#klaus is so hot though

[stvrlitsky]

When I google the character I've been simping after and realise they're almost the same age as my dad

[athenamikaelson]

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

Word Count- 5.6k

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

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

“It appears someone slept well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I frown. Kol pauses. 

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

“Brother, leave Y/n alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

I frown.

 “You’re leaving?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you feeling?”

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

Elijah pauses, “Cool?”

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

“Yep, cool. How are you?”

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

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

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

 God, this is so fucking embarassing. 

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

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

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

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

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

“What was the first?”

“The first what, Elskan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And put me in your clothes?”

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

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

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

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

“I like it when you do that.”

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

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

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

“Yes, you do.”

“Elskan, I do not.”

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

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

“Are you hungry?”

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

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

“Fine. But I want waffles.”

—

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

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

“Then what do you like making?”

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

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

I shrug, “Never had it.”

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

I give him a smile, “I’d like that.”

“Ah, if it isn’t the happy couple.”

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

“Niklaus, how can we help you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

“Y/n!”

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

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

“Oh, hi, Sage. Morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the look for?”

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

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

“Sage, what is going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s why Klaus was so Klaus this morning.

 HE HEARD HIS BROTHER GOING DOWN ON ME.

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

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

“MY WAFFLES!”

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

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

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

“Rebekah, what is going on?”

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

This bitch. 

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

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

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

“Well, look what you caught.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Witch? What witch?”

Klaus looks at his fingernails instead of me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nothing special, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

Maybe I should just start doing drugs.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure you are, Astin min.”

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

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

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

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

“Are you mad at me?”

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

“Why would I ever be mad at you?”

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

“I know you heard me and Elijah…”

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

“I’m not mad.”

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

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

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

Oh.

“Jealous?”

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

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

Oh Lord.

“Oh. Okay.”

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

I shrug, “What should I say?”

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

Klaus’s sarcastic voice makes me laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“Brother!”

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

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

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

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

“Dude, be nice.”

“Yes, brother, listen to your mate.”

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

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

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

“You know not to touch her, sister.”

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

“Seriously, Bekah?”

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

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

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

“Does she?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell no. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Klaus walks away from Bonnie and hangs up the phone.

“Seriously, Klaus?!”

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

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

“Maybe another time, Luv.”

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smile at Bonnie, and she returns it. 

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

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

Nuh-uh. Not happening on my watch.

“Ok, let’s think…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— 

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

“Really?

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

“Is it dangerous?”

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

I smile at Bonnie, “You can do this.”

—

Bonnie did it. Obviously. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Y/n. I’m ok. It’s just…”

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

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

“What did you hear, Bonnie?”

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

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

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

“Then what did they mean, Bonnie?”

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

Excuse me?

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damon sighs, “Eleven.”

Bruh. 

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

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

“I’ll get you the other three.”

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

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

“What is wrong with you?”

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

Can these two just fuck already?

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

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

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

[r-memberme]

bite | k.m

⎯⎯The thing took a step forward, its voice slipping through the cracks in reality. "You reek of death. Of dying. It’s in your blood, your bones. Do you think he’ll save you?"

warnings: mention of blood, werewolf bite

The night air was thick with the scent of wet earth and pine, the forest swallowing the last remnants of moonlight. She ran, breath ragged, feet catching on roots and stones, but she could still hear it behind her. The growl, low and guttural. The snap of branches under something too heavy to be human.

Then came the impact.

She barely had time to turn before it was on her, weight crashing into her side like a wave of muscle and fury. The pain was immediate—a searing, white-hot explosion as fangs tore into the soft flesh of her shoulder. A scream ripped from her throat, lost to the night, and then—

Darkness.

She didn't know how long she lay there, half-buried in damp leaves, blood seeping into the hungry ground. When she forced her eyes open, the world swayed. The trees loomed over her, gnarled hands stretching toward a sky that had already forgotten her. Every nerve in her body screamed, but worse than the pain was the heat—burning her from the inside, pulsing through her veins like fire licking at kindling.

She had to move.

The fever set in before she even reached the road. Her limbs felt foreign, her head light, as though she were floating somewhere outside of herself. Every breath rattled against her ribs, and the bite—God, the bite—throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Klaus. She needed Klaus.

The world shifted around her, flickering between reality and something else. Something darker. The trees were no longer trees, but towering figures with hollowed-out eyes. The wind carried voices, whispering her name, pulling at her like unseen hands. Shadows crawled at the edges of her vision, melting into the corners of the road as she stumbled forward.

She pressed a trembling hand against her shoulder, feeling the warmth of blood still oozing sluggishly from the wound. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. She could already feel it spreading—this poison, this curse. If she didn’t make it to Klaus in time—

No. She wouldn’t think about that.

A car’s headlights flared in the distance, burning away the darkness for a moment. She raised her arm, her body screaming in protest, and staggered into the road, praying the driver would stop.

The last thing she saw before the fever took her under was the blur of a car door swinging open and the sound of her name, sharp and panicked, cutting through the night.

༊*·˚

The tires screeched against the pavement, the car swerving before lurching to a halt mere feet from her. The world blurred in and out of focus as she tried to steady herself, breath ragged, pulse erratic. The hunger gnawed at her ribs, sharp and insistent, but worse than that was the fever, the fire burning beneath her skin, spreading like poisoned veins of molten lead.

The door slammed. Footsteps. A voice—low, cautious, concerned.

"Miss? Are you—?"

She blinked, and the man was gone. No, not gone—changed. His skin sloughed away like candle wax, revealing something else beneath. His eyes stretched wide, too wide, black pits where his pupils should have been. His mouth twisted, split open with too many teeth, grinning at her like the night itself had given it form.

She stumbled back, breath catching in her throat. Her body screamed for blood, her fangs ached in her gums, but her hands were trembling, shaking so badly she could barely hold them up to defend herself.

"No," she rasped, though whether she was denying the hallucination or the hunger clawing at her insides, she didn't know.

The thing took a step forward, its voice slipping through the cracks in reality. "You reek of death. Of dying. It’s in your blood, your bones. Do you think he’ll save you?"

Klaus. She had to get to Klaus.

She turned, her limbs unsteady beneath her, and ran. The darkness chased her, the world warping and shifting at the edges of her vision. She didn’t stop to hear if the driver—if the thing—followed. She only knew she had to move, had to reach him before the fever swallowed her whole.

The trees loomed like silent giants, their skeletal arms clawing at the sky as she stumbled forward. Every breath burned, every muscle screamed, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

Her bare feet, torn and bloodied, sank into the damp earth, mud sucking at her heels as she ran. The sound of her own ragged breathing drowned beneath the thunderous pounding of hooves—no, footsteps—no, something else. She didn’t know what was chasing her, only that it was there, hidden in the black between the trees, whispering, laughing.

A sob tore from her throat. She glanced back, chest heaving, only to see shifting shadows where there should have been nothing. The moon twisted, stretching long, spindly fingers through the leaves, distorting the world into something unnatural.

Run.

The word pulsed through her, not as thought but as instinct, deep and primal. Her legs carried her forward, uneven and weak, her vision blurring with unshed tears. Her skin was burning, fevered, crawling from the inside out, and yet the cold night bit at her like she was already dead.

Dead.

No. She had to find him. She had to—

A branch snagged her shoulder, ripping through cloth and flesh, but she barely felt it. The pain in her arm was worse, spreading like wildfire, molten and unrelenting. Her veins burned, her head swam, and suddenly, the voices were in front of her, waiting.

She choked on a sob, skidding to a stop, eyes darting wildly between the trees. Shadows moved—no, they didn’t. Nothing was there. But something was. She could hear them breathing, hear them whispering, hear the slow, deliberate sound of hooves dragging across the forest floor.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, warm against the ice of her skin. Her hands trembled, fingers curling uselessly in the fabric of her torn dress.

Please.

She didn’t know if she had spoken the word aloud or if it was just another thought swallowed by the fever.

Something moved behind her. Close.

She ran.

And she ran.

Blindly, desperately—her breath hitching, her chest seizing with every ragged inhale. Her limbs burned, her body a betrayer, sluggish from the fever, the venom, the agony coursing through her veins like molten iron.

The night howled around her, branches snapping in the dark, shadows shifting at the edges of her vision. Were they real? Or just another trick of her fevered mind? It didn’t matter. The terror was real. The need to escape was real.

She could still hear them behind her. Footsteps—or hoofbeats—or the low, guttural growl of something closing in.

She didn’t dare look back.

The ground was unforgiving beneath her bare feet, cold and damp, littered with jagged stones and the gnarled roots of ancient trees. Her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way, but she couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

Then her foot caught—

A twist, a yank, a moment of weightlessness—

And then she was falling.

The world tilted, the sky flipping over itself, and her stomach lurched before she hit the ground with a brutal, bone-rattling force. Pain exploded through her body. Her shoulder throbbed, white-hot agony radiating outward, a cruel reminder of the bite that still festered, still burned.

The impact knocked the air from her lungs. For a moment, all she could do was gasp, her mouth opening, closing, struggling to pull in oxygen, her vision pulsing with black spots.

Move. Move. Move.

Her limbs flailed, dragging, clawing at the frozen earth, desperation overriding the pain. She had to keep going, had to get up, had to—

Hands.

Strong. Unyielding.

Grabbing her arms.

She screamed.

A raw, guttural sound, torn from the depths of her terror.

She fought. She thrashed, her nails catching on fabric, on skin, on something solid and real. She didn’t know what was holding her, who was holding her, and she didn’t care—she had to get away.

Tears streaked down her face, blinding her, turning the world into a haze of light and darkness. Her mind twisted, distorted, the fever dragging her under, making monsters of everything around her.

And then—

A voice.

Low. Familiar. Soothing.

“Shh, it’s me. It’s me, love.”

Her body convulsed with a sob, her head shaking violently, refusing, unable to believe it, unable to see past the horrors clawing at her mind.

“Look at me.” A plea. Gentle, commanding. Steady. “Look at me.”

And somehow—somehow—she did.

The world stopped its violent tilt.

The dark smears of night sharpened into clarity. And there—

There were his eyes.

Blue. So blue. A color she had known all her life, a color that had seen her in every light, every shadow. Blue like the ocean, like a storm-wracked sky, like something eternal.

Klaus.

Her lips parted, a broken sob escaping, and then—

She collapsed against him.

The last of her strength bled from her limbs, leaving her nothing but a trembling, fevered wreck in his arms. Her fingers curled into his shirt, weak, desperate. Her body shook violently, wracked with chills and pain, and he—

He just held her.

One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through sweat-dampened strands, the other curled protectively around her back, pressing her against the solid, unyielding warmth of him.

And then he saw it.

The bite.

His entire body locked.

The breath he had been holding slipped from his lungs in a sharp, lethal exhale. The world around him blurred—no trees, no cold, no night—nothing but that jagged wound carved into her skin.

A werewolf bite.

A death sentence.

His jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together, fury a sharp, electric thing in his veins. The scent of the infection, of the festering venom, coiled in the air like a promise of death. And he—

He knew exactly who had done this.

His grip on her tightened, barely restrained violence coiling in his muscles. Rage burned, hot and consuming, but it wouldn’t help her now. Not yet.

He forced himself to move, to act, to fix this before she slipped any further from him.

Without hesitation, Klaus brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, tearing through his own skin with the ease of long practice.

The blood welled instantly, dark and rich, dripping slow and steady. He didn’t wait for her to ask. He pressed it to her lips, his voice low, urgent.

“Drink.”

She didn’t move.

“Come on, love,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against hers, his fingers trembling where they brushed against her cheek. “Please.”

Her lips parted.

The first pull was weak. Barely there.

Then—then she latched on.

A sharp breath shuddered through him, relief and something deeper twisting in his chest.

He closed his eyes, his head tipping back as she drank, her mouth warm against his skin. He held her tighter, one arm firm around her, the other still stroking through her hair, soothing, comforting, desperate.

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured against her temple. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

And he did.

Even as fury seared through his veins.

Even as vengeance coiled in his gut.

Even as he swore to himself, to the night, to the gods who had long since stopped listening—

He would find the one who had done this.

And he would make them suffer.

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[fandoms--fluff]

GIRL GIRL GIRL RIGHT, I THOUGHT I WAS THE FIRST PERSON TO EVER THINK OF POLY!MIKAELSONS WITH LITTLE!READER (in my head i mean not like writing) BUT I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING PLEASE I BEG YOU I NEED MORE, GIVE ME MORE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

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Poly Mikaelsons with a Little Reader Headcannons

A/n: your wish is my command

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Klaus

You'd call him Daddy, and not any other, unlike some of the rest of your mommies and daddies

Like there'd be no reason for needing to call him anything else

Except the couple of times you copied Kol by saying 'Nik'. Which ended in Kol almost getting smacked by Klaus if freya hadn't intervened during those times

He'd definitely spoil you, not caring about Elijah's protests on the matter

He shows you his hybrid eyes to calm you down from a nightmare or a crying fit

^works like magic every time

This beautiful daddy is protective of you like nobody's business

It might as well be his full time job

He'd be the most possessive of you, especially when you regress into basically a baby, not being able to pit together a coherent sentence and just want to snuggle.

^which he would happily comply because even though it may not seem it, he'd be one of the biggest cuddlers, his wolf side playing right into it even moreso.

Elijah

You'd call him Daddy and sometimes when your tired or really regressed, call him Dada

But it's not an every day basis thing

In a very close 2nd place of how protective he is over you, to Klaus

To get you to go down for a nap, he'd walk around the abboiter's endless hallways while gently bouncing you in his arms until your snoozing peace and quietly

Would most likely buy and set up a baby monitor in your nursery to have even more reassurance of your safety even though his vamp hearing is way more reliable than the little machine. But none of the others say anything against it and let it be.

You'd sit with him in his study, coloring a sheet of paper with crayons, sat in his lap, as your Daddy reads through paperwork and boring adult vampire stuff

He'd be very soft with our that no one outside the family has seen or knows of. He'd sit with you in his bed or on the couch or in your nursery on the rocking chair and read you a story - mostly fairytales.

Paces kisses on the crown of your head

Kol

You'd call him Dada and nothing else - he's Dada and will always stay that way to you.

EXCEPT

When kol acts childishy himself (as he often does), he seems more like a best friend than a caregiver to you in those times, so then you'd call him Koly

^the rest of them may or may not be waiting for the moment where it's clear he's also a little cause like c'mon- but that's a discussion for another time

Would definitely be the one to go all out while playing with you, whether that ne setting up massive race tracks all around the abboiter for hot weel cars or creating high pitch voices for your barbie dolls and stuffed animals

He'd blow raspberries on your stomach, sending you into a fit of screeching laughter

Would 100% be labeled as the 'fun daddy'

He'd be the most disappointed when Rebekah banned them from ever dressing you again. He himself thought his outfit choices were incredible.

Would give you smooches all over your face, making you burst out into gleeful laughter

Rebekah

You'd call her Mama and Momma. Mama is used more, but you interchange it depending on your regressed state.

She'd treat you like a princess and almost spoils you as much as Klaus

She'd love buying you cute dresses and jewelry that's safe for you so you won't choke on it or hurt yourself.

She'd ban Elijah, Klaus, and Kol from ever dressing you after witnessing the horrendous outfits they put you in.

^ "this is a fashion nightmare what on earth were you thinking?!" Is a line said to all of them at different moments before she got them all together in a room and declared they're banned from dressing you any longer.

Would do your hair up in the cutest hairstyles, especially the ones with multiple braids

^it's calming for both you and her

She loves just laying with you on her bed. You snuggled into her closet and head nuzzled into her surprising warm vampire chest.

Suckling on her boobs before you're laid down for your bedtime or naps

Freya

You'd call her Mommy and sometimes Momma when you're more regressed. But she's your Mommy through and through.

She loves holding you in her arms and gets a tad disappointed when she has to put you down

^she'd 100% buy one of those adult wraps to hold you against her body

Would cast a protective charm on you so nothing happens to hurt you.

Having Mommy and Mama days with her and Rebekah>>>> they'd be the best!

Freya's the only other one who can still dress you without Rebekah going all 'power mad' (Kol's wording) because she knows her older sister has got the fashion sense that their brothers don't contain.

She'd place Kisses all over your face in the morning after you'd just woken up

Would sway you in her arms and sometimes she doesn't even realize she's doing so

[klausysworld]

Sinful

Klaus had become, to an extent, addicted to sex.

The amount of time he had spent indulging in his deepest fantasies over the course of a thousand years was unbelievable.

He had learned how to please himself and others.

He was able to tell what people liked or wanted just by their body language. He was able to tell what their darkest desires were.

Some girls were shyer with what they wanted, they would make him work for it and tease him. Klaus learned to enjoy the chase, the game of catching the girl and finally unraveling all those dirty little thoughts and playing with his new toy until she was all tired out and used.

Klaus often could't help himself but ruin women whenever they let him. The knowledge that they were his to break and claim turned him on enough and it was so easy for a man like him to push their limits and get whatever he wanted from them.

Girls would fall to their knees for him. The image of legs spreading was permanently engraved into his mind and the sweet scent of sex always span through his head.

As the centuries past by, woman had gotten a lot friskier. Much more forward and confident which made Klaus's desires much easier achieved. Especially in recent years, it meant he had been partaking in many more types of play.

From being in sex dungeons where he was able to literally use woman as personal fuck dolls to having someone restrain him and use him in return. There was very little Klaus would ever not do. There was also very little Klaus had not done aalready.

It was because of this, all this experience that he knew a girl like Y/n when he saw one.

She had been eyeing him as though he were nothing more than a piece of meat for her to sink her teeth into and as he trailed his eyes over her, he found himself doing the same back.

Y/n was what Klaus would call 'sex on a stick'.

She was gorgeous, flawless actually.

Legs long and toned, ass firm and round, waist tight and slender, breasts ample and tender, neck utterly delicious and biteable attached to a borderline angelic face.

But Klaus knew that she was no angel. No this girl was surely hand carved by the devil himself, utterly sinful.

Her eyes were dark under the dimly lit club lights. Admittedly Klaus had come there hoping to find someone to satisfy his needs but he hadn’t expected to be graced with a seductresses presence.

He looked right at her, soaking up the feeling of her attention. There was something daring about her gaze as though she were taunting him, testing to see if he would come over to her. Klaus didn’t bite the bait very often, he preferred for his women to come to him however he also knew how quickly someone like her could be snatched up.

Especially when he glanced around the club and noticed the other eyes she had on her.

He wouldn’t risk the opportunity to taste a treasure like her.

However when he moved to sit beside her, she pulled herself up and walked away from him. Klaus’s eyes narrowed in both annoyance and intrigue at the challenge as he followed her.

His hands slid up her hips and abdomen as she began to move along with the crowd in the centre of the room, the dance floor. Her body moved so smoothly that he could only imagine how well she could ride a man, how good her thrusts were. As her skin began to shine with heat, he pulled her closer to his body so that her squeezable ass could grind against his hard cock through his jeans.

Her head leant backwards until the back of it rest against her shoulder and he was presented with the site of such a delicious looking neck. Her hot breath tickled his ear in a way that sent shivers along his spine and made his hips press forward again.

His lips began to latch onto her skin, sucking and nipping up her throat slowly. A little giggle vibrated through her body as she kissed his ear teasingly and pulled her neck away from his mouth. A low growl left his chest and his hands gripped her body in need and possession.

She shifted round in his hold to face him. He pulled her right up close, squishing her breasts against him and sliding his hands down to her ass.

Klaus leaned forward so his face hovered just over hers. The music made it difficult for her to hear him but she watched as his lips moved. Eventually he spoke up, “I want you” he told her firmly and she laughed.

“You and everybody else” she answered, a taunting smile on her lips as she moved backwards but he wouldn’t let her get away from him. She was far too good to lose.

Klaus rolled his eyes and tugged her back to him, “Come on sweetheart” he hissed into her ear, his hands squeezing the firm flesh of her ass before kneading it. Y/n took slight amusement in her ability to have men all over her in the matter of seconds. Especially a man like him.

Someone like Klaus would get what he wanted, Y/n wasn’t a fool to that and she saw no bother in dragging it out too long but still, it was fun to watch the desperation set in.

She could feel how hard he was, how badly his body wanted her. Naturally she rubbed herself against him, allowing him that slight satisfaction to make his grip tighten further.

Y/n let out a little moan as the pain of how aggressively he held onto her ass, the mere idea of the things this man would do to her was enough to make her want him too.

Klaus responded to her display of pleasure and smacked her ass harshly to hear her breathy moan beside his ear. He breathed in the rich scent of her blood that pumped just below her silk-like skin.

