#cami x klaus

[loisfreakinglane]

ultimate ship meme // romantic declarations ↳ Camille O'Connell & Klaus Mikaelson (The Originals)

[realtvdtexts]

the originals + incorrect quotes

[viavolterra]

“Cami meant nothing to klaus”

The actual show writer:

“We have always known there's an incredible connection between these two people. I know there's a lot of different fandoms who want Klaus to be with Cami or Hayley or someone whơ's on another television show, Caroline. There's people that like Klaus with Aurora. There's people that want Klaus to be on his own. I think the truth of the matter is, when you've lived a thousand years, you're probably going to have a lot of loves. For Klaus on this show, the relationship that changed him, the relationship that gave him pause, the relationship that made him sense a kindred when he really needed a kindred [was with Cami). Cami was someone who could look at Klaus and say, "I understand what you are and I think secretly it's built on anger and frustration and deep, deep despair and I think you can be better." That really changed Klaus. Of course she was beautiful and of course he couldn't help but fall in love with her for that reason, but there was also a kinship. She knew that her power as a psychologist was she might be able to have influence on the most dangerous vampire in history and get him to stop being a savage monster, and she felt an obligation to try and lead him out of his own darkness.” -Michael Narducci

(this was a while after cami died so he’s not just saying it for the sake of it. Narducci was a klamille truther)

CRY ABOUT IT KL*ROLINE AND KL*YLEY STANS

[bittergirlsworld]

still in the originals topic, i can't stress enough with the fact that camille was absolutely one of the top five characters. she had great writing, leah pipes delivered a amazing performance, she has parallel storylines some people cross their heart and hope to die swearing by dear life she does not but she has she has a great plot and every single person in that show respected her greatly, even mikael and esther. he recognized her for the warrior heart she had. elijah saying he liked her spirit and that she lived gracefully. davina had cami as a figure of protection. josh was a close friend. vincent was never the same after she's gone. rebekah saying that klaus would listen to her but never to them. freya, that barely knew camille, respecting her autonomy and trying to save her. aurora admired camille's strength, even tho she absolutely hated her. marcel was in love with her, and loved her after their relationship end, for who she was. hayley had a close friendship with cami to the point that they plotted plans together multiple times and hayley is showed devastated after cami dies. kol bringing cami's memory to make a point to klaus, years after she's gone. finn almost fell in love with her. let's not even start with klaus, whose camille's was with no doubt, the epic love. she was the love of his life. kill camille was a ridiculous mistake and the show never recovered from it.

[qvnthesia]

We (Never Really) Live: Moonlit Great Lakes

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Cami has known Niklaus since she was seven. He was bright as the sun was in some of New York’s infamous scorchy summers — full of anger tempered by the compassion and love of Ansel’s upbringing. She was momentary as the moon, her head stuck in the books that had a home in her house’s library thanks to her uncle.

Now, Cami was fourteen — fiery, sharp, some of the best students in her year, and one with secrets so many it would invite gossip in surprise and danger lest she let them loose. And Niklaus was… he was confident, he was the harbour of safety and comfort in the storm surrounding her life. He could get her secrets out of her without even trying because, well… she had gone from wishing he looked at her all the time to having fallen for him in a time where another complication was the last thing she wanted.

Day 14 of AU-gust: Wizards & Witches.

read here

gif credits to @danielslaw

[viavolterra]

She was always so happy talking about them....and hes there too ig

Joseph and Leah talking about Klamille at Comic Con 2015

[viavolterra]

Call me dramatic but this makes me so sad. These mfs actually ruined this poor angel's job.

Dont even get me started on the writers, biggest pussies ever, why make this character and create this storyline just to drop it bc ur scarred of teenagers on their phones.

Then even after shes been harassed and bullied, you go on and reward these same fans by bringing in the other one in s5 (ik julie addressed that but she still did it so she can stfu)

Leah's better than me bc i wouldve come onto the s5 set with a flame thrower

If you dont like klamille thats fine, if you dont like Cami (im judging you severely) thats fine as well....ig

but there isnt a single reason to dislike Leah Pipes, unless youre pro life which in that case stay away from me

If they didnt cast Leah as Cami they wouldve casted someone else and that same person wouldve received the same hate, stop letting your character bias affect how you see the actual actress

at least she aint a zionist like the rest of them

[wholoveseggs]

Omg love your elijah stuff it's the best out there! Could you write a fluffy smut where the reader and elijah get married and she's still human and they plan for her to turn on their wedding night. But since she's about to become a vampire and knows elijah loves the taste of her the blood she has him drink from her during sex one last time and she drinks from him so after sex and aftercare his blood is in her system and he turns her then:)

Something Sweet

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It's the day of your wedding, a day you've dreamed about since you were young. Everything is exactly as you imagined it would be, except one thing. Today is not only the day of your wedding, today is also the day you die... And you never wanted anything so badly.

♡♡Thanks for the request lovely @sarah-bear706318! I made this one super fluffy♡♡

5.5k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, so much flufffff, blood drinking, sappy Elijah, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue...

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It was the day of your wedding and you were awoken by the birds chirping outside of your bedroom window. You rolled over to find your side of the bed empty and cold, a note from Elijah in his elegant handwriting.

My love,

I thought it best if I did not see you until the ceremony, as that is a tradition.

I have not been able to sleep. I am both excited and nervous for today, my beautiful wife. I will spend every waking moment cherishing you.

Elijah

You smiled to yourself as you read his words, imagining him pacing the floor as he wrote this, probably in the study or the library.

You pressed the note to your chest, you could hardly believe that you were getting married today. It was a day you had dreamed about since you were young. You had imagined what your wedding dress would look like, the flowers you would pick for the arrangement, how you would wear your hair. But now, none of that seemed important, the only thing on your mind was what came after the wedding.

Elijah would make you a vampire tonight, and then you would have eternity together.

He was still hesitant, even though you had insisted this was what you wanted. He worried that one day you would regret it, that you would hate him for it, that it would break the connection between the two of you.

But he was wrong, you knew it would only strengthen your bond. You loved him so much that it was impossible to put it into words. You would do anything for him, give him anything, including your life.

After a few moments of lying in bed and thinking of your handsome husband to be, you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening. In walked your three bridesmaids and your maid of honor, carrying a tray of delicious breakfast foods.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Rebekah said, walking around the bed and placing the tray on the mattress in front of you.

"What are you still doing in bed?" Freya asked.

"Yeah, it's your wedding day! We have a lot to do!" Camille exclaimed.

You chuckled and sat up in bed, tucking the duvet over your legs. Hayley laid on the bed next to you, popping a bottle of champagne open and pouring four glasses.

"Everybody relax, we have lots of time," she said, handing you a glass. "Don't stress her out,"

Rebekah rolled her eyes and picked up a bag from the floor.

"We have some gifts for you, Mrs. Mikaelson," she teased.

"I'm not Mrs. Mikaelson, yet," you pointed out, taking a sip of the champagne.

