#i will carry you with me ( klaus / cami. )

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Yo I’m back. Tbh half of your anon requests are me lol. Can you write something about Elijah and the reader having a family. Kids of any age maybe living in the compound with the rest of the mikaelsons? Still smut ofc but I love that episode where Elijah is with Cami at the safe house and he acts all family man fixing the fence n stuff that was hotttt

Family Man

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Life at the compound can be chaotic with kids and family running around, but Elijah wouldn't have it any other way.

♡♡ Thanks for the request wonderful @elijahstwink (everyone go check out his fics!) & anon!I Love domestic Elijah sooo much, I truly believe this would be his dream life. ♡♡

4.5k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, unfortunately I didn't make this as kinky as requested...its just very sappy and sweet, this is just a day in the life of Elijah as a devoted father and husband, pregnant!reader, uncle Klaus being precious, toddlers, hot cocoa, kittens & so much flufffffff

ps, this is pretty much a sequel to devotion...

In the early hours of the morning you were awoken by a loud snore from your husband. You rolled over to face him, chuckling a little as you watched his peaceful sleeping form. It was the first time in a long time he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

You slowly turned, carefully sliding out of bed. You tiptoed out the room and decided to go down to the kitchen to make some tea.

You loved this time of night, being in the stillness of the house, just enjoying the calmness and being able to take in the beauty of it all.

When you reached the bottom step, you heard some sniffling and cries coming from one of the rooms down the hall. You rushed to the door and opened it, and a small figure ran into your arms, clinging onto you.

"What's wrong, little one?" you asked, scooping her up.

"I had a nightmare. There were these people with sharp teeth and they were chasing me. And then you were there but you were gone. It was scary, mommy," she sobbed, her head buried in your chest.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream. Nothing bad will happen to you. You are safe," you said, kissing her head and stroking her hair, soothing her. "Come on, let's go get something warm to drink,"

You carried her down to the kitchen and began to prepare the hot cocoa, which was her favorite. As you stood over the stove, waiting for the milk to boil, you felt her little hands rubbing your stomach.

"Mommy, when is the baby going to come out?" she asked.

"Not for a while, sweetie. It needs to grow inside my belly for a little longer," you chuckled.

"Okay," she said, looking sad. "I can't wait to meet them. Is it a girl or a boy?" she asked, looking up at you with her big, brown eyes.

"We don't know yet," you replied.

"Oh," she replied, disappointed. "I hope it's a girl. I already have a brother, I want a sister," she said.

"We'll just have to wait and see," you smiled, placing the mug of hot cocoa down on the counter. "Here, drink up, before it gets cold," you said.

She hopped off the chair and held the mug with both her hands, sipping away. You sipped on your tea as well, feeling relaxed. You loved these quiet moments with her, and you would cherish every one of them, since she was growing up so fast.

"So, what was this dream about, princess?" you asked, wanting to know more.

"T-there were people with sharp teeth and they were after me," she said.

"And why do you think that was?" you asked, not wanting her to feel afraid, but curious about what caused this dream.

"I think I saw it in a movie or something," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "An-and uncle Nik showed me his sharp teeth, but he promised he would never bite me, only use them to protect me," she said.

"Oh, did he now?" you laughed.

"Yeah, but then he bit my teddy bear," she said, giggling. "he said my teddy was a threat!"

"That sounds like something uncle Nik would do," you chuckled.

"Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?" she asked, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Of course, sweetheart," you replied.

"Thank you, mommy," she said, smiling and hugging your legs.

"Come on, let's go to bed," you said, picking her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck and laid her head on your shoulder as you walked back up to your bedroom.

You placed her in the middle of the bed, and she quickly snuggled up against Elijah, her head on his chest. She loved having his attention. She was a daddy's girl through and through.

You slid back into bed, lying down on your side and Elijah instantly pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you both.

"Is my little one alright?" he asked sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"I had a bad dream, daddy," she sniffled, curling up against him.

"It's alright, my love. Everything will be alright," he said, kissing her head and soothing her. "No bad dreams will get you while I'm here," he said, pulling the blanket up and tucking her in.

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek, cuddling him as she drifted off to sleep. He stroked her hair, and her eyes grew heavy. Soon she was sound asleep, and he placed his hand on your stomach, his precious family safe in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Exhausted. Our littlest one is keeping me up, constantly moving and kicking," you sighed, feeling drained.

"Let's hope it's not like this for the whole pregnancy," he chuckled.

"Don't even joke about that," you groaned.

He gave you a kiss on the head, your daughter snuggled in between the two of you, and you finally managed to get a few more hours of sleep.

Elijah was woken by the sunlight shining through the curtains, and he smiled at the sight of his beautiful family.

His daughter was still cuddled up to him, her head buried in his chest, she stirred slightly and yawned.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked, his hand on her back.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Hmmm what would you and your brother like? Gruel? Porridge?" he asked, teasing her.

"Eww no," she groaned, loudly.

"Alright, alright, pancakes it is, let's go wake your brother and the rest of the family," he said, chuckling.

"Can we get chocolate chips on the pancakes?" she asked as he carried her out the room.

"I don't know, maybe your brother wants blueberries, but we'll ask," he said, tickling her.

His son and his niece were both awake and running around, and Klaus was chasing him, laughing, the children giggling as they hid under the dining table.

"Oh, look who's here. Little Rebekah is up," Klaus teased.

"No! That's not my name!" she pouted, crossing her arms.

"Yes, it is," Elijah chuckled.

"Nooo," she whined. "It's just Bex," she said.

"Alright, alright, Bex it is," Klaus chuckled, patting his head.

"Pancakes for breakfast, anyone?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," the children yelled.

"Chocolate chips?" Klaus asked, grinning.

"Yes!!!" the kids screamed, all jumping up and down in excitement.

"Alright, I'll make them, the last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg," Klaus said, speeding off.

The kids squealed and ran after Klaus, and Elijah chuckled and went back upstairs to check on you.

You were sound asleep, your hair fanned across the pillow. He laid down next to you, placing his hand on the swell of your stomach, smiling and talking to the baby.

"How are you, littlest one? Have you been keeping mommy up all night?" he asked, his dimples on full display.

"Yes, they have," you sighed.

"That's my job," he smirked, leaning in and giving you a kiss. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked.

"I'll go eat later. I just want to stay here for a little longer," you replied, holding his hand on your stomach.

Elijah hummed softly and pulled you close, kissing your head and rubbing your back. He loved the way you melted into his touch.

"How is Bex?" you asked.

"She's completely forgotten about her nightmare, Klaus is making breakfast for all the kids," he chuckled.

"They have him wrapped around their little fingers," you giggled.

"He has grown soft, it's true," Elijah said.

"Bex told me he bit her teddy bear," you laughed.

"Yes, well, that doesn't surprise me," he chuckled, his lips brushing against yours.

You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around him, feeling complete bliss in his embrace.

"What would you like to do today?" he asked.

"Stay right here with you," you replied, running your hand through his hair, making him hum in delight. You were feeling a bit needy this morning, the pregnancy hormones making you want him all the time.

"I think that can be arranged," he smirked.

You grinned and leaned in, kissing him slowly, deepening the kiss. He moaned, and rolled over, pressing you into the mattress, making sure not to put any weight on your stomach.

He loved your pregnant state, the way your skin glowed, your eyes sparkled and the way you moaned his name made him crazy. He couldn't keep his hands off you, he wanted to ravish you day and night.

He thought he knew all of his kinks, but this one took him by surprise. When you were first pregnant with Henry it was like something in his brain clicked. The possessiveness, the lust, the way his cock ached to be inside you, he was lost.

Henry was a miracle, he didn't quite know how the magic worked. You tried to explain it to him once, your witch ancestry, how the moon played a part, but all he could think about was fucking you senseless, filling you up, and breeding you.

You were the perfect partner, and an absolute warrior, but nothing turned him on more than seeing you in this submissive, almost docile state. You were his wife, his goddess, and his greatest treasure, and he wanted nothing more than to please you day and night.

His hands went to your soft, full breasts, squeezing and kneading them, making you whimper and moan. He captured your nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, his other hand moving your nightdress up your thighs.

"Elijah," you sighed, his fingers brushing over your wet panties, making you gasp and moan.

"Is my beautiful wife needy this morning?" he smirked, his fingers slipping past the lace.

"Yes," you panted, the pad of his index finger teasing your clit, making your body tremble.

"Good," he hummed, his mouth on your neck, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your wet heat.

You were both so lost in pleasure that neither of you heard the sound of Bex running up the stairs, Klaus not far behind her.

Luckily the door was locked, Elijah knew better than that with a house full of children.

"Daddy? Mommy?" she asked softly, knocking on the door.

"One minute, my love," Elijah called, his voice strained, trying to keep himself from ravishing you.

"Okay," she said, not leaving, but sitting down outside the door.

"Come back downstairs Bex, your mom and dad are a bit busy at the moment," Klaus chuckled, his voice low.

"Are they playing hide and seek?" she asked.

"Something like that," he replied.

"Can we play after?" she asked.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. Now come on, let's finish our pancakes, you don't want Henry to eat them all," he chuckled, lifting her up and taking her back downstairs.

Elijah looked down at your flushed face, laughing at the situation.

"You are so mean," you groaned, pushing him off you.

"Mean? I was just getting started," he chuckled.

"I think our daughter needs us, and Henry has probably eaten all the pancakes by now," you laughed, getting up and smoothing out your dress.

"I'll finish what I started tonight," he smirked.

