allison's beloved Ray just leaving her

I'm not sure if i'm taking this the wrong way completely but... In the scene after Allison had given Klaus the marigold against his wishes, but also to save his life. As Klaus is calling out every member of the family, he mentions how he 'took care of Allison when Ray walked out'.

Like i'm sorry but the fuck do you mean Ray just walked out?? Why did he leave Allison if she had no powers. She'd clearly built a better life for herself and began to change her mindset for the better, compared to s3 she's drastically better.

It's never explained (probably again for the lack of episodes) and it's never even mentioned again. Like does Allison share custody of Claire with Ray? Does Claire even see her father? I have so many questions and once again, a severe lack of answers.

- Klaus breaking his five year sobriety

As much as us as an audience are aware of Klaus' addictive tendencies and his utter thirst for form of drug in the former seasons, but why establish that he's not only been sober for three entire years but he's also now a huge germaphobe just for him to ruin it in five seconds.

The main problem I had with this is the fact none of the siblings, including and most importantly Allison, had zero reaction to this. They weren't upset, angry, disappointed or fuck it even happy. They practically ignored the fact their brothers three year detox went out the window.

Five's ability to time jump

Before I get you all jumping up my arse, i'm fully aware I could discuss how they completely just fucked his character development and his entire personality as a whole for a shitty romance that made absolutely no sense but I'm gonna make a separate post on that because oh boy do I have some shite to say.

ANYWAY.

I can't even go into much detail with this one but why is it that every time five attempts to do his time jumps, he ends up in that subway but when he does it with Lila in that end episode.. he can suddenly just jump..?? normally?? Like why. Why can he now only just time jump as he used too. WHY WAS THE SUBWAY NEEDED FOR OTHER THAN FOR THAT AWFUL FIVE X LILA PLOT????

It's as if the writers couldn't come up with a way to get the brellies into that building with Ben so instead of using critical thinking and writing them breaking in, they just said 'fuck it make him time jump with Lila'. Like no I have questions??

[klausysworld]

can you do one where the reader breaks down because she feels like all her and klaus do is have sex and he doesn’t value her so he takes her out on a date to prove how much he loves her? thank you so much if you can, i know you get a lotttt of requests!!

I love you

I was currently sat in a hair salon with Rebekah, she said she was trying to make Marcel jealous so she needed her hair done, i decided i’d have mine styled too, Klaus would be more likely to notice me if i make myself prettier.

Sometimes he doesn’t really seem to pay much attention to me…he sort of just walks past, it’s kind of like i’m a ghost. Well until he’s horny and suddenly i’m the most interesting thing on the planet. If i wore something tight he’s already got his hands on me, mouth on mine and he’s telling me how much he loves me. I’m just not sure if it’s me or my body that he loves, would he leave me if he find someone better? Somebody with a little more curve to their shape? clearer skin? softer hair? maybe if i wore a little more makeup he’d be more appreciate?

“Hellooo?? Y/n you there? Hi, hey, thought i lost you for a minute there…are you okay? You’re um well you’re crying…” Rebekah’s eyes were wide and she had a tissue held out for me which i quickly took and dabbed my eyes

“no yea i’m fine sorry, was just lost in thought or whatever” she nodded but i knew she didn’t believe me, thankfully she moved on and we pretended that it didn’t happen

On the drive back home we fell into a silence which unfortunately she broke

“why were you upset earlier? You know you can tell me right? i can keep my mouth shut every now and then”

i sighed and glanced out the window silently debating whether to lie or not

“don’t lie, you know i can tell when you lie”

brilliant.

“it’s not a big deal” i muttered, i could already feel her eyes burning into my head

“it’s my stupid brother isn’t it? did he do something? say something? look whatever it is he probably didn’t think before he did it” her eyes rolled and she continued her ramble as i blanked her out and stared into space.

By the time we got back she seemed to be coming to an end of her rant

“…point is i think Marcel is lying to himself because he is so clearly in love with me” she stated as she jumped out the car. I stayed sat there for a second trying to comprehend how we went from me being upset to her and Marcel but ended up just shrugging it off and following her inside.

Later that day Klaus had come home, a brief glance my way before he made his way to his art room. I didn’t see him again until i was headed upstairs to sleep, he was already sat in the bed with his phone in hand and shirtless. Once i closed the door his head perked up and he tossed his phone to the side, a smirk forming on his face as he reached over and pulled me to sit next to him

“you look unbelievable today my love, utterly ravishing” he whispered huskily, already pinning me down so i was flat on my back and he hovering over me.

Despite the fact he was complimenting me i couldn’t help the way my eyes began to sting with tears.

His lips were on my neck and his hands sliding under my top, hips rolling against mine while i quietly wiped my eyes hoping i didn’t smudge my mascara.

“i wish i could have you like this forever” he whispered. While trailing his mouth further down my body. His eyes were focused on my breasts and hands smoothing over my thighs.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He spread my legs wide and undid the button at the top of my shorts.

“i love you” he murmured while kissing down my torso and that seemed to do it. I sniffed a little too loud, a fear tears falling as his head shot up. Eyes wide and lips parted as he quickly redid the button up and fixed my top

“love- did i hurt you? what’s wrong?” he asked quickly, his hands holding my face as he sat up both up with me in his lap straddling him. My hands swiped at my cheeks aggressively to rid the myself the tears

“nothing, you didn’t do anything, i’m sorry i’ll just fix myself in the bathroom a second and we’ll carry on” I hurriedly pushed myself off of him and rushed into the bathroom, i went to lock the door but he was already pushing his way inside.

“y/n…you don’t have to be sorry for being upset…can you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked softly moving to touch my face but i automatically took a step back which instantly made me feel bad as i watched the hurt sink into his expressions

“nothing’s wrong just go back to bed and i’ll come back in a second, you can undress yourself to pass the time” i muttered looking at the floor, the sour tone i used made me wince and shut my eyes with a sigh

“did i touch you somewhere you didn’t like or something? love you need to tell me if i’ve hurt you, i’m not going to leave you when you’re crying, i love you” He was walking towards me and i couldn’t stop from moving back

“no you don’t” i whispered as my back his the wall and he came to a halt in front of me

“what? of course i do- Y/n would you look at me, i’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do, if you want me to keep my hands to myself fine but please you can’t pretend i’m not here”

“why not? you always pretend i’m not there” my gaze returned to his, he was shocked, confused and somewhat annoyed which made me more pissed off than sad

“when have i ever acted like you weren’t there?” he asked a little harsher this time

“literally all the time Klaus! you barely speak to me, look at me, we don’t do anything together until you want me in your bed. I am not your personal whore Klaus, it’s the 21st century, if you just want a sex service you can go pay for it, heaven knows you can afford it” i could feel myself building walls back up around my heart, i wasn’t crying anymore, i wasn’t against the wall, we were in the middle of the room, i must’ve stepped forward a few times.

I waited for him to yell back, to call me a liar or to storm off but he just stood there silently, his eyes slowly softening and his brows pulling together as he took a step back to put distance between us

“y/n, i don’t think of you as anything like that…i’m sorry that i don’t pay you much attention, it’s not that i don’t value our relationship or don’t want ti be around you. I do love you, i love your body yes but i only learnt to love that after i had already given my heart to you. If you don’t want to have sex then we won’t but you have to tell me, i don’t want you saying yes because you feel like you have to, i ask for a reason. And spending more time together would be lovely but you forget that you rarely approach me either, you could join me in my art room whenever you like, i could paint you or draw you as well.”

“the only times i’ve come to your art room, you’ve painted me naked, please Klaus if you don’t actually love me just tell me i can’t do this, please don’t make me do this” i whispered, my hands now on my face as i felt the tears coming back.

Two arms were around me, one rubbing my back and another lightly scratching my scalp

“I love everything about you. I love the faces you pull when you silently judge people, i love how you deny that you do that and then gossip about it to Rebekah. I love that you throw a fit whenever there’s a spider and i have to kill it while you cling to my back, i love that you play your music unbelievably loud when you’re in the shower to drown out your own singing which isn’t as bad as you think. I love when you dress up but i also love when you wear sweatpants and a hoodie, no makeup and your hair a mess, i love the way your face rests when you sleep, the way you mutter random sentences when unconscious. I just love you”

my arms were now around his neck as i breathed him in, i wasn’t sure how much i believed him but i also knew that i loved him and he wouldn’t say everything if he didn’t mean it, he wouldn’t pay enough attention to those things if he didn’t care. If i was just there for his pleasure then he wouldn’t let me live in his house, become close to his family and do what i want.

“How about i take you out hm? We can do anything you want, we can go somewhere fancy if you’d like, a restaurant or something. Of you’d rather we stay in and eat greasy food in our pyjamas we can do that too” he offered while lifting me so my legs were around his waist while he picked out one of his tops and a some of my comfier underwear before placing me on the chair in the bathroom and pulling out the makeup wiped from the drawer

“can i think about it?” i asked quietly while he gently wiped at my face, i could see the foundation coming off on the cloth and i looked away, i had been wearing a lot more recently, and i could feel his distress as well

“of course you can, take as much time as you need” he whispered as he pulled out my pot of clay face mask. He carefully put my hair into a low ponytail and pushed the stray hairs back with the headband as he adjusted it on my head. He applied an even amount across my face before moving to take my top off, he faltered and hesitantly looked to me

“i won’t touch, i was just going to change your clothes, you can do it, i’ll wait in the other room” i grabbed his wrist before her could leave and kept him seated

“it’s fine, you can do it” i mumbled and he nodded with a small ‘okay’ before slipping my top off, eyes trained on my face as he made sure not to let the face mask on the new shirt he was pulling over my head. He then pulled my shorts and thong down my legs and into the laundry hamper before pulling the softer underwear up my thighs. He suddenly vanished before returning, now wearing joggers and a t-shirt.

“what would you like to do for fifteen minutes while we wait for this to dry?” he asked glancing at the pot to check he had the time right

“i dunno… you wanna read a book or something?” i think the disinterest if that idea was clear in my voice as my nose scrunched up

“well don’t you sound excited? Come on lets go get something to eat” He laughed as he scooped me into a bridal carry and ran at a human speed down the stairs to the kitchen making me giggle as i bounced in his arms. He spun me a few times before placing me on my feet and opening the fridge and humming

“we have…limited choices…we need to go shopping” he muttered, his voice showing disappointment as he closed the door and opened the cupboards

“biscuits? um…oh we have some chocolate, i can see marshmallows?” his head was basically in the cupboard as his hand dug around

“how’d you feel about making a hot chocolate with marshmallows for me to dip my biscuits in?” i asked with a big smile, looking at him with big eyes

“i can do that, let me just…” he shoved his entire arm to the side as he seemed to knock a bunch of things over before pulling it back out revealing the hot chocolate powder, he pulled everything he needed out before getting the milk pan out and pouring some in it. He turned the hob on and picked out two mugs.

We were now lead upstairs, my face mask had been washed off by the hybrid himself and he was now feeding me hot chocolate covered biscuits in bed.

“i think i know what we should do for a date” i told him as he stuffed a biscuit into his own mouth. He gestured for me to continue as he munched away

“well i think that- seeing as i always dress up and you turn up in jeans and a henley- that you should dress up in a tuxedo and i get to wear whatever i want, we’ll go to a restaurant for dinner and then come back and eat a shit tone of sweets for dessert, cakes, ice-cream whatever. Absolutely no sex, it’s off the table, we will watch a film and go to sleep, maybe a bath or shower if you can contain yourself around my naked body” he slowly nodded his head while he licked the remains of chocolate from his fingers

“tux, restaurant, dessert at home, no sex, bath, sleep. I can do all of those. When do you want me to book it for, and which restaurant? Also do you want to do online shopping or in store?“ he asked pulling out his phone and handing it to me, i pulled up my favourite place to eat and glanced at the dates available

“are you free Thursday?” i asked glancing at him

“i’m free any day you want” he mumbled as he ate another biscuit and i rolled my eyes, a smile pulling at my lips

“okay you wanna go at 6 or 7?”

“6, we can be there for up to an hour, takes 20 minutes to come back, we can get all the snacks together, bring the duvets downstairs and watch a film or two before having a bath and going to bed” he leaned over and clicked 6pm, we got the confirmation email and i switched over to do the online shopping

“online?” he questioned

“do you want to go in store? you hate when you get suck in the aisles because two people are chatting, a child is throwing tins of soup and an old person has left their thing in the middle” he blinked at me for a minute before smiling slightly

“i love you” he whispered, a grin now forming making me smile aswell

“i love you too”

By Thursday morning the food delivery had arrived, Klaus was filling the shelves with one hand and flipping a pancake with the other, i silently sat down at the kitchen island watching as he rushed about to grab different fruits from the fridge and cutting them up to put on top the pancakes, he quickly put some whipped cream on and some syrup before putting the kettle on. He slowly turned around placing the plate down before spinning back round to make two drinks, he was softly muttering to himself as he adjusted where everything was on the counter, still not realising i was there until he looked up. A small yelp left him as he jumped backwards making me burst out laughing

“jesus- how long have you been there!?”

“not long” i smiled and he pushed the plate towards me

“i don’t want you hungry but i also still want you hungry enough later for a luscious meal” he sat down opposite me watching intently as i took a bite of the food. To be fair it was pretty good and the pancakes had chocolate chips in them

“did you make ‘em or did you buy a mix?” i asked while covering my mouth with my hand

“made them of course, gosh who do you think i am?” he questioned dramatically with a hand over his heart

“my bad, my bad i forgot you were such a professional” he hummed and sipped his tea

“are we getting ready separately or together later?” he asked after i’d finished and we’d argued over who would wash up before Kol walked in and threw the plate on the floor declaring that it no longer mattered, Klaus made Kol clean it up.

“we can get ready together” i nodded and smiled at him slightly

“do you feel better…about everything?” he asked quietly while playing with my fingers

“i do…but i still worry that it’ll just go back to the way it was before..you know?” i looked down a little but his hands were now holding my face encouraging me to look at him

“i’m never going to treat you like that again, and if i ever were to make you feel less than you are i hope that you now feel comfortable enough to talk to me” he tone was soft but still somewhat firm while i rested my head in his warm hands

“thank you” i whispered, he leaned forward and kissed my head

“don’t thank me” he murmured

Finally it was time to leave, Klaus was very well dressed with his hair done properly and everything while i came down the stairs in jeans and a jumper, no makeup and my natural hair state.

“ready?” i asked and he practically beamed

“very much so” he whispered offering his hand for me to take

Once at the restaurant we ate, spoke about everything that had been going on in the world and payed we went for a small detour just wondering around the streets of the city. Neither of us had actually taken the time to appreciate it properly.

Once home we watched two films, my pick and then his while eating our chosen snacks before going upstairs

Klaus wasn’t sure about getting in the bath with me because he felt that id feel objectified if he looked at my body, i assure him that it was okay and we laid together for a little while, savouring the warmth of the bubble bath.