"Oh please, the two of you act married already, he is the most whipped man I have ever seen," Rebekah said, sitting on the other side of the bed and passing a wrapped present to you.

You giggled at her comment, knowing it was true. You were a little surprised by how much he was willing to bend to your will. He was a stubborn man, but with you, he was a complete pushover. He told you once that he found it impossible to deny you anything, and that's how he knew you were the one.

You carefully unwrapped the gift and found a beautiful necklace, with a sapphire pendant, you held it up to the light, the rays bouncing off the gem and painting the walls of your room in blue light.

"It's beautiful," you said, smiling at the girls.

"It's something blue, from Freya," Rebekah explained, as Freya fastened it around your neck.

"I spelled it so you can always find each other, no matter where you are. So when you are away, you can always feel him close to you," she explained.

You were touched by her thoughtfulness, touching the stone as it rested against your chest. You couldn't explain it, but it did feel like him, like he was right beside you.

"Thank you, Freya," you said, squeezing her hand.

"Okay now mine!" Rebekah interrupted, holding her present out to you. "Something old,"

You grinned and took the large box from her, opening it to find a beautiful vintage corset, along with a matching set of lace underwear and stockings.

"Rebekah, these are gorgeous!" You said, running your fingers over the intricate designs.

"They're vintage, of course," she said, proudly. "Elijah is rather fond of that time period, I thought they might... inspire him," she added, winking.

You blushed, he didn't need any encouragement in the bedroom, you were certain of that.

"My gift is next," Hayley said, holding out her gift to you. "Something new, and I'm really sorry, but they aren't quite as classy as the last two," she said, nervously.

You took the bag and opened it, it was full of luxury naughty nightwear, baby dolls, bras, panties, a silk robe, all in different colors and fabrics. Along with a few sex toys and a pair of handcuffs.

"I had to get you something practical," she said, with a smirk.

"I love it, thank you," you said, giggling. "I will certainly put them to good use,"

"Okay now mine, it's something borrowed," Camille said, handing you a small box.

You opened the velvet box and found a gorgeous pair of diamond earrings, with a matching bracelet.

"Camille, these are beautiful," you breathed, examining the sparkling jewels.

"They've been in my family for a long time, they belonged to my grandmother," she explained, clasping the bracelet around your wrist.

You looked at your wrist and smiled, your friends were the most wonderful women you had ever met, they had been so welcoming and so supportive, and now here they were, giving you the best gifts ever.

"Thank you, all of you, so much. This has been the best morning," you said, pulling them all in for a group hug.

"More champagne!" Rebekah exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and topping up everyone's glass.

"We still have the day to go, I'm going to have a terrible hangover at my own wedding," you pointed out, taking a large sip anyway.

"Not for long," Rebekah said, a mischievous smile on her face.

The wedding party went quiet, everyone knew exactly what she was talking about, that Elijah was planning to turn you after the reception.

"It's really happening then, tonight?" Hayley asked, looking at you.

You nodded.

"How are you feeling about it?" She asked.

"A little nervous, I guess," you admitted. "But excited,"

"It's a big decision, are you sure you are ready for it?" Freya asked, putting her arm around you.

"Absolutely. I've never been more sure of anything," you said, without hesitation.

"You'll make a lovely one," Rebekah added, pulling you out of bed and to your feet.

"Come on, we have a lot to do, the hair and makeup people will be here in an hour, and I need to make sure you eat something first," she said, ushering you towards the bathroom.

"And then we can finally see this dress!" Hayley added, excitedly.

The five of you spent the rest of the morning in a flurry of activity, the girls made sure you ate and drank water, despite how much champagne was flowing. The hairdresser and makeup artist did wonders, and then finally, it was time for the dress.

You had put on the vintage corset and underwear, rolling up the stocking and clipping them in place. The girls helped you step into the gown, fastening the buttons up the back, before you stood in front of the mirror.

Rebekah started to cry and Freya and Camille put their arms around her, all of them staring at you.

"Are you okay, Bekah?" You asked, looking at her reflection.

She wiped her tears and sniffed. "He's going to faint when he sees you,"

The four of them laughed and you turned around, holding out your hands.

"Well, let's go get married,"

The music started as you entered the garden, and everyone stood, turning to look at you.

It was like a fairytale.

Your eyes were on Elijah the entire time, his eyes were a bit glassy and he was nervously playing with his hands. Klaus handed him a tissue, patting his shoulder and Rebekah hooked her arm in yours , guiding you down the aisle.

"No fainting yet," you whispered to Rebekah, making her giggle.

"I promise I will catch him if he does," she whispered back.

He held out his hand to you when you finally reached him and you took it, Rebekah handing your bouquet to Hayley.

"Hello," you whispered, looking up at him.

"Hi," he replied, smiling down at you, his brown eyes warm and loving.

"You look perfect," he said, softly.

"So do you," you said, grinning at him.

Klaus cleared his throat and began to speak.

"We are gathered here today, to join Elijah and Y/n in matrimony. They have both written their own vows, so Elijah, you may start,"

Elijah squeezed your hands and smiled at you, his eyes soft and full of love.

"My love, you are the one that I have waited centuries for. The one who brings light into my life. I love you so much, I will be forever grateful that I found you. I promise to spend every day of eternity showing you how much I love and cherish you. Thank you for agreeing to marry me, thank you for loving me," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You felt tears in your eyes as he finished speaking, reaching up and brushing a tear away with his thumb. The crowd aww'd at his words, and the entire wedding party dabbed at their eyes with tissues.

"I'm afraid my vows are going to sound a little lame after that," you teased, making Elijah chuckle.

"Elijah," you began. "I have loved you from the moment I saw you. You have always been there for me, through good and bad, you have taken care of me, supported me, loved me. I know my heart is safe with you. You have always said you would give me the world, and I know you will, and I want to give you mine, for as long as I live,"

Elijah's eyes became glassy again and he took a deep breath, fighting back his tears.

"Do we have the rings?" Klaus asked.

You glanced down the aisle to see Hope toddling towards you, with a pillow in her hands. Everyone watched her and she reached you, proudly handing the rings to her uncle.

"Thank you, darling," Elijah said, ruffling her hair.

"You may exchange the rings," Klaus said, Hope was now clinging to his leg, watching the ceremony with fascination.

Elijah slipped the ring on your finger, and you did the same, looking down at the two silver bands. You realized that your ring had a lapis lazuli stone embedded in the metal, the one that would allow you to walk in the sunlight when you were a vampire.

"Elijah, do you take Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish, until death do you part?"

"I do," he replied, staring deep into your eyes.

"Y/n, do you take Elijah as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish, until death do you part?"

"I do," you said, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

"Well then, by the power invested in me by a monk in the 12th century, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,"

Elijah cupped your cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. His hands moved down your back, tilting you backwards, dipping you. The guests cheered and applauded, and the photographer snapped pictures.