The music vibrated through both their bodies as Y/n continued to move against him and welcome his eager hands as they groped and grabbed at everything she had to offer. Klaus slid his hand up to her throat and squeezed until he heard a sound of approval making his lips pull into a cruel smirk. He knew she was going to be something special.

Y/n could feel the delightful buzz of alcohol fuel her confidence as she brought her hand to cup his cock through his trousers. She caressed him firmly, enjoying how his hips ground back against her touch and his head tilted back in pleasure. Slight amusement made her lips twitch to a smirk as she squeezed his erection.

It took every ounce of control left in Klaus not to fuck her in front of all those people. Not to push her down onto her knees and fuck that perfect face until her vocal cords stopped working.

Fortunately for him Y/n could read his thoughts very well and slid her hands back up his body. She cupped his neck in her hands and smiled at him, her red lips curling enticingly.

"I hear there's a nice hotel a few streets over" she whispered, eyes shining with desire. Klaus nodded faintly, holding onto her hips as she lead them out of the club.

The cool air soothed his boiling body for a moment and he was able to think a little clearer. He pulled her flush against him making her squeal and stop walking, placing her hand on his chest and giving him a questioning look. Klaus, however, didn't have anything to say. He just desperately wanted to see her face in the moonlight, to feel her right there and then. Her hand felt like pure sin as he leant into it. Everything about her was sinful. And he loved it.

Y/n could see everything flashing through his eyes and slowly continued to guide him towards the block of hotels. Klaus was barely aware that his feet were moving as he felt all along her curves, stroking and squeezing as much as he could. Eventually they got into the building and after almost losing it and nearly taking her against the elevator wall, they got into a room.

Klaus finally let the animal in him out to play when they got inside. Her body was handled roughly as he threw her onto the bed and pinned her down with him on top of her.

Y/n laughed softly and ran her fingers through his hair as his lips and teeth attacked her jaw and neck. She laid back willingly and pet the beast that was so desperate to ravish her.

Her feet shifted to kick her heels off before she lifted one to press against her crotch, offering something for his throbbing cock to grind against. The contrast between his roughness and her softness stirred so much within him. Klaus couldn't help but tear the dress right off her body.

Y/n rolled her eyes to herself, wondering what she'd wear when she left in the morning but pushing the thought away when his big warm hands cupped her tits. His palms rolled over her nipples, before the heat of his mouth tugged at them.

"Fuck" she whispered breathily, her hand pushing his head encouragingly. Klaus had his eyes closed so she wouldn't see the wolf behind him as his tongue flicked over the hardened bud before switching to the other. His find could only imagine how gorgeous she would look with his cum splatted all over her tits. His hands squeezed them painfully as he pulled off her nipple with a loud 'pop'.

"I want to fuck these" He murmured, a growl to his voice that send a wave of warmth between her legs. Her hand lifted his chin, nails denting his skin as she pulled him up to kiss her lips at last.

They both moaned in unison as their tongues danced and played tauntingly at the other. Her fingers worked his clothes off his body, wanting him bare for her to touch and admire.

He pulled away from their passion as her hand tugged at his cock, he hadn't known himself to get quite so hard before. To the point where it pained him, he had to restrain himself from jerking himself off right then just to soothe himself. He knew if she tried to tease him that he wouldn't be able to help but cum. She knew it too.

Her hand stroked him firmly, once, twice, three times before he came with a loud guttural moan. Her humour filled laugh made his gut twist with humiliation but he couldn't overthink it. All he could think about was her.

"I hope you have more left in you" she teased and his skin blushed red as his wolf raged under the surface. He could see that she expected him to get embarrassed and defensive so he tried especially hard not to. Instead he simply rolled his eyes and pulled her against him again. His lips moulded back against hers and his hands caressed down to her hips.

"Don't mock me yet sweetheart, you won't last much longer than I" he muttered, brushing his fingertips over the soaked lips of her pussy. Her moans were like heaven and hell twisted together and he lusted for more of them.

The pad of his thumb caressed her clit slowly to begin with, teasing and spreading her wetness before a finger sunk into her. Y/n's eyes went back into her head and her teeth bit into her lip as she rolled her hips to feet his touch. The tightness of her cunt made his cock twitch again while his fingers worked her up.

"You like this sweetheart?" He murmured as his knuckles bent inside her and he stretched her with a second finger. Y/n nodded with a moan, bucking her hips to feel the delightful friction against her clit. "Your pussy feels so soft" He mumbled, more to himself than her but she still her heard him.

A breathless laugh left her as he pumped three fingers inside her, his eyes locked onto the way her cunt wept for him and the way her clit pulses with need. His thoughts blurred together as his hand sped him, effectively fucking her until her nails clawed at the sheets as her walls spasmed around his fingers. His breathing was as heavy as hers as he lifted his fingers to his lips and licked her fresh orgasm off of his skin.

Y/n was looking up at the ceiling, panting as she calmed down only for his hot tongue to press against her cunt. She cried out in pleasure, legs spreading for him to fully indulge himself between them.

He lapped at her like a man starved, his tongue curling passionately until the familiar taste of her cum filled his mouth again.

Y/n pushed him onto his back, kissing his lips deeply and forcing a groan out of him. Her hands caressed up his body to his chest. He grunted and his back arched when she sat on his cock, her pussy swallowing it whole.

"Fuck- angel!" he moaned and Y/n let out a soft laugh as she slowly rocked her hips, getting familiar with the feel of his dick inside her.

"Don't call me that" she whispered and he grunted, bucking his hips up in time with hers so that smack of their skin could be heard.

"Why not, angel?" he muttered, a little amused until his eyes locked onto hers.

Y/n's eyes were entirely black when he looked into them, in response his went gold against his will and a choked groan left him as she bounced faster on top his cock.

"Because I'm not an angel" she told him, her voice much lower and almost smoky as her words sunk in.

Klaus had no time to react before her teeth were in his throat.

An ironic turn of events for the hybrid as the demon fed on his soul.

Klaus's mind was a haze for the following hours though he was vaguely aware of what he was doing and the pleasure she was giving him.

The feel of her wicked tongue wrapped around the head of his cock was burned into his memory. Her pussy took him time after time again until they were both trembling with overstimulation.

Eventually they both passed out.

He woke a while later, when the sun was high in the sky.

He was laid beneath the covers with Y/n tucked to his chest. Visions of her true form flashed through his head and a slight feeling of fear mixed with the prominent intrigue he felt.

His body was heavy, too heavy for him to get up and he truly had to wonder what she had done to him and what she planned to do.

When she woke, she behaved as though it were a normal one-night stand. She smirked at him as he watched her get changed from the bed. Before she left she came to his side and stroked the side of his face, her touch so hot that it sizzled his skin,

"Don't worry Niklaus, your strength will restore" she whispered and his brows pulled together when she uttered his name though his heart sped up at her following sentence; "When I feel that you're ready, I'll find you again." She warned him as she kissed his lips and left.

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HIYA GORGEOUS!! I absolutely adore all that you write and here I am once again to request something (tbh I’ll always be here to request things 🤭). So I’d like to request…

y/n (aka me) is Elijah's best friend but she's never met Klaus, only heard about him. one day she surprises Eli for his birthday so she walks in the compound, not knowing that Klaus is there too. she and Elijah exchange hellos then talk for a bit and before they can leave (Elijah is subtly trying to rush her out), Klaus hears her voice and comes downstairs. I'll leave the details to you but she and Klaus instantly hit it off so much so that it makes Elijah jealous (he's always had a thing for y/n but never said anything be he's afraid of losing their friendship). again, leaving the details to you. can we make it a 2-parter? 1 is jealousy/angst w/ implied smut between y/n and Klaus & 2 is Elijah confessing to y/n his feelings which lead to their first time sex and possible future relationship.

Sorry love if this is too much, it's okay if you're not up for it though! Thanks for even indulging me! 🤍

Mine

THIS SCENE MAKES ME GO FERAL

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part One

A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet Aurora!! This one was a blast to write. But implied smut with Klaus??? Nahhh. No half-measures here. This is for all my Klaus girlies. You can't fix him, but you sure can fuck him. ♡♡

5k words - Warnings: smutttt {with Klaus}, rough sex, mild choking, Klaus being the drama, Elijah hiding his feelings & Rebekah judging you.

{Part Two}

You came rushing through the gates of the compound, carrying so many shopping bags that you could barely see. Your arms felt on fire, but a little strain was worth it all when you remembered who you were doing this for.

Tonight was Elijah's big birthday bash, put together by you and Rebekah, and you wanted everything to be perfect. Elijah had become one of your closest friends, and this celebration was your chance to show him how much he meant to you.

"Eli, I have so much stuff for the party. Where should I put it all?" you ask once you got far enough into the house.

Elijah emerged from the grand living room and came into the foyer to help you. He had an odd look on his face, but you couldn't really pinpoint it exactly. He took the bags from your arms and carried them himself.

"Don't look in them! I want it to be a surprise!" You said, putting your hands over his eyes and guiding him towards the table.

Elijah chuckled, "Fine, Fine. Are you sure all of this is necessary?"

"Absolutely." you said, uncovering his eyes. "You only turn 1040 once," you joked, causing the pair of you to laugh.

It was over-the-top as shit, but a girl had to take any opportunity to give a Mikaelson a birthday they would remember, and then some.

Elijah's smile faltered a bit as he looked around the courtyard nervously. "Will you be returning home to get ready for tonight?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

"I'm actually getting ready here with Bekah, why? Have a hot date you are hiding from me?" You teased, unaware of the way Elijah's body stilled at your words.

"Oh no darling, no date, just a brother he wants to hide," said an accented voice from the second level balcony.

Elijah let out a rough sigh as you turned to see Klaus stepping down the stairs towards you both.

You had heard of the legendary hybrid of course, but since you met Elijah you had yet to run into him. In fact, this was the first time you had seen Klaus in person and were unaware of the true look of him. Which made you almost go weak in the knees.

He was hot, like 'fuck me right now hot' and it took everything in you not to drool. It didn't surprise you, all the other Mikaelsons were extremely attractive, so it only stood to reason their infamous hybrid brother would be also.

You could tell by the look on his face he found you just as attractive, and with a devilish smirk, he seemed to say ‘I will fuck you right now if that's what you wish’

"Hello love, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he drawled before bringing your hand up and kissing it softly.

You wanted to hate him. Klaus had been notorious for so long for his tantrums and viciousness. But one look and just a touch from his lips and you knew you were doomed.

"T-Thanks," you said, pulling your hand back.

Klaus tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Are you blushing for me? Can't say I blame you, love," he said cockily.

Elijah rolled his eyes at his younger brother's antics, but as Klaus lingered on your skin he felt a stir of possessiveness settle in his bones. He cleared his throat, shooting his brother a glare,

"I would love some help setting up the party for your brother," you asked Klaus, hoping to spend more time with him, his charm quite intriguing.

"It's alright, I can help you," Elijah insisted, not wanting Klaus to interact with you for a multitude of reasons.

"It's supposed to be a surprise for you Eli,” you pouted, which caused Elijah to soften at your cuteness.

"I've got it handled, Eli," Klaus teased, emphasizing the nickname you used for him.

Elijah looked between the two of you, clearly wanting to decline your request and keep you both apart. But alas, for some reason, he couldn't come up with a legitimate reason.

Klaus grabbed your bags and walked off, you began to follow, turning back to give Elijah a wide smile. "See you tonight, birthday boy," you exclaimed happily before hurrying off after the younger Mikaelson.

You spent all afternoon decorating with Klaus, who insisted you call him Nik. He was somewhat sweet but full of himself. Yet, you enjoyed his company, he had a good eye for décor and matched your vision effortlessly.

"Have I accomplished my mission?" he asked. He brought a champagne bottle up, pouring two glasses and giving you one.

You leaned against the pillar with him and clinked your drinks together. "I'd say so, yes. Thank you so much for helping me."

"It was no trouble at all," Klaus said, then smirked at you over his glass. "You are quite stunning, love."

You grinned at his comment, "you should see me after I get all dressed up for tonight," you flirted, even though it sounded more like a challenge to him.

Klaus downed his drink then placed it on the table. Without warning, he pinned you to the pillar and trapped you against him. "Oh I plan on doing more than looking tonight," he said as his hungry eyes traveled over your body.

"I see you two have finally met, how wonderful," Rebekah commented, disrupting the moment.

You laughed nervously, glad for the interruption, gently pushing Klaus off of you. As much as you wanted to jump Klaus then and there, something held you back. And you knew what, or rather, who was keeping you from acting on your desires...

"We were just having some champagne," you tell her, taking another drink.

"I see that, the decorations look amazing by the way," she complimented as she poured herself a glass as well. "Catering has arrived, they are setting everything up downstairs," she informed you, letting you know you should probably get ready.

"I'll go get dressed then. Thank you again, Nik." You smiled at him again, and he grinned in response.

"I think I'm owed a dance for my hard work," he told you as you walked away with Rebekah.

You looked over your shoulder at him and gave him a wink, excited for the party to begin.

Once you were upstairs and away from Klaus, Rebekah spoke quietly to you. "Be careful with him, he's not like Elijah," she warned you.

"No one is like Elijah," you chuckled a bit, ignoring the pang of sadness you felt at the realization you would probably never be with the older Mikaelson.

The two of you spent your time getting ready, sipping on champagne and discussing the numerous guests who would be arriving. You got a little too buzzed, but you were excited and also needed some courage to face an unknown quantity of vampires.

Rebekah always had impeccable taste, helping you pick out a skin tight dress that came a few inches above your knees and accentuated every curve on your body. Adding even more with the tall black heels you slipped on, showing off your legs.

"I'm afraid I might have gone too far," Rebekah chuckled as she applied your makeup, making you look smolderingly hot.

"You think?" You asked sarcastically.

"You look like vampire bait and I'm sure it's going to drive him mad," she snorted, taking another drink.

"Who?" You looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed a smudge of lipstick.

Rebekah gave you a knowing look, but stayed quiet and you just smiled back at her innocently.

When everything was ready and all the guests started arriving, you and Rebekah made a grand entrance into the main parlor. Elijah was talking with someone when his eyes caught you across the room, you wandered over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Happy birthday," you whispered in his ear, as his arms pulled you tighter to him.

"Thank you so much," he said, pulling back just enough to smile at you, his face growing even brighter when he really looked at you.

You noticed the way his eyes traced your figure, taking you all in. The way they darkened a bit with pure desire, making you instantly become hot all over. But it was probably just your imagination, brought on by all the champagne you've been drinking.

You almost made a move right then, but the person he was conversing with interrupted and you found yourself drawn away by Bekah and her friends. Leaving Elijah to watch you from afar as you conversed with them, laughing and drinking.

Hours later, you were still in the middle of the large group of people, even dancing to the music that was blaring through the place. You saw Elijah dancing with a beautiful woman and you wanted to be happy for him, but then the woman whispered in his ear and touched his chest, and your mood immediately soured.

You went to the bar to get a drink, deciding more alcohol might be what you needed to wash away all your confused feelings.

"Thirsty, love?" Asked a familiar voice in your ear as your body was pulled back to collide with a strong chest. You could smell the scent of Klaus's cologne and instantly felt turned on.

"Very," you said, downing your entire shot.

He spun you around to look into your eyes, both of his hands on your waist, drinking in your appearance.

"You didn't have to do all this for me," Klaus teased, his eyes on your chest as he licked his lips. "I'm a sure thing, darling, you know that,"

You couldn't help but laugh. He may have been a lot of things, but he was definitely entertaining. You shook your head, but smiled all the same.

"I only ever dress up for myself, Nik," you sassed back to him, looking up through your lashes.

A slow smirk came to Klaus's face as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. He hummed into the kiss and his grip tightened on you. He pulled away, your lipstick was still on his lips.

You giggled and wiped it off, as he ordered you another drink. Not that you really wanted one but damn, he was good at persuading people.

"I recall that you owe me a dance," he reminded you, taking a sip of his own beverage.

"Oh?" You said innocently, fiddling with the many necklaces he was wearing. "I don't remember agreeing to anything," you flirted.

"Well, perhaps a private dance then," he teased, giving you a mischievous smile.

"Maybe I'll surprise you later," you whispered, leaning in and sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and playfully biting it, loving the look of surprise and arousal on his face.

Then you turned and sauntered away, leaving him standing there at the bar to watch you. You were definitely going to end up in his bed tonight, but you wanted to make him squirm a little. Or rather, a lot.

You moved through the crowd to see Elijah and the woman dancing close, whispering things to each other. Well, actually, only she was talking. He seemed like he wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation she was having with him.

You gave him a wave and a smile, pointing at the woman and giving him an encouraging thumbs up. You don't know why you did it. Your chest did funny things seeing him with someone else though.

He returned your smile but didn't do much else before she spoke in his ear again and he allowed her to lead him out of the crowd.

You guessed Elijah was tired of his own party and went off to have some fun, and you were determined to have the same.

Klaus found you sitting on the couch, a cocktail and a plate of various snacks in front of you. You were thoroughly bored as you couldn't find him again.

He came from behind and crashed beside you, taking the glass out of your hand and finishing it, then set it aside.

"Hey! That was mine," you scolded playfully.

Klaus put his arm around you and kissed your neck. "How about you stop pretending you're enjoying yourself and come upstairs with me?" He suggested.

You laughed, and then he abruptly pulled you up and practically carried you through the door leading upstairs, pinning you to the wall at the top of the steps.

"Nik," you tried to say while laughing. "You can't just haul me off and have your way with me," you protested as his lips got closer to yours.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he taunted, bringing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, everything moving so fast. Klaus didn't even give you a chance to respond, lifting you so your legs wrapped around him.

He walked into a room and shut the door, setting you down on his desk. You realized that you were in his infamous art studio, looking around as Klaus hovered over you. You felt his lips on your neck, kissing every inch until you moaned.

Then he found the tiny zipper of your dress and slid it down, exposing your breasts. He smirked, reaching to tweak your nipple as he took you in. "Well then, love. Now I truly see why my brother has hidden you from me," he said huskily.

You giggled at his compliment but then you couldn't form words as he yanked the rest of your dress off you. You sat on the desk naked, save for your heels and nothing else.

"Dear lord, you are gorgeous," Klaus muttered, touching you everywhere.

You pulled him close by his shirt collar and locked lips. You bit his bottom lip harshly and he growled, his eyes flashing gold. The way his eyes changed on you was the hottest thing you've seen.

You pulled his shirt off him, tossing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt, wanting him as naked as you were. Once you had him bare, you raked your nails down his chest and he chuckled.

"You want to play rough, don’t you love?" He whispered as he nipped at your neck.

"Maybe," you teased, "what are you going to do about it?" You questioned, leaning back on the desk a little and spreading your legs for him, getting wet at the promise of a wild night.

Klaus's breath hitched when you touched yourself for him, his eyes completely transfixed on you. He was definitely intrigued by how confident you were.

"Well then," he growled before he roughly pinned your legs open, his hands squeezing your thighs harshly. He brought your body to the edge of the desk, kneeling in front of you as he ran a thumb over your dripping wet center.

He hummed at your scent as he pulled you forward a bit more to devour you, making you yelp in surprise, your hands tugging on his curls.

He was good, really good, and your toes curled at the pleasure you were receiving. It only got better when you saw his golden eyes as he gazed at you with a possessive glint, the vibrations from his own groans of enjoyment hitting you just right.

But before you could climax he pulled back and stood up, making you whimper and sit up on the desk, wanting him to continue.

Klaus chuckled at your impatience, pulling you into another searing kiss as you moaned. He broke it and gave you a smug smile, before wrapping his hand around your throat.

You were panting with need, your hand moving down to his cock and he hissed at your touch. He moved forward so he was resting between your thighs again as you stroked him slowly.

You both stayed this way for a moment, staring at each other. Until finally Klaus couldn't stand it any longer and roughly turned you around to face the desk. He pushed on your back until you were bent over on the wood, making you giggle with anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard, turning your giggle into a gasp as you looked back at him. He did it again and again until it was stinging. You wanted him so badly, it was unbearable.

You reached back for him and he lined up his cock to your entrance, sliding it up and down a few times until you were nearly shaking. He finally gave in and pushed into you, his hand tugging your hair until you arched into him, and he sank into the hilt.

He hissed at the sensation and you were about to tell him to move but he started fucking you without you needing to, hard and rough and perfect. He had you moaning with each thrust as you grabbed onto the desk, holding on tight as his body collided with yours, skin slapping as you got closer to climaxing.