We now clung together in out bed, slowly drifting into sleep

“i love you y/n” he whispered against the top of my hair, his voice cracking slightly making me turn my head up, his eyes were glossy as he held onto me a little tighter

“i love you too…is everything okay?” i asked softly, wiping the stray tear that fell from his lashes away

“i’m really sorry you thought i was using you” he whispered and i pressed my lips to his

“it’s okay, just live in the now Nik, be happy for today, and everything that we’ve got right now”

“i love you”

“i know, i love you so much too”

[supercap2319]

more of the heretic and the originals please

"You know I get the whole training in the woods thing because it's private and away from innocent people, but did you have to take your shirts off for this?" Y/N was leaning against a tree trunk as the Original brothers came closer to him, shirtless and muscled. "Seriously, if this is a supernatural gangbang, just get it over with."

"There's that word again. I dare say you might enjoy it." Elijah said.

"Well, darling, we can make that happen for you." Kol winked.

"After you've earned it of course." Finn adds.

Klaus gave Y/N the Mikaelson pose. "What do you say, Luv? Come and get us."

Y/N nods, fangs bared as he charged the Originals.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thought: Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus The Chef

Klaus being a great cook took you by surprise.

From the moment you two started dating he always took you out to eat. He would take you to fancy restaurants that you felt borderline uncomfortable in they were so expensive. You were having fresh scallops and risotto, lobster medallions and cheeses you couldn’t pronounce if you tried a hundred times. You quickly found out that you do not like caviar.

Some days he would pick you up and take you to breakfast. That ‘breakfast at Tiffanys’ cliche? You did it and it was actually pretty good. The food was never lacking, you loved being able to try new things without your usual financial barrier, however sometimes it was nice to just stay home.

When you woke up the first morning you stayed at his place he was ready to take you to breakfast but you didn’t want to move. ‘Nik…I’ll make us breakfast later, a simple one, I’ll make you an omelette and home fries and some sausage. It’ll be a nice brunch at home after sleep, just sleep in with me for once!’ Sleeping in wasn’t Klaus’ usual kind of morning, he had stayed at your apartment many times and he was practically up with the sun. You love Klaus, everything about him and you don’t want to change him, not even the evil stuff about him…but the early morning thing was going to need to be the one thing you…tweaked about his personality.

You were totally prepared to make breakfast when you woke up an hour later feeling a little more awake. You never expected him to go back to sleep but you had hoped he would at least snuggle with you and you immediately worried he might be upset that you had turned down his breakfast plans prompting you to get out of bed. As you made it downstairs though you were greeted with your sexy Hybrid, shirtless in the low riding plaid pajama pants you had gotten him as a joke knowing he doesn’t wear pajamas, and he was cooking…you thought you were still dreaming.

‘Good morning Little Wolf. Hungry?’ You nodded, mouth still slack in shock and he chuckled. ‘You think I’ve lived 1000 years of life and not learned how to make an omelette?’

‘I thought you might be upset that I ruined your breakfast plans-‘

‘Oh, no Love, of course not!’ He put the fork down and came over, wrapping his arms around you tightly. ‘I should have known you wouldn’t want to go out every morning, I just love to treat you, you know that. We can have breakfast at home whenever you want, dinner too.’ You leaned in, kissing him and wrapping your arms around his neck before trailing your hands down his chest.

‘Can you always wear this when you make our food?’ He snorted, kissing you again harder this time before sitting you on the chair at the island.

He gave you a cheese omelette with home fries and sausage along with toast and you ended up taking breakfast back to bed, watching a movie and just relaxing for the first time while sharing a meal and that moment became one of your favorite memories. You could get used to Klaus cooking, he’s damn good at it.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

Random Thoughts

[bellemorte180]

klaus training caroline on how to fight, she gets frustrated at not being able to beat him yet, she decides to fight dirty

Klaus had one job for the last three years and that was to train Caroline how to defend herself. While that is exactly what she had hired him for, to turn her into a weapon that would never be used as a victim again, she found their sparring matches had become much more difficult, and it wasn’t just because Klaus no longer held back in their matches.

It was because he took off his shirt. 

When Caroline found herself pinned against the gym mat, his body hovering over hers and his hand gently wrapped around her throat, she silently cursed herself. His smirk was wide and infuriating; smug at the thought that he had once again beat her. It was almost as though he knew exactly what it was that had distracted her. 

“Haven’t I told you to never let anything distract you?” Klaus asked in a serious tone but Caroline could hear the smugness behind his words. He knew that it was him that had distracted her. Narrowing her eyes, Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them. Before he could do anything, Caroline mirrored their previous positions; Klaus flat on his back with Caroline’s hand wrapped around his throat. 

Klaus was no longer grinning but Caroline could see how his pupils dilated just enough and the color growing darker. Her legs were on either side of his hips, her clothed center pressing against his middle and she could feel him growing hard beneath his gym shorts. Neither said anything, but instead continued to stare at one another. Unable to help herself, Caroline began to rotate her hips slowly. Klaus moaned, his length growing harder with each movement and it caused Caroline to hiss as she ground down onto him. Klaus reached up to grab her hips, not to guide her, but to stop her.

“Caroline, what are you doing?” The question came out in a mangled breath, strained and hoarse as though he was fighting the urge to let her continue. She knew why he asked, technically she did employ him. Klaus was hired to train her and the last three years have been nothing but that. Their bodies tangled with one another into a sweaty mess that left them both unsatisfied. Having him pinned beneath her, aroused and at the breaking point, Caroline was giving in. 

“Getting distracted.” She let go of his throat only to grip the hem of her tank top, pulling it, along with her sports bra and tossed them aside. She braced her hands on his chest and began slowly dry riding him. Klaus stayed impossibly still, his hands still on her hips and simply watching her as she rutted against him, little moans slipping out from her lips.

“Fuck it.” Klaus snapped upward into a sitting position and pulled her into a demanding kiss. Caroline wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned into the kiss. Klaus pulled on her tight shorts, trying to pull them down her hips and off her. “I want these damn things off you. Do you know how tortuous it is to watch you move in those things without being able to touch you the way I want?”

“Like it's easy for me to watch you move around shirtless? It's distracting.” Klaus grinned at her response but instead of replying, he tugged at her shorts again. Caroline crawled off his lap and stood, slowly pulling the shorts and panties down her legs, allowing herself to be completely naked in front of him. His eyes ranked the entire length of her body, taking in her erect nipples and just how she squeezed her thighs together in hopes of finding some friction. He licked his lips as she lowered herself to her knees and reached for the tops of his shorts. Klaus lifted his hips, allowing her to slide them down and toss them over her shoulder, taking in just how hard and throbbing he was. She moved to place her knees on either side of his hips. She reached between them and gripped him, aligning him with her entrance. 

“No foreplay, Sweetheart?” 

“Three years of sparring with you is enough foreplay.” Caroline sank down onto him, allowing him to fill her completely. She let out a long moan, hissing at the delicious feeling of him being inside her. Resting her forehead against his, she slowly lifted herself up and slid back down. Klaus gripped her hips, helping her find a rhythm. With each thrust, Caroline picked up speed. She leaned in and kissed him, moaning into his lips as she felt the pleasure building between her legs. She placed her hands on Klaus’s chest, her fingers curling as she pushed him downwards. 

Klaus laid flat on his back again, peering up at her with a lust filled gaze. Caroline could not look away, her hands firmly on his chest and offering leverage as she continued to ride him, her soft moans and whimpers echoing off the gym walls while Klaus whispered dirty littles words of encouragement, sending her closer and closer towards the release she was chasing. 

With a smirk, Klaus reached for her hand lifting one of them off his chest and placed a kiss just on the inside of her wrist. He then placed her hand directly on his throat, just as she had when she had first flipped them over. Knowing what he wanted, Caroline squeezed his throat just enough to cause a soft hiss of pleasure to slip past his lips. Unable to contain herself, Caroline leaned down and kissed him, hard but kept her hand directly where it was. 

“A little tighter.” Klaus told her when they broke part, Caroline’s chest moved against his as she continued to ride him. She squeezed a bit harder, enjoying how Klaus moaned into her lips. “You’re such a good girl, learning so quickly. Squeeze it again.” She did and Klaus’s nails dug into her hips, helping her move fast as she searched for her release. One of his hands let go of her hip and snaked between them. He touched her clit, causing her to cry and and played with her until she was on the brink of falling over the edge. “That's it. Come on. Let go. Come for me.” 

“Klaus!” Caroline cried out as her release hit her, shattering her as she came down. Her hand curled on his throat, holding it tighter than before but given Klaus’s moans, she knew he didn’t mind. Before she realized what was happening, Klaus gripped her hips and flipped them over again. Her legs were spread wide and he was still hard inside her. He peered over her with a wild and frenzied look in his eyes. He pinned her hands above her hand, curling their fingers together and began thrusting into her. It wasn’t gentle or soft, they were harsh and frantic trusts in search of his own release. It only took a few seconds and a couple of thrusts before he was groaning loudly, spilling himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, pressing gentle kisses along her hairline. After a moment, he rolled off her and laid on his back. Caroline peered up at the gym ceiling as her heart began to slow. Klaus reached for her hand, holding it tightly as he brought it to his lips and kissed it, telling Caroline that this was not the last time he would have her like this. 

“Klaus?”

“Hmm?”

“I thought you said never to get distracted?”

[kmze]

Thoughts on 4x13-4x23 TBH I had a lot of fun watching this half! I liked Elena’s no humanity arc and I enjoyed Silas fucking around with everyone and getting inside their heads. I also liked the detours to NYC and the storybook town Katherine compelled. There is some good foreshadowing this half and it was definitely much better than the first half of S4 (at least to me) The worst part was Bonnie’s storyline because of how tragically it ended and that she wasn’t in control of herself for much of it (this season was rough for her, might be her roughest). Also everyone appears to be dumber for plot reasons (or maybe it was just Damon being put in charge too often). Thoughts below!

4x13

The way Rebekah body slammed Elena CTFU!!

Klaus is such an asshole. As much as I have enjoyed some of the Klaus and Caroline scenes this season (my feelings about them have evolved, they are a necessary evil lol) stuff like this will always turn me off about them.

This Forwood scene is both touching and heartbreaking. Caroline reassuring Tyler he did the right thing because he freed the hybrids, and calling him a leader. They’re so great.

Again it's so cruel how the show is handling Beremy in regards to Bonnie. They came back together pretty quickly, which isn't a bad thing because it shows Jeremy has been pining this whole time (which your own fault my guy). However, they are just setting Bonnie up because he's gonna die! All those shirtless muscle grazes for nothing.

Rebekah dropping truth bombs though about how everyone should shut up about taking the moral high ground.

I like that Caroline always finds a way to stay alive! She knew she could use Klaus’ feelings for her against him to cure her, and she doesn’t have to give him anything in return. Adapt or die.

4x14

I am so tired of hearing about the cure already!

These beach/forest island scenes are making me zone out, I have no idea what's going on with this plot and very ready for it to end.

Nah Klaus was being way too nice and forgiving, Tyler and Caroline needed to be quicker figuring that out.

For someone who hates Elena she sure does talk about her ALL THE TIME JFC Rebekah, get a life.

But EL OH EL at Elena trying to get Stefan back to worshipping her by talking about his feelings on being human and when she asks why he didn't tell her he says "because it wasn't about you" BURN!

I like how you can subtly tell its Katherine when she goes to bite the hunter. Elena never would have done that.

Poor Forwood :(

Klaus is so fucking delusional “you know I would never hurt you” you just did less than 24 hours ago!

4x15

Stefan and Caroline have great silent communication.

Sometimes I read Reddit against my better judgement and for some reason they all believe Stefan and Bonnie should have happened. But I’m sorry after 3.5 seasons into this rewatch Stefan doesn’t give a flying fuck about Bonnie! Whatever “friendship” people think was “ignored” does not exist! He basically told Damon to leave her on that island with a 2000 year old psychic immortal because Damon needed to use the sire bond (!!!) on Elena. Bonnie doesn’t really fuck with him either, ever since Grams died she keeps her distance more than I noticed before. I think Bonnie recognizes how much Stefan is a lying liar who lies.

I think that’s why Bonnie ultimately got closer to Damon than she ever did to Stefan. Not that she trusts Damon or even really likes him until S6, but he at least shows her who he is all the time.

Damon and Caroline do not have good silent communication lol.

The crazypants Bonnie scenes are amusing in a scary way during all this heavy stuff.

This was one of the most emotional episodes of this show ever and I mean that in a good way. Nina deserved more accolades for her performance because it’s really heartbreaking, and she does a fantastic job of switching from extremely emotional to “emotionless” humanity off.

The scene where the trio walks out of the house while it’s burning you see Damon and Elena keep walking together but Stefan stays back a bit to look at the house and gets separated from the two of them. I felt like that was foreshadowing that Stefan is going to move on and essentially leave the triangle.

4x16

Wait did Elena just imply Caroline has seen her naked!

Damon’s list of things Klaus sucks at CTFU!

I feel like Stefan always has a vervain needle in his pocket LMFAO! Phone, keys, wallet, vervain needle. It will also endlessly amaze me how often vamps get roofied by vervain needles in broad daylight and just no one cares.

The way NH!Elena stops when she sees Stefan and Caroline dancing and stomps over GREATEST MOMENTS IN TVD HISTORY! I firmly believe this is the first time we see Stefan have his more than friendship feelings for Caroline (the ones that scared him and he pushed away) and actually act on them.

OMG am I ready for Rebekah to go away already!

Klaus and Hayley have ZERO chemistry wow. They definitely get better on TO but this was painful to watch.

Personally I would have told Stefan “not my problem” re: NH!Elena but Caroline is nicer than me. She’s also still kinda falls for his tricks at this point (wait until S6 my friends).

4x17

Love the 1977 flashback mostly for the use of Psycho Killer.

KLEFAROLINE! I can’t believe this is the only episode ever that they all shared scenes at the same time.

Isn’t Shane dead?!? I can’t follow this storyline at all man.

You can always tell how bad the show is treating Bonnie by how bad her wig/hair is and right now it's getting bad again. It looked great with the curtain bangs but the full bangs are a no-go. How this show managed to make Kat Graham look NOT gorgeous on purpose is it's most heinous crime.

I think we can all agree when Klaus said “don’t underestimate the allure of darkness Stefan, even the purest of hearts are drawn to it” it was him propositioning Stefan and Caroline to have a threesome.

I’m really enjoying the NYC scenes and the flashbacks. It’s giving a different feel to the show and I like it, almost the opposite of how it made me feel in the beginning of the season. Maybe we’re transitioning with Elena again but this time it's about having no humanity and hedonism so it's like grimmy, dark and sexy. Also change of scenery once in a while is a good thing.

Klaus pushing Stefan against the tree was way more sexual than the script intended me thinks. Then Caroline rushes over, and that’s why we only got one episode of this throuple, le sigh.

Damn NH!Damon was cold blooded in the flashback with Lexi, I forgot about that.

4x18

Katherine compelling a whole town reminds me of WandaVision now.

Stefan pointing out how incompetent Damon is lol always funny (and true).

NH!Elena intimidating Katherine is GOLD! Nina is having so much fun with this arc and I love that for her.

Damon and Stefan being like “ew” at Katherine and Elijah like they both haven’t slept with her AND her doppelgänger.

Honestly the vial the cure was in did not look like a 2000 year old vial so like again, morons. Damon for some reason thought Katherine was as stupid as him and hide it in the most obvious spot.

NH!Elena is right how fucking stupid is Elijah that he trusted Katherine or believes anything she says EVER. He's just as gullible as his sister.

I’m with Elijah honestly Klaus no one cares about you being tormented, you’re the worst and this is karma. I'm also with him in regards to Rebekah and her insisting on taking the cure, you wouldn't last one day without superpowers, you're just bored and need attention.

4x19

Caroline still got the better dress lol. I do love when she uses men's affections to get herself things.

Silas appearing as everyone was a good villain for this half. Gave everyone an opportunity to play something different, plus there’s always something scary about a shapeshifter especially one that can read your mind.

Bonnie going cray-cray again but even worse her hair and this dull dress WTF?! Like they gave her prom queen but at what cost! I hope Kat burned this wig once she was free from it.

I personally feel like the Steroline prom dance affects Stefan more than Caroline. She maybe feels a little tingle after they share a look but Stefan’s reaction is way more played up. He’s the one who lowers his head like they might kiss and then the breath he takes after. My heart. Love how this becomes such an important moment in their love story, especially for him. He mentions it in his speech about loving her changed his life, and oh yeah his friggin' wedding vows!

See another vervain needle! This guy!

I'm sorry but LMFAO at Klaus talking about humanity saying mockingly "why does this always happen to innocent people" because he's kinda right! Being human in this world would be super lame with all the supernatural power and knowledge they have.

Elijah knows there's a super-powerful immortal psychic who can impersonate people wondering around and he doesn't ask for even a little bit of clarifying information when "Rebekah" says she passed his test. Also he just believes she passed his test? HOW IS HE THIS GULLIBLE?!

4x20

The first scene cracks me up in retrospect like “we three are contractually obligated to be in all episodes so here’s some random dialogue to fill that” LMFAO

MARCEL <333 you beautiful sexy ass hell man, I shall always crackship you with Bonnie Boncel4lyfe

Elijah is just as bad as Stefan when it comes to his brother, like OMG just let that man GO! Some people just don’t want to be saved man.

The Klamille scene when they looking at the painting and discussing it is really nice (plus great song). I know technically he looked at art with Caro first but like Cami actually appreciates art and Caro couldn’t really care less beyond distracting him lol.

4x21

IDK if I can believe Caroline was valedictorian… I mean I don’t think she’s dumb or not determined enough to get it but there is no way she attended enough classes to get it. Sorry show I don’t believe you.

You know Caroline is moving up in the TVD food chain when Matt turns a dig about her from Rebekah into a compliment!

Matt being the trigger for Elena made sense, he got the biggest emotional reaction out of her when she first saw him in the woods. I don’t think Damon got any real emotional reaction out of her tbh, and Stefan got some with her jealousy over Caroline and when he compared her to Katherine. This just proves Matlena should have been endgame like I’ve always said!

4x22

Stefan definitely had Caroline babysitting Elena.

Sorry but I love how everyone doesn’t even entertain the idea Elena could kill Katherine. They are like she’s 500 years old and 500x smarter than you, you will die.

Lexi’s comments are great foreshadowing for Steroline. They are ambiguous enough that they don’t say Stefan has feelings for Caroline but they don’t deny it. Lexi definitely seems to think so though and she's known him for over 100 years so...

I know Katherine and Elena have tons of reasons to want each other dead but it felt like they played it up on purpose this episode and the next one to make them fight and give Katherine the cure. It’s not OOC or anything just feels more manufactured than it needed to be.

I can’t believe they killed Bonnie! I know it’s temporary but JFC she can’t catch a break, this was an awful season half for her. Fuck Julie and Dries.

4x23

I can’t believe they had Stefan graduate LMFAO zero people believe he attended more than 2 classes this whole year.

I like how the Klaroline scene in 4x23 and the Steroline scene in 6x22 work in tandem. I used to view it as a conflict but now I appreciate how they work so well for Caroline. Two hot powerful guys promising her their heart and she gets to choose which one whenever she wants since they both gave an open timeline. It girl behavior!

I don’t think I ever zone out more than when Damon and Elena make one of their yelling love declarations of toxicity. I will never understand their appeal.

Poor Stefan. I do feel a little bad but they did hint all season he was going to be the one to move on and he knew it too. Through a rewatch it’s easy to see the hints and foreshadowing. His scene with Damon where he says he’s “not not happy for you” is great too because that’s what matters to him more in the end.

Human Katherine! Such a great storyline excited for it!

HELLO MY SHADOW SELF

Lines that made me laugh:

Rebekah: You’re like Sherlock Holmes with brain damage (she's annoying but she is funny!)

Elena: You got Lexi’d! (CRYING I swear everyone is funnier without humanity)

Caroline: I don’t know if this is your new weird way of flirting, but it sucks. (her delivery was the best part)

[mitamicah]

Random idea I got when I posted some of the käärijätober drawings to Instagram- here's a list of songs to listen to fitting each prompt I made in the challenge x'D (most will probably be Käärijä songs since ... you know x'D)

There may be some I am blanking on so feel free to suggest songs :3

Crazy (x) => It's Crazy It's Party by Käärijä (feat. Tommy Cash)

Party (x) => Cha Cha Cha by Käärijä

Tiny (x) => ???

Loud (x) => Viulunkieli by Käärijä

Warm (x) => You'll Be In My Heart by Glen Close & Phil Collins

Story (x) => I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

Soft (x) => Paidaton Riehuja by Käärijä*

Doubt (x) => Menestyt Yksilo by Käärijä

Idolize (x) => Boyfriend by Justin Bieber** OR I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill

Headbang (x) => Fantastista by Käärijä (feat. KähinaPate)

Alienate (x) => In The End by Linkin Park***

Aggressive (x) => Huhhahhei by Käärijä****

Smile (x) =>Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars*****

Attention (x) => ???

Silly (x) => Huhhahhei by Käärijä****

Hurt (x) => Decode by Paramore******

Exhausted (x) => Morgan by Käärijä

Distance (x) => Take Me To Church by Hozier*******

Surprise (x) => ???

Excited (x) => Rock Rock (Daun Lou Remix) by Käärijä********

Together (x) => Happy Birthday OR We're All In This Together from High School Musical

Sleepy (x) => Välikoulema by Käärijä

Vacation (x) => He's a Pirate by Klaus Beidet (aka the Pirates of Carribean theme) *********

Jumpy (x) => Under the Sign of Winx (aka the Winx Club theme song)

Hug (x) => ???

Celebration (x) => Punainen Marli by Käärijä

Honest (x) => Kovis by Käärijä **********

Lonely (x) => Lonely by Akon

Lightning (x) => Pokemon Theme Song

Danger (x) => Toxic by Brittney Spears

Family (x) => Welcome by Phil Collins

Notes under the line

*I know it doesn't fit that well but at least he's shirtless x'D

** I mean it is their song after all x'D

*** I was between In The End and Numb but since Jere had used the prior himself in a story I thought it would fit the best - also yes half the reason I chose Linkin Park was that Jere used it in his story so I know he'd approve x'D

**** I know HHH is here twice but since both are directly inspired by the song I couldn't NOT do it :'D

***** Mostly for the 'When you Smile, the Whole World stops and stares for a while' line :'D

****** This is the first song I think about when thinking Twilight and you know ... Jere is a vampire x'D plus he made Bojan watch the movie so that's that x'D

******* Again I was a bit at a loss since I knew I wanted something church music but not what - find it a bit silly to put Take Me to Church here then since it is very queer and actually also a diss of religion xD

******** I cannot get Jere chasing Frank out of my brain so this song it is x'D

********* Had we had the Intro that Allu plays at the concerts this would be it for me but instead I'll go for Rock Rock since that is another one where I remember him happy spinning :'D

********** I'm sorry but him talking about 'It Grow' gives me Kovis vibes x'D

[originalhybridloverfics-backup]

Ch28 Good To You

A/N: It's been ages. I've been working on this awhile. I've rewritten this chapter over and over and over and I'm still not happy with it but then again I am rarely happy with any of my chapters.

The saying 'you are your own worse critic' is very true in my case.

Anyway, I finished this chapter about a month ago and was in the middle of editing when two weeks ago I broke my laptop but I got a new one today and finally finished editing this chapter. I may not like it but I hope you guys do.

Thank you to everyone still reading even though I am the world's slowest fanfic writer.

P.S. Mistakes are all my own.

Rebekah lies on an old mattress in a poor state suffering from the werewolf bites she received previously. There is a dripping sound by her bedside as she is coming into a conscious state. She shot awake, gasping, only to look around and see a very familiar hospital in full swing; the sound of screaming patients in agony and bustling nurses and doctors attending to them; all dying from Spanish Influenza. 

She is hallucinating. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knows this. She knows she’s in an abandoned hospital in New Orleans; antique hospital beds, wheelchairs, and equipment left behind and forgotten. 

She breathes heavily and gasps with fear as she looks around, lost in her hallucination. 

Blood dripping on the floor; a man drops a bloody rag; another man sits up in bed and coughs out blood. She gasps as two doctors drop another patient onto a cot and wheel him toward the morgue. 

She slowly rolls out of the bed, weakened by the werewolf venom in her system. 

A woman’s laughter is heard echoing through the corridors.

“Who’s there?” Rebekah called out, but there was no answer. She struggles to get out of that room as quickly as possible. As she reaches the door, she plunges through it, escaping outside. 

“How the hell did I get here?” Rebekah asked herself. None of this made sense. She was at the plantation house. 

She stumbles toward the steps but before she can go any further; she is stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. She gasps and falls to the ground, only to look into the eyes of the familiar face that stabbed her. 

“Genevieve!” she exclaimed, alarmed.  

Genevieve was dead. She regretfully killed her friend long ago. 

“Rebekah, tell me you’re not leaving already. I thought we might reminisce.” said Genevieve with Malice.  

Rebekah falls unconscious. The wolf venom and hallucinations overcoming her once more. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Meanwhile, inside, Celeste looks over the body of Klaus, who is shirtless and lying on a steel bed tied down by restraints. Papa Tunde’s blade, which has disappeared inside of him, too weakens him. 

He groans and starts to stir.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

The witches have gathered together. They were trying to break free and release Monique from the hold the Originals had. 

Monique stands in the center of the witches, commanding authority.  

Elijah appears and quickly takes out three people at vampire speed. Monique is not phased but others gasp.

“Katherine, my siblings have been taken…where are they?” Elijah demanded.  

“You’re interrupting witch business..” Monique accused.  

“I don’t care.” Elijah moved to crowd her in an attempt at intimidation. 

Monique, however, stood her ground unflinchingly. 

“Monique, I recommend you give me what I want unless, of course, you’d like me to level this place and everything in it.” Elijah threatened. 

“That won’t be necessary. I have a message for you from Celeste.” She puts her hand out in front of her, performing a spell.

Elijah pulls at the collar of his dress shirt uncomfortable, he rips open the top button of his shirt to see the name ‘Theresa’ in italics tattooed on his chest. 

Monique continues as two more names appear; he rolls up his sleeve to see the familiar name Sabine.  

“To find what you’re looking for, follow the path she left behind.” Monique advised. “Fleur-de-Lis.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Rebekah lay on a hospital bed with the wooden stake still buried in her chest. She was awake, gasping in pain as Genevieve is humming and making an herb potion mixed with her blood.

“What the hell are you doing, you ruthless bitch?” Rebekah gasped.  

“Poor Rebekah, you should rest. You’re looking a little peaked.” Genevieve said with mock sympathy. She pulls the stake out of Rebekah’s chest and lets her blood drip into her potion. “Of course, that’s to be expected, given the impressive amount of werewolf venom in your system.” 

“If I weren’t so bloody sick, I’d rip your head off!” Rebekah threatened.  

“But you are sick and comforting the sick always was a talent of mine. I take care of my friends. We were friends, weren’t we?” Genevieve asked. “Of course we were.” She applies a cold cloth to Rebekah’s forehead. 

Rebekah pulled away, not wanting to feel her touch.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

New Orleans, 1919 

“There, there... “ Rebekah soothed a sick man. 

The man coughs blood on to her apron. 

“Oh... that can’t be good. You! Red!” Rebekah called out.  

Genevieve, in nursing uniform, turns to face her. Rebekah nods her over. 

“Here, try to take a sip of this.” Genevieve gives the patient a small glass of herbal remedies. The man drinks it and quiets down.

“Mmm... just like magic.” Rebekah touches her so that she realizes what Rebekah was. “But then again, what would you expect from a practicing witch?”  

“It’s a simple herbal remedy. It won’t stop the inevitable, but it should ease his pain and quiet his lungs. For a while, at least,” Genevieve told her.  

“You are quite good at this Miss... what was your name again?” Rebekah inquired.  

“Genevieve.” she answered.  

“Lovely…” Rebekah complimented. “Perhaps you could give me some pointers.”  

“Certainly, though it is a bit odd,” Genevieve commented. “A vampire serving as a nurse.”  

“Please, darling, I’m an Original Vampire. If my city is under attack from this nasty influenza, it is my duty to lend a hand. Besides, if this entire lot dies, who’d be left to eat?” Rebekah reasoned.  

“You’re wicked!” Genevieve grinned. Enjoying Rebekah’s candid humor.  

“You know, I think you and I are going to be fast friends…” Rebekah replies. “What do you say you join me at this swell little jazz joint I’ve discovered on Basin Street tonight? We can toast to the health of New Orleans.” 

Genevieve is about to say something but she catches the eye of a brunette nurse just behind them, attending to a patient. The nurse stares at her with a concerned glance. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Genevieve.  

Rebekah turns around to face the brunette nurse. “You, you should come, too. After playing angels of mercy all day, I’d say we all deserve some fun.”  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Rebekah gasps in the hospital bed. She’s alone. She rolls over and falls off the bed, landing on her feet; groaning.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Katherine opened her eyes. It was difficult. The magic induced on her made her dying human body feel weak.

She was strapped to a med table. The room was small and dark, and the place had the smell of an empty warehouse. 

She tried to listen for sounds, but there were none.

“Great.” she muttered. She pulled at her restraints, but they didn’t so much as budge. 

The last thing she wanted to do was call out to her captors, but if she was going to figure a way out of here, she needed the full scope of the situation. 

Who she was dealing with? Why she was taken? What their endgame was? 

And ultimately, if they were willing to make a deal. 

“Hello?” she called out, rolling her eyes at herself. She sounded just like those stupid girls in the horror fics of today. 

The girl calls out for the killer and then gets killed. 

She was not looking to speed up her already approaching death, thanks to the vampire cure that wreaked havoc on her body. 

When no one came at first, despite her reservations, she called out louder and louder, but no one ever came. 

She was either being completely ignored or completely forgotten about. 

Neither set well with her. It was a hit to her pride. 

She was Katherine Pierce. That used to mean something. But not anymore. Not since becoming human. She detested her situation just that bit more. 

If they were going to be so dismissive of her, why bother with taking her?

What was the point?

What was the point of anything anymore? 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah walks into the Abattoir quickly as Marcel is sending out more troops to search the city. 

“Anything?” Asked Elijah.  

“They’re putting eyes and ears out everywhere; day walkers are working every contact we’ve got. Cops, dock workers, guys in the Treme. Word is out anyone trying to earn favor with me gets a lifetime of it if they find them.” Marcel answered.  

“Good. I need a pen and paper,” said Elijah and walks away.  

Marcel followed after him. “Hey, am I taking orders from you now, or are we in this together?”  

“Pen and paper, Marcellus. Now!” Elijah snapped as he removed his jacket.  

“I want her back just as much as you do, you know... The both of them.” Marcel turns to fetch the pen and paper from the desk drawer. 

Elijah removes his shirt and calls out. “Caroline!” 

“Did you find any–” Caroline trailed off, taking in his appearance – shirtless and covered in tattoos. ”–thing? What is happening? What are you doing?” It appalled her that he seemed to think now was a time to take off his clothes.  

“I need you to make a list of these names.” Elijah told her.  

“Sabine? Elijah, what is this?” Caroline questioned. “Isn’t that the name of Sophie’s friend?”  

“I believe they represent the names of the women Celeste inhabited for the past two centuries.” Said Elijah.  

Marcel rejoins them and hands the paper and pen to Caroline.  “It’s called a Devinette. It’s old school. Kind of a riddle. Witches use them to teach their kids. Solve it and it disappears.”  

“Why?” asked Caroline. “What’s the point?” 

“Celeste forced me to make a choice between yourself, Katerina and my siblings, and now she means to mock that choice, taunting me with a childish game. The longer the game, the more they suffer. To find Klaus, Katerina and Rebekah, we need to solve this riddle.” Elijah explained. “The solution lies somewhere in these names.”  

“The name next to Sabine... Annie La Fleur. She’s the witch that was shunned from her coven just over a year ago.” said Marcel. “Never knew why, but I can find out.” 

Caroline reluctantly began writing the names down, when she much rather Elijah put his clothes back on. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Klaus still lies on the bed in an abandoned room inside the sanatorium of Fleur-de-lis as Genevieve enters; he appears to be unconscious as she touches his stomach where a nasty scar protrudes from where Papa Tunde’s blade disappeared inside of him. He opens his eyes, still in a weak state, sweating with circles under his eyes.

His eyes were filled with hate as he looks at her with contempt. 

“You poor thing.” She speaks to him gently and goes over to the hospital cart and picks up a scalpel off the tray. His eyes watch her. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help.”  

She speaks as she cuts open his stomach along the line of the red scar. She pushes up her sleeve and digs her hand into his stomach; he screams and thrashes against the restraints as she pulls out Papa Tunde’s blade; he growls at her and writhes in pain.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Elijah and Marcel go to the village where Annie lived after she was shunned; Annie La Fleur village. They are able to speak to someone who knew her. 

“Annie was a good girl. The witches did her wrong, shunning her like that; claiming she was doing dark magic; there’s no way, but they had proof,” said the man. “So she just quit and I can’t really blame her for that cause once you’ve been shunned, what’s the point in going on, you know?” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah is walking down a busy street in the Quarter on his cell phone with Caroline, explaining what happened to Annie La Fleur.

“She killed herself?” asked Caroline.  

“Yes, drowned herself in the Mississippi, to be precise; Celeste was clearly tired of the body and ready to take Sabine’s,” Elijah answered.  

“How do you know that?” Caroline questioned.  

“Because she leapt to her death from the very location Celeste and I had our first kiss,” said Elijah.  

“Poetic, I guess... in a creepy vendetta sort of way,” said Caroline.  

“All these names, these lives, stolen that Celeste might take her revenge,” said Elijah. “I suppose we have no choice but to see where they take us. Caroline, I have to go. I’ll call you back when I know more.”  

“Elijah, wait!” Caroline said. .  

“What is it?” asked Elijah.  

“Ask Marcel if he knows anything about a name on that list, Brynne Deveraux.” Caroline told him. “Sophie said that it was her family’s bloodline that put the curse on the crescent wolves, but Celeste said that she was the only one that could break it. If Brynne Deveraux was actually Celeste when she cast the spell, then maybe Celeste can still break it. Or at least we can find a loophole that will allow Davina to break it”  

“I’ll see what he knows.” Elijah told her. 

“Elijah, what do you think is happening to him?” Caroline's voice was pained. “You should have chosen him. Not me.” 

“You were going to die in that fire, Caroline, along with my brother’s children. I know we don’t always get along, but there was no choice.” Elijah hangs up before she can respond. 

Of course, Elijah wished he would have chosen Katerina, Rebekah, or Klaus instead of Caroline, but despite that, he knew he had made the right choice. Caroline was his family, too. 

He made the right choice. He was sure of it.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Caroline could not sit around and do nothing. Not while Klaus was in the hands of the enemy, not when Rebekah and Katherine were facing the same fate. 

Every cell in her body was screaming that she had to get Klaus back. There was no other option. 

His life meant more than she knew was possible.

Caroline knew her feelings for Klaus had changed. They were real and deep, but it wasn’t until they took him that she realized just how deep they were. 

She loved Klaus. She was in love with him. 

She would not rest until he knew the depth of her feelings. She wasn’t here because of the witches or because of their children. She was still here because of him. He buried himself so deep in her heart, there was no going back. He was it for her. Until the day she died, she would love Niklaus Mikaelson, the most feared, the most destructive, the most misunderstood being that has ever walked this earth. 

Caroline, needing to take action, assembled the wolves, the vampires, Davina and Stefan. All came before her. Waiting. 

“The enemies have made their move, its time to make ours.” Caroline was holding court in the compound, standing in a circle among everyone. “We can’t take this lying down. We are not push overs and we will not be victims, casualties in this war the witches are staging. Together we will put an to end to it, take back everything that belongs to us. The witches will be the first example of what happens when you underestimate an enemy with the potential to rise higher than what they believed to be possible.”

Everyone stared at Caroline. 

Stefan was surprised by how much she reminded him of Klaus at that moment, yet still sound like the girl who had become his best friend. 

The vampires and wolves cheered and chanted in agreement, her words of taking the fight to the witches and fighting back ringing true in their hearts. 

This was their city and they would defend it from anyone trying to take it from them.  

“Davina and I,” Caroline held out her hand to the younger girl and Davina took it, coming to stand beside her in the center of the circle. “Have been working together to locate the witches, Klaus, Rebekah and Katherine. We are narrowing it down. We are also working together to end the curse placed upon the Crescent wolves in the bayou.” 

The vampires broke out in an uproar. 

“Enough,” Caroline shouted, her voice thunderous. “This is no time for petty squabbles and mistrust. If we show disruption among one another, our enemies will not hesitate to cease upon and use it to their advantage. We mustn’t give them the opportunity. Unless you want to be the one to lose the battle?”

The vampires fell silent. 

“The wolves in the Bayou are now our allies and we will work with them. You don’t have to like it, but you will accept it.” Caroline continued. “Now, I need you all to work together. If not for the sake of taking down an enemy, then do it for yourselves.” 

Zach joined Caroline and Davina and addressed the wolves. “There was a time I hated vampires, didn’t trust them until Caroline. I am willing to give other vampires the benefit of the doubt because of her, and you should be willing to do the same. The witches have challenge all of us again and again. They take what doesn’t belong to them and challenge anyone who threatens their balance of power and tradition. They want to take this town for themselves and kill every other supernatural being and look at what they are capable of. They have taken two originals. If they can do that to the Mikaelsons, just think what they can do to any one of us. Aligning ourselves is the only way to put an end to their madness and end their threat.” 

The vampires were reluctant to agree with a wolf, but could see his reasoning. 

A vampire stepped forward. “What do you want us to do?”

“I want you to share the Quarter. I want you to bury the stupid feud the wolves and vampires have against each other. I want you to forget about your prejudice and do what’s best for your loved ones and for your home. I want you to come together to facedown a common enemy and you might just find we’re not that different after all. The wolves are ready to do whatever it takes for each other, and I want you to do the same. Can you do that?” asked Caroline, passionately. 

“Can you look at the wolves and welcome them? Can you put the wellbeing of others before yourself?” Caroline stepped forward, challenging. “The witches have been playing chess. It’s time we up our game and show them they won’t be taking over the Quarter if anything, they’re going to leave and the first step to achieving that is getting Klaus back and weakening them. Are you willing to put aside your differences? Will you extend your hands, call a truce, and join in a common cause?” 

Stefan watched on bated breath as the vampires stared down the wolves until slowly, each vampire took a step forward extending their hands to the wolves in the room.

Caroline shared a smile with Davina. It might not seem like much, but this was a start. A start to a new beginning. For the wolves and the vampires and hopefully New Orleans as a whole. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Klaus is now in a sitting position as Genevieve has put his black long sleeve shirt back on him; he is still weakened, sweating and in a poor state. He glares at her. “My wound isn’t healing.”  

”The amount of dark magic contained in that blade? It’s gonna take a little while,” Genevieve told him. 

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Klaus asked. “The witches back from the dead; seeking vengeance. Why show me kindness?”  

She strokes his face. “You never did anything to me. And the truth is, seeing you like this, I can’t help but pity you.”  

“Then betray the others and stand with me. I will reward you in ways you cannot possibly fathom.” Klaus told her, resisting the urge to pull back from her touch. 

“Klaus Mikaelson, offering a deal to little ol’ me? I should be flattered,” said Genevieve. “But first we need to have a talk about your sister.”  

His facial expression changes as she walks away from him. “Rebekah is of no concern to you,” he growls out, his voice rising. “If you mean to harm her—”  

“Ah, the protective brother.” Genevieve interrupts. “A shame that loyalty isn’t reciprocated. But then, I’m no stranger to Rebekah’s treachery. Something you and I have in common. Here.” She holds out the bowl that she made earlier in the company of Rebekah. “Drink. I’m just trying to help you. Heal you. Get you to see the truth that’s been right in front of you for almost a century.”  

Klaus drinks with every intention of spitting it back in her face, but Genevieve puts her hand over his mouth, tipping his head back and forcing him to swallow it; he chokes it down.  

“Your sister had an unfortunate run-in with some wolves last night. I imagine you’re tasting the venom in her blood. It’s the only way I can show you what you need to see. In her weakened state, I’ll be able to guide her down memory lane. That’s how I’m going to have my revenge. By showing you her betrayal.” Genevieve put her hand on his forehead, linking their minds. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Rebekah, in her hallucinatory state, stops in the corridor as she looks up to see Klaus standing at the other end staring at her. “Niklaus!” 

She runs toward him, passing rooms on the way; in the first room there is a young boy sitting on a table; his eyes darkened with purplish bruises holding a cloth to his mouth, coughing up blood. In the next room, a teen girl in a pink nightgown sitting in a bathtub staring at her, blood dripping down her mouth and onto her grown. In the next room, an old man hitting his chest and spurting up blood; she cringes as she passes the sign on the wall that reads ‘Crematorium’. She pushes the door open.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

1919 

Rebekah walks into the Crematorium with a smile on her face to greet Marcel; the two embrace and begin to make out. He pushed her up against the wall and put his hand on her leg. She laughs and pulls away. “Marcel have some respect.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think they mind.” He looks around briefly, indicating the bodies in the morgue they’re in, all lost to Influenza. “Did you ask Genevieve about doing the spell?”  

“I will when the time is right.” answered Rebekah.  

“Rebekah, you’ve been hanging around that witch for weeks, waiting for the time to be right. She wasn’t supposed to become your sidekick,” said Marcel. “One little spell and we can finally be together for real. What are you waiting for?”  

“She’s a sweet girl, is all. If you must know, I feel badly for using her.” Rebekah admitted. The truth was she was fond of Genevieve.  

“Then we’ll find another witch; one you don’t have to fake a friendship with. Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Said Marcel.  

“I want to wake up with you in our home, in the bed that we share.” Rebekah said, not wanting him to have any doubts about her feelings. “I want to walk down the street with you by my side so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours. I don’t want to be afraid of what my brother will do to me for loving you. If this is the only way to get it, then no, my mind hasn’t changed.”  

They kiss again as Genevieve walks into the room.  

“O-oh!” Genevieve made a sound of surprise.  

They break apart to look at her as she stands there holding bloody sheets. 

“I didn’t know anyone was in here. I’m so sorry.” Genevieve hurries out. 

Rebekah follows after her. “Genevieve!” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Rebekah opened the door leading back into the corridor to follow Genevieve. “Genevieve, wait!” 

Genevieve disappears and Rebekah is left alone in the abandoned hall.  

“I’m sorry.” Rebekah apologized.

Klaus is pulled out of Rebekah’s mind to face Genevieve. He seems amused and bored. “So this is your great betrayal? Rebekah and Marcel have been sneaking around behind my back for the better half of two centuries.”  

“Yes, against all your warnings, you’ve disciplined them for it before, had you now? Harshly from what I understand,” said Genevieve.  

“Well, I had my reasons,” said Klaus.  

“Oh, you don’t have to convince me as far as I’m concerned, you only needed one. That it suited you. Have you ever read the Old Testament, Nik?” asked Genevieve. “You see, God wasn’t powerful because he was right, he was right because he was powerful.”  

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but if the sum total of your plan was to turn me against my sister with this revelation, this will have been a wholly ineffective endeavor.” Klaus informed her.  

“You poor thing,” said Genevieve. “After a thousand years, dishonesty from your family has come to be expected. I wish that was the sum total of their treachery. Unfortunately, it’s not.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~   

Marcel’s vampires are casually relaxing at the bar called the pit when suddenly the doors fly open and a man is thrown onto the floor. Elijah and Marcel follow in behind him.

“Wh-what do you want from me?” the man asked.  

Marcel throws him into a chair.  

“Well, I assume you’re familiar with this pigsty, quite appropriately known as the Pit. See, awkwardly enough, only weeks ago a group of human beings just like yourself slaughtered many of the companions of the vampires that you see assembled before you here,” Elijah explained in answer.  

“You run the records room at city hall,” said Marcel. “We’re told the former Mayor kept a detailed record of the supernatural community. A ledger of names of witches, werewolves and vampires, specifically their death records. We need it.”  

“I-I don’t know where it is,” the man said.  

“I think we both know that’s a fib. Anyone feeling hungry?” Elijah closes the door a little so that the sunlight is not there and the vampires can come forward. 

“Oh! Ok w-wait, they moved the records after the Mayor died. They’re at the sacristy of St. Anne’s Church.” the man blurted, fear coursing through his veins.

“See? There, wasn’t so difficult, now, was it?” asked Elijah. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Rebekah is running through the abandoned corridors when she comes around the corner to face two small children. They stand before her quietly, then suddenly they let out a piercing, deafening scream. 

“Ah!” Rebekah stumbles backward.  

“Rough day?” asked Genevieve. “Oh, Becks! Those bites are looking nasty.”  

“Why make me relive the past?” asked Rebekah. “We both know how it ends.” 

“You and I both know, but I thought your brother might like to hear our story, so I linked your mind to his,” Genevieve replies. “You’re gonna show him everything.”  

“NO! NO! Please don’t do that to me. I’ll do anything.” Rebekah begged in fear.  

“It’s too late, friend,” Genevieve told her.  