"I love you," he said, whispering the words into your mouth.

"I love you, Mr. Mikaelson," you said, grinning.

He pulled you up, his eyes were bright, and his cheeks were flushed, his happiness radiating off him.

"Mrs. Mikaelson," he said, softly.

You kissed him again, the two of you wrapped in each other's embrace, his arms holding you tight against him.

"Let's get this party started!" Marcel yelled, causing a cheer from the crowd.

The two of you made your way back down the aisle, and back into the house. As soon as you were inside, you pulled Elijah in for a passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"We are married," you said, giggling.

"Indeed we are," he replied, smiling.

"Can't we skip the party, and just go upstairs now?" You asked, kissing him again.

"My greedy little wife," he teased. "Don't worry, tonight will be worth the wait,"

The compound was elaborately decorated, with lights and flowers hanging everywhere, and the guests were laughing and dancing, having a great time.

You sat at a table near the dance floor with your new husband, watching everyone. His hand was resting on your thigh, squeezing it gently every so often.

It was getting late, the sun had set and the guests were getting more and more drunk. The music slowed and the couples swayed together, some kissing and holding each other tight.

"So," Elijah whispered in your ear. "How are you feeling about tonight?"

"I can't wait," you said, turning to look at him. "I just can't wait for us to start our lives together,"

"Me either, sweetheart," he said, brushing his lips against your temple. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I want this." You placed a hand on his cheek. "More than anything."

He let out a long sigh, his hand squeezing your thigh tighter. But he didn't say anything else.

After a moment, he stood up and held out his hand.

"Dance with me?"

You took his hand and he led you out to the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands rested on your hips.

The two of you danced slowly to the music, lost in each other's eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, breaking the silence.

"Nothing." He replied, smiling softly, looking away.

You narrowed your eyes. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Mikaelson."

He chuckled. "Fine. I'm thinking about how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am."

"I'm the lucky one," you whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly.

The two of you continued slow dancing and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm nervous," He admitted, softly his hands running up and down your back.

You lifted your head and looked up at him. "Why?"

"I don't want to see you die," He looked into your eyes, and you could see the pain behind them. "I don't want to watch the light leave your eyes, and not be able to do anything about it."

You cupped his cheek and stroked it. "I'll come right back, Elijah. You have nothing to worry about."

He nodded, then leaned in and kissed you, soft and slow. His hands on your hips, slowly guiding you, the two of you still moving to the music.

After a few minutes, he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I don't think I'm capable of not worrying about you." He said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"Well," You whispered, smiling up at him. "That's something we have in common, then."

His hands were on your lower back, his fingertips tracing patterns on the soft fabric.

"Do you remember when we met?" He asked, looking down at you.

"I do." You said, giggling. "It was the most cliché thing ever, but I remember it like it was yesterday."

"You were wearing a green dress." He recalled. "You were trying to get a book from the top shelf at this little bookstore. You had climbed onto a chair and were stretching your arm as far as you could, but you just couldn't reach it. And I thought, 'that's the most adorable thing I've ever seen'."

You laughed, remembering how flustered you'd been. "And then, I dismissed your attempt to help me as being creepy,"

"Until you tripped over your own feet and fell into my arms." He reminded you, a smirk on his face.

"You caught me, though." You whispered.

"That I did," he murmured. "And I will always catch you."

You stood on your tiptoes, kissing him softly. "I'm glad," you said.

His hands moved lower, grabbing your ass, and pulling you closer. You blushed and looked around quickly, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to you.

"I remember something else about the day we met," he whispered in your ear.

You looked up at him and smiled. "What?"

"How you looked in my bed that night, the soft little moans you made," he teased.

You bit your lip, a wave of arousal washing over you. The memory still fresh in your mind.

"You have a way of making me lose all sense," you said, breathlessly.

"I know," he smirked, his eyes sparkling, "I've got you right where I want you."

You giggled, burying your face in his chest, breathing in his scent.

"You are so bad," you whispered.

He hummed in agreement, squeezing your ass once more, causing you to let out a little squeak.

"We should say goodbye to our guests," he murmured. "There is a car waiting,"

You nodded and let him guide you around, saying goodbye to all the guests. They followed the two of you out to the courtyard, and then they began throwing rice and rose petals, while the two of you got into the waiting car.

As the car drove away, the guests cheered and you couldn’t help the huge grin on your face, waving at them until they were out of sight.

Elijah's hand rested on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the city go by.

"So, are you going to tell me where we are going?" You asked, glancing at him.

"There's this lakehouse, about an hour from here. It's a quiet, private place, not even my siblings know about it." He said, pulling your hand into his lap.

"You didn't tell anyone about it?" You asked, a little shocked.

"Not a soul," he said, smiling. "I've had a few secret hideaways over the years, but this one is special."

"Why is that?" You asked.

"It's where I go to get away from everything, to clear my head and recharge," he explained. "And now, it's going to be our special place,"

"That's sweet," you said, kissing his cheek.

The drive seemed to take forever, but finally the car turned onto a long driveway. Elijah helped you out of the car, and then he scooped you into his arms.

"You are such a romantic," you said, giggling.

"I try," he teased, carrying you inside.

He set you down in the entryway, and then took your hand, leading you around. It was a gorgeous home, and it was obvious that Elijah had put a lot of work into it.

But he didn't give you much time to admire it, before he was on you, quickly dragging you to the bedroom.

His hands roaming your body, his mouth crashing onto yours, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Don't you dare rip my wedding dress Mr. Mikaelson," you breathed.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, his hands gently tugging the fabric.

You giggled and pushed him away, holding his gaze, then you turned and looked over your shoulder at him, motioning to the buttons going down your back.

His fingers deftly undid the small buttons, taking his time, as if he was savoring each one. He kissed along the back of your neck and shoulders, pushing the straps of the dress off, and letting it fall to the ground.

His hands went to your waist, helping you step out of the dress, and he knelt down, picking it up and placing it carefully on a nearby chair.

"Such a gentleman," you said, softly.

His gaze roamed over your body, admiring the way the lingerie clung to your skin, accentuating every curve.

"Gorgeous," he said, stepping closer, his fingers tracing along the boning of the corset.

Your hands went to his chest, reaching up to undo his bowtie. He watched your hands, his eyes darkening with desire.

You tossed the tie aside, and began unbuttoning his shirt. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, your hands continuing their path.

When you got to his pants, you stopped, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You ran your finger along his waistband, teasing him.

He groaned and picked you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck.

In an instant you were on the bed, the speed of vampires never ceased to amaze you. You lay there, looking up at him, your hair fanning out around your head, and you couldn't help but grin.

"Will you teach me to do that?" You asked, referring to the vamp speed.

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing your cheek. "Of course, my love. I will teach you everything you need to know."

You smiled, then reached up and pulled him down, crushing your lips together. He pressed his hips against yours, and you could feel the bulge in his pants.

"What else can you teach me?" You whispered, biting your lip and looking into his eyes, trying to look all sweet and innocent.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, his eyes darkening. "Lots of things."

You ran a hand through his hair, tugging lightly. "I can't wait."

He grinned and leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands moving all over your body, caressing and squeezing.

"But first I'm going to take this corset off." He said, his fingers trailing down your chest and finding the ribbons. "I'm going to untie it slowly, and then I'm going to kiss every inch of your skin."

You let out a small gasp, his words sending a wave of arousal through you. He pressed his hips harder against your hand, still working to slowly untie the first ribbon.

"I'm going to make you come all over my tongue," He said, his voice raspy and low, working on loosening the second ribbon, pulling it free. "Over," He tugged on the third, "And over," the fourth, "And over."

You moaned, his words making you dizzy, and he grinned, pulling the last ribbon loose.

The corset fell away, and Elijah quickly pulled it from you, tossing it aside. His hands were on your breasts immediately, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, causing them to harden.

He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out and swirling around one nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.

You were panting, your hands gripping the sheets, watching as he made his way down, slowly removing your panties. He kissed his way up your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.

He looked up at you and smirked, then slowly lowered his head, groaning as he licked a broad stroke over your pussy.

You gasped, arching your back, pushing yourself closer to him. He chuckled, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them further apart, his tongue teasing and licking at your clit.

You were in heaven. The sounds he was making, the way he was devouring you, it all felt incredible. You couldn't help the moans and whimpers escaping from your throat, only fueling him on.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of him between your legs, the way his gaze would meet yours sent a thrill through you. He looked so content and satisfied, his eyes hooded, his tongue working you expertly.

He suddenly slipped a finger inside you, curling it against your walls, searching for that sweet spot. When he found it, he smirked, picking up the pace of his tongue lapping at your clit.

You came undone in seconds. Your walls clenched around his finger and your back arched, crying out his name.

He lifted his head, staring up at you, his eyes black. He licked his lips and winked at you, two of his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

He looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips, watching your body coming down from your high. You were always so beautiful after an orgasm. He could always coax these little spasms out of you afterwards, making you moan even more.

"I love you." He whispered. "My perfect wife."

With a wicked smirk, he slid a third finger in, curling against your g-spot, a delighted squeak escaping your lips as you squeezed his fingers.

"I can't wait to spend eternity with you," He said, his voice slow and gruff, the pleasure overwhelming you. "Watching you come like this, every night."

He continued to pump his fingers, with firm and steady strokes, the pressure building and building. Your body began to tense again, your moans becoming louder and more desperate. He grinned, watching you fall apart for him.

Your body started to shake, the waves of pleasure hitting you again and again, as you came on his fingers. He captured your lips in a rough kiss, swallowing your moans.

You collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, the aftershocks still rolling through you. Elijah leaned down and kissed your neck, nuzzling against you.

"My wife," he said, savoring the way it sounded.

You giggled, still feeling a bit floaty. You looked up at him, taking in the sight of him. He was so handsome, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his eyes shining with love and affection.

"My husband," you said, reaching up and brushing some hair out of his eyes.

He smiled, his hands tracing along your bare skin. "You don't have to turn tonight, if you're not ready,"

You shook your head, smiling. "No, I want to. I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Eli," you said, cupping his cheek. "I'll be okay,"

His expression turned a bit serious, his eyes flashing with worry.

"You're my whole world, I won't lose you," he said, kissing you deeply.

"You won't lose me," you said, softly.

"Promise?" He asked, his hand moving to your cheek, stroking it gently.

"I promise," you said, your heart fluttering.

He gently pushed your legs apart, his fingers stroking your thigh, the touch sending sparks through you.

"I will never let anything happen to you," he said, positioning himself between your legs.

"I know," you said, gasping when you felt him ease into you, slowly and gently.

"I love you," he said, leaning down and kissing your lips, as he began to move his hips, pushing himself deeper. "More than anything,"

"I love you, too." You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer.

One of his hands went to the small of your back, the other cradling behind your neck. He held you to him, forehead to forehead, his eyes boring into yours.

He rocked his hips, grinding against you, filling you completely. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, then his lips pressed against yours, whispering how much he loved you.

You felt as though your heart beats were the same, the way it was pounding in your chest, in time with his. The way he held you like this, close and tight, it was everything.

The heat and friction began building between you, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. The air filled with the sounds of your moans and sighs, your bodies moving together.

You could feel another orgasm building, your breath coming in short, ragged pants. He seemed to sense this, his pace picking up, his eyes locked on yours.

"I want you to come with me," he said, his voice husky and low, as his hips drove into you, over and over.

"Yes," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his back, leaving crescent moon marks in his skin.

Together, you let go, your bodies trembling and shuddering, clinging to each other. He buried his face in your neck, groaning, his teeth scraping your skin.

You lay there for a few moments, holding each other, your breathing slowly returning to normal. His lips were still against your neck, his arms wrapped around you.

"Elijah?" You asked, hesitantly.

"Mmm?" He mumbled, not wanting to move.

"I know how I want to die," you said, quietly.

He pulled back, looking at you. ". . . You do?"

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip, you weren't sure if he would be willing to do this for you.

"I want you to drink from me," you said, softly.

His eyes widened, a look of shock on his face.

"I mean, only if you're okay with it. We can find a different way... You can just snap my neck like we originally planned... I just thought...," you said, quickly, starting to ramble.

He cut you off with a deep, passionate kiss.

"Are you sure?" He asked, once the kiss broke.

You nodded, a shy smile on your face.

"Absolutely."

"Alright, but if it gets too much, tell me. We can always stop," he said, his hand resting on your cheek.

"Okay," you said, nodding.

He sat up, leaning against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. His hands on your hips, he didn't move for a moment, just looked at you, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I'm ready Elijah... I want this," you said, cupping his face, and brushing your lips against his.

He kissed you softly, with pure tenderness and love. He looked into your eyes, and you could see the conflicting emotions running through him. Fear, happiness, sorrow, joy.

You stroked his cheek, reassuring him.

"I love you," he said, biting down on his wrist and bringing it to your lips.

"I love you, too," you whispered, taking his blood into your mouth, his free arm wrapping around your waist.

His wrist fell away, and he tilted his head, pressing his lips to yours. Then, he kissed a trail down your neck, stopping right over the vein.

You could feel the sharpness of his fangs, his mouth ghosting across your skin. His hands moved to your back, rubbing it soothingly. He was still hesitating.

Your hands gripped his chest, preparing for the sting of pain, the dark shroud of death that awaited you.

His fangs sank into you, and your body jerked. But the pain was fleeting, as the pleasure began to take over. His hands moved up and down your back, pulling you closer, his mouth working over the bite.

He was so gentle, and tender, the way he was holding you, caressing you. It made your heart swell with love, as the blood flowed from you.

He drank slowly, savoring the taste of your blood, listening to your heart beating slower, your breathing becoming shallower.

He could feel your life force slipping away, the blood no longer rushing through your veins. He felt an almost uncontrollable fear, and he had to fight the urge to let go.

You began to drift away, darkness creeping around the edge of your vision. Your eyes fluttered shut, your heart skipping a beat, before it came to a complete stop.

He pulled his mouth away, and pressed his forehead to yours, his tears falling on your face.

He let out a choked sob, the anguish of losing you was too much. He knew you would return, but in this place of nothingness, the void, it was all too real.

Your body was cuddled into his, your head resting in his shoulder, the wound on your neck still oozing blood.

He closed his eyes, and focused on the future, of all the things he would teach you. The places he would take you. The adventures you would have.

He was going to make the most of this eternity with you.

It didn't take long for your heart beat to return, or for you to stir. Your eyes opened slowly, blinking against the light.

"Eli?"

He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Welcome back," he said, smiling.

You returned his smile, snuggling against him, and sighing.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his arms tightening around you.

"Hungry."

He laughed, stroking your hair. "I have just the thing for that,"

You nodded, sitting up, and looking at him. He looked tired, his eyes rimmed with red, his hair tousled.

"Have you been crying?" You asked, gently.

He nodded, looking a little embarrassed.

You kissed him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It's alright, my love. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

"Good," he said, letting out a shaky breath.

He held you, his hands stroking your back, your hair.

You lay there for a while, in the safety of his arms, before he pulled away, and smiled at you.

He reached for a blood bag he had gotten ready, and handed it to you. You tore into the bag, and drank deeply. You hadn't realized how thirsty you were, until you tasted the blood. It was sweet, and thick, and it was exactly what you needed.

He watched your eyes turn black, dark veins snaking underneath them, and smiled. You were beautiful.

When you were done, he tossed the bag aside, and wrapped his arms around you again.

"So, what happens now?" You asked, your eyes searching his.

"We live.”

[klausysworld]

OMG I NEED A FIC OF A THREESOME OF READER, KLAUS AND CAMI !! IM BEGGING😫😫 what the storyline or plot line is, is completely up to you💕

(Warning: Y/N is intoxicated but it is all consensual)

The One For Them

I felt a little intimidated, sat beside a very attractive man who's eyes had trailed my body almost a dozen times. Each time his alluring eyes met mine, I would turn my head away as quickly as possible, trying to shift my focus on anyone else.

Almost every time my eyes would drift to the bartender, Camille her name tag informed me. I would admire her hair and the way her blouse shifted to show a thin band of her soft skin before the top of her jeans hid the rest. However sometimes she would catch my gaze too and I'd go back to the man beside me.

It was stressful in the most exhilarating way, my nerves was on edge and tingling through my body.

I tapped anxiously on my glass, it had been empty for a small while now but I couldn't find the words to ask for anything more and I felt too self-conscious to get up and leave.

Eventually a glass was pushed in front of me but not by the bartender. The man had slid an amber liquid within my reach. "It'll take the edge of, sweetheart." He told me, a smirk on his lips right before the woman's voice cut in.

"Klaus, she's too young to be drinking anything that strong." Camille scolded and my mind absorbed his name into memory.

"Don't be ridiculous, love. You're old enough, aren't you sweetheart?" His voice was like a purr that crawled along my spine, spreading a strange warmth across my skin.

Hesitantly I glanced to Camille and gave a faint nod to which her expression softened from the previous annoyed look she held.

"You don't have to drink it, he's just trying to get you drunk-" She whispered and Klaus scoffed.

"I'm just helping her to loosen up, she's feeling all nervous." He argued and my eyes flickered between them, taking in their bickering and realising that they were definitely a couple.

That made me feel even more awkward. Without really thinking I pushed my stall out and got up only to have my forearm grabbed, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"Don't go running, sweetheart. I just want you to have a drink with me, with us. Don't you want a drink with us?" He mused, eyes looking up at me with an authoritative stare which made me sit back down.

"You're scaring her." Camille whispered in a sing song and I shifted a little uncomfortably as if confirming her assumptions. In response his grip loosened on my arm and his thumb caressed over my pulse point.

I glanced up to the bartender, trying to gauge her reaction to her presumed boyfriend almost holding my hand. She wasn't looking at him though, her eyes were on mine. It was a little confusing, the whole situation. My eyes glance around the bar, not really noticing anybody before I ended up looking back between them.

Klaus turned my wrist and placed the glass of whiskey against my palm, urging me to try it.

I could feel them both watching as I lifted it to my lips and let the liquid flow down past my tongue, the heat within my throat wasn't entirely unpleasant though the unfamiliar burn made my chest produce a harsh cough in retaliation.

Camille's laugh was amused but not mocking as she took the drink away from my hold.

"I'll fix you something sweeter, honey." She told me and got to it.

Time ticked by and my body started to feel lighter and heavier at the same time, my thoughts much freer. There was a gentle buzz throughout my insides which made me laugh each time either of them said anything even the slightest bit funny.

By the time Camille's shift had ended my cheeks hurt from smiling and Klaus's arm was round my waist, helping me up from my stool. Camille's hand was holding mine, her nails were short but her fingertips still drew hypnotising circles into my skin which made my head lull.

"Oh, sweetheart, head up." Klaus's voice reminded me, helping my head back onto my shoulders as we wondered through the streets. The music and the chatter and the screaming made my head ring and for a second I felt my breathing stop, my mind blank.

"Hey...you're okay." She told me, her voice soft like a mothers. "I shouldn't have given you so many drinks...I thought you'd be alright."

"She is alright." Klaus's voice echoed, so much louder than Camille's. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He muttered, a bit quieter this time as he knelt down beside me.

"Where am I?" I mumbled, my throat scratchy.

"Our home." Klaus grinned, his face looking down at mine. "Specifically our couch." He chuckled, hand on my arm making the hairs across my body raise.

Camille helped me sit up, her hands on my shoulder as she tucked a strand of hair about my ear.

My eyes glanced to her lips, unable to focus on the sound they produced, only the way they moved. The couch dipped behind me, I felt it as my body shifted. I tried to click my senses into place but two hands on my hips made my head drop to see.

Klaus had me in his grip, but it wasn't harsh or painful; just firm.

"You're so perfect." Camille's voice whispered, my attention finally finding the sound. My cheeked blushed pink and I looked up at her shyly.

Klaus's hands lifted me back and onto his lap, I felt my body tense for a second as I felt myself rest against his bulge. I whined quietly, looking down to see but I couldn't.

"It's okay." Camille told me gently, hands back on my cheeks to guide my gaze back to her. I looked up at her, a small nervous lump in my throat which was long forgotten when her lips pressed to mine.

The bubble of air caught in my throat as her mouth moved against mine. My eyes closed and I leaned into it, my hands shakily lifting to touch her but I wasn't sure I should. My lips parted in slight surprise when her fingers wrapped around my wrists and pulled my hands onto the sides of her covered breasts.

I couldn't help but feel the firmness of them against my palms. I squeezed almost hesitantly, my mind spinning as I felt Klaus's hardness rubbing between my thighs. His hands slid up to my waist, lifting my shirt at the same time.

Camille's hands pushed my hair back, out of face and she let our foreheads press together. "You're such a good girl." She praised and glanced up to Klaus. "Please be gentle on her? I like her."

"Hush, love." He mumbled, his fingers un-popping the button on my jeans, urging my attention bad down.

"You...you do this a lot?" I ask, confused.

"Only when we find someone deserving and you, my love, are so deserving...so right for us." He murmured, his lips brushing over my shoulder. I glanced down, confused my my lack of top.

"I don't understand." I whispered and Camille kissed my cheek.

"We just want to see you, feel you. Enjoy you." She whispered, her voice making me shudder.

"You'll be taken care of, sweetheart." Klaus muttered, his hands now on my bare thighs since he must've gotten my pants off. "I'll be gentle; this time."

"Okay..." I whisper, complying and Camille grinned happily whilst Klaus's fingers stroked the edges of my folds.

I let out a whimper, my hips lifting at the unexpected sensitivity, the alcohol still in my system and raising my nerves.

Camille let out a little laugh and rubbed my back, unclipping my bra as she did so. I curl my fingers into my own palms, Klaus's fingers slid through my wetness; stroking meanwhile Camille's fingers circled and brushed past my nipples.

So many sensations were pricking at me all at once, my eyes drooped as Camille's tongue wrapped around one of my nipples and two of Klaus's fingers stretched me open.

"Mmh.." I moaned softly, my body arching toward both of them. My hips started to rock involuntarily, effectively riding his hand.

"That's a good girl." I heard Klaus's voice murmur, low and gravelly. "I bet you'll feel so beautiful on my cock, sweetheart." I could only moan in response, his words filled my mind with filthy images whilst Camille bit down on my hardened but before swapping to the other one.

My pussy clenched when a third finger was squeezed into me, all three curling so perfectly that I felt my legs quiver. After a moment the warmth was missing from my chest and Camille's arms were around my wait, encouraging my hips to bounce up and down eagerly.

"I cant wait to taste you." Cami whispered and I felt my cheeks heat up before her lips took mine, her mouth swallowing my moans down as Klaus's hand sped up and took me over the edge and my eyes closed to focus on the bliss.

My body was coddled to Camille's bare chest when my eyes opened again, her hand was stroking the side of my face and I could feel Klaus's hand smoothing my leg and knee.

"You're so beautiful when you come undone." Cami murmured with a soft smile on her lips which made me blush again.

"Indeed, sweetheart. You are quite the sight." Klaus chuckled, his lips kissing my knee before I felt the bed around me now dip.

"Did we move?" I mumble and Klaus hummed.

"Poor thing, blacked out for a moment. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf, my dearest Camille had to clean you up with her tongue. We figured the bed would be a comfortable place for you for the rest of the night." He informed me, his voice was soothing in a way; perhaps it was just the accent.

I nodded a little and nuzzled into Cami's chest, feeling the softness of her breasts. I felt Klaus's fingers in my hair, pushing me down slowly until her spread legs were waiting patiently for me. I complied, my lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs before Klaus guided me to her pussy.

Hesitantly I licked along her folds, her taste sweet and addictive on my tongue. "Good girl, I bet that tongue know lots of tricks doesn't she?" Klaus teased and chuckled.

I wanted to look up at him, see the look in his eyes as he held me down but I wasn't in any position to move.

My eyelids drooped but stayed open enough to see the pinkness of her pussy as I sucked on her clit. I could faintly hear her whining and moaning but the soft manly grunts made my brows furrow in confusion.

I pulled my head up to look, my eyes locking with Cami's lust filled ones before seeing Klaus's hand wrapped around his thick cock, pumping himself teasingly as his other hand pushed my head back down into his partners cunt.

I dipped my tongue into her entrance, my lips sucking and my mouth pushing close to gently nibble at the sensitive flesh. I hummed pleasantly against her when her pussy started grinding into my mouth, her clit all swollen and needy.

My eyes closed when her taste flooded my mouth, I lapped at her folds gently until I was sure she was clean.

The hand in my hair tugged me up, lifting my head up before shoving it back down onto Klaus's cock. His head sliding straight through my mouth and nudging the back of my throat, I choked lightly around him but I didn't mind.

I kept suckling, ignoring the way my saliva dripped down his shaft as he pulled me back up. My eyes rolled back, catching sight of his groaning face as his cum filled my mouth.

They each tasted so different and yet equally delicious, both making me desperate for more.

"Good girl, come here." Klaus's voice commanded and I felt a little hazy as I sat up and looked to him, seeing him pat the space infront of him. I sit facing him but he chuckled and span me round, lifting me by my hips so my ass was up for him.

I let out a whimper when I felt his cock penetrate me from behind, klaus had left his gentleness for the time being, his pace immediately fast and rough making me cry out but not entirely from pain.

There was an element of beauty that entangled itself with the sting, masking the hurt and making me moan instead of cry.

I could feel Camille's hands in my hair, her lips on my ear as she begged me to be louder. Klaus was deep inside me, pushing and stroking against all the right spots until my entire mind, body and being were completely out of control, drawing a blank. It felt like I was seizing with uncontrollable pleasure, my body clenching and trembling around him, against her.

It was messy, sticky and hot. I couldn't help but love it.

Even once I was laid, covered by a thick blanket with my eyes unable to open from exhaustion. I still loved it.

The faint conversation of the couple played beside me as a large hand rested against my hip.

"This one's perfect, Klaus." Cami told him, her tone almost desperate.

"We'll see how she does, my love." Klaus assured her and that was all I was conscious enough to remember.

[viavolterra]

Klamille had the most MUTUAL love

bc other blondie wouldve sat there and watched mikael do it, with stefan and tyler by her side smiling

Well, he hurt you. For that alone, I would kill him. THE ORIGINALS 2X05 Red Door

[fandoms--fluff]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do more of Katherine and Elijah with a baby - maybe the rest of the family find out or something? There’s no rush to do this but if you could that would be great <3

Our Sweet Baby

Flufftober, October 11th

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Katherine Pierce x Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings: none

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"Nik, Bekah, you guys have to come with me right now. You'll never believe what I just saw" Kol rushes into the living room, not even closing the front door.

"What did you do now?" Klaus glares, while Rebekah rolls her eyes. All she asks is for one day of peace with none of her brothers barging in and ruining it.

"Nothing! I only saw something that if I told you what, then you wouldn't believe me. So come on, get up off your butts and follow me" Kol explains, both his siblings hearing the whining in his voice.

"Fine, but it better be good" Rebekah sighs and gets up off the couch, answering for her and Klaus.

It's Klaus' turn to roll his eyes, but follows his younger siblings anyway. Might as well see what Kol is yammering on about.

They follow the youngest sibling, ending up on a street right out of town. They're in front of a house, and they look over at the smiling baby brother.

"And we're in front of a random house. Kol?" Rebekah sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just look through the window, and see what's going on in there" Kol points to the big window.

Kol walks up to behind the massive bush in front of said window, and the siblings follow him, exasperated. "Look!" Kol whispers excitedly. Klaus and Rebekah look through the window and their eyes shoot wide open at what's playing out in the house.

In the living room, Elijah is cradling a baby, 8 months old at the most from what they can tell.

Elijah looks down at you in his arms, and softly smiles as he walls around the living room. You're big eyes look around your surroundings before giggling and nuzzling your head into his chest.

He softly smiles and kisses the top of your head. His arms secure you tightly to his chest, making you snuggle up to your Dada.

"My sweet girl" he whispers before sitting on one of the navy coloured couches.

"What the bloody hell" Klaus says. And as if it can get any weirder and more confusing, Katherine freakin Pierce walks into the room. She obviously came from another part of the house. The kitchen is a good bet because she's holding a baby bottle filled with milk about halfway.

Katherine walks over to her husband and daughter and sits next to them. Elijah and her had gotten married long before you were born. 1958 to be exact. They've kept it a secret and killed anyone who had found out about it. You were definitely a surprise, but a great thing that happened.

"You want to feed baby girl?" Katherine smiles. You turn your gaze over to your Mama, hearing her voice. You immediately coo, and reach out the best you can for your Mama.

"Well, I think we know the answer, don't we?" Elijah passes your over to Katherine. "Hey, sweetie, you wanted Mama?" She hands Elijah the bottle, which he takes. And she adjusts you to cradle against her chest. You babble along to your parents, having no clue what their on about.

Elijah hands Katherine the bottle back when she's ready, and wraps his arm around her shoulders, having her leant against his side comfortably.

Kol, Klaus and Rebekah watch as Katherine feeds you your bottle, and Elijah watching you and Katherine with adoration in his eyes.

"Now are you guys glad you came with me?" Kol turns to them, smile lighting up his face, knowing what his siblings answers are even though they won't say it out loud.

"What are we going to do about this?" Rebekah says. "Without killing anyone please" she glares at Klaus, knowing his thoughts about Katherine.

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind visitors now would they?" Klaus smirks after a minutes of silence. "Great idea" Kol says, already walking up to the front door. Either way, if his siblings cared or not (which they obviously do), he would've disturbed his big brother and his apparent wife and child anyways.

He knocks a couple times, Klaus and Rebekah aside him.

Elijah gets up carefully from the couch, as your almost asleep, and heads over to the front door. When he opens it, he's not expecting to see his siblings on the other side.

He swears under his breath, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. This is going to be one hell of a thing to explain to his siblings without having zero death in the process.

Why just why did his siblings have to bud in his business now, why not during any other time. This is going to be a long day.

"If it makes you feel better, we didn't just barge in" Kol says, cheeky smile on his face. "Kol" Elijah sighs and looks at his younger siblings.

"When exactly were you going to tell us you have a child, Elijah?" Klaus asks, face stone cold.

Katherine's eyes widen and she freezes when she hears his voice, and other voices as well. Before she can unfreeze and even think of what to do, Elijah walks back into the room with his three siblings following behind him.

She has no idea what to do, Klaus, her technically brother in law, is standing across the room along with Rebekah and Kol. He's wanted to kill her ever since she ran away from him the day she found out about the moonstone and his true purpose for her.

"Do not worry, they're not here to cause any harm" Elijah stands beside where she's sitting with your now sleeping form in her arms. He sets a glare on Klaus. Not any glare he'd give kol for disrupting something, but a death cold glare that no one dares crossing him, even Klaus, when he's smart of course. And right now he's definitely going to be smart. He's never seen Elijah this serious in his entire life, and that says something.

He slowly starts explaining what has been happening in his 'secret life' that kol called when he first starts. As he goes deeper in, Katherine explains some things as well. She feels a bit better now, knowing Klaus is standing down and only listening, not planning to do anything. And Elijah's right beside to protect her if the time comes.

The explaining goes smoothly. No one's hurt, and you haven't woken. The only thing that happens next is Rebekah asking to hold you.

She's always wanted kids, and since being turned, it has been snatched away from her, but she still dreams about having kids. When Elijah and Katherine both slowly nod, having a discussion with their eyes, Katherine stands.

Rebekah walks over to her and carefully takes you into her arms. Her grin is large as she holds you against her chest.

"I think we can manage, for now" Elijah looks over at both Klaus and Kol, who are still on the other side of the room.

[philtatosbuck]

the thing about the thing is that any klaus ship makes more sense than kl*roline and those people have to act like that to compensate. and i do mean literally any klaus ship.

the originals edition? klaurora ate. would've done great things if not for elijah. klamille? ain't everyone's cup of tea but it still makes more sense for klaus to have an interest in her than that other blonde girl at the very LEAST from a psychology aspect and to get at marcel and kieran. klayley? even if the only thing they Ever did was hate fuck, it still would've been more in character. klaus and lucien, klaus and genevieve, all of them make at least some sense from a narrative point of view.

tvd? klaus and elena? would've been a dark and twisty ass romance, but would've been great to witness. klaus and bonnie? not only would it have been eagerly accepted, but it was WANTED by the actors too. klaus and katherine? c'mon. (if you come to me about 'he killed her family!!' i'm sorry but i do not care they would've been so fucking funny). klaus and stefan.

even in the fucking BOOKS, klaus and vivianne were so, so much better. it's just.

like i'm SORRY but no matter what other ship it is kl*roline falls flat. he liked her because why? he has a weird complex about his sister and he wanted to assert dominance over tyler. there was literally no other reason for that man to give a shit about her.

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

Camille: I owe you one.

Klaus: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

[viavolterra]

bow down bitches

Elijah and Klaus, two powerful original vampires, apologizing to a human

[andreal831]

Could you write a scene where Hayley, Elijah, Klaus, and Cami teach Hope some sort of (board) game? Hope could be around like 4-6 years old, and we’ll just pretend that everyone is alive and happy during this time.

Mischief and Monopoly

Series: The Originals Pairings: Hayley/Elijah (haylijah); Cami/Klaus (klamille) . This is not a part of the TGW universe

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“I told you she is still too young for this one,” Hayley couldn’t hide her laugh at the pout her six year old daughter was giving her. She wanted to argue that it had been her uncle who was being a stickler with the rules and that her pout needed to be redirected, but she knew Elijah wouldn’t cave on this. Although, her pout seemed pretty effective on him in every other aspect.

“It is never too young to learn the importance of rules and structure,” Elijah retorted as he picked up the colorful money Hope had thrown down on the table.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Klaus patted his daughter’s back gently. “He’s always been this way. When I was not much older than you are now, your Uncle Elijah used to beat me at any game we played. He makes you earn your victories.”

“But when you do,” Elijah shared a smile with his brother and then refocused on his niece, “and you will. It will be all the more rewarding.”

Hope let out an exacerbated sigh as she leaned into the blonde’s arms at her side.

“Sweetheart, I bet we can still turn this game around,” Cami stroked her hair soothingly as she held the little girl closely. “Let’s take a deep breath and focus on how we can do that.”

They hadn’t initially been playing in teams. As Elijah reminded them all, Monopoly was not a team game. However, after his third monopoly, the others began to team up on him. Cami and Hope, as per usual, made a good duo as Cami always knew how to temper Hope when she let her emotions get the best of her.

“He already owns half of the properties,” Hope grumbled into Cami’s neck.

“And together, we all own the other half,” Cami reassured her as she pulled back slightly to meet the young girl’s eyes. “Maybe if you think of a compelling offer, your uncle will consider trading something with you.”

This caught Hope’s attention as she turned her eyes slowly toward Elijah, who looked down attempting to hide the smile on his face.

“Uncle ‘lijah,” her small voice was enough to melt anyone, let alone an uncle that was exceedingly fond of the girl. “Would you?”

Elijah looked up carefully, sliding his hand into Hayley’s for the needed strength to deny his niece anything. “You’ll have to wait your turn. It’s Camille’s turn now. But while everyone else goes, why don’t you look at what you have and think on what you would be willing to trade.”

Hayley’s hand, the one Elijah wasn’t holding, lightly smacked his leg under the coffee table. Her eyes met her daughter who sat across from them, between Klaus and Cami. Although it was difficult for Elijah to deny Hope anything, Hayley couldn’t help but smile at the concentration on her daughter’s face as she looked over her properties and the cards she had.

Elijah watched Hope carefully as she leaned over to ‘whisper’ her plans to her stepmother. Although, a six-year-old’s whispers in a room full of supernatural creatures did little to hide her plans. Elijah lips twisted into neutral expression as he attempted to hide his smile at his niece’s strategy. And even more so as she let out an exaggerated groan when he traded several of his houses for hotels.

Although she did let out a laugh as her father grumbled when he landed on one of her uncle’s properties and had to hand over a large sum of money.

“What do you have for me, Hope?” Elijah raised his eyebrow at her as Klaus finished his turn.

Hope glanced at Cami with a nervous look before facing her uncle and squaring her shoulders. Klaus couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips as he watched his small daughter prepare to take on Elijah. She had that stubborn glint in her eyes that he wasn’t sure if she got from her mother or him.

“I will give you this yellow card,” she squinted down at the card as she sounded out the word, “Pen-sil-van-ya Avenue for St. Charles Place and Reading Railroad.”

A proud smile took over Elijah’s face as he watched Hope sound out the words and then confidentially say them. He nearly agreed to the trade simply out of pride as he watched her grip the card in her small hands.

“You are offering one card in exchange for two?” Elijah pushed back gently, curious to see what his clever niece would come up with. “That doesn’t seem like a good deal for me.”

Hope once again exchanged a look with Cami who nodded encouragingly at the young girl, “Yes, but it would give you another monopoly and it’s more than the one’s I want.”

“It’s more expensive?” Elijah clarified to give Hope the vocabulary for their next trade. Hope smiled widely at him in response, hopeful that he was ready to agree to her deal. “Hmm, but it does give you two monopolies.”

“Yes, but I don’t have any,” the slight whine took over her voice, causing Elijah to raise an eyebrow at her. She knew better than to try to whine her way to victory. “I mean, it would be your fourth. That’s still two more than me.”

“Good job, love,” Hayley winked at her daughter with a small smile. Everyone knew to appeal to Elijah’s logical side.

“That is a good point,” Elijah mused as he pretended to survey the board. “I will agree to this deal if you also include your ‘get out of jail free’ card.”

Hayley squeezed his leg and shook her head as her daughter thought through the negotiation. Elijah was making her work for it.

Hope looked back to Cami for advice who only shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I think that’s a good deal,” Hope nodded her head decisively. “Let’s do it.”

She held out her hand, which Elijah shook firmly, “It’s a deal.”

They traded their cards and the adults watch with amusement as Hope excitedly positioned her first monopoly together.

“Do you want to buy any real estate for your first property?” Cami gestured to the bank that she was controlling. Elijah had done it initially, but it only resulted in a fight between the brothers when Klaus attempted to steal money from the bank. Cami had since taken over, knowing Klaus wouldn’t dare cross her.

“Not yet,” Hope said wisely as she looked at the board and picked up the dice. “I need to save my money. I’m about to go through Uncle “lijah’s property.”

“Probably smart,” Cami nodded her head in approval at Hope’s logical decision. Even as a young girl, she had a sharp, strategical mind.

Hope carefully rolled the dice on the board, careful not to mess up the pieces. She counted the little dots diligently and then moved her piece, sighing in relief as she landed on the Community Chest.

“Read it aloud,” Klaus encouraged as she picked up her card from the center. They had begun playing weekly board games with Hope to encourage her to practice her reading, math, and strategy. He couldn’t have imagined the amount of pride and joy he felt every time he watched his daughter learn a new skill. Even if he feared she was becoming too much like her uncle, siding with Elijah anytime he attempted to cheat. She was ever the pragmatist.

“Free Parking!” She cheered as she showed off her card to the table, quickly grabbing her piece to advance it to the directed spot.

Cami beamed at the girl as she reached for where the money was securely stashed, far away from Klaus.

“See,” Cami handed the colorful paper over. “You just have to keep trying and it will turn around.”

“And even if it doesn’t,” Hayley added, “it’s just a game.”

“I know,” Hope smiled as she sorted her money. “But I don’t like to lose.”

“I know, baby girl.” Hayley reached over to stroke her hair. “You are competitive, but some things are more important than winning. Like learning or having fun with your family.”

“I know, mom,” Hope began to roll her eyes at her mom but instantly stopped when she saw the stern look that crossed Hayley’s face. “You’re right. I’m still having fun, even if I have to give all of my money to Uncle ‘lijah.”

“And that’s the most important lesson,” Elijah looped his arm around Hayley, pulling her close. “Your mother is always right.”

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"He hurt you. For that alone I will kill him."

"You had me pegged from the start. A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful."

"You're gonna pay for hurting her."

"If it wasn't that night, this bar, that $100 bill it would've been Jackson Square staring at a painting or Frenchmen street listening to jazz. I would have found you."

"What makes you happy makes me wish to keep you so. What scares you, I want to tear apart."

"It would be better if you did. To believe that I'm the monster they would paint me as. And then one day, when all of this was past I might find you and profess my innocence. And because you're you, you would believe me. And we would pass the perfect afternoon in a corner café together. And I would wish for nothing more."

"Don't you think for a moment that you failed me. You stayed my hand, quelled my rage, you inspired goodness in me."

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