It was hot and a little dirty, just what you had needed. Your moans only spurred him on as his hands explored your body while he took you from behind. The force of his thrusts causing items on his desk to clatter to the floor, but you both were far too gone to care.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back into him, making you stand so his other hand could roam your front. He moved up to massage your breast while pinching and tugging on your nipple until you moaned. He was clearly determined to make you come first and was going to enjoy doing it.

"Nik!" you whined his name when he pinched you a bit too harshly. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing the skin as he left hickeys.

You tilted your head for him and he smirked, licking your pulse point and gently nibbling. His thrusting becoming erratic as his hand slipped to your clit to rub fast circles until your legs started trembling and you let out a scream as your orgasm crashed into you.

He hummed in approval and thrust into you a few more times before you felt him filling you up with his cum, and you giggled from the sensation. He released you from his grasp and you leaned back down on the desk, turning around to face him.

You both were sweaty and exhausted but extremely satisfied. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, placing soft kisses all over your face as you giggled again, trying to move away from him.

He grabbed your dress and handed it to you before slipping on his pants, leaving his shirt off. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and then turned away, starting to pick up the fallen objects from his desk and placing them in their correct places.

You watched him in a daze, your body tingling as you pulled your dress back on.

"So, love, my room is right next door, if you care to continue our celebration?" He said with a smug smirk, giving you a wink.

You giggled again and nodded, knowing it was probably the alcohol giving you your confidence, but you were going to ride the wave (and him) until the end. 

Klaus woke to find you peacefully asleep in his bed. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead as you stirred slightly.

It was quite a night.

He took his time to admire your body and then your beautiful face. The way your eyelashes brushed your cheekbones as you slept, and your lips were parted slightly.

He got out of bed and got dressed, heading downstairs to find some blood and coffee. Elijah was in the kitchen reading his morning paper and looking every bit as dignified as always.

Klaus poured himself some coffee and started drinking it. He glanced around and saw there was no one else there but his brother, and he was smirking before he even opened his mouth.

"How was your night, Elijah?" He asked teasingly.

Elijah took his time to respond. He folded his paper up, placing it beside him as he eyed his younger brother suspiciously, he always had an innate sense to when Klaus was up to something.

"Quite fine. Why do you ask?"

Klaus's smirk grew bigger. He didn't say anything else and went about making himself something to eat. He felt Elijah's eyes boring into him the whole time, knowing that he wanted an answer but Klaus wouldn't give it to him just yet. He just loved torturing his big brother, even after a thousand years it was still highly entertaining.

"Your friend is an excellent host," Klaus started off with, his back turned as he chopped some fruit to put into a smoothie. He could almost hear the wheels turning in Elijah's mind as he tried to figure out where Klaus was going with this. "You really should have introduced me to her sooner."

Elijah sighed heavily. Klaus glanced behind him, and he had an annoyed expression on his face. He wasn't getting anything from Elijah so he turned to face him, his smirk returning.

"I showed her how much I appreciated her hard work last night. Several times actually, in my studio, a few times in my bed and then in the shower," he added as his smirk got wider and his tone became suggestive. "I dare say I've never been ridden so spectacularly before in all my years,"

Elijah abruptly stood, opening his mouth to say something, but that's when Klaus turned on the blender. Looking at Elijah apologetically and holding a finger to his ear and shrugging his shoulders.

"What's the matter brother?" he shouted over the blender. "You look a bit upset. You know it's not very healthy to bottle up all of your feelings,"

He stopped the blender and poured himself a glass, then another for Elijah as he handed it to him. Elijah just glared at him and poured the smoothie down the drain, setting the glass in the sink.

"That's rather rude, Elijah," he scolded teasingly. "I made that just for you,"

"Have you no shame, Niklaus?" He asked harshly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Noooo, shame is for boring people," he taunted. "Why are you so upset? Aren't you happy for your friend? I can assure you that she enjoyed herself immensely,”

Elijah snapped. He couldn't take anymore. He walked over and grabbed Klaus by the shirt collar, and shoved him against the wall roughly, holding him in place.

"You know how I feel about her and yet you slept with her anyway," Elijah seethed.

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "If you want her, then you should of taken her yourself," he snapped, his eyes flashing gold in challenge. "It's your loss anyway," he added, shoving him back and adjusting his collar, then smoothing out his shirt.

Elijah was livid. He knew it was just Klaus's way of being obnoxious, but that didn't make it any easier to handle.

"I can't get the vision of her tits bouncing in my face out of my mind, Elijah," Klaus taunted him again. "Perhaps if you're lucky, you'll get to experience it for yourself," he said, brushing past his brother and walking away with a laugh.

You woke in Klaus' bed with a terrible hangover and an empty spot beside you. You sat up, your head spinning a bit as the memories of the night before came flooding back.

Oh God, you slept with Elijah's brother.

You covered your face in embarrassment. You got drunk, got laid and it was with the worst person you possibly could of picked.

Elijah was going to kill you. He's been protecting you from his brother and here you go, having sex with him in his bed. You could imagine how disappointed he was in you right now.

You quickly got dressed and made your way downstairs, needing some coffee and possibly a few pain pills to try and take the edge off your headache.

Klaus was walking away from the kitchen, a devious smirk on his face. When he saw you, his grin got even bigger, but he said nothing, just gave you a wink.

You turned red in embarrassment and dashed into the kitchen, finding Elijah sipping his morning coffee while reading his paper. He looked up when he saw you enter and then he folded the paper and placed it on the island.

"Morning," he started off in a professional tone. You hated how he sounded.

You grabbed a mug and poured the liquid into it. Elijah was silent as he waited for you to face him, and once you had taken a few sips, he was standing in front of you.

He pushed your hair off your neck and a flash of Klaus' mouth sucking and nibbling on you last night, appeared in your mind. You were definitely covered in marks and hickeys.

"I see you had fun," Elijah muttered, and you saw him look over your appearance, the slight smudged make-up, messy hair and rumpled dress from last night.

He wasn't usually one to judge someone else's life choices, but this was his brother and you. It seemed more personal.

You blushed and pushed your hair back over your shoulder, so his eyes would stop staring at your neck. You needed a cold shower or something, the entire night was still feeling extremely vivid.

"Look Elijah, I'm so sorry, he just caught me at the right moment and I got a little drunk and..." you trailed off, taking a drink of coffee to calm your nerves. You really didn't have any good excuse to give him.

"It's alright, you can be with whoever you choose," Elijah stated in a collected tone.

You frowned and saw him adjusting his cuff-links. A sure sign he was upset. He always did that when he was angry or hiding what he was truly feeling.

"It was just a one time thing," you added, but you felt like he wasn't listening to you anymore.

Elijah was acting strange. Sure he could be an enigma sometimes, but this was different. He looked determined but a little annoyed, and you weren't quite sure how to read the situation. You decided to steer the conversation away from Klaus and what had happened between you two.

"How was your night?" You finally thought to ask. "I saw you leave with a woman, you looked like you were having fun," you said it teasingly, hoping it would lighten up the mood.

But now it was his turn to blush.

"Fine, really. It was fine," he muttered, fixing the already perfect knot in his tie. Now that was definitely something. Elijah rarely ever got tongue tied. "We kissed and I walked her home," he added, his lips pressing together in a firm line.

"That's all? You didn't...well, you know?" You questioned hesitantly.

"One night stands aren't my forte," he replied, giving you a soft smile. "When I take a woman to bed, I make her mine," his words were possessive and he hadn't taken his eyes off you.

The two of you weren't the kind of friends who discussed your sex life with each other. So when he said this, your cheeks turned hot and your imagination went wild. The idea of him holding you down and having his wicked way with you was something you were definitely interested in.

You both were staring at each other, the tension growing by the second. Then you looked away, you couldn't possibly fuck another Mikaelson in the same twelve hour period. Besides, Elijah meant far more to you than Klaus ever could. Sex with him would probably lead you somewhere complicated, and you didn't want to ruin what you had right now.

The situation was way too weird.

"Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" You decided to ask, breaking the silence and steering the conversation away from sex. You just wanted to spend some time with him. "Maybe come up to my place? I don't work the next two days," you added, hopeful he would agree to spend time with you, even though he always did, but this time you felt more nervous about it.

It would help things get back to normal, as normal as they could be after what happened with Klaus.

"Sure, Klaus and Rebekah won't be home tomorrow if you would like to come over here instead?" He suggested, your eyes meeting his again.

He had such an intense way of staring into your eyes, that it almost felt like he was looking into your soul.

"Well, it's your birthday so whatever you would like to do," you stated, giving him a sweet smile.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You grabbed it from your purse and opened the new text from Klaus: 

- I'm available if you ever need something to ride again.

You quickly put down your phone, forgetting you had given him your number. You decided you were going to ignore it. There was no way you were going there again.

Elijah looked curious but didn't press.

"I better go home," you said, finishing your coffee and putting it in the sink.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, stepping closer and giving you gentle kiss on the cheek.

You said bye to him and walked out of the kitchen to the courtyard where Rebekah and Klaus were arguing. They both looked over at you, their argument stopping when they noticed you.

"Hello darling," Klaus greeted, his eyes raking over you. Flashes of your evening together running through your mind, and you quickly looked away from him.

Rebekah looked between the two of you and you could see her trying to figure it out, her eyes widening as she stared at you. You quickly hurried out of the compound before either of them could say another word.

{Part Two}

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One Bed

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, One-shot, 7.4k words, request

Summary: You are the lead singer in Lila's band, touring with the other Hargreeves and spending nights in run-down roadside motels. One night you and Five are forced to share a room... and you guessed it... there was only one bed!

A/N: @voteforevilthoughts this one's for you, babe! 😽

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, oral sex (giving and receiving)

One Bed

The tour seemed to be going ok. It wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, having to share a shitty bus with six other people while you drove from the venues to an equally shitty motel night after night. But, hey, this is what you wanted and you were finally getting to show off your amazing vocal talents. Your bandmates were cool for the most part. Lila was fucking nuts, but you liked her, and you thought she and Diego made a cute pair. Viktor was a talented musician and easy to talk to. 

You were also traveling with the other Hargreeves siblings. Allison was the band manager and was the one that booked all of the gigs and made sure everyone got paid accordingly. If anyone tried to stiff them, she rumored them into paying what they were owed, and then some. Luther was basically a roadie, helping to carry amps and other heavy equipment. He also served as security if the crowd started getting a little too rowdy. Klaus tagged along, mostly for the fun of it, and because he liked listening to the band play. He also drove the bus and usually picked the motels for the night, which was why they were usually sketchy at best.

Then there was Number Five.

You weren’t really sure why Five was there, other than to make everyone’s life less enjoyable. Mostly he just scowled and made snarky remarks, and sometimes took over driving when Klaus got too tired. On those occasions, no one was allowed to stop for bathroom breaks or detours, because he was “making good time”. Although you noticed he had no problem stopping to see the World’s Largest Spatula that took you twenty minutes out of your way.

The band was technically Lila’s, even though she was the drummer. The Prime 8’s was a punk band and hadn’t really made it big yet, but you were hoping that since you signed on you could change that. 

Back in Lila’s Commission days, and when The Handler was training her to use her own powers, she would use the Infinite Switchboard to search for other superpowered kids to try and mimic. Her mother would bring her within the vicinity of another child’s powers so she could learn how to use her own. When Lila had found you, she saw that you were also a little off-kilter and liked loud, punk music. You wore short skirts with black boots and dyed your hair whatever color you were feeling at that moment. As a teenager, you rebelled against your parents and got several tattoos and piercings in various places that they wouldn’t find. 

Lila was drawn to your fun personality and you and she became friends and kept in touch. When the last lead singer had quit to go off with another band, Lila immediately contacted you. As it so happened, you had been looking for a band to join, so it worked out perfectly. Plus, you would be amongst others that had powers, so you wouldn’t have to feel weird being the odd man out.

Your power was temperature manipulation. Growing up, you had never thought of it as a particularly useful power, but over the years you had come to appreciate it. And it always came in handy on super hot days or freezing cold ones. Your body was always the perfect temperature.

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“Move your feet,” Five demanded in that ultra-superior tone of his.

He was standing in the aisle of the bus, glaring down at you in the seat that you had just plopped into. You were headed to another crappy roadside motel for the night, after finishing a show, and you were exhausted. Your feet were resting on the seat next to yours so that you could sprawl out and maybe take a nap.

“Why should I move?” you asked in annoyance. “There’s like six other seats to choose from.”

“Correct. There are six other seats you can choose to sit in.”

“What is your problem?”

“My problem is that your feet are in my seat. That’s where I was sitting on the way to the venue and now I would like my seat back.”

“Five!” you cried, bunching your hands into fists and hitting your thighs with them in a tiny temper tantrum. “Is it possible for you to not be a total dick all the time?”

Five paused, as if he were considering the question. “Feet. Off.”

You made a loud growling noise, but ended up moving your feet and letting him sit down. You knew he wasn’t going to let it drop, so you might as well just give in. You huffed quietly and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the cold window. To make it a little more comfortable to rest your head on, you placed your palm to the glass and warmed it a few degrees. 

“Everybody good?” Klaus yelled back from the driver’s seat.

There was a chorus of tired-sounding responses and Klaus pulled out onto the highway. It was dark out and the bus interior lights were dimmed. Next to you, Five crossed one leg over the other, his knee brushing against your bare thigh that was exposed under your skirt. You felt a little shiver as the fine wool of his pants met your smooth skin. If Five noticed, he pretended not to. Instead he took a sip of the coffee he had and then leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes.

You took the opportunity to study his face while he wasn’t looking. You were pretty sure the guy didn’t have one soft curve anywhere on his body. He was all sharp angles; chiseled like a Greek statue and just as beautiful. 

You found yourself wondering just what exactly he had going on under those suits he wore all the time. They were definitely tailored to show off his trim physique, but you had never seen him in anything else. You had a feeling he was a lot stronger than he looked. People that carry themselves the way he did knew they had something good. Big dick energy; and Five certainly had that.

As you ruminated on whether or not it was just the energy he had or the real deal, your eyes traveled slowly up his legs and abdomen. Your top teeth caught on your bottom lip as you stared. When your eyes drifted back up to his face again, his eyes were open.

He turned his head just slightly in your direction, a tiny smirk on his face. “Can I help you with something?”

Your face heated up and it had nothing to do with your powers. You quickly looked away. “Not really, no.”

Five picked his head up from the back of the seat, clearly amused that he caught you checking him out. “Want me to stand up, honey? Give you the full view?”

Your cheeks burned even hotter. He could have spared you the embarrassment and pretended not to have noticed. But no. He had to be a giant asshole about it.

“Fuck off,” you spat out.

Five just gave you that dickish grin of his and settled back into his seat, uncrossing his legs. He spread them just enough for his knee to touch yours again. The super smug look on his face had you opening your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Since you were at a loss for words, you retaliated by grabbing his coffee cup out of his hands. 

“Hey!” he yelled.

You said nothing, just stared him in the eyes as your hand that held the coffee turned a bright white and small ice crystals formed on the outside of the cup. When you were satisfied that it had been long enough, you handed it back to Five with an overly-sweet smile.

He snatched it from your hand and removed the top, peering inside. As suspected, it had been transformed into a solid lump of black ice.

“Enjoy that, honey,” you cooed, before turning back to the window with a satisfied smile.

“Fuck,” you heard Five grumble under his breath before tossing the entire thing into the trash can that was sitting a few feet away. You smiled even bigger and closed your eyes.

The Forest View motel had neither a forest nor a view in its vicinity, but it did have cheap rooms and beds that did not appear to contain any vermin, so it was deemed passable for one night’s stay. After checking in, everyone split up into their normal pairs of roommates. Lila and Diego. Luther and Viktor. Klaus and Five. And you and Allison.

After stepping into your room, Allison claimed the bed nearest the door, as always, and turned back the bedspread before climbing in. 

“I’m exhausted,” she breathed out, closing her eyes as her head hit the pillow.

“Don’t you want to shower?” you asked.

She waved a hand in the air. “I’ll do it in the morning. You go ahead.”

You gathered your toiletries and pajamas up and headed to the bathroom. You thought Allison was being a bit dramatic considering she wasn’t the one that had been dancing and wailing at the top of her lungs for two hours, but whatever. A nice hot shower was calling your name.

As you turned the water on and let it run for a while, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. While you were mid-way through flossing, you started to hear voices drifting through the paper-thin walls between your room and the next one. The voices were muffled, and some of the words were cut off, but you could still make out most of what they were saying. You could tell that it was Klaus and Five.

“I saw you snuggled up with… the bus,” Klaus said.

“Was NOT snuggled… wouldn’t move her stupid feet!” Five argued.

“Uh huh… that’s what it looked like.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying… the way you look at her.”

“And how do I look at her?”

“Like you… starving… haven’t… ten years… Las Vegas buffet.”

You heard incoherent grumblings from Five. “ … an idiot!”

“I’m not blind, Fivey. Admit… she’s cute.”

More angry muttering was heard and you could picture Five over there, all tense and wound tight.

“I can tell by… face… you do,” Klaus said with a laugh.

“So what if I do? … means nothing.”

“Make a move. You… want to.”

“Klaus… shut… fuck up.”

“Ok, but… saying… I see her… you too. It’s… obvious… crush on you.”

“Drop it.”

After that, you didn’t hear anymore, but you stood there with a piece of dental floss hanging out of your mouth while you stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of you.

Klaus thinks I have a crush on Five? And Five thinks I’m cute?

As you got into the luke-warm shower that you warmed up a couple of degrees with your powers, you had a lot to think about. Did you have a crush on Five? He was a no-fun asshole, but he was actually pretty funny with his sarcastic comments and dry wit. And he was obviously very smart. He also made you feel weird little fluttery sensations in your stomach when he looked at you. You shook your head as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. You must be crazy.

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The next day, you kept thinking back on the conversation you had heard the night before. Since then, you were much more observant of Five’s actions around you. While you were on stage, blasting out song after song and dancing around like a maniac, you caught him watching you. 

Maybe he had always watched you while you sang, but you had never noticed. Now you could see that those deep green eyes of his looked you over like he was studying you. Like you were a wild creature he was observing for his scientific research. When you jumped up and down, fluttering your short skirt and giving the audience a tiny glimpse of your red panties underneath, you saw a flicker of a smile on his face.

Interesting. So the old man has a pulse after all. 

After the show, instead of getting on the bus with everyone, Allison went her separate way. Claire had a volleyball tournament the next day and she didn’t want to miss it. She said she would catch up with everyone next week. With Allison gone, you realized that made your little traveling group an odd number. You wondered how that was going to work once you got to the motel. You got excited thinking you may be getting your own room.

When you arrived, Five blinked off the bus while you and the others filed out and joined him, Klaus headed off in the direction of the office to check in and get the keys. Luther started unloading the bags.

After a minute, Klaus returned, holding up the room keys and passing them out. “Here you go,” he said as he dangled a key over your waiting hand. “By the way, I should mention, since there was an opportunity for someone to get their own room, I volunteered.”

“What?” you cried. “Klaus, that’s not fair! I’m the only girl here!”

“Sorry, babe, but you snooze you lose. You should have thought of that earlier and put in your request. I already invited a guest over and I need the solo arrangements, if you know what I mean.”

You put your hands on your hips. “So I have to share a room just because you want to hook up with someone?”

“Uh… yeah,” he said, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Great,” you murmured, looking around at the rest. “Ok, well who am I with then?”

“Not us,” Lila said as she pulled Diego close to her by his belt loop. “Mommy and Daddy need some alone time.”

“Sorry,” Viktor said. “But Luther takes up an entire double bed on his own and I have a major aversion to sleeping with anyone next to me.” He looked at you guiltily. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

You realized with absolute horror that meant only one person was left. You turned to Five with wide eyes as the realization hit him at the same time.

“Shit,” you both said in unison.

As the rest of the group walked away to their respective rooms, giggling to themselves, you and Five regarded one another.

You sighed. “Well, come on. Let’s get this over with.”

Five picked up his bag off the ground and started following you towards the room you had been assigned. “You better not snore. I’ve been known to strangle a person in their sleep for less.”

“I do not snore,” you said, offended, as you unlocked the door.

When you stepped inside, you stopped in your tracks. Five followed behind you, almost plowing right into you before he saw what you saw. There was only one bed.

“Oh fuck no,” he said with a groan, dropping his bag heavily on the floor.

You let out a loud, disbelieving cackle. “This is a joke right? Something Klaus set up? This can’t be real.”

Five ran a hand through his hair and then spun slowly around, surveying the tiny room as if another bed were going to spontaneously appear. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he breathed out.

