#as a klaus lover I am in complete shock

[jupiter-letters]

I just finished season 4 of umbrella academy and I sat in complete silence for 10 straight minutes. I can't believe what I witnessed. What the hell just happened y'all?

[lemonwisp]

Okay folks here is my honest review of season 4 of the umbrella academy (not that it matters but this is from a person who’s obsession runs so deep I started a meme page for this show, I started making edits because of this show, I found out how to label my sexuality because of this show, after season 1 I bought all the comics and then I also bought the you look like death comics when they came out, I have nearly every funko pop (rip hazel and cha cha when I get you and when I get young Ben my collection will be complete) I love this show more than words can describe)

I was expecting it to be bad, in the way that season 3 was bad, and it wasn’t bad in that way, however there was still some awful cgi (tua really shows me that shows can have wonderful and awful cgi at the same time)

I enjoyed the first episode and became hopeful when Klaus got the dog tags but then he doesn’t even put them on despite keeping them. I loved Klaus’s friendship with Claire, I liked Luther acting like a golden retriever. Blah blah blah. I liked Diego and the piñata and the fact they called their firstborn Grace was really sweet

However the continuity errors in this season really bothered me. At the end of season 3 Klaus still has the dog tags and temple tattoo, in the promotional picture Klaus has the temple tattoo, yet in the show it wasn’t there.

The plot hole of Sloane not being there (I know realistically when Allison told Reggie the timeline she wanted she was being selfish but still)

Also the thing about Lila and hating bracelets totally goes back on the fact that Diego got her one in season 2 and she wore it all the time.

THE FACT IT TOOK THEM SO LONG TO GET TO MAINE BUT WHEN PEOPLE JUST WALKED OFF THEY GOT BACK TO THEIR HOUSES AND STUFF SO FAST

The fact Ray leaving was mentioned only twice and we never got more information on that.

The fact that Klaus pulled the lovers card and Dave didn’t come back! The fact Klaus had time to try to summon Dave and just didn’t. Klaus writing STOP on their hand and then that just disappearing. Also Klaus’s PTSD just not being shown anymore.

I’m not even going to talk about the Lila and Five situation because I’m so unbelievably angry about it. I’m obviously angry about Dave not being mentioned at all.

Also I thought Klaus being a medium was clever but also then it just turned into them being used and idk I just want Klaus to be happy

Also Ben this season was funny, but I just miss brelly Ben so much.

And while they were in the subway station I was waiting for Brelly ben to show up because the scene in season 3 of Ben BEING ON A TRAIN! I was like oh that must be brelly ben, like that’s where he went after turning into swiss cheese and then they’d get him and have him face sparrow Ben or something.

And after all of the lead up to how Ben originally died and it just being that Reggie killed him. I feel like that wasn’t that big of a shock value because Reginald seems like the type to do that. I also feel like it was kind of boring. But I did appreciate the fact the young cast were in season 4

Also I’m not saying Jennifer should have died but they said only one of them needed to die and I know it’s selfish to want Ben to live and I felt bad for Jennifer it’s just I didn’t really grow attached to her

I understand why it ended the way it did but also am upset with the ending. I admit the marigolds at the end were cute, but even though I know it’s self indulgent to wish for this I just wanted them to be happy. Or even if the ending was just like a time loop and it restarted back to season 1 would have made me feel a bit more satisfied.

I don’t know, it’s just that I’ve grown up watching tua, I’ve spent five years of my life hyperfixating on this show, and it feels like the actors care about their characters and the writers do not.

However I’m so glad I got to be part of this journey with all the other TUA fans, I thank everyone who supported my meme page I have on Instagram, who makes fan art, fan fiction, and edits about the show and comics, everyone who cares about TUA, and I’m sorry that it ended the way that it did because frankly seeing the fans care more about the characters than the writers hurts. Knowing the injustices done to the characters hurts, but I’m glad I’m not alone when I say season four kinda fucking sucked.

EDIT: NOT TO EVEN MENTION IN SEASON 3 BEN KEPT DRAWING JENNIFER THEN THAT WAS NEVER MENTIONED IN SEASON 4 and CLAIRE KNEW KLAUS WAS IMMORTAL LIKE WHEN DID SHE FIND THAT OUT

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 1 - 6

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

Big things are happening, both happy and sad.

*Looks at promo images *... I think 19 is a bit of an understatement.

'Why would they need a messenger" ummm cause it's dope asf, next question?

NOOOOO I BELIEVE YOU MARIA!! I DOOO...

Maria deserves so much better, she's like my favorite rn, pls don't turn evil like you look like in the steam card.

HUUUUUHHH?????!! Noooo he was like one of the funnier and more entertaining siblings... But what? Him? Why him? like I'd get Klaus, but i don't get why he would be the one to be murdered. Also how does he know? What did he say? What did he do? Pls question arc, less questions more answers.

Now I believe him when he said he's fixing his make-up, with this woman ass expectations (I am not misogynistic, the joke is just referring to the usual stereotypes attributed to women when they're mad, nor do i make-up is only for women)

pls don't die with him.

great theory, unfortunately

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No way if he pulls out the hidden gold... Silly billy.

😦

Holly shit i'll try to put less screenshots cause I'm not really saying anything but this is so shocking i literally put one hand at my mouth. I will not be able to handle the answer arc lmao.

I propose we kill this guy. Everyone will miss him way less.

Is it too fast to headcanon her as having a chronic illness/chronic pain? Will it turn out that her headaches are plot relevant?

Anyway quite interesting the dynamics between the spouses in the family. Battler's parents seem to rely on each other a lot (as it is also said in the tips) and in a way know each other, while Klaus and Natsuhi's relationship is almost completely one-sided. I feel bad for her, but I have a feeling it won't get better.

AGHH the conversation between Jessica and Natsuhi aaahhh. I love her so much, and I truly hope things get better between them. fingers crossed.

could this be because Gohda is the least involved with the entire family, and the one all the siblings are sure isn't a spy for their father? I mean that's probably it now that I'm writing it out. (yeah i was right)

OI OI OI!! guest?? as in one?? also what's with the bold!? huh huh huh???

*looks at the steam bg called 'the lovers' and raises one eyebrow*. Aso i am quite curious where this entire furniture thing comes from, and in what it will evolve

😳

This is so sweet but wait...if Sayo doesn't return to the guesthouse...? I mean it's probably just an excuse but like what will she do in the main house... she's not allowed there....

Anyways finaaalyyyy end of chapter, i love this story but this chapter felt so long lol. I'll probably continue playing tho lmao. Bye bye ;P

next part

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Started This? (Klaus x Reader)

(Y/n) was willing to take a bullet for klaus, she would have thrown herself in the fire if it meant he would be safe, she was his second in command, notice how “was” plays a big role. Klaus married (y/n) back in 1020s, she fell for him when he saved her from a group of thieves, the tradesman's daughter and she was known for her beauty, her nobility and her smart mouth, her father raised her to be strong yet kind.

Although as years passed (y/n) could tell Klaus was changing, the years of neglect from his father mixed with his new powers made him bulletproof and he was well aware of that. She gave up on taking him out of the dark in the 80′s and official divorced in the 90′s, I guess you could say after almost 1000 years of being together the divorce was still relatively fresh.

(y/n) had visited every inch of the world with Niklaus, but after the divorce she did it one more time alone, spending months in Japan, vacation in Cuba and Christmas in Russia, mostly to distract herself from the absence of the man she had swore she would spend eternity with. 

She always knew what he was up to, mostly because Elijah begged her to come back and help him clean up the mess his younger brother had made over the years, however he was always unsuccessful. 

“Don’t start with the hugging and the “i missed yous” just tell me what happened now”

She warned her once brother in law. She didn’t even know why she agreed to this, she could have said no just like the other times but something pushed her into agreeing. Coming back to New Orleans felt surreal, her heart felt like somebody had wrapped their arms around it and clenched as hard as they could, but no one would ever know, over the years she learned how to mask her pain.

“Aurora is an ex lover of Klaus, before you of course-”

“yeah cause i’m sure Klaus became celibate after I left”

she interrupted him sarcastically. The memories of Elijah informing her Klaus has a child on the way had hit her like a ton of bricks, she had only agreed into becoming a vampire because Klaus had told her there was no way into giving her a child, only to be met with a miracle baby she wished she could have had. 

“She is back for revenge, took a friend of ours as hostage and Niklaus is back on his demonic ways”

“So you are telling me I came all the way here to stop a bitch fight between his ex and his girlfriend? Are you on drugs or something?”

“Camille is not his girlfriend (y/n) she is an innocent woman that got swooped in this mess”

“All I hear is that I have no reason to intervene”

She was furious, that she divorced him does not mean it did not hurt her to hear about other women, it was almost like a torture, so why should she walk in and help the line of girls Klaus had been busy with? Elijah walked closer to her and placed his arms on her fore arms.

“I am not asking you anything that has to do with the girls, I am not a fool (y/n) I know that would be far from pleasant for you, I just need you to talk to Niklaus, calm him down, maybe convince him to listen to me”

“Fine, but don’t expect miracles, most likely he will want to kill me after”

“Oh if he wanted he would have tried by now”

(y/n) decided to not answer to that, she just walked up the stairs and searched for his bedroom, but before that happened she found something even better, his art. She slowly opened the door and walked in, looking at all the different paintings, some of them half done and other complete masterpieces, that is until she found a specific one... of hers, a portrait of (y/n) he had painted as a gift the first year anniversary. She reached for it and caressed it with the tips of her fingers, almost feeling him.

“(Y/N)”

She did not jump nor screamed, she just took a deep breath and turned around. She was met with a shocked Niklaus starring at her like he saw a ghost, he looked exactly like she remembered, handsome and strong. A smirk slowly appeared on her lips and her arms folded in front of her, almost like she protected herself from him.

“Long time no see, don’t look at me like that”

“what are you doing here?”

“Elijah called and let me know how you are once again causing chaos and you are willing to burn the city down in order to do it your way, which I don’t know why he is so surprised about that”

“(y/n) I am not in the spirits for another lecture, especially from you”

“would you prefer it if I ran to our arms and begged you to marry me again?”

“That is a much better idea”

“Also I would rather not having to be called in to tell you to snap out of it while you have a child with another woman”

That slipped out, it should not have but once she started to speak the anger consumed her. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, Klaus took a seat and rubbed his temples in a desperate attempt to comprehend what is happening.

“You look beautiful”

He whispered. In any other circumstances her smile would have reached ears but now it was a small ghost on her painted lips as she nodded and walked towards him.

“I know you feel responsible Niklaus, but sometimes becoming the villain is not worth it”

“but being the good one was enough of a reason to end our marriage”

That hurt, deeply. Her smile became wider, as she stood right in front of him she lifted his head and looked in his enchanting eyes, her hand went up to his cheek and let her fingers give him a soft caress before raising it up and slapping him as hard as she had the courage to do so. His head turned and the sound was deafening.

“You do not get to judge my choice of leaving”

At a blink of an eye Klaus had her against the wall and his hand squeezing her throat, it did not cause her any pain only some discomfort.

“You left in a selfish manner but I am the villain?”

“Put me down Niklaus... NOW”

He took one deep breath and then released her, (y/n) was not scared of him nor will she start now, she knew him like the back of her hand so she was well aware how this is almost like a child temper tantrum. Klaus turned his back on her and tried to calm himself, he had missed her, almost every day he wished he would hear from her but he was always wrong.

“I’m here to help you Niklaus, since you think everyone is against you then a third party might seem fair to you”

Third party, that made him laugh a bit, (y/n) was his other half, the female version of him, she was closer than his siblings, she was the family he chose.

“So what do you want me to do? Let them take over, listen to my kind hearted brother and let Camille die while negotiating in a noble way like Elijah wants?”

“You think Elijah is incapable of helping you? Cause if I do remember precisely he was the one helping you when people thought taking me hostage was a good idea over the years”

(y/n) was considered his soft spot, so ganging up on her and taking her away from Klaus in order to make him weak had happened more than once and it never ended in the way her kidnappers wanted.

“Aurora will not stop until she gets her precious brother back”

“Am I hearing correctly? you started this? why did I not see that coming? You will never learn”

“I thought you realized that ages ago when you went to the lawyer”

Another jab in the heart, this time she pushed him to the wall as hard as she could. He wasn’t really hurt by it, but (y/n) had never laid a finger on him, so the act was the thing that got him by surprise. He got up again and brushed it off, trying to restrain himself knowing that one wrong move could cost him a whole lot.

“I left cause you refused to see the monster you became, like you do now. Excuse me for not wanting to see the man I fell for disappear”

“and you never thought about how I felt about my wife leaving me in the dust just like everyone else?”

“I always thought about how you felt, but it was time to think about me for once. Can’t you see it? I was in pain, you became a power hungry shell of a person”

“you think I did not care about you? if you had just tried to talk to me-”

“YOU THINK I DIDN’T TRY? YOU SELFISH BASTARD YOU WEREN’T EVEN LISTENING NOR ARE YOU LISTENING NOW”

He stopped, it hit him like the slap she gave him before. All the times she asked to go away with him, all the nights she was crying in his arms for no reason, all the blank stares into space. they were signs of her detaching from him, slowly giving up on her marriage. This time it was her turn to walk away from him and take a breather, slipping back into her cold facade and strong character,she faced him once again, her lips glued together and eyes spitting fire.

“You will talk with Elijah and you will actually listen to him,I will be there to listen as well and trust me if I see that you are going you’re own way you will have a lot more problems than that bitch Aurora, that woman is taking you away from your own family. So put your big boy pants on and deal with it like a man, understood?”

He just nodded, once again making him turn his whole plan around for her, showing him that no matter how many years pass he will always give in to her in a matter of seconds.

Part two

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

and all the magic we made (12/20)

a/n: well i had another mental breakdown :/ so here's another sporadic update for you all :) thanks for sticking through with this story!

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Rebekah runs around, from store to store, touching and feeling every item of clothing that catches her eye.

Sparkles, sequins, furs, silks -

Kol quickly realizes how grave of a mistake this shopping trip with his sister has suddenly become.

The length of his stay in his hometown still remain indefinite - last night was a surprise, seeing his niece and not to mention his brother’s infamous Hayley Marshall was certainly something he wasn’t expecting.

If anything, their interactions serve as inspiration for his next move.