Rebekah tries to attack her, but Genevieve is too strong; Rebekah grabs her head and screams in pain until she falls unconscious; Genevieve walks away, leaving Rebekah alone in the hall. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Marcel, here’s another name from our list: Brynne Deveraux. Says here she drowned herself some twenty years ago.” Elijah read off. He and Marcel were back at the Abattoir. “Do you recognize the name?” 

“Brynne?” Marcel repeated with recognition. “Yeah, yeah, we used to hang out, knock around a bit.”  

“You can spare me the details, please,” said Elijah, not wanting the hear the intimate details of Marcel’s past.   

“She used to do some spells for me now and then. Girl had power, cursed a whole pack of werewolves just because they were pissing me off.” Marcel told him. “Speaking of, what do you think Klaus is gonna do when he finds out that you left him to suffer?”

“I think Klaus would be more than understandable, seeing as I chose to save Caroline. Furthermore, let’s avoid discussing matters that are not your concern, shall we, Marcellus?” replies Elijah.  

“Oh, come on, Elijah. I got guys all over this city. You honestly think that I don’t know that Caroline had a wolf gathering with Klaus’s pack and the Crescent wolves at the plantation last night?” Marcle questioned. “Thanks for letting the house burn, by the way. Good riddance! But my question is, what does Caroline think she is going to accomplish with the wolves?”  

“Marcel, I’m aware of your history with the city’s wolves, and I assume you understand that if you lay a finger upon Caroline or any of the wolves under her protection, it will be the last thing you do on this earth.” Elijah threatened.  

“Caroline’s protection?” Marcel repeated. 

“Yes, and if you interfere with her, you will be dealt with accordingly.” Elijah warned. 

“I see I hit a nerve,” said Marcel. “And just when we were getting along.”  

“We were right!” Elijah declared suddenly. “Every name upon my flesh signifies a witch who died by her own hand. All but one. Clara Summerlin.”  

“Ring any bells?” Marcel asked.  

“None.” Elijah answered.  

“Okay, well, if she didn’t off herself, then how did she die?” Marcel questioned.  

“Influenza Epidemic of 1919.” Elijah answers and his tattoos disappear. “I suppose we have our answer, though I have no idea what it means.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Celeste heeded the warnings of the witches. She moved through the city streets, careful to blend in; she had been watching since taking her hostages, wanting to know how far Caroline, Elijah and Marcel would be willing to go for Klaus, Katherine and Rebekah. 

She had her answer. Seeing Caroline successfully leading the Quarter wolves and vampire alike in a move against the witches was eye opening. 

The blonde vampire was more of a threat than she gave her credit for. 

But more so, what really caught Celeste’s attention was Caroline’s single-minded determinedness to find Klaus.

Celeste wanted the Mikaelson’s to suffer. She wanted to break the unbreakable bond, but more than that, she wanted Klaus to suffer. 

And she knew just how to make the man wish for death.

Klaus Mikaelson, after a thousand years, finally cared about someone more than himself. What better revenge than to rip that person from him?

How would he handle knowing it was all his fault, and he was the reason for every ounce of pain he had brought onto his family and himself? 

How would he live with himself when his hands were soaked with the blood of the woman who managed to make him feel in a thousand years? 

Who was Klaus Mikaelson when Caroline Forbes is killed to punish him?

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Genevieve has an old record player sitting in a vintage wheelchair. She plays an old jazz tune. It echoes throughout the hospital corridors; Rebekah wakes to the sound. She remembers a time when it played through the jazz club she frequented in 1919. 

“NO! NO! Please!” Rebekah begged.  

Klaus hears the music as well; Genevieve enters the room. 

“Your sister’s tryst with Marcel was only the beginning.” Genevieve informed him. “You see, the burden of your condemnation was too great, and as a result, your deepest fear came to pass: that their love for each other would overshadow their love for you and turn it into hate. Nik, they conspired to rid themselves of you for good.”  

Rebekah runs down the hall until she finds the record player and smashes it against the ground, but the music still plays as she holds her head flashing back to that night in the Jazz club, bringing her memories to life in her mind.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Clara, Rebekah and Genevieve walk through the club. 

“Okay, next round’s on me,” said Clara.  

“Clara Summerlin, no!” said Genevieve. “I’ll be soused.”  

“Get it while you can – it’s the last real gin in the city!” said Rebekah.  

Clara heads to the bar. “Bartender?”  

Rebekah and Genevieve sit down at a table.  

“You’re nothing like I thought you’d be when I first met you.” Genevieve told Rebekah. “I was brought up to think your kind were, well…”  

“An abomination of nature?” Rebekah finished for her.  

“You’re anything but!” said Genevieve. “Not just you, your whole family is so... elegant.”  

Rebekah looked over to where Elijah was.   

“Yes, I agree. Elijah is quite peerless.” said Rebekah. 

“I don’t know... I mean, he’s nice and all, but if I had to go for one Mikaelson boy…” Genevieve trailed off.  

“Klaus?” said Rebekah, her eyes shining with mirth. “Genevieve, who’d have thought a saintly little witch like you would go for the bad boys? I knew we were destined to be friends!” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~   

“More gin, please,” said Clara, leaning into the bar.   

A man next to her spills his drink on her.  

“Oh!” she gasped.  

Elijah appears by her side, handing his handkerchief to her. “Please, allow me. Keep it, it’s yours.” He walks off. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“Well, there’s a load of us Mikaelsons. If you like bad boys, you’d love my brother, Kol.” Rebekah told Genevieve at their table.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Klaus appears, observing this conversation intently within his mind.

“And where is this mystery brother of yours?” Genevieve inquired.  

“It’s complicated.” Rebekah answered. “Like all siblings, we’ve had our ups and downs. Family feuds. In fact, I was thinking of reaching out to someone we haven’t seen in a very long while. I was hoping that maybe you could help me contact them. But it would have to be a surprise. No one could know.”  

“Of course. Do you want me to find your brother, Kol?” Genevieve asked.  

“Actually, I’d like you to find Mikael... our father.” Rebekah told her.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES!” Klaus shouted, refusing to believe what she was showing him.

“Don’t dismember the messenger,” said Genevieve. “Part of you must have known, suspected at least. Your father came to New Orleans in 1919 to kill you, did he not? And as the city burned, he nearly succeeded.”  

“My family and I have done some terrible things to each other over the years, but Rebekah would not call my father!” Klaus argued. “No matter how angry she was.”  

He refused to believe that Rebekah would have ever wanted to hurt him to the point she would summon Mikael, of all people. 

“It’s sweet of you to believe that, to believe in her, but by the time we’re done, you’ll know just how wrong you are,” said Genevieve grimly, looking at him with a mixture of pity and sympathy.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Caroline is typing on the computer in the Abattoir study as Elijah enters. Zach and Stefan stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. She was trying to narrow down properties owned by the witches and possible locations where the witches could be holding them.  

‘Hey, look, I found–’’  

Elijah stops her with a gesture, indicating silence. “You were right about the Deveraux witch.”  

Before she can say anything, Marcel enters.  

“Find anything about Clara, the mystery witch?” Marcel asked.  

“Not much.” Caroline answered. “She was a nurse at the Fleur De Lis Sanatorium.”  

Marcel freezes, the name a douse of cold water. 

“Recognize her?” Caroline clicks on a picture and points to her. “Top row, second from the right.”  

“No, I don’t. Marcel?” Elijah looks up and recognizes the odd behavior. “Marcel? Do I need to remind you that Niklaus, Rebekah and Katerina are somewhere suffering horribly? If you know something, talk.”  

“The Sanatorium.” said Marcel. “That’s where you’ll find them.” 

“Are you sure? How do you know?” Caroline questioned.  

“I just know.” Marcel answered.  

“How do you know?” inquired Elijah.  

“If I’m right, you need to know exactly what we’re walking into. We did something, Rebekah and I... I think the witches are trying to use it against her. It was, uh... something that you’re not gonna like.” Marcel warned. 

“Caroline,” Davina burst into the room before Marcel could say more. “This came for you.” She held an envelope in her hand. “It just appeared. Magic.” 

Caroline rushed forward and tore the letter opened, reading over the contents. She felt like her heart was being pulled from her chest. 

Caroline, you have made quite the nuisance of yourself in the Quarter. Your control of the city grows stronger with the more loyal following you gain, but that also makes you much more valuable than I first thought. 

I offer you a deal. An exchanged if you will, Klaus’s freedom for yours.

If you choose not to agree to those terms, I will make sure Katherine suffers in her last moments and that Klaus kills his own sister once he learns her secrets she shares with Marcel. 

You have exactly two hours to decide. I will be waiting at the cemetery. Come alone. 

Celeste.

Caroline looked up at the others, who watched her expectantly. “Celeste is offering a trade. She’ll let Klaus go.”

“What about Rebekah and Katerina?” asked Elijah. 

Caroline’s silence was answer enough.

“In exchange for what?” Ask Marcel. “She’s not just going to let Klaus go. She has to want something in return. So what is it?” 

“Me.” Caroline answered. 

There was an immediate protest from Stefan, Zach, and Davina. 

Elijah shook his head firmly. “Absolutely not. Niklaus would kill every single one of us. He will see it as sacrificing you. It would be the biggest betrayal in his eyes.” 

“This can’t be about me,” Caroline protested. She looked at Marcel. “Because whatever secret you and Rebekah have may very well get her killed by her own brother.” 

Elijah glared at Marcel before returning his focus back to Caroline. 

“And what of the twins?” Elijah demanded. “I want my family back, but not at the cost of other members of my family. There has to be another way.” 

“I’m sure there is.” Caroline agreed. “But we’re running out of time and if this is the way we save the people we care about, then it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.” 

“What about you?” Zach protested. “We need you Caroline.” 

Caroline took his hand and squeezed it in her own. “Do you trust me?” 

“With my life and with my pack.” He answered without hesitation. 

“Then trust me now,” Caroline said. 

Zach nodded slowly. 

“Caroline..” Stefan shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” 

Caroline silently agreed with him. She didn’t like any of this, but if it got Klaus back, that was all that mattered. 

“Are you sure about this, Caroline?” Davina asked, her own eyes unsure. 

“No, she’s not.” Elijah answered before Caroline could. “She’s letting her emotions lead her.”

Caroline glared at him. “Do not speak for me. Yes, my emotions factor into this, but I am not stupid. I am not going to walk into this blind.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing, Caroline.” Stefan stressed. “You’re handing yourself over to psychotic witches with a grudge who will do anything to get their revenge on the Mikaelson’s.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Caroline snapped. “Everything that has happened to me the last couple of months is because of them. I know what they are capable of! They stole my children and used them as nothing more than a pawn. To Celeste, we are nothing, just chess pieces on a board. worthless casualties in a war. A war she’s been waging against the Mikaelson’s for decades. I know what I am getting myself into. However, this isn’t just about Klaus, it’s about all of us.” she looked at Zach. “It’s about the wolves.” She looked at Marcel. “It’s about the vampires.” She looked at Davina. “Its about young influential witches.” She looked around at them all. “It’s about everyone who calls New Orleans home.” Her eyes finally landed on Elijah. “It is about the Mikaelson’s. Klaus’s family, and now my family.” 

“You’re right.” Elijah said. “You are family now and I will do anything to protect my family. That includes you.” 

“Family fight for each other. This family fights for each other and that is what I am going to do.” Caroline declared. “I have a plan and you have to trust me. People have a tendency to underestimate me. Don’t make that same mistake.” 

Elijah was quiet for a long time. “Your just as frustrating as my brother. Stubborn but determined.”

Caroline's lips ticked up into a faint smile. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t know what I was doing. I need you to trust me to protect our family and keep my children and myself safe.” 

“What’s your plan?” Zach asked, speaking for the first time.

“You’ll know it when the time comes.” Caroline promised. 

Zach nodded, accepting her answer, but it wasn’t enough for everyone else in the room. 

Debates and arguments continued until they were going around in circles. 

Caroline shared a look with Davina and Zach and after a moment, the latter of the three slipped from the room unnoticed by everyone but Caroline as the bickering continued. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Davina got word to Celeste that they needed to meet. She slipped out of the house with Zach and Josh. Josh kept close by while Zach was further back. 

The witches were aware that Klaus had a pack of wolves following him. What they weren’t aware of were the wolves’ loyalty to Caroline and their attachment to her as one of their own. 

If they could keep that from them for longer, they had the potential to use it to their advantage and gained the upper hand on the witches. 

“Pretty ballsy of you to come alone.” Celeste greeted, sitting next to Davina on a bench in the heart of the French Quarter. 

The streets are filled with tourist, musicians, artists, traders selling trinkets. 

“But I didn’t come alone.” She waved her hand at Josh on her other side. 

“Hi. I’m Josh.” he waved his hand in that awkward way he had, not the least bit intimidating. 

“You might as well have.” Celeste didn’t even bother looking at him. “He’s nothing but a newborn baby. Cannon fodder, really.” 

“I protest against that,” said Josh. “I am more than Canon fodder. I have talents and skills.”

“Josh.” Davina fought a smile and placed her hand on his shoulder, silently advising him to let her do the talking. 

Josh fell silent, instead leveling Celeste with his best intimidation look, which only made him look petulant. 

“I can handle myself.” Davina declared. “I don’t need protection anymore.” 

“Then why are you still with Marcel? Why do you choose vampires over your coven?” Celeste challenged. 

“I didn’t choose the vampires. I chose myself.” Davina defended. “I chose my friends. I chose Caroline.” 

“Caroline?” Celeste repeated. “What could she have possibly done for you to earn such loyalty?” 

Davina smiled. The fact that Celeste had to ask showed, she knew nothing of Caroline, of the person she was, of the loyalty and sense of friendship, family, belonging that Caroline embodied.

“She saw me.” Davina answered. 

Celeste scoffed. “Everyone sees you.” 

“No, they see Davina, the Harvest girl. Davina Clarie, the witch. Caroline sees me, Davina, the teenage girl who just wants to be free and live her life without the threat of death looming over her.” Davina argued passionately. “She sees me for me and that’s enough for her. She had no expectations, nothing more than I am willing to give. She cares because that’s who she is. She is the reason why I am here.”

“Did she ask you to meet with me? Why didn’t she come herself?” Celeste argued. “She’s using you. Can’t you see that?” 

“Caroline doesn’t use people. She couldn’t get away. I chose to come here on my own and speak for her on her behalf. Now do you want to quit trying to turn me against someone I will never betray, or do you want to hear her response to your letter?” Davina challenged. 

Celeste eyed her for a moment before finally speaking. “Very well.” 

“Caroline will agree to your terms, but she wants something in return.” 

“She will be getting Klaus back.” Celeste glared. “What more could she want?” 

“Rebekah and Katherine.” Davina answered. 

“Absolutely not.” Celeste shook her head. “Why would I agree to that?” 

“Why would Caroline agree to your terms when she is the one who will be in danger, when she will be putting her life and the lives of her unborn children in your hands?” Davina argued. “The way Caroline sees it, when she hands herself over, you are getting three lives. It is only reasonable for you to hand Rebekah and Katherine over, as well.” 

Celeste's eyes darkened. “If I say no?”

“Good luck getting to Caroline then to hurt Klaus,” Davina responded. “She’s being heavily guarded. If you want to hurt Klaus through her, this is your one and only chance.”