You and he stared at one another for several seconds, neither of you knowing what to say or do, until Five suddenly disappeared without a word, leaving you alone in the quiet of the crappy room.

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Five’s first stop was Klaus’s room, which was right next door. He banged on the door with his fist. “Klaus! Open up!”

“Who is it?” came a sweet, sing-songy voice from inside.

“You know damn well who it is! Open up!” Five yelled through the door.

“No turn down service tonight, thank you! But a bottle of sparkling would be lovely,” Klaus called back.

Five blinked inside, surprising Klaus as he lounged on his back on one of the two beds in the room. A cigarette hung casually out of the corner of his mouth as he smirked at his brother.

“Oh, hey Fivey… something wrong?”

“Klaus I’m going to…. “ he started, balling up his fists in a rage. “Did you do this on purpose?”

“Do what?” Klaus asked with feigned innocence.

“You know fucking what! Now let me stay in here with you so she can have the other room.”

“No can do, Fiverino… I got some company headed over as we speak. And while I don’t really object to you being here, I doubt you’re going to want to bear witness to all the freaky shit that’s about to go down. I mean… unless you are?”

“God Klaus… can you stop being such a slut for five fucking seconds?”

“No. No, not really.”

“Then switch rooms with us at least! There’s only one bed over there.”

Klaus bolted upright in the bed with a giant, shit-eating grin on his face. “What do you mean there’s only one bed?”

Five sighed, barely restraining the urge to strangle his brother. “I mean there’s only one… “ He held up his index finger in the air for emphasis. “ONE… fucking bed!”

Klaus started to laugh obnoxiously and he clapped his hands together. “Oh holy shit, I had no idea about the bed! This worked out even better than I thought!”

Five leaned in dangerously close and Klaus realized what he let slip out. “What was that?” Five ground out between tightly clenched teeth.

Klaus giggled nervously and gingerly pushed Five out of his personal bubble with a single finger to the middle of his chest. “Nothing.”

“Klaus… I swear to god, you better switch rooms right now or… “

“Or what? Hmmm, Fivey? You going to go all full psycho mode and slash me to bits? Leave my corpse here to bleed into the cheap carpet and stink up the place worse than it is?” Klaus shook his head sadly. “Not very nice to the poor cleaning woman that will surely find me.”

“You’ll be back again before anyone will find you dead,” Five spat out.

Klaus took a drag off his cigarette and settled back against the headboard again, putting his hands behind his head. “Well then, looks like either way I’m not leaving this room.”

Five’s mouth dropped open but no words came out. Instead, he made a desperate, hilariously loud growling noise of immense frustration before blinking away, leaving Klaus chuckling quietly and congratulating himself on a job well done.

Five’s portal opened in the motel office, surprising a very depressed-looking desk clerk that had been scrolling through his phone for job openings in the area. The clerk screamed as Five appeared directly in front of the desk, eyes blazing with anger.

“I need… “ Five breathed out, his words measured and slow. “A new… room.”

The clerk stared up at him, blinking in confusion, until Five slammed the palm of his hand flat on the desk. “Now!”

“I… I’m sorry… we’re all full,” the clerk stuttered.

Five closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried again, this time attempting a cordial smile. Unfortunately all that accomplished was to make him appear even more deadly and deranged.

“I have no doubt that this lovely establishment is just packed full with eager guests at the moment. After all, it is the prime season for shitty roadside motels that haven’t seen a remodel since the Eisenhower administration. However, I really REALLY need a new room. Pronto.”

The clerk slid his chair back a few inches, his eyes wide. “Really, I’m not kidding. We had a pipe burst a few weeks back and half the rooms were flooded. The only ones we have are the ones you and your party are staying in.”

Five glanced down on the desk, noticing the letter opener that was lying conveniently unattended. The satisfactory image of the clerk gasping for breath as blood gurgled out of his mouth after Five plunged the opener into the side of his neck surfaced for a moment, but then disappeared. Just like with Klaus, the aftermath would be too messy.

“Fine,” Five hissed angrily. He was just about to blink off to his room again when he stopped and turned to the clerk, stabbing a finger in the air towards him. “Just so you know, I will be leaving a scathing review online.” Then he was gone in a flash of blue.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed when he materialized again, breathing fast and hard and looking like a crazy man. He tried to smooth his hair down and straighten his tie in an attempt to look pulled together. It wasn’t convincing.

“So,” he began. “It looks like there are no other rooms and Klaus is being a giant dickhead, so I think we are stuck here.”

“Ok… well, really it’s–”

“It’s alright. I can sleep on the floor, it’s no big deal.”

You and he both looked at the faded, thin carpeting under your feet. The pea-green color was spotted with various shades of brown stains. In the middle was a large, suspiciously dark red splotch.

“Five… you’re not going to sleep on the floor –”

“Or the bathtub!” he interjected, suddenly blinking into the bathroom. He came back almost immediately. “Ok, so there appears to be a bit of a mold problem in the bathroom. But that’s alright, I’ll just sleep on the bus,” he prattled on, reaching down to grab his bag off the floor.

“The bus has no heat. You’ll freeze to death.”

“Ok…” Five began again, searching the room frantically as if he was considering crawling into the ducts and sleeping in there.

“Five! Will you calm down for two seconds? It’s not THAT big of a deal!”

Five stared at you, the look on his face clearly pained. “It’s kind of a big deal.”

You sighed heavily. “We are both adults. I think we can handle sleeping next to one another for one night.”

There was a long pause as Five took this in. He finally dropped his bag again and ran a hand through his hair for the fiftieth time. “Yeah… ok, you’re right. I can handle it if you can.”

You nodded. “I can handle it just fine.” A grin crept slowly over your face. “You’re not that irresistible you know.”

Five rolled his eyes, but then he smiled. “Yeah well, neither are you.”

You laughed. “Ok, it’s settled. But I need to take a shower because I was really working up a sweat on the stage earlier, so do you mind if I go first?”

“Not at all,” Five said, gesturing to the bathroom. “Take your time. I’ll just be here, enjoying our luxury accommodations.” He picked up his bag and threw it on the bed. Then he unzipped it, pulling out a half-full bottle of whiskey. “And maybe some of this. Care for one?”

“Absolutely!”

He blinked away, returning with two cellophane-wrapped plastic cups from the bathroom. He unwrapped them and poured the whiskey into each one. He handed you one and kept the other for himself. 

You held your cup out in a toast. “Here’s to shitty motels with only one bed!”

“To only one bed. Cheers,” Five said with a small smirk before taking a sip.

You brought the cup of whiskey into the shower with you and you sipped it slowly while the hot water ran over your body. The booze was starting to make your brain a little loopy and you smiled to yourself thinking about Five sitting out there, just mere feet away, while you were naked and wet in there. 

He probably wouldn’t even know what to do with a naked woman, you thought to yourself. But then again… he said he knows how to do everything.

When you stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of the flimsy pieces of fabric they considered towels, you wrapped it around you. You left your hair wet, but you brushed it out so it wasn’t matted together. Then you noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar.

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Five didn’t mean to look. Not really. It wasn’t his fault that the cheap ass bathroom door hadn’t latched right. And it certainly wasn’t his fault that the bed he was lying on faced directly into said bathroom. It was, maybe, his fault for not looking away.

The shower curtain offered some privacy, but he could still see your silhouette as you tipped your head back to wash your hair, stretching your arms up and pushing out your chest as if you knew he was watching. Five felt bad for thinking such things but not that bad. He was stoic but he wasn’t dead.

As he laid there, propped up against the headboard, leisurely drinking his precious whiskey, he enjoyed the little show you were unknowingly giving him. He still had on his full suit, so he shed his jacket and vest. He pulled off his tie. He would have loved to strip out of his pants, too, but he wouldn’t dare with you around. Plus it might be a little too obvious how he felt about your situation if he didn’t have his tailored pants covering up his growing hard-on.

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If you hadn’t been tipsy already, you probably wouldn’t have done it. But at that moment the urge was just too strong. You let the towel drop from your body onto the floor.

You made a show of running your fingers through your hair and dropping your head back seductively. When you bent over to get your underwear and pajamas, you made sure to move extra slowly and bent over so your ass faced the door. You pulled your panties on slowly. Then you slipped your t-shirt over your head, pulling it down so that it stopped half way down your thighs. You had shorts that went with it, but you kicked those to the side. You opened the door and stepped out in a cloud of steam.

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You had to have been doing it on purpose, Five was certain of it. In the shower, he knew you hadn’t realized the door was ajar. But now… fuck… now, you absolutely knew. And you were killing him.

When you emerged, he almost choked on the whiskey and he coughed, sputtering and stammering.

“Damn it… ,” he said in between wheezes. “Went down… the wrong pipe,” he coughed out.

You laughed, walking over to the bed and standing in front of him, wearing just your white Prime-8’s t-shirt, with your wet hair dripping onto the front.

“You ok?”

Five nodded, still letting out a few lingering coughs. “Yeah, all good.”

“Your turn,” you said with a smile as you walked to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. Five’s eyes followed your every move.

Five spent a long time in the shower, drinking his whiskey, and trying to get his head on straight. He was trying to prolong the time before he would be forced to crawl into that bed next to you. The fact that you had decided to torture him by only wearing a t-shirt and panties was driving him crazy. Did you want him to not be able to sleep tonight? It was beginning to look that way. 

Five thought about jerking himself off while in the shower, just to get things a little more under control and to try and prevent any embarrassing mishaps in bed. But the thought of beating off while you were just a few feet away in the other room was even more humiliating. 

He had admitted to Klaus that he thought you were cute, which was true. He liked your funky tattoos and crazy colored hair. He liked how confident you were on stage and the sound of your voice. And when he had caught a glimpse of the little silver ball that pierced through the middle of your tongue, he thought about what that would feel like if you dragged it over his dick.

But he didn’t need to be acting on any of these feelings. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with someone you had to spend that much time with. And he also didn’t need his annoying siblings inserting themselves into his love life, which they undoubtedly would do. Klaus already was.

“Stupid Klaus,” Five muttered angrily before shutting off the water. 

He dried off before pulling on a pair of clean black boxer briefs. He was about to put on a pair of pants, too, but then decided to give you a taste of your own medicine. Five had already caught you staring at his body the other day, and you weren’t the only one that could be a tease.

Back in the room, you tried your best to pretend to be asleep. But when Five came waltzing over wearing nothing but his underwear, your eyes refused to close. His hair was still damp and hanging over his forehead. His chest and stomach were hard, with toned shoulders and biceps that rippled with each movement. He looked like a goddamn underwear model.

“You’re wearing that?” you asked, partly horrified.

Five looked down at himself, as if he hadn’t even considered there to be anything out of the usual. “What’s wrong?”

You cleared your throat and then shrugged, snuggling down deeper into the covers and closing your eyes with indifference. “Nothing. Just figured you might be cold, that’s all. It’s drafty in here.”

“I’ll be fine,” he answered. “But thank you for your concern.”

After that, he shut off the light and crawled into bed next to you. You felt his weight on the mattress and the heat from his body radiating outwards. You shifted around on your side, suddenly not able to get comfortable. He smelled so good it wasn’t fair. You flipped over so that your butt was facing him, which wasn’t much better. But at least you didn’t have to look at his perfect profile silhouetted in the moonlight.

He made no move to get closer to you, and neither did you. It was silent except for the sound of your breathing. You both laid awake, blinking into the darkness, before finally falling asleep.

It was the middle of the night when you both woke up again. The room was noticeably colder and while your body temperature had regulated itself even in your sleep, you felt Five shivering next to you. You sat up in bed, looking around. The internal temperature had dropped so low you could already see your breath in a faint cloud in front of you.

You looked over at Five, who was huddled under the covers and obviously freezing.

“The heat is out,” you said in his direction.

“Yeah, no shit,” he said angrily through chattering teeth. “I already checked, the radiator died. Probably because it was built sometime in the late 1800s.”

You laughed. “Bet you wish you had some actual clothes on now, huh?”

Five grumbled. “Shut up. Go back to sleep.”

You huffed at his irritability and closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep. The fact that Five was lying a foot away from you, practically naked, and shivering so hard you could hear his teeth rattling together made it a little hard. After a few minutes you let out a loud sigh.

“Five?”

“What?” he snapped.

“I can help you, you know. I can warm you up.”

There was a full ten seconds of silence. “No thank you,” he answered, a little softer than before.

“God you are the most stubborn person I have ever met!” you exclaimed. “Believe it or not, I’m not trying to hit on you. I’m just trying to be nice so that you won’t freeze to death.”

As Five laid there in silence for another minute, you waited. Finally, you heard him exhale slowly through his nose. 

“Fine,” he said.

“Good. Now give me your hand,” you told him.

Five slid the hand closest to you over the mattress and you grasped it in yours. The red light from your powers created a soft glow from under the covers.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“Good. Thanks.”

“I know it’s not just your hands, though. If you want… “ you hesitated. “I can warm up the rest of your body.”

Five audibly swallowed. “Uh… I’m not sure… “

You made a huffing noise again. “You are such a baby!” Without asking again, you wiggled your way over to his side and hugged him around his chest. Then you threw a leg over his thighs, trapping him in a bear hug. Your entire body gave off a faint red glow as you worked on warming him up.

As your powers started to take their effect and Five stopped shivering, you rested your head on his shoulder. His intoxicating scent was invading your senses and you closed your eyes. It wasn’t long before you were both breathing just a little heavier, your chests rising and falling faster. Five placed his hand over the top of yours, resting on his stomach. 

“I think I’m good now,” he whispered.

You didn’t say anything at first, but you let your powers die down. Without even thinking about it, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck, brushing your lips and nose against him.

“Ok,” you purred into his warm skin.

Five made a quiet moaning noise, and when you started to pull away his hand tightened on yours. 

“Wait,” he said. “I need you to help with one more thing.”

Your voice was shaky as it came out. “What’s that?”

Five slowly moved your hand down his hard abdomen and over his boxers until he reached the problem he needed help with. He pressed your hand firmly against the prominent bulge between his legs. “This,” he said, and his voice cracked.

“Oh shit, Five,” you moaned. “You didn’t have to wait so long.”

The following minutes were a dizzying blurr of mouths colliding and teeth gnashing; limbs intertwined and hands desperately searching; hearts racing and lungs gasping. You had climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding down onto his hardened cock. He had already ripped your shirt off and he grabbed roughly at your breasts. You leaned down to kiss him again, and his tongue flicked across the silver stud in yours.

Five groaned as the tip of his tongue explored the cool metal. “I’ve been dying to get a feel of this tongue ring,” he told you breathlessly.

“Yeah?” you questioned, as you moved to his jaw and neck, and then his collarbone.

“Yes.” He pulled your hair, making you whine. “I want to see what you can do with it.”

You pulled back, looking down on him with a sexy grin before clicking the stud against your teeth. “How about I show you?”

“I won’t object to that,” Five breathed out as you started to slither down his body.

When you were kneeling between his legs, you pulled the waistband of his underwear down, revealing the hard cock you had been grinding against. It was perfect, just like the rest of his body, with smooth taut skin and long veins that ran from the girthy base to the suckable head. You made a little moan of approval as you removed his boxers the rest of the way.

Five sucked in a loud, sharp breath when the flat of your tongue met the underside of his dick. His hips jerked up as he let out a low moan. You worked your tongue up and down the shaft, running the stud along the vein and up to the tip, where you licked it slowly and traced it in a circle with the metal ball. 

“Holy… ff–ffuuuuck,” Five groaned, throwing an arm over his face.

“Do you like it?” you asked coyly, knowing full well what the answer was.

Five was panting. “Fuck yes… yes, I really like it… keep going… please.”

You continued sucking and lapping at his dick, drawing patterns over it with your tongue ring and making him whine and hiss through his teeth. You tapped it against the underside of the swollen and leaking head, feeling Five’s muscles tighten in his thighs as he tried to contain himself. When you took him completely into your mouth and you slid your hot mouth over him a few times, making sure the stud was in play, he grabbed your hair in his fist.

“Stop,” he ground out, trying not to sound as desperate as he was. “You have to stop.”

Knowing that meant he was about two seconds away from blowing his load down your throat, you relented and pulled away. You looked up at him as you knelt between his legs, his wet shaft in your hand, and your eyelashes fluttering innocently.

“Fuck,” he growled, his jaw clenched tight. “Take those panties off.” You did as he said and threw your underwear onto the floor. “Sit on my face,” he told you in between heaving breaths.

Just hearing him say that had the wetness pouring out of you and you maneuvered your way up until your thighs were on either side of his head. He grabbed your ass with both hands and immediately went to work.

You had never received oral sex quite like this before. Five ate you out ravenously, like he couldn’t get enough. He was rough and sloppy and relentless, and you had to hold onto the top of the dusty headboard just to keep your balance.

“Oh my god!” you cried out, automatically starting to rock your hips against his face. “Shhiiitttt… Five!”

Five didn’t slow down or change his tactic; he just dug his fingers harder into your ass cheeks and shoved his tongue inside you, drinking up the river that was gushing out of you. The light scruff on his chin and upper lip scratched against your thighs and clit, creating even more friction to drive you insane. 

His mouth was warm and wet as it engulfed your entire pussy, sucking and licking at all of your most sensitive parts. You were riding his face, even as he tried to keep you in line by holding you still. But you couldn’t help it, you just wanted more.

“Yes yes… please!” you screamed as you started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm building.

In one blinding blue flash, you found yourself kneeling over nothing, holding onto the headboard as you panted heavily.

“What the hell–”

Five grabbed you from behind, his hands on your tits and his hard cock sliding between your legs as he knelt behind you. His warm mouth was on your neck and you tipped your head back against his shoulder.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered harshly near your ear as he squeezed your breasts harder.

It wasn’t a question, but you nodded anyway. “Yes… do it.”

You pushed your backside out a little to allow him better access and Five guided the head of his cock inside of you with his hand. He didn’t push it all of the way in, instead he stopped and waited.

“Does that feel ok?” he asked gently as he kissed your shoulder.

“Feels so good,” you moaned. “Keep going.”

He filled you up slowly until he was completely buried inside you. He rested his forehead on your shoulder with a long groan. “God… you feel even better than I imagined.”

With a breathy laugh, you pushed your hips backwards. “So you’ve been imagining this?”

Five grasped your hips tightly and slammed his dick harder and deeper with a forceful thrust. He smiled when you cried out. “This and a lot more.”

“Tell me,” you whimpered as he continued to fuck you hard from behind.

“I imagined fucking you in those short little skirts you wear,” he groaned. “Fucking you on the bus with the lights out and you riding my cock.” His voice came out in clipped grunts as he railed into you. “Fucking you on stage in front of everyone.”

“Oh fuck… Five.” You gasped in a lungful of air while your entire body was shoved back and forth and the headboard rhythmically slammed against the wall. “I would let you.”

“You’d let me fuck you in front of hundreds of people?”

You nodded desperately, trying to talk through moans and whines. “I want everyone to see what they’re missing out on.”

Five chuckled softly before suddenly pulling out. Before you could ask him why, he was flipping you onto your back and crawling on top of you. You automatically opened your legs for him and he slipped his entire length inside again. Five gazed down on you, a small smile on his lips. 

“On second thought,” he said before lowering himself to kiss you. “I don’t think I want to share.”

With your legs wrapped tightly around him, he continued to kiss you, deep and long, swirling his tongue around yours. His pace started to quicken and your nails dug into the muscles of his back. Five brought his hand up to the side of your face, sliding his thumb into your mouth and onto the flat of your tongue. You closed your lips around it.

After a few more fast and hard pumps, you felt your climax come on strong and sudden. You clamped down around him as your body shuddered helplessly. Your tongue ring pressed against his thumb as you made high-pitched mewling noises and shaky sobs.

As soon as Five saw you lose yourself, he followed, stilling against you and groaning low in his chest while his eyes squeezed shut and he held your chin with his hand, his thumb still in your mouth. 

“Ah… fuuuckk,” he breathed out, collapsing onto you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He removed his thumb from your mouth as you caught your breath. Your hand came to rest in his hair, raking your fingers slowly through it as he laid against your chest. Neither of you said anything, and after a minute he pulled out and adjusted himself so that he wasn’t lying directly on top of you anymore. You turned to face him and he pulled you in with an arm tightly around your waist. He gave you a lingering kiss and smiled.

You kissed his chest and he hugged you even tighter. “You’re going to crush me,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m cold again, I need you to warm me up.”

“Well, I’m not a glow stick! I don’t work by cracking me in half!”

Five laughed and loosened his hold on you. “Sorry.”

You used your powers to warm both of you up and Five sighed. “I could get used to that.”

“Are you saying you might not mind sharing a bed with me again?”

He tilted your face up by your chin and kissed you softly on the lips. “Honey, if you suck my cock with that magical tongue of yours again, I will sleep anywhere you want me to.”

You hummed quietly and traced the outline of his lips with your fingertip. “I think you’re the one with the magical tongue.”

He kissed you again. “Just my tongue?”

“Maybe some other body parts, as well.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said quietly before rolling you onto your back. He continued kissing you, his hand stroking your hair and face while his body pressed against yours. You could feel him hardening against your thigh.

“Even though this worked in my favor,” Five murmured in between heated kisses. “I’m still going to kill Klaus.”

You nodded before tipping your head back so he could attack your neck. “Oh absolutely. I’m going to freeze all of his underwear and burn all of his socks.”

Five made a growling noise in his throat as he rubbed his dick between your legs. “Yes, do that. Then I’m going to kill him.”

Your laugh was cut short as Five entered you again, his mouth on yours while he thrusted lazily into you. 

Five paused for a moment to look down on you with one eyebrow raised and a crooked smile. “I don’t care if there are a hundred beds or zero beds going forward. You’re sleeping with me from now on.”

He continued his rhythmic, perfect fucking and you laid a hand on the side of his face. “I think I can deal with that.”

[thewalrusespublicist]

Hello! Love your blog and your takes, objective and sane and well researched chefs kiss! I had a blast scrolling through it like it was my feed yesterday lol can you elaborate on klaus and Paul if possible? People mostly talk about them like it’s already understood but I don’t understand 😭 I’m kinda lost on their (all of them, including stu) dynamic during the hamburg years specifically when it comes to Paul

Aww thank you anon! Tbh I was starting to feel a bit down about my blog and what I was putting out ( the eternal crisis on how to give full answers and opinions without being stupid, boring and annoying lol). So I really, really needed this. :)

Oh Paul vs/and the Exsis, it's quite a long one so buckle up.

Disclaimer: all of the people involved are essentially art kids/young adults who are famously the most exhausting people on the planet. Do not blame them for being dramatic, it's their natural state of being.

If we want to go into Paul and Klaus, we have to kind of start with the John, Paul and Stu. Now these three are a mess that's too big to go into here (though I have THOUGHTS about how Stu is utilised in the Beatles narrative that I'm more than happy to share if asked lmaooo). But in short(ish):

John and Paul had had an intense year and a bit of closeness. Then John meets Stu at art college.

John and Stu become c l o s e for many reasons (being peers, living together, similar artistic leanings + ego, Stu being a gentle guide to John, sharing art projects/poetry/long letters and feelings etc.) They became 'closer than two men' a friend had seen (remind us of anyone gang?). Most importantly, John could be open about his feelings with Stu in letters. If John had BPD which I subscribe too, I think Stu was his 'favourite person' and as Aunt Mimi said his 'special' and 'closest friend' from this period up until his death (though imho the transference back to Paul was starting prior to his death).

It's not clear what exactly happens as there's differing accounts but Stu uses his money to buy a new bass as John wants him to come to Scotland then Hamburg and play bass as he will 'look good'.

Paul doesen't like being relegated to the seat behind John and Stu when he used to sit next to John. He also isn't thrilled when he gets to Hamburg and not only does he get to sleep in the other room with just Pete but Stu cannot be arsed to play because he's hanging out with his hot new girlfriend Astrid (more on her in a sec). Our boy has spent a lot of money he doesen't have and given up on further education to be here and is jealous and annoyed.

Paul and Stu probably were friends and I think their mutual antipathy is overegged. HOWEVER, can't be denied that Paul is jealous of Stu and Stu is jealous of Paul (and getting flare-ups from increasing brain damage). John and Stu tease Paul and steal his money, Paul is mean to Stu (as are the others encouraged by John). Do I think John was playing games with both of them? Yup. They end up scuffling onstage because Paul said something about Astrid (not clear what, one account is that Paul said that Stu could borrow money off Astrid if he needed it which isn't really that bad a dig but who knows Yoko??).

Why is this dynamic important? Because it directly impacts the 'Exsis' (Klaus, Jurgen and Astrid's) group's relationship with Paul:

The Exsis were young artists living in Hamburg. They were artistic, cool, interesting and edgy. They were paramount in introducing the Beatles to cool new concepts, aesthetics and ideas. They also took themselves VERY seriously ie pretentious as all hell.

Astrid met Stu at Kaiserkeller and hit it off. They embarked on an all-consuming romance.

Letter from Stu to Astrid, c.1961

I've seen people say they were the proto-John and Yoko in terms of making their romance the whole world and influencing John years down the line and I can see that. With Astrid and Stu it's far more endearing though because they ARE young and the right age to have a relationship like that. Stu is popular with the Exsis in general and brings them into the Beatles group.

The Exsis didn't like or trust Paul. Astrid said later it was because Paul was 'too nice' which she herself admits is a ridiculous reason. The others also thought he was a bit of a show-off. It makes sense though if you're cool and edgy and want to stick it to the world to be sus about a guy being friendly show-off with seemingly no inner world. The other problem was a perfectly reasonable one imo, you're not going to like your friends frenemy who you don't connect with. Compound that with Paul not taking drugs as much as George or John and being in the other room and you begin to have a division.

Paul had been popular his whole life, like from what we know since-primary-school-popular. He had never been in this position before, let alone in a foreign country. I believe it became a bit of a brutal feedback loop. Paul's response to this type of behaviour consistently it to go more surface level, snide and passive aggressive. The natural response of any group with a designated 'ugh' person is to become more shady and exclusionary. The cycle continues and gets worse. Stu letters back home at this time says that in a shocking turn of events Paul is hated by everyone but Stu 'just feels sorry for him' (lmao OF COURSE you do Stu, its giving 'loathing' from Wicked lol). Klaus drew a lot of artwork of the early Hamburg Beatles that includes this highly unpleasant picture of Paul in 1961 which I think says a lot:

Klaus is also a musician and fancies himself a place on bass. When Stu leaves to pursue art, Klaus asks John if he could take over but John says that he thinks Paul is going to do it.

Klaus has later gone on to say that he thinks he was a better bass player for the Beatles' sound at the start and then Paul developed into being better for the group. It's one of those I cannot believe those words actually left your mouth and you are not deeply embarrased moments. But it's important to keep this desire and viewpoint in mind.

Klaus stays in touch with all of them and close to John and George, George especially. They visit Klaus on holiday in tenerife in early 60s and Klaus later draws the Revolver artwork.

This whole context of how they met and Hamburg is crucial and has to be taken into account when hearing Klaus' statements. Klaus and Paul started off with a lack of connection and with Paul on the outs, the Exsis got an incomplete view of Paul and an inaccurate snapshot of the Beatles dynamic overall. This is why when Klaus says 'Paul was always slightly apart from the others' and that 'divorce was inevitable' from early 60s we should remember that that is what Klaus is expecting to see as that's what he saw in Hamburg.

Klaus wanted to be the bass player (and was holding out hope to join a band with George and John in the 70s), was really close with George and suffers as many did with 'John Lennon aspiring boy bestie syndrome' (JABBS). Paul had what Klaus wanted and from the Hamburg experience, you could see why Klaus thought he might have an in and may have been jealous of this 'shallow' Paul of all people having the connection that he felt he should/could have with John and George. As with most sufferers of JABBS, he took John's side with everything, always refused to say any regrets about his involvement in How do you Sleep and thought Paul was fine with the song because 'he was even closer to John than [he] was. (Again Klaus to put yourself in that level of closeness with John that it's comparable to Paul is ???.) JABBS and its secondary condition PMIETGSH (Paul McCartney isn't even that good shut up) are virulent diseases that incapacitate sufferers objectivity and judgement, so it's fair to say that Klaus is a source you have to take with a pinch of salt on the early 70s period.

It seems that Klaus and Paul did get on a lot better the older they got (probably without the jealousy complication of George and John) and developed a sweet friendship. Here is Klaus' tribute to Paul for his 80th:

Here is the jam session he's talking about:

He now wants Paul to live in his house lmao so things have gotten warmer. But Klaus and Paul's dynamic is a great example of how and why natural bias, little jealousies and spats can consciously or subconsciously influence our internal narrative and why we need to be so careful about not taking one perspective as gospel.

[thecordelialetters]

The one where he over hears you I Five x reader

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Short five x reader fluff ( non descriptive ) where he overhears you and Klaus talking about him.

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You had met Klaus in a night of drinking gone wrong. After working your menial 9-5 having your boss yell at you in front of your coworkers then having a stressful presentation, there was nothing else you needed more than to drink the day away. There you met Klaus, he was funny and charming. The two of you got sucked into a drinking competition due to his comment "You look like a lightweight." The rest of the night was a blur between you dancing on tables and hopping from bar to bar. It was only after you both woke up the next day in the park looking like zombies you decided that fun night was meant to be.

A few months later you became really good friends and hung out often. After finding out about his drug habit and Dave, you two decided that distracting him with fun times would be a better solution than cold turkey. It became routine for you to go to the Hargreeves estate after work with a sweet treat, maybe cookies, ice cream, or a movie night. Some nights Klaus would even go to your place just needing a safe space. He said your apartment felt like what a real home should be like.

You don't know when this happened, maybe slowly, or maybe one day you just noticed something. But Five, Klaus's older younger brother was...hot. You knew about Five's little... situation and honestly, it was the best of both worlds. You liked older men who could take care of you and he was easy on the eyes. He was taller than you and had green eyes that bore into you when he talked. His voice could be soft and smooth almost a whisper in your ear. Other times it was an insult thrown at his sibling or a sly comment that you could feel lit a fire in your gut.

This would be a thing you kept to yourself though, not like Five would notice you.

He did notice you. The minute you walked through the academy doors with Klaus slinging off your arm, laughter ringing through his ear. You were pretty. Your smile caught his eye first. Sure the eyes are the windows to the soul but the smile is the mirror of the heart. He didn't know why you would spend all your time with Klaus but he noticed a lack in his brother's desire to be high. Not wanting to entertain whatever fantasy his time travel fried brain might cook up, Five avoided you at all costs. At the academy, you would only then catch glimpses of him, a flash of blue, or a blurred jacket swiftly moving by. You were just too good for him, and you deserve a normal man who could give you a normal life without all the baggage.

It wasn’t until that afternoon where you and Klaus were lying in the foyer trying to find what movie to watch when he turned to you and asked “So what do you like about ole Fivey anyways?”

You snapped your head so fast towards him. “What gave you the impression that I liked him?”

Klaus flipped to his stomach, kicked his feet in the air, and with a sly look replied “Oh come on I see the way you look at him when you think no one is looking. I’m your best friend just tell me.” He pouted in your direction, the kind of pout that said "I'm not going to give up on this."

Five was about to retreat to his room after grabbing coffee from the kitchen when he overheard you and Klaus.

“Uh, he’s hot, smart, a bit cocky and arrogant but in a sexy way. I don’t know Klaus what do you want me to say?” Um, who the fuck were you talking about. You never mentioned another man before or posted anything on your social media ( not like he was checking). Anyman definitely wouldn't like your friendship with Klaus.

“Doesn’t help I love an older man. They always have a mature take-charge mentality. It turns me on." Klaus gave you a sly look that said "Oh ! Naughty" but you continued,

"Anyways, I see the way Five cares for you guys in his own way. He loves you more than he lets on. Family men are also attractive, it shows the way they'll treat you.”

A bit embarrassed that he was angry at the guy, the guy being himself, Five chuckled to himself. You were so confident and beautiful yet, thought that much of someone like him? Mentally old enough to be your dad? He did feel an ego boost when you called him hot.

Five felt like if he stayed any longer you would be able to hear his heart pounding and call him out for eavesdropping. He turned to blink into his bedroom opening up his laptop that Viktor so kindly helped him figure out how to use. Fingers typed into the search bar closest flower shop near me and Italian fine dining. ( disclaimed : I didn't reread/ edit year I probably will tomorrow morning, i just wanted to get this out)

[autisticadult]

Right where you left me

Warnings: literally non, slip zero nada!

A/n: I got inspiration from this from @nmikaelsonimagines and their Taylor swift series <3 I got hella hyped about this and have been working on this for a hot minute ;) enjoyyy

‘Friends break up, friends get married

Strangers get born, strangers get buried

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

But I'm right where you left me

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me’

‘Help I’m still at the restaurant’

The café had changed over the years. New owners had come and gone, repainting the walls and replacing the furniture, but the small corner table by the window remained. It was a quiet little space, tucked away from the world, where time seemed to bend and stretch, where moments froze and refused to move forward.

‘Still sitting in the corner I haunt’

Y/n sat there now, as she had for years, her fingers absently circling the rim of an empty wine glass. The dim, golden glow of the candlelight flickered against her skin, illuminating the shadows beneath her eyes. She didn’t notice the way the waitress hesitated when refilling her glass, the way other patrons glanced her way before looking quickly back at their plates.

‘Cross legged in the dim light’

She was a part of the place now, a relic of the past, as if she belonged to the chipped paint on the walls or the faint jazz that drifted through the air.

It had been years since he’d left. The memory of him lingered like the ghost of perfume in a room long abandoned. Klaus Mikaelson, with his wolfish grin and sharp, knowing eyes, had once sat across from her in this very spot. His presence had been a storm—unpredictable, devastating, and intoxicating. Y/n had thought she could weather it, thought she could hold onto him. But he had walked away.

‘They say what a sad sight’

“I can’t stay, love,” he had said, his voice low and full of something she couldn’t name. Regret? Fear? He hadn’t waited for her to argue. His lips had pressed softly to her forehead, and then he was gone, leaving her to gather the shards of herself in the wake of his absence.

The years stretched out like a slow, mournful song. She had tried to leave, but the pull of the café, of this corner, was too strong. Every creak of the chair, every flicker of the candle reminded her of him. And so she stayed, frozen in the moment he had left her.

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop Right when I felt the moment stop

Klaus lingered in the shadows across the street, the vibrant hum of New Orleans swirling around him. The city was alive tonight, as it always was, the music and chatter spilling out from the bars and winding through the cobblestone streets. But Klaus heard none of it.

His focus was on her.

She sat in the café window, framed by soft golden light. Even after all this time, she still came here, to the same corner table where they had shared quiet moments and dangerous confessions. Klaus wondered if she ever considered leaving—if she had ever tried to escape the weight of the memories he had left her with. But she was still here.

‘Glass shattered on the white cloth’

Her fingers rested against the rim of a half-empty glass, tracing slow, absent circles as if the motion was all that tethered her to the present. Y/n’s hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her eyes—those eyes that had once seen through every piece of armor he wore—stared at the table, lost in thought.

Y/n was beautiful. Devastatingly so. But there was something different about her now, something heavier. The spark that had once lit her up from within seemed dulled, as though time and pain had worn it down. He had done that to her.

‘Everybody moved on’

The thought twisted in his chest, a familiar ache clawing at him. He had told himself he left to protect her, to save her from the darkness that always followed him. He had convinced himself that walking away was the most selfless thing he could do.

But now, watching y/n, he wasn’t so sure.

Klaus had spent decades trying to forget her. He had thrown himself into wars, alliances, and distractions, anything to drown out the echo of her laughter, the way she had once looked at him like he was more than the monster he knew himself to be. But no matter how far he ran, her ghost followed.

Every street that reminded him of her. Every quiet moment when his thoughts betrayed him. And now, this—the sight of her sitting in that same café, frozen in the life he had left behind.

He told himself he shouldn’t be here, that he should turn around and disappear before she noticed him.

But he couldn’t move.

Instead, he stood rooted to the spot, watching her like she was something fragile and sacred. The café’s soft light flickered against her skin, casting faint shadows under her eyes. She didn’t look up when the door chimed, didn’t glance at the strangers who passed her by. It was as if she was waiting—waiting for something or someone who would never come. For him.

‘I stayed there’

The realization hit like a knife, sharp and unforgiving. He had left because he wanted her to have a chance at happiness, a life free of his chaos. But instead, he had left her frozen, caught in a moment that refused to fade.

He thought about going in. The idea flickered in his mind, reckless and foolish. What would he say if he did? What could he possibly offer her now, after all this time?

His hand hovered by his side, the weight of indecision pressing down on him. The bell above the door jingled as another patron entered, and her head lifted slightly. For a fleeting second, hope flashed in her eyes before it dissolved into quiet resignation.

It was as though she had trained herself not to expect anything anymore.

Klaus clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms. He wanted to step forward, to take that hope and make it real, to tell her he had never stopped thinking of her. But he stayed where he was, hidden in the shadows, because that was where he belonged.

She had always been the light to his darkness, and he had no right to dim her further.

Finally, he turned away, his chest tight and his heart heavier than it had been in years.

As he tried to walk into the night, he tried telling himself that leaving her alone was the right thing to do.

But he couldn’t ignore the hollow truth gnawing at him.

She was still there, right where he had left her.

And so was he. Stuck watching her from the shadows.

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

She didn’t notice him at first. How could she? The café was always full of strangers coming and going, the bell over the door ringing endlessly like a cruel reminder of the passage of time. She had learned to stop looking up, to stop letting herself hope.

But tonight, something shifted.

The air seemed heavier, charged with an energy she hadn’t felt in years. It pressed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers froze against the rim of her glass, and for a fleeting moment, she wondered if her heart was playing tricks on her again.

‘Some perspective, but I sat and stared’

Across the street, Klaus watched her from the shadows, his heart twisting at the sight of her. She looked the same and yet completely different. Her beauty remained, but the spark—the one that had drawn him to her in the first place—had dimmed, dulled by something he knew was his fault. She was a portrait of stillness, her eyes fixed on nothing, her body rooted in place as though the world outside this café no longer existed for her.

And perhaps it didn’t.

The years hadn’t been kind to her, though they hadn’t been cruel either. They had simply… passed. Slowly, painfully, as if every moment since he’d left was an eternity stretched too thin.

‘Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no’

She glanced at the window, catching her own reflection in the glass. She hated the sight of herself here, night after night, trapped in the same chair, the same routine. People whispered about her now—about the woman who never left, whose fingers traced invisible patterns on her glass like she was drawing memories only she could see.

But they didn’t know. They didn’t know about him.

They didn’t know about Klaus Mikaelson, the man who had once sat across from her in this very spot, his presence larger than life, his voice curling around her like smoke. They didn’t know about his sharp blue eyes that seemed to see right through her, or the way he had kissed her like she was the only thing tethering him to the world.

And they didn’t know about the way he had walked away, shattering her in a single moment.

She hated him, She loved him. She hated herself for still loving him. The confusing emotions too much for her to bare.

‘You left me no choice but to stay here forever’

Klaus felt her pain like it was his own. He wanted to tell himself he didn’t, that the years had hardened him too much for something as human as guilt to seep in. But watching her now, he knew he had never truly stopped feeling anything for her.

He hadn’t planned to come back. He had stayed away because he thought it was what she needed. A life without him, without the chaos and destruction he always brought. But now he wondered if he had simply been selfish, too much of a coward to stay and face the consequences of loving her.

He thought she would move on. He thought she would leave this city, this table, this life. But she hadn’t. She had stayed.

And so had he, in his own way.

‘Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it’

The bell above the door chimed again, and she almost didn’t look up. She had trained herself not to, had told herself it was never him, it would never be him. But tonight, her heart betrayed her, and her gaze lifted, flickering toward the entrance.

Her breath caught.

She thought she saw a figure outside, lingering just beyond the glow of the streetlights. Her pulse quickened, her fingers tightening against her glass. But the shadow didn’t move, and she blinked, her heart sinking as reason crept back in.

It wasn’t him. Of course it wasn’t.

She turned her attention back to the table, staring at the flickering candle, the ache in her chest settling back into its familiar place.

‘Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still 23 inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me’

Klaus had seen her glance up.

For a moment, their eyes almost met, though the distance and the window between them kept her from truly seeing him. His heart clenched at the fleeting hope that had flickered across her face, only to be extinguished a moment later.

He should leave. He knew he should.

But his feet remained rooted to the pavement, his eyes locked on her silhouette. He wondered what she would say if he walked through that door. If he sat down at the table across from her and apologized for every year, every moment he had stolen from her.

But then he saw the pain in her posture, the weariness in her movements, and he knew he didn’t have the right.

‘At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want. Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right’

She sat there for another hour, though she didn’t know why. The candle burned low, the patrons around her dwindling as the night wore on. The street outside grew quieter, the sounds of New Orleans retreating into the distance.

When she finally rose to leave, she didn’t glance at the window again. She didn’t let herself look for shadows or ghosts. She walked out into the night, her coat pulled tight around her, her head bowed against the chill. Stopping in the doorway to stop and take in the night sky for a moment.

Klaus didn’t mean to move, but his feet carried him forward before his mind could catch up. The bell above the café door jingled faintly behind him, and for a moment, he thought he might stop. Turn around. Let her go.

But he couldn’t.

She was already stepping out onto the street, her coat pulled tightly around her, her face half-hidden by the loose waves of her hair. The cold air made her shiver, and something about the sight of her, so small and fragile in the vastness of the city, made his chest tighten.

‘I'm sure that you got a wife out there Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware, Cause I'm right where’

“Wait, y/n!” he called softly.

She froze mid-step, her breath catching at the sound of his voice. For a moment, she wondered if she had imagined it. If it was just another cruel trick her mind had conjured, like so many times before. But then she turned.

And there he was.

Klaus stood just a few feet away, his sharp blue eyes locked on hers. The streetlight above cast a pale glow over his face, softening the edges of his usually imposing presence. But his expression was raw—vulnerable in a way she had never seen before.

‘‘I cause no harm, mind my business’

Y/n’s heart stuttered. “Klaus,” she whispered, his name barely audible, as though saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

He stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets as if to stop himself from reaching for her. “I… I didn’t mean to—” He paused, shaking his head. “No. That’s a lie. I came here to see you.”

The words hit her like a blow, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at him. The years apart had changed nothing. He looked the same, his presence as overwhelming as ever. And yet, there was something in his eyes now—hesitation, regret.

‘If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long’

“You left,” she said, her voice trembling. “You left me.”

Klaus flinched, the accusation cutting through him. “I thought it was the right thing to do. For you.”

“For me?” Her laugh was sharp, bitter. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like? Sitting here, day after day, waiting for someone who was never coming back?”

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he said quickly, his voice low but steady. “Not for a moment.”

Her eyes burned, but she refused to let herself cry. Not here. Not in front of him. “Thinking about me doesn’t change anything, Klaus. You still left. You made that choice.”

“I did.” He took another step toward her, his voice softening. “And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I thought… I thought it was what you needed. A life without me. Without the chaos I bring.”

‘But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me’

She shook her head, her breath hitching. “You don’t get to decide what I need.”

“I know.” His voice broke slightly, and for a moment, she saw the cracks beneath his usual bravado. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I couldn’t stay away. Not anymore.”

The street was quiet around them, the world narrowing down to just the two of them. She stared at him, searching his face for something—an answer, a sign, a reason to believe him.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus nodded, his jaw tightening. “I’m not asking for that. I’m only asking for a chance to try.”

The air between them was heavy, charged with years of unspoken words and lingering pain. She didn’t respond, didn’t move. But her silence wasn’t a no.

And for Klaus, that was enough—for now.

[siredtoelijah44]

Klaus Mikaelson NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

For Klaus it really depends on how well you know him. If you are just a one night stand for him he might help you get cleaned up if you guys had been particularly intense. If you mean something to him however, he will take good care of you. He’ll clean you up and he’ll do everything to make you as comfortable as possible after

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Klaus his favorite part of his own body is his chest. He knows he looks good, especially with the tattoo over his shoulder. He is muscular and he is definitely proud of his physique. It’s Klaus after all, he’s a bit of a cocky bastard

For his partner it would be your curves (even if you aren’t that curvy). He loves tits but he also loves your ass. He can’t decide between the two. He loves the softness of each of those parts of your body and how they feel under his hands

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Klaus definitely likes cumming inside you but he is particularly fond of finishing on your tits 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As long as he can maintain some aspect of control in the situation, he’d be interested in being pegged though he will never ever admit it out loud unless you pry it out of him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s immortal and definitely has had his fair share of partners over the years so he is very experienced

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. He likes seeing you bent over with your back arched. He’ll run his hand up your spine as he pushes your face into the pillows. He likes the way his hips smack against your ass as he takes you from behind. It also gives him the opportunity to tangle a hand in your hair and pull you up against his chest with his grip in your hair

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the time he’ll be serious, especially when he’s with a one night stands. With hookups sex is about the release so his focus is on that, but if he’s with someone he has a connection to, he can get a little goofy. He’s still pretty serious but he’ll crack a joke sometimes or laugh if something awkward happens

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself cleaned up. He takes pride in his appearance especially his body so he keeps himself trimmed 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he cares about you he can be very romantic. He’ll take you apart all the while whispering sweet little things in your ear. But 90% of the time he’s not like that. He’s typically rough and he takes what he want, when he wants without all the sweetness

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Klaus is horny all the time so that definitely is reflected in his self care habits but he often has people to satiated those desires so if he has someone, he’ll go there first before taking care of himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly there are too many things to say here for Klaus. He’s definitely a freak in the sheets and has tried probably anything you can think of over the years so I’ll try to narrow it down. 

Bondage – he loves tying his partners up. It’s Klaus, he loves power and control, and bondage gives him this. He’s also a tease so he likes knowing you are at his mercy while you are tied up underneath him and unable to fight back

Pain – I couldn’t think of another way to put this lol. But Klaus is very much into the sadism part of bdsm. As long as you are willing, he’ll do just about anything to you. He’s particularly fond of spanking (especially if you aren’t a vampire). He’ll make sure you can’t sit and if you do all you’ll be able to think about his the imprint of his and on your ass. He also just loves to leave marks on you so he’ll do it however he can

Primal Play – he thinks it is so hot, especially after he’s finally a hybrid it just intensified everything. He likes the thought of chasing you down and claiming you in every way possible

There is so much more I could say but I need to stop

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He definitely likes his bedroom because it offers him so many different options; the bed, the shower, the balcony that looks over the city, the couch. The possibilities are endless. But his other favorite spot is his studio. His art is something important to him and fooling around in there, even playing around with paint, is something he really likes.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Really anything gets him going. But feisty women really do it for him. He likes women who are confident and if you fit the profile he’ll be hard quickly. Even bending over near him, letting him see your ass he’ll want to take you right there. Or if you have a bit of cleavage showing. He’s really a simple man

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I can’t see him agreeing to be submissive, especially if you want to tie him up. He has major trust issues so the thought of letting someone else have complete control over him is not something he is super comfortable with. However, if you two are very very close he might be willing to give up a little control and it’ll have to be tame. He doesn’t really want to be the one receiving pain.

Another thing is sharing you (if it’s not just a hookup). If you mean something to him, he will not let another soul touch you like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving. He loves having a hand tangled in your hair as you take him in your mouth. He likes the control it gives him. But that’s not to say he doesn't enjoy giving and he is very talented with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most times he’s fast and rough. That’s the way he likes it. He knows what he wants and he’ll take it

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Even though he likes to take you fast and rough, he still likes to make it last so he prefers to have time over quickies. But he won’t ever turn down a quickie or touching you in general

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Klaus loves to do risky things. He’s game to try pretty much anything and if you have something you want to try, he’ll likely be game to experiment with you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s an ancient vampire so he has loads of stamina. He goes at least two rounds if not more before he’ll call it quits

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns quite a collection of things to use on you, from bindings, clamps, vibrators, etc. He doesn’t really use them on himself but he’ll use all sorts of things on you if you want him to. Though he prefers not to use vibrators/dildos because he thinks the real thing (him) is better 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Klaus is a giant tease. He loves to be in control of things and he loves power. He enjoys knowing that he can make you beg for his touch, it really inflates his ego. And it’ll only be worse if you tease him back

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not super loud but little grunts will escape his lips, he’ll curse like no other, and when he gets close he’ll make the sweetest moans known to man

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s big, need I say more?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Horny all the time. Everything is heightened all the time for vampires and this includes their sex drives. Klaus is ready to go 99% of the time and every little thing you do will only make it worse

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It honestly depends on the day. Sometimes he’s out like a light. Other day’s he’ll watch over you, making sure you are asleep, his hand stroking your hair softly until he falls asleep himself

[illumose]

christmas with Klaus Mikaelson

⋆⭒˚.⋆ PAIRINGS: female reader x klaus mikaelson

⋆⭒˚.⋆ CONTENT: fluff, mention of blood

⋆⭒˚.⋆ SUMMARY: instead of going back home to see your family, you decide to spend Christmas with Klaus in New Orleans.

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This year, there would be no snow and no mountain view. Staying in New Orleans meant being far away from your family and the little traditions established over the years. No hot chocolate in front of Home Alone on Christmas Eve. And no battle of snowman in the yard with your cousins.

While you should have been saddened by this perspective, you were ecstatic to spend the holidays with your boyfriend, though he was no fan of Santa Claus.

"Love, he does not exist," he kept repeating whenever you mentioned the white-bearded man whose role was to hand out presents to kids all over the world.

"Sadly. Bloodsuckers exist, but not a man who loves gifting," you sighed every single time with a little smirk.

"He's paler than me," he retorted, his brush furiously landing on the canvas.

Dating a vampire was sometimes awkward. He had lived a thousand lives, experienced droughts, famines, and plagues. He had seen Empires crumble. And yet, he remained spiteful over your love for an old fictional man.

He did do his best to make this holiday as special as possible. He bought a tree and dozens of garlands and bulbs. He went as far as building a village on the counter, sprinkling fake snow over the little characters.

This afternoon, you decided to bake a trifle with all of his favorite ingredients. It was your way to thank him for behaving like a normal human being and not a centuries-old creature.

"Love," he called out from the front door. "I've got new pâtisseries," he continued with a hint of French accent. "Chocolate-filled beignets, a millefeuille, and the best for last, a bûche of Christmas."

You grimaced, your hands covered in mustard. He had gone out to buy black pepper for your seasoning, not desserts. He was so impulsive with his money. He'd splurge on wine, fancy chocolates, and caviar.

"Oh." He dropped the box of desserts on the counter and bit his lip. "I didn't know you'd bake."

Your face reddened. "Well, I wanted to surprise you."

"And so did I," he laughed out loud. Little dimples popped out on the side of his cheeks. If only he could be happy like that forever. Free of worries, of fear, and hatred.

His arms found your waist. "Thank you, truly."

[athenamikaelson]

Complaints and Harriet Styles

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary- The reader likes to complain a lot, everyone in Mystic Falls knows this. Klaus Mikealson finds it quite entertaining though. 

Word Count- 2.2k

Warnings- Swearing, biting, one innuendo from Santa Klaus

Note from Author- Might do a part 2 to this is ya'll want it, let me know.

“Listen, Damon. This whole, “I’m the scary brother” act you got going on it’s such a cliche man. Why not try something different, switch it up. It has got to be hella boring to have been playing the same role for over like 1,000 years, or however old you are. I wasn’t listening when Stefan was telling me the story of you two.” I try explaining to Damon as he stares blankly at me while holding a bourbon in his hand. 

“Y/N, who let you into my house?” Damon asks me as he throws back the rest of his drink and then starts to pour himself another one. I just shrug my shoulders.

“You left the door unlocked and I thought, why not? Elena and Bonnie are off somewhere and Caroline is planning some dance for Ms. Lockwood. So I had no one else to talk to.”

“You mean to complain to?” He asks with a roll of his eyes. Which in turn makes me roll my eyes.

“I don’t complain a lot.” I defend myself, which only gets me an annoyed look.

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“This is too heavy!” I yell to Caroline as she hands me a box of party supplies that she roped me into to decorate her house with for some stupid party. I look into the box and pick out a long hot pink boa scarf. 

“The hell is this for?” Caroline looks at me holding the scarf and rolls her eyes.

“To wear obviously. And stop complaining, that box is like less than five pounds.” She tells me as she takes a balloon from his pile of decorations and starts to blow it up. 

“Ok 1. You’d have to hold me down and knock me out if you ever wanted to put that thing on me. And 2. I’m not complaining, you just have inhuman strength so you can’t tell when something is heavy to frail humans like myself.” Caroline just rolls her eyes at me placing the balloon back onto the table by her. She walks over to me and grabs the box from my hands, “You complain too much.”

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“Ok, listen up, fellow soon to be seniors! If I get superglue stuck on my fingers one more time I’m throwing in the towel and going on home, it’s past my bedtime anyways.” I say walking into the classroom that holds Elena, Caroline, Matt, Tyler and Bonnie. They all turn to me, I hear a giggle come from Elena as she looks at the clock on the wall.

“Y/N, it’s only 8 p.m.” I look at her in confusion then glance at my watch, “Oh.”

Tyler walks over to me and grabs the super glue from my hand. 

“If you have such a hard time with the super glue then Caroline and I will go and do it.” He glances at Caroline who just shakes her head and laughs, “And you say you don't complain a lot.” She says to me as she passes me and squeezes my shoulder. 

“I do not complain a lot!” I yell to her as she walks out of the classroom. Elena walks up behind me and wraps her hand around my shoulder. 

“Come on, you can help me superglue Ric’s desk, but don’t worry I’ll handle the superglue.” She giggles to herself as she leads me out of the classroom and into the hallway. I’m about to start talking about how hot the hallway is but Elena halts us as a man walks in front of us. 

“Yo dude! Didn’t you see us walking here? Move!,” I look at him as he slowly takes his eyes off of Elena and onto me. He stares silently at me, a crease in between his eyebrows as if he’s debating something in his mind. The hallway is dark so I can’t quite see his features as well as I would, but the features I do see are very nice to look at. 

“Dude you deaf or something? Usually when someone tells you to move you’re supposed to move,” I frown to myself and then turn to Elena, “Wait, was that offensive?” Elena just looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. A look of fear in her eyes. I look back at the man in front of us.

“Sorry if that offended you man. Sometimes I just say things, but also like to move out of my way now please, thank you.” I go to walk around him bringing Elena with me but I feel the man grab me by the elbow pulling me into the opposite direction. 

“Hey! What the actual fuck man!,” I see that he also has Elena by the elbow as he says something to her, but I’m too busy trying to break myself free from his grip. 

“Dude literally let me go, also your cologne literally smells like the pre teen-boy section of an Aeropostle.” We halt. I see the man turn towards me with a dark look in his eyes. 

“What did you just say to me?” Oh. He’s british. God that’s hot. 

“Um, the let go of me part or the shitty perfume thing?” I watch as he looks at me also like I’ve grown a second head. I really need to find a mirror because I’m starting to wonder if I actually have. 

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” He asks me with a hard tone. 

I tap my chin with my finger in a thoughtful manner and shrug one shoulder, “The sixth member of one direction?” I look up to him with a sarcastic smile and then laugh at the incredulous look on his face, a very nice looking face. 

He begins to open his mouth to speak before he shuts it and shakes his head in frustration. And starts dragging Elena and I again.

“Dude-,” “If you open that mouth of yours one more time the next thing to come out of it will be your tongue.” Mr. British cuts me off without giving me a glance. Ok then. 

_______

Ok, so Mr. British guy’s name is actually named Klaus. The same Klaus who killed Elena, or he thought he killed her then she came back to life or something. I keep on getting bored with all these stories people keep talking about. Klaus is here though I think to not kill Elena again, or to kill Elena? Once again no clue. But he made me sit on the bleachers and just watch as he snapped Tyler’s neck and told Bonnie to contact some witch or something. There was also a pretty blonde girl, but she left with Tyler’s body and Caroline. I sit on the bleacher for another moment then stand up, screw you British guy. 

I step off the bleacher and walk over to Elena who is shaking in fear. I pull her into a hug since I think she might need one. I feel a hand pull me away from her after a moment though and come face to face with the brit. 

“Oh, great. It’s you.” I say sarcastically. 

“Did you not hear me when I told you to stay seated on the bleacher?” He asks me angrily. His hand was tightening on my shoulder.

“Obviously I heard you man. You like to talk loudly and a fucking lot. You must love to hear your own voice huh? And besides, my ass started to hurt. And also, who died and made you the boss! Just because you’re all strong and have a hot accent doesn’t mean you can just go bossing people around, asshat.”

“Y/N! Stop!” Elena yells to me desperately. I just turn to her and shrug my shoulders, then look back to wannabe Harry Styles. Harriet is looking at me with a dark look, but the grip on my shoulder has lessened. 

“Have you always had no self-preservation skills? Or are you just stupid?” He asks me. 

I stare at him in disbelief, “You know what dickwad? Just because I don’t want to deal with whatever mid-life crisis you’re currently having doesn’t mean I’m stupid. To actually let you know I have straight A’s,” I stop my rant and then roll my eyes, “Ok, mostly straight A’s, I have one D in art but that’s because my art teacher is like you,” I point to him, “A jackass, and he thinks that only his tastes and thoughts are correct. So it actually isn’t my fault. I personally think my art is much better than his.” I look back up to Klaus and he’s looking at me with an almost contemplative look. 

“Has anyone ever told you, you stare a lot?” I ask him with a sarcastic tone.

“Has anyone ever told you, you complain a lot?” He says with the same tone of voice that I used. The corner of his lip starts to move as if he wanted to smirk.

I look up in thought at his question and tap my chin, “You know what, I actually have heard that before. I personally don’t think of it as complaining though. More of, sharing my annoyance with the world.” 

The smirk on his lips is very present now and for a second I could’ve sworn it started to turn into a smile.

“To answer your question, I only tend to stare at people who gain my attention.” He tells me, making me stare at him for a second too long. 

Ya. Ok. Whatever that means. I go to give him a snarky remark but Stefan runs in looking more brutish than usual.

“Oh look! Stefan’s back!” I say, smiling at him. Which doesn’t even get me a glance in my direction as he keeps his eyes on Klaus who I now notice is standing a little too close to me. Weirdo.

Stefan goes on to say something about something but once again I don’t quite care to listen. So I go and lean against the wall until Blondey from earlier comes in and bites Elena for some reason. I quickly lean up and start walking over to her.

“Hey bitch! Hasn’t anyone ever told you to keep your hands to yourself!” The blonde, who as she looks at me I now notice is very attractive. I have to stop my ogling though because after Klaus rips her from Elena she starts to storm her way over to me. Before she can get to me though my vision is blocked off by Klaus’ back.

“Not her.” He tells blondey rather sternly. 

“Whatever.” She says as she storms off out of the gym. Klaus turns back to me and looks at me, eyes moving over my face oddly.

“You need to go home.” He tells me then turns around dismissively. I walk in front of him, stopping him from confronting Stefan. 

“You are not the boss of me, and besides why the hell would I ever leave Elena, who is my friend, alone with vampires?” I yell at him, which makes him just roll his eyes.

“Y/N, I’m not going to ask you again, you need to go home.” He tells me.

“Bitch what? You didn’t even ask me shit! You demanded me.” I want to start ripping him a new one but Elena places her hand on my shoulder

“Y/N, I’m going to be ok. Please go home, I need to know at least you’re going to be ok.” She says to me with a dreary smile. I go to argue but she interrupts me again begging me to leave quickly. What the heck is up with people interrupting me. 

“Fine,” I turn to Klaus, “But, if anything happens to her, I’m going to rip your dick off.” That makes him give a slight flinch. I give one more look to Elena and Stefan, who gives me a small nod and then head to the door. 

 When I grab the handle of the door I hear Klaus call my name from behind me, I turn around and jump when I find Klaus standing right behind me.

“Jesus man, warn a woman.”

“Next time we see each other Y/N, I’d like to see that artwork of yours that you believe deserved better than a D.” Klaus says as he looks down to me. I go to speak but nothing seems to want to come out. Klaus must’ve noticed this because a smirk forms onto his face. 

“Is this the first time you’ve ever not had a response?” He has the audacity to gain a bigger smirk, “What a shame, I was growing fond of that mouth of yours.”

“Um, ya. Um,” I start to feel my face heat up under his gaze, “I’m leaving now, oddball.” I say as I book it out of the gym. As i make it to the end of the hall I glance over my shoulder and make eye contact with Klaus who’s still standing in the same spot with the same stupid smirk on his face. 

“I’ll make sure to wear different cologne next time we meet Y/N.” Klaus says as he walks back into the gym leaving me alone.

“What the actual fuck?”

PART 2- HERE

[little-forest-goblin]

Can you do a Five Hargreeves x reader? Like the reader acts like Willy Wonka (Timotheé Chalamet/ Johnny Depp version).

Reader randomly sings a song while fighting as a strategy to distract anyone. Making sweets for the family and coffee themed for Five. His creativity in sweets gets handy with weapons (also candy themed)

Of course! sorry this took me a while but i have a life outside of writing and life has been kicking my ass into the next year. Here you go dear reader ❤️

My Candy Girl

y/n was crazy to say the least. Five had never met a woman quite like her. She was his eccentric candy girl. Sweet as sugar but as odd as odd gets. He still remembers way back when he first met her.

It was a hot june day. The sun boiling outside. It was ridiculous. You could cook an egg on the sidewalk if you so desired. Five was in the academy working on some equations in a book to pass time. He didn’t exactly have anything to do at the moment so he was making himself feel like he had something to do.

Silence was disturbed when klaus came into academy living room where he just so happened to be. “Hello my loveable and definitely not grumpy brother” Five let out a huff and looked up only to be met with not only klaus with his obnoxious habits but also a little friend next to klaus. You. God were you pretty. It made his cheeks heat a little at the sight of you but he pushed it away afterall you guys only just saw each other.

You stood there with a lollipop between your lips and your curious eyes looking around the new environment. “Man klaus, you didn’t tell you were a trust fund baby.” she chuckled.

Klaus looked to you “Well my spicy little friend i dont think it matters” Klaus pinched your cheeks quit like how a grandma would. Five however was locked onto her he wouldnt admit it (atleast not right now) but you have him hooked already.

From that day on whenever you are around he made sure to look his best. He was always in his suit and put on his good aftershave and his best cologne. He was a super genius but around you his IQ was slashed to 62 just like that.

He began to notice how odd you were, not like that put him off though. You were always looking around your environment, spaced off into la la land. You’d say some of the most random things at random times. His favorite being that time you called diego dollar general batman.

Now it wasn’t just a cute name he gave you, candy girl, but it was there for a reason. You were a candy maker. You absolutely adored candy. Thee five hargreeves in love with a candy maker? A former temporal assassin? who woulda saw that coming? Infact candy was what really brought you and him closer together.

~Flashback~

You were in the kitchen of the academy. You currently dusting a flat pan full of small light brown squares with powdered sugar. That was until five came in

Five looked at you leaning against the counter. He curiously looked between her and the pan of squares. You were so focused you didn’t even notice him until he broke the silence “What are you making?”

you looked up at him. Your eyes wild from concentration and glee of making items. “Im making candy!”

he chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully “Well no shit but what kind of candy is it?”

You smiled and continued dusting the powdered sugar onto the tan treats. “These are coffee chews”

His heart almost leaped out his chest. did he hear correctly? “Did…did you say coffee chews?”

you looked up at him and nodded “Yep. Coffee chews. They’re for you.” You made them for him with him in mind. You noticed he likes coffee a lot and never seems to get a decent cup of it. So why not make him a decent coffee candy?

He was a little flustered though he didn’t wanna show it but his eyes gave him away. He looked away trying to hide himself behind a couple walls though a small bashful smile graced his lips.

His walls could not be put up or the damn gates to be closed cause in a second you gently but excitedly and quickly grabbed his jaw turning him back to you. You had picked up one of the sugary treats and put it in his hand. “Try it.”

his eyes widened his shock paralyzing him. Was he a little turned on? …maybe. Either way he did as you said and popped the treat into his mouth. He found that it was soft and sweet but it had a noticeably nice coffee flavor. huh…a decent cup of coffee for once. He noticed you didnt let go obviously hoping for an answer “Its good. Really good actually.”

Your cheeks warmed up into a blush and you smiled happily. grateful that the candy wasnt a flop. “Good!” she let go and went to the pan picked up the treats putting them in a blue metal tin in there own little filter and shut the lid she handed it to him “Here you are! A whole tin of them!”

he blushed hard he couldn’t put his walls up in time to stop it. “For me? They’re all for me?”

you nodded “Yes there for you! Didnt i say i made them for you?”

he gently took the tin “You did but i didnt think all of them were for me” he looked at the blue tin and back to you with practically adoring eyes.

“Well they are!”

five was smitten as he chewed and swallowed the rest of the coffee chew. This was probably what sealed the deal. He had to have you, right away.

<Flashback end>

It wasn’t just him that you made candy for. You made the whole family candy too. All of them had gotten that signature blue tin with whatever little treat she made inside for them all nicely put inside a white thin filter paper.

The family began to notice fives behavior whenever you were brought up or in the vicinity. They noticed that when you were brought up suddenly he was very interested in whatever conversation was happening and whenever you were in the room or the vicinity he was quickly straightening up and fixing his suit cuffs and jacket.

It was odd for them to see there brother all totally whipped for you but it was also quiet amusing for them, not so much him though.

One day five was sat on the couch reading some books he found to pass the time. The rest of the family was talking about god knows what when you where brought up

Luther smiled as he took one of the candies from the blue tin he received “Hey guys what candies did you receive anyway? I got this blue raspberry thing. I think y/n called them raspberry color bombs”

Diego looked at him confused as he played with one of his knives twirling it and doing his usual tricks “Raspberry color bomb? the hell kind of name is that?”

Luther was excited to show diego “Okay watch! watch!” Lither popped one of the hard candies into his mouth letting it dissolve when he then opened his mouth a few seconds later to show his entire mouth was blue. It wasn’t just the normal tongue being blue no, no it was EVERYTHING. Everything from his gums, to his teeth. It was bright blue raspberry.

diego went wide eyed “Woah you look like you ate a bucket of paint” he laughed at his own joke although it was light hearted fun

klaus chimed in. He was laid across the sofa with his feet kicking in the air gently “You look like how i imagine oral with an alien is like”

luther cringed at that along with the rest of the family.

“Ew, gross klaus.” allison chimed in her face twisted in mild disgust and a face of why…just why.

klaus tsk’d “Oh come on you cant tell me you guys dont think of it”

Ben spoke up “No i think thats just you klaus. You are the only one who has probably thought of blowing an alien”

Five was silent the whole time but he was zeroed in on the conversation waiting for it to change back to the topic he really wanted to hear about. He of course didnt escape viktors eyes.

“You have any input on this five?” viktor asked looking over at him

diego spoke up “Yeah, cupid, you got anything on your mind or is it filled with something else”

klaus looked over “Or someone else?” he said pointing around at everyone as if to say dont forget it could be a someone.

five was stupified for a minute. he was like a fish out of water just learning what the hell air was. “There is nothing on my mind! There is no one on my mind either”

Klaus pffted and looked over at five tilting his head back to look at him “Oh please ewe all see the goo goo eyes you give her!”

“Yeah your not exactly subtle about it” Allison chimed in

five quickly answered trying to cover his ass “Who could i POSSIBLY be thinking about? I have better things to do than daydream about some pe—“

he was cut right the hell off by viktor “Y/n L/n”

fives face went right into a hot blush. Damn them all.

diego began to laugh, luther was confused, allison was amused along with viktor, ben could care less, and klaus was acting like he won the lottery.

“Oooo i knew it! no wonder you start putting on the ritz when she is around. Mr big bad assassin is inlove~” klaus said triumphantly ans teasingly

At that point five wanted another apocalypse to happen and swallow him whole to leave this embarrassing conversation. How was this girl he knew making him a hot mess and breaking every wall he has tried to put up!?

It’s been some months since he and his family have known you (excluding klaus cause he has known you longer) He keeps falling head over heels for you. A blushing fool is what he becomes.

One day on the news everybody hears of this house that has burnt to the ground. A few people where gathered watching it including five.

Diego turned to the kitchen where klaus was “Hey you might wanna come take a look at this. Theres this hellish fire on tv”

klaus sighed and came over with a empty glass that he was gonna pour something into “Oh goodie let me see whats the next ghost im gonna have to be forced to listen to” klaus stopped when he saw the house “Wait that looks familiar

luther looks to klaus who actually seems to be concentrating on the tv “Klaus…did you know who lives there?”

klaus took a minute until he gasped “Oh…oh no…”

diego couldnt take the silence after “what?! what?! Klaus did you know who lived there?”

klaus turned to them “Thats y/ns house!”

Fives world screeched to the finest fucking halts. Y/ns house? hold on as in y/n l/n’s house? The one that had his heart melting all the time?

The family was shocked. What the actual fuck?

that night fives world fucking crashed. How could it be normal? The girl he loved died in a fire! life was a heartless bitch. He spent the day drinking trying to numb the pain as his heart clenched. his heart fucked and his suit even more fucked.

The rest of the day the family tried to get klaus to contact you but he couldnt do it! the family accused him of being high but klaus swore up and down that he hadnt touched a thing. Diego was trying to play hero again claiming that you were probably murdered and practically had to be restrained. He was only convinced when they said wait atleast until evidence of foul play is found.

Later that night they all had to go to bed eventually. Though at some point during the night everyone heard a noise in the kitchen. They all inevitably went down there to check it out. When they got there they all flipped on the lights ready to attack but who they found was…you?

wait…YOU?!

Diego pushed to the front bewildered “Wait a minute your supposed to be dead?!”

luther was so confused “Yeah we saw your house on fire on the news. How are you still here?”

klaus chimed in “It told you gusy i wasnt high at the time! I told you i couldnt reach them!”

you looked at them confused. You were casually sat on the island counter eating a fluffernutter sandwich. “Im supposed to be dead?”

five sloppily teleported to the kitchen. By now he had sobered up but was left with a big fuck ass headache “What the hell are you idiots going on abou—“ he paused upon seeing you suddenly everything else didnt matter. He saw you and his heart beat so fast. Holy shit your alive.

your eyes locked with his and you smiled and waved “Hey five! Guess what these guys thought i was dead!”

he didnt say anything he just came to you and pulled you into the biggest hug he has ever actually gave someone. His family was right there be damned cause he needed you to anchor him. “I thought you died”

you were shocked when he pulled you to him but you softened “Its gonna take a lot more than that to kill me”

Klaus chimed in “Actually my fine furry friend i think that would’ve actually killed you. Its the fiery flames of doom so…”

five sighed and looked up glaring at klaus before letting go of you snd stepping back feeling flustered.

Viktor butted i. “Wait wait wait i dont mean to ruin everyone’s celebration that they’re actually alive but how exactly did your house burn down?”

you looked to viktor “Oh i was boiling up sugar to make candy when i remember i left my new food dye i just bought on the kitchen table so i went to grab that and i guess i left the oven mitt to close cause next thing i knew my oven mitt was on fire along with my pot of sugar. i tried putting it out but it just didnt work and eventually more was on fire and after that i dont really know”

diego was listening in carefully “I dont like this something isnt right about this.”

you shrugged and sat back up on the counter and began eating her sandwich again.

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Over the next few days five spent his time with you. He was so relieved you were alive. He stayed with you at all times.

He even stayed for your candy making adventures, most of the time spectating. He did occasionally help with small tasks like getting food dye or ingredients. He quite enjoyed watching as you made candy. He got to watch as someones skills progressed as time went on. It was fascinating.

Today you had been working on an important project. Made from candy and other items. It was a lolli dagger. A beautiful dagger made from lollipop candy. its dagger blade made entirely of pink hard candy with a wood handle to help get a grip.

five was amazed by it. “Wow. You did it”

you were amazed as you held it flipping it to be held facing down and facing up. “I did…its beautiful and perfect”

five watched with a small smile “May i try it?”

you looked to him and nodded “Here.” you handed it over into his hand.

He held it in his hand “Wow this is lightweight as well. Will the candy hold up?”

you nodded eagerly “Of course! its meant to hold up for a long time! i- oh!” you got nicked by the blade. Your finger was bleeding. Fives eyes widened “Oh my god im so sorry. I did not mean to do that”

you shook your head “i-its alright you didnt mean too. I think it was me that brought my hand to close!”

He shook his head and gently led you to sit down at the table to fix your cut. He cleaned it and bandaged it. Your eyes were looking up at him. His eyes eventually found yours and soon you were both aware of how close you were to eachother. Lips so close your breathes mixed.

[Meanwhile]

Diego wouldnt let go of that feeling that something wasnt right with the fire. He had went to your burnt house to scrounge around for clues.

He had come upon what was the area of the kitchen. He could tell by the dishes glassware everywhere that this was the kitchen area. He looked around. There was a almost perfectly intact wall that seemed to not touch much of any fire. On that wall was a window. It had a hole in the glass that looked like something was thrown through more than pressure from the heat of fire were to break it. It was like someone threw something through it.

He knew it.

[Away from meanwhile]

Five leaned into you “Did you know that i love you? I cant hold it in anymore. I have to tell you”

you smiled “No…i dont pay attention enough to notice sometimes.”

five chuckled as he leaned in closer “Do you love me too?”

you nodded and closed your eyes leaning in closer. You and his lips were so close to touching when suddenly through the window a flaming bottle was thrown startling you too away from eachother.

Before you could react the bottle had shattered and spread fire. Five grabbed you pulling you away from the flames. “What the fuck!?”

outside the window was a hooded figure. the hooded figure was gonna make a run for it when five took you and blinked to where the guy was tackling him. This caused a struggle. The hooded figure struggled rolling on the ground with him trying to choke eachother out until they got on there feet and started properly fighting. Fists and kicks being delivered.

At some point the figure got five pinned to the ground. You had no clue what to do! you were a candy maker for christs sake not a fighter! So you did what the first thing came to mind.

…

you began to sing to distract the guy. really loudly.

“TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!! HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE!!!”

everyone stopped and looked at you even five

the masked figure stopped and looked at you. Even though he was hooded you could feel confusion drip off him.

at that diego came running around the corner. He came around “IVE GOT YOU, GUYS!” diego direct kick right in the hooded figures jaw. This caused the figure to get kicked right off five who went ahead and caught his breath.

Out of the house came the family except for luther who was using the fire extinguisher to put out the fire before it got bad.

you saw you had the dagger with you. you went wide eyed and looked to diego “DIEGO! CATCH!”

diego looked to you just as you threw the candy dagger. His powers brought the dagger to him and he caught it and he began to fight the figure. Kicking dodging and fighting until diego got a couple good slashes at the figure and it sent the guy collapsing

~Timeskip~

the police had been called. It ended up being that the hooded figure was an arsonist the police had been trying to catch for a while now.

the family was talking to the officer or talking amongst themselves as a firefighter went in to check the surrounding area.

Five in the meantime after getting a wound on his head checked out by the ambulance that was taking the arsonist. Once done he looked around until he saw you. You ended up looking his way and he made a break for it and when he got to you his lips were on yours.

your arms snaked around his neck. his holding your face. When he pulled back he gave a few more softer kisses which you gladly reciprocated. “You saved my life”

you looked at him “Not quite diego did”

he chuckled “Yes but if you hadn’t distracted him i would’ve been choked out and blue”

you smiled softly kissing him a few more separate times which he reciprocated.

Five looked at you “Y/n i know this is the worst time but y/n will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and be my girlfriend”

your heart thumped harder for him than it has before. “Yes…yes i will, five” he celebrated internally before kissing you again.

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Hey hey! sorry i didnt answer this one right away its been sitting here collecting dust but you know what its time to get out the box my little friend! i love you be safe out there people! 💋😘 (P.S sorry if it isnt good i tried to replicate what you asked but its not to great. I hope you can forgive me 😔)

[gmikaelson]

The Assistant | K.M

Summary: Your were captured by Klaus Mikaelson after he caught you snooping around in his house unattended. Somehow, you end up as his assistant.

Part 2

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(Y/N) was thrown recklessly onto the cold hard basement floor that belonged to the all-mighty Klaus Mikaelson, the big bad original hybrid that everyone whispers about. He kneeled to her level, getting a little too close for comfort.

“Now why would such a pretty face risk being ripped into pieces coming here?" He teased the smirk on his lips quickly fading as he waited for her response growing impatient by the second as the both of them sat in silence.

(Y/N) sat up and scooted back from him. Shit, she thought. I've been caught. She tries to play it off but knows he can hear her pounding heart with his vampire hearing. 

"I...Uh...I heard that this would be a cool party to go to. I was just looking for the bathroom upstairs" she gulped, "please don’t hurt me" she immediately spews out 

Klaus' eyes gleamed with predatory amusement as he observed her futile attempt to create distance between them both. The scent of her fear was intoxicating, and the rapid drumming of her heart echoed like a symphony in his ears.

"Love, do you really expect me to believe that pitiful excuse? I can smell the vervain in your pocket... tsk tsk" He moved with supernatural speed, suddenly appearing and crouching behind her, his breath ghosting against her neck. "And here I thought we could have started this evening honestly."

His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with calculated force – enough to restrain but not enough to break bones. Yet. The ancient vampire pulled the vervain-filled vial from her pocket with his other hand, examining it with mock curiosity before throwing it against the opposite wall, letting the glass shards and liquid trickle to the floor.

"Now, sweetheart, shall we try this again? Who sent you to my home? And do choose your next words carefully – I'm not known for my patience, and I find torture to be such a tedious way to start an evening." His voice carried a dangerous edge beneath its velvet smoothness, blue eyes flickering with barely contained violence as he awaited her response.

(Y/N) kept her gaze straight ahead, goosebumps trailing down her skin as she felt his hot breath against her skin,  “okay, so what? You found vervain in my pocket. This town is full of vampires. I’d be an idiot not to have some on me…and in me” she added, wanting to make it clear that he can’t compel or drink from her. “And…no one sent me”

Klaus chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the basement. In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed firmly across her collarbone. His other hand traced her jawline with deceptive gentleness.

"Darling, your defiance is as admirable as it is foolish. While I do appreciate a woman with spirit, let's not forget who you're dealing with." His eyes momentarily flashed amber, revealing his hybrid nature. "I can smell the vervain in your system, yes, but that won't protect you forever. I have all the time in the world to wait it out."

He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he spoke in a hushed, threatening tone. "And as for no one sending you... I've lived a thousand years, love. I can tell when someone is lying to me. The question is, what should I do with you while we wait for the truth to surface?"

"Perhaps I should introduce you to my art studio upstairs? I find that red is a particularly inspiring color to paint with." His smirk grew wider, revealing the hint of fangs. "Though I must admit, it would be a shame to mar such a beautiful canvas too quickly."

Was he threatening her…or flirting?

(Y/N) smiles, although hints of nervousness still played on her face, “Well I guess we’ll have to get to know each other really well in the three days you wait for the vervain to leave my system. Until then, I’m afraid you won’t get anything out of me without compulsion”

Klaus' eyes sparkled with intrigue at her boldness, a genuine smile replacing his threatening smirk. He released his hold on her but remained close, creating an intimate cage with his body.

"Three days? My, my... aren't we presumptuous?" He reached out, twirling a strand of her dark golden-brown hair between his fingers. "What makes you think I need compulsion when I have such... persuasive methods at my disposal? Though I must say, your audacity is refreshing. Most people would be begging for their lives by now."

His expression shifted to one of calculated interest as he studied her features more intently, like a predator assessing its prey. "You know what? I think I'll take you up on that offer of getting to know each other. Let's start with dinner - and before you worry that pretty little head of yours, you'll be sitting at my table, not on it. Though I do recommend you don't try to run... my hospitality has its limits."

"Follow me, love. Let's see if your wit remains as sharp over a glass of wine." He gestured toward the stairs, maintaining his dangerous charm while making it clear that this wasn't actually a request.

(Y/N) gulps, adjusting her hair, not looking away from him. She also adjusts her shirt, "I wasn't worrying. I told you, I have vervain in my system so you can't drink my blood" she starts walking up the steps and out of the basement. Most of the partygoers were gone, just the people who lived here remained...and the people they were feeding off of. 

Klaus followed closely behind her, amused by (Y/N)’s continued display of bravado. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her past the grotesque scene of feeding vampires with a possessive touch.

"Sweetheart, if I wanted your blood, a little vervain wouldn't stop me. I've endured far worse pain in my millennium of existence." His fingers traced small circles on her back as he led her toward his private dining room. "Though I must say, your confidence is either incredibly brave or remarkably stupid. I haven't quite decided which."

He pulled out a chair at an elaborately set table, his movements graceful yet predatory. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across his features as he poured two glasses of wine from a bottle that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. "You see, love, I find myself intrigued. Most people who sneak into my home are either suicidal or working for someone powerful enough to make them feel brave. Yet you... you carry yourself differently."

"So tell me," he sat across from her, his intense gaze fixed on her face, "what makes a beautiful woman like yourself risk everything to enter the lion's den? And please, don't insult us both with another story about looking for the bathroom."

(Y/N) takes a look around, "how about you answer me first?" she lifts the glass to her lips, taking a small sip, "do you just randomly have the table set in case there are any impromptu dinners that need to be held?" She ask, lookin at him over the rim.

Klaus leaned back in his chair, a mix of irritation and amusement playing across his features. He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red liquid dance.

"Careful, love. Your charm won't distract me from the fact that you're still avoiding my questions." He took a deliberate sip of his wine before continuing."Though to satisfy your curiosity, I always keep a proper dining setting. You'd be surprised how often I entertain... unexpected guests. Some leave satisfied, others leave in pieces. The outcome usually depends on their cooperation."

Standing smoothly, he moved behind her chair, his hands resting on her shoulders with a touch that was both intimate and threatening, causing her to flinch slightly. "Now, since we're playing this little game of quid pro quo, how about we make it interesting? For every question you answer truthfully, I'll grant you one of your own. Lie to me, however..." His fingers tightened slightly on her shoulders, "and I might have to reconsider my generous hospitality. What do you say, sweetheart?"

"What if I don't have an answer for you?" (Y/N) says, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart

Klaus' fingers traced up her neck, sending an intentional shiver down her spine before he leaned down, his lips barely grazing her ear.

"Now that's the first honest thing you've said all evening." He moved back to his seat with supernatural grace, picking up his wine glass with a calculated casualness that belied the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Though I find it hard to believe someone as intelligent as you would risk entering my home without purpose. Perhaps you don't have all the answers, but you certainly have some."

Rising again, he circled the table slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey. "Tell me this much, love - did you come here of your own accord, or are you another pawn sent to distract me while some pitiful plot unfolds? Because if it's the latter..." His expression darkened dangerously as he stopped beside her, "I should warn you that I've already dispatched the group of vampires who tried to breach my study while you've been keeping me... entertained."

(Y/N)’s heart skips a beat at what he says, just the confirmation Klaus needed. She shrugs, "I told them it would be foolish to try and distract you. My turn,"  She reaches for an egg roll, biting into it, "define what exactly you mean by 'dispatched'?"  asking with a hint of worry in her tone

Klaus' expression shifted to one of lethal satisfaction, clearly pleased to have caught her in her admission. He reached out, thumb brushing away a crumb from her lower lip with deliberate slowness.

"Ah, so you were part of their little scheme after all. How disappointing." His voice carried a dangerous edge as he gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "As for your question, love... let's just say they're currently redecorating my courtyard in various pieces. Though I saved their heads - might need them for identification purposes. Perhaps you'd like to help me with that?"

In a blur of movement, he had her pushed against the dining room wall, one hand pressed beside her head while the other still held her chin. "Now, sweetheart, since we're finally being honest with each other, why don't you tell me exactly who 'they' are before I decide whether you'll be joining your friends in their artistic contribution to my garden?"

The breath was slightly knocked out of her chest at his actions, "bold of you to assume that they are my friends" (Y/N) responds. 

Klaus' eyes flickered with intrigue as he leaned closer, his body effectively caging her against the wall. The scent of her perfume mixed with fear created an intoxicating combination.

"Not friends then? Even more interesting." His free hand trailed down her arm, a deceptively gentle touch that contrasted with his threatening posture. "Tell me, love, if they weren't your friends, what leverage did they have to make such a clever girl take such a foolish risk? Because right now," he pressed closer, his lips ghosting along her jaw, "you're the only one left alive to face my... disappointment."

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose her neck. "I can hear your heart racing, darling. Is it fear? Or is there something else you're not telling me? Because I'm starting to think there's much more to this story than a simple distraction attempt."

"nuh uh,” she says boldly, “I think it’s my turn to ask a question. I just answered yours"

Klaus let out a dark chuckle, his breath warm against her neck. Instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, one hand still tangled in her hair while the other traced patterns on her hip.

"By all means, love. Your attempt to maintain control of this situation is rather... entertaining." 

His eyes gleamed dangerously in the dimmed lighting, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Though I should warn you - my patience isn't infinite, and dawn is still hours away. Ask your question."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze intense and calculating. "But choose wisely, sweetheart. The nature of your question might reveal more about you than my answer will about me."

"Hmm," (Y/N) takes a moment to think about her question, "What’s your favorite painting technique?" She asks curiously. She can see the slight pinch in his brows that form at her question. 

Klaus' expression shifted from dangerous to genuinely surprised, then intrigued. His grip on her hair loosened slightly as he studied her face with renewed interest, searching for any sign of mockery but finding none.

"Of all the questions you could ask while pinned against my wall..." He released her suddenly, taking a step back with an appreciative smirk. "I prefer oils. They're unforgiving, much like myself - every stroke must be intentional, decisive. The depth and richness they provide is... unmatched." His eyes darkened with passion as he spoke about his art. "Though I must admit, I'm particularly fond of mixing my own colors. Sometimes with... unconventional materials."

Moving to the side table, he poured more wine into both glasses, his movements precise and elegant. "Now, love, since you've shown an interest in my artistic pursuits, perhaps you'd like to see my studio? Though I should warn you - some of my recent works are still... fresh." His tone carried both an invitation and a threat, reminding her of the bodies he'd mentioned earlier.

"I would" she answered with a small smile, "and I would like to inform you that you just asked me a question and I answered it truthfully. The ball is now back in my court." (Y/N) walks over and takes her wine glass. 

Klaus' lips curled into an amused smile as he inclined his head, acknowledging her clever manipulation of his own game. He gestured toward the ornate staircase with an exaggerated bow.

"Quite the skilled player you're proving to be, aren't you, love?" He followed closely behind her, his hand finding its way to the small of her back once again as he guided her up the stairs. "Though I must say, your interest in art rather than self-preservation is... refreshingly unique. Most people in your position would be asking about escape routes by now."

As they reached the top of the stairs, he paused, turning her to face him with supernatural speed, her breath hitching at the sudden action. His eyes searched hers intensely, a mixture of suspicion and fascination evident in his gaze. "Go on then, sweetheart. Ask your question. But remember - while you might be clever enough to play this game, I've had a thousand years to perfect it."

(Y/N) turns her head, looking down to the courtyard, "who are the other people who live here?" she asks, turning around and stepping closer to the railing. 

Klaus moved to stand beside (Y/N), his shoulder brushing against hers as he gazed down at the courtyard below. The moonlight cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the dangerous beauty of his profile.

"Ah, curious about my family, are we?" He turned to face her, leaning casually against the railing. "My siblings - when they're not daggered in boxes for their betrayals - occupy this compound. Elijah, ever the noble one in his suits; Rebekah, my sweet sister with a rather unfortunate taste in men; and occasionally Kol, when he's not causing chaos elsewhere." His tone carried both affection and threat when speaking of his family.

He stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate gentleness. "Though I should warn you, love - any thoughts of playing my siblings against me would be... unwise. Family feuds are strictly an internal affair, and I'm rather protective of what's mine." His eyes flashed dangerously despite his soft touch. "Now, since you've shown such interest in my household, tell me - what exactly were you looking for in my study while your... associates created their distraction?"

(Y/N) hesitates for a moment, taking a breath before speaking. "They spoke about a weapon...one that could take you down. That's what I was supposed to find," she says, looking into his eyes as he tucks her hair back

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, his hand sliding from her hair to grip her throat - not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to demonstrate his power. His eyes flickered amber for a moment, betraying his hybrid nature.

"And here I was, starting to enjoy our little game." He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he spoke. (Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat. "Tell me, sweetheart, did they happen to mention what kind of weapon? Because I've spent centuries ensuring that anything capable of killing me was destroyed." His other hand gripped her waist possessively.

"Though I must admit," his grip relaxed slightly as a cruel smile played across his lips, "sending someone as captivating as you was clever. They clearly knew my... appreciation for beauty. But they severely underestimated how many beautiful things I've destroyed over the centuries." His thumb traced her bottom lip, the gesture both threatening and intimate. "So what's it to be, love? Will you tell me everything now, or shall we wait for the vervain to leave your system?"

(Y/N) tilts her head, not answering his question. Suddenly her lower lip started quivering and her chest heaved as tears formed in her eyes.

Klaus' expression shifted minutely, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he watched her tears form. His grip on her throat loosened, though his hand remained in place.

"Now, now, love. Don't tell me those tears are for the people who sent you to your death?" He studied her face intently, centuries of experience making him search for any sign of manipulation. "Though something tells me there's more to those tears than simple fear or regret."

His thumb wiped away a tear that escaped down (Y/N)’s cheek, the gesture surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been threatening her. "You mentioned they weren't your friends. Were you perhaps... coerced into this suicide mission? Speak freely, sweetheart. I find myself rather curious about what could drive someone like you to attempt such a foolish endeavor."

"T-they lied to me" she mumbles, turning her face away from him, wiping the tears with her hand, leaving a trail of mascara,

Klaus caught her chin gently but firmly, turning her face back towards his. For a moment, his expression showed genuine intrigue rather than its usual threatening demeanor. In a swift movement, he guided her to a nearby chaise lounge.

"They lied to you?" His voice carried a dangerous edge, though it wasn't directed at (Y/N). "Do elaborate, love. I find myself particularly... interested in those who would use deception to orchestrate plots against me." He settled beside her, maintaining an intimidating presence while showing unexpected patience.

His hand moved to rest on her knee, a gesture that could be interpreted as either comforting or possessive. "Tell me everything, sweetheart. And do keep in mind - I can still tell when you're lying, tears or not. Though something tells me," his thumb wiped away another stray tear, "these particular tears are quite genuine."

"I...I was seeing someone. I didn't know he was a vampire. A few days ago he told me that he needed me to do something for him and when I refused, he told me that my sister would be harmed if I didn't cooperate," she sniffled, "said all I had to do was go up to your study and grab this...weapon. They said you'd be distracted by the party. And now, like the idiot I am, I realize they never told me exactly what I was supposed to get. They planned on me getting caught.” she said in realization, grappling with revelation, “so that when you take me to the basement, they go in themselves." 

(Y/N) turns to Klaus, "They deliberately sent me in because they assumed you'd kill me instantly" I cry more, "How could he do this to me?"

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, but for once, his anger wasn't directed at her. His hand moved from her knee to cup her face, thumb brushing away tears with unexpected tenderness.

"Ah, love. The oldest trick in the book - using an innocent's heart against them." His other hand clenched into a fist, veins appearing briefly under his eyes before he controlled himself. "Tell me their names. Particularly this... boyfriend of yours. I find myself suddenly very interested in having a chat with someone who would orchestrate such a cruel manipulation."

He pulled her closer, his predatory nature momentarily overshadowed by a protective anger that surprised even him. "And your sister? Where is she now? Because if they've harmed her..." His eyes flashed amber again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I might have to demonstrate why I've survived a thousand years while others have perished trying to outsmart me.” 

"I don't know any of them, but I'm assuming you killed them all already when they went into your study. As for my sister, she's with my...I don't even want to call him boyfriend anymore. His name is Liam Johnson."

(Y/N) takes his hands into hers, "Please Klaus, I'm begging you" she pleads, "I know we don't know each other and you owe me absolutely nothing but please help me save her. She's too young for this vampire business. I'll do anything you want. please. “ The please comes out as a broken whisper. 

Klaus' eyes darkened at her touch, a complex mix of emotions crossing his features. He intertwined his fingers with hers, studying the delicate contrast between their hands.

"Liam Johnsen," he repeated the name like a death sentence, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "How convenient that I already know exactly where this particular vampire likes to nest." He reached up, brushing her hair back from your tear-stained face. "And as for owing you nothing... well, let's just say I have a particular distaste for those who use innocent siblings as leverage. Hits rather close to home, you might say."

In one fluid motion, he stood, pulling her up with him. His hand cupped her face, thumb tracing her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers with intense focus. "I'll help you retrieve your sister, love. But understand this - once this is done, you belong to me. Consider it payment for my assistance." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Do we have a deal, sweetheart?"

(Y/N) nods her head furiously, "Yes. please just help her. She doesn't know about any of this. She’s only 15 and doesn't know about the supernatural. I just want to keep her safe. please klaus. I will be forever indebted to you"

Klaus' grip on her tightened possessively as a predatory smile spread across his face. He pulled her flush against him, one hand tangling in her hair while the other wrapped around her waist. (Y/N)’s forgot how to breathe for a moment

"Forever is a very long time, love. Be careful what you promise to an immortal." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "Though I must admit, your devotion to your sister is... admirable. It reminds me of someone I know." The last words carried a hint of personal meaning.

He pulled back slightly, his expression turning deadly serious. "Now, listen carefully, sweetheart. You'll stay here where it's safe while I handle this... situation. And by handle, I mean I'm going to remind dear Liam why crossing an Original is a fatal mistake." His thumb traced her jawline with dangerous gentleness. "Don't worry about your sister - I'll ensure she returns home with no memory of this unfortunate evening. You, however..." his eyes darkened with possession, "You'll be staying right here where I can keep an eye on my newest... acquisition." 

She nods, taking a seat as he walks away. She wipes the tears from her face, "Please hurry. I do not want to imagine what the asshole might have already done to her since his friends are dead"

"No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word." He pressed his lips to her forehead in an unexpectedly gentle gesture. "And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously as he pulled away. "Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home."

In a flash, he was down by the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he turned back to look up at (Y/N) one final time, "No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word. And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously. 

"Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home. And when I return... we'll discuss the exact terms of your newfound indebtedness to me." 

With that, he vampire sped out of the compound, leaving behind a very worried (Y/N). 

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(Y/N) dug a hole into the carpet of Klaus’ study, unable to sit still. Klaus appeared suddenly, startling her, his expression cold and calculated as blood stained the edges of his formerly pristine shirt. His eyes tracked her startled movement with predatory focus.

"Your sister is safe at home, tucked in bed with no memory of this evening's... unfortunate events." He moved to pour himself a drink, maintaining a deliberate distance from her. "As for your former paramour, let's just say he won't be manipulating any more innocent women into his schemes."

He took a slow sip of his bourbon, watching (Y/N) over the rim of his glass with dangerous intensity. "Now, about our arrangement, love. Since you've proven yourself either brave or foolish enough to enter my home once already, I think it's only fitting that you remain here where I can ensure you won't be involved in any more plots against me. Consider it both protection and insurance."

(Y/N) sighs in relief, sitting back down, nodding her head, "Okay. I’ll...stay here. although I’ll have to come up with some excuse so my family doesn't worry" she sniffles, thinking about what to tell her family. 

Klaus observed her from across the room, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator assessing potential prey. He swirled the bourbon in his glass methodically.

"You'll tell them you've taken a job as my personal assistant. The pay is excellent, of course," his lips curved into a cold smile. "And you'll be free to visit them - under supervision. I'm not completely unreasonable, love, but I'm not foolish either." He set his glass down with deliberate precision.

Moving closer, he towered over her seated form, his eyes hard and calculating. "Let me be clear, sweetheart - while I've helped your sister, don't mistake that for trust. You entered my home as part of a plot against me, regardless of the circumstances. Consider yourself lucky that I find you... intriguing enough to keep alive."

She nods standing up. She looks at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him, "thank you" she whispered closing her eyes and relaxing against him

Klaus stiffened at the unexpected contact, his body going rigid. After a moment, he firmly grasped her shoulders and pushed her back, his expression hard and suspicious.

"That's enough of that, love." His voice carried a warning edge as he created distance between them. "Don't mistake my assistance for kindness. I'm not your savior, and this isn't a fairy tale." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm still the monster they warned you about."

He moved to the door, his posture tense and predatory. "One of my hybrids will show you to your room. I suggest you get some rest - tomorrow we'll discuss the exact terms of your... employment. And sweetheart?" He paused, casting a cold glance over his shoulder. "Don't try anything foolish during the night. The consequences would be... unfortunate."

He disappears and a few moments later, one of his hybrids comes to escort her​​

Klaus watched from the shadows of the upper balcony as his hybrid led her down the corridor. His expression remained calculating and cold, fingers drumming thoughtfully against the railing.

"Make sure she stays in her room, Darren." His commanding voice echoed through the hallway, causing his hybrid to straighten immediately. "And do keep in mind - if she manages to escape on your watch, you'll wish I had left you suffering through those transformations in the Appalachians."

He turned away, his footsteps echoing ominously through the compound as he headed toward his study. The night's events had left him with much to consider - particularly the curious mix of bravery and vulnerability she’d displayed. But trust wasn't something Klaus Mikaelson gave easily, and one rescued sister wouldn't change a thousand years of paranoia.

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A/N: so excited to finally get this out. Any feedback is appreciated

This was getting too long so I decided to split it. I’m so happy with what I can up with. The banter is just *chefs kiss*

part 2!

I love you ♡

P.s. let me know if you want to be tagged when I post the second part

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Hey! Can I request some mean dom klaus with teasing and cockwarming?

She knew better

Klaus let out a low chuckle as he felt his girls face pressed between his thighs, nuzzling at his crotch like a desperate little slut. He could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, the warmth of her breath going through the material until it heated the tip of his eagerly awaiting dick. But still Klaus only stroked her hair knowingly, his fingers scratching at her scalp every now and then as he watched her drool on his lap.

“Poor baby” he mocked with a pout “so needy” he murmured, stroking her cheek and encouraging her to lick at the rough fabric so that his cock could just about feel the delicate sensation. Her whines only pleased him more as he felt her desperation rise, fuelling his ego and pride even more.

Klaus loved how she would beg, how she would submit and behave for him. So easy to control and command.

He had been listening to her sweet lips plead for his cock for what he could only assume to be hours as the day grew older. Her arousal was beyond obvious, he could smell it with his senses and hear the wetness when she would move as her pretty pussy wept for him.

Her face had been nudging at his pants for ages, desperate whimpers for him to let her at least see it, touch and taste. And yet for some reason which she could never understand, he denied her. Purely for his own cruel fantasies, watching her suffer and beg. Of course Klaus knew that eventually he’d let her have it, he’d probably fuck her until she couldn’t stay conscious and even then she wouldn’t want him to stop. He was obsessed with how desperate she was for him all the time, loved him like to other and let him treat her like a fuck doll? What was she a love-struck demon? Certainly no angel with a needy cunt like hers.

“Please” she cried, pressing her open mouth to his crotch, her teeth grazing along his thigh, along his cock causing a sharp shiver through his body. Her eyes looked up at him, begging him silently. His fingers gripped her hair tightly, pulling her face out from between his legs making her whine.

“Shut up, love” he mumbled, pushing her back down onto her knees as he tore the button off his jeans and finally pushed them down. As expected her hands quickly helped drag them down his legs to his ankles so she could get between them. The action made him chuckle and his hand grabbed her face when she went to nuzzle it against his boxers. “Easy sweetheart” he teased as he pulled himself out of his briefs.

“Bloody hell” he breathed, stroking his pulsing, dripping cock. He let go of her face, watching her moan immediately and shove her face forward, her mouth straight onto his shaft. He breathed in heavily as her saliva coated him effectively, her tongue lapping and lips sucking as much as she could all at once. Klaus let his head lean back against his chair, much like a King in his throne. A faithful servant between his legs.

His hands gripped her hair and the arm of his chair for dear life as she tried to suck his soul through his dick. The sound of her hot little throat struggling to keep him in only turned him on more as she forced her head up and down him. His fingers twisted in her hair, tangling in it and pulling it painfully but she just couldn’t care less.

Within minutes his hips were moving, fast and harsh as he shoved himself down her throat over and over. He could feel the warm tears fall down her face and onto him while her hands caressed at his balls and her mouth made a mixture of blurry noises between her chokes and gags.

A mixture of his hips snapping up and her head being shoved down resulted in thick spurts of warmth spilling down her welcoming throat as she swallowed over and over. Klaus groaned loudly, still bobbing her head back and forward with his hands caging her face. His eyes closed for a second as he listened to her gulp his cum down as though it were her first drink in days.

Once she had licked up every last drop he pulled her off of him. An instant whine left her and he patted her cheek with a hum. “Let me see” he whispered lowly. She spread her thighs at the command, lifting her dress up so he could see her bare pussy. Her thighs were slick in her arousal and he smirked at the sight. “Oh dear” he murmured, a soft chuckle leaving his lips making her whimper.

He moved his hands under her arms and lifted her with ease into his lap, her open thighs allowed her to easily straddle him. Her soaked cunt pressed against his solid cock which was still wet from her mouth. His hands slid round to her back and found the zip at the top of her dress. It was a sweet dress she had purposefully put on to tease him, a seemingly innocent dress but by now they both knew better.

Regardless of what it was supposed to represent, he pulled it from her frame and tossed it to the floor with a sigh. She let out a breathy “yes” as her skin rose with goosebumps and his warm hands slid down her arms as he vibrated with a hum.

Her eyes stayed on his hooded ones as he looked down at her. His hands moved to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze to hear her little moan of slight satisfaction. Klaus could feel her cunt pulse against his cock and slid his hands back round to her back. His lips began to upturn into a small smile as he let his hand smack her ass harshly. He felt his body jolt and a short cry left her as she knocked forward. He slapped her again making her press her knees against the edges of the seat either side of his thighs.

He smiled when she lifted herself and grabbed her hips tightly, her hands moved on instinct to grab his shoulