#Say goodbye to Klaus

[hellomagicalsouls]

✨Season Four: The Umbrella Academy✨

it's complete, it's all ready. august can't come fast enough🥳

🎬 That's a wrap baby 🎬

are we all ready to say goodbye to our favourite dysfunctional family?

hopefully all your theories turn out as right and i hope everyone enjoys it!!

im very grateful for all the friends ive made through watching this show and to have something like that is incredible!!

[milkshakekitties]

klaus in the haus at last 💥💥💥 he lives in a very popular club (got his name from the employees when he was found outside a busted dogfighting ring - klaus means "victory of the people")

[jazzellow]

I think the general consensus is that tua season 4 was pretty bad. Like they usually make weird plot choices in every season but in this season, it was all the choices lmao. I will say that I did think that ending with them all dying made sense, it’s just how they got there was like terribly constructed. They should have just focused, or at least put a heavier focus, on the Ben and Jenifer plot line. The rest of it just didn’t need to be there. It did not contribute to the bigger picture. Like, i felt like I was just waiting and waiting and waiting for the Klaus arc to actually effect the main plot, but it ended up just being just a Klaus thing. Like If we took that plot away, would it have effected the main storyline? That shit took up so much of the runtime and for what????????? Putting in filler plot when there’s only 6 episodes is so strange to me???????? Should have used that time for like five more dance sequences fr fr

[existentialpeaches22]

There is a part of me that is delighted that season 4 is coming out so late in the year - that way I can be in denial about tua ending for much longer.

On the other hand, I don’t know if I have the emotional bandwidth to handle another six months of anticipation. I may go insane.

[theconstantsidekick]

klaus got sober, finally got sober but was made a germaphobe. he was ridiculed for finally having his shit together but having weird coping mechanisms for it. then he was made to spiral again and then killed off. he got his life on track, was an exceptional uncle/second parent to his niece and then they made him sell his body for drugs and inevitably killed him off as a junkie.

luther, who was the leader, who was smart enough to be an astronaut could amount to nothing without his powers except from being a stripper. he had absolutely nothing and no one, even sloan was ripped away from him and then he, too was killed off. lonely and unaccomplished.

ben was brought back, finally alive, granted not the same ben but he wore the same face and he had a family who could annoy him into shape but he stayed a dick, became a apocalyptic monster and credited for the destruction of all the branching timelines, and died as a monster that he was so afraid of becoming.

alison got her happy life but couldn’t sustain it. her husband left her but at least she got to have claire and for that i can give credit but she remained codependent on klaus to be her passion project that made her feel better. she never learnt why that was not healthy and then died without her daughter.

diego had this beautiful life, a family that called him their own, three kids and wife who called him darling, and love and then he was made to fuck it all up because of some obsession with the CIA, in service of a romance between his wife and brother because the creator thought an old man needed some romance. he wasn’t even shown saying goodbye to his kids.

lila left behind her assassin ways, she stopped being batshit crazy and ultra suspicious to settle down with a man she genuinely and wholeheartedly loved and trusted, only to throw it all away because his younger (and yet much older) brother found her a timeline with strawberries. she was made to give up her kids, her family, her happy fucking life when all she ever wanted was to not be alone.

viktor got dealt the worst hand, always. he was abused vehemently by his father and ignored and relegated due to no fault of his own. he was made to feel ugly and broken and small but then he realised that his family loved him even if his father didn’t. he got a chance at being normal and he took it, only for it to be stripped away from him so that he could sacrifice his life for a world that was never kind to him. he was made to reconcile with his abusive father and then promptly erased out of existence.

five. my dearest boy, young man, old fool, five. he survived an apocalypse after another. fought tooth and nail to keep his family alive and well and dedicated his entire life to make sure of it. only for all his efforts to be made futile and his snark to be mellowed. he made it his life mission to keep the world safe and his family safe only for all that to be stripped away from his character and made into a lovesick fool who abandoned them during the final battle to mope about his brother’s wife not liking him back.

there were so many character assassinations this season, GoT writers would be proud of dear old steve.

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 28

Word Count- 5.6k

Warnings- swearing, references to the sexual encounters in the last chapter, violence, blood, regular stuff like normal 

The sun peeking through the windows awakens me from my peaceful dream. I raise my hand and cover my face as I remember small details: I was sitting in a forest surrounded by beautiful trees, flowers, and the scent of nature. It was peaceful. Elijah was there aswell, but his hair was longer, and the clothes he was wearing were definitely not from the century. He still looked hot, though, so props to him. 

“It appears someone slept well.”

A familiar, annoying voice makes me sit up quickly and clutch my blanket to my chest.

` “Kol! What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

Kol, who is leaning against my wooden door- wait. That is not my door. My vision quickly turns to the room around me, and I realize that none of this stuff is mine. I then notice the soft fabric that is covering my chest, and my eyes widen when I see an expensive-looking button-up. Ya, that definitely isn't mine. 

“Don’t tell me my brother made you forget last night.” 

Kol steps into the room and throws himself onto the edge of the bed and props himself up on his elbows to look at me. 

“Damn, he must’ve been really bad if he wanted you to forget,” Kol smirks to himself, “Unlike my brother I never leave a girl wanting more.”

I frown. Kol pauses. 

“Wait, I worded that wrong. What I mean’t was-”

“Brother, leave Y/n alone.”

I whip my head from Kol to his older brother, and heat instantly flies throughout my body as I am flooded with the memory of everything that happened last night. Elijah and I’s argument, our kiss, his desk…oh. OH.

I turn to look over at Elijah’s desk only to see that it is in perfect condition, not a book or pen out of place. 

“We’re just having girl talk,” Kol tells his brother, and I don’t even have to look at the younger Mikaelson to know he’s wearing a smirk. 

“Kol. Out,” Elijah’s deep voice leaves no room for objection, and I turn to Kol, who rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever, no need to get your nickers in a twist, brother. I was just coming to say goodbye.”

I frown.

 “You’re leaving?”

Kol’s smirk widens, and he stands up, “Eh, don’t get too sad, Little Doll. I’ll be back. Niklaus is just having me run a little errand for him, and I don’t feel like ending up with a dagger in my back again, so I happily obliged to help the annoying bastard. We shall keep in touch, though, don’t worry.”

I watch as Kol strolls to the door, and I call out to him.

“Be careful…and try not to hurt too many people, please?”

Kol pauses and he looks over his shoulder at me with a small smile, “No promises, Doll.”

I release a deep sigh as Kol leaves the room, leaving Elijah and me alone. 

I make myself busy by messing with Elijah’s comforter, and I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. 

“How are you feeling?”

I suck on my teeth for a moment before nodding, “Cool.”

Elijah pauses, “Cool?”

I slowly look to him and see a small, amused smile on his face, but his eyes seem to hold a bit of uncertainty. 

“Yep, cool. How are you?”

Elijah’s smile slightly widens, and he takes a step closer, “I am quite alright, Elskan. How did you sleep?”

I brush a hand over the soft fabric of the blanket covering me, “Better than I’ve slept since I was like 8. This bed is crazy comfy.”

Elijah nods, and once again, we’re both silent. 

 God, this is so fucking embarassing. 

“Are you…Do you,” Elijah pauses as he can’t seem to find the right words. 

“I’m good, Elijah. I don’t regret what happened. Do you?”

Elijah’s eyebrows quickly furrow at my question, and he comes over to the bed and sits by my legs.

“Last night was the second-best thing in over a thousand years that I have ever experienced, my love. Never will I ever regret anything when it comes to being with you; you have my word on that.”

Elijah’s words bring a smile to my face until I realize he said it was the second best. Who the actual fuck is his first?

“What was the first?”

“The first what, Elskan?”

“You just said last night was the second best thing; what was the first time?”

Elijah reaches a hand up and brushes a stray hair behind my ear, “The best thing would be the day those many months ago when I walked into that dust-filled mansion and saw the love of my life sitting before me. That moment and the way I felt when I saw you for the first time will stay with me until the Sun is nothing but star dust. 

God, what did I ever do in my life to deserve someone like him?

“You’ve really got a way with words, you know that?”

Elijah’s lips turn into a small smirk, “After a thousand years, you tend to pick up a fews tricks.”

I reach my hand up and give him a playful shove, and Elijah flinches in pain, but I know even if I was using all my strength, it would probably feel like a slight pinch to him, so he just did that to make me feel good. 

We smile at each other until a thought comes to my mind, and I reach my hand up to my neck, expecting to feel bite marks, but I feel nothing. 

“I healed you whilst you were sleeping,” Elijah comments, and I nod slowly and look at the clothes I’m wearing.

“And put me in your clothes?”

“When you were in the bath, you started falling asleep, so I helped you out, and you tried dressing yourself, but you were too tired, so I helped you, and I-”

“It’s cool, Lijah. I mean, you’ve already seen me…y’know.”

Elijah clears his throat, and I see a tint of pink cover his cheeks. I can’t help it as I reach a finger up and trace it over his face.

Elijah’s eyes don’t leave my face as I admire his.

“I like it when you do that.”

Elijah’s eyebrows furrow slightly, “Do what, my Love?”

It’s my turn to smirk, “Blush. I like it when you blush.”

Elijah’s face drops slightly, “I do not blush.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Elskan, I do not.”

“What happened to you not lying to me,” I give him a sarcastic smile. 

Elijah’s eyes roll. This bitch just rolled his eyes at me. 

“Are you hungry?”

I give him a deadpan look, “Nice subject change, Suit and Tie.” 

Elijah gives me a look and then stands up, fixes his already perfect suit, and then reaches his hand out for me. 

“Fine. But I want waffles.”

—

“You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Elijah looks up from the bowl of waffle mix and gives me a look, “I have been alive for a long time, Elskan. I am not completely terrible in the kitchen, but I must say I’m not so used to making waffles,” He pours out some batter into the fry pan and smiles at me.

“Then what do you like making?”

I spin in the stool I’m sitting in at the counter in the Mikaelson’s expensive ass kitchen. 

“French food is a personal favorite of mine. One of my personal favorite dishes is Lamb Shank Navarin; the way the lamb melts in your mouth is beautiful. Do you like lamb?”

I shrug, “Never had it.”

Elijah hums, and he reaches into a drawer and grabs a spatula, “I’ll have to make it for you soon then.”

I give him a smile, “I’d like that.”

“Ah, if it isn’t the happy couple.”

I spin in my chair and freeze when I make eye contact with Klaus. 

“Niklaus, how can we help you?”

Klaus shrugs dramatically as he makes his way into the kitchen, “Just wanted to check in on my dear older brother and my lovely soulmate,” Klaus saunters over to the stool next to me and places himself on it, and I side-eye Elijah, who shakes his head at his brother. 

All three of us sit there in silence as tension fills the environment. 

I look over and see Klaus glaring daggers at his older brother, pun not intended. Elijah looks at his younger brother as he begins plating my waffles and almost glares at him. I watch silently as Klaus’s eyes narrow slightly. 

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you two?”

Both Klaus and Elijah look at me, and Klaus gives Elijah a nasty smile. Elijah walks around the island and places a plate of waffles covered in strawberries and syrup. 

These two are going to ruin my lovely breakfast, aren’t they?

“Oh, nothing is wrong, my little Muse,” Klaus smiles at me, but something in it unsettles me, “Why would it be? I mean, I had a nice night, finished a painting I had been working on for some time now,” Klaus then turns to Elijah, “How was your night, brother?”

Elijah, who now stands back near the stove, taps his index finger on the counter as he stares wordlessly at his brother. 

“Brother, I suggest you be very careful about what you say next,” Elijah’s words come out slow and careful. 

“What the hell are you to gabbing about?!”

Klaus and Elijah don’t respond, too busy with their stare-off.

“Ok, whatever, I’m not going to let you two wankers ruin my waffles.”

With that, I pick up my plate and walk out of the kitchen. 

—

I walk through the long halls of the Mikaelson’s house, munching on my waffles and glancing at the artwork. 

“Y/n!”

I whip around, almost dropping my waffles, but thankfully, I don’t.

Sage stands behind me in nothing but a long men's shirt, a shirt I’m guessing is from Finn. 

“Oh, hi, Sage. Morning.”

Sage gives me a small bashful smile as she pushes down the shirt she’s wearing. 

“I heard you walking by and just wanted to thank you again for everything.”

I smile at her, “It’s not like I did much, but you’re welcome.”

“I’ve never been more happy in my life. I never thought I’d see my Finn again, but I never gave up hope.”

My heart warms at her words, “I’m happy for you, Sage, truly.”

“Sage, my soul, are you coming back to be- Oh, Y/n.” 

Finn and I make eye contact, and I inhale as I realize all he has covering himself is a white sheet. 

Finn notices this and quickly hides his bottom half behind the door to what must be his room. 

“Uh, morning, Finn,” I nod awkwardly at him.

“You as well, Y/n,” He gives me an awkward smile, and we both stay quiet for a minute until Sage lets out a small laugh.

“Well, we’re going to go back to bed, I’m quite tired. I’m sure you are too,” Sage gives me a knowing look, and I frown.

“What’s the look for?”

Sage and Finn eye each other at my question and then both give me an “Are you serious?” look. 

“What?!” Finn shakes his head, “I’m not doing this,” and then walks back into his room.

“Sage, what is going on?”

Sage clears her throat and smiles at me, “Y/n, sweetheart, you’re in a house full of vampires with super hearing, which means they can hear everything. Like everything.”

What the hell is she talking ab- ohhhh. Oh. Oh no. 

“So you’ve got it now? Don’t even worry about it, love. You two are soulmates; everyone knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

Sage’s words don’t calm me down or stop the embarrassment that is flowing through me. 

Why the fuck did I not think that they would hear me? They. OH FUCK ME KLAUS!

“Shit, I’ve got to go,” I tighten y grip on my waffles and run down the hallway.

That’s why Klaus was so Klaus this morning.

 HE HEARD HIS BROTHER GOING DOWN ON ME.

I run towards the living room and open the door and-

“WHAT THE FUCK REBEKAH?!” The sound of glass shattering fills my ears, and I realize I’ve just dropped my plate.

“MY WAFFLES!”

“I’m chained up by your sister-in-law, and you're worried about your waffles, Pukey, seriously?!”

I look at the shirtless and bloody Damon in front of me, who is, as he said, chained up.

“Oh, don’t yell at her. The only reason you’re in this position is because of your own actions,” Rebekah chastises him as she holds a fire poker. 

“Rebekah, what is going on?”

“I’m hurt about him and Sage taking advantage of me, so I’m bleeding the vervain out of his system so I can compel him to kill his brother and Elena.”

This bitch. 

“Rebekah, Elena is my friend. And you know if you go near her Klaus will be pissed.”

“I’m more of a friend to you than her. She doesn’t even talk to you anymore.”

Rebekah’s words send a sharp pain through my heart, and I want to tell her she’s wrong, but I know I can’t.

“Well, look what you caught.”

I’m taken out of my thoughts at Klaus’s voice.

Klaus comes and stands a foot away from me, and I quickly inhale the woodsy, dark scent of him that has my knees feeling like jelly. The black leather jacket he’s decided to wear today doesn’t help my case either.

“If you’re trying to bleed him of vervain, don’t you think it would be easier to hang him upside down?”

My mouth drops open at the thought, and Damon shoots me a slightly worried look. 

“I’m perfectly capable of inflicting pain, thank you very much,” Rebekah snarkily responds to her brother. 

“Oh, well, excuse me. It’s not like I have any expertise in the matter,” Klaus jokes with a roll of his blue eyes. 

“You know why don’t you just leave me be and go and manage your witch?”

“Witch? What witch?”

Klaus looks at his fingernails instead of me.

“Klaus, I swear if you did anything to hurt Bonnie-”

“Easy, luv. Your little friend is just helping me with a little problem,” Klaus gives me a sarcastic smile that I want to hit off his face. Asshole. 

Klaus goes to turn away, but Damon, speaking, stops him.

“Why are you even with them, Y/n? I know the bastard over here and the one with a stick up his ass are your mates or whatever but why are you being so naive?”

“I suggest you watch your words, Salvatore,” Rebekah says in a dark tone I don’t think I’ve ever heard from her before, and Klaus is uncharacteristically silent next to me. 

“I mean it, Y/n. You’re really throwing away your friendships for these people. You’re literally walking around eating their food,” He looks at my fallen waffles, “You wear their clothes, and I’m guessing the reason behind that is because you’ve let them touch you. You’re supposed to be the smart one, and yet you don’t even see that they’re using you.”

I swallow back the lump in my throat as I step closer to him, “They are not using me.”

“Then why do they have you around? I know you’re their soulmate, but come on, Pukey, be for real. You’re nothing special. They’re thousand-year-old vampires. Why would they want to be around someone who can’t even be in a room with more than five people without having a panic attack?”

Everyone in the room is silent for a moment, and the only thing I feel is a dark smugness in my chest. A smugness that is laughing at me because it knew from the very beginning of my friendship with Damon that it wouldn’t last. Why would it? Just like Damon says, “You’re nothing special.”

“Nothing special, huh?”

I take a step forward, and Damon gives me a frown and shakes his head.

“That’s not what I mean’t Pukey I just-” “My name isn’t fucking Pukey!”

I rip the fire poker out of Bekah’s hands and shove it into Damon’s chest. A loud yell of pain comes from him, and I feel a splash of blood cover my face, and I can’t seem to care. 

I leave the poker in him and begin to walk out of the room, not wanting anyone to see my tears, but as I pass Klaus, he grabs my face and his eyes search mine for a moment and as soon as I feel a tear drop onto my cheek, Klaus releases a low growl, and drops his hand.

“You just don’t know how to keep your mouth closed, do you, Mate? Why don’t I help you?’’

I watch as Klaus takes the fire poker from Damon’s stomach, whispers something to him, and then drives the poker up through his neck and out his throat. He then turns around, strides away, grabbing my lower back in the process, and leads me out of the room. 

We’re both quiet as I let Klaus lead me down the hall and into a decent-sized bathroom, of course decorated beautifully. I don’t really care about admiring the bathroom, though, as I try to focus on calming the rising panic attack I feel looming. 

“Up you go, love,” Klaus says, and I don’t understand what he means by it until he grabs my waist and hoists me up so I’m sitting on the bathroom counter. I watch silently as he grabs a cloth from a cabinet and wets it. 

“Tell me something,” Klaus says in a low voice.

“Why?”

“Because I’m fighting every urge in my body and mind right now to not go back out there and tear that useless waste of space into a million shreds. And you’re voice,” He pauses as he turns off the water and comes to stand between my legs, “I’ve come to realize is my own personal destresser.”

“Why don’t you just go kill him,” I say, and I realize I don’t feel an ounce of fear at the thought. I don’t really feel anything right now. My emotions need to get their shit together. 

Maybe I should just start doing drugs.

“I want to trust me, Muse. But I know that even though you’re mad at that insect right now, you couldn’t live with yourself if you were the cause of his death.”

“I wouldn’t care,” I say unconvincingly.

Klaus gives me a soft smile I rarely ever see, then takes the cloth and wipes it softly over my lower chin, “If you’re going to be a Mikaelson, we have really got to work on your lying skills.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “I’m a good liar.”

Klaus leans in, and I hold my breath as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s brief, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling warm all over.

“Sure you are, Astin min.”

“You’ve got way too many nicknames for me,” I mutter, and Klaus lets out a laugh as he finishes wiping my face. He tosses the bloody cloth behind him into a basket and grabs my waist to help me down, even though I’m plenty capable of doing it myself. 

“My turn,” Klaus gives me a confused look, but I turn around and go into the cabinet I had seen Klaus reach into, and I smile as I find a dark blue cloth and grab it. 

“I would tell you to sit on the counter, but I wound’t be able to reach you.”

Klaus watches me silently as I repeat his actions, wet the cloth, and then move in front of him and start to wipe the dried blood from his face and hands. 

“Are you mad at me?”

The confused look on Klaus’ face is honestly fucking adorable. 

“Why would I ever be mad at you?”

I pause my movements for a moment and cringe when I realize I’m about to bring up the elephant in the room.

“I know you heard me and Elijah…”

Klaus’s confused expression is gone and replaced with a look of annoyance. He takes the cloth from my hands and places it onthe  counter, steps around me, and then just washes his own hands in the sink. 

“I’m not mad.”

I shake my head at him, annoyed, “Well, your actions are telling me otherwise.”

Klaus turns off the water with a sigh and then turns to me abruptly to the point where I am now backed up to the counter, and he’s pretty much caged me in.

“I wasn’t mad, Little Muse, I was jealous.”

Oh.

“Jealous?”

Klaus watches me like a predator, and I fight every urge in myself to not surrender control.

Klaus hums, “When I heard you screaming out my brother’s name, all I could think about was how much better you’d sound screaming out mine instead.”

Oh Lord.

“Oh. Okay.”

Klaus leans back slightly, “Okay? That’s all you’ve got to say?”

I shrug, “What should I say?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe how you agree?”

Klaus’s sarcastic voice makes me laugh.

“Are you seriously laughing right now,” Klaus’s appalled face makes me laugh harder, “I’m telling you how I want to fuck you until you’re screaming out my name and you’re laughing?”

I cover my mouth and shake my other hand in apology, but it doesn’t seem to help much.

“Well, Luv, you can continue your little comedy show, but I’ve got things to do,” Klaus’s slightly hurt tone halts my laughing, and I reach out for him as he goes towards the bathroom door. 

“I’m not laughing at the idea of us being together, I just find how you word things funny sometimes.”

Klaus’s shoulders seem to loosen at my words, and he rolls his eyes.

“So you do want to be with me,” Klaus says in a suggestive tone as he takes a step closer to me. 

“Ugh, not now sicko,” I shove him back and he breaths out a laugh.

He stares at me for a moment with a look I’ve only seen maybe 3 times on his face, a look I don’t really know the meaning of.

“What?”

Klaus clears his throat, “Nothing, Little Muse. I just don’t think I’ve ever been called a “sicko” before.”

“At least not to your face,” I comment, and he rolls his eyes again. 

“Brother!”

Rebekah’s loud voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door, and Klaus’s once calm expression turns to one of complete and utter annoyance.

“Sister, don’t you have a prisoner to torture?”

“He’s unconscious thanks to you,” She yells through the door.

“Well then, there’s plenty of other men in this town that you can annoy with your presence. Go find one of them,” Klaus sarcastically bites back.

“Dude, be nice.”

“Yes, brother, listen to your mate.”

Klaus narrows his eyes at me and then back to the door and sighs, “What do you want, Rebekah?”

��You’re witch is being annoying, come handle her or I will.”

“Oh, yes, forgot about her,” Klaus mutters and throws the bathroom door open to find an annoyed-looking Bekah. 

“You know not to touch her, sister.”

“I know, but I don’t get why we just don’t kill the lot of them and be done with it. We’ll spare the Gilbert brother, though, because I know he’s Theo’s,” Rebekah looks to me for approval.

“Seriously, Bekah?”

“Sister, leave us,” Klaus waves her off, and Bekah calls him a bunch of swears as she storms down the hall.

“You should be nicer to her, y’know? She loves you.”

“My sister knows that I do what is best for her,” Klaus says as he leads us down a hall.

“Does she?”

Klaus side-eyes me momentarily before opening two glass doors leading us into another room. 

How many rooms does this place have? Fucking rich people. 

“Tick tock. I should hear chanting by now,” Klaus says to Bonnie, who is sitting on a leather couch surrounded by witchy stuff.

“I’m still studying the unlinking spell. It’s not that easy, especially under duress.”

“Duress,” I chime up, and Bonnie, who must’ve just noticed me, looks up at me, “Klaus, you said you would do nothing to her. If you’ve touched her, I swear to-”

“Bloody hell, Luv. I’ve not touched her. I’ve just provided some incentive to get her moving.”

I shake my head in confusion as Klaus leans down to face Bonnie, “If you’re looking for a way to send for help, I will kill anyone who comes to your rescue.”

Hell no. 

I quickly walk over to him and press a hand into his chest. Even though I have no strength, Klaus lets me push him back, making a smirk fall onto his face.

“Can’t you just ever ask nicely for once? Seriously?”

“It’s ok, Y/n. I can handle it,” Bonnie tries to calm me, but I shake my head.

“No, it’s not okay. Bonnie is kind and has always been nice to me, and if you ever want to have anything happen between us, then you won’t ever threaten her. Got it?”

I stare down at Klaus, and he stares down at me. Neither one of us breaks the silence until Bonnie clears her throat.

“This is the spell. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“Then you should have a little more faith in yourself, Bonnie,” Klaus eyes the girl behind me and steps away from me, “Your energy helped my mother link us. Honestly, I think someone isn’t trying very hard.”

Klaus walks over to Bonnie, who stares the man down. We both watch as Klaus reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, “Very well.”

“Call Alastair. How’s the weather up there in Mile-High City? And how’s our friend? That’s him,” Klaus pulls the phone back from his ear and puts it in front of Bonnie’s face and shows her a video of Jeremy, “There’s Jeremy. Playing fetch with his new puppy. Isn’t that the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”

Klaus walks away from Bonnie and hangs up the phone.

“Seriously, Klaus?!”

Klaus sends me a sweet smile, “Luv, why don’t you give Bonnie and I some time alone.”

I return his sweet smile, “And how about you take a long and thick stick and drive it right up your ass.”

“Maybe another time, Luv.”

Klaus turns back around to Bonnie, “So, Bonnie, how about that spell?”

—

“I won’t let him hurt Jeremy, y’know,” I tell Bonnie as we sit around a coffee table looking over the spell she has to do for Klaus. 

Bonnie gives me a sad smile, “I know you’ll try to stop him, but he’s evil, Y/n. I don’t think anyone could stop him.”

“I’m right here, you know,” Klaus, who stands against the wall watching us, chimes in.

“Shut up,” I bite back at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. 

“You must hate me for this,” I whisper to her, even though I know Klaus is listening to everything we say.

Bonnie places the paper she was reading back down and sighs, “I don’t hate you, Y/n. You’re my friend. It’s not your fault that fate decided to put you with two of the oldest vampires in history. And you still stick up for me, which is more than I can say for a lot of people. And I meant what I said before. I wouldn’t have helped our friends try to kill them if I knew it would kill you too. You’re innocent.”

I smile at Bonnie, and she returns it. 

“You’re too good for this world, Bonnie Bennet. You do know that, right?”

Bonnie shrugs and smiles, “Maybe. But if I don’t find a way to break this bond, then I won’t be in this world much longer.”

Nuh-uh. Not happening on my watch.

“Ok, let’s think…”

Bonnie and I are quiet for a moment as we try to think of a solution.

“OH! Remember Elijah’s witc,h Jonas? You told me that he let you channel him or something witchy like that that let you gain power. Why can’t you do that again?’

“Finally, someone here with a good idea,” Klaus’s voice booms, and I roll my eyes. 

Bonnie is quiet and then shakes her head, “But that was with another witch, there’s no other witches here for me to channel.”

“Bloody hell, then channel the dead ones. There’s plenty of them,” Klaus says, annoyed.

“After I brought Jeremy back, they won’t talk to me anymore, let alone let me channel them!”

I nod at Bonnie’s words, “Ya they’re fucking weird.”

Klaus pinches the bridge of his nose and then turns around and grabs a black box on the table. 

“Well, here is the blood of all my siblings. Which I know you need,” He opens the box to show four vials of blood, “I suggest you find the solution and fast before I start picking off your loved ones one by one.”

“Don’t listen to him, Bonnie,” I turn to her, “We’ll figure it out.”

— 

“I think I’ve got it!” I put down the grimoire I’m holding and look up to Bonnie, who is already setting up her candles.

“Really?

Bonnie nods, “There’s a spell here that pretty much says if I use some of my blood with the spell, it ties me to my ancestors, which means I can channel them.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Who bloody cares if it’s dangerous,” Klaus pipes in, and I sigh, “Just do the spell.”

I smile at Bonnie, “You can do this.”

—

Bonnie did it. Obviously. 

“Oh my god,” Bonnie exclaims as we walk through the entryway and past the door where Damon is still being hung up.

“Yes, well, he made Rebekah quite upset and insulted my dear Y/n here,” I turn away at Klaus’s words, “But by all means, Bonnie, go save the man that turned your mother into a vampire.”

Bonnie eyes him for a moment before turning away as well, “Just get me out of here.”

“Let me do this,” I tell Klaus, who just rolls his eyes and leaves us. 

“Come on. I’ll walk you out,” I smile at Bonnie and lead her towards the front door. Something on Bonnie’s face makes me pause, though.

“What is it? Are you okay,” I grab her shoulders and look over her, “Was the spell too much? We should sit down, come on.”

“No, Y/n. I’m ok. It’s just…”

I narrow my eyes at her weird behavior, “Bonnie, what is it?”

“When I was channeling one of my ancestors, I heard something.”

“What did you hear, Bonnie?”

“They said, 'If one monster leaves, so shall they all.’”

I look at her confused, “Uh, ya Bonnie. That is what the unlinking was for.”

Bonnie shakes her head, “No, that’s not what they meant.”

“Then what did they mean, Bonnie?”

Bonnie gives me a worried look, “It means if one of the originals dies, so won’t every vampire created by them.”

Excuse me?

“I’ve got to call Elena and stop her.”

“Stop her from doing what, Bonnie? Stop her from doing what!” 

—

They were going to kill Finn. What the actual fuck.

Bonnie told me Stefan, Caroline, and Elena planned to wait for Bonnie to finish the unlinking spell, and then as soon as she did, they would use the white oak stakes that they got from the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign, which apparently was also made from the same wood as Wickey Bridge and have Elena kill Finn. They were going to do it while all the Orignals were linked, but then they remembered that if Klaus and Elijah die, then so don’t I. So they are putting off killing those two until they find a way to break the soul bond. 

I don’t even know how to feel right now. At least my friends don’t want me dead…I guess???

Thankfully though, Bonnie got to Elena before they could kill Finn and he’s now sitting with Sage in the living room, severly pissed. But still both alive, so that’s a win. 

Now Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and I are listening to Stefan clearly lie to us about not having any more stakes in his possession. He came here with 7 and tried to barter for his brother’s freedom, but Klaus caught him in a lie.

“So, Damon,” Klaus compels the younger vampire, “beside the 7 in here. How many other stakes are out there that can kill me?”

Damon sighs, “Eleven.”

Bruh. 

“Eleven! Really? So not eight then,” Klaus sends a glare to Stefan and Elijah is eyeing them both silently. 

“You really shouldn’t have lied,” Rebekah shakes her head.

“I’ll get you the other three.”

“That would be in your best interest, Mr. Salvatore. Especially with this new revelation surrounding our sire lines.”

“Eh, maybe I’ll just compel your brother to chew out his own tongue,” Klaus jokes.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with you! Do you really have no appreciation for me,” Klaus chastises Stefan, “I have given you someone to hate. To loathe. A TARGET for all of your anger! So you don’t have to turn it on yourself. I have given your life purpose as your friend.”

Can these two just fuck already?

Klaus bables on some more, which provokes Stefan to attack him.

“I’m out,” I mutter and walk past Elijah, who nods at me in understanding, and then I walk past the two fighting vampires. Stefan currently has a white oak stake raised at Klaus, but I already know there’s nothing to worry about since Klaus could literally squash him like a bug. 

As I enter the entryway again, I pause when I feel a presence behind me. I quickly turned around, and I’m surprised by the demon in front of me. “Alastair?”

[3njoythesil3nce]

Plot holes/crappy writing in TUA 4

• Five, the guy who spent 45 years in an apocalypse and went back specifically to save his siblings from the same fate, ended up betraying Diego with such lightness and unjustified hatred and almost left the whole family because he got rejected by Lila?

• Five and Lila together just because Five needed a love interest when up until a season ago they had a sibling dynamic and Lila was madly in love with Diego

• In the end they decide to sacrifice themselves to destroy the Marigold but then they all reincarnate as Marigold flowers? and there is literally half a bottle of Marigold left intact in Diego's van?

•why in the hell was Lila shooting laser from her eyes? where did that power come from?

• Luther regains his powers and gets his monkey body back even though it has NOTHING to do with his powers since he morphed into that after Reggie saved his life by injecting him with a serum in season one

• in the end, all the past villains are shown together in the correct timeline when they all should be from completely different times

• Five feels like a COMPLETELY different person, the decharacterization was unreal.

• Klaus' new powers are shown for a second and then for the rest of the season he's basically reduced to a prostitute, ruining all the anticipation of seeing his true strength that has been building up since season 2 and nullifying all of his self improvement

• why was Jennifer in a fucking squid?

• in the end how are the children alive if their parents never existed?

• Ben and Jennifer were completely USELESS. and they were supposed to be key characters of the season

• Abigail's storyline made NO sense at all, she was supposed to be one of the most important characters in the show since the foreshadowing of her presence starts in season 1 and then she is reduced to two scenes in which she basically goes "fuck you Reggie for destroying the world, now I'll destroy it too as punishment" ???

• when Five meets the other Fives in the diner he doesn't show any symptoms of Paradox Psychosis

• Ray and Sloane are cut out of the show with two lines without explaining anything

• Diego dies without saying goodbye to his children

• Jean and Gene barely have a role in the whole season

• Allison sacrificed everything and everyone for Claire and their relationship is reduced to 3 scenes?

[mystic-klaus]

𐙚 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𐙚 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

𐙚 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛

“I’m going to need you here.” Stefan points to the map as he looks at you, “Damon and I will go in, retrieve the book for Bonnie, and then we’ll be out.”

“It’s an in and out job, easy.” Damon shrugs, “What does Bonnie need this book for anyway?”

You stare at Damon, “Do you ever listen?”

“What? I’m sorry.” He smirks as he rolls his eyes, “Yes, I listen, I must have just missed-“

“It’s basically a how to kill a hybrid spell book.” Jeremy cuts Damon off. A smile grows on your face, “What are you doing here?” He shrugs as he walks over, “Bonnie called, said you guys might need some help.”

“I’m glad she did. Having two guards is better than one.” Stefan glances at you, “No offense.”

You shrug, “None taken.” You look back over at Jermey and he walks up, “So the plan is y/n and I stand guard while you guys go in? Do you think anyone will show up?”

“Hoping not. Bonnie will do the spell to allow us to pull it from its box and we’ll be out..” Stefan hums, “ten minutes tops.”

You nod, “Alright.” You take a deep breath, “Let’s do this.”

You arrive at the destination, it was almost dark out, so you were hoping this wouldn’t take long. You got out of the car, listening in for anything around and you tap the car, “All clear.”

Everyone else files out and Jermey walks up to you, “How’d you get roped into helping?”

“One of Klaus’ minions got their hands on me. Almost killed me.” You look at him and his face falls, “I’m sorry.” You shake your head, “I’m fine. I ended up getting away, but I’m sure he’s still out there.”

He nods and Damon vamps to you, “If you guys are done with the chit chat, we gotta move.”

You follow everyone into the woods, coming to a giant rock that’s sticking up out of the ground. You go to it, helping Stefan slide it off of the entrance to the tomb.

“Is that it?” Jeremy asks and you nod, “They have to climb down this ladder.” You bend down and open the hatch, “Should be down and to the left.”

Stefan looks around, “alright. Damon. Come on. Bonnie should have already done the spell by now.” You watch as they climb down into the tomb, turning to look at Jeremy, “So.”

“If you’re going to rag on me about not saying goodbye, can you do it when this is over?” He laughs and you shrug, “Who’s to say you won’t just vanish again?”

He laughs some more, a noise in the woods shutting you both up instantly.

“What was that?” You ask quietly, “No one else knows this is here.”

“Well look who we have here.”

Jeremy pulls his bow up, but the guy vamps to you, holding you in front of him, “Let her go.”

“No can do. See, you’re not the only ones who knows about this book. You think a hybrid would walk around knowing there’s a way to take him out once and for all?”

“Jeremy? What’s going on up there!?” Damon yells out and Jeremy ignores him, “I said, let her go.”

You attempt to get free, but you fail, whining as the guys hand enters through your side, “N-no. No.”

Jermey steps forward, whipping around to take out another vamp as he comes at him from behind. He spins back around and steps forward, “I said, let her go. Now.”

“I missed my chance last time. I’m not missing it again this time.” He shoves his hand deeper into your side and Jeremy yells out, “You’re going to kill her!”

“That’s the point.”

Right as he’s about to go wrist deep, you bend forward, flipping him over and you shove your hand into his chest. You drop his heart as his skin dedicates, looking over at Jeremy.

“Jer!” You vamp in front of him, gasping as you take a stake to the back. He shoots the vampire, dropping his bow to help you sit down, “hold on, hold on.” He moves behind you, “One, two-“ he yanks the stake free and you let out a scream, “Fuck!”

“What? What?” He holds your shoulder, “Y/n, what is it?”

“There’s… splinters.. “ you gasp, “I can’t- ones by my heart.”

“Fuck, Damon! Stefan!” Jeremy yells, “Help me, now!”

Stefan comes out as fast as he can, “What’s going on, what-“ his eyes move to the bloodied stake beside Jeremy, “We gotta go. We gotta go now.” He looks over at the hole, “Damon!”

Damon comes up, book in his grasp, “What- shit.” He looks around, “Come on.”

Stefan picks you up, getting you to the car. The whole way home, as Damon is driving, Stefan is digging to pull all the splinters he can from your back.

Your pained screamed fill the car, your fingers sinking hard into Jeremy’s arm, you’re sure he’ll have bruises later on.

“It’s okay.” He assures, “It’s okay.” He looks up, “Stefan, are you almost done?”

“There’s a few- goddamn it.” Stefan groans, “Almost down, just-“ he digs his hand deeper into you and you rest your head on Jeremy’s chest, “Just kill me.”

“No, we aren’t doing that.” He holds you tighter, “You’re almost done.”

Stefan digs the last splinter out of your back and he sits back, “We gotta get this book, and her, somewhere safe.”

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

It’s been a few days and you’re still at Jeremy and Elena’s lake house. Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie have been trying to figure out why they’re targeting you, but as of right now, no luck.

Jeremy hasn’t left, but he’s been acting weird, which was odd because you and Jeremy were best friends. You’ve click day one and nothing has changed since that day.

It was late, two thirty six when you looked at the clock on the wall. You heard noise coming from outside, which prompted you to get up. You walked over to Jeremy’s room, but he wasn’t there.

You walked out to the living room, no sign of him.

“Jer?” You called out, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Hello?”

You walked over to the door, peaking out of the window, but no sign of him. You closed your eyes, listening in, and you heard the familiar sound of a crossbow firing.

You walk to the back, pushing the door open and walking out onto the deck. You turn to the left, slowly making your way over when you see Jeremy bring his bow up.

“Isn’t it a little late for that?” You question, catching his attention. He shakes his head, mumbling, “No.”

You furrow your brows, walking down to him, “Okay. I’ll bite.” You watch as he puts another arrow on his bow, “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I just-“ he brings his bow up, firing at a target, “Want to stay on my aim, you know?”

“That’s not what’s going on.” You tilt your head, “You’ve been weird ever since we got here, and you’re not one to be weird towards me.”

“I’m fine, y/n. Just, go back to bed.”

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re out here, at two thirty in the morning practicing your aim.” You cross your arms and watch as he turns towards you. He stares at you for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.

“I feel like I almost lost you, y/n, and I’m pissed at myself because I’m the reason for it.” He shake his head, “When I was holding you in the car, listening to you scream while Stefan had his hand in your back, I felt helpless and at fault.” He huffs, “No, It was my fault, if I could have just gotten the shot off right away, you wouldn’t have had to go through any of that.”

“Jer-“

“I’m out here practicing because I don’t ever want to have to hear the person I care about most beg me to just kill them, I don’t ever want to hear you cry like that ever again. I can’t lose you, y/n. I can’t lose anyone else.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You walk towards him and he shakes his head, “I don’t want to. So that’s why I’m out here, so I can-” He pauses, his eyes moving down to yours.

You furrow your brows, “so you can what?”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching your face, “I can protect the love of my life.” He leans in, closing the space by pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away slightly, “I may or may not be secretly in love with you, y/n.”

You slide your hands up to his neck, “Look at that..” you smile, “I feel the same way about you, Jeremy Gilbert.” You pull him back in and he wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand moving to grip your thigh.

He carries you inside, making his way back to his room with you kissing down his neck. He spins around, closing the door before pressing your back to it, “I’ve waited what feels like forever to hear that.”

His lips connect to yours and you tilt your head back as he makes his way down your neck. He pulls away from the door, moving to lay you down on the bed.

He sits up, pulling his sweatshirt off of his body before tossing it. You sit up to pull yours off yours, leaning in to kiss up his abdomen before lying back.

He falls forward, holding himself up with a smirk before he presses his lips to yours. You gasp as he grinds against you, tilting your head back as you breathe out, “Please, Jer. I need you.”

He moves his hand down, kissing down your neck as he slips his fingers into the band of your sweats. You moan out quietly as his fingers press to yours clothed clit, bucking your hips as he draws circles on it.

He smirks, pressing a kiss to yours cheek as his fingers slip into your panties, “Look at that.” He whispers, “You’re already so wet.”

You turn your head, crashing your lips onto his, “You just look so good confessing your love for me.”

“Oh, so it wasn’t the crossbow?” He chuckles, brows raising as he watches your face twist with pleasure as he slips two of his fingers into you. You gasp out, “That, too.” You reach up, holding his face with your hands as you pull him back in for another kiss.

He slips his hand out, moving to sit up to push his sweats down, and you follow his action. You kick yours off your legs and bite your lip as your eyes trail down his body, landing on what you need most. You sit up, vamping him over to lay down and you straddle him.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he admires your body on his, “I forget how fast you are sometimes.”

His hands grip your hips and you sink down onto his cock, gasps leaving both of your lips.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathes out, “You feel so good.”

You tilt your head, brows furrowed in pleasure as you rise up and sink back down, “Fuck, Jer.” You fall forward, hands by his head as you roll your hips back and forth.

His face twists and turns with pleasure, sliding his hand up your side to cup your cheek, “C’mere.” He pulls you down, planting his lips on yours. Your moans swap as you quicken your pace. You let out a whine as your walls clench around him, your hand sliding up to tangle your fingers into his hair.

“That’s it.” He whispers, “Fuck, baby.”

You nod, pressing kisses back his jaw line, “I love when you get all protective of me.” You nip his ear, causing him to gasp, “it’s so hot.”

His hands grip your hips tighter and he rolls over, “What can I say?” He kisses down your neck and back up, “Hate seeing other people touch my girl.”

You bite your lip, back lifting off the bed as you feel that euphoric feeling working its way in. You moan loudly, legs tightening around his waist, “Almost.. there. Fuck, yes.”

You tighten your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his. His thrusts pick up and your moans grow louder.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He whispers, “Come for me, you got it.”

You tilt your head back, brows pulled together as become a whining mess underneath him. He kisses over your face, groaning at the feeling of you letting go around him, “Fuck, you sound so pretty.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, pressing your lips to his before you roll over, “My turn to make you cum.” You sit up, hands pressed to his abdomen as you start to bounce. His eyes trail up and down your body, stopping to stare at your face.

His lips part, moans slipping out as his fingertips dig into your thighs, “Keep- fuck, yes. Keep going, baby.”

He groans loudly as he interlocks his fingers with yours, giving them a squeeze as you roll forward and back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as you quicken your pace.

“Fuck.” Jeremy grunts, “Don’t stop.”

You lean down, pressing your lips to his and his hands slide around to your ass, gripping right as he guides you to keep going. He gasps against your lips, moaning lowly over and over again as he pushes your hips down onto him fully.

You feel his cock twitch as he coats your insides white.

“Fuck.” You breathe out, rolling over to lay next to him, “That.. that was good.” Jeremy chuckles as he pulls the blankets up, “Yeah, it kinda was, wasn’t it?” He presses a kiss to your head, “I really am going to work to protect you. I don’t want to see you get hurt ever again.”

“Getting hurt is almost inevitable, Jer.” You lay your head on his chest and he sighs, “Not if I can help it.”

𐙚 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𐙚

[r-memberme]

I've been waiting | k.m

⎯⎯ Carries them like a secret, like a promise, like a goddamn artifact. Something to remind him that even if you think it was nothing, he knows it was everything. That even if your lips say you’re over it, your body never lies.

warnings: kinda smut, 18+

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That it was one night. That whatever he’d taken from you—your breath, your sanity, your name spoken like a prayer half-burned—was long gone by now. Forgotten.

Because men like him always forget. They have empires to burn, thrones to protect, centuries to carry like ghosts in their lungs. You were just a girl who touched him once. Just hands. Just hips. Just heat.

Just nothing.

That’s what you told yourself when he stopped calling. When days passed without a flicker of him. When the silence bloomed sharp and cruel inside your chest and you started to believe maybe… maybe you were just a story he folded away.

Maybe he’d already taken what he wanted and moved on.

But Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t move on. Not when it comes to what’s his.

Not when it comes to you.

And you don’t know it yet—but he kept something. Not a memory. Not a photo. Not your perfume on his skin or your voice echoing in his head at three in the morning.

No. He kept your panties.

Pressed between the pages of a book he doesn’t let anyone touch. Tucked behind wards in a drawer no one dares open. Wrapped in the scent of you and the memory of your shaking thighs, the gasp in your throat when you gave in and let him ruin you.

He carries them sometimes.

Carries them like a secret, like a promise, like a goddamn artifact. Something to remind him that even if you think it was nothing, he knows it was everything. That even if your lips say you’re over it, your body never lies.

You feel it again when he enters the room weeks later, like no time passed at all.

Like the air knows him. Like you do.

He doesn’t look surprised to see you. He never is.

He just walks up to you at some crowded gallery opening you came to escape your own mind. A glass of wine trembling in your hand. A stranger on your arm trying to talk about brushstrokes, unaware he’s already become prey.

And Klaus—

Klaus doesn't even glance at the boy beside you. His eyes are on you. Only you.

He leans in, close enough that only you can hear, and murmurs—

“Still sleeping in my shirt, love? Or did you move on to something else I touched?”

You freeze.

Your throat goes dry.

Because you are. You are sleeping in his shirt.

And he knows it.

His voice brushes against your jaw like the back of his knuckles used to. And he whispers, slow:

“I didn’t forget you. I chose not to come back… yet. There’s a difference.”

You can’t breathe. Not with the weight of him that close, not with the heat of him still coiled in your blood like a spell.

And then—then, he slides something soft and wicked into your hand, curled so carefully no one else can see.

You don’t need to look.

You already know what it is.

The panties you left behind. The ones he folded and kept like a prayer. Like a possession.

His voice curls like smoke in your ear.

“I carry them with me,” he says. “Like a reminder. Like a promise. Because you’re not something I got out of my system, sweetheart. You’re something I let in.”

And you realize something that unravels you like silk:

He never let you go.

༊*·˚

You tell yourself it won’t happen again.

That what he slipped into your hand that night—those delicate, dark scraps of silk you once left behind in the heat of a too-fast goodbye—was just a trick. A flourish. An attempt to rattle you.

But the truth is, it worked.

You keep them in the drawer now, those panties. Like they’re haunted. Like they hum.

And the worst part?

You touch them.

Sometimes you touch them with trembling fingers and remember how you felt that night—how he said your name like it was already carved into him. How he didn’t ask you to stay, but still made you feel like you belonged nowhere else but tangled in his sheets.

You remember the reverence.

The grip of his hands on your hips. The way he looked at you, like you were something holy. Something his.

And eventually, you stop pretending you don’t want it again.

So you go to him.

You don’t text. You don’t call. You show up, because you know that’s what he likes best.

Rain is falling when you do. So cliché it’s almost laughable, but the sky seems to know something about surrender.

His door opens before you knock.

Like he knew.

He always knows.

He doesn’t say a word at first. Just stands in the frame, shirt undone, chest bare like a threat. Like a temptation.

You say his name.

He doesn’t answer it. Doesn’t need to.

Because you’re already stepping inside. Already unbuttoning your coat. Already letting him see what you came for.

Him.

And when his hands finally touch you—slow at first, like rediscovering a painting he used to study with fever—your knees nearly buckle.

“I knew you’d come,” he whispers against your shoulder. “You were never going to forget me. Because I never left you.”

His lips find the side of your throat, tongue tasting the pulse you can’t control.

“And you’re not here for closure, love. You’re here because you miss the way it felt when someone worshipped you.”

And he’s right.

You want to be worshipped.

And god, he does. On his knees. In his bed. In every breath he takes while his fingers slide under your skirt like it’s still that first night.

You tell yourself it’s the last time.

But he already knows better.

༊*·˚

You don’t remember moving.

Only that now, somehow, the air between you is gone. That your back hits the wall with a sound too soft to echo. That his palm braces beside your head, knuckles grazing the crumbling plaster like he’s doing it gently—for your sake.

He’s not touching you.

But his body is so close you can feel the shape of it in your breath. The warmth radiating off his skin. The tension carved into every inch of him.

“Do you think I forgot?” Klaus asks, voice low, dangerous, intimate.

You can’t answer. Not with words. Not with the way his eyes hold you still like a storm about to break.

“Do you think I ever stopped remembering?” he murmurs, tilting his head. His mouth is close to your cheek now, but not touching. “The sound you made when you came that first time. The way your fingers dragged down my back like you couldn’t stand the thought of letting go.”

His words shouldn’t make your legs shake. But they do.

Your throat tightens. “You didn’t say anything. After.”

He hums, soft. A dangerous kind of soft. “I didn’t need to.”

“You let me leave,” you say, voice sharp with all the things you never let yourself feel. “You made it seem like it meant nothing.”

Finally, his eyes flash. “No, love. You convinced yourself it meant nothing.”

And then — then — he touches you.

A single knuckle under your chin, tilting your face toward his like you’re something he’s about to taste, not claim. And yet you already feel owned.

“You think I could fuck you like that and forget?” he whispers.

His hand slides to your neck, not gripping, just holding — like he’s checking your pulse. And he feels it. Rapid. Unsteady. Wanting.

“I kept those panties,” he says. “Not to remember the night. But to remember you. To keep the scent of you. The ghost of you. Because you haunt, darling. You live beneath the skin. You crawl under the ribcage and stay.”

He leans in. Breath on your jaw. Nose against your temple. His other hand finds your waist, dragging slowly up your side, not with lust — with reverence.

You could cry from the way it feels. Like he’s trying to memorize your shape again, just in case the stars steal you away.

“I wanted you to come back,” he says, voice breaking just slightly. “But I knew you wouldn’t. Not until you missed the way I touched you more than you feared what it meant.”

You whisper, “And what does it mean?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you. Really look.

“That you’re mine,” he says, finally. “And that I will ruin every man you try to love after me.”

Your fingers dig into his shirt. You pull. He presses his forehead to yours like a prayer.

Rain still beats against the windows.

And then — he leads you to the bed. Slow. Deliberate. Like you’re something to be carried, not taken.

And once you're there—his fingers on your thighs, your neck, your hips, your lips—he doesn’t ask again. He doesn’t need to.

You already said yes the moment you came back.

The moment you reached for the drawer and touched what he left behind.

You think it’ll be like last time.

Fast. Fevered. Forgotten by morning.

But Klaus touches you like there’s nothing else to do in the world.

No agenda. No rush. Just you, unraveling.

And him—watching it happen like it’s divine.

His fingers don’t fumble. They revere. They memorize. They press reverently into the dip of your back, the curve behind your knee, the fluttering skin at your hipbone where your breath stutters.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, mouth trailing along the slope of your shoulder, “what it’s done to me—having only the memory of you. I’ve had to live on echoes.”

You whimper when his lips find the hollow at your throat. It feels like a promise. Like he’s blessing the place he’s about to ruin.

He lifts his head, and for a moment—just a moment—there’s something raw behind his eyes. Not hunger. Not pride.

Longing.

“I dreamt of this,” he admits, almost to himself. “Of touching you again. Of undoing you again. Slowly this time.”

His fingers brush over your ribs, as if feeling for the cage that holds your heart. “I want to know what makes you break. And I want to be the only one who ever gets to do it.”

You try to speak—his name, a warning, a plea—but it falls apart when his palm spreads across your belly and anchors you to the mattress like you’re a storm he intends to weather.

“You’re so soft,” he says against your skin. “So goddamn warm. Do you have any idea what it did to me, walking around with a piece of you in my pocket, and not being able to touch the rest of you?”

He leans in, kisses the center of your chest like a prayer, like a bruise he’s sorry for. “I don’t just remember how you sounded. I remember how you shivered when I first said your name in the dark.”

His hands slide lower.

“You still do.”

You’re already trembling. You don’t know if it’s from the anticipation or the ache or the simple unbearable way he looks at you.

Like you are rare.

Like he’s found something holy in a world he long stopped believing in.

His thumb brushes your cheek. “You came back,” he whispers.

And for a moment, all the swagger, all the smirk—all of him—goes quiet.

“I didn’t think you would.”

You reach up, fingers ghosting over his jaw, into his hair. “Neither did I.”

He kisses you then.

But not hard.

Not like last time.

This kiss is slow. This kiss is ruinous.

This kiss is the kind that brands. The kind that breaks a promise made to someone else. The kind that lets him in.

And you do.

You let him in.

Not just under your clothes, but under your skin. Under your ribs. Under every lie you told yourself about what this wasn't.

Because the truth is—

He never needed to ask you to stay.

You were always going to.

༊*·˚

It’s quiet now.

The kind of quiet that only comes after something sacred has happened. Your breath still trembles. His doesn’t. He’s too steady. Too still. Like he’s been waiting a century to feel this again and now he’s terrified it will end.

The air smells like skin and rain and something sweeter. Something warmer. You don’t want to name it.

His fingers trail lazily down your spine, as if he doesn’t want to wake you—but he also doesn’t want to stop touching you. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

He lies beside you, arm tucked beneath your ribs, gaze set on you like you’re an answer to a question he’s always been afraid to ask.

You try not to look. But then you do. And it breaks you a little.

Because it’s not lust in his eyes.

It’s ache.

It’s reverence.

“I should go,” you whisper, already hating the sound of your own voice.

He doesn’t blink. “Then why are you still here?”

You don’t answer.

Because you don’t know.

Or maybe you do.

Because you miss the way his hands made you feel kept. Because you miss being wanted like that. Worshipped like that. Looked at like that.

Because no one else has ever looked at you like that.

He props himself up slowly, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he says softly.

Your breath catches.

“You think you were a night to remember.” His eyes flick down to your mouth. “But love… I haven’t let you go since.”

You open your mouth—to deflect, to deny—but his hand wraps gently around your jaw, thumb under your chin.

“Do you know how many times I reached into my coat pocket and found you there? A scrap of silk. A breath of sin.” His voice drops lower. “Do you know how many times I missed you when I had no right to?”

He leans closer.

“You think you were a mistake. But I think you were mine.”

Silence.

And then—

“I’m scared,” you whisper. And it tastes so bitter in your mouth, so raw, like truth ripped from bone.

He exhales. The sound is almost a laugh. Almost a sigh.

“So am I.”

His forehead touches yours. His hand splays across your stomach, like he’s grounding you, or himself, or maybe both.

“But I’d rather be scared with you than live another day pretending I don’t already belong to you.”

You feel it then.

Not just the aftermath of touch, but the ache of meaning. The bloom of something that shouldn’t be allowed to exist—this deep, this fast, this fierce.

And you’re still trembling, but this time not from the rain or the cold or the shame.

This time, you tremble because you know it’s real.

And so does he.

He doesn’t ask you to stay.

He doesn’t have to.

Because you do.

the freakyness has been matched again.... you're welcome😜

[onegayastronaut]

Always Yours

Requested by anon: Rebekah x fem!reader. (Childhood friends) The reader and Rebekah were each other’s first kiss, and everyone thought she grew old and died, but in reality She was turned the same time as them. One day the reader ends up in New Orleans and runs into a very shocked Elijah. She explains what happened to her and then they go back to the Mikaelsons home. Elijah then calls all his siblings downstairs and they are all surprised and confused. Rebekah is the first to react and runs to the reader  and passionately kisses the reader with tears running down her face. The two confess their feelings for each other and then Klaus says about time and then motions for the others to leave the two alone. Just really fluffy and angsty please?

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The streets of New Orleans pulsed with life, music spilling from every corner and mingling with the hum of conversation and laughter. You walked aimlessly, your boots clicking against the cobblestones as you took in the vibrant city. It had been centuries since you'd last seen Rebekah—centuries since you'd seen any of the Mikaelsons, really. The memories of your shared childhood and the bond you and Rebekah had once shared haunted you like a bittersweet ghost.

You hadn't meant to end up here. New Orleans was supposed to be a detour, a brief pause in your otherwise nomadic existence. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. As you turned a corner, your steps faltered when you came face-to-face with a figure you hadn't seen in ages.

Elijah Mikaelson stood on the sidewalk, his ever-composed demeanor momentarily shattered by the shock that flashed across his face. His dark eyes widened as he took you in, and for a moment, the bustling city seemed to fall silent.

"Y/N?" he breathed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You gave him a small, hesitant smile. "Hello, Elijah."

He stepped closer, his gaze searching yours as though trying to confirm that you were real. "We thought you… we thought you had died."

You sighed softly, your hands clasping in front of you. "I know. That was the plan."

Elijah’s brow furrowed, confusion and curiosity mingling in his expression. "The plan?"

You nodded, glancing around as if the walls themselves might have ears. "Is there somewhere more private we can talk? It’s… a long story."

He hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Come with me."

The Mikaelson home was as grand and imposing as you remembered, a testament to Klaus’s penchant for theatrics. As Elijah led you inside, you felt a mix of nostalgia and apprehension wash over you. You’d spent countless days in the Mikaelson household as a human, laughing and playing with Rebekah, sharing secrets and dreams. It felt both familiar and alien now.

Elijah gestured for you to take a seat in the parlor, but you remained standing, nerves making it impossible to sit still. He poured himself a glass of bourbon, watching you carefully as he took a sip.

"Explain," he said simply, his tone calm but insistent.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "After Mikael came for you all, after you turned… I didn’t want to be a liability. Rebekah and I… we said goodbye, and I told her I’d live a long, happy life. But I never planned to grow old, Elijah. I knew Mikael would come for me eventually if he thought I was still human. So… I found someone to turn me."

Elijah’s eyes darkened. "You became one of us."

"I didn’t want to," you said quickly. "But it was the only way to survive. I faked my death, left everything behind, and… I’ve been on my own ever since."

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he set his glass down and straightened. "The others need to hear this."

Your heart pounded in your chest as he called out to his siblings. One by one, they appeared, their footsteps echoing through the house. Klaus entered first, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in your presence. Kol followed, his usual smirk replaced by genuine surprise. And then… Rebekah.

Her eyes landed on you, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. She froze in the doorway, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. Tears welled in her blue eyes, and then she was moving—rushing across the room and throwing herself into your arms.

You caught her, your own tears spilling over as she clung to you. Her hands framed your face, her touch trembling as though she feared you might disappear.

"It’s you," she whispered, her voice breaking. "It’s really you."

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. "I’m here, Bekah. I’m here."

She didn’t hesitate. Her lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was as desperate as it was passionate. It was a kiss filled with years of longing, of pain and hope and love. You kissed her back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her golden hair as tears streamed down both your faces. The kiss spoke of everything you hadn’t been able to say, of the years lost and the love that had never faded.

When you finally pulled apart, Rebekah rested her forehead against yours, her breath shaky. "I thought I’d lost you forever."

"You never lost me," you murmured. "I’ve always been yours."

Her fingers traced the curve of your cheek, her touch feather-light. "You don’t understand. Losing you… it broke me. I thought I’d never be whole again."

Your chest tightened, guilt and love warring within you. "I thought I was protecting you. I thought it was the only way to keep you safe."

"Safe?" Her voice cracked, and fresh tears filled her eyes. "I’ve been alive for over a thousand years, Y/N. Do you think I’ve ever felt safe? All I wanted was you."

"I know," you whispered, your own tears spilling over. "I know, and I’m so sorry."

She pulled you into another embrace, her head resting against your shoulder. You could feel her shaking, the raw emotion she usually kept so tightly guarded spilling over. "You’re an idiot," she said, her voice muffled but affectionate. "But you’re my idiot."

You laughed softly, holding her close. "Always."

The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing. Then, Klaus cleared his throat, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "Well, it’s about time."

Rebekah turned to glare at him, but he simply chuckled and motioned for the others to follow him out of the room. "Come along, everyone. Let’s give them some privacy."

Kol snickered as he left, and even Elijah allowed himself a small, knowing smile before closing the door behind them. The silence that followed was heavy but comforting, the weight of the moment settling between you and Rebekah.

She cupped your face again, her thumb brushing against your cheek. "Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me think you were gone?"

"I thought it was the only way to keep you safe," you admitted, your voice cracking under the weight of your confession. "I didn’t know how to live in your world, Bekah. I thought… if I stayed away, you’d be free to live your life without worrying about me."

Her eyes softened, the anger giving way to something more vulnerable. "Don’t you understand? You’ve always been my life. Even when you were gone, every choice I made was because of you."

Her words struck a chord deep within you, and the walls you’d built around your heart crumbled. "I… I never stopped loving you," you admitted, the words tumbling out like a dam breaking. "Not for a second."

Rebekah’s breath hitched, and she pulled you into another kiss, this one slower, deeper. It was a promise, a reassurance that neither of you would ever let go again. When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her lips brushing yours as she whispered, "I’ve loved you since the moment we met. And I’ll love you until the end of time."

For the first time in centuries, you felt at home. Rebekah was here, in your arms, and the rest of the world faded away. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you could face them—as long as you had her.

[perseephoneee]

snow chase [ficmas day 10]

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

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warnings: longest thing i've ever written

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

playlist:

you make loving fun -- fleetwood mac

black friday -- tom odell

white winter hymnal -- fleet foxes

There was a wolf in the castle. 

Your sister was in there. 

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

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

‘He.’ As if the Beast was a man. 

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

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

Your guess was rewarded with quiet sobs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then take me.”

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

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

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

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

He moved faster than most humans. 

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

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

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

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

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

~

You were awoken by voices. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Assistance?”

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

Of course, he did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“I didn’t want to be impolite.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you reading?”

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

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

“You’ve read it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Klaus,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

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

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

“I haven’t seen him so…”

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

“Happy.”

You don’t know what to say to that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Klaus–” you breathe.

The moment is ruined by a scream. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you serious?”

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

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

You ran smack into Klaus. 

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

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

“I guessed that.”

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

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

You flushed at the word ‘darling.’

“You can’t kill them, Klaus.”

“Whatever the hell not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, you’re…”

“Alive.”

“And my…”

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

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

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

“Territorial much?”

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

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

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

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

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

[rebelumbrella46]

Let’s just be honest—The Umbrella Academy was essentially cancelled after Season 3, but given the massive fandom, Netflix gave them the chance to wrap up the story with a final season. It’s similar to what happened with Shadowhunters—it was cancelled, but after the outcry from fans, they were given two more episodes to tie things up.

For me, the first two seasons were masterpieces. They truly became my comfort show and introduced me to my comfort characters. This might sound cheesy, but it’s true—when the first season aired, I was going through a rough time in my life, and I held on to this show like my life depended on it. Season 2 arrived amidst the pandemic, and it was a light in the darkness for me as well. Even with the massive success of Season 2, I think Netflix hesitated to greenlight another season. I remember waiting for an announcement, and it felt like it took forever.

Season 3 was filmed during the pandemic, and if I recall correctly, Netflix cut the budget for visual effects. So, the season didn’t quite live up to the expectations set by Season 2. Regardless of its flaws, I enjoyed it, but I would have enjoyed it more if the writing hadn’t been so sloppy and, at times, cheesy.

But this last season? It feels like fanservice—and not even good fanservice. For example, the Lila and Five thing? The enhanced powers? The Jennifer Incident? All of it fell flat. Klaus’s storyline this season was basically what I wanted to see in Season 3, but it was delivered too late and added nothing meaningful to the plot.

But was the main plot really supposed to be about Jennifer? Who cares about introducing a new character in the final season instead of focusing on saying goodbye to the beloved main characters?

The subplots were boring. Klaus’s storyline was fanservice, but it felt like they just threw us a bone to appease years of fans asking for Klaus to get his comic powers. And it was insulting. Ben and Jennifer in love? Unrealistic and boring. The train station? Who came up with that cheap idea? I thought it would be a place built by Reggie, but there was no explanation at all.

The apocalypse no longer feels exciting or even important. There’s no sense of urgency anymore.

The family dynamics—the strongest part of this show—felt odd and weak. Pairing Viktor with Reginald was boring. Lila and Diego’s drama? Nonsense. And what was the point of Claire? I thought she would be the main conflict of the season, with everyone banding together to save a character we’ve known since Season 1, who has emotional ties to every Umbrella.

And where were the villains? To make it as interesting as Seasons 1 and 2, you need a great antagonist. Like Hazel and Cha-Cha, The Handler, Reginald, or even an antihero like the Sparrows, Harlan, or the Commission. Why not make Abigail the greatest threat? Or bring back some of the former villains?

What about resolving old family drama, so that if the show’s end was going to be the family sacrificing themselves, they could all go in peace?

Instead, they didn’t address Allison’s betrayal at all. They created a huge rift between Five and Diego. Nothing for Klaus and Ben. No Umbrella Ben. No Sloane. Why is Lila even here anymore? Why didn’t she just ditch out like Ray and leave Diego with the kids to be a single dad? That would’ve made more sense coming from Lila than from Ray, to be honest.

For me, the writers, producers, and directors knew this show was cancelled, so they didn’t even try anymore. For me, the ending of season 3 was meant to be the ending of the show.

I watched Game of Thrones after it ended, so I didn’t experience the same level of rage, disappointment, and betrayal that fans felt. But now, I do.

[calummss]

Bleeding into Nightfall | Klaus Mikaelson

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summary: life is gloomy and you’re tired of repetitive days that don’t get better. you say goodbye to the world forgetting about once person in paticular—niklaus mikaelson

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 3k

a/n: story of my life with the love of my life

tw: heavy descriptions of depression, suicide!!!

Waking up every day was like waking up from the calm and facing the storm. Days bleeding into nightfall. Day after day starting to warp into each other, each day as listless as the day before. Mystic falls’ grey gloomy clouds constantly above your head as you managed to get out of bed. You kind of found common ground with autumn mornings. You enjoyed them more than any other morning but enjoy is a strong word for someone like you. Autumn mornings are dark that make it look like it was three in the morning. A time where nobody in this world expects a single thing from you. Just you alone existing in this world.

You brush your teeth.

Comb your hair.

Put on an outfit.

Make yourself look presentable so that nobody would be able to tell just how empty you felt. How draining it was getting ready when you could easily wear the same pair of clothes day and night. Forget about your appearance as you just try to pass the day.

Leaving the house you took one last look in the mirror with the same face you wish you could rip off, but instead you put on your best genuine smile that didn’t make you look like a manic sociopath and closed the door to make your way to school.

13 hours and 30 minutes to go.

Out of 24 hours you only feel okay for a couple. And it’s not even that you feel good, you just feel okay. You just try to get through the day. It’s been like this for a while. Time wailing past you, time wailing before you that has you trapped. You wake up. Go to school. Eat and sleep. Sometimes you don’t even eat or sleep. The easiest tasks seem impossible to complete. Why do you have to waste such a long amount of time? You’d be perfectly fine with only living eighteen years instead of eighty. You don’t do anything all day but you’re exhausted each time you lay down in bed, ready to shut your eyes. Still, you drag yourself through the day like cattle; unable to break free from what's holding you back.

The walk to school isn’t too long. Rustling leaves on trees, crunching of dead leaves that were kicked up into the air with each step you took, the thought of simply being a leaf on your mind as you barely noticed the person ahead.

‘I’m so sorry— Caroline…hi. I’m sorry,’ you lifted your head from the ground to see Caroline’s smile. ‘I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings,’

‘Yeah, I could tell.’ She gleamed, hooking her arm into yours as you continued walking the last blocks.

It was an okay walk. Your ears picking up different sounds of your surroundings as the mixture of sounds seemed to be blocking out your thoughts. It's too hard to concentrate on them.

‘Do you have anything planned for your outfit on Saturday?’ Caroline broke you from the chattering of your mind, hearing her voice bringing you back to the present.

You stared at her. Your eyes on her, your face hanging from your head as you stayed quiet, pressing your lips against each other as her smile turned to a frown.

‘Y/n, come on,’ she moaned, the sparkles in her eyes duplicating as she stared back at you. Her personality reminding you of the warmth of a fireplace on a cold evening. ‘It’s the school dance! It’s so important that we make these memories to look back on them when we’re old and wrinkly,’

‘I think I have enough memories.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean I just don’t really feel like going, that's all…’

‘Why not?’ She came to a halt, taking her arm from you so she could stand perfectly square of you, her arms folded in front of her chest as the wind blew her hair from the back.

‘I don’t know,’ you shrugged, ‘I just don’t want to go.’

‘Not even to please Klaus? I mean no offence—‘ (Caroline’s favourite way to start being offensive) ‘But no one knows what he sees in you. I mean he’s this grumpy old maniac that terrifies the vampire species and you’re just…you. A human with a normal life. A nice girl that just, in comparison to him, lives a boring life.’

‘I don’t know, Caroline,’ you huffed, picking up pace again, readjusting your school bag. Feet sluggishly bringing you forth. ‘He’s nice to me and he makes me forget certain aspects of my life but even for him I wouldn’t go.’

‘What’s wrong with you, Y/n?’ Caroline held you back again, stopping once more. ‘Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you seem off for a while now and I didn’t want to pry but I cannot hold myself back any longer. What happened? What is it that’s making you so glum all the time?’

‘I’m okay, Caroline,’ you half smiled, ‘I think I’d just rather go home and watch a movie or something.’

Caroline opened her mouth but before she could say another word you cut her off, ‘And before you offer yourself as my sleepover company, I think I’d rather be alone.’ You started walking again, the school doors only a few minutes away. ‘Besides, I know you want to be a good friend by wanting to come over but you and I both know that deep down you hoped I would say no because you want to go to the dance, and that is fine. Make those memories, Caroline! Your life has so many blank pages left to fill and I don’t want to hold you back! Go and have fun.’

Caroline immediately pulled you into a hug. Her perfume hitting your nostrils as you placed your arms around her, a quick smile forming on your lips.

‘Come on now,’ you took hold of her arm, ‘We need to get there on time otherwise Rick will have us doing detention the rest of the week.’

‘Do you think he dislikes us?’

‘No, I actually think it’s his way of showing that he cares,’ you let out a giggle that infected Caroline as you walked onto the school premises just as the bell rang for first period.

School was the same every day. Go to class. Pay attention. Write down notes. Stare outside of the window, the teacher’s voice fading into silence as your mind powered through to absent you from life.

Everyone seems so content with life? Why can’t I? What is there to be happy about?

‘Miss Jacobs, the action is here. Not outside.’ Mrs. Clark said, snapping your head to the front of the class. ‘If my class is boring you’re welcome to go outside.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you cleared your throat, sitting up straight. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Now, where was I?’

10 hours to go.

When the school bell rang for the last time, you started to clear your table and cram all your stuff into your bag, people pushing past you as everyone tried to leave. Out in the hall you quickly waved Caroline, Elena and Bonnie goodbye, ready to go home and sit in silence.

Plugging in your headphones you slowly started to walk home, music blasting through your ears and you tried to block out any sound from the world.

Trees and cars passed you, barely anyone on the pavement. You kept walking when you noticed a person in the distance; dressed in dark colours, stance confident and a face you could recognise from a mile away.

‘Hi.’ You gave him your best smile, not too much, not too little.

‘I hear there’s a school dance this saturday,’ he accompanied you towards your home. ‘I was hoping that I could ask you to the dance.’

‘I’m actually not going.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t feel like going, that’s all.’ You shared a quick glance.

His pupils dilated, eyebrows drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. ‘Are you okay, Y/n.’ He gently grabbed a hold of your upper arm, the frequent blinking of his eyes telling you that you made him worry.

‘I’m fine,’ you chuckled, your crooked smile paired with dull, sparkless eyes not in your favour.

‘Don’t give me that bullshit.’

‘Klaus, please. I’m not in a mood to argue right now.’

‘Arguing?’ His eyebrows drew his eyebrows even closer. ‘We’re just talking.’

‘Look, Klaus.’ You stopped in your tracks, allowing yourself to stare up at his face. Lips plush, eyes squinted as his focus was on you. ‘I see that you want to go to the dance with me and if I were up to it I would, but I would just rather go home. Watch a movie. Be alone. Get away from all this,’ you sighed.

‘Okay,’

‘Okay.’ You breathed, ‘See you around, okay?’ You got on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his cheek before walking home.

‘Yeah, see you around.’ Klaus mumbled as you were already out of earshot, leaving him confused as to what was happening to you.

6 hours to go.

When you arrived home you went straight upstairs. Throwing your bag into a corner of your room as you wasted no time to change into more comfortable clothes like your lounging outfit (a pyjama). Down the stairs you walked into the kitchen, taking a bag of doritos and a bar of chocolate from the cupboard, a glass of water to wash down the junk and placed them onto the coffee table. Snatching a blanket from the living room trunk, you made yourself comfortable and put on the TV, ready to watch the Big Bang Theory and waste your time.

‘Y/h honey,’ your mother’s heels sounded through the living room. ‘It’s date night so we’ll be home quite late.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Make sure to get some healthy carbs and protein in you too, okay darling?’

‘Yeah, mom. Have fun.’ You said, your eyes haven’t left the screen.

‘See you later.’

The door closed. Silence swept the house. Your TV the only thing that sounded within the walls. Sighing, you took a row of chocolate and let out a half-sounded giggle as you continued watching TV.

1 hour left to go.

8:50pm; it was time to go upstairs. You put away the stuff you used, made sure the windows and doors were locked and the lights turned off. The floorboard creaked with every step you took. Going into your bedroom you halted in front of your dresser, picking up the framed family portrait that you took on a trip to the family cabin on christmas day.

Your lips started pressing together, your fingers on the back of the frame scraping against the wood as a blink of your eyes let the first two tears roll down your cheek. Your heart twisted, aching with every shaky breath you took, a sting of melancholy growing inside your throat.

4 minutes to go.

You placed it back on the dresser, taking another glance at your room before taking off to the bathroom where you closed the door and took a long look in the mirror: messed up hair, red puffy eyes that blinked uncontrollably, the face of a person you never got to know.

Wiping away your tears you opened the cabinet and grabbed the packet of razors you purchased just last week in preparation for tonight.

Taking a deep breath you climbed into the bathtub, letting your back fall against the wall, a new surge of emptiness growing as you realised that you were going to be utterly alone when you went.

The cold metal pierced into your soft skin like fresh butter. The warmth of your blood no longer flowing like it normally did but instead poured onto your skin. Quiet drips spilling into the bathtub, staining your clothes on the way. Once your blood started spilling you didn’t feel any great pain, it hurt, but it was manageable. You hoped it wouldn’t, however seeing all the blood that was streaming from your cut, made your heart start to beat at immense speed.

Then the sweating started to begin. Your body was damp, head to toe and toe to head. You thought back on the days you went running. Every time you finished you’d have the same, wet, and uncomfortable sweat sitting on your skin, soaking into your clothes. A deeply unpleasant feeling started to make itself noticeable, heart pounding in your chest, throbbing with pain, but there was nothing you could do. Neither did you want to. You wanted nothing more than to disappear from the earth’s surface. You didn’t need to be here. Trapped with nowhere to go. No one would miss you. You barely had anyone but yourself and that was all you needed. Even in death you felt comforted by your own thoughts. A very strong headache, accompanied by a loud, white noise ringing almost made you regret your decision. The room spun like crazy before your vision started fading out; the ringing got louder as darkness came for you…

Klaus made his way to your house. He didn’t like the way you were acting before you left. Your behaviour hasn’t left his mind since you last spoke. He turned into your driveway and jogged up the stairs, ringing the bell to hope that you would open up to him. To let him make you feel better. To let you know that he would do anything to see you happy.

But you never answered.

‘Y/n, open the door.’ Klaus raised his voice, his fist hitting against the door.

No answer.

‘Y/n!’ He slammed the door again.

Still, nothing.

Klaus focused his hearing to see if you were home when he suddenly heard shallow breaths; breaths he knew belonged to you. Without wasting another second Klaus kicked down the door, his vampire speed taking him to the location of decreased breaths. Almost taking the bathroom door off its hinges, Klaus found you sitting in the tub; red staining your body, head hanging sideways.

‘Y/N!’ He bellowed, falling to his knees, his arms hooking under your lump torso, pulling you out of the tub. The lack of tension in your body making his heart fall into an empty pit.

‘No, no, no, no, no,’ Klaus’ hands grabbed the sides of your face, twisting and turning. Hoping that your eyes would flatter open and greet him with a smile. A smile he held dear to his heart. But they stayed closed, his eyes getting blurrier the longer he fought.

‘Don’t you die on me!’ Klaus bit into his wrists, placing it on your lips, letting the blood flow into your system, his shaking arm staining your lower half of your face red. ‘You do not get to die! Wake up! Wake up…’

You stayed still. Just as lifeless as before you weighed Klaus’ body to the ground, his tears falling to your chest, pulling you close as his heart ached greater than it ever had. His reason to be good went without saying goodbye, leaving him to be alone like he had been for hundreds of centuries.

Klaus has heard thousands of heartbeats stop. Seen thousands of bodies covered in blood. Thousands of dead people. He didn’t know why it was so hard to see you there when he had been through this a million times. He felt empty. Everything about you came crashing down, his hope for hearing you say his name draining into nothingness. Klaus’ breathing grew louder, his chest feeling like it was being filled with water, the same water that spilled from his lashes, staring down at someone he always put first; forever wishing he hadn’t let you go home by yourself that afternoon.

Suddenly your body jolted forwards, gasping for air. Eyes wide as you took a large gulp of air, your chest rising and falling.

‘Y/n?’ Klaus whispered, his hands back on your face. ‘Y/n, y/n, talk to me.’

You coughed in response, droopy eyes making it hard to see your surroundings, blurry vision fading into one big blob of colour.

‘Y/n, say something please…’

‘Klaus,’ you whispered so quietly, lips barely parting as you spoke.

‘Can you hear me?’

‘Yes, what— what happened?’

‘What happened, Y/n?’ Klaus’ voice increased in volume.’You almost died on me!’ His tone shook.

‘Am— Am I a vampire?’ You started to come back to your old self. Your vision clearing up, your ears no longer feeling like a tunnel.

‘No, my blood just healed you.’ He caressed your head, softly stroking your hair.

‘Why did you save me?’

‘Why?’ A frown painted his lip, ‘I care about you, Y/n! So much. You don’t deserve to die. How could you leave me without saying goodbye?’

‘I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Klaus because if I would’ve looked at your face and said those words, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. It would’ve made leaving so much harder.’

‘Look at me,’ his thumb swiped across your cheek, ‘this is the face of someone who will never let you die or get hurt,’

Your heart clenched as you looked at him, tears pooling at your lower lash line. ‘Klaus—‘

‘Please promise me to not leave without saying goodbye first,’

‘You have to promise, Y/n…’

‘What makes you think I don’t want to die anymore, Klaus?’

Klaus stared back at you; empty eyes, no thoughts to be said out loud.

‘Promise me to not kill yourself, seriously? What makes you think I won’t try to do this again? I love you Klaus, I do, but my love is not bigger than my will to live.’

‘Y/n, stop talking…’

‘Why? Because you thought I’d thank you for saving me? I didn’t want to be saved, Nik! I never wanted to. All I wanted was for all of this shit to go away and you brought me back to this shit.’

‘Y/n, please,’

‘Leave.’

‘What?’

‘I said leave!’

‘No!’

‘LEAVE!’

‘NO!’

Tears started streaming down your face, ‘Fuck you, Nik.’ And you stood up to go to your room.

Klaus stayed over the next several days. Sleeping against your closed door as he tried to patch things back up. But it was your decision to make a change, and your decision to forgive him.

[inkspiredwriting]

A Lifetime and even longer

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I had the idea for this story because I thought of my grandparents. My grandparents knew each other as children and then became a couple when they were teenagers. When my grandma died, my grandpa died a week later. And somehow I thought it would be the same with Five and his wife.

Warnings: Angst, Death

In the golden hues of a fading afternoon, the garden was bathed in warm sunlight. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, whispering through the old trees that had witnessed years of life, laughter, and memories. It was a peaceful, almost timeless setting—an oasis where Five and Y/n sat together, side by side, their hands entwined as they rested on a large lounger beneath the shade of a towering oak tree.

Five's once sharp, piercing green eyes had softened with age, his silver hair still cropped close, but with deep lines now etched into his face—a testament to the battles fought, the worlds saved, and the years that had passed. Y/n, beside him, looked as graceful and gentle as ever, her own hair now streaked with silver, her smile still as warm as the first day they met. Her hand rested lightly on Five’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall as they both took in the tranquil scene before them.

Their world had grown quieter in recent years. All of Five’s siblings were gone now—save for Klaus, who could never truly leave this world. Klaus stood a little ways off, watching them, his eyes a mixture of sadness and acceptance. He had made peace with his eternal life, even if it meant being the last of his family left to witness their passing. He could always see them, his brothers and sister, as ghosts lingering in the edges of his vision, but today, it was Five and Y/n who held his attention.

“Klaus is here,” Y/n said softly, her voice like the wind, barely a whisper. “He’s watching over us.”

Five nodded, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. “He always was the one to stay behind, wasn’t he?”

Y/n smiled gently. “Always the one with the most heart. He never lets us go.”

They sat there in comfortable silence for a long moment, the weight of their shared life resting between them. Their children had long since grown up and moved away to start families of their own. Maddie and Milo, the lights of their lives, had visited not too long ago, saying their goodbyes, knowing that this chapter was coming to a close. But right now, it was just the two of them—the way it had always been, ever since that day Five first realized he loved her.

“I’ve had a good life,” Five murmured, his voice soft but steady. “No regrets. Not with you by my side.”

Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice filled with quiet emotion. “I’ve never been so happy, Five. I didn’t think, after everything, that I’d get this. But you—” she squeezed his hand gently—“you gave me the life I never even knew I wanted.”

Five turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. His voice broke just a little when he spoke. “I never deserved you, but I’m glad you found me anyway.”

Y/n smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. “You deserved everything, Five. You’ve saved the world countless times. You saved me.”

They sat there in the garden, wrapped in love and the kind of peace that only comes from a lifetime spent together. The sky above them began to shift from golden to soft pinks and purples, the sun dipping lower on the horizon. Klaus, watching them from afar, shifted uneasily. He could feel it—the weight of what was coming. His heart ached, knowing that this was their last sunset together, and he wished, just for a moment, that he didn’t have to witness it. But then again, he knew it was his place to be here. To bear witness. To say goodbye.

Y/n turned to look at Five, her eyes filled with love that seemed to stretch back through the years. “Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked softly.

Five chuckled, his voice rasping with age. “How could I forget? You were a disaster.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “And you were so grumpy. I didn’t think you’d ever like me.”

“I didn’t,” Five replied, though the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. “But then you grew on me. I had no choice.”

“You had every choice,” Y/n whispered, her voice trembling with affection. “And I’m so glad you chose me.”

Five turned his head to look at her, his heart swelling with emotion he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in so long. “I’d choose you a thousand times over, in every timeline.”

They fell silent again, their breaths steady and synchronized, their hands still clasped tightly. The warmth of the day began to fade, but neither of them felt it. There was only the steady beat of their hearts, the memories of their life together, and the knowledge that they had loved fiercely, truly.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/n’s breathing began to slow. Five, his own heart faltering, squeezed her hand one last time. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I love you too,” Y/n replied, her voice soft as a lullaby.

And then, together, they closed their eyes, their breaths growing shallow. Five’s arms wrapped protectively around his wife as the world grew still.

Klaus, standing at a respectful distance, felt the shift before he saw it. He sighed deeply, wiping at his eyes as he approached the lounger. His heart clenched in sorrow as he saw them lying there, side by side, holding each other in death just as they had in life.

With a sad smile, Klaus knelt beside them, murmuring softly. “Rest easy, brother. You earned this.”

As he stood, the air around him shimmered slightly, and suddenly, he wasn’t alone. He turned and saw them—his family. His brothers and sisters, all of them standing there, their ghostly forms bathed in soft light. Luther, Allison, Diego, Viktor, Ben… all of them were there, watching over Five and Y/n. And standing beside them now, were Five and Y/n too, their forms glowing gently in the dim light.

Klaus smiled, tears in his eyes, as he saw the look of peace on their faces. His family, whole again, even in death. "Well," he said with a sniff, "I guess we’re all together now."

Five and Y/n, their hands still clasped even as spirits, looked at Klaus with quiet smiles. And though Klaus knew the pain of eternal life would never leave him, in that moment, surrounded by the ones he loved, he didn’t feel so alone anymore.

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 20

Word Count- 3.8k

Warnings- Swearing, injury, stick, Theo, Klaus, Theo and Klaus

“We’re going to go meet Bonnie’s birth mother. Want to join us?”

I blow out a low breath as Elena tells me her day plans over the phone. I ponder her question momentarily and then glance at Theo, who is currently curled into a sad ball on my bed.

“I would but…I’m on Theo watch duty. Gotta make sure he doesn’t have another mental breakdown,” I whisper the last part into the phone but Theo must’ve heard because I hear him mutter “bitch” at me.

“Yikes… How’s he doing,” Elena asks wearily.

I blow out another breath as Theo wails loudly, “You hear that?”

“Oh… definite yikes. Well, call us if you need anything ok? And, please stay inside, or don’t go anywhere near Stefan.”

I huff, “Ya trust me, I’m staying as far away from that bastard as I can.”

“You talking about Stefan,” I hear Theo growl out and I shush him.

“Tell Bonnie I’ll kick her mother’s ass if things go south,” I say into the phone and Elena’s voice gets muffled as she says something to someone near her.

“Bonnie says she will and she appreciates it,” Elena laughs.

We then say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone and remember the elephant in the room. 

“You’ve really got to move on dude. It’s not like he’s dead,” I sit down on the edge of my bed and my brother sits up and glares at me. He’s wrapped up in a fluffy pink blanket so his glare is more pathetic than scary.

“Mind yourself, woman,” He bites, “What if your Gilbert left you?”

I begin to roll my eyes at him but stop and frown. 

“SEE! You’d be in my position if your book buddy left you! So don’t come bitching at me because my SOULMATE left me,” He cries out and I let out a long breath.

“Can’t you have your mid-life crisis in your room?”

“The internet says you're not supposed to be alone in times of mourning,” He quickly responds.

“Ya well,” I rub my forehead, “You're giving me a fucking migraine.”

At the mention of my head, Theo frowns and leans closer to me inspecting my head, “How is your head? I swear to God as soon as I get my hands on that stupid bitchass motherfucking vampire imma kill him.”

I smile softly at him and sit back, “I’m fine now. And promise me if you see Stefan you will run the other way,” I say trying to hide the slight fear in my voice. 

“Y/n he hurt you, I’m not going to just-”

“Theo! Please! Do you see how you are acting because Jeremy left you? If something were to happen to you…I’d be one hundred times worse than this. I couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t exist, alright? And Stefan he’s… not himself right now. He doesn't care about me and he definitely doesn’t care about you. So, promise me you’ll stay away from him.”

Theo nods and grabs my shoulders, bringing me in for a hug, “I’d lose my shit too if you weren’t here. That’s why it sucks I can’t defend you. Seeing you in the condition you were the other night was horrible.”

I think back to when Klaus dropped me off, and Theo was right at the front door to see it and also see the absolute wreck I was. 

“I know and I’m sorry you had to see that,” I apologize. 

Theo shakes his head, “You have nothing to apologize for,” Theo stops talking and then side-eyes me, “Also… would you like to explain to me why exactly Klaus, the Original hybrid, was on our front porch dropping you off?”

“Well…”

Flashback

The dark forest flies by me as Klaus drives down the dark road towards my house. An awkward silence fills Klaus’ expensive SUV as I stare at my fingers that are resting in my lap. You would think for someone who loves to hear himself talk so much he’d be yapping away but after he practically carried me to the car, and placed me into my seat, he hasn’t said a word.  

After another moment I let out a sigh, “You didn’t have to take me home…I could’ve rode with Alastair.”

Klaus doesn’t move his eyes away from the road, “With Alastair’s track record of making sure you come to no harm…I decided I should start taking things into my own hands.”

I frown, “So what? You’re going to start stalking me now?”

Even in this poorly lit car, I can’t miss the small smirk on his face, “Hypothetically.”

“Great,” I say sarcastically.

Everything is silent for a moment until a car with its high beams on drives by us and I wince and let out a gasp of pain at the intrusion of light on my already pounding head. 

“Here,” I hear Klaus’ voice and a biting sound and have to fight the urge to puke again when I see him bite into his wrist.

“Hell no,” I shake my head, “I’ll live with the headache.”

Klaus pretty much growls, “Sorry to burst your bubble, Princess. But, that little headache of yours is most likely a concussion. And I can’t have you falling asleep tonight and not waking up because of it. So just drink.”

I shake my head defiantly and watch his wrist heal itself, “I’ll live.”

Klaus turns and glares at me and if I was in a better state I would glare right back at the bitch but I’m so worn down that I just stare back at him. Klaus’ glare drops when he sees I’m not glaring back at him.

“Y/n, just drink…”

“What’s a mate?”

The car swerves and I quickly grab the closest thing to me which happens to be Klaus’ hand that is lying on the center console. Images of Stefan and the bridge flash in my mind and I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack. Or dying. I could definitely be dying too. 

“Y/n! Y/n focus on me,” I hear Klaus’ voice in my head but I can’t seem to focus on anything or stop the panic attack that is building.

“Fuck it,” Is all I hear before the air is being taken out of my lungs and my face is being squished by Klaus’ large hands. It takes me a moment to register why I feel a pressure on my mouth but when I open my eyes and see Klaus’ face before mine I realize…Klaus is kissing me. Klaus whatever his last name is, is fucking kissing me. His lips are on my lips at this very moment. Holy shit. 

I know I should push him off me but I’m going to blame it on my lack of consciousness right now because I’m leaning into him. I’m kissing him back. 

Klaus pulls away from me a moment later and I stare at him wide-eyed. I bring my shaking hand up to my lips and trace my bottom lip with my finger, trying not to think about how right it felt to be that close to him. 

“I’m sorry,  I shouldn’t have done that,” Klaus’ voice pulls me out of my stupor.

“Then…why did you?”

Klaus leans back and it seems like he’s trying to make as much distance between him and me as he possibly can, which sends a stabbing pain to my chest.

“You were having a panic attack. What I’ve learned over the years is that holding your breath will stop it.”

At Klaus’ reason, a wave of embarrassment flows through me. I can’t figure out why but, a sense of rejection fills me as well.

“Oh,” I softly say, “I’m sorry.”

I can feel Klaus’ stare as I look back down to my hands. 

“Why are you apologizing?”

I shrug, “For freaking out. And for making you,” I point to my lips embarrassingly, “Y’know.”

A bigger wave of embarrassment runs through me at the sound of Klaus’ laugh. 

“Trust me, Princess,” Klaus tugs on the end of my hair lightly to gain my attention, “Kissing you is the opposite of sorrowful.”

I look at Klaus’ who has a mix of a smirk and a smile on his face and I nod quickly before looking away, feeling a warmth build throughout me. 

I notice now that we’ve pulled off to the side of the road. 

“We can go now. I’m okay,” I gesture to the road ahead and try to catch a glimpse of Klaus out of the corner of my eye but he’s still staring at me. 

“Not until you let me heal you.”

I shake my head, “You vampires keep trying to get me to drink your blood and it’s weird.”

Klaus’ eyes darken, “What other vampires?”

I shrug, “Just like Damon, and,” I pause, “Your brother.”

“You’ve drank Elijah’s blood but you won’t drink mine?”

Klaus’ harsh voice bites at me and I flinch back in my seat. 

Klaus’ glare instantly drops as he runs a hand over his face, “You have no reason to flinch around me. I’d never… I’d never do anything like that to you.”

I frown at the man who has uprooted and ruined my friends’ lives over the past 4 months and shake my head, “Are you serious?!”

Klaus stares at me for a moment before leaning back in his seat again, “I’ve never laid a hand on you or your brother.”

At the mention of Theo I stiffen, “How do you know about him?”

Klaus looks at me with an “Are you serious” look.

“Alastair,” I say knowingly and growled.

“He’s not the best at protecting but he is great at getting information.”

I pause for a moment and then glare at him, “If you ever try anything against Theo, I swear to whatever Gods are out there I will-”

“Slow it, Princess,” Klaus raises a hand stopping me, “Your brother has nothing to fear from me. Hurting him is hurting you.”

“Why is not hurting me of importance to you? Because of what Stefan said in the car? We’re mates?”

My question has Klaus leaning forward and starting the car again.

“Seriously,” I exhale at him and he doesn’t spare me a glance.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I go to rub my hands over my face but Klaus’ hand grabs mine stopping me.

“You’re going to hit your wound. Put your hand down.”

“Why can’t I ever just know the truth? I’m so sick and tired of everyone hiding things from me like I’m so fucking kid! I haven’t been a kid in years and I can handle a lot more than you fuckers think I can.”

Klaus watches me for a moment and then shakes his head, “I don’t think you understand.”

“No, I understand you perfectly! I understand you’re just like the rest of them!”

“Y/n. Listen to me,” Klaus leans back over to me so my full attention is on him, “First of all, I’m nothing like anyone that you’ve ever met before, so don’t insult me. Second, I don’t think you’re a child. I can see it in your eyes, that look that mirrors my own. You and I are the same, Astin Min. And third, it’s not you that can’t handle it. It’s me.”

I stare at Klaus and he stares back at me. 

“Why can’t you?”

Klaus runs his tongue over his teeth before letting out a sigh.

“Question for question,” He shakes his head slightly, “Correction. Question for a favor.”

I narrow my eyes at him and frown, “What kind of favor?”

Klaus smirks, “You drink my blood. I’ll answer your question.”

I groan as I stare at him. The idea of drinking his blood disgusts me but staying in the dark pisses me off.

“Fine. Let’s get the over with,” I lean over the console toward him and open my mouth. 

Klaus seems to be almost surprised by my agreement as his eyebrows slightly raise. His eyes go towards my open mouth and for a moment in the dark car, I could swear a hint of red tints on his cheeks. But before I can stare too long Klaus bites into his wrist and presses it to my mouth. I think I’m about to vomit when the warm liquid hits my tongue but instead, I groan at the delicious taste. Embarrassment has me quickly pulling away and wiping my lips. 

Klaus on the other hand is smirking like the fucking devil he is, “It’s better than Elijah’s, isn’t it.”

I glare at him, “I’m going to swing on you.”

Klaus releases a hearty laugh and I feel my upper lip twitch at the sound. 

“It’s your turn Jackass,” I cut his laughing off and he rolls his eyes. 

Klaus puts the car in drive and for a moment I think he’s going to back out of our deal but then he clears his throat. 

“I’ve gone a thousand years without a weakness, Y/n. A thousand years with no one having any leverage over me, other than my father.,” He pauses at the mention of Mikael, “You threaten that. A thousand years, and now my biggest threat is an 18-year-old girl.”

He bitterly laughs out the last part as if he can’t believe it’s true.

“I’m no threat to you. You’re the great big bad hybrid. I can’t even run up a flight of stairs without getting winded. How could I ever harm you?”

Klaus turns to me and his eyes go towards my wounded head before turning back towards the road.

“You have no idea.”

—

“I’m not even going to ask how you knew how to get to my house without me telling you,” I say as I go to open my car door but Klaus speeds over to my side and opens it for me. 

Maybe he and Elijah are related.

“You can ask, I can’t promise you’ll like the answer,” Klaus says as he helps me out of the car. 

I get out and try to walk on my own but a wave of tiredness flows through me and I feel my knees buckle. Thankfully, I feel Klaus’ arm wrap around my waist to keep me up.

“What the hell?!”

Theo’s screeching voice has me cringing in pain and I can hear Klaus growl from beside me. 

I open my eyes to see Theo running out of the front door and down the steps to me, wrapped in my fucking comforter. 

“Unhand her you bitch,” Theo yells and points his finger at Klaus who looks entirely unimpressed with my younger brother’s antics.

“Theo, chill the fuck out and go back inside. I’ll be in in a moment,” I try to wave my brother away but he shushes me and grabs me out of Klaus’ arms. 

“What kind of brother and manly protector would I be if I left you alone with this,” Theo glares at Klaus, who still has a hand on the bottom of my elbow, “thing.”

Klaus’ eyes go from my brother’s face to the giant lavender blanket wrapped around him, “I would insult you, but I know about your lack of male figures in your life. So this,” He gestures to the blanket, “Is not your fault. It appears your sister has just raised herself a sister.”

I swallow a laugh as Theo looks like he’s about to internally combust. He lets go of me and if it weren’t for Klaus’ hand on my elbow I probably would have fallen. Klaus narrows his eyes at my brother because of his actions.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” Theo puts his fists up and I laugh at the amount of stupidness.

I look over to Klaus who’s standing next to me and he meets my eyes for a moment and then rolls his own.

“Klaus.”

“Well listen here Klau-”

Theo stops. 

“Wait,” Theo’s eyes go from wide to wider as his mouth drops open when he realizes who he just tried fist fighting. Theo slowly drops his fists, “Did you just say Klaus?”

Klaus seems to be beside himself for getting this kind of reaction out of my brother and I glare at him, “The one and only.”

Theo stares wide-eyed at the Original for a moment before turning around towards our lawn. I think he’s going to make a run for it but he quickly leans down and then turns back. I watch in awe as he throws a fucking stick at Klaus, bonking the hybrid right in his pretty face. 

“Quick, sister,” Theo yells as I feel him rip me out of Klaus’ arms and starts to drag me up the stairs. 

“Theo! Hold the fuck on, you dumbass,” I pull away from my brother as we make it to the porch and he stares at me like I’ve grown two heads. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!?!?”

“He’s not going to hurt us,” I tell my brother, “Or at least he wasn’t until you threw a fucking twig at his head.”

I look down at where Klaus is standing. I try to fight it but a loud laugh escapes my lips when I see him glaring up at us with the small twig breaking in his left hand. 

“Luv, I know I made a promise about not hurting him, but I think I might have to break that,” He bites out and I instantly stiffen and move in front of my little brother.

“You’ll have to kill me first,” I threaten him and we glare back at each other.

“This sexual tension is freaking me out,” Theo’s voice takes my focus away from Klaus as I turn to glare at my brother instead. 

“Shut up, Theo!”

“Oh, let the boy continue,” Klaus snarkily says and I turn back to glare at him. Thankfully the dark look from before has vanished and is now replaced by his usual smirk. 

I feel Theo’s hand tug on mine and I squeeze his. Theo talks a tough game but I can feel the shaking coming from his hand. 

“He hurt you Y/n,” Theo whispers to me as he stares wearily at my bloody head.

“Did not,” Klaus retorts.

Theo turns his attention back to the Original, “Did too!”

“Did no-”

“Jesus Christ stop you two,” I groan and rub my temple with my free hand, “Theo it was Stefan who hurt me. Klaus actually…helped me. I guess.”

I turn to see my brother’s confused face and can hear Klaus mutter “She guesses” under his breath. 

“Stefan did this to you,” Theo questions, and as I nod his weary look turns to one of anger, “Fine. Then grab that stick we’re going to go stab Stefan instead.”

Theo begins to walk back down the steps and Klaus raises the stick up for him to take.

“I’ll join you, mate.”

I pull my brother back with a huff, “Theo go back inside. Now.”

Theo goes to argue but I glare at him.  With one last huff and an “I’m watching you” gesture to Klaus, he walks back inside. But I can see the living room curtain push open slightly so I know he’s still watching. 

“You two are definitely related,” Klaus growls as he looks up at me. 

“Sadly,” I respond. 

Klaus and I stand there for another moment just watching each other and I feel my face warm up. 

“Well…um. Thank I guess,” I say awkwardly and turn to the front door.

“Y/n,” Klaus’ voice has me stopping and turning over my shoulder to look at him. He looks like he’s about to say something else but then clears his throat. 

“Good night.”

—-

“YOU KISSED HIM?!?!?”

I roll my eyes as Theo stares wide-eyed at me. 

“Technically, he kissed me,” I respond and Theo shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh you kissed him back,” He says and looks at me like I just committed the worst sin imaginable.

I look down at my hands as a wave of shame washes through me. 

“You can’t tell anyone, Theo. Seriously. Not Jeremy, or Elena, or anyone,” I look at my brother worried.

Theo narrows his eyes, “Why not?”

I give him an “Are you serious” look.

Theo thinks for a moment and then nods, “Oh, ya. Crazy Pyshco that killed your best friend and is harassing all your friends now. Ya, secrets safe with me.”

I grab Theo’s hand, “Theo, I’m serious.”

Theo squeezes my hand, “I promise. Sibling pact and shit….Also,” Theo smirks, “Was it good?”

I frown, confused, “Was what good?”

“The kiss,” Theo smirks evilly.

I smile sweetly at my brother and then hit him upside the head with my hand.

“Ow, woman. Don’t be putting your filthy hands on my precious hair.”

“Your greasy hair,” I say back and he stares at me in shock.

“How dare you! It is not greasy,” He tries to fight back but when I raise an eyebrow at him he quickly stands up and runs to my mirror. The screech that leaves his mouth as he stares into the mirror has me rolling my eyes. 

Theo quickly drops my blanket on the floor and runs out of the room. Not even 2 minutes later I hear the water from the shower turn on. I quickly stand up, shut my door, and then lock it. 

—-

“Wait, so that means I can’t fist-fight Bonnie’s mother,” I ask Elena.

Elena called me as soon as she got home from her trip with Bonnie to meet Bonnie’s mother. I guess Bonnie’s mother ended up losing her magic when she did a spell to desecrate Mikael 16 years ago but is willing to try to get her magic back to help her daughter open the unopenable coffin or some shit. There’s so much going on in this town that everything’s starting to mesh together. 

“No…I mean at least not right now,” Elena jokes and I huff.

“Fine. But if she hurts Bonnie I’m throwing my fist right into her throat,” I pretend to jab the air as I put the phone in between my shoulder and ear.

“Are you fighting the air right now,” Elena asks and I stop.

“No….”

Elena laughs, “Well, if you do need to fight her I’ll be there rooting for you.”

I smile, “Thanks, I appreciate it,” I pull up my towel that is wrapped around my body. 

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay,” I tell Elena and she agrees and I hang up the phone. 

My still-wet hair leaves shivers on my body as I open my bedroom door and walk inside. But when my Y/E/C eyes meet brown eyes I stop.

“Hello, Elskan. I think you and I are long overdue for a chat.”

[boundbyeclipse]

Hii, I just want to start off by saying that your writing is absolutely amazinggg seriously! And I’ve now seen that you uploaded a prompt list so I was wondering if you could do prompt 5 from angst, and specifically maybe if it would work out Kai saying that to reader because she’s an original vampire? You don’t have to do that of course it’s just an idea and then maybe if it would be possible to combine that with prompt 2 from smut?

Anyway i just want to say again that your writing is amazing anddd im so happy that you write for Kai cause we really need more Kai fanfics out here

hello, darling! ♡ i cannot describe how grateful i am hearing such words, it’s exactly what keeps me going! and yes, we do need more fics with kai on here, i totally agree with you. glad to be one of those who can give people what they want! feel free to request, leave feedback, give ideas or just ask anything in general ♡ + i decided to portray kai simply as a powerful witch in this fic, no bad background, no murders, no sociopathic behavior. will this make any sense? i don’t know. anyways, i hope that you like it ♡

tags : witch!Kai, female!reader, original vampire!reader, Kai with a lingerie kink, a little fight, hickeys, oral sex, make up sex (?), Klaus and Rebekah mentioned

♠️ 5. “Why would I help someone like you?”

⛓️ 2. “I like it when you say my name like that”

“So, what are you here for?” Kai asked as he tilted his head sideways, standing across the room.

“I need your help”

Ever since your brother has gone missing, you have been nothing but desperate to find him. You’ve searched for ways to know where he is, and there was nobody who could help you track him down. Not a single witch wanted any business with the Mikaelsons knowing their past behaviors and stubborness. Every time you pleaded for help, they would turn you down and leave you with no other choice but to keep trying. And as much as you had no good of a relationship with people in Mystic Falls, this was your last chance. Your only hope was no other than Kai Parker.

The man who you once had a romance blooming with.

“Seriously? Why would I help someone like you? You and your family left Mystic Falls without saying goodbye, know how much that hurt me? You left me. I thought we really had something. You Mikaelsons are all about leaving things and people behind just for your own sake”

You shook your head as you took a few steps closer to him, gulping as regret began washing over you.

“It’s just because my family wouldn’t let me. I wanted to, Kai, I really did. But I was forced to leave and I had no time to come and say my goodbyes. And I’m sorry for that, okay? I’m really, really sorry. I know it’s plain stupidity of me to show up like this out of the blue, but I really need you to help me”

“And of all those witches in New Orleans, you chose me? Is it because you wanted to see me again? Or is it because you think that I’ll help you since I’m the only one who cares?”

Tears welled up in your eyes when Kai said the very last sentence. Does he still care? Even after your unnanounced disappearance? Maybe there’s still a little spark in his heart just like there is one in yours. There has to be. It’s in his eyes. You can see it. Yes, you’ve managed to adapt to a new location, new life, but no matter what you did, Kai never left your mind. He was always there.

“Probably both, if I’m honest. Don’t lie to me now, Kai, admit that you actually do still care. Admit that we still have something”

Silence stands in between you both as Kai avoids to give you an answer. It’s almost crystal clear that there are feelings lingering between you both, even after all this time of not seeing each other. The connection, the way your hearts beat in sync, the way you look at one another. It gives it all away. Love has never left your poor souls.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?” he finally breaks the silence, drawing your attention back to him as you were lost in your thoughts.

“It’s my brother. Klaus. I need you to do a locator spell on him. He’s been gone and no one wanted to help me. Someone must’ve taken him and imprisoned him”

Kai walked up to the table and grabbed a map, unfolding it and placing it down. He lit up a few candles and put them on the sides. He shot you a look, from which you understood that he needed a personal item or anything with your brother’s DNA on it.

“Oh, right. Here” you came up to him and handed an old ring of Klaus’s that he used to wear a lot.

“I’m gonna need to draw some blood from you since you two are related. Just a little bit. Shall I?”

You nod and watch as Kai grabs a knife, then taking your hand in his gently. Your eyes meet at that moment, the skinship creating a pretty much awkward atmosphere in the room. Kai clears his throat while you look away for a few seconds, knowing deep inside your heart that you have missed this so much. It was so nice to feel his skin again since the last time you saw him. It brought back many memories and it hurt. You really wanted things to be good again. You wanted Kai back.

He cut your palm and you squeezed it into a fist, allowing drops of blood to drip onto the map below.

“Give me your hand now”

You gave him your other hand to hold as Kai began to chant a spell to find Klaus. The small drops of blood began moving to connect into a big one, leading to the location of your brother.

“He’s in New York” you sighed in relief, letting go of Kai’s hand as he revealed the location. You could only nod before speaking.

“Thank you” a faint whisper could be heard.

As you stood up from your seat ready to leave, you heard a low, full of desperation voice that called out your name. You froze in place, feeling the way every muscle in your body tensed up once your eyes met.

“Wait” he says, voice shaky and husky, eyes glossy and wide open as he stands in front of you, his quickened heartbeat reaching your ears. He was nervous.

“I admit it. I admit that I still care. And I really was angry that evening when you left, I really was. I tried to move on, had other girls hit on me, but it never worked out. Not in their favor. Because it was you who occupied my mind day and night, I couldn’t let any other woman get to know me because I always held on and waited for you. I was even willing to wait for however long I should. I’m sorry, ____, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that”

You let out a choked sob, running over to Kai and pressing your lips against his, indulging yourself into a passionate kiss. You then pulled away, lips parted as you looked into Kai’s blue eyes, his pupils dilated. The tension was growing with each second that passed.

He did not hesitate and pulled you into another kiss - this time, a deeper, lustful one. His strong hands held your hips firmly, constantly pulling them against his own body, soon finding their way to the back of your thighs. You felt his fingertips digging into your soft skin, leaving you breathless and craving for something more. You pushed him against the wall, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere on the floor. Kai let out a little moan as your lips kissed on his neck, leaving wet traces on it. He grabbed you by the waist and fumbled with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to take it off. He attacked your exposed chest with bites, sucking on it lightly as he left marks here and there.

“Kai” you moaned out loud, head thrown back.

“I like it when you say my name like that”

It felt so ecstatic to feel him again. You have almost forgotten how soft his skin was, how much his touch brought you to your knees, how beautiful he sounded whenever you kissed his neck. But tonight, everything came back to you.

Soon you both were left nearly naked, clothes scattered all over the room as you were on top of him in his bed. Your nails left scratches on his stomach as you kissed down his v-line, listening to Kai’s breath hitch in reaction to the sensation. You smirked against his flesh, enjoying the little whimpers of his. Your hands then played with his rock hard length, stroking it agonisingly slowly in order to tease.

Your dominance was short lived as Kai sat up and flipped you around, now hovering above you, his fingers digging under your panties to rub circles on your wet clit.

“Oh my god” you wailed, arching your back and gripping on the mattress.

But then, to your surprise, your phone that you left on the drawer in the room started ringing. It stopped Kai from doing what he was doing, but quickly enough his lips curved into a smirk. He leaves you lying on the bed for a brief moment, grabbing the phone and bringing it to you. The person’s name showed up on the screen and your eyes widened.

“Pick up” he challenges you as he hands you the device, hovering above you and continuing to tease you with his hands.

“Kai-“

“Come on. Pick it up” his eyes darken and you’re left with no other option but to oblige. You grab your phone breathless, watching as Kai lays down and positions himself in between your legs, kissing your pulsating core through the fabric.

You gulp as you swipe right to answer the call.

“Rebekah” you say, trying your best to not sound suspicious. It’s hard to do so once Kai pulls your panties aside and dives in, using his tongue to please you. He licks a stripe up your folds, causing you to bite your lip to suppress the moans that were fighting to slip out.

“Did you find Klaus?”

“Y-yeah, we found him. He’s in New York” you spoke with a pretty shaky voice, fearing that she’s going to catch on and embarrass you right here right now.

“Are you alright? What’s going on?” she asks.

Damn it.

“Yes, I’m okay. Just- Just head there, I’ll join soon”

Rebekah sighed, “Okay. I’ll leave you to your fun then”

You quickly hang up and Kai giggles against your cunt, to which you can only respond with a huff. But your mind is taken back to where it was when Kai sits up and aligns himself with your entrance, his tip brushing against it. You choke on your breath, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Stop teasing, please”

“I will. Because I cannot hold it any longer either” he groans as he pushes himself into you, making your mouth open wide as you gasp. Kai leans in and kisses you, moving his hips back and forth as he grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, intertwining the fingers. He wasted no time in picking up the pace, the bed now creaking and bodies layered in a coat of sweat.

It did not take long before you both felt your climaxes coming. Kai sat up and pulled you in, now holding your body close to his as you worked your hips back and forth, your faces so close your lips brushed against each other’s. You buried your fingers in his hair, tugging on it lightly while Kai took a good squeeze on your ass.

Both of you had your heads thrown back once you reached your ends, fireworks exploding in your bodies. He held you tightly throughout your orgasm, then planting a kiss on your forehead as loud breaths filled the room.

“I so wish I could stay” you confessed, caressing his cheek as you two now stood near the bedroom door.

“You don’t have to. I’ll come with you”

“What?” your eyes widened, thinking you might’ve misheard him.

“You heard me, angel. Now let’s take a shower and go help Rebekah to get your brother back, alright?”

You nodded, pecking his warm lips as you followed him down the hall to the bathroom.