“Caroline knows she’s not going to make it out of this?” Celeste asked. “She’s putting the Mikealson’s before the wellbeing of her unborn children? Of herself?” 

“Do we have a deal or not?” Davina demanded. She hated the idea that Caroline’s life will be in Celeste’s hands, but she was choosing to trust that Caroline knew what she was doing.

Celeste said nothing, looking out at the busy streets.

Davina stood, prepared to walk away and tell Caroline that the deal didn’t work out. 

“Tell Caroline she has herself a deal.” Celeste said finally. 

Davina looked back over her shoulder at her. 

“She’s to come alone. I want no tricks. Or things will get out of hand very quickly,” Celeste warned.

Davina nodded and turned back around, tugging Josh with her, walking away without another word. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“Are you ready to see more proof?” Genevieve asked.  

Klaus doesn’t say anything, so Genevieve links their minds again.

“Stop.” Celeste walked into the room. “You’ve had your fun, but it ends now. There’s been a change of plans.” She smiled at Klaus. “You’re going to love this.” 

Klaus felt apprehensive. 

What exactly had this witch acting like she won? 

“It is my understanding that you spent 1000 years feeling unloved and wanting to be loved and now that you have it, I’m going to rip it away.” Celeste picked Papa Tunde’s blade back up. “After a thousand years Klaus Mikaelson finally found someone who loved him enough to give up everything for him. Caroline Forbes really is your greatest weakness.”

Klaus’ eyes filled with rage, flashing amber. “If you go near her-”

“We are well past your threats.” she stabbed Klaus through the chest with the blade. “You will know true pain with her death.”

Klaus groaned, consumed by the pain caused by the blade imbedding beneath his skin, coursing its cursed magic through his veins, everything falling away, her words haunting him, striking fear in his heart like nothing has before. Not even the threat of Mikael.  

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

“What more do you want from me? I took Klaus out of the equation.” Nadia spat out, her eyes flaring as she stood across from Sophie. “If Klaus gets free, he will kill me. My mother spent her entire vampire life running from him and now I will have to do the same, except I can’t do that because my mother is here and I need to make sure she is going to be okay.” 

Nadia knew she was screwed. She let her emotions, her need, her desperation lead her to make a reckless and rash decision. A choice that will change the course of her life.

She would be lucky if she made it out of New Orleans alive. Nadia was realistic. She knew the likely hood of that was very low. 

If Klaus didn’t kill her for what she did, his family would, or one of the many wolves that were loyal to him because of Caroline. 

“We made a deal. You help me and I’ll help you.” Sophie told her. “I will make sure Katherine pulls through this-“

“How can you when she’s not even here? The witches have her!” Nadia argued. 

“Listen to me, Nadia. She is going to be fine. I know how they think, how they work. Katherine is going to be fine. She is just a small piece on a larger board.”

Her words were not reassuring, but Nadia steeled herself. She couldn’t change what she did. She started down this road and now she had to go down it, regardless of the consequences. 

“What do you need me to do?” she asked. 

“I need you to free Hayley and kidnapped Davina.” Sophie said. 

Nadia looked at her, voice quiet, her eyes a storm. She turned to walk away. 

“Nadia!” Sophie called after her in alarm. 

“Have you lost your damn mind!” Nadia whirled around. “Hayley is under constant guard. Davina is never alone, not to mention she is one of the most powerful witches I have ever come across!” 

“I know that. Look, nothing about the path we are on is easy.” Sophie argued. “Do you think I wanted to start all of this? That I wanted to wage a war against the Mikaelson’s, against Marcel? Of course, I didn’t. Contrary to popular belief, I do not have a death wish. I knew that when I took Klaus and Caroline’s baby, that when I started a war with the vampires and witches that I was setting things in motion that couldn’t be undone. Moves that would more than likely end in my death when all is said in done and you know what, I don’t care. If all this means, my niece is alive, that she is breathing and okay. Then it will all be worth it. There is nothing I will not do for my family.” Sophie stepped forward, staring into Nadia’s eyes challengingly. “Now tell me, Nadia, can you say the same? How badly you want to save your mother?”

Nadia steeled herself. “You better save her.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Caroline walked through the cemetery, her steps certain and true. 

She didn’t so much as flinch as Celeste stepped out from a mausoleum. “You actually came alone.” 

“We had a deal. I plan to keep to it. Do you?” Caroline folded her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow at her challengingly.  

Celeste's eyes narrowed. “Are you even aware of what you are doing? The sacrifice you are making.” 

“When it’s to save someone you love, there is no price too high.” Caroline said. “A price I am happy to pay for Klaus’s freedom.” 

“Do you really love him?” Celeste’s eyes narrowed. 

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” Caroline replied, the truth in her words shining brightly in her eyes. 

“He’s a monster.” Celeste accused. 

“He’s your monster. Not mine.” Caroline said passionately. “He’s the person who made me realize I was worth more than I believed, then other people thought, that I was everything and in return he became that for me.” 

Celeste smirked. “This will wreck him. Losing you.”

“He’ll survive.” Caroline said with certainty. “He’s a survivor.”

“Could you, if your roles were reversed?” Celeste challenged, and Caroline scowled darkly.

Celeste brought two fingers to her mouth and whistled. 

Rebekah was dragged out between two witches, not conscious, Katherine was carried out unconscious in a male witch’s arms, and Klaus’ unconscious body was carried out. 

“Take them to the Quarter and leave them. I’m sure Elijah will collect his loved ones.” Celeste said. She reached for Caroline, jerking her forward by the arm. 

Caroline fought the urge to throw her off. She clenched her jaw but allowed Celeste to tug her along. 

She threw one last look at Klaus. She wanted to touch him, assure herself he was okay, but she couldn’t. 

She steps forward with Celeste and further away from Klaus. 

Praying silently. 

Not for herself, but for him. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Davina moved down the hall. Since the wolves had moved in, they had taken up one half of the abator and she had rarely ventured into their area. 

Other than Caroline, the wolves tended to stick to themselves, but she was looking for one wolf in particular.

She turned into a room. It looked like an entertainment den. There was a pool, table, couch, tv, a nook off in the corner with a bookshelf close by. 

It was filled with the wolves, all keeping themselves occupied in some way. 

However, she didn’t see the wolf she was looking for. 

“Davina, looking for something?” 

Davina turned to a female wolf, her hair was cut in a pixie cut and she was a little on the short side, with a tattoo of vines going down her neck and arm. 

Rosaline. 

“Someone, actually.” Davina answered. “I was looking for Zach.” 

“He went to the Bayou, he trying to keep an eye on the wolves there. Look out for them.” Rosaline answered. “He took a few other wolves with him. We’re supposed to switch off in a few hours.” 

Davina frowned. “Can you call him back here? I need to talk to him. It’s important.” 

“I can take you there,” Rosaline said. “C’mon.” she moved past Davina, not stopping to see if the younger girl was following. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Davina trudges behind Rosaline with some difficulty. Three more wolves followed behind her. 

Nathan, a wolf her age, offered his help when she needed, and she offered him a soft smile. 

They came to a small clearing in the bayou, Zach stood there, two more men beside him, and further out she could see the form of wolves, moving through the edges of the trees. 

Zach turned, catching their scent in the light breeze blowing in the wind. “Davina,” his eyes widened in alarm. “Is Caro-“

“She’s fine.” Davina assured him, sensing his worry. “But I need to discuss something with you on her behalf.”

Zach nodded. “Rosa, could you take over for me?”

Rosaline moved to do as he asked with a single nod of confirmation. 

Zach moved through the trees and Davina followed him, noticing the other wolves stayed behind with Rosaline. 

Zach stopped at a small cabin and sat down on the porch. Davina joined him. 

Zach was quiet as he waited for her to begin. 

“Caroline has a plan for when she hands herself over to the witches.” Davina began. 

“I figured. It’s the only reason I’m going along with it.” Zach said. “Caroline, she’s one of us. We protect our own.”

“She’s counting on that.” Davina said. 

Zach looked at her. “What’s the plan?” 

“We are the plan.” Davina told him. “We will be the ones to get Caroline back.”

Zach turned toward her. “Why isn’t Caroline telling me this?”

“She didn’t want anyone talking her out of it. She was worried you would and she can’t risk it.” Davina paused. “You see Caroline, as a member of your pack. She sees you as her family. A brother. You have the power, the influence to change her mind, and she doesn’t want that. This is something she has to do, and she is trusting us to make sure she makes it back alive.” 

Zach felt the emotion swell in his chest with the confirmation of what he meant to someone he saw as a close member of his pack, his family and, knowing Caroline was depending on him, lit a protective fire inside him. 

“Tell me everything.” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Rebekah stood with Stefan’s arm around her, supporting her as Elijah and Marcel settled Klaus into his bed. 

Davina was looking Katherine over, her daughter at her bedside. 

Zach was in the doorway, shifting impatiently. “What are we waiting for?”

“How much does he know, Rebekah?” Marcel asked, ignoring Zach. 

“Enough.” Rebekah answered, still feeling weak as the wolf venom was slowly dissolving in her system. “What are we going to do when he comes to? If he finds out we let Caroline sacrifice herself for him, there’s no telling what he will do.” 

“We go and get her back before it’s too late.” Zach growled. 

“No,” Davina stepped into the room. “Caroline had a plan and we have to follow it and trust she knows what she’s doing.” 

“I know but.” 

“Zach.” Davina sent him a look.

Zach fell silent, his jaw clenching. He knew Caroline’s plan, but not acting now was killing him. 

“Then we wait,” said Elijah. 

“And then what?” asked Stefan. “Caroline is in over her head. Look what Celeste has done so far. I imagine she will do far worse to Caroline, especially considering she is fully aware of Klaus’s obsession with Caroline. And what about the twins? If she really saw them as a threat, she could do something that would stop them from ever being born. If we wait, I see no good outcomes for either Caroline or the twins.” 

Everyone shared varying looks of concern.

Nothing about this was right, but what choice did they have right now? Their hands were tied. 

“What was her plan?” Elijah finally asked, looking straight at Davina.

Davina pursed her lips, expression grim.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah pulled up the sleeves of his shirt after asking everyone to leave the room, preparing to pull Papa Tunde's blade away. 

Rebekah, however, refused to, the guilt of her actions and what Caroline had done eating away at her. 

She was done running and the first step was facing Klaus head on and owning up to her actions. No matter the consequences. She owed Caroline that much. 

Klaus laid in the bed, unmoving, shirtless. It was convenient as Elijah plunged his hand inside his chest cavity where Papa Tunde’s blade was buried. 

Klaus gasped in pain, his back arching as Elijah gripped the blade and slowly removed it. 

It only took moments for the wound in Klaus’s chest to heal and his eyes to open. 

He looked at Elijah and then Rebekah, and then continued to look around the room, searching for one person. The witch’s words echoing in his head about Caroline. 

“Where’s Caroline?” his voice was raspy as he sat up, swinging his legs around the bed. 

“Perhaps you should take it easy, brother.” Elijah suggested, taking a step back until he was next to Rebekah. 

“Caroline?” Klaus called out, pushing to his feet. His throat burned with hunger, but it was the least of his concerns. “Caroline?”

“Nik,” Rebekah took a step forward, but Elijah threw his arm out in front of her, halting any further movement. 

Klaus looked between them. “Where is she?”

“Nikla-”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Klaus shouted, taking a step forward, his body chorusing with anger and unease. 

“She gave herself over to the witches in exchange for our freedom,” Rebekah answered, dreading his reaction. 

“You have better be lying, Rebekah.” Klaus’s eyes changed to dark amber, black veins rising underneath his skin. “Get me, Caroline.” 

“Nik,” Rebekah shook her head. “I’m sorry.” 

Klaus’ hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. “Don’t tell me you are sorry.” 

Rebekah reached her hand up to pry his hand off, but his grip was stronger and his anger was only fueling his strength further. “Nik-”

“Let her go, Niklaus!” Elijah pulled at Klaus’s arm, but Klaus did not budge. 

“Stay out of this!” Klaus snapped, his grip tightening. 

Rebekah winced, feeling the bones of her neck start to crack. “Nik, please.” 

“Let her go!” 

Stefan and Marcel were there, helping Elijah force him back, breaking his grip on Rebekah. 

“Get off me.” Klaus shoved them all back.

“Caroline being gone is not Rebekah’s fault.” Marcel said. 

“It’s all of yours.” Klaus growled out. “How could any of you let this happen?!” 

“Caroline did this for you. For our family,” Elijah interjected. 

“And you should have stopped her!” Klaus thundered.

“And you should know just as well as I do that no one can stop Caroline once she set her mind to something,” Stefan told him. “She is a force of nature.” 

“Then it shouldn’t surprise any of you that she had a plan.” Zach stood in the doorway with Davina. 

Klaus moved past everyone, stopping in front of him. “Tell me everything,” he ordered. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“How much did Genevieve tell you?” Marcel asked Klaus cautiously. 

Rebekah shifted next to him, watching Klaus, waiting for the explosion, waiting for him to punish her. 

Marcel reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.  

Whatever happened, they were in this together.

“Enough.” Klaus answered, his back to him. 

Elijah stood in the door, ready to intervene on Rebekah’s behalf. He did not get his sister back just to watch Niklaus punish her further. 

Rebekah was already wracked with guilt for Caroline, sacrificing herself for her freedom. 

“Nik, I never meant-” 

“I don’t have time to address your betrayal,” Klaus turned around, his eyes a storm of anger. “Or that you wanted me dead.”

“I didn’t.” Rebekah protested. “Nik, I-”

 “I’ve heard enough of your lies.” Klaus looked at her with disdain. 

Rebekah felt like the bug beneath his shoe with that one look. He had never looked at her like that before. It was heartbreaking. 

“None of this even matters until we get Caroline back.” Klaus growled. 

Zach stepped into the room. “Davina is working on her part. We’ll be ready to go when she is.” 

“You’re all willing to put yourself in danger for Caroline?” Klaus asked, his eyes going to the figures standing just behind him.  

Zach looked behind him as every member of his pack filed into the room behind him. Over twenty wolves stood in a line, ready and waiting. Zach turned his eyes back to Klaus. “It’s Caroline. She has done nothing but help us in any way she could. We would die for her. She is a part of this pack.”

Klaus felt a wave of gratitude, but he wouldn’t voice it not until Caroline was back where she belonged. With him. “She would never ask that of you,” he said instead. “But I will.” he looked around the room from Elijah and Rebekah to Marcel and Stefan to Zach and every wolf standing in the room. “No price is too high for Caroline’s life and make no mistake, I won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to bring her home.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

“You should really hate Klaus for your predicament. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.”

Caroline glared from her spot strapped to a table. “I care less about your opinion, Sabine.” 

“I prefer Celeste, actually.” Celeste corrected. “All these names I’ve had over the years and I still prefer the first. Perhaps it was the way it sounded on Elijah’s lips, like a declaration of love. Oh, he was a good liar. They all are. In a lot of ways, were are a lot alike.”  

“We are nothing alike.” Caroline responded passionately. 

“Aren’t we? You love Klaus so much that you willingly traded your life and the life of your unborn babies. You trust Klaus to choose you over his family. I trusted Elijah to do the same, but he betrayed that trust. Like Elijah, Klaus will always choose his family. The Mikaelson’s will always choose their unbreakable vow of Always and Forever.” 

“You’re wrong.” Caroline said. “Say what you want about Elijah or Rebekah, but you know nothing about Klaus. He has chosen me again and again and he always will choose me.”

“I hope you’re right,” said Celeste. “I’m counting on Klaus’s love for you. It’ll be the ruin of you all. Klaus will learn that Rebekah and Marcel tried to kill him and he’ll never stop until he’s had his revenge. He’ll kill Marcel. Do something horrible to Rebekah, and he’ll blame Elijah for your death when I deliver you to his doorstep after I’ve killed you. Elijah will never forgive him for Rebekah, and Klaus will never forgive him for you. Your sacrifice will ultimately pit brother against brother. And the fabled Mikaelson bond will crumble.”  

Caroline smiled. “You’re underestimating them, and more importantly, you are underestimating me.”

“I don’t think I am,” Celeste responded.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Caroline glared at Celeste and the red-haired witch, Genevieve, who joined her. 

“What’s the plan?” asked Caroline. 

“I would love nothing more than to kill you and deliver you to Klaus’s door, grey and decayed. Dead.” Celeste said. 

“Then why don’t you?” Caroline challenged. 

“Do you remember when I told you about the fate of the babies when Hayley was carrying them?” asked Celeste. 

Caroline’s eyes darkened with the reminder of Hayley’s treachery. “I remember.”

“I wasn’t blowing smoke. One of your children will be the hope for the witches, and one will be their downfall. Obviously, we want to root out the danger.” Celeste said. “Kill the poisonous weed, but we don’t wish to do the same to the hidden flower in the grass.” 

Caroline hated Celeste’s analogy, but she loathe that she was talking about killing one of her children. 

“It’s a shame then that you’ll have to wait and see which one will be your saviour and the other your reaper.” Caroline drawled. “I hope by the time you figure it out, you would have failed because you’ll be dead.” 

Celeste chuckled. “Well, we’ll have to see about that. Let me introduce you to my friend, Genevieve. With any luck, she can determine which child we need to kill. With magic, we can control which child doesn’t make it to term and when you finally give birth, we will take the one that lives and raise it to be the weapon for the witches it was born to be.”

“Stay the hell away from my children.” Caroline threatened, ice flooding her veins at the thought of anyone hurting her babies or taking them from her. 

She would not let that happen again. She would do anything to protect them. 

“Or what?” Celeste challenged. 

“Or I will rip you apart. I will scatter your pieces in the Quarter. I’ll make sure you can never be consecrated and join your beloved ancestors. Or worse. I will turn you into the very thing you hate. A vampire. Torture you repeatedly until you're begging for release, and even then, I won’t grant you the reprieve. Your life would be nothing but a series of moments of torture and true agony.” Caroline's eyes shifted, her veins protruding with the anger running through her veins. 

“Do you know who you sound like?” Celeste asked. “Like Klaus Mikaelson. He has already begun to corrupt you. When I kill you after you give birth, I will be doing you a favor. Saving you from yourself and from Klaus.”

“Go to Hell.” Caroline spat. “I rather be like Klaus than you.” 

Celeste nodded and walked away. “See you soon, Caroline.” 

Genevieve stepped forward. “I have to say I am sorry for the unfortunate part you have to play in all this. I don’t wish to harm a baby or you. You have done me no wrong, but we all have our parts to play and this just happens to be yours and mine.”

Genevieve wheeled a table over. It has a mixing bowl and a mix of ingredient bags along with a syringe and needle. 

“It’s such a shame that you are nothing but a pawn. I’m sure it takes someone truly special to earn the affection of the most feared Mikaelson.”

Caroline glared at her. “Don’t talk like you know him. You don’t.”

Caroline couldn't care less if the red head witch thought her nothing more than a pawn. 

She knew she was not a pawn. 

No, she was a Queen and her Knights, Davina, Zach, her King Klaus, would come for her. 

It was all a matter of time. She just had to play her part. She had to delay them until Klaus came for her. 

She knew with every fiber of her being that he would come for her, she always would, but more than that, she was capable of saving herself. She had a plan, and she was going to see it through.  

“Then tell me about him.” Genevieve said. “Tell me what makes him worth the sacrifice you made for him.”

Caroline's eyes narrowed. The red head seemed genuine, like she really wanted to know. 

“He’s capable of love, but when he does, it’s everything. It’s all consuming, it’s deep, it’s uncontrollable. It’s terrifying and overwhelming. It’s obsessive. He’s protective, he’s rash. He’s a monster and a villain, but not to me. For me, he’s the monster who protected me from other monsters. He’s the villain whose loved me unconditionally, without expectations. He’s the oil to my fire. He’s my other half.” 

“He makes you complete,” said Genevieve. She grabbed the syringe. 

“No,” Caroline watched her movements closely. “I don’t need a man to complete me. He understands me, he gets me, he encourages me to be who I am, and he loves me for exactly that person. He doesn’t try to change me. He’s my pillar, my person, and I am his.”

Genevieve looked at her in a new light. “Would you change him if you could?” 

“No,” Caroline answered. “He wouldn’t be Klaus. He’s complicated, complex and difficult and I accept him, faults and all.” 

Genevieve stepped forward with the syringe. Caroline jerked back against her restraints as the witch lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach, raising the syringe. 

“No, don’t.” the panic was instantaneous, a rush of fear surging through Caroline. 

“Hold still or this could be disastrous for all three of you,” Genevieve advised, settling her hand on Caroline’s slightly rounded abdomen. 

“Stop!!” Caroline was desperate to stop her. 

She felt the needle against her stomach. 

“NO!!’ 

A surge of magic collided with Genevieve. Her head and back slammed against the wall.

Caroline stared wide eyed. 

“What did you do?” asked Genevieve, pushing back to her feet. 

“Nothing.” Caroline defended. 

“You protected yourself from me with magic? How?!” Genevieve demanded.

“I don’t know.” Caroline shook her head. “I don’t have magic.” 

“You don’t, but your children do. How is it possible that you, a vampire, can use their magic?” 

Caroline stared. She didn’t use magic. She was certain it wasn’t her, but then how?

What the hell just happened? 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Elijah, Rebekah, Klaus, Zach, Marcel, Stefan and a couple of the wolves from the pack arrived outside the Sanatorium, 

“We should divide the building. I’ll start at one end, you at the other.” Elijah directed, addressing Klaus.

“No need.” Zach said. “The spell Davina did has made me like a Caroline compass. I can feel her.”

“Then we’ll follow you.” Said Rebekah. She looked at Klaus, who was eerily silent. “Nik?”

“I just need to get to her.” Klaus said, his eyes a dark amber, a rumble echoing from deep in his chest. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Outside, Celeste walks out the front of the Sanatorium. Davina and Josh were there. Waiting.

Josh tossed her back into the building before she could react, her head slamming against the stone. She crumpled to the ground in a heap, groaning. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~  

Genevieve barely got back to her feet before the Sanatorium began to shake.

Caroline edged the knife from her sleeve down to her wrist and began cutting herself loose. “I hope you didn’t have more of your coven with you.”

“What’s happening?” Genevie asked, alarmed. 

“You didn’t honestly think I would hand myself over, put my children in jeopardy without a plan, did you?” Caroline asked, freeing herself and jumping down from the table she had been strapped to. 

“I don’t-” Genevieve shook her head. 

“If you live through this, you should tell your coven to stop underestimating me.” Caroline said just as the door to the room was thrown open. 

Klaus stood there. Blood dripped down from his mouth, blood coated his hands. “Caroline.” 

Caroline couldn’t care that he was covered in blood. In all this, she had been afraid that she would never get the chance to see him again. 

She sped over, her body colliding with his. 

Klaus gripped her tightly, his bloody hands moving to cup her face as he looked her over. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Caroline shook her head. “I’m fine.” 

Klaus’s hand settled on her stomach, staining her shirt with blood. 

“We’re all fine.” Caroline pulled him back down, her mouth covering his in a heated kiss. 

A kiss Klaus gladly returned. 

Genevieve made a disgruntled sound a few feet away and Caroline could hear her moving behind her, but she didn’t care. 

“I love you.” She breathed against Klaus’s lips, shocking him. 

Klaus stilled, pulling back to look into Caroline’s eyes certain, he hadn’t heard her correctly. 

“I love you.” Caroline repeated. Needing him to hear her, believe it.

It was stupid, and it was utterly ridiculous, but hearing those words from Caroline, words before Caroline he didn’t care about, but now, hearing her say them. Knowing she meant it, it made everything he had experienced in his thousands years worth it. 

Because this, Caroline saying she loved him was everything he wanted. 

He wanted to be angry with her for trading herself; he wanted to yell and scream. He wanted to rage, but right then he couldn’t, not when all he felt was relief to have her standing in front of him. 

He pulled Caroline back against his chest, holding onto her tightly, his body curling around hers protectively. 

This was all he needed. 

Well, and his revenged but that would come in due time. For now, he was content to have Caroline in his arms again.

Nothing had ever felt more right.

[conduitandconjurer]

"You asked me to help...but I couldn't. I tried...I'm sorry." (From Viktor again, I think we're feeling the angst)

Klaus angles a long stare, affectionately dismayed, at his diminutive brother.

"V, y'know....I'm beginning t'think self-loathing is like. The biggest atupidest waste of time going."

His sigh moves his whole lanky body, in and out, expanding his lean ribcage (he's shirtless--when isn't Klaus half-naked, after all?)

"That's not to shoot you up with greeting-card positivity, but I just think...you n me have this tendency to bottle shit up. I sorta hide behind a 'take it easy maaaan' disguise, and you, you're just determined to turn your loneliness into this...like...militant self-sufficiency. Like, I know yer a fun-sized badass, I think we all do. But not everything is your fault, or even about you. Stop kicking your own ass, like. Damn."

He opens his arms, with big doleful green eyes.

"Fer your funky hippie bro? Pretty please?"

[skxrbrand]

PREV / Middenheim's Underbelly, City of the Wolf, Empire of Man

Exile or not.

Disowned or not.

The desire to spill blood was as much a part of Skarbrand as his own flesh and blood, his own claws and teeth. And when the Arena buried in within the dark underbelly of the city turned into a killing field, the Reaper fell quickly to slaughtering all who came near. Throats were torn, limbs were hacked off, men fell and screamed and were trodden on by leather and metal boots, their cries cut brutally short. This body was weaker than his true form, the many scars and cuts carved into it a testament to the fact. The Reaper bled hot ichor from dozens of wounds, crushing skulls and crunching bone with his bare fist.

He paid no heed to Klaus and Hallebjorn, the two men squaring off to begin their own confrontation. The leader of the Crimson Skulls wore a crazed, victorious expression, his skin practically glowing with the crimson light coming from his ritual wounds. Hallebjorn was fierce and stern by comparison, a cool sort of fury. His sentinels came forward to protect their lord and died to Klaus' axe, the shirtless man now full out cackling.

The sound grew deeper and as it did, the air seemed heavier, as if soured by a brooding presence. Skarbrand noticed the change before any of the brawling, slaying mortals did, halting his killing endeavors to witness the happening. Klaus' laughter had turned, malevolent mirth morphing into murderous rage. He watched the mortal's form snap and warp, the blood pooled around him crawling towards his body to offer him mass. To offer the thing he was becoming shape and solidity...

The Arena was slicked in gore, deep enough that if he dared look down, Skarbrand could see clearly his own reflection. But he was so transfixed by the thing breaking it's way into this world he did not see the other things nearer to him doing the same. Not until hot talons has seized his ankle, piercing and burning flesh. Skarbrand's roar was pained and surprised and he kicked the head off the hand's owner once it had broken the surface, killing them.

But that was only one of them. All around them, horned heads were pulling themselves from bloody pools, followed by shoulders, arms, and hands bearing Hellblades. Daemons were upon them and from the skull rune emblazoned on their brows, Skarbrand knew them as the Skaradrim, Hunters of the Blood God's most hated foes. And in that moment he knew: this had been a trap from the start.

A final roar announced the Bloodthirster's success in trespassing into the mortal realm. A soldier Skarbrand was unfamiliar with but it, too, had been of the Skaradrim from the runes and icons it wore. There was fury about the beast, but also confusion. Indignation twisted it's bestial face. He hadn't been summoned so much as drawn here, as water through a straw. Unwitting, unwilling, but all the same ready to do battle and honor the god of blood.

It looked around to the men nearest to it, those that were still alive anyway. "WHO DARES SUMMON IRA'SKARR TO THIS MISERABLE PLANE?" Demanded the beast in a bellow. All the men stepped back. All but one: Wolfborne Cult Leader Hallebjorn. Skarbrand could see a small, mirthless grin about the ginger man's face. Yes, this was definitely the God-Fractal. To stare down a Bloodthirster with a mocking grin he had to be.

Ikar'skarr of the Skaradrim levelled his axe at the Cult Magus, bearing all of it's iron-hard teeth. " YOUR PRESUMPTIONS WILL COST YOU LIFE, LIMB AND SKULL." It declared, again in a roar. Hallebjorn had said something, something too soft for the Reaper to hear, but the other Bloodthirster had heard it loud and clear. He'd heard and he'd objected, bringing down his skull-axe to pulverize the man. But it was not mortal flesh that his axe met.

The weapon rang out, a keening sound as if the being within the blade had been in agony. It vibrated violently in Ikar'skarr's grip, then shattered into metal splinters. Many of them hit the Bloodthirster, his blood host of Hounds and Bloodletters, and the men and women still alive and fighting. Hallebjorn was untouched, the air about him heavy and thick with potential. So thick it seemed to obscure him. The Bloodthirster shook off his shock and daze, looking again at the 'mortal' and knew he was anything but. He was undamaged, save his clothing, and that was when Ira'skarr saw it.

The Reaper was sure he saw the bigger daemon tremble.

Branded into Hallebjorn's chest was the Khadeium Rune. He was a warrior-sage, an unraveller of magic. The Unmaker himself come again. Flattened ears spoke of Ira'skarr's trepidation, for what was he but a being of magic? A creature of the warp, the stuff of the aethyr given a definite shape? Suddenly aware he was being watched and perhaps seeking to make up for that earlier hesitance, the Bloodthirster of the Third Host stood and swelled himself with infernal flame. Then, he opened his jaws and released terror and fury both on the Unmaker.

But Hallebjorn did not melt or crumble. Indeed, he did the opposite, the flame seeming to feed him. He grew, and grew, and grew, until he towered even over the inferno. Until he was staring down at Ira'skarr and Skarbrand both, the sole living beings before him. The men had been killed. The lesser blood daemons had been sucked away to feed the Unmaker's coming.

With Ira'skarr frozen in place, the Firstling looked to Skarbrand.

₪ YOU HAVE FOUND ME AT THE LAST. He said, bemused. A PORTION OF ME, AT LEAST.

"As you bid." Skarbrand replied.

₪ AH YES. THE PORTION OF ME CONFINED TO THE NORTH.

Skarbrand gave a growl, sliding into a combat stance. Khade chuffed.

₪ IF I WANTED YOU DEAD LITTLE DAEMON, IT WOULD BE SO. BUT YOU HAVE GRANTED HIS-AND-MY DESIRE. YOU WILL LEAVE HERE WITH YOUR LIFE.

He looked at Ira'skarr, who gave Skarbrand and Khade both the most hateful of looks.

₪ YOU, HOWEVER, WILL NOT.

The Blood Hunter roared. He leapt in the air, propelled by his great wings. Khade caught him with contempt, more than three sizes the height of the tiny Greater Daemon. He held Ira'skarr as a child might hold a struggling beetle it had caught, looking over him with interest. But then boredom and disgust wrinkled his beaked snout. He leaned in, his voice a thoughtful rasp.

₪ AH. I SEE THE GAME. YOU ARE MY BROTHER'S SON, BUT MY ENEMY'S PAWN. I SEE THE GAME, I SEE THE GAME.

Then, with a sickening crunch, he pressed his hands together, the daemon betwixt them roaring, then squealing, and finally dying as Khade crushed it flat. He leaned down, sniffing the black gore on his hands, licking at it. As he did this, ever single one on his eyes flesh upon Skarbrand.

₪ I TAKE MY LEAVE. THE SENTINELS OF THIS CITY WILL HAVE HEARD OF THIS GREAT SHEDDING OF BLOOD. THEY WILL CERTAINTLY SMELL IT. TAKE YOUR PARAMOUR AND LEAVE.

"Where are you going?" Skarbrand stepped forward, still slicked in gore.

₪ I WOULD WASH THE BLOOD OF OFF MYSELF FIRST. Was Khade's only response. He shifted back into a man, the once lightless sigil on his chest now a dim, persistent red. Then he was gone and Skarbrand was alone, the sole survivor of the great killing...

[merrilark]

Other things I liked in no particular order:

- "Claire Bear" 🥹

- The fact Diego named his first daughter after Grace!!!

- Viktor getting to be angry at Reginald

- Klaus getting to be angry with everyone

- Diego being a good dad (or at least as good as he can be; dude was trying hard)

- Klaus looked stunning as a medium (sorry the rest of it was at his expense though)

- Diego fighting shirtless... I am not immune to fan service

- Actually the entire CIA fight scene with Luther and Diego was a lot of fun

- Maybe unpopular but I liked all of the Fives; that was interesting

- Thunderbolt

- Diego and Lila falling apart was cathartic for me, sorry (until the very end, then it just hurt, but still)

- I'm also kinda proud of Ray

- Yk, even though Klaus ended up falling off the wagon again, I appreciate that he still found hope to keep trying afterward. Like, yeah, he suffered and it's still bleak for him, but that was such a huge step for a guy who had no desire to get or stay sober!! He did that for himself without needing the incentive of Dave!! Growth!!! That's huge for him

- The flashback sequence!!!!

- Some decent music tracks

- The subway working like the briefcases was cool

- THE HANDLER? A glimpse, but I love her

- Gene and Jean were very weird and entertaining

- Some of the power upgrades were fun

- Five and Lila had some sweet moments

- Claire and Allison hugging and comforting Klaus is everything to me, speaking of sweet

- Decent whump throughout

- The tone was closer to S1 and that was nice

- E1-4 had something really good going on and I think I would rewatch the season just for those episodes; tbh even E5 had points I really liked

- Despite the end, the goodbyes were really very very sweet

Everything else aside, I am very proud of Klaus Hargreeves this season. The number of times I said "GOOD for him" while watching... I think I underestimated Klaus a little. Sorry, Klaus. I'm proud of you.

[topcatsama]

My prediction for how this arc will end. 

Also, I just realized that Daniel is supposed to be under quarantine house arrest like the rest of us.

[gravity-barbie]

The moment the Hargreeves know they love you HCs

‘Part one’ (The moment you know you love the Hargreeves)

TW: Mentions of death in Klaus’

Masterlist

Luther Hargreeves

-Luther realizes he loves you fairly early on, as is easy to do when you’re as  affection starved as he is

-He’s fairly whipped over you right away but leaned more towards puppy-love in the early days

-Something of note is that he still carries a lot of insecurity, over a lot of things, but especially his mutation so he’s equally scared of repulsing you as he is smitten by you

-So he damn near has a panic attack when you accidentally see him shirtless, something he had tried so hard to avoid with all kinds of excuses and distractions 

-However he wildly overestimated your judgement, rather than treating him like the monster he feels like, your biggest concern is making sure he’s okay, taking care to assure him that it doesn’t change anything on your end, and it is impossible for Luther to not fall in love with you as you make him feel more accepted than he has in years

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego has some issues with trust and vulnerability so while internally he’s growing quite attached to you, he struggles to acknowledge it

-Though overtime it becomes increasingly hard to ignore the intimacy in your relationship, you’ve even trusted him with a lot of your own feelings or secrets

-You always patch him up when he gets injured and he starts to crave your same healing presence for his emotional wounds, often finding he wants to talk to you whenever something goes wrong

-After an especially rough argument with his siblings he seeks you out because you’re a safe space for him and is unusually receptive to your comfort and actually tells you what happened when you ask, granted attempting a casual tone

-And like you’ve tried to do multiple times, you’re able to make him feel better by him just letting you in, your understanding though optimistic by his standards advice, your emphatic assurance of his capability, your eagerness to help all warm his heart to no end and he finds it in himself to tell you he loves you

Allison Hargreeves

-Allison really likes you, but she’s kind of guarded, she carries a lot of shame and regret that leaves her navigating your relationship cautiously 

-You likely won’t notice at first as she tends to keep these kinds of things to herself, but not being as open with you as she wants to has caused her a lot of angst 

-Overtime your intuition begins to overpower her secrecy though and even if you keep quiet she’s perceptive enough to know you’re catching on, leaving the pair of you in an awkward position where you both know more than you’re saying, at least until she talks herself into being honest

-She with great stress sits you down, worrying you with comments like “You might not ever be able to look at me the same way again after this” before heart-achingly explaining the lowest moments of her life, rumoring Viktor, rumoring Claire and even rumoring someone to love her

-You’re not okay with what she’s done and you don’t pretend you are but you still take her in your arms and assure her your feelings for her haven’t changed and it’s the kindness and trust you’re still willing to offer her that makes her realize she loves you

Klaus Hargreeves

-Klaus realizes he loves you not long after you lose a loved one actually

-Once the natural instinct to think solely of you starts to ease up a little he braces himself, ready for a tough conversation he thinks is inevitable... yet it never comes

-He was sure it was only a matter of time until you asked him to conjure the person you lost, that you couldn’t possibly date a man who could commune with the dead and not pull that card at a time like this

-So he ends up asking you why you haven’t asked, because honestly as much as he didn’t want to he was ready to do it

-And when you tell him you’re willing to deal with grief the old-fashioned way because you’re not going to use him and put him through an experience he hates, your selfless consideration for his feelings makes him realize he’s in love with you

Viktor Hargreeves

-Viktor falls in love with you quite easily but that doesn’t make it any less meaningful

-You immediately catch his attention with your kindness and it’s a big factor in you two soon getting together however part of him still struggles to trust it at first

-You do however make a good case for yourself, consistently making an effort to make him feel special yet encouraging him to find other sources of validation too so he’s not dependent on you

-This pursuit is what inspires you to reach out to his siblings to invite them to his upcoming violin concert to... little success, ultimately Allison is the only person you’re able to persuade but seeing Viktor’s smile when he realizes she’s there makes you feel very accomplished 

-After the performance the three of you hang out for a bit and when you excuse yourself for a moment the conversation quickly turns to you with Allison remarking you’re a good one and telling Viktor how proud you were of him and how annoyed you were at the others for not coming, confirming Viktor’s long-held suspicion that he’s completely in love with you 

[lingeriae]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 your best not to look the man infront of you in his eyes, as you wiped away the blood on his face.

His large, veiny hands gripped the sink behind him as he continued to stare at you intensly. "How long will you keep up this silent treatment?" He asked, watching you rinse the blood out of the rag.

"Im not giving anyone any silent treatment." You answered, attempting to sound calm.

"You can barely look me in my eyes." Rubbing your lips together, you paused what you were doing. Looking over at him with drawn eyebrows, "Why do you care, Klaus?"

His eyebrows furrowed at the unusual nickname, "Klaus?"

Biting your lip, you tilted your head. "Im sorry, wouldn't wanna call you the same thing your lover does." you snapped, your gaze falling to the floor as the words left your mouth, shaking your head as you dropped the cloth.

"I should go." You whispered, moving to walk out the door Klaus's hand shooting out to grab your wrist, pulling you into him.

You didn't meet his eyes, staring at your intertwined hands. "And who is this lover you speak of?" He questioned, an amsued look on his face as he looked down at you.

Sucking your teeth at his question, you finally met his eyes. "Genevieve," you pointed out, a hum leaving his lips as if to urge you to go on. Shaking your head as you saw the amusement on his face, you tried to get your hand out of his grip which only made him pull you closer,

Your free hand landed on his bare chest, as he was shirtless, acting as the only barrier that stopped both your chest from touching.

Swallowing your eyes flickered over to where your hand was placed on his chest before flickering back up to his amused stare, "Ion think she would like us being this close." you whispered, biting your lips as his eyes fell to them at your words.

"I suppose not," His hands fell to your hips as your cheeks got warmer, "You should probably let go off me then, Nik." you suggested, his eyes dragging from your lips to your eyes at your words.

Raising an amused eyebrows as his hands on your hips tightened, "Genevieve-"

You were cut off as Klaus brought his lips to yours, a happy hum leaving your lips as you returned it. Sighing as you had to pull back for air, a huge grin on Klaus's face which had you rolling your eyes. You rose a finger infront of him as you held a straight face, "We're not gonna do that again, Genevieve will hsve your-Niklaus?!" Squealing as the hybrid scooped you up into his arms, a stern look on his face.

He dropped you on the edge of the bed, standing in between your legs as he looked down at you, your stomach fluttering at his next words.

"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

lingeriaeᵗᵐ

[johnconstantinesdick]

For Girl Genius prompts: a snap shot from the future of a class going over the heterodyne legacy. ( this is a plot bunny that's been in my mind for a while but I've had no idea on where to start)

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“Alright.” Professor Avery Cronus says, and then repeats himself, louder. It takes about five tries to get everyone in the class quiet enough to proceed, which is, honestly, better than usual. “Today’s discussion topic: the Heterodynes.” He writes the topic painstakingly on the whiteboard, and then retakes his enviable spinny chair. “I’ll start: I think most of them sucked, actually.” He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and waits for the chaos to unfold.

~~

“--They conquered people--!”

“At least they took care of their own city, which is more than you can say for most sparks!”

“--have to agree, construct quality of life has always been better in Mechanicsburg than nearly anywhere else--”

“There are only so many constructs in Mechanicsburg because the Heterodynes wouldn’t stop experimenting on their subjects!”

“Oh my god, don’t start the fucking jӓger debate again, it’s documented record from jӓgers that their transformations were always consensual--”

“How consensual can it be when the person asking you to do it is a mad spark who rules your life?!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Caroline, there are literally jӓgers still around who have talked about this.”

“...Wait, really? I thought they were all dead.”

“Caroline, no.”

~~

“What about the Dread Mistress of Mechanicsburg?” Someone finally brings up.

“Agatha Heterodyne?” Someone else asks. “What about her? I mean, we all know who she is, I don’t think anyone is arguing that she was a shitty person--”

“Isn’t there some theory that she was a fake Heterodyne, though?”

“Wait, really?”

“Oh, that would make sense.”

“No, oh my god, no, you guys are getting her confused with Zola Malfeazium, she’s the fake Heterodyne that showed up right when Agatha was making her claim.”

“Ohhhh.”

“It’s really hard to keep track of the Siege of Mechanicsburg, it feels like there’s, like, six years worth of events packed into a week or two.”

“Yeah, agreed.”

“We had a whole unit on it back in middle school, and I still can’t keep everything straight.”

~~

“STOP TRYING TO BRING THE TRUE HEIR TO THE STORM KING DEBATE INTO EVERYTHING.”

~~

“Klaus Wulfenbach could, like, get it. I don’t know why Lucrezia Mongfish decided to marry Bill Heterodyne over him--like, he’s okay looking, I guess, but Wulfenbach.”

“Wait,” The Professor says, “I need to look up pictures to see if I agree with you.”

Half a minute of googling later, there’s an inexplicably shirtless picture of Klaus Wulfenbach displayed on the two large monitors in the room.

“Yeah.” Cronus says after a moment. “Yeah, okay, I gotta agree, he’s a DILF. We’re way off topic now, though, we should circle back to Heterodynes--”

“Didn’t he manage to marry the Queen of Skifander?” Someone interrupts.

“Okay, he’s hot, but is he Queen of Skifander level hot?”

“Can we--Can we please stop debating the hotness of Klaus Wulfenbach? He’s, like, definitely a war criminal.”

“He literally was the only one enforcing laws, that’s the opposite of a war criminal--”

“Klaus Wulfenbach would definitely break the Geneva Convention.”

“THE GENEVA CONVENTION DIDN’T FUCKING EXIST--”

~~

“I would fuck a jӓger.” Someone says thoughtfully, into an unexpected lull of silence.

“Why do we need to know that.”

~~

“So, if you’ll look at my handy diagram--”

“Your drawing fucking sucks--”

“--You’ll see that, according to succession laws and several treaties, technically, the Heterodyne should be ruling all of Europa, currently.” After a moment, “Excepting Paris, because they preemptively argued their way out of it.”

“That’s presuming that Tarvek Sturmvoraus was the true heir to the Lightning Crown!”

“Again, this is not the time for the Storm King debate.”

“The Muses acknowledged him! Gilgamesh Wulfenbach acknowledged him! Agatha Heterodyne acknowledged him! He’s the best case we ever got, and since he took the position I don’t think arguing is going to change that.”

“Gilgamesh Wulfenbach and Agatha Heterodyne were married to him, of course they acknowledged him--”

“Actually, the official acknowledgement from Wulfenbach predates any kind of relationship between them significantly--I’m talking pre-time stop, here.”

“Really? How do you know? They never really went over that in my classes.”

“I read a lot of historical RPF. Those people cite their shit well.”

“Huh.”

~~

“Okay, but can we rewind and talk about Saturnus and Teodora Heterodyne? Isn’t it kind of fucked up that she was basically a hostage?”

“I mean, she killed him in the end.”

“Oh, really? I never really focused on that generation, that’s interesting.”

“Yeah, there have been some really good essays on how Teodora influenced the Heterodyne Boys into heroism, and how their parents relationship impacted them. Fascinating stuff.”

~~

“Hey, does anyone remember the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Klaus Barry Heterodyne?”

~~

“Can we take a field trip to Castle Heterodyne?”

“No. I don’t want to be liable for any student deaths. I’m an English professor, they don’t give me any spark disaster leeway.”

~~

“We’ve all seen the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Euphrosynia Heterodyne, though, right?”

“Euphrosynia Heterodyne was the coolest motherfucker on the planet and I would let her do many things to me.”

“She’d probably just kill you, my dude.”

“Yeah, but what a way to go out.”

~~

“So.” Professor Cronus says. “Ending thoughts? Were the Heterodynes good, bad, what?”

“I think they were mostly just messy.”