"Don't get your hopes up," you chuckled, kissing his cheek and getting dressed.

Elijah watched your every move, the way you walked, the glow on your skin, and how the dress clung to the curve of your stomach. You looked ethereal. He was completely mesmerized, and completely smitten.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, the dress a little too tight, the buttons straining against your swollen breasts.

"We are going to have to get you new dresses," he chuckled, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

"This was my favorite," you pouted.

"We'll find you something that fits, don't worry," he said, kissing your shoulder.

"My back is killing me," you groaned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Let me try something," he said, his hands dipping under your belly and lifting the bump, and you immediately felt relief. "Better?" he whispered against your skin.

You let out a happy groan and leaned into him, letting him hold you. His hands were gentle, his touch making the tension and aches melt away.

"Thank you," you sighed.

"You are very welcome," he hummed.

"Let's go eat, I'm absolutely starving," you laughed, kissing him and taking his hand.

"Let's," he smiled.

When the two of you entered the dining room, Bex squealed and jumped out of her seat, running towards Elijah.

"Daddy I saved you a pancake, see, here it is," she said, holding it up.

"That's very sweet of you, darling," he said, bending down and picking her up.

She fed him the pancake, giggling and laughing, and Klaus was grinning from ear to ear, and he handed you a plate filled with an assortment of fruit, knowing it was your favorite.

"Thank you," you smiled, sitting down at the table, feeling your stomach rumble.

Hope was sitting with Henry, and they were coloring on their plates, syrup and chocolate spread everywhere, their laughter filling the room.

Bex was still cuddled up to Elijah, and his hand was on your stomach, and he was feeding you pieces of fruit, smiling at you.

"Your birthday is coming up little Bekah, what do you want as a present?" Klaus asked, ruffling her hair.

"Hmmm I don't know," she replied, deep in thought.

"Anything you want, sweetheart," Elijah smiled.

"Can we get a puppy?" Henry asked, excitedly.

"Not until you're old enough to take care of it," Elijah replied, ruffling his hair.

"What about a kitten?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I love kitties!" Hope squealed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the children yelled.

"I'll have to think about it," Elijah chuckled.

"Please dad! It's all I want for my birthday," Bex begged, her big brown eyes looking at him, her little lip pouting.

"Don't let her pull that face, Elijah, it's not fair," Klaus laughed.

"Alright, alright, you can have a kitten," he replied, smiling at his little girl.

She squealed and threw her arms around him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"I promise I'll take care of it, daddy," she smiled.

"I'm sure you will," he replied, smiling and looking at you.

Klaus could see the exhaustion on your face, and the way you rubbed your stomach. You were tired and he could sense it, he knew you needed a break and some alone time with Elijah.

"Why don't we go out and play, little ones," he said, scooping up the children. "Let's all go to the park, we can even invite uncle Kol and aunt Rebekah," he suggested.

"Yay, yay, yay," the kids cheered.

"That sounds like a good idea," you replied, yawning and stretching your arms.

"Let's go, let's go," he said, wrangling the kids out of the compound.

Once they were gone, Elijah got up and started cleaning up the mess everyone had made. The compound was bursting at the seams with his family, and it was never quiet, but he enjoyed it, seeing the children run around and play, their laughter and their love filling the rooms.

You leaned back in your chair, admiring the sight of your husband working, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair falling over his forehead.

"You are gorgeous," you sighed, making him look up from the sink.

"As are you," he smirked.

"I can't believe you agreed to get Bex a kitten," you laughed.

"She can be very persuasive," he chuckled, drying his hands and coming to sit next to you.

"She has you wrapped around her finger," you smiled, cupping his cheek.

"Like I am not the same with her mother," he laughed.

"You have a point there," you grinned, kissing him.

He smiled against your lips, his hand moving down your body, resting on your stomach, letting out a contented sigh.

You mind wandered to all the things that needed to be done for the kids and around the house, you also hadn't even started preparing the nursery. You felt overwhelmed and the hormones weren't helping. On top of all that you had a party coming up.

"Stop thinking out loud," Elijah chuckled, pulling you closer.

"I can't help it, there is just so much to do," you groaned, burying your head in the crook of his neck. "I'm already behind, the baby will be here soon and I still haven't gotten anything ready."

"We still have a few months, everything will be fine, love. We will get the nursery ready, and the party will be wonderful, I'm sure of it," he replied, kissing your forehead.

His reassurances didn't help your worries, and you knew you were being unreasonable, but the stress was starting to take its toll.

"And now we have to go find a kitten, I don't even know where to start," you sighed, shaking your head.

"We can look online, we can go to a shelter, there's plenty of options," he replied, stroking your hair.

He was always so patient, so understanding, and you had no idea how he stayed so calm. You felt like you were going crazy.

"Do you even want a kitten?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I prefer them over dogs, although their hair does get everywhere," he chuckled, cupping your cheek. "They are excellent little predators, great for catching the mice that are running around this old place," he smirked.

"You're not wrong, the mice are awful," you laughed, remembering the time you were down in the wine cellar and one of them ran across your foot.

"Why don't you go rest, my love? I will clean up here and join you upstairs," he suggested.

You nodded and yawned, standing up and heading towards the stairs, Elijah's eyes on you the entire time.

The moment you got to the bed and laid down, your eyes closed and you were fast asleep.

When you woke up you heard soft hammering coming from the other room, and you went to investigate, finding Elijah, shirtless and sweaty, fixing the nursery.

"I told you not to start without me," you sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the door.

He looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of you, the sunlight coming in through the window and making you glow.

"It needed to be done. I'm almost finished," he replied, standing up and putting the crib together.

"You've been busy," you laughed, walking over and running your hands over the white, wooden furniture. He hand painted the walls and assembled everything, and you felt tears prickle at your eyes.

"It's beautiful," you sighed, looking around.

"Are you crying? Don't cry, darling," he said, pulling you close, your face pressed against his chest.

"I can't help it, these stupid hormones," you sniffled.

"It's alright," he laughed, stroking your hair.

You sighed and pulled away, taking in the nursery. There was a rocking chair and a bookshelf, filled with all the children's books the two of you had collected over the years.

"It looks wonderful," you said, smiling and wiping away your tears.

"Now, what would my lovely wife like to do for the rest of the afternoon? We have the place to ourselves, so I was thinking we could make good use of that large tub in our bathroom," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You read my mind," you grinned.

You followed him back into your room, watching him fill up the tub with warm water, pouring in some bubble bath.

"Get undressed, darling," he smiled, taking his pants off and getting in the tub, moaning at the sensation of the water against his skin.

You slowly peeled off your dress, feeling a little self-conscious about your changing body. Here was your husband, eternally chiseled, and there you were, round and swollen.

"Come, let me take care of you," he whispered, seeing your hesitation.

You slipped in next to him, the water and bubbles a nice contrast to the heat of the day.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, placing his hands on the swell of your stomach.

"There, doesn't that feel nice?" he hummed.

"Very nice," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and relaxing.

His hands roamed over your skin, his lips brushing over the curve of your neck.

"I've missed having you all to myself," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

"Mmm," was all you could say, too relaxed and content to form words.

He gently cupped your breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you whimper and moan.

"Eli," you sighed, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice breathy.

You turned your head and looked at him, his gaze filled with lust and desire.

"Do you want to continue this on our bed?" You asked, your voice sultry.

"I'd love to," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

He helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body. Before suddenly scooping you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down.

"I can't wait until I'm not this enormous," you sighed, looking down at your swollen belly.

"You're not enormous, you're beautiful, and absolutely radiant," he replied, hovering over you, his hand gently resting on your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile, and the tears started rolling down your cheeks.

"Don't cry again, my love," he chuckled.

"I can't help it! Just ignore me," you said, wiping the tears away.

"As if that is possible," he laughed.

He kissed your forehead, moving his way down your body, placing his hands on your hips, his lips pressing soft kisses against the curve of your stomach.

"Elijah, you don't have to do that," you whispered, feeling a little shy.

"But I want to," he replied, kissing his way down, spreading your legs.

"Oh," was all you could say, his tongue swirling over your clit, one hand on your inner thigh, the other resting on your stomach.

He hummed and moaned, the vibrations making you gasp, and arch your back. He could tell you were sensitive, and he was gentle, taking his time.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging a little, making him moan and pick up the pace.

" 'lijah," you panted, feeling the pleasure coil in your core.

You couldn't even see him over the swell of your stomach, but you could feel him, and the noises he was making were sending you into overdrive.

"Fuck, don't stop," you gasped, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded.

Elijah was enjoying himself, the taste of you on his tongue, the noises you were making, and the sight of you coming apart, was driving him crazy.

You tugged on his hair, pulling his face away, the sensations becoming too much, and he crawled up your body, kissing your stomach as he moved.

"Did you enjoy that, darling?" He asked, kissing you and tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Mmm yes, very much," you hummed, pushing on his chest so he laid back.

He watched you move, a smirk on his face, his pupils blown. You sat on his thighs, stroking him, seeing his abs tense and relax, and he let out a long, deep moan.

"You are such a good father and husband, always going above and beyond for us," you said, leaning down and licking his length. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you,"

You leaned down and teased his head with your tongue, enjoying the string of curses that came tumbling from his mouth.

A soft hum escaped you as you slowly, and carefully, sucked on the head, teasing and tasting.

"Love, you are exquisite," he groaned, burying his fingers in your hair.

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting him move at the pace he desired. All you wanted to do was please him, you loved when his voice would crack from pleasure and the way his fingers would tug on your hair.

"Come here," he said, cupping your cheek.

You pulled off of him with a pop, moving to sit on top of him, kissing him and grinding against his length.

"Mmm, I could do this forever," you hummed, biting his bottom lip and tugging.

He ran his hands up and down your back, nibbling at your shoulder, suckling marks into your skin.

Your swell was pressed against his abs, and he could feel every slight movement, enjoying the sight of you rolling your hips.

He guided you down onto his cock, the sheets bunched up around the two of you, and he rolled his hips, his hands gripping your ass.

"You are stunning," he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts.

His lips brushed over your nipples, sucking, his teeth grazing them, his groans vibrating through your body.

"Eli- stop, they are too sensitive," you panted, running your nails over his skin, leaving bright red scratches.

"Sorry, love," he replied, grinning at the sting of your nails.

He did most of the work, gently rocking you in a steady rhythm, and the two of you moaned, the pleasure coursing through your bodies, his lips brushing your neck.

It was a slow, hot and steamy fuck, you felt like your body was on fire, the sweat and heat radiating off the two of you.

You leaned forward a little, allowing Elijah to get a little more friction, his hips moving faster, the both of you panting and moaning.

"Ah- Elijah, I'm-," you panted against his lips.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you came undone, clenching around him.

Elijah followed suit, the sensation of your orgasm bringing him to the edge.

He cupped the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, and the two of you hummed, content and sated, basking in the afterglow.

"I wish we could stay like this," you sighed, nuzzling against him.

He laughed, and gently rolled you onto your side, pulling out of you and tucking you against his chest, both of you smiling like idiots.

"I love you," he said, stroking your hair.

"I love you too," you whispered, resting your head on his arm, letting the world melt away for just a few minutes.

Elijah watched you drift off to sleep, a small smile on his face. He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being next to you.

It was days like these that made him wonder what he did to deserve it. That perhaps there was some sort of higher power that had guided him to you, that brought him such profound peace and happiness after centuries of darkness.

You mumbled and cuddled up against him, he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it with his thumb, thinking about how lucky he was.

He was living a life he never thought he would have, a family of his own, one he created. He didn't know what was waiting for him after he was done with this life, but he hoped you would be there with him.

In the next life, and all the ones after that.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Hey do you think, you could do one of the Mikaelson have a little sister like 2 years old and always what to stay with Nik and Elijah….. also she is so jealous that Camil and she do something to her and Nik tells that she is a mini me

Loathing

Flufftober, October 6th

Mikaelson little sister reader x Elijah Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mention of blood

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You're sitting in Elijah's lap, playing with two Chelsea dolls you got some years ago, while he's on the phone with someone. It's quiet except for the sound of your big brother's voice every now and then.

It's all peaceful until Kol comes crashing into the room and sits on the ground in front of you. You tilt your head and hand him one of the dolls. "Play!" You tell him.

Kol nods and plays with you, making a horrible high-pitched voice for the doll which makes you laugh, but Elijah cringes and hopes he stops soon.

It's been ten minutes, "What the bloody hell is that horrible sound?" Klaus walks in, he clearly just got back from wherever he was. Most likely Cami, but he never discloses that information, knowing you've openly shown your dislike for her.

"Our brother's wonderful voice for a doll" Elijah sighs, putting his phone down.

"Hey! My voice is amazing!" Kol exclaims, hearing the insult and sarcasticness in Elijah's answer. "Yeah!" You cross your arms like Kol is.

"See! Y/n knows what she's talking about" Kol says as Klaus picks you up out of Elijah's lap and places you on his hip. You wrap your tiny arms around his neck and relax your head against his shoulder.

"Y/n is also two, I think you need a better defense" Klaus raises an eyebrow. "Technically she's over a thousand like all of us... I'll shut up" Kol says, seeing the looks he's getting from the big brothers.

Kol, having both dolls in his hand, places them down on the coffee table before leaving the room. He plans to go into town and create some havoc that all of his siblings (besides from you) will have a fuss about, but it'll be fun.

Later in the week, there's a party being thrown in the abboiter. It's all vampires and humans for them to feed on. Some to kill and some to compel away.

"Well, this seems to be quite the turn out" Rebekah walks over to you and Klaus, who's carrying you tightly in his arms. "Indeed it is, sister" Klaus smirks.

"Look at you all dressed up" Rebekah coos, running a hand through your hair. "I did all by my'elf" you say excitedly. You're wearing a long sleeve dark purple dress that flows out under the bodice, and matching purple glittery jelly shoes that are put on the wrong feet. But Rebekah didn't want to tell you that and make you feel bad or make you upset at yourself. You also have a couple bead bracelets on your wrists and a heart necklace that Elijah gave you that you never take off. Your daylight ring is on your right pointer finger as well.

"Well good job, beautiful girl" Rebekah kisses your forehead before noticing Cami making her way over, and leaves to go back into the crowd.

"Hey Klaus," Cami smiles. "Camille, You look beautiful" Klaus kisses her. "Mmm, thank you" she says.

You make a disgusted facial expression before facing back the other way and laying your head back on your big brother's chest. You wonder how thus girl seems to be everywhere and why she always comes up to you and your big brother. Why don't they just make her go away like other woman they have before. You don't know what happens to them, but you assume it's fine.

Your siblings make sure you're kept out of all the killing and death during your existence.

As they keep talking, you try to ignore them to the best of your abilities. How much longer, you keep thinking. You try looking for Elijah, so your other big brothers can take you away from them, but no luck. You can't seem to find him anywhere from where you're placed on Klaus' hip.

As soon as you hear her chuckle at something Klaus said, your 2 year old self gets fed up. So, you take off one of your bracelets and throw it as hard as you can at Cami's face.

Now you may be biologically two, but you're still an original vampire, and with that comes a lot of strength. The bracelet made a great slash in her pale cheek, now blood running down her face.

Klaus quickly vamps into his room with Cami and you still in his hold. He sets you down on his bed as he bites into his wrist and offers it to Cami.

As she drinks blood from his wrist, Elijah comes into the room, noticing Klaus vamping out of the courtyard with the both of you.

"What happened?" Elijah asks. You stay quiet, as you sit crisscross apple sauce on the bed, happy that Elijah's here, and even though Cami is now healed, you did something for her to stop talking. You really don't like her.

"Um, I'm fine, though I think it's time for me to go" She sighs, glancing at you before walking out of the room to go back to her apartment.

"What happened was someone decided to get a bit violent" Klaus informs him, facing you. Elijah follows his gaze, landing on your face. You have a slight smile on your face. Yay! you made Cami leave.

"Why did you hurt Camille, y/n?" Elijah walks over and crouches in front of you so you're face to face.

"Bad Cami! Don' li'e her" answer front forwardly. Elijah raises his eyebrows. It's known you're not a fan of the woman, but you've never actually said it out loud up until now.

Klaus chuckles. Elijah turns his line of sight to him, "What do you have to snicker about?"

"Oh, just the thought of y/n is slowly turning into a mini version of me" Klaus smiles and holds a thumbs up at you. You have a big grin on your face. "Niklaus, do not encourage this behavior" Elijah sighs. It's going to be a long life if this is going to keep happening regularly.

A new rule is set in place to make sure that you're never in the same room with Cami with less than one of your siblings. And that one day they can hopefully get you to like Cami and not loathe her.

[klausysworld]

Hoping to get a little ask in…

Klaus and YN were in a f**k buddies, YN gets pregnant and is upset when Klaus is an ass about it. But YN is heartbroken when she walks into Klaus room to find him painting and a naked (covered in bed sheet) Cami.

Thanks so much

A life i do not deserve

Part 2

It hadn’t exactly been in mind to get pregnant when i slept with Klaus. He’s a vampire he isn’t meant to be able to have children. But apparently being only half hybrid has its extra ‘perks’. We’ve had a ‘friends with benefits’ kinda situation going on for a a while before i fell pregnant and i hate to admit it but i was gaining feeling but i could have sworn he was too, there was certain gentleness he would have sometimes, a specific look in his eye you know?

Then witches took me and we found out i was pregnant…with his kid. I won’t lie i wasn’t exactly over the moon, i was terrified and sick to my stomach with nerves. When Klaus found out i, for some reason, thought he might have said something, anything reassuring. Yeah, no. He flipped out, i was a liar, a slut that would sleep with anyone who was desperate enough to have me and i probably couldn’t even remember the fathers name. I don’t think i’ve ever cried harder, in front of Klaus, his brother and a witch, the overwhelming combination of the news and then the person i had finally come to actually understand telling me how disgusting and worthless i am to him just pushed me over the edge.

He left me and our child for dead before eventually returning. By the time he came to bring me home i was in an emotionless state. I refused to speak to him and wouldn’t let him touch me.

Over the next few months he had apologised many times and i decided it was best to move on from the issue, we were going to be parents after all. Plus the small fact that i did still long for him and everything in my heart screamed to forgive him. i knew he was struggling with the adjustment to his life as well, he just went for anger instead of distress.

Besides over that time we’ve had many sweet moments, he could be very kind when he wanted to be. I still hoped that he may see me as more one day. He would give my head a soft kiss and rub my bump in a loving manner. We were going to be a family.

I thought we could be a happy family…

But then he had to fuck his therapist.

I had just got back to our home, my bump was much bigger now as i was nearly 7 months pregnant. I had gone out to collect the decorations Klaus had picked for our baby’s new room, he had insisted we get it ready asap and i couldn’t argue. We designed and got it set up over the past few weeks.

I had just made a few extra adjustments to the baby room before going to Klaus’s room but he wasn’t in there. What was however was a bra and panties set. They were definitely not mine. I could feel my heart breaking as my breath caught in my throat and i opened his art room door.

I’m almost certain he could actually hear my heart shatter as i took in the scene before me. Camille. The blonde psychologist was completely naked on his art sofa, a sofa that they had spent time on in the past. Another girl was sprawled out with her tits on full display, a scrap of a bedsheet covering her most private area. And Klaus he was painting her. He only painted people when he had taken an interest, he told me that when he painted me. Everything he had shared with me was a game. The pregnancy ruined his game.

I took a step back and immediately he was stood in front of me, i could feel the tears streaming down my face, my chest aching as my mind yelled at me to leave. I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying, though i could see the panic in his eyes as he hands came to hold my arms. The second he touched me i let out a sob, my head shaking and my feet carrying me out the compound as fast as possible.

“y/n! stop running, love please!” he was grabbing me again, hands that had been all over another woman’s body, possibly inside another woman’s body. I was gonna be sick.

“get off me right now or i swear i will leave and never come back, you don’t even want this child and it’s clear you don’t want me so i don’t know why you’re bothering in trying to convince me otherwise” my voice was shaky and pain was obvious as i spoke.

“that wasn’t anything, she’s nobody, you’re carrying our baby, our baby that i love, you know that i love our child, you mean so much to m-“

“you’re such a fucking liar Klaus! This entire time i was afraid you still thought i was a stupid whore but it turns out I’ve been living with one this whole time while lugging around his kid, a kid you wanted to leave for dead, i forgave you and you said that we could be a family” my heart was basically on the floor at this point

“i can’t live here anymore. i’m leaving, i don’t know where i’m going but i’m not staying with you, you keep your filthy hands off of me and you stay away from my child. Do as you please, when you please but do not expect me to come crawling back to you, begging at your feet for a life that i do not deserve”

i practically ran to my car, the car that he had bought me, and drove to a hotel, i would sleep this off and think of a clear plan when i was in a better headspace

[galvanizedfriend]

hii Yokan! i miss you!😭

how are you? how is work?? I hope everything is going well<3

rn there's a little Comic Con in my city, and it really did help my mood!! (even tho I throwed up 6 times and fainted during the morning of the first day due to the heat and lack of iron🥲) 2 days down, 2 more to go 🙏

ANYWAYS! I know you've been going through a writer's block lately, and I read a post that said something about asking/commenting about the fictions to help the "stucked" autor, SO!

I've been re-reading TW III (shocking, I know) and those little hints about married!kc are just 😭😭 my heart melts, really, although... I was never really sure you'd get them married, mostly due to Care's speech to Cami about how Klaus supposedly sees weddings, and because I remember you saying that you weren't planning on giving them an actual marriage, but rather the closest thing next to it. I checked to comments to see other thoughts, and I saw one of you reply saying that you were completely against married!kc at the start, but then you were slowing changing your mind about it...

so, what was it that made you say "fuck it, I'm gonna ring the bells"?? is it because many people asked you to do it, so you are throwing us a bone, or is it something else?? I'm really interest on hearing the process of your change of heart <3

have a good one, friend <3 love you xoxo

I don't know if I am eloquent enough or if my train of thought makes much sense, but I will try 😂

Also grab a chair because this will be a long one. Be careful what you ask me, I do not know how to shut the fuck up 🙃

Objectively, I still think Klaus is not the marrying kind (in canon context, at least). That man has been alive for a thousand years. He's the vampire of vampires, one who sees humans as a lower species. He's used to getting what he wants by conquering and subjugating because he can. Why would he ever submit himself to an inherently human institution that, throughout history, has served as a tool for various types of social, political and religious control? The ceremony itself doesn't mean anything to him. He probably thinks it's ridiculous and performative, not to mention extremely frail. You can just change your mind and get a divorce, or the good old spouse murder, and then what? What's even the point?

(Just to be clear: I'm not personally preaching against weddings and marriages here btw, it's just how I think Klaus might have seen it.)

If you look at it from the sentimental side, Klaus spent almost a thousand years saying that love is a sign of weakness, a character flaw. He carried his siblings, the only people he genuinely cared about, inside coffins because he didn't trust them enough not to leave him, betray him or end up captured and killed by one of his enemies. Now, why would he want to marry someone, thus exposing yet another vulnerability to be exploited?

Having said that 😂

When we first see Klaus in TVD he's trying to surround himself with a whole new OP supernatural species that will have no choice but to stand with him. They will protect him, they will go to war for him, do whatever he asks them to and they will never leave (or that's what he thought, anyway) because they don't have a choice. That is the only way Klaus knows how to trust people: by completely removing their capacity to challenge him. That's how paranoid he is.

But as the story progresses, and especially with The Wolf in particular because it takes their relationship much further than the show, Klaus realizes there is more than one way to earn people's trust. I feel like that's one of the pillars of his relationship with Caroline. He could've just compelled her (in TVD, not TW because she's a witch), but he never did because he wanted more from her than obedience. All of the things he liked about her - her personality, her honesty, her fire, her loyalty - would've been essentially erased or made meaningless if he'd compelled her. Which puts her in direct opposition to how he related to his hybrids, right? He pretends to be fine with people who have no choice but to follow him, but what he really craves is more real than that. He surrounds himself with people who will worship the ground he walks on after some forged "gratitude" for releasing them of their curse, but he is fascinated by how gutsy Caroline is to look him in the eye and tell him the things that no one else will dare to. What he really seeks but doesn't have the courage to admit is that he wants someone who will choose to be with him. And that's the difficult part, because it can't be conquered or taken, it has to be earned.

Klaus comes from a place of paranoia and extreme distrust of everything and everyone around him, especially after Mikael in New Orleans, and he feels very isolated and alone. He tells Stefan about that, right? The loneliness of immortality. When The Wolf starts, in spite of how he and Caroline were having a bit of a thing before it, he's not sure she would want to stay with him. Actually, he thinks the first chance she gets, she's gonna bail. It's why he's mad when he thinks she wants to terminate the pregnancy. It's not about the baby (it's never about the baby), he couldn't care less about the damn baby at that point, it's the fact that he thinks she's trying to get rid of him, as if that pregnancy is the one thing that is holding them together at that point and so if she's no longer pregnant, she doesn't have to be with him. What I'm very inarticulately trying to say is that his initial approach to Caroline being pregnant is the same he had with his hybrids, as if the baby is a version of a sire bond. It's crazy and dysfunctional, yes, but it's how Klaus rationalizes it, how he thinks he gets to keep people around him - either through daggering them or giving them no choice.

Slowly, Klaus internalizes the fact that Caroline is choosing him. She tells him that a few times throughout the story, and even when he's hallucinating her at the beginning of TW4, because that's something that she has said before and that has stuck with him for reason. She could've left him at any point, but she didn't because she wants to be with him. It's a choice that she has made not because he forced her to, but because she's in love with him. She protects him, she fights for him, she walks through hellfire for him because she wants to, not because she must. He has earned her trust and her love and her loyalty. And that is something that is new for Klaus in his one thousand years of life, at least at this magnitude and with this much clarity and certitude.

So I think when I started writing TW3, which was them in their domestic era, it started to feel like something Klaus might actually do. Not just because it obviously does mean something to Caroline and he would basically do anything for her (even though she never asks for it, which in itself is something, because Caroline comes from relationships that made her feel so insecure and unsafe that she would've held on to a ring like a lifeline, but with Klaus she simply does not need hard evidence to feel safe and reassured, she knows how Klaus feels about her, she's very comfortable in their relationship, she knows that what offers her means a lot more than a thousand weddings to other people ever would - even though she does still love a good wedding lol), but because it suddenly makes sense to him. Not the big party, or the tradition of it, or making it official or anything of the sort, but as a way to externalize what he feels. There is a symbolism to it that while not ideal, it might be the closest to thing to expressing just how devoted he is to her and how she is, pure and simple, eternity for him. When that comes from someone who has lived for as long he has, and who has been as cynical as he was for as long as he was, it does mean something, even if nothing else does.

There is a territorial factor to it as well, of course. 😌 He's a very possessive man and so he wants everyone to know Caroline is his, and it's why it first came to him during the thing with Jackson, but it's more than just that. If it was just about that, he wouldn't do it. He is at a point where he no longer has any doubts about how Caroline feels for him (although there will be a little something something on that front at the beginning of TW4, just because they've been apart for so long, but it will be quickly dispelled).

The most sacred thing for Klaus was the vow he took with his siblings when they fled Viking Falls. They stuck together through everything because of that. He knows the value of a vow and a promise. And he wants a version of that with Caroline. It's the first time in his life when he contemplates genuinely offering that to someone other than his family. There are a million ways he could go about it, probably, but he knows asking her to marry him is the one that will be most representative to her, because of the age where she was born and how she grew up, etc.

And so that is why I decided that Klaus was going to buy a ring even though I crossed my heart and hoped to die a million times for years when people asked me about that. 😂 I just think it's the natural course this story has taken. It's long enough that it eventually made sense to me that he might do it.

Does any of that make sense???? I don't know! I just typed my stream of thought and hoped for the best and now I'm afraid to read it again, so apologies if it's just crazy words.

Now if only I can get back to writing and actually get to that part. 🥲 Pray for me 🙏

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK! 🙃 Here have a pretty married Klaroline gif.

[wangxian-the-zhijis]

WangXian x Klamille (The Originals)

Klaus: Don't you think for a moment that you failed me. You stayed my hand, quelled my rage, you inspired goodness in me, and unlike all of the souls I've encountered and forgotten in the long march of time, I will carry you with me.

Cami: I guess that makes me immortal.

[cancerian-woman]

What do you think about Enzo? I find him Boring 😭

In short: I don't like him that much. None of that is MM's fault lol.

Long Answer: To me the writers never knew what to do with Enzo really which is why he has that long phase of disliking Stefan, Lily problems, Caroline/KC.20 and then being placed with Bonnie. He's different characters all wrapped up into one. Sometimes he's Damon other times he's Klaus. When Damon and Klaus are already very similar to their cores.

Ian vouched for Michael M. which is why he stayed longer than season 5. BE is more about what Enzo needs than Bonnie. They were together for years, yet Damon is so centered in their relationship because he screwed them both over. I probably would have supported them if the relationship if it was done because the writers cared for Bonnie romantically but that isn't how it is presented. Bonnie's "epic" romance is told all in one episode and then the rest is half of a season with the remaining episodes of her fawning over a ghost. Never mind the stockholm syndrome that forced them together anyway. Even in fan edits Enzo is given more reasons to like Bonnie than she is of him. They were never granted a "sex scene" but even that one moment has Bonnie doing the work. Kat Graham is 5ft2 you mean to tell me Michael couldn't carry her to a bed or something?

It's just annoying when other women were fawned over: Elena, Caroline, Cami, and Hayley were giving one or multiple interests those relationships were done with intent due to having some compassion towards those women. Those relationships center so much of those women. Bonnie gets a half-assed romance with a non-fleshed out character as a "here damn" ship.

You asked about Enzo, and this turned into anti Enzo/Bonenzo rant. Sorry, but BE is the only time his character had some consistency which was adding onto the many ways the series doesn't value Bonnie. Yes, it's nice that Bonnie got some happiness but in the end it just aided into her suffering. Enzo could be lined up with Bonnie's other romances and I swear outside of him lasting 3 seasons you wouldn't see much a difference: Luka M, Ben and Jeremy. All side characters or unimportant because the series doesn't see Bonnie as such.

Kat amazing acting in Enzo's death, and the fact that a future with Enzo was dangled over Bonnie's head like a toy is part of the reason people mourn them so much to me. The show wrapped and we never hear about Bonnie's life for the rest of the franchise.

[hyperactivewhore]

how do you feel abt klaroline? i always hated them together; i love the them both but i hate them as a couple

Short answer? I hate them.

Long answer? Well, apart from the fact that they're obviously a screwed up ship made only to please fans (Candice literally confirmed it) and that made Klaus and Caroline incredibly ooc, they just don't make sense and their personalities are too different. And their fans are a big no, the most I've encountered are so toxic and the major problematic part of the fandom (not all of them, before anyone starts crying).

Klaus wasn't in love with Caroline, he just had a weird obsession with her and Caroline was attracted to him in a sexual way, but she was in love with Tyler. They were never "romantic", they had a physical relationship that revolved about Klaus wanting to fuck her.

And once he did, he never bothered to check on her or even give her his condolences after her mother's death. If Klaus loved Caroline, as their shippers assure and swear, he wouldn't have treated her like shit. I mean, even when Stefan asked him if he was still in love with her, Klaus looked close to laughing imo and that should answer everything. And yeah, he asked him if he was gonna do the right thing by her, but that doesn't mean he's in love with Caroline: caring about someone doesn't equal romantic love.

And once more, after that, Klaus forgot about her again. If they were in love, one of them would have seeked the other at least in those seven years Klaus had the hollow inside, or they would have, idk, said "I love you" when he was literally dying. But they didn't, because Klaus was still in love with Cami, the woman he said he'll carry with him forever, and Caroline still wore her wedding ring and she literally said she would love Stefan forever.

So if they were made endgame (thanks god it didn't happen), canonically Klaus would still be thinking about Cami and Caroline would still love Stefan. And don't get me with the whole "however long it takes" because Klaus is always saying things he doesn't mean to get what he wants. His family was a mess and Caroline wouldn't have been able to stand that, especially because Hayley and Rebekah didn't like her, and knowing the personalities of the other siblings they wouldn't be fans of her either.

If somehow that wasn't enough, when Hayley told him she understood what he was going through after losing Cami, Klaus snapped and literally called Camille his true connection, comparing her to Elijah. The quote is literally "you want to commiserate with me, Hayley, but our experiences of grief are not the same. Your husband is dead. It hurts, but we both know the person you share a true connection with is still breathing. So you and I are not the same."

He compared Cami, who was very dead at that moment with Elijah, the man Hayley loved romantically the most. So if that isn't enough proof Klaus loved Cami the most of all his love interests, then I don't know what it is. And he literally sacrificed himself for Cami in s2 when Mikael attacked them. He didn't know the stake wasn't gonna work and that he would come back, so yeah.

I love Klaus, I don't like Caroline but still. Their characters are good, but not meant to be in a relationship. Klaus always put his family first, a family that hated Caroline; so if he had to chose and he would have to eventually, he would, without a doubt, chose his family over her.

So anyway, yes. I love talking shit about klaroline, one of my favorite hobbies.

[aeruthien]

Elijah, Vax, and Keyleth!

Thank you!! <3 I'm going to separate these so the post doesn't get so long... To start with Elijah!

First impression When I first saw Elijah I literally was like that moment in Hamilton where they all go: who is this?! who's this?! I started TO without really knowing anything about it, so I thought Elijah was cool, and then I realized I had to watch the Vampire Diaries to understand what was going on, and I speedran the episodes until I knew Elijah became part of it. His entrance is just chef's kiss. Class. Sophisticated. Manipulation. A beheading. That bitch. Perfect.

Impression now Much the same, except expanded upon. He has a softer side that I loved to see, but he still remains the ruthless vampire we all know and love. I do like to make fun of him more. He is an idiot.

Favorite moment This literally changes each time you ask me probably, but whenever Elijah gets to do something particularly clever. It doesn't even have to be fighting, but him outmanoeuvring his opponents is great. Just casual superiority.

Idea for a story Elijah and Klaus go to the beach with Hope while Hayley, Rebekah, Cami and Freya are on a holiday. Somehow, the Mystic Falls gang is also on the beach. Chaos ensues. Maybe some extreme form of beach volleyball like in that ATLA beach episode?

Unpopular opinion Not sure if it is really unpopular per se (can there be unpopular opinions if the fandom is dead?), but Elijah is just as much of a monster as Klaus. He just hides it better. I hate the execution of this in the show (s4/s5 my behated), but Elijah is definitely not the honourable one…

Favorite relationship Elijah and Klaus. Brothers. Betrayal. Bondageing. Enemies to lovers. Lovers to enemies. No one can hurt him but me. Only you can hurt me like this. I will carry you. It is dirty work. Not if it is you. No one does it like they do.

Favorite headcanon Elijah is a big nerd. We saw glimpses of this in the show, but they never truly expanded on it. He reads philosophy, poetry, LOVES linguistics. Just, Elijah knowing all the languages.

[countrymusiclover]

67 - A Caring Vamp Sire

Part 68

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

“Thank you…” He whispered, pressing his face into my chest breathing in and out slowly. 

Resting my chin on top of his head I wrapped my arms around his weak form. His fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt for some comfort. “Sssh, Nik. I’ve got you.” 

Moving my fingers through Nik's curly mess of hair I felt him steer slightly. He blinked his eyes opened turning his head to meet my gaze. "Morning babe, who knew it would be four years before I would be the one taking care of you after a fight." I chuckled, giving him a bright smile of relief washing over me. 

"Rae….wait Aurora?" He began to sit up until I pushed him down. 

"Freya has her dosed with a spell. So she'll be down for a while. Lay back down." 

He sighed reaching out for my hand. "You gave me your blood. You didn't have to do that.." 

"Yes I did. You were barely hanging on, Nik. You needed blood before you desiccated." Intertwining my hand with his I turned my head hearing someone coming inside from downstairs. "Someone's here." 

He again tried to sit up but I held his arm down. "I'm coming…uh!" 

"Just stay here and rest. I'll be back in a second." I told him vamping out of the room before he fought me. Walking towards the door I recognized the voice that hollers. 

"Klaus? Klaus?" 

I rushed forward seeing Cami stumbling into the doorway. "Cami, What is it?" 

"Something happened and you're gonna be angry, but Lucien wants you to be angry. He's trying to lure you into a trap." She babbled gripping my shoulders when I stepped towards her. 

Suddenly Klaus vamped beside me asking the newbie vampire. "What did he do?" 

"I told you to stay in bed!" I snapped at him. 

He shook his head, taking Cami's hand in his. On her arm we could see a bite mark forming. "Promise me you won't fly off the handle and do something crazy. Promise me. Before you lose it...Klaus... look at me. I won't let you get yourself killed." 

Klaus and I shared a worried glance when he asked. "Camille…" 

"I just needed you to know." She breaks out weakly. 

Holding her shoulder in my grasp before she collapsed towards me. "Thank you for the warning but…woah." 

"You're not dying today." Klaus caught her limp body bridal style carrying her into the bedroom and laying her down. 

A Few minutes later Freya and Elijah joined us in the room seeing the state she was in. Her head was laying against a pillow. Leaning back against the bedroom. "Are you all right?" 

She nodded. "Yeah. Considering." 

Freya came over dabbing her wound with something. "Hold still.This is going to burn." 

Cami winced. "Ow. Ow, what is that?" 

She told her. "It's a healing salve. Motherwort. White willow bark. The recipe's over 1,000 years old." 

Cami grumbled. "So, the good stuff, huh?" 

The Mikealson witch explained looking at me. "Well, it will ease the pain, dull the symptoms, but... it won't stop the infection." 

"So I'm screwed." She spat. 

Klaus told her reaching for my hand to take. "We're gonna do everything that we can, Cami." 

Elijah entered the conversation. "To that end, a little assistance." 

"I can't believe you let this happen. Now there's someone bigger than an Original vampire!" I snapped at my brother in law. 

He slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Raelyn, I'm sorry. We tried yo stop him-" 

"Shut it, Elijah" Holding my hand up I cut him off heading towards the door leaving the room. 

Yet Klaus came after.me spinning me back around into his chest. "Rae, where are you going?" 

"To kick Lucien’s ass!" I barked showing him my fangs for s brief moment. 

His blue eyes met my gaze. "Love, its too dangerous. He could kill you." 

"But now he is the reason she's dying. I refuse to let my friend die because of a beast like him!" I growled, yanking my arm from his grasp. 

Klaus rolls his eyes as I went to wall away. "Raelyn, just stay here. We will stop him together." 

"I can't sit and watch her die!" Spinning around on my feet throwing my hair in my face. "You said Lucien has curse for almost everything. So my guess is that he has one for his own bite." 

He asked me softly. "And what exactly do you think the cure would be?" 

"Since your blood is the cure for a werewolf bite. Then my theory is his blood is the cure go his own bite yoo." I put the pieces together turning and finally leaving. 

"Be careful, Rae¡" He called out. 

I responded to him vamping off to find Lucien. "I will be." 

Entering his big apartment I searched around in his drawers. Opening cabinets and boxes but not finding any vials of blood. "I wouldn't have taken you to be a theft, siphon heretic." 

"Lucien! Motus!" Spinning I'm my boots I launched him across the room where he fell into the coffee table. 

He sat up a little wickedly smiling. "Not as impressive as me. So what makes you think that you can best me?: 

Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I focused on him. "I'm here to find a cure for Cami. And I will do whatever I have to so she can live." 

"You can try your best. But I doubt-" He got cutting off by me. 

"Invidia!" I made him grab his head in agony. "Where is the cure!" 

He started laughing vamping away from me coming back into the room with my brother. "I was hoping you showed up. I'm glad I snagged him on the chance of seeing you." 

"Jacob! You let him go this minute!" I grunted revealing my fangs. 

Lucien smirked. "Not until I do this." He sunk his fangs into his neck. 

"Ahh!" Jacob screamed where I vamped over to Lucien holding him against the wall. 

Jacob's body collapsed where I head his neck break behind me. "You bastard, nobody hurts my brother  - Jacob!" 

"Ha ha ha  you should known I'd grabbed him. I don't care who dies. Our sire needs to realize he's not all powerful anymore." Lucien chuckled dryly sliding down the wall. 

Vamping over to my brothers body. He gripped my shirt in his hands. "Rae.." 

"I'm sorry this happened." I croaked grasping his hand in mine. 

Lucien just kept laughing at us. "I am in charge now!" 

"Ad somnum, beast!" Throwing my habd in his direction I snapped his neck putting a sleep spell on him. "J, look at me. You can't die. Take my blood." Biting into my wrist I held it out to him. 

He pushed my hand away. "Don't worry about me, sis." 

"You're my brother. I'm always going to worry. Now please drink!" 

He snagged my wrist before I could give him my blood. "Stop Raelyn. I already have vamp blood in my system." 

"What who's?" I blurted out a question. 

He lifted his gaze to mine. "Kol's. He gave it to me when I nearly died. He was trying to kill Davina until I stopped him." 

"So you're saying I just have to watch you die. Then you'll become a heretic like me?" I asked, sniffing through tears. 

My twin nodded yes. "Just snap my neck and then we can get out of here before he bites somebody else." 

"J, I…fine. I'll try to make it easy." Moving my hands to his neck, snapping it quickly where he fell into my lap. In a few short seconds he shot awake. 

"Ugh everything hurts!" He winced closing his eyes tightly. 

Raising myself to my feet I offered my hands to him. "You'll adjust once you feed. Let's get out of here." He held my habd when we vamped back to the compound. 

"Is she olay?" I asked dragging him into the bedroom with the others. 

Freya noticed us. "She's getting weaker. Did you find a cure?" 

"Unfortunately no." I slumped my shoulders in defeat looking at my brother. "Elijah, can you get my brother a blood bag?" 

"Of course." He vamped away and back handed it to him. "Who turned him exactly, you?" 

Jacob tears his bag slowly while drinking it. "Nope. Kol did…oh wow. Awesome." He opened his mouth and he gasped seeing his fangs come out. 

"Well worry about teaching you later, mate. Right now we have to save Camille." My husband squeezed my brother's shoulder. 

Cami attempts to sit up croaking out. "I want my wake to be at Rousseau's. I want it to be epic...An open bar and dancing, and no one cries, or I come back, and I poltergeist the hell out of…" 

Klaus raised his voice towards her. "Stop it! I will not entertain this kind of talk any longer." 

"Lucien’s bite killed Finn. I am in the same position as he was." She explains back. 

Shaking my head I vamped over to her bedside grasping her hand in mine. "No way in hell will you end up like him. I swear to you as your sire." 

Freya stood by her suit wearing brother frustrated that she couldn't find a way. "She only has a few hours left to live. Maybe we should just send her off the way she wants." 

"So you're giving up?" I began crying up at her. 

Elijah slumped his shoulders. "Raelyn, if there's no cure there's nothing we can do." 

"Bullshit Elijah!" Jumping up to my feet I vamped in front of his face. Tears were falling down my face and I had my fangs out. "I have consumed dark magic and lived. I have dropped you and your siblings on the floor with just one spell. I escaped me dying without killing my cousins I care for. So I refuse to think that there isn't another option we thought of!" 

"Raelyn…" Cami whispered with her breathing laboring out. 

Whipping my head around to her I was sobbing down at my friend and godmother. "Cami, you qsrw forced to turn with my blood. So I will save you from this." 

"Hold up. My sister's right. We haven't tried everything yet." Jacob entered the conversation. 

Klaus and everyone shifted their gaze over to him. "And what exactly would that be, Jacob Lane?" 

"We're siphons, remember. We can take magic from almost everything." He walked forward holding Cami's hand. 

Dropping my mouth open I covered it with my hands jumping around like a child. "Oh my God. Why didn't I see that earlier." 

"Can you help me, Rae?" He offered me his hand. 

Walking over to her bedside I removed his hand sending him a serious look. "No, J. I have to do this." 

"But I'm a heretic now-" 

I cut him short squeezing his shoulder with my other hand. "Yes but you're a newbie one. I can handle more than you right now. You can help us once we have taught you." 

"Camille, hang on just a little longer." Klaus came to my side. 

Placing one hand over the bite of her arm. I placed my other hand in mine with everyone watching us closely. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras…" 

"Ah Raelyn!" The bartender winced feeling my magic fighting her body. 

Clutching my eyes closed for a moment I peaked one open seeing the red mark begging to disappear. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras…" Finally it disappeared before I collapsed into Nik's waiting arms. 

"Woah, Rae." He lifted me up into his arms. 

Gripping his shirt he sat me down on the bed with Cami slowly sitting upright. "I'm fine, Nik…it worked then." 

"Thank you, Raelyn." She hugged me. 

Wrapping my arms around her I smiled into her shoulder. "I told you. I am a sire who will look out for her vampires." 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[klaeus]

Would Klaus ever do poly?

ㅤㅤi've wondered about this myself, and haven't made it beyond a weak maybe. we all already know klaus is an exceptionally jealous and possessive person, so i think whether he could handle it or not would vary greatly depending on the dynamic. i see one of three necessary conditions needing to be met, or some combination of the three:

he would have to be equally obsessed with both of them and literally be like "i can't choose just one of you, i have to have you both." this option doesn't seem super likely to me, considering how fixated he gets on one person at a time. like ... he locks on to his chosen person, and if he can actually have and keep them, i don't see his eyes wandering enough to develop romantic interest in another. for example, he carried a flame for caroline for years after they parted, having only moved on when it was clear he wouldn't be able to be with her. but even after he had fallen for cami and lost her, he was still very clearly into caroline when they reunited. if he and caroline had gotten and stayed together, i highly doubt he ever would've developed romantic interest in cami. not saying it would've been impossible, just super unlikely.

the other two would need to have no romantic interest in each other whatsoever, only be into him. a very tenuous thing to put faith in to him, because what's to truly stop them from falling for each other? their word? that would be highly risky in his eyes, and he would probably always expect that to inevitably change, no matter how hard they tried to assure him otherwise.

if the second option isn't possible, they would have to be more into him than each other. he already has this near pathological fear of abandonment and being second best; having to watch two people he's in love with clearly prefer each other over him would be guaranteed to drive him mad. and again, no foolproof way to prevent that ⸻ he would be worried about it constantly.

ㅤㅤso uhhhh basically ... maybe?

[a-slayerett]

"I will never let go."

"I will carry you with me."

Just a preview of the full tribute video for Klaus and Cami & Jack and Rose.

Coming February 10 on my YouTube Channel. 🎁

[dethtale]

@savagevillain asked: “No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” / Camille 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

It  always  makes  her  feel  dizzy,  when  he  speaks  like  that.  She  might  be  dizzy  due  to  some  blood  loss  as  well  but  she  is  sure,  it's  mostly  what  he  is  saying.  Klaus  had  a  way  with  words  when  he  wanted  to,  less  poetic  and  more  poignant.  Like  what  he  said  carried  some  weight.  "I  know  you  would."  And  a  part  of  her  isn't  bothered  by  the  threat  of  people  dying.  She  had  loss  that  part  of  herself  a  long  time  ago,  ever  since  she  crossed  paths  with  him.  

"I'm  just  saying,  Klaus.  .  .if  they  do  hurt  me  again,  or  worse.  .  .I  know  what  I'  mgetting  into,  alright?"  Cami  wants  him  to  know,  that  this  wasn't  his  fault.  Because  she  knows  his  mind,  and  she  knows  he  would  feel  guilt  regarding  that.  "I  have  known  for  a  long  time  what  it  means  to  be  siding  with  your  family,  and  you,  and  I'll  still  do  it."  A  short  pause,  green  eyes  staring  back  deeply  before  she  lets  a  smile  linger  on  her  lips,  out  of  nervousness,  out  of  reassurance.  "I'm  a  big  girl,  and  I  chose  my  path."

[fragmcntedsouls]

“If not for an apology, then what can I offer?” the hybrid countered softly, grazing the side of his knuckle against Camille’s cheek. Klaus' road to redemption was winding and if anything, never-ending. But he needed for Camille to know how desperately sorry he was.

Her touch managed to work wonders for pulling him from his thoughts, a unique ability that Cami had always possessed. As the vampire threaded her fingers through his a hum of contentment eased from his lips and he glanced down towards their interlocked fingers with a smile. “My daughter was the one who brought me peace at my end. I just wish that I had been able to do the same for her, in life.” Klaus had once taken pride in being known as the great evil, but he couldn’t have imagined how difficult that knowledge had been for his daughter. 

Like all his siblings, Klaus wasn’t evil he was just sorely and severely misunderstood. He carried more emotional baggage than any one person should and although that didn’t excuse some of his extreme actions - his trauma explained him and that had been something Cami had always seen. 

Allowing for the blonde to lead the way, Klaus relaxed as his thumb ran across the side of her hand and his soft smile returned. “I agree, love” he hummed, inhaling a soft breath in thought “you deserve a wonderful life, Camille and I intend to spend each waking moment ensuring that you get it.” His brow was subtle to lift as the vampire changed the subject and amused laughter eased from Klaus’ lips as he browsed their options. “My musical tastes might just surprise you” he teased, tilting his head slightly within assessment. “But alas, I have been known to enjoy a classic Clair de Lune or a Liebesträume.”

"Oh Klaus," she tilted her head as her eyes locked onto his. Camille didn't need to hear him apologize for the past Let alone, the one that she managed to show up in out of pure cosmic energy. "Please don't apologize. I know those were difficult moments for you."

As Klaus went on about how he couldn't see any of Hope's goodness coming from him, Cami's expression changed to something sorrowful. The circumstances were still blurry as to why he died, but she knew that he had a positive influence on his daughter. There was no way in her mind that she would allow him to discredit himself so easily. Letting her hand fall from his face, she the let her fingers interlock with the ones that didn't hold onto a glass. "Hey, don't you do that. You did your best for Hope and she felt your love even after you had gone. There are good parts of her that can be contributed to the things you did for her and her family. You deserved peace Klaus."

Most of the time, she wished Klaus could see himself the way she did. During her time with him, she hoped that there were moments when he saw that he was a good man. He had been placed in impossible situations time and time again, yet he had never lost those beautiful parts of his soul.

"I think this is good you know? I mean why can't we get a second chance." Smirking she let go of his hand and walked over towards the record player. As she took a few sips of her drink, she looked through the records trying to find something to set a decent mood.

"You're a romantic piano kind of man right?"

[perfaede]

this is more exhausting than i remember it being / miscellaneous characters & two person dynamics tag drop. i have a ridiculous amount of tags for hayley.

[writing-the-stars]

klaus mikaelson x fem!reader where shes been his best friend basically since birth (she's an original) and she thinks klaus likes cami and gets jealous but hes just trying to distract himself because he likes the reader and its just a rlly fluffy/angsty love confession

It Has Always Been You

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After all these years, you realize your feelings for your best friend a little too late

Warnings: Angst, Camille Slander, Canonical Violence, Reader Is A Tad Bit Dramatic, Maybe A Shitty Ending (Shitty In The Way That I Don't Know How To End Things). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi Kayla! Thank you so much for this request. I was in a bit of a writing rut and writing this one-shot rekindled my passion for writing, so thank you for that! I know it was a bit of a wait, but I hope this is worth it. Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

You don't know how it happened, or when it even began. You can't seem to recall when the conversations and stories shared between two friends began holding a heavier value or when the amicable gestures and platonic exchanges started carrying a deeper level of intimacy with them. When gazes started to linger and your heart rate started rising. When your thoughts began drifting more and more to tresses of dark ash blonde and pools of blue and green. When being apart for more than an hour began to feel like torture and the only time you ever felt safe was in his presence.

It happened so slowly— that feeling of love— creeping up on you when you least expected it. You had no idea it even found you till just this moment. As you stand in his doorway, heart sunk to your stomach, you realize that somewhere along the millennium together your heart lept over the line between love and friendship and your brain is just now catching up.

You watch your lifelong friend, the man that you have admired and adored for as long as you can remember, get ready for a date you didn't even know he had with a girl you already despise— simply for the fact that she isn't you.

"So, who is the lucky girl?" you ask— a forced grin painted on your face as you try to be enthusiastic. His reflection looks back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he finishes buttoning his dress shirt. A smirk stretches across his lips, almost as if he is toying with you. A predator stalking its prey— a sick satisfaction from the dread that's filling your bones.

"Camille," he informs you— the pride in his voice not going unnoticed. Your heart clenches and your brave facade begins to crumble.

She is a beautiful woman. Intelligent, spirited, and compassionate. It's no surprise that he's taking her out, she is exactly the type of woman that draws in the Original Hybrid, and yet, you feel absolutely blindsided. All the times you teased him about the blonde— unknowingly gaging just how much she meant to him— with Klaus always assuring you she was "simply a means to an end." How foolish you feel now for having bought into what was obviously a blatant lie. If you hadn't been blinded by your own swelling emotions, perhaps you would have seen right through his deception.

You curse yourself for your own naivety. Klaus has been your best friend since you were both children, having always been the most reliable man in your life. You have seen every part of each other, watching as he grew from the timid, meek boy you first knew to the fearsome, courageous man he has become. No one on Earth knows you better than he does, no one in the entirety of the universe understands him better than you do. You have shared your entire lives together, experiencing even the darkest depths of each other's souls; and you have loyally remained by his side through it all because you know there is no one who will care for you as deeply and protect you as fiercely as the Original Hybrid. And now you are losing your best friend— possibly the greatest love of your life— to a pathetic human whose biggest accomplishment in life is her psychology degree.

How could this have happened? How could you have been so ignorant of your own emotions? It felt like some sick, cruel joke— a punishment for all your years of shaky morals and reckless behavior. In a way, you guess you deserved this. After all, you spent years toying with the emotions of countless lovers, using them to distract from the boredom your overextended existence tended to bring. 

It's not like you had always intended to crush their hearts, it's just that you believed love was something that would always evade you. It's clear to you now that's because love had already found you, you just didn't recognize it. 

And now, here is the man that you love, embarking on his own quest for something that is standing right behind him. The universe is fiendish like that. 

Using what's left of your composure, you swallow the lump forming in your throat and wish him well, turning your back to return to the solitude of your bedroom. In doing so, you miss the own flare of disappointment in Klaus's eyes who had hoped going on this date would spur some kind of reaction in you— some sign that you shared an inkling of the love and devotion he has for you. But alas, the two of you were blinded by your own foolish oblivion. 

-*-

Three weeks. Three insufferable, excruciating, and tortuous weeks. That's how long that stupid little bartender has been flaunting her budding romance with your hybrid. You've seen more of her face in the Compound these past couple of weeks than you care to see for another millennium. 

Her mocking smile every time she greets you, letting you know she has something you can't have; her taunting voice— the sound of nails on a chalkboard— every time she calls his name or shares in the same laughter you used to indulge in with Klaus; and the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at the Mikaelson makes you want to claw them right from their sockets.  You know the hatred you hold towards the blonde is spiteful and unjust, but when has the world ever been just towards you? 

Due to the same fear your parents held towards the men who turned into beasts that the heads of the Mikaelson Family held, you had been forced into the same ritual the rest of the siblings had been subjected to, turning you into this immortal being. Then, you were thrust into the life of a fugitive, spending years of your life on the run from a crazed barbarian who sought to kill you for becoming the very creature he made you be.  And finally, in the cruelest twist of fate yet, the universe had you realize your deep-rooted love for the man you have spent the entirety of your life with the moment he falls into the arms of another woman. 

No, life was not fair and life was not kind, so why shouldn't you get to treat the thieving blonde just as cruelly? 

You had hoped that your maltreatment of the bartender would be enough to drive a wedge between them and drive her away, but she was infuriatingly persevering. No amount of nasty comments, purposeful isolation, or continuous reminders that she would never belong in the family of the most powerful supernatural beings on the planet were enough to deter her. 

She continued to return to the compound with the same insulting smile coloring her expression as she waltzed into Klaus's arms, showing you what you could've had. Finally, you had enough. 

That's why your hand was now wrapped tightly around her throat— her eyes wide and bulging, begging to be released from your strong grip. You smirk sadistically to yourself, enjoying the feeling of how precariously her life rests in your hands. One twist of your wrist and you will eradicate the only thing standing in the way of you and Klaus Mikaelson. 

"Y/N, please, put the girl down," Elijah's steady and calm voice requests, but you pick up on the sense of urgency dancing in the undertone. 

"Ah, come now, brother. The night just became entertaining. Let Y/N have her fun," Kol petitions from behind you, clearly amused by the night's sudden turn of events. Your outburst was rather unexpected— even for you. You weren't even aware of what you were doing till the bartender's back slammed against the brick wall— her scream getting caught in her throat as you cut off her airways. 

You could end it all right here, right now. Put yourself out of your misery. You want to, you are about to when a hand is placed on your shoulder, reminding you of the gravity of the situation. You can't kill the girl, no matter how badly you wish to— not without ruining everything you have spent a millennium building with Klaus. 

No matter how much you wish it wasn't so, he likes the intolerable blonde, maybe even loves her. If you were to take her away from him, he would never forgive you. The Original Hybrid would probably spend the rest of your life hunting you to your end, and that's not something you could handle. You rather have half of him, watching from the sidelines as he finds happiness with someone else than have none of him at all. 

"Y/N, let her go," Klaus's voice rings out in the tense silence. The room watches with bated breath, wondering what your next move will be as your fingers twitch over the blonde's throat— her pulse weakening under the strength of your grasp.  With dissatisfied resignation, you slowly retract your hand; the girl immediately plummets to the floor. As you back away from her crumpled figure, the surrounding atmosphere lightens as if the room has let out a breath of relief. The two older Mikaelsons surge to her side, checking for any severe injury. It's enough to make you want to scoff, but as your eyes meet the widened, shock-blown blues of Rebekah, you realize just how grave of a mistake you almost made. 

And as you fully begin to comprehend the situation before you, you can't help but feel the weight of the ignominy you subjected yourself to. The walls of the compound appear to be closing in on you— the air getting harder to breathe. The weight on your chest strengthens and it feels as if the room itself is trying to snuff you out, telling you that you no longer belong. 

Perhaps the room was right. What if you were the one who did not belong? Looking at the scene before you, it would appear that way. The manner in which the siblings are huddling around the blonde bartender, attending to her with the utmost care and soothing all of her fear. It seems that you have become the outsider looking in— your time with the Mikaelsons reaching its end. After all, what more could you offer after spending a millennium together? You were old and played out, essentially a walking reminder of a life most of them have preferred to forget. 

Camille was new and exciting— a terrain yet to be explored. She holds an intrigue you no longer have, and probably have not had for a while. It is clear to you now that you had lost this war long before you even started fighting. So, surrendering your battle, you launch yourself into the streets of New Orleans, giving you time to grieve the only life you have ever known. 

-*-

You return to your room, a heaviness in your heart, ready to pack up the life you had loved so dearly. It's easier this way, you have to convince yourself, else you will never leave. 

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Klaus's voice fractures the silence of your bedroom, startling you in the process. You had been so distracted wallowing in your own misery that you hadn't even noticed his presence. In fact, you had assumed he would not even be in the compound, thinking he would be off somewhere comforting his darling Camille. 

Your eyes meet his— darkened by the anger shrouded in them, just as you had suspected. You wonder just how much groveling you will have to subject yourself to in order to gain his pardon. Or maybe it would be better if he did punish you. You had somehow managed to evade the silver daggers all of these years, but maybe a century of darkness wouldn’t be so awful. 

"Klaus, I'm sorry about Camille. I don't know what came over me. I usually have better control over my emotions, you know that. I just-," you pause, bracing yourself for what you are about to say next because you know once you speak it, it'll become real and the course of your life will be permanently altered. "I've already made plans to leave. I'm just here to pack up my belongings. All I can do is beg for your forgiveness and I promise you if you show me mercy this one time, you will never see or hear from me again. It will be like I never existed at all," you vow to the hybrid, your voice wavering under the weight of your emotions. 

"Leave," he hisses as if the words themselves burn his throat— the thought of you leaving him completely unimaginable to the hybrid. You have been the one constant throughout his several lifetimes. The anchor keeping him grounded in the chaos that surrounds him, the beacon of light that guides him when he finds himself slipping into darkness, the fire that warms him when he believes he's grown too cold. 

Your loyalty and tenderness towards him have often reminded the Mikaelson that he is not pure evil or an irredeemable monster— that he too is worthy of love and affection. You remind him of the man he used to be, the man he often wishes to become again. You remind him of all the good that he is capable of. You are his heart, his humanity, and to live without you is simply unfathomable.

"You think I'm just going to let you leave?" he questions in utter disbelief— your heart dropping at the query. Of course, it would not be that simple. You have seen time and time again what happens to those who cross the Original Hybrid. He was merciless and cruel, having no tolerance for people who disappoint him; and your act of treason has to be one of the biggest disappointments Klaus has experienced. 

"I know what I did is unforgivable, but I-"

"You think that I care for one bloody moment about what happened with Camille!" Klaus roars, stunning you into silence, "She means nothing to me. You could have killed her tonight for all that I care! But you, love, you're not leaving me. I will not allow it."

He towers over you menacingly, but as you look into his eyes you see the fear shining through his anger. He is terrified of losing you. And as much solace as his words and the emotion that drives them brings to you, it also leaves you baffled, struggling to comprehend the contradiction. 

"Klaus, I don't understand. You've been seeing that blonde wench for three weeks, parading her around the compound, showering her in affection, and granting her all of your time. You practically replaced me with her," you tell him— your words bitter, coating the hurt that you feel. But just as easily as you can see through Klaus, he sees straight to the root of your acidity. 

His face contorts as he lifts a hand to lightly brush over your face, pushing your hair back and resting his palm against your cheek. "Y/N, no one could ever replace you. You are unparalleled, utterly priceless," Klaus tells you, his voice soft and warm with pure love and adoration. His eyes burn with sincerity as if to imprint his words on your skin so that you will always be reminded. 

"You have captured my heart from the very beginning. Camille was merely a distraction— a means to an end. But you, my love, it has always been you."

You're frozen, his confession leaving you breathless. You can't even begin to comprehend the surge of emotion inside of you; incognizant of how to process his profound declaration of love. You had spent the last three weeks in absolute agony over a man who has loved you just as ardently. Without wasting another moment of time, you bring your lips to kiss feverishly against his own, pulling him into you as closely as possible. Your body molds perfectly into the curves and ridges of his framework as if you had been carved from the same stone— torn apart for so long and finally melding into the other once again. 

Taglist: @catmikaelson20

[honestgrins]

I don't know if you're still taking requests, but something where caroline shows up in New Orleans to take klaus up on his offer of a tour and cami confused and jealous asks around about their relationship. answers ranging from "I had no clue they were close"-elijah to "she's completely got him whipped"-kol

Once again, just the KC bits, sorry!

Adjust || Klaroline

"I've got to hand it to you," Caroline said with a long-suffering sigh, her hand neatly tucked into his arm as they walked along the crowded street. Music poured from everywhere, and the city buzzed with an electric energy. "This place really is something else."

To his credit, Klaus didn't gloat, though she could feel the satisfaction rolling off him. Instead, he guided her toward a lively band playing on the corner. Offering her a hand in silent invitation, he only pouted a little when she hesitated. "You know you want to, sweetheart."

Rolling her eyes, she let him tug her to the makeshift dance floor, already populated with couples that looked far older. More than one woman watched them with a wistful grin, and she heard young love at least twice. Despite demanding no expectations for this trip or what it meant, she was struggling to keep that brick wall between her real life and the chaos that was Klaus.

As he twirled her, his smile bright and unburdened, she wanted more than anything to let this be her real life - Klaus included.

Until she felt the eyes boring into them. Groaning, she dropped her head to his shoulder. "They're following us again."

"They never stopped," Klaus answered lightly, gently swinging her around so she could see his brother and the bartender down the block. "We should work on your situational awareness while you're here, the city is an excellent place to get used to vampires and witches among the many."

"She's a human, I only need to be aware of any wooden stakes she's carrying or the smell of vervain. I'm this close to compelling her to leave me alone, and I would do it to your brother, too, if I could."

He shrugged. "They mean well."

Unimpressed, she glared at him. "They're annoying."

"You're a novelty to them," he explained. "If you stay long enough, they will adjust to the fact I have a...friend."

A smile spread across her lips at the heavy pause, and he refused to meet her eyes. "That sounded like it hurt to say. Do you not want me as a friend, Klaus? I remember a time you wanted that more than anything."

"You are a friend, one I hold in great esteem." To prove his point, he pulled her against him and held her close. Now, his eyes wouldn't leave her face. "And I notice you haven't answered my question."

"You didn't ask one."

"Caroline."

"Klaus."

They still swayed in place, gazes locked together as their feet barely moved. He leaned in just enough to bump her nose. "How long do you plan to remain in my city?"

She smiled again, a bit reckless and so out of her depth. Wasn't that the million-dollar question? "I think my plans might just be up in the air on that front," she admitted, nervously watching his reaction. "But if your spies are flummoxed by you having a friend, I'm not sure what...staying will mean to them."

He hung on that pause like she had earlier, his ancient heartbeat picking up pace. "As I said, they'll adjust" Swallowing, he dipped her back slowly. When he brought her back up, his eyes had landed squarely on her mouth. "Will you?"

Licking her lips, she couldn't help the rush of blood to her face at the predatory gleam in his. "Only one way to find out."