Hence the dress shopping, of course.

“So tell me, brother,” Rebekah hums, fingers grasping at a white dress, holding it against her body as she stares at herself in the mirror. “Why are we here anyway? Are we shopping for a special someone? A girl, perhaps?” She stammers on.

“Bekah,” Kol chides. “Such curiosity will bite you in the arse,” he remarks, snatching the dress away from her and placing it back on the shopping rack.

She rolls her eyes, sighing as she follows him down towards the aisle of more colourful textures and fabrics. “Oh c’mon,” she breathes. “You know how starved I am for some hot gossip.”

He doesn’t answer her until she grabs his sleeve and starts whining.

Tell meeeee!!

“Fine-” Kol huffs, shrugging her hand away.

Then suddenly, the perfect dress catches his attention.

It’s a gorgeous purple gown with a mermaid tail flair at the bottom, the sleeves are adorned with pink pearls and with dark lace details.

“It is for a girl,” he confirms, grabbing a hold of the garment. “I like her, I wanna show her how much she means to me, there, satisfied?” He holds the dress up to show it to his sister.

Rebekah smiles, admiring the beauty of the outfit. “Very much,” she nods.

After that, he takes her through even more stores - a purse, jewelry and shoes is a must for a girl so special.

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing a matching set of pearl earrings and a necklace. “Now it’s your turn,” he comments. “You and Marcel, is this thing happening again?”

She takes her time, taking a deep breath before proceeding to offer him an answer. “I don’t know,” Rebekah tells him. “I care for him, deeply, I always have. I’m just not sure he feels the same for me.”

The look on his sister’s face brings him no joy - he’s used to teasing her about her crushes, even embarrassing her about them. But, this time, Kol feels sorry for her, she loved so honestly and so carelessly.

It filled him with both admiration and pity.

“So, you’re looking for closure?” He wonders.

She raises a brow, thinking of his words carefully. “I am not sure,” Rebekah admits. “Maybe,” she whispers softly.

Kol doesn’t say anything else for a bit - he picks out a pair of heels, a small clutch to complete the outfit. His sister approves of his every choice, it comes so easily to him, almost as if he didn’t need her guidance anymore.

“If you ask me,” he finally says. “I always thought you deserved much better than a man who is too afraid to love you.”

His sentence hits deeper than she can ever imagine.

She finds herself asking when exactly did her troublesome little brother decide to become all grown up.

-

Hayley’s weekends are often spent alone with her daughter.

Normally, other girls her age are busy studying for college exams, hitting up a club or party, going on dates -

Being with Hope Marshall beats all of that, she thinks.

Even when she wants to hang out with Klaus Mikaelson.

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” He smiles widely as he’s at the door - reaching over to pick up his daughter.

“Yep!” Hope cheers.

Now, her weekends are spent with him. Sandalwood scented cologne, old books in the backseat, a picture of his siblings hanging from the rear view mirror of his car -

“So this gallery,” Hayley says, sitting beside him as he begins to drive them towards their destination. Hope is all settled in her car seat, distracted by her toys. “Is this the type of date the old Klaus would take me out on?” Hayley adds on.

Klaus offers her a confused look. “Old Klaus? A date?” He asks.

She doesn’t offer him much - she simply presses her lips together until they become a thin white line. “C’mon,” she shrugs. “Don’t beat around the bush. Old Klaus did that a lot, I wanna know what this new Klaus is like.”

He hasn’t heard this allegory from her before - he supposes that it’s how she’s rationalizing their whole relationship.

You see, in Hayley’s head, there are two Klaus’.

Old Klaus was aloof, a rule-breaker, the type to get high with her on her couch, to cut class on the school rooftop, to leave without a kiss goodbye in the morning.

And then, there’s new Klaus. New Klaus is…different. He’s more determined, more direct about what he wants.

He’s kind - kinder than she last remembers him.

“Well,” at last, he stops the car, arriving at the gallery. “New Klaus likes to keep you on your toes,” he smirks, leading Hope and Hayley inside the paintings section.

“Ah,” she hums, looking around the large room. “So not much has changed,” she realizes, looking back and seeing the strangest smile on his face.

They both follow Hope into another inter-connected room where only one single portrait is hung up on the wall.

It’s a forest of wolves, tall trees, greenery - and a young Hayley Marshall sitting amongst them.

She stares at it awe, Hope freaks out, screaming and jumping up and down.

Mommy! It’s you! You’re in the painting!!

“New Klaus still likes to surprise you,” he reveals, allowing her to take it all in.

-

By the time Kol finishes his shopping, it’s basically evening.

Rebekah had gone home for a rest while he still continued his way down the street.

The trip there is quiet - his head is filled with thoughts, how he’s gunna see the girl of his dreams again, how she’s probably just eagerly waiting for him.

So eager in fact, that she opens the door for him before he can even knock on it.

“You,” Davina releases, with her hair in a messy bun, bunny pyjamas and slippers still on. “Came back,” she completes.

“That I did, darling,” Kol tells her, smiling. ��Just as I had promised you, all those years ago,” he offers.

Davina thought she’d be more upset at him.

Their relationship had been a strange one - meeting per chance at the local occult club, unexpected encounters at the music store, catching each other reading Edgar Allan Poe by the marina -

They started dating soon after, and connected on every single level.

For the longest time, their relationship felt like fate.

Until, that is, Kol Mikaelson, along with all the other Mikaelsons, mysteriously left town.

(Although, granted, he did still keep contact with his lover, unlike the rest of his siblings, who were so far deep in self-hatred that they denied themselves of this).

“What do you have there?” Davina asks, noticing the large shopping bag in Kol’s hands.

He pulls out the gorgeous gown he had gotten. “It’s for you,” he informs her. “A present, if you will,” Kol specifies.

She admires the shimmering fabric, in awe of the very romance of this gesture. “It’s beautiful,” Davina releases. “Thank you,” she smiles, grabbing a hold of the garment.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he says, as fireworks go up in the sky.

They spell out the words

Will you have this dance with me?

-

The painting itself displays incredible technique - the composition, the brushstrokes, everything is so crisp and clear. Klaus’s talent has always been undeniable but, Hayley’s opinion of it has been…

“What do you think?”

A mystery.

“I’m guessing,” she starts, once she realizes exactly what she’s looking at. “This was made by old Klaus?” She presumes, looking at the date inscribed at the corner of the painting.

She stares at herself, immersed in the perfect image he had created of her.

“So it seems,” Klaus says. “However, new Klaus is the one who is brave enough to put it up in a gallery,” he informs her, taking a step closer so that he is right next to her.

Hayley looks and looks - passed the greenery of the scene, the tracks of dirt he had carefully painted on her arms and legs, big brown eyes burning a stare into her own.

“I always knew your work would go far,” she finally releases, realizing how carefully he had captured her loneliness in this painting.

And almost immediately, Klaus begins to laugh uncontrollably. “You said it was hideous,” he recalls, shaking his head.

She wonders why he made her look so sad in this piece - as if she had lost everything. And maybe, that’s how he saw it all, his betrayal and departure was written all over her face.

It’s the most honest thing she’s ever seen.

“Except this one,” she notes. “This piece is…”

“Nothing,” he intercepts, bravely placing a hand on her shoulder, catching her off guard. “Nothing, compared to the real thing.”

-

The drive home is quiet.

Hope is fast asleep in the backseat, little snores and soft breaths escaping her lips. Hayley looks back with a caring and loving gaze. Her daughter truly is an angel, she thinks.

“So then,” he whispers. “This new Klaus, is he up to your standards, as of yet?”

She pauses, catching his eye from the corner of hers. “Maybe,” Hayley remarks. “He certainly became a better driver, over the passed years,” she smiles.

He doesn’t push her any further, he knows he can get more out of her if he did but, this smile of hers was enough for now. He can deal with it - he can deal with her taking her time.

“Well, you’re home now,” he tells her, pulling over by her apartment complex.

She reaches over to shake Hope awake, she refuses though, still deep in slumber. “Looks like it,” Hayley shrugs, pulling away from her daughter. She strangely feels safer now, having the chance to speak more intimately with Klaus. “What do you think new Klaus would do if I tried to ask him to come upstairs?”

He thought that this moment would never come and, that, if it ever did - he would be in disbelief.

But oddly enough, Klaus isn’t in shock at all.

This is expected - he is, after all, charming as hell.

“I think he’d say,” he starts, and right then, he notices little Hope in the rear view mirror, opening one eye to sneak a peek. “You’ve got a restless little girl still listening in on our conversation,” he smirks.

Hayley turns to catch her daughter spying on them and pretending to go back sleep. “Hope,” she scolds. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed,” she sighs, finally exiting the car and taking her daughter into her arms.

Well, no use acting now, Hope thinks.

“Goodnight, little one,” Klaus tells her, ruffling her hair. “And you too, Hayley,” he lets her know, before he begins to drive off.

She watches him disappear into the night - her heart feels heavy and sinking as she notices how much she longs to see him again.

But, she is a mother first, and as much as the old Hayley would leave all her responsibilities behind and run after that speeding car - she’s not that girl anymore. The new Hayley takes her daughter, and all her old love and passion, and she walks back up to their room.

Of course, right before she enters her home, she notices a carefully placed envelope on her door.

It reads the words - Invitation for Hayley and Hope Marshall.

-

[klarolinelibrary]

Hi KC readers,

We have decided to create a list of KC stories that were updated during the week which we plan to share every Friday. This is one of the ways we plan to promote different KC authors and stories in our community. 

For our first weekly releases, we have collected stories on FFN and AO3 that were updated during the week of April 16 - April 10! We hope you enjoy the new stories.

Happy reading!

FFN

He's got you mesmerised (while i die)

Author: klavscaroline

Rating: T

Length: Drabble

Summary: You gave him your sweater, it's just polyester. But you like him better a.k.a. unrequited carolijah (high school au)

Date of update: April 10 2021

Klaus POV - The Trouble with Spells (chapter 20)

Author: ilovetf

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: The Trouble with Spells as seen through Klaus's eyes and his POV. Over the years, people kept liking this story and some even asked for Klaus POV, so I decided to give it a try. Hope you enjoy it. All feedback is more than welcome. Good or bad.

Date of update: April 10 2021

Black Roses (Chapter 29)

Author: xKlaroStylesx  

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Vampires, witches and werewolves are welcomed at the Whitmore Academy for the Supernaturally Gifted but that doesn't mean they all welcome each other. Ambitious student witch Caroline Forbes shares a mutual loathing with arrogant yet mysterious vampire Klaus Mikaelson. A spiral of events occur when their two dueling worlds collide and a life changing connection is formed.

Date of update: April 13 2021

Our darkest moments (Chapter 8)

Author: CookieDuo

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: Discovering her entire life has been a lie, Caroline is determined to find out the truth and travels to the small town Mystic Falls in search of answers. Meanwhile, in the woods outside of Mystic Falls, a "monster" prays on unsuspecting young woman. In time the connection between the two becomes clear... Dark Klaroline!

Date of update: April 14 2021

A Failed Sacrifice (Chapter 3)

Author: CookieDuo

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: She ruined the sacrifice to save her own life, and in order to survive she turned to the only other vampire who'd been able to survive the wrath of Klaus Mikaelson. She gets away, and learns from the master, but when Klaus eventually catches up to her, her life will never be the same again.

Date of update: April 16 2021

AO3

Always Finding Trouble

Author: Cupcakemolotov

Raiting: M

Length: Drabble

Summary: Assassins in love were so cliche, but here she was. Married, even.

Date of update: April 10 2021

In Your Hands

Author: ThrowMeAStory

Raiting: E

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: 4x16 au, Part 6. The date.

Date of update: April 10 2021

The blood in your mouth

Author: perfectpro

Raiting: T

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: After Liz Forbes's untimely death, Caroline finds herself at the helm of her mother's empire. She's been trained for this role, but Klaus Mikaelson is a man she hadn't known to expect.

Date of update: April 10 2021

I AM SORRY BABY 2

Author: wincefish16

Raiting: Not rated

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: CONTINUATION OF I AM SORRY BABY. THIS WILL FOCUS ON KLAUS'S CHEMO AND THE PROBLEMS THAT COME WITH IT.

Date of update: April 11 2021

Give Me A Sign (Chapter 2)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Raiting: M

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Caroline Forbes is happy that she left founders' parties, competition over guys she'd known since elementary school, and even Mystic Falls itself behind years ago. She's not second-best to Elena anymore. Even Liz would be proud of her new life working on the side of the law. Mostly. (If you need to compel someone into giving up stolen goods, is it really a crime?). Of course he's the one person from her past who comes looking for her. Klaus does that.

Date of update: April 11 2021

The Wolf II (Chapter 31)

Author: Yokan

Raiting: E

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: The Guerreras' threat still looms over the Mikaelson house as Caroline tries to adapt to life as a vampire, away from her daughter. But an unexpected family reunion makes everything worse, taking away the little peace Klaus, Caroline and Elijah managed to find after the war that nearly broke them. [It's The Originals Season 2, but Caroline was a witch, had Klaus' baby and now she's a vampire. Klaroline, obviously.]

Date of update: April 11 2021

A smutty anniversary (Chapter 5)

Author: kcatdino

Raiting: E

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Caroline and Klaus celebrate 3 months together with a day full of smut.

Date of update: April 11 2021

One of a Kind, Two of a Kind, or the Three Musketeers (Chapter 9)

Author: Phandancee74

Raiting: T

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Caroline recognizes how hard it is for Elena to be a doppelgänger, her fate predestined as well as her face. It's pretty tough being the last of your kind too though, and Caroline is determined to protect them both, with some very helpful Bennetts on their side. A fic that integrates Malivore and the larger supernatural universe into TVD from the start.

Date of update: April 11 2021

Humanity (Chapter 8)

Author: FandomizedArtist

Raiting: Not rated

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Now with the power of an Original vampire Lucien had everything, everything except his complete revenge on the all mighty Klaus Mikaelson. With the help of a witch he had tracked down the only woman who in thousands of years Klaus had fallen in love with. Miss Caroline Forbes. Adding her name to his list of evil todo’s he created the plan to kidnap, drain the vervain and compel the newbie vampire to be his. In this fanfiction Klaus does have hope but Caroline did not have Alaric’s twins.

Date of update: April 12 2021

Magics Miracle (Chapter 5)

Author: 1Jemmagirl22

Raiting: T

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Caroline is in Paris with out her humanity after the death of her mother. It seems her friends aren't happy with her new state so they inform the one person capable of turning her emotions back on. Klaus. When a prophecy about a second Tribrid comes about in New Orleans, shock to sweeps through the city. It seems nature doesn't consider Hope such an abomination after all as an even greater one is about to be created. The hands of power are changing and when they're done even the worlds most powerful witches won't be able to stop it.

Date of update: April 12 2021

We are young (Chapter 11)

Author: kcatdino

Raiting: T

Lenght: One shots

Summary: Basically, Klaroline flirt in front of their kids who they are barely older than, and Landon is appropriately confused. Edit: Now a series of one-shots!

Date of update: April 12 2021

When Blood Calls for Blood

Author: Cupcakemolotov

Raiting: M

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: At sixteen, Caroline helped kill monsters. Hers, his, and theirs. Ten years later, and Klaus returns to Mystic Falls with unfinished business.

Date of update: April 12 2021

The War of Succession

Author: BelleMorte180

Raiting: E

Lenght: One shot

Summary: When King William I dies without a living male child, the whole of England spends two generations at war over who is the true heir to the throne, sending the houses of Lockwood and Mikaelson into battle. When the love of her life is slain in battle, Caroline realizes that her hand is betrothed to the victor since she is the only grandchild of the late king. Upon her wedding to the new king, she vows that she will hate him for all eternity but time is a fickle thing and so it the heart. Written for Au Season Enemies to Lovers. Kind of based off the War of the Roses.

Date of update: April 14 2021

Some ancient call that i've answered before (Chapter 2)

Author: klarrolines

Raiting: T

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: According to Greek mythology, humans were created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. Or all the lives throughout time that Klaus and Caroline found each other in.

Date of update: April 14 2021

Soulmate visions (Chapter 3)

Author: kcatdino

Raiting: T

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: On your soulmate's eighteenth birthday, you see through their eyes for an hour, but they don’t know. And if your soulmate turns eighteen before you are even born, you never get a vision. Klaus gets his soulmate vision right after he orders Tyler to bite Caroline on her birthday.

Date of update: April 15 2021

World Enough and Time

Author: perfectpro

Raiting: E

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: Caroline is perfection in and of itself, and Klaus thinks that he could search the world twice over and never find a creature so endlessly fascinating, so perfectly enigmatic that he is still finding things to learn about her a thousand years later. Or, what gift is suitable to celebrate the passing of a thousand years?

Date of update: April 15 2021

LITTLE TENSE

Author: wincefish16

Raiting: T

Lenght: Drabble

Summary: PROMPT- HUMAN MARRIED KLAROLINE. THINGS ARE NOT LOOKING GOOD IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP. DAMON IS CAROLINE'S BROTHER AND KLAUS'S BEST FRIEND. HE TRIES TO FIX THINGS BETWEEN THEM.

Date of update: April 15 2021

Reasons Not to Date a Mikaelson (Chapter 2)

Author: kcatdino

Raiting: T

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Bonnie and Caroline gain a new roommate for their freshman dorm when a vision leads them to tracking down a pregnant Hayley in the Rockies. Also, Bonnie may or may not have raised a certain dead Original instead of Jeremy and Klaus takes a job at Whitmore teaching, to be annoying. He’s very good at it. This is a season 5 rewrite where the Originals never leave for New Orleans. But you know, with comedy.

Date of update: April 15 2021

Quiet Light (Chapter 4)

Author: coveredinthecolors

Raiting: E

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Caroline Forbes sets off to the Bahamas with her boyfriend, Elijah, where she'll finally meet his brother for the first time. But as it turns out... she knows Klaus Mikaelson a little too well.

Date of update: April 16 2021

AO3: Contingency Plan (Chapter 3) FFN: Contingency Plan (Chapter 3)

Author: Eliliyah  

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Summary: When Stefan's idiocy threatens Caroline's carefully laid plans, she has no choice but to turn to Klaus Mikaelson for help. Unfortunately, the criminal king of Philadelphia won't be swayed by simple seduction and has a different kind of proposition for her. It's a good thing she has a contingency plan. Never try to overthrow an empire without one. Dark Klaroline Mafia AU. COMPLETE

Date of update: April 11 2021

AO3: Last Love FFN: Last Love

Author: kirti_01

Raiting: M

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Klaus had promised to be her last love, was sure that Caroline, will come to him. Maybe in a year, or a 100, perhaps. But Caroline decides not to wait for that long. After graduation, Caroline moves in with Klaus to give her feelings for him a chance. And Elijah finally lets go of his obsession with Katherine and finds himself attracted to a university student, his student, a human named Samara.

Date of update: April 12 2021

AO3: A Beautiful Symmetry (Chapter 153) FFN: A Beautiful Symmetry (Chapter 153)

Author: Uppity Bitch

Rating: M

Length: One shot

Summary: A collection of random AU one-shots featuring Klaroline. *2019 KC Award - Best one-shot series* Chapter 153: The Blonde Identity. Spies on opposite sides always had one mission, and nothing should ever compromise an operation. But Klaus always had a weakness for a woman who wore murder in her eyes.

Date of update: April 14 2021

AO3: Always and Forever (Chapter 8) FFN: Always and Forever (Chapter 8)

Author: WingedLadyColette

Raiting: E

Lenght: Multi chapter

Summary: Always and Forever is put to the test when the Mikaelson siblings  all gather together once more to throw the balance of nature into disarray when the Petrova Doppelganger reappears once again in a little Virginia town of Mystic Falls. But that's not the only thing that catches the big  bad wolf's attention.

Date of update: April 16 2021

[misssophiachase]

With or Without You

For Klaroline AU Week - Day 4 - Enemies to Lovers

Rebekah is diagnosed with a virus and sent to the hospital for observation. To help stop the spread, the two people closest to her in the past two weeks need to self-quarantine. The problem is her best friend and her brother can’t stand each other. Forced to live in the same house, will they kill each other or do something entirely different before 14 days is up?

(Please note: I realise this is a difficult time and the subject matter is serious but this drabble is designed to be just a bit of fun during a tough time.) 

“I can’t live with or without you.”

Day 3

“Honestly, Kat, I’m not sure if I can last much longer,” she groaned. “He sings in the shower, badly. he leaves the toilet seat up constantly and don’t get me started on his remote control form. He switches channels that fast I feel like I’m at a rave.”

Caroline lived in Los Angeles with Rebekah Mikaelson, they’d been friends for years. Her brother had shown up recently from London, where he was based, only for Rebekah to develop the virus. She was going to be okay but had been sent to hospital purely for observation purposes meaning they were imprisoned together as a precaution for fourteen whole days. 

To say she wasn’t coping was an understatement. 

“So, you haven’t had sex yet?” She asked matter-of-factly. Even though she was currently staring at Caroline through a computer screen, she still had the annoying ability to cut straight to the awkward part.

“Kat! She hissed, looking down the hall to check he wasn’t listening. “Your inappropriateness knows no bounds even via Skype.”

“The way I see it is the sooner you have sex, the frustration you feel towards each other and the situation will dissipate. And who knows? If the sex is good you’ll not only have something to do to pass the time but you’ll also be getting your required cardio.”

“Seriously,” she growled. “Is sex all you think about?”

“About 90 per cent of the day,” she quipped. “Tell me you have a better idea?”

“Ah, not to sleep with him because he’s an arrogant asshat who thinks the world revolves around him?”

“I don’t think, love, I know,” he called out. Unfortunately, she chose that exact moment to turn around and copped an eyeful.

“Wow, does he work out?” Kat cooed, obviously she’d had the privilege of seeing him too dressed only in a white towel tied low on his hips, his bare chest and six-pack on full display. Caroline felt her mouth go dry and was struggling to form words he looked that delicious. 

“If you use all of the hot water again, Mikaelson, I swear I’ll come in there and..” she paused, realising what she’d alluded to.

“By all means, love,” he murmured, the dimple in his left cheek making an ill-timed appearance. “Maybe that way we can conserve water.”

“You are unbelievable,” she muttered. “Not if we were the last two people on the planet and we had to repopulate the earth.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me, Forbes,” he chuckled, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

“You are so screwed figuratively and literally, ” Kat laughed. Caroline didn’t respond knowing her friend was right. 

She should have hated him, in fact she had since they met eleven years earlier. Caroline had befriended Rebekah during sophomore year at high school. They were both cheerleaders and had bonded over music and drama club. 

Rebekah was new to her school, so too her brothers Kol, Elijah and Niklaus. The first two were polar opposites personality-wise but she got along with them famously. The problem was with Niklaus, or Klaus as he liked to be called.

They’d clashed from the outset. It started with a few stray insults and developed into more insults and pranks. Apparently everyone thought it was a passing phase but it wasn’t ending anytime soon. 

However, being locked up with him in quarantine was doing all sorts of strange things to her. In fact, she was experiencing all these not-so innocent urges. She wanted to blame it on Kat’s innuendo or that fact he swanned around the house barely clothed but there was definitely something bigger at play here.

Day 5

“She keeps making me watch all of these bad movies, only cooks meals with weird and unidentified grains and apparently the living room is her personal gymnasium,” he complained. 

Klaus Mikaelson didn’t do roommates and there was a very good reason why. He liked his space and he liked walking around partially naked but suddenly he was thrown into this quarantine situation which was a complete minefield. 

“I said I’d only take this Skype call if you didn’t complain about Caroline Forbes, Niklaus, but yet here we are again,” Enzo growled. “You two need to get a room and pronto.”

“We have rooms, in fact, we have a whole house of rooms and yet that still isn’t enough distance between us,” he muttered. “I am going to go crazy locked up in here with her.”

“And the best dramatic Oscar performance goes to...”

“You would feel exactly the same way, Lorenzo,” he argued. “Caroline Forbes is nothing but a spoilt princess who thinks the world revolves around her.”

“I don’t think, I know, asshat,” she drawled finding her way into his room while repeating his sentiments from two days earlier. No doubt just to push his buttons that much more. 

What Klaus wasn’t expecting was for her to look so wet doing it. Yes, she was wearing yellow, rubber gloves but her white t-shirt was soaked through revealing a very lacy bra and some rather pronounced nipples no doubt due to the temperature. 

“Holy...” Enzo murmured before Klaus shut his laptop with a bang. He figured it was the least he could do to protect her innocence and it had absolutely nothing to do with jealousy whatsoever. Or that’s what he told himself.

“You’re here in my room...wet,” he mumbled, trying to look anywhere but exactly where his eyes wanted to go. 

“I’m trying to clean up after your lazy ass,” she groaned. “You do realise how germs spread right? Maybe if you took better care to clean up after yourself then we wouldn’t be experiencing our current predicament.”

“I’m aware of our current predicament, trust me,” he shot back. “Since when did cleaning end in a drenching. I know you like me, Forbes, but I can see everything.” She looked down in complete shock, his comment having the desired effect.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, pulling off her wet gloves and throwing them in his direction before leaving his room, no doubt to change her top. 

“I’m the one who’s spreading germs?” He cried out, attempting to remove the dirty gloves from the bed. 

Klaus and Caroline had never gotten along in the eleven years they’d known each other. Klaus decided from the outset that Rebekah truly was evil bringing her into his life and home. Caroline had this annoying ability to get under his skin and Klaus unfortunately let her.

His friends and brothers told him it was because he liked her deep down. Sure she was hot. there was no denying that, but he’d prided himself on maintaining his distance. Well, that was until he was forced to live in such close quarters for two whole weeks. 

His willpower was waning and Klaus wasn’t sure he could go the distance.

Day 7

“Would you stop switching channels so fast, it makes it a little difficult to see what’s actually on,” she offered, rolling her eyes as she said it. 

They were seated on the couch, the long, uneventful days were taking their toll and the fact they still had another week to go wasn’t doing much for their morale. 

“There’s nothing on so it doesn’t really matter,” he replied in frustration. “I’m so bored! And if you dare suggest cleaning again I will confiscate your rubber gloves.”

“Well, what else is there to do?” She mumbled. “And please spare me from running around the place half naked again, I’d like to keep down my dinner.”

“Come on, you secretly love my naked form,” he smirked. Her tell-tale blush was giving her away instantly. “You know I’m not that bad once you get to know me.”

“Funny, the past week hasn’t unearthed any new or redeemable features that I can tell,” she answered. 

“Just so you know those little insults of yours don’t offend me in the slightest bit so please just give it a break, Forbes.”

“Well, what do you suggest we do to pass the time?” She asked, obviously not realizing just how loaded her question was. 

They were seated on the couch, only a few feet apart, if either of them were to just lean forward they could do something really stupid. Or really fun, depending on who you asked. 

“Fine,” she said, reading his mind. “But if we do this, don’t think this means I like you in any way, Mikaelson,” she clarified.

“The feeling is mutual, trust me, sweetheart,” he agreed. They paused momentarily almost as if they were thinking about the very prominent line they were about to cross and weighing up the pros and cons. 

It didn’t take much consideration as he pulled her greedily towards him so she was straddling his lap. Caroline never knew just how crimson his lips were from this vantage point, Klaus was thinking the same about her blue eyes.

He ran his hands along her cheek, his thumbs rubbing circles over her skin. Her heart was racing and given she was practically touching his chest she knew his was too.

There was no going back.

His lips found hers, slowly at first almost like he was taking his time to discover every inch of her mouth. She moaned against him as his tongue dipped into her warmth. She tasted like a heady mixture of mint and chocolate from dessert and now Klaus had tasted her once he wasn’t ready to give her up anytime soon.  

Caroline grasped his neck, her fingers playing with the stray curls at the nape as she melted into his kisses. Klaus knew it wouldn’t be long given just how much he’d wanted her all these years.

He stood up, and wound her toned legs around his waist, careful not to break contact. They made their way quickly to the bedroom excited for what was in store. 

Turns out the sex continued longer than seven days and also out of quarantine. In fact, the sex turned into dating and the dating turned into an engagement. At their wedding, Kat, Rebekah and Enzo regaled the guests with stories about how they got together when they were forced together in lockdown. 

Who said quarantine was necessarily a bad thing?

[yootaesowlwrites]

Requested by: Anon.

Request: Hey I was wondering if I could get a Klaus imagine, where his wife was captured by Mikael in the late 1800s and placed under a sleeping spell which was released when he died. And she returns to him. And if she could be a witch? Please and thanks

A/N: This doesn’t contain as much action, and yes, I made her a witch as you asked, I hope you like it!

Word Count: 986

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𝟷𝟼 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟾𝟿𝟾

“You will not get away with this, Mikael.” (Y/n) softly says, Mikael stood in front of her with a cold look in his face, he had kidnapped her earlier in the day and had been keeping her hostage inside a crypt, he ha told her what was to happen and how it would happen.

“But I already have,” Mikael says, he was proud of his work, he would get make Klaus suffer before he killed him. “He does not deserve happiness.” Her hands were bound in front of her with a spellbound rope, enabling her to use her magic to escape.

“Neither do you.” (Y/n) says.

“Think of yourself as sleeping beauty, the tale that has been told since the 1330s.” Mikael says. “But there will be no happy ending here.” (Y/n) looks up at him, she had no sympathy for the man in front of her, he had taken her from her lover. “You will be asleep for all eternity, or as long as I shall live.”

“Which means I have forever to wait for you to die.” (Y/n) says. “And trust me, you will die.” Mikael glares at her as the witch he had hired enters the crypt. “Forever does not always last.”  (Y/n) looks at the witch preparing everything for the spell. “Do not forget the candles.” The witch glares up at (Y/n). “If you are going to place a spell on me, at least do it correctly.”

“You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, girl,” Mikael says, his voice filled with disgust and authority.

“I do not need to learn anything.” (Y/n) says. “Especially from you or for you.”

Klaus Mikaelson never saw his wife after 1898, it was clear who had taken her as Mikael had left clues for Klaus to find.

𝟷𝟾 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸0𝟷0

One day had passed after Klaus had killed Mikael when (Y/n) gasped for air as she awoke in the crypt she had been asleep in for 112 years, it was completely dark around her and she could smell the dust surrounding her, she slowly moves into a sitting position on the rock she had been asleep on, she had no idea if her magic would work with the ropes still bound around her wrists.

“Only one way to find out.” (Y/n) says to herself. “Illumanre.” The wooden torches on the wall lit up with fire lighting up the crypt, she could now see the amount of dust and cobwebs around her, the once light blue dress was now covered with dust as was her skin. “Bloody hell.” Her eyes fall to the ropes around her wrists. “Absolviti.” The ropes unbind themselves and fall to the ground, she carefully stood from the stone bed and made her way towards the stairs, she stops in front of the crypt door and tries to push it open. “Ugh!” The door was too heavy for her to open with her strength, Now I’m glad I’m a witch, she thought to herself. “Patentibus!”

The door slowly opens and the light of the sun slowly entered the dark crypt lighting it, she slowly walks out of the crypt into the sunlight only to discover she was in the middle of nowhere, trees surrounded her indicating she was in a wooded area and that nobody had been here for years, she had no idea where she was or where she could start looking for Klaus, she reaches for the locket around her neck breathing out a sigh of relief when she felt it still there. “Thank goodness he didn’t take it.” She unclasps it from her neck and opens it, she looks at the picture of Klaus tracing her finger over the small picture, he had given her the locket on their 7th year wedding anniversary.

She thinks for a moment of a locator spell before remembering a spell she had seen in Esther Mikaelson’s grimoire when she had read it, it didn’t require much to locate somebody, she closes her eyes focusing on trying to find Klaus. “Où tu fuis, A pouvoir la trouver. Yonn souri nan zeb.” She chants, a vision of Klaus location forms in her mind, she opens her eyes as a smile forms on her lips. “I am coming home, my love.”

𝟸0 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸0𝟷0

(Y/n) steps out of the taxi looking up at the mansion of a house in front of her, It had taken her two days to get to Mystic Falls.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) bids her thanks to the driver, she closes the door and walks up the stairs towards the front door, she was still in the clothes she had worn when Mikael had placed the sleeping spell on her, she didn’t want to wait for a second longer before reuniting with Klaus, she firmly knocks on the door and waits for somebody to answer, it didn’t take long before the door opened revealing her lover, Klaus.

“(Y/n),” Klaus says, shock clear in his voice. “My love.” He wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to him, he buries his nose in the nape of her neck taking in her scent, she wraps her arms around him. “I thought I had lost you, what did Mikael do? Where were you?”

“He used The Sleeping Beauty spell.” (Y/n) says. “He had to die in order for me to wake and be with you again.” Klaus moves his head away from her neck and looks into her eyes.

“If I had known,” Klaus mutters. “I would have killed the bastard sooner.” He gently lays his forehead against her, moving his hands to either side of her face. “I thought he had killed you.”

“Luckily not.” (Y/n) softly says. “I have missed you, my love.”

“Not as much as I have,” Klaus says, he brushes his lips against her, kissing her with passion, trying to make up for the years they have lost. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

[the-girl-who-used-to-write]

Ghost Of You

ANON IF IT’S YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS, YOU ARE A GENIUS!

Ship- Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Based on the song ‘Ghost of You’ by 5 Seconds of Summer

THIS IS NOT PART OF 16 DAYS OF SONGS, THAT STARTS SOON I PROMISE!

Here I am waking up, still can’t sleep on your side. There’s your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time.

It was almost impossible to even sleep in that room, the same bed, and the same furniture, the same everything. But the pain brought some kind of comfort because she was able to rely on the fact that even if she couldn’t see him, he was probably there, making sure she was alright. Nothing was changed since that moment though, his side of the bed was always kept pristine, as no one, not even her, could even dare to sleep there. It was his and his only. He had been playing around with Klaus and her one day, and he forgot about the lipstick he was wearing, so when he drank his morning coffee, he had a large lipstick stain there. It was fading, but she saw it every morning and laughed at the memory.

If I can dream long enough, you’d tell me I’d be just fine. I’ll be just fine.

She couldn’t hear him, but he could hear her. He could hear every sob that racked her body on nights when she was alone. He could hear every plea to bring him back and let her say goodbye. Every shout of desperation, every guilt-ridden sentence blaming herself. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and gather her into his arms reassuring her that nothing was her fault and that he loved her more than anything. She would say she would be fine; she would put on a brave front to anyone that wasn’t Klaus. But as soon as people were gone, it showed that she was anything but fine.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

Every so often, she would completely drown out the pain. One particular night was the anniversary of their prom, and on that night she had a routine. All crying was abolished; she would not speak of her pain at all. She would hang fairy lights from the walls of the house and get dressed up in a dress she had bought recently. A suit was laid out on Ben’s side of the bed, and Klaus would always be there in a matching outfit. They would drink punch and laugh, and before she called it a night she would put on their song. The first ever dance that she and Ben ever shared and Klaus would dance with her as Ben watched on, in tears, wishing he could share the dance once again.

And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

She knew it wasn’t Ben, and she knew she would never be able to share a dance with the man she loved more than anything. Klaus helped her to keep above the surface though, without him she would be even more lost than she felt already. He was her rock, keeping her sane that somewhere, somehow, Ben was keeping an eye on her and he loved her still. She would continue to dance, and she would cry, and Klaus would hold her. He was probably crying too. He knew the pain; he felt it when he lost Dave. It was two broken people, keeping each other sane, while their lovers watched.

Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt. You wore it when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt.

Ben never really wore a wide selection of clothes, but he had one specific shirt that she absolutely adored. It was a worn down and torn Zeppelin shirt, way too big and extremely tattered but it was her little ticket to comfort. Sometimes, she would slip it over her head and sniff the material, his scent still barely lingering on there. When Ben ran away once, he wore that shirt specifically because it was his ‘rebellious shirt’ and when he came back, his pain had not gone but she managed to ease it. She never threw that shirt out, no matter how torn it became, no matter how moth-bitten it got, it was home.

We’re too young, too dumb, to know things like love. But I know better now

Most people didn’t take them seriously. They said that they were too young to experience proper love but they both knew better. This was the kind of love you found in a world where everything was perfect, where no one was unhappy and everyone had a soul mate. They were two halves of one whole, completely inseparable and while people who knew them least considered them nothing more than hormonal teenagers, those who knew them best realised that one without the other was practically fatal.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you. And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. Too young, too dumb.

Klaus came back on that night, a few years after the tradition started. He had figured something out, something that would help her and him, something that would make her so happy. She was still getting ready, but when she expected to see the fairy lights as she descended the staircase, she saw something else.

There was Klaus, but he wasn’t there himself. In front of him, comprised of blue energy beams, was Ben. He was there, smiling with a tear rolling down his cheek. In disbelief, she approached him, holding a hand out. She expected heartbreak and the ever-present shock of not being able to hold him.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

But no, as she reached her right hand out, he reached back and grasped it. She smiled, tears pouring at this point as she moved forward to hug him tightly. He was just as emotional, and the lovers realised that neither had forgotten, and they were both just as in love as they once were.

And I chase it down, with a shot of truth.

As they waltzed around the living room in pure bliss, Klaus watched on with his own tears as his brother and the girl he saw as a sister were happier than they had been in a while. And to make it better, a small tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his daze. As he turned around, he saw the familiar blonde hair and a kind smile. He raised a hand to his mouth in shock, before leaping at the person.

It was the man he loved more than anything.

That my feet don’t dance, like they did with you.

[codenamewitcher]

May I Have This Dance? Pt 2 || Freya M.

Part One

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Freya Mikealson x F!Reader

23. " I can't breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up?"

24. "Oh my god, you're in love with him/her?"

32. "Wait a second, are you jealous?"

35. "Well you're coming home with me... whether you like it or not."

Freya and I enter the Ball room just as Elena Gilbert and the Salvatore brothers - who are on either side of her arms - are making almost as grand of an entrance I made about thirty minutes ago; I roll my eyes.

"I might just need a drink before I deal with her."

"Oh, she can't be that bad."

"You have no idea," I scanned the crowd, looking for a waiter. "So, I get her in a room, what's next?"

"I'll enchant the room to where she can't leave, once she enters, I'll follow closely behind you to cast the spell. I'll need some of your blood so I can cloak it into doppelganger blood, I'll give it to Finn and tell him it's Elena's blood. He'll give it Esther, she'll do the spell with the fake blood, and everybody's safe."

"You make it seem so simple," I laugh, grabbing a flute of champagne. "So, do I have to stay in the room with Elena?"

"Yes," she frowned.

"Alright," I threw the golden wine back and quickly switch my empty glass for yet another one. "Let's do this."

"Meet me with Elena in Klaus' study." Freya said, squeezing my hand leaving an empty vile there in place of her hand, her blue dress chasing after her in the crowd as she dashed off.

I slipped the empty vile in my bra, a plan quickly formulated in my head on how I was going to get the Gilbert girl alone once my eyes landed on Rebekah and Kol. I make my way over to the two quietly bickering siblings, the crowd moving out of my way after seeing the fire in my eyes.

"Will you two stop bickering for one second, you're going to piss your mother off more than she already is." I hissed at the two, shutting them up. "Now, I need you two to do me a favor and distract the Salvatore brothers, I don't care how, just as long as you keep them away from Elena."

"Now why would we do that love?" Kol questioned, pushing my buttons.

"Because you love me and we have a murderous, mother Esther on our hands."

"Wait, who pissed mother off?" Rebekah asked.

"That I don't know, but she wants our blood." I snapped my free hand's fingers. "Now go distract lover boys."

"I call Stefan," Rebekah said while rolling her eyes and leaving for the youngest Salvatore, Kol following her.

I tap my index finger against the thin glass while my eyes scanned the crowd for Elena. I spotted her talking to the Mayor, Carol Lockwood.

When I got about half of my way to Elena, I stop a random stranger that was wondering around the ballroom, drink in hand. "You're going to follow me, trip me, push me into Elena Gilbert, and stumble off, because you're just a little too drunk." I let the words fall from my lips as I made eye contact with the strangers dulled eyes.

"I'm going to push you into Elena Gilbert."

I start heading towards Elena, the drunk following me close behind, I turn the slightest as if I'm going to pass her, the man pushes me into her, my drink slipping on to her dress.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I gasped. The drunken man snapped out of his trance, muttering an apology and stumbling off. "Please, let me help clean off your dress."

"N-no, I'm fine." Her brown eyes widen in shock over the split champagne on her dress.

"Please I insist," I place my empty glass down on a nearby table and lightly grab her hand, not letting her object. "I know of a powder room just around the corner." I wave and smiled in apology to Coral Lockwood for interrupting her conversation with Elena.

I dragged her into the powder room, leaving the door open so I could see when Freya cast the spell, I start looking frantically through the cabinets for a towel to dry off her dress, giving Freya more time.

I heard a swoosh as we become magically locked into the room, I stop what I'm doing and look towards the door where Freya stood.

"What's going on?" Elena demands behind me. I slip out the vile, ignoring Elena and bite into my hand while holding eye contact with Freya, and I squeezed my blood into the vile and plug it once it was filled. I stepped up the door frame holding the vile out as far as the spell would let me, she takes it from me.

"Be careful, please." I say, a pleading look in my eyes.

"I will, I promise." She smiles at me, "And we'll have that dance soon."

With that she walks away, leaving me trapped with Elena, I slammed the door shut and locked it once I couldn't see her anymore. I turned to Elena, anger and shock taking over her body.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" She hissed through her teeth, clutching her fist at her sides.

"I'm Y/N L/N," A look of boredom crosses my face as I look at my healing palm. "And I'm keeping you here until Esther's spell is done with."

"You can't do that; my friends will know I'm missing and so will she."

"She won't know until she kills herself and I'm not that worried about your friends. Once they find out what will happen if she were to succeed, they won't be on your side anymore." I pause, looking around the powder room and shrug. "Your vampire friends at least."

"No, they won't, they all want the Originals dead." She bites back.

I let out a low, dangerous chuckle. "You silly little girl, don't you get it? If one of the Original Vampires die, so does their entire bloodline. Esther is planning on bounding all of the Original Vampires to her and then killing herself along with them, all she needed from you was your doppelgänger blood, that's why she got mine."

"You're lying, she wouldn't kill all of her children." She stated, denial coating her voice.

"If you are so intent on believing that, then go kill Klaus and find out what happens to your friends."

Anger glossed over her eyes, "Let me out, now." She demands, bunching her dress in her hands.

"I can't do that, sorry." I sped over to her and bang her head into the counter, knocking her out.

I sit in the bathroom for the next hour, playing Clash of Clans while waiting for Freya to undo her spell so we could dance.

Soon I heard a little knock on the door, I get up, stepping over Elena, unlocked the door and peaked out, not opening the door all the way. Freya stood at the doorway, smiling.

"You're free to go."

"Give me a minute." I shut the door and bite into my wrist, shoving it into Elena's mouth to heal her head injury. She let out a gasp, sitting up looking around in panic.

"You're healed and free to go." I turn around, opening the door and looping my arm in with Freya's, a huge smile on my face. "Let's dance."

As we got out the dance floor, a slow waltz was playing, Freya spun me around to face her, taking the lead and starting the dance.

"When will you wake?" I ask, my head leaning on her shoulder.

"In Five years," She whispered, holding onto me tightly, completely ignoring the steps to the waltz playing.

"That's too long," I say, raising my head up to look her in the eyes. "How much longer do I have with you tonight?"

"Until midnight." She whispers, the music coming to an end.

"Well you're coming home with me... whether you like it or not." I say, grabbing her hand, turning and heading to the entrance of the Mikaelson Manson pushing us through the crowd, hand holding on tightly to Freya's.

We reach the front doors and compel the Valet to bring me Klaus' car. Within minutes the car is here and I'm rushing to get in the drives seat, my mind and body working fast knowing that I had less than 3 hours left with Freya. We both had large smiles on our faces as I sped towards Charlottesville. We got there in 15 minutes, cutting the 30 minute drive in half with my speeding; we couldn't get to my front door fast enough.

With the slamming shut of my front door, I'm pushing Freya against the door, my lips on hers, her hands around my waist unhooking the cape like skirt from my dress. Keeping her lips locked with mine, she's pushing me into my living room and in the couch, both of us falling into the cushions, our dresses rustling with the fall. I push her up so I could sit up and undo her dress, staring into her green eyes - eyes that belonged to the real Freya - my hand slid down her back while I undid the zipper, she reached behind me to do the same. She pushed me down, both of our lips and hands roaming around each other’s bodies on my couch.

We spent the last two hours fucking and giggling from joy of being in each other's arms again. Now we laid in the middle of my living room floor, a throw blanket underneath us keeping the cold bite of my hardwood floor away from our skin and another thrown on top of us, dresses long discarded and forgotten. My head laid on her shoulder, her arm wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to her body.

Freya hadn't said a word since we started resting

"What's wrong?" I question, looking up at her, her eyes avoiding me.

"Nothing." The answer was cut short, a look in her eyes that I'd only seen back in the early 1500s when I was dancing with a man and not her.

"Wait a second, are you jealous of me being with you while you're in this body?" I ask, sitting up quickly and meeting her green glaze, her silence was her answer.

I lean down over her body, "I don't care who you appear as, whether it's in a different body or not, I love you, not anybody else. I only have eyes for you and I will take any stolen moment I can get with you, even if it means I don't get to see your beautiful face for another 5 or 500 hundred years, I will wait and take anything I can get from you, not someone else." I say firmly.

She looks at me, pain behind her eyes. "I know you do; I just hate this. I hate that I can't be here with you for real, I hate that I am only allowed to walk the Earth one year every hundred years, and I hate that you have to go through that too." She confessed, her hand cupping my cheek. "I'm jealous of normal people and couples that that get to spend more than a year with each other in a hundred years’ time."

"It’s okay Freya, I can live with that if it means I get to be your girlfriend. It may not be ideal for us, but I can wait as long as you will be there every hundred years." She nods her head, taking my words in.

She looked over at the clock that hung on my living room wall, " We have 15 minutes left."

"I know," Sadness now sat in my voice. I can wait for her forever but waiting for her to walk the earth again every hundred years didn't mean I didn't feel sad over it.

"I should get dressed." She said, staring the wall clock down.

"Yeah," My mind was reluctant in getting up, but my body said otherwise. I extend my hand to help her up to her feet and wrap the throw blanket around my body like a towel. Freya walked over to her discarded dress and slipped it on, her back to me as I walk over and pull the zipper up. She started looking for the heels she wore while I called a cab, both of our hearts heavy.

Once I'm off the phone and she finds her lost shoes, there's only 4 minutes left until midnight. I walk over to her and pull her into an embrace, braying my face into her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around me and set her chin on top of my head.

"It’s going to be okay." She whispers, her voice cracking in the process.

"I know."

We spent our last minutes hold each other in silence, taking in each other one last time.

"I love you." She whispers, I take my head away from her shoulder and look into her green eyes one last time.

"I love you too." Just as I say it, the clock let out a normally small click letting us know that it was midnight, but the click sounded like a loud bell that rung in my ears for minutes. And just like that she was gone, green eyes turning into brown.

The girl Freya possessed was back in her body, awake.

"W-Who are you? Where am I?" Her eyes were darting all over the room, panic glossing her eyes over.

"Look at me." I demand, taking ahold of her arms. "You don't remember coming to my house, you will forget me, and that this ever happened. You came to Charlottesville for the dress you have on, you found it on sale at J. C. Penny's, you wanted to feel good about yourself. You called a cab after having a nice dinner and are going back home."

"I came here for this dress, had a nice dinner, called a cab and I'm now going home." She said in a trance, I nod.

"Now go to your cab." I follow her as she turns and walks out the front door, - I stopped just in front of my front door, the porch wood warm under my feet from the humidity - she got in the cab and left shortly after.

A tear fell as the cab pulled away, my body feeling hollow, my chest felt like my heart had been ripped out and left on my doorstep. I only let the one tear fall for my shitty ass luck and sorrow, before getting myself together for the wait until I get to be with Freya again. I take a moment on my front porch, watching the cab disappear down the street, and I start to build the walls back up until I'm made of stone. I step back into my house once I'm done, my head held high.

And I slammed the front door shut.

Masterlist

[theworkofxanderking]

Dracula: The Originals (Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Battle Lines

Warnings: I do not own the original content to “The Originals”, “The Vampire Diaries�� or “Legacies” or any of the characters from the television shows.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture, M/M, F/M, F/F.

New Orleans, 1722

It had been almost 2 and a half centuries since Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah and Kol Mikaelson spent that one fateful night in the Transylvanian castle belonging to Count Dracula and neither Mikaelson had seen of Dracula or his brides since although they heard many stories as the myth of Dracula grew larger almost as large as the original vampires themselves which only served to saturate Klaus’ obsession with Dracula.

During his tedious investigative work into Dracula and the brides he claimed Klaus learned that Dracula was witch-vampire hybrid made possible due to his siphoning nature as Klaus assumed Dracula must have had some of his bloods after learning Kol had not so literally handed the brides his own blood to make them what was known as heretics.

Klaus had never come across anyone who had claimed to know any understanding of him until the day he came across Dracula and since that fateful night he had never found another. Sure, he had romances, flings and loves during his seven centuries on this earth but he had never found someone who he believed could truly understand him and this had him intrigued for 2 and a half centuries without any wavering of interest.

Little did he or his siblings know that a reunion with Dracula would lead to a war for the city the Mikaelson’s had claimed as their home.

Long before the Mikaelson’s boat arrived in New Orleans the place had become somewhat of a haven for witches and werewolves thank to a peace treaty kept in place by witch regent Gabrielle LaRue and self-proclaimed wolf king Abel Kenner.

In time they allowed humans to join the peace treaty allowing a human representative Pastor Andreas Labonair into their peace treaty and humans, witches, and werewolves lived relatively quietly in mostly harmony, but nothing could prepare them for the arrival of the family of original vampires.

Klaus knew if he was to claim New Orleans, he had to eliminate any potential distractions to his master plan which meant daggering his chaotic youngest brother Kol and putting his body in a coffin next to their oldest brother Finn.

Elijah was desperate for Klaus to claim New Orleans as his so-called throne as Elijah saw this as an opportunity for him and his siblings to finally call somewhere home once again and set about turning as many humans as possible turning them into compelled undead allies of his family in the process knowing that with enough vampires they would eventually need representation a role which his brother Klaus was eager to accept.

Rebekah even found herself helping her brothers hoping that keeping Klaus busy would be beneficial to her having some sort of life and the prospect of a love her older brother didn’t wind up murdering before marriage. She set about New Orleans looking for secrets the kind of secrets that could used against their owner to her family’s advantage and succeeded one night after hearing rumors of Pastor Andreas Labonair being a werewolf only to later confirm it with her own eyes one moon shining night in a church basement.

Klaus had come up with the master plan to take New Orleans, Elijah had provided him with enough allies to form an army if needed be and Rebekah was ready to out secrets of anyone that opposed them.

New Orleans was there’s for the taking or at least that is what they believed not realizing while Abel, Gabrielle and Andreas played dutiful to the original siblings that they were secretly plotting their downfall not realizing their attempts to save New Orleans from one terror would only serve to unleash another.

Klaus had gathered Abel, Gabrielle and Andreas down to a warehouse near the port of New Orleans where they had their usual bi-weekly meetings to discuss each faction’s needs, responsibilities, concerns and fears although since Klaus had taken over the meetings it was mostly him demanding more and more from the others while continuing to boast about his growing population of vampires at the hands of himself, Rebekah and Elijah.

“You already have property within this area why on earth should we allow you to acquire more?” Gabrielle asked the original vampire as Klaus, herself, Abel and Andreas sat down at a table placed within the dark and damp warehouse.

“I was not asking for permission I was merely informing you that I’ve acquired some space and my vampires have begun work on the property.” Klaus revealed. “It’s a much more fitting location for my siblings and I.”

“Since you have arrived the human numbers are dwindling, fatal casualties have risen and hostility between witches, werewolves and vampires are at an all time high.” Pastor Andreas Labonair told him. “You have brought nothing but misery to Mystic Falls and quite frankly we’ve had enough of it.”

“I am not going to sit here and listen to human rights from a self-loathing werewolf.” Klaus snapped. “You will all smile while I go about my business and if you dare defy me, I’ll kill you all and everybody you’ve ever met.”

“We are not scared of you anymore Niklaus Mikaelson!” Gabrielle LaRue said defiantly as she stood from her chair. “The witches have lived under your reign of terror for too long I won’t allow it any longer and nor will I allow my children to grow up in a world where we kneel before some abomination.”

“I’d be very careful of your next words!” Klaus warned her after rising from his chair. “Or on the other hand don’t I do enjoy killing witches after all.”

“You are no longer our vampire representative,” Abel admitted as he and Andreas both stood up. “We have sought out another vampire more fitting of the role.”

“Who the bloody hell could be more fitting than an original vampire?” Klaus shouted in fury.

“A vampire who is more than a mere vampire, a witch who is more than a mere witch.” Dracula stated in his Hungarian accent after vamp speeding his way into the warehouse. “It’s nice to see you again Niklaus Mikaelson it has been far too long.”

Klaus stood there completely speechless by Dracula’s arrival that night he had longed to be reunited with the man behind many myths the man that lured him and his siblings into a trap two and a half centuries ago and now he had been reunited with his one time lover he wanted nothing more than to rip his bloody head off and make him suffer for ever daring to take his kingdom from him.

Kol Mikaelson had found himself daggered by his older brother Klaus once again despite how many times he had been daggered by his brother Klaus always had a way of surprising him each time.

However, this particular coffin spell proved to be one of the shortest as he found himself awaking in his coffin the color returning to his body before sitting up to find himself in an underground cellar and instantly recognizing the brunette beauty who was stood across from him holding the very dagger that was recently in his chest.

“Well this is certainly an interesting turn of events,” Kol said to her as he climbed out of his coffin. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but we have met before, haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have only both of us were wearing a lot less materials.” The brunette bride replied with a flirty smile. “My name is Zsofia Benedek the bride of Dracula, the first bride of Dracula.”

“And why may I ask have you freed me from my imprisonment at the hands of my bastard brother?” Kol asked Zsofia.

“Well for one we started a little dance I intend to finish,” Zsofia revealed before she vamp sped over to Kol, close enough their bodies were almost touching. “My husband also has an opportunity for you one that will grant you revenge on that bastard brother of yours.”

“Consider me well and truly intrigued.” Kol said with a smile before passionately kissing Zsofia.

Zsofia and Kol continued to kiss passionately as Zsofia pushed him up against his coffin before Kol vamp sped with her across the cellar slamming her against the cellar wall as he began kissing her neck and tearing at her clothing as she began tearing at his.

“You have some nerve coming to my home and attempting to claim my throne.” Klaus snapped at Dracula as it was only the two of them that were left standing in the warehouse.

“Oh, please I’m not here to play king or involve myself in any of this nonsense I’ve been a king before, and the crown may have fitted nicely but it only led to the beginning of an eternity of death and despair.” Dracula explained to him. “I’m hardly a fan of the undead or witches and yet I find myself both. However, I am somewhat a fan of yours.”

“If you’re such a fan of mine then why the bloody hell are you trying to take my city from me?” Klaus shouted as he stormed his way over to be face to face with Dracula.

“Because Niklaus Mikaelson you are a worthy opponent and last time I encountered you I had the unfair advantage.” Dracula replied with a wicked smile. “My brides are my companions the only light in my never-ending darkness, but you make me feel like setting light to that darkness and along with it the world.”

“If you think you can trick me, I swear I’ll take great joy in removing you from your eternal darkness and straight into a bloody coffin.” Klaus warned the prince of darkness.

“There’s no trickery this time around Niklaus merely just a test,” Dracula admitted to him. “You want this place to be your home then prepare for a war if you win I’ll leave never to return if you don’t kill me of course and if I win I burn this place to the grounds and you leave with me as my first groom.”

“You are well and truly completely insane.” Klaus said in shock before looking at Dracula with his devilish grin. “Consider me well and truly ready for war.”

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to turn down a good proposal.” The undead Count chuckled away to himself.

“Just so you know I don’t play fair in war,” Klaus replied as he grabbed Dracula by the waist and pulled him in for a kiss. “It’ll be a shame to have to kill you in the end, but I’ll make sure to make this a battle you’ll never forget.”

“Now Niklaus no pre-showings before the wedding.” Dracula laughed as he brushed Klaus’ arms off his waist. “Although I never was one for keeping a tradition.”

Dracula and Klaus began passionately kissing each other and tearing at each other’s clothes before vamp speeding over to the table in which Dracula threw Klaus down and began kissing his way down Klaus’ toned and muscly chest causing Klaus to groan in pleasure louder with each kiss Dracula placed on him the kisses going lower and closer towards the original vampire’s waist.

Elijah looked out of the window of the Mikaelson family home, which was located on the outskirts of New Orleans, the same home from season one although more fitting to the era of 1772. Upon looking out the window in the living room area he saw a blonde-haired beauty standing in the garden looking straight at him with a knowing smile before waving at the Mikaelson brother without fear which amused Elijah tempting him outside.

“We don’t get many women stalking our home especially considering most of New Orleans are terrified of me and my siblings.” Elijah said upon opening the front door of his home and walking over to the blonde-haired beauty.

“I’ve seen many horrors in my life, and you are one of the more pleasing to my eyes.” She admitted to him. “You’re the noble Mikaelson am I correct?”

“That has been said once or twice, who are you?” Elijah asked her.

“My name is Evike Arvay and for the last two and a half centuries I have been one of Dracula’s brides.” The blonde-haired bride revealed. “Dracula is a cruel and tedious husband more like a master than a companion and I need your family’s help to rid me of him once and for all.”

“Why on earth would you come to me and my siblings for help?” Elijah quizzed.

“Dracula has arrived in New Orleans eager to claim it as his own only to burn it to the ground for his own amusement and destroy your family in the process,” Evike replied leaving Elijah no time to adjust to the news. “I’ve heard that you Mikaelson’s value family above all else.”

“And what do tell do you value most of all?” Elijah asked her, uncertain whether to trust this stunning yet mysterious bride of Dracula.

“Freedom and revenge.” She admitted causing Elijah to smile at her honesty.

“You should come inside and fill me in on everything Mrs Arvay.” Elijah said to her.

“Call me Evike I am nobody’s Mrs.” Evike replied.

Rebekah walked into the Rousseau’s bar which design was very fitting of the 17th century era but at the same time had similarity to what it looked like throughout The Originals TV show. She spotted a red woman girl sat in a booth and found herself immediately drawn to her walking over to sit down next to the mysterious red headed woman she had never seen in New Orleans before.

“Not many women roam New Orleans without a suitor present well except for the witches.” Rebekah said to her. “Although I’ve made it my everything to know every witch who resides within this city and you are a new face.”

“That’s because I’ve only just arrived here Rebekah and I’m not your typical kind of witch.” The redheaded bride replied to her noticing the original vampire’s shock at her knowing her name. “Don’t be so surprised miss Mikaelson that people know of you and your siblings after all you have are the original undead family.”

“Fair point, what do you mean when you say your not a normal witch?” Rebekah asked her.

“My name is Wilhelmina Helsing I am what is considered to be a bride to the infamous Count Dracula I believe the two of you have met before.” Wilhelmina revealed herself to the original female vampire.

“You’re one of the three brides that got the better of my foolish brother Kol two and a half centuries ago,” Rebekah realized. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume all his brides are heretics like himself.”

“You are correct I always told my husband you were the smartest Mikaelson, but he seems to have some morbid fascination with your brother Niklaus.” Wilhelmina explained to her. “I do love my husband dearly he freed me from a miserable existence, but I desire much more than to be somebody’s bride.”

“What exactly do you desire Wilhelmina?” Rebekah asked her curious to know the answer.

“This city,” She replied with a sinister smirk. “Dracula and Niklaus will destroy New Orleans long before they’ve finished their romantic little dance in the darkness whereas I’d rather lay claim to it. After all Dracula is no older a vampire than I nor is he any more powerful a witch than any of his brides why can’t I become this city’s queen?”

“Your delusional if you think myself or my siblings would ever allow anyone to take claim of our home.” Rebekah warned the redheaded bride.

“I guess you haven’t been informed that the battle for New Orleans has already begun,” Wilhelmina informed her as she stood up from her seat. “Boys are nothing more than children and they’ll gladly burn their toys instead of allowing others to play with them it’s our mission as women to teach them how to behave.”

“And how exactly do you intend to teach them?” Rebekah quizzed her as she too stood up from her seat.

“One bride is foolish following her master’s orders while the other plots to murder our husband I on the other hand have a much more delicate plan for both my husband and your brother one that includes neither of us having to ever wield again to any man!” Wilhelmina declared. “Tell me Rebekah are you tired of falling onto a dagger every time you dare to disagree with your brother?”

Dracula had set his sights on Klaus his brunette bride Zsofia had freed Kol and aligned herself with him while his deceiving brides Evike and Wilhelmina were seemingly plotting against their husband.

One thing was for sure neither Dracula nor his brides were to be fully trusted although after over seven hundred years of squabbling the Mikaelson’s didn’t fully trust each other.

Kol wanted revenge for Klaus’ cruel ways towards him, Rebekah wanted freedom from her siblings, Klaus wanted the throne at all cost and Elijah wanted nothing more than for his siblings to be happy despite how difficult a task it had proved to be.

Kol and Zsofia just lay there on the ground of the abandoned cellar using their clothing as sheets to cover their naked bodies.

“I always imagined sleeping with an original would be an extraordinary experience, but I must admit that was truly beyond my wildest dreams.” Zsofia admitted as Kol climbed on top of her and began kissing her neck.

“I guess this Count Dracula isn’t too good between the sheets so to speak.” Kol replied with a cheeky smile before kissing Zsofia on the lips.

“My husband sees his brides more like sisters than wives,” Zsofia revealed. “He saved us all from terrible fates and he can save you too.”

“See that’s the problem my darling Zsofia,” Kol told her before launching his hand into her chest causing her to choke up blood while looking at her lover in shock. “I don’t need saving and when I seek revenge, I seek it family style no outsiders allowed.”

Before Zsofia had a chance to respond or even defend herself the original Mikaelson vampire had ripped out her heart and her body began to desiccate.

[wolfiepheanix]

How you meet

Klaus Mikaelson

You were new to the way earth had evolved since you’ve been dead. Your name is Y/N Dubois, related to Celeste Dubois. She was sadly killed and you were too but then you just got resurrected. You haven’t aged at all, you are still young and drop dead gorgeous but you still need to catch up with the world. You were in your old dress, the one you died in. It was very old and dirty but still looked decent even though it was vintage. As you were walking through New Orleans, you come across a man in a man with dark hair and was wearing a suit. You immediately recognized him when he turned around. It was Elijah Mikaelson. So, you immediately went over to him, bunching your dress up bit to make it easier to walk fast. “Elijah?!” You exclaimed, your throat sore and dry. This caused him to immediately turn his head and cock an eyebrow at you before he recognized you. “Y-Y/N? This can’t be...” He muttered before going to help you, he guided you to where him and his family stayed. Y/N knew Elijah had siblings but never got the chance to meet them back than up until now. “My, my... Who do we have here?” You looked around and soon spotted a tall man with curly dirty blond hair. You immediately thought he was attractive but ignored that and spoke up for yourself. “I am not a what. More or so whom.” You obviously weren’t great with comebacks yet but you didn’t care. “This is Y/N... Dubois..” Klaus paused for a moment, “As in C-” Klaus got cut off by Elijah nodding and asking him to assist you with finding better clothing to wear.. Clothing that suits this century. While you and Klaus were alone together you told him a lot about yourself and he sort of did as well. Just not as much as you.

Rebekah Mikaelson

Rebekah was on her way to Marcel. She wanted to see if he would allow her on his side against Klaus. She, obviously, still had faint feelings for him. She used her vampire speed to get to where he was faster. As soon as she got there, he was training some new vampires. Y/N was one of them, she looked uninterested and bored. She obviously knew about the vampire world. She was also born a witch so she is confused whether she has powers or not. She started to open her mouth to speak when Marcel asked the vampires if they would help him. “No.” Everyone but Y/N said yes, she never liked Marcel. She used to, but not now. “Who said that?” Marcel questioned causing Y/N to instantly speak out. “I did. I was a witch and you took that away from me. I don’t want to work for you, not now, not ever. Got it?” Y/N has always been one to speak her mind about certain things and this would be one of them. “For a newly turned vamp you are extremely cocky... Rebekah Mikaelson... To what do I owe the pleasure?” He changed the subject, not used to many people speaking up to him. Rebekah thought she was here to ask to be in an alliance but as soon as she saw Y/N, her thoughts were different. “I want her.” She said, pointing at Y/N with a small smirk. Y/N crossed her arms, turning her head to look at Rebekah. ‘God damn she’s hot...’ You thought but your mouth opened saying something different. “Let’s see, 1. No one owns me. 2. As much as I want to get away from this, I don’t know who you are.” You had an inkling that she was an important person since you could see the nostalgia on both Marcel and the girls face. Marcel cleared his throat, “Take her. I don’t care. She won’t be no help to me if she doesn’t want to work for me.” With that being said, you shrugged and walked over to the blonde, Rebekah. You both became very close although, her brothers were very skeptical of you.

Elijah Mikaelson

Y/N had been walking late at night in New Orleans, you didn’t know anything of the supernatural so this came as a complete shock to you when someone snatched you into an alley way and compelled you to stay calm and be quiet. Fangs grew from the persons gums and veins protruded from under their eyes before they sunk their fangs into the skin on your neck, sucking your blood. They drank till you were almost dry of blood and decided to leave you their to die before speeding away. Luckily, Elijah had been taking a night stroll and heard a body drop with his enhanced hearing. He quickly went to where he heard the noise and found Y/N nearly dead. He quickly rolled up his sleeve, bit into his wrist and fed her some of his blood. He was a little late, she died with his blood in her veins. Elijah cursed to himself before he picked her up, bridal style and carried her to the compound. He put her in a dark room so when she awoke and fed, if she chose to, she wouldn’t burn. Hours later, it was early in the morning when she woke up. Elijah had heard her groan, he left his conversation with Klaus and went to check on her. He knocked on the door, hearing a strangled come in. Y/N was sitting up on the bed with a scared look on her face. Elijah started to calm her down before explaining everything to her about what she could be and what is happening to her. “You need to drink human blood to complete the transition...” He said, putting a blood bag on the nightstand. “It is your choice if you want to become a vampire. If you choose to do so, I will help you through it..” In the end, you chose to drink the blood and transition into a vampire. Elijah helped you every step of the way.

Kol Mikaelson

You and Kol met back when he was human, which was so long ago. You both were best friends, lovers dare I say. You were turned into a hybrid just like Klaus was. Except you were a witch and a vampire. Soon after that, you had disappeared as if you didn’t exist. Kol thought you died during the transition process but after years of thinking about it and then him being daggered in a coffin for centuries passed by time. You were still alive and roaming the town, Mystic Falls. Little did you know, Kol and his family were in town. A few days later you were helping Elena and her friends with Klaus but you didn’t know Kol and Elijah were there. So, while you were the diversion, Kol came out of no where, causing you to gasp. “Kol?” Y/N called out, stopping him in his tracks, causing him to tear up and say your name. Damon went up behind Kol, about to stab him in the back. “No!” Y/N shouted, crying out as she raised her hand and flung Damon away from Kol. After debating whether to reunite with the Mikaelsons or help the Mystic Falls gang, you chose the Mikaelsons. You had more history with them although you never liked their ways of dealing with things.

[elejah-verse]

Love Hurts/1

Fanfiction

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline

Part 1

AU TVD/TO story

Premise:  One day Y/N receives a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans, which stated that she had inherited a part of a Plantation House and Estate there. She travels there to find out what it is about, and finds out that it is a place is also part owned by two brothers. Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson.

a/n: since sweet love is finishing - only one ch left. Here is something new. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading xoxo

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @captainshurley

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Mystic Falls

"Hey"- Y/N said to Bonnie as she sat down at the table in the Grill. 

"You are late. You've just missed Stefan. Where were you?"

"I was on the phone to a lawyer from New Orleans. Here look- I received this today."- Y/N now showed a letter to her friend.Bonnie read it and then looked at her friend wide-eyed-

"What is this? A Will and Last Testament  reading? In New Orleans? Dahlia Mikaelson? Did you know any Dahlia Mikaelson?"

"No. That is why I had to call the lawyer's firm."- Y/N said continuing-"and - it turns out Dahlia Mikaelson, whoever she is, left me part of a Plantation house and a town house in New Orleans. It's crazy, isn't it?"

"It's mad"- Bonnie said."Yeah, but it is all true. Apparently it all checks out."

"What did your mom and dad say?""I tried to call them, but they are now somewhere in Brasil, and they don't always have good reception."- Y/N replied.

"I guess you will go down to New Orleans?"- Bonnie asked.

"Yeah. Made already an appointment for Monday. Come with me?"

"I can't. I promised Damon I would help him get the Boarding House running again"

"Ah, you did?"- Y/N smiled a little-"so, the kiss was very convincing?!"

Bonnie sighed a little-" Huh, I don't know what to do with him?"

"I think that you should give it a try. I know that Damon is a mess, but lately, he is really trying to get his act together."- Y/N said.

"I don't know. I will see how it goes."- Bomnie said-"anyway, let's google Dahlia Mikaelson."

"Ok"- Y/N said and the women now typed the name in the search engine.

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New Orleans, that afternoon

"What do you mean, there is another person in the Will?"- Klaus looked at his brother Elijah gone out.

"Here. Read."- Elijah gave the letter to Klaus.

"Y/N-"- Klaus read out loud-"who the Hell is she?"4

"I don't know."- Elijah replied-"but we will soon find out. Camille said she is arriving on Monday."

"Aunt Dahlia was eccentric, but seriously, I never thought this much"'- Klaus said."We will buy her out"- Elijah said.

"Yeah, with what money?"- Klaus said-"did you forget that first the Hurricane and then the collapse of the banking system?"

"This house can be sold and she will get a good deal out of it."

"How about we contest the Will. Dahlia was not right in her mind for a long while, always going to that strange magic shop in Bourbon street."- Klaus said.

"That will bring more legal fees. It is cheaper to pay her out. Trust me. We also have to think of Hope. You will have enough money for her and her college one day."- Elijah said.

"You thought about everything?"- Klaus said."I always do."- Elijah said

.Elijah's phone went and he answered-"Hi Cami. Yes- ok. I will pick  you up at seven. Sure- it's fine. Yes. Ok. See you there. Love you-"

"Right. I will see you later. I have to go pick up Hope."- Klaus said.

 Elijah nodded a little and tossed his phone down on the desk. He rubbed his face with his hands feeling a slight headache come on. He looked at the photo of his mother and then at his aunt.   

They were two very passionate, extraordinary  women. And when Klaus said eccentric, he was not far off. But a lot of tragedy was behind the Mikaelson fame and fortune. He remembered his and his brother's happy childhood on the Plantation as well as the French Quarter, until the faithful moment of their mother's death. That frightful night, life changed in a lot of ways. His aunt had hard time accepting her sister's death, and suffered a small nervous breakdown. The two boys, who were age 9 and 7 were taken care for a while by the housekeeper Mary.

Mary now walked in with a tray of coffee and sandwiches.

 "You have not eaten anything today.- Mary said to both men .

 "I am going out with Camille. I will eat out."- Elijah said getting up.

"Everything will work itself out. It always has."- the housekeeper said.

Elijah gave the woman a little smile and said-"I really don't know. And you will be taken care of properly. I will make sure of that."

"My dearest boy, I really don't need much. Just make sure that you, your brother and your niece have a good new start."

"I never thought that we would have to say goodbye to this house."- Elijah said-"we had some great times here."

"Yes, we did."- Mary said-"I need to get back to the kitchen. I am making Hope's favourite tonight. She won the junior mathematics league."

"Omg. I completely forgot that this is today."- Elijah said-"Klaus should have reminded me"

"Unfortunately, he forgot himself. But she reminded him this morning. Now they were interrupted by a wiman that came in like a storm-"Hi - here you are. I got all different party things. I  spoke to Klaus and we have enough time to decorate the  lounge"- Genevieve said putting the bags on the sofa, taking out a few things, hanging a Congratulations hanger. 

Mary rolled her eyes a bit. Elijah nudged a bit with his head at Mary to let it be. He knew that Mary didn't like Genevieve's overbearing demeanor, but she was one of their childhood friends, and has always been there since Hope's mother, and Klaus' girlfriend Hayley died. Mary excused herself and went to the kitchen.

Elijah stayed on helping Genevieve with the decorations. Subsequently, he called Camille to join them, scrapping his night out with the lawyer.

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In Mystic Falls, Y/N tried again to get in touch with her parents, but there was no reply. She left them a message and went to book herself a plane ticket to New Orleans.

 A couple of days later, she found herself in one of the most magical cities in the world, and it felt like she was entering a story book as she walked the streets of the French Quarter, looking for the house she was to inherit.   

She felt the urge to ring and get in, but she stayed on the other side of the street, just looking at it. How and why was this woman giving her a part of this house, was a complete mystery. A few seconds later a man got out with a little girl, who seeing Y/N stare at the house now waved at her. 

Y/N waved back at the girl. Klaus looked now across the street himself at Y/N, who then put her hand down after a semi-wave. 

"Can I help you?"- Klaus asked. 

Y/N waved it off a little and then, as if something pushed her forward, she walked across the street to the man and the girl.

"Hi."- Y/N said. 

"Hi. I am Hope"- the girl said-"This is my dad Klaus"

"Hope? That's a nice name. I am Y/N."

Another man now got out of the house and walked to them.

 "Elijah, this is Y/N"- Klaus said now looking at his brother poignantly.

 "Y/N?"- Elijah said looking at her like hypnotized-"Y/N?"

Y/N nodded not leaving his stare. 

"Well, now that you are here, we can call Cami and get it done tonight."- Klaus said.

Elijah now snapped out of the stare and agreed, asking Y/N if she was fine with the change.

"Yes, it's fine with me."- Y/N agreed.

 Elijah excused himself and moved away a little to make a phone call.

"Cami- Camille O'Connor, the lawyer is also my brother's girlfriend, so- anyway, we are on our way to take Hope to h er friend's birthday party and get a drink. Want to join us?"- Klaus said.

"Oh, yeah. Ok."- Y/N said delightfully happy to accept the invitation.

Elijah now returned to them and said that Cami will come around the house later that night. And later that night, as the reading of the Will was over, Y/N walked out of the study into the back garden trying to grasp what she had just heard.

 She took her phone out and dialed her friend Bonnie's number.

"Hey you, how is it going down in NOLA?"- Bonnie asked- "Having a great time?"

"I've just - I was at the Will reading- I - don't believe it"

"What, Y/N?"- Bonnie said worried that something was very wrong.

"I - own- well, in equal share with Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson a town house and the Plantation. And there was a letter. I really don't get it. I still don't- "

"A letter? What letter? What is going on, Y/N?"- her friend wanted to know.

Inside the house, Elijah, Klaus and even Camille tried to understand what made Y/N so agitated after she read the letter addressed to her in privacy by the window, that made her run out like she was stung. 

They were also trying to get their heads around the fact that Dahlia had left Y/N the equal share of both properties not explaining her decision. Most interesting fact was that the Will was done 25 years ago.

"Go, talk to her"- Klaus then said to Elijah-"you're good at this kind of a thing.

"Elijah nodded a little and now went to the garden. There he found Y/N sitting on the bench staring at the letter, having finished her conversation with her friend.

"Ahm, are you all right-?" Elijah asked.

Y/N looked up at him, folding the letter up and shaking her head in negation, her eyes welling up with tears. Emotional as Y/N was she now saw a sweet comforting sparkle in the man's eyes and as he moved to put his hand on her arm, she went into a hug. 

Elijah startled at first stood taken in and then squeezed her a little saying-"Whatever it was in the letter, I am sure things can get sorted.

"Y/N now getting out of the momentary shock, realizing she was hugging a person  she barely knew, nodded a little apologizing for being so forward and mushy.

"I think we all need a drink. It's been quite an eventful evening"- Elijah suggested gesturing they go back in.

"Yeah"- Y/N slipped."

Aunt Dahlia left us a good old Bourbon, too."- he said, and they walked back to the house now.

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In Mystic Falls, Bonnie was now thinking about the conversation she had just had  with Y/N and what she had shared with her earlier-"What do you mean your parents are not your parents?"

[samyelbanette]

CALL ME ZERO ZERO : Chapter Three

Chapter 1 is available here: https://yugiohnineinthesky.tumblr.com/post/183928336546/call-me-zero-zero-chapter-one

Chapter 2 is available here: https://yugiohnineinthesky.tumblr.com/post/183955209691/call-me-zero-zero-chapter-two

Zero had noticed, the previous night in Klaus’ hotel room, that he kept his window open. She assumed this was an attempt to beat the insufferable heat. The hotel offered no electric air conditioning system. She could not quite recall if those had been invented yet.

Despite his soldierly paranoia, Klaus probably assumed that, being on the second story, he was safe. He is incorrect, Zero thought with a smirk.

Opposite the hotel was a small Buddhist temple. From the roof of the temple, with the aid of her binoculars, she could peer into Klaus’ window. She loaded a cartridge into the magazine of her M21 sniper rifle (a variant, ironically, of the standard-issue M14 that Klaus and his lover had used in the Battle Of Huê).

Zero had killed before, on the Commission’s orders, many times. She was proud of her proficiency as a sniper, and figured this mission would be just as simple to complete as any other.

She looked into her binoculars again, to see if Mr. Katz had returned to the hotel room. She’d been watching for over an hour, waiting for the GIs to get back from their outing.

It didn’t matter, she supposed, if Klaus was in the room with Mr. Katz, when she lined up her shot. The Seance was not expecting a bullet to come flying through the window. So, he would not be able to defend the target. A shot to the head would kill Mr. Katz instantly. Zero would not miss. She never had before.

She peered through the lenses intently. There they are. The two men had just walked through the hotel room door.

As soon as Mr. Katz closed the door, Klaus slammed him up against it. Oh.

The two men began to kiss passionately. This is a problem, Zero realized. Klaus’ head is in front of my target’s. I can’t get a clear shot.  

The Commission has ordered her to retrieve Klaus alive. She waited for a few moments, to see if he would move. To her chagrin, Klaus continued to passionately kiss his boyfriend as he removed his trousers.

Move, Mr. Katz, Zero thought with a frown. Move, so I can kill you.

Mr. Katz sank to his knees. His head was now, from her perspective, concealed behind Klaus’ bare posterior.

What is he….oh! Zero’s face flushed. She set the binoculars down. Continuing to watch them during that activity, she considered, would be simply perverse. She felt uncomfortable.

Time for a break, she decided. I’ll go have some pho somewhere ,and try again later.

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After returning from lunch, Zero entered the hotel, strolling into the bar where she had given Klaus his final warning.  A bartender was wiping the counter with a rag.

“Have you seen the American men I was with last night?” Zero asked intently.

“Phwk k̄heā pị læ̂w,” the bartender shrugged. “They check out, hour ago. They go to Weīydnām, fight more.”

“Their shore leave is over?” Zero frowned. I need to catch them before they get back on a plane to Vietnam.

She would have to hurry.

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She found them at a cafe just outside Don Mueang International Airport. They had time to kill before their flight took off, and had stopped for bánh mí.

Making eyes at each other across the table, they did not notice her watching them from across the street.

I can’t use my M21 here, she realized. Too many witnesses. And Klaus knows my face by now, so if I approach him, he will grab Mr. Katz and run…..

She spotted a homeless youth in the alley behind the restaurant.

“Hey, you!” she called. “Psst! Dĕk p̄hū̂chāy! You want to make some money?”

The dirt-faced boy pointed at himself. Me?

She nodded, beckoning for him to come closer. He looked like the type to pickpocket unsuspecting tourists.

“You got a knife?” she asked.

He nodded, producing a Gerber Mark II blade - the type US Armymen carried.

So I was right, Zero thought with a smirk. He has mugged a soldier before.

She pulled a stack of 1,000-baht bills from her pocket. Ten of them, in 2019, would be worth about $315 USD. She wasn’t sure what the conversion rate in 1968 was, but it was enough to make the boy’s jaw drop.

“You see the American man, in there?” she pointed at the window. “The blonde one - not his friend.”

The boy nodded.

“When he leaves the restaurant, you cut him, and take his wallet,” Zero instructed.

If I can make this look like a simple robbery gone wrong, she decided, Klaus will have no reason to seek vengeance on the Commission.

The boy pocketed the stack of baht, accepting his mission. Zero watched and waited.

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Even though he knew he was about to return to a war zone, Klaus felt happier than he had in a long time. He’d just had a delicious lunch with his cute boyfriend. He’d been given some fantastic head at the hotel beforehand, and had traded a bottle of American gin for some heady Thai weed. One joint, it seemed, was enough to keep the Corporal’s ghost far away for the time being.

“Are you ready to go, sweetie?” Klaus beamed, still slightly high.

“Right, we have a plane to catch,” Dave nodded.

Klaus laced his fingers with Dave’s, but the blonde pulled away.

“Someone could see us,” Dave blushed.

“The lieutenant’s not here,” Klaus shrugged. “We’ll never see any of these people again.”

“T-true,” Dave agreed hesitantly, and allowed the stoned soldier to hold his hand.

As they exited the shop, they heard someone scream at them in Thai: “H̄ı̂ ngein kạb c̄hạn!”

“What did he say?” Dave gasped, bewildered.

A rough-looking boy pointed a knife at them. “Give me your money!” he repeated in English.

Klaus’ hand flew to the gun at his hip.

“Don’t shoot him!” Dave protested. “He’s a civilian, Klaus. He can’t be older than fifteen.”

“He’s trying to mug us, if you hadn’t noticed!” Klaus hissed.

“You want this?” Dave addressed the kid, pulling the wallet from his pocket. “You can have it, ok? Just don’t hurt us….”

“Why are you surrendering like that? You’re a trained fighter,” Klaus reminded. “You can just punch him, and knock him out!”

“I don’t want to hurt a child,” Dave confessed. “Look how skinny he is….he’s probably hungry, and desperate. If he wants money for food, I’ll just give it to him.”

“David,” Klaus sighed, “you are far too kind for your own good.”

Dave threw the wallet. The boy caught it, and stared at it, as if bewildered.

“C̄hạn t̂xng thảr̂āy khuṇ,” he mumbled, with a confused look. “P̄hū̂h̄ỵing ca korṭh.”

“What’s he saying?” Klaus wondered.

“I dunno,” Dave replied. “I don’t speak Thai.”

The boy narrowed his eyes, as if making a decision. He raised his knife, and lunged at Dave.

“NO!” Klaus cried. His body was moving, before he was even conscious of it. He could not let anything happen to his good, kind, beautiful Dave….

Dave screamed as Klaus crumpled to the ground, a knife buried in his side.

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Zero could not believe what she had just witnessed.

He jumped in front of the knife, she realized, agape. He used his own body to shield the target!

She had not anticipated this. This would not do. She needed Klaus to return to 2019 alive.

“Someone, help!” she heard Dave scream, cradling his bleeding boyfriend. “We need a doctor!”

Zero remained rooted at the spot, still in shock. Why would he risk his own life?!

The words Klaus had spoken to her, returned to her mind.

Have you ever been in love, Agent Zero? Do you have any idea what it’s like, to care for someone so much, that you’re willing to face any hardship, as long as it’s by their side?

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Tears stung Dave’s eyes as he pressed his hand to Klaus’ wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

This isn’t fair, he thought. He survives a dozen battles, just to die on his vacation?!

“Mr. Katz,” said a familiar voice. “We need to get Klaus to a hospital.”

Dave looked up, and saw a thin, bespectacled woman standing at the end of the alley.

“You!” he recognized. “You’re the girl from the bar!”

The one Klaus gave his room key to, Dave recalled. I still don’t know what that was about. But, he swore to me that he wasn’t trying to sleep with her.

She had given him her name, but he’d been so consumed with anger at the time, that he’d forgotten it.

“Call me Zero,” she reminded.

“Who are you?” he gaped. How had she found them, at this precise moment? What did she want from Klaus?”

“I am the person who is going to save your lover’s life,” Zero replied. “There’s a hospital nearby. You’ll need to help me carry him there.”

“He’s not my lov.....” Dave instinctively began a denial.

“I’m well aware of, and indifferent towards, your homosexuality, Mr. Katz. This is not the time,” Zero interrupted. “If you want Klaus to live, we need to get him to a doctor now.”

“....thank you for helping us,” Dave said finally, letting Zero lead him towards Bhumibol Adulyadej Hospital. “You’re a good person.”

I’m not, Zero thought to herself. I came here to murder you.

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Klaus awoke with an IV in his arm, and a suspicious lack of pain in his side.

“You’re awake?” said a soft voice, and Klaus looked up into Dave’s loving, concerned eyes.

“What happened?” Klaus asked, disoriented.

“The doctors had to give you thirty stitches,” Dave explained. “And a whole lot of painkillers, but you’re going to be okay.”

“Are you ok?” Klaus asked. “That kid didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Dave shook his head. “No, Klaus, you….you saved my life. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Well,” Klaus smiled, “It looks like you saved mine, too.”

“I didn’t do it alone,” Dave confessed. “Zero helped me get you here.”

The woman from the Temps Commission?! Klaus’ eyes widened. She was still hanging around?

He wasn’t sure what her angle was. Maybe it would upset her timey wimey plans, if he died in some random alley in Thailand, twenty-one years before he was supposed to be born.

“All that matters right now,” Dave said emotionally, “is that you’re safe.”

“Dave,” Klaus realized, “Have you been crying?”

“I was so worried!” Dave gasped. “If….if something had happened to you, I don’t know what I would’ve done, Klaus. You’re my world.”

“It’s ok,” Klaus soothed him. “I’m ok. Come here.”

Dave laid down in Klaus’ hospital bed with him, and rested his head on his chest. He pulled him close. They were far from home, and they would be back on a battlefield so soon. But, they were together, and for tonight, they were safe. That was all that mattered.

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Zero crept into the hospital room, a Colt revolver in her hand.

She stood over the bed, looking down at the two sleeping men. They looked so peaceful, wrapped in each others’ arms.

All you have to do, she told herself, is press the barrel to Mr. Katz’s temple, and fire at point-blank range.

Perhaps it was cowardly, she considered, to kill a man in his sleep. But, it was also merciful, right? Quick. Painless. Now that Klaus was safe, there was no reason not to take this opportunity, to complete her primary objective.

So, why did the gun shake in her hands?

You shot Hitler in 1945 and made it look like a suicide, she reminded herself. You shot Lennon in 1980 and framed Chapman for it. You even shot the president in 1865. So, why can’t you shoot one inconsequential twink, who’s probably going to die by the end of this decade anyway?

Klaus stirred in his sleep, and she hid the gun behind her back, fearful of being discovered.

“Hmm….Zero?” Klaus’ eyes blinked open.

“I was just….checking to make sure you were alright,” Zero stammered.

“Dave said you helped save me,” Klaus smiled innocently. “Thank you.”

He’s probably doped up on morphine, for his pain, Zero realized. That’s got to be the only reason, it doesn’t occur to him, that he ought to be suspicious of me right now.

“You’re welcome,” Zero muttered, and exited the room, asking herself why she’d failed again.

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Days later, she found herself back in Vietnam. Klaus had healed, and Bellamy had ordered him, and Dave, to return to active duty.

“I don’t even remember the name of this place,” she mumbled to herself, as she looked through her binoculars, spying on the platoon from a safe distance.

“We’re in Danang - part of Quang Nam Province,” a helpful voice supplied, and Zero spun around in shock, to find an elegantly dressed blonde woman at her side.

“Madame Handler!”

“Hello, Agent Zero,” the Handler smiled. “Long time no see.”

“Wh-why….”

“Why did I leave the Commission offices, and come out into the field?” the Handler guessed. “I know,  it’s rare for me these days. But, it is nice to get some fresh air.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Zero fidgeted with the binoculars in her hands.

“I’m here,” the Handler explained, glaring, “because you were ordered, by me, to make a Correction. And you have failed to Correct the target, on no less than three separate occasions. Care to explain why that is?”

“I…”

I don’t know, Zero realized. I don’t know why this assignment is different, or what my problem is. It shouldn’t be a problem. What has that fool Klaus done to me?!

“It doesn’t matter,” the Handler decided, “because tonight is going to present us with a perfect opportunity.”

“How so, ma’am?” Zero wondered.

“Tonight, the US Army is going to commence Operation Allen Brook,” the Handler explained. “The Viet Cong have a fortress on Go Noi Island. Several Army platoons are going to try and invade it, and destroy it. According to historical documents, they actually win this battle.”

“Even though they lose the war?”

“Precisely, Agent Zero,” the Handler nodded. “They win, but their side suffers 917 casualties.” She pulled a small object from her purse.

Zero recognized the object as an RG-42 hand grenade - a Soviet-made bomb, used by the communist North Vietnamese.

“You are going to pull the pin tonight,” the Handler instructed, “and make sure Mr. Katz is one of those casualties. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Madame Handler.”

Zero told herself sternly, that she would not fail again.

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13, 15, 30, and 37 for the ship ask please :)

Oh, what a nice set of questions!

13) Has a ship ever broken your heart?

Hmm.  I honestly cannot think of any.  Then again, I have rarely seen anything where the main couple don’t end up together.  The only movie/show that I can think of that made it clear that the main couple would never get their happily ever after was The Last Unicorn.  And I was introduced to that movie when I was a little kid and mostly indifferent towards love stories.

15) Have you ever “shipped at first sight”?

I almost said no to this question.  But then I remembered Matthew and Mary from Downton Abby.  Simply because of how their first meeting went.  Matthew makes a rather dismissive comment about how he expects the Crawley family might try to “push one of the daughters at me,” on account of him being a bachelor, mere seconds before the eldest Crawley daughter, Mary, enters the room, clearly having overhead what he just said.  And Matthew just simply stares at her in shock.  And I was sitting there saying “Ah, I know that look!”

30) Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships.

I can honestly say I have no official ships for Labyrinth.  Especially since I absolutely don’t ship Jareth/Sarah.  And the only established couples featured in the movie were Robert and Irene, who we barely saw, and William the Worm and the Missus, whom we didn’t see at all.

Apart from that, it’s hard to say.  Mostly because I don’t watch much TV anymore.  Though I suppose I don’t have any actual ships in Umbrella Academy.  Not that I don’t respect Klaus/Dave and Five/Deloresof course.  But since Klaus/Dave largely occurred offscreen and we only saw brief glimpses of their time together via flashbacks, I couldn’t gain an actual connection to it, despite understanding how close the relationship had been.  As for Five/Delores, the fact that Delores is a store mannequin does kinda make the relationship a bit one-sided.  I do understand the reasons for Five’s attachment to Delores, however.  She was basically the Wilson to Five’s Tom Hanks.  I completely get that.  However, understanding and appreciating a ship probably isn’t the same as actually shipping it.

I also don’t currently have any ships in She-Ra and the Princesses of Power.  But I am only three episodes in at the moment, so I might change my mind at a later date. We’ll have to wait and see.

37) Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP?

I do thoroughly enjoy the whole childhood friends to lovers trope.  I’m also a sucker for the rich girl/poor boy type stories.

Shipping Asks

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Apologies: Klaus x Reader

request from anon// Klaus cheating on reader with Caroline

warnings// minor language, reader feels unworthy, but fluff and angsttt! also, my first Klaus one-shot, so I'm sorry if this isn't great!

You were siting on the bed in your hotel room, staring at the dark walls. Your phone had been going off for a quite a while now. You immediately turned it off with aggressiveness. You’re quiet sobs now filled the emptiness in the room. You tried to reprocess everything that had happened in the past few hours of your life. And the reason for it all; Klaus Mikaelson. Where the name would give some shudders, to you, it gave butterflies. Klaus was this unexplainable, complex, intricate being. Everybody thought of him as this self-centered, murderous ego-maniac, but nobody knew him like you did. He was this kind, caring, and loving person, and you loved your hybrid with every piece of your heart. You had been the happiest with him, here in New Orleans. The Mikaelsons were like family to you. You were treated like a Queen by everybody, but you never took that position. You were far too self-less, compassionate, kind, and loving. And that was the exact reason Klaus loved you. You put everyones happiness ahead of yours, never put yourself above anyone, and did whatever you could to make sure that people around you were untroubled. He also loved how cheery you were. Always smiling, incredibly intelligent, being awkward, and not caring of what other cared of you. You never let your sadness be shown to the world. That was just not the light you wanted to offer people. You bottled up your feelings, and you were so good at it, faking your pain, you could’ve won an Oscar. For the past few months, you had been breaking apart. Klaus Mikaelson had broken your heart, piece by piece.. You found your boyfriend of 3 years, on top of Caroline Forbes. Although you were trying to convince yourself that Klaus couldn’t have done this, you truly knew he did. A FEW HOURS AGO: You walked in to the Mikaelsons home after shopping with Rebekah, also one of your best friends,  for what seemed like hours. Rebekah had decided that she wanted to go visit Marcel, so here you were lugging in tons and tons of clothes, accessories, and other foolishness that either one of you didn’t need. You knew that today, every Mikaelsson, except Klaus, wouldn’t be home today. Elijah with Hayley, Freya and Kol, out and about, so you had the mansion to just Klaus and yourself, and you were very excited. You both did not get a lot of time alone, so whatever you had, you really did cherish. You put down the bags on the sofa, and quietly walked up the stairs to the room you and Klaus shared, ready to change out of you maxi-dress, and into some sweatpants and a tank. You could’ve sworn you heard a girl in the room with Klaus. You tried to use your vampire hearing to hear, but nothing was clear enough. You walked closer to the door, you could’ve sworn that anyone from miles away could’ve heard your heartbeat. As you peered in through the door, that was opened the slightest, tears welled up in your eyes. Klaus and Caroline were in a intimate moment. You choked on your breath, and began to walk away, ready to sprint down the stairs. But Klaus had heard you. He chased after you down the stairs, trying to slip on his clothes. 
He was yelling your name. “Y/n! Love, come back, please, I am so sorry, just let me explain”. But your thoughts filled up your mind, blocking out his words. Tears were freely flowing down your face. Klaus grabbed on to your wrist, apologizing over and over again, and all you could do was stare at him. You were utterly shocked by his actions. And then it washed over you. “Let me go, Klaus. Don’t fucking touch me” you screamed, within sobs. He let go of your wrist just standing and staring now. He knew he was wrong, that he had made a mistake, that he had just lost the woman of his dreams. He had let Carolines and his old love come in the way of the woman he was going to ask to be his for the rest of his life. You walked out of the doors, you tears covering your vision straight into Kol’s arms. “What is it, darling” he asked with worry. You just buried you head further in to his chest. Crying so loudly now. “Just stay, Kol. Please, just stay”. “Don’t worry love, I got you, its going to be alright” he said as he rested his head on yours, hugging you tight. “I just want to go away, far, far, away. I need to go, now” you said, wiping your tears after a couple of minutes. “Y/n, please tell me whats up so I can help you. You do not need to go anywhere, I’m here with you”. “Klaus, he...cheated on me” your eyes welling up with tears again. You’re not gonna cry you told yourself, nope, not for him. Kol just stared at you, and engulfed you in his arms, saying kind words. “Ill come back” you said, “ I just need some time alone to rethink” “Let me come with you, y/n” “Thanks Kol, but I just need time alone, just me and my thought”. He hugged you one last time, and you left. Now here you were. In a hotel not to far away. You knew about Caroline. How much Klaus had loved her, and how much heart break he had been through when he wasn’t able to attain her love. You saw her, here and there, when you and Klaus took a little trip to visit the Salvatore brothers in Mystic Falls. The way Klaus looked at her, you knew that love was clearly existent between the two. Everybody talked about it, too. Klaus and Caroline. The tale of the two love birds. Some saying how she was dumb not to pursue him after how much he changed as a person after being around her, and other saying that she was intelligent for not going after the man. Whenever her name came up, you sulked a little on the inside. You had convinced yourself that she was far more gorgeous than you, and Klaus had every right to like her more than he liked you. But then, when Klaus had confessed his true love for you, you forgot all about her. And yet, here she was, with your boyfriend, proving yet again that Klaus would never feel the same of you, as he did of her. And that was the one thing that made you feel like utterly and completely useless. Minutes and hours passed by, and you feel asleep. Until you were woken up by someone gently pushing your hair back, you were ready to spring up and tear the person apart, but you knew the familarity of this person. Of their soft hands, and the scent of bourbon and leather. It was Klaus. And he was crying. He saw you slowly sit up, your red,tear streaked face. You looked away from him making sure not to make eye contact. “How’d you even find me” “The GPS on you phone, love” Klaus said.  That damned phone, you thought to yourself Before you could even open your mouth to tell him to leave, he started to talk. “Y/n, I understand if you do not forgive me. I am truly unworthy of your love, undeserving of you. What I have done today, Ive never felt more bad about myself. I never wanted to hurt you, ever. That was one thing I told myself I never would’ve done. Caroline, and I, that was just the heat of the moment. I did not know what went over me. I didn’t mean to do it. The last thing I have ever wanted is to lose you, and when you walked out of that door, I’ve never felt a greater emptiness in my life. I have never valued your affection, warmth, and spirit more. I know that I am wrong, and trust me, I do loathe myself for it. For the man I am. In the past centuries, Ive been alone and broke, but when I was blessed with you, you healed all the sorrow in my life. I am beyond fortunate for you. I feel like the luckiest man for having you as my girlfriend, my lover, my support, and my happiness. And I know, I put a big tear in our relationship today, but I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to convince you that I am worthy of your love. Forgive me, darling” And a single tear fell down his face. You wiped away the tear, and pulled him into a kiss. One that meant, forgiveness, love, and new opportunities. “Klaus, what happened today, broke me in a way that I never thought it would have. You made me feel as if I was unworthy of loving, and that I was never good enough. Ive tried, tried so hard to not let the way Aurora, Camille, or Caroline looked at you. The fact that they were far more better for you, than me”. “Don’t say that. I have never loved anyone more than you. No one is as amazing as you, y/n, and it astonishes me that you don’t realize that. Your everything I’ve wanted to be, and more. And the fact that i wake up next you every morning, and that I get to call you mine, is unbelievable to this day.  I promise you, with the enitirety of my heart, that I will never hurt you, ever again. I love you y/n,  I love you so much”. “ I love you too Klaus, and I forgive you, but do that again, and I will surely put that White Oak stake through your heart, and drop your body at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean”. You both laughed at this, and you fell asleep in Klaus arms, till morning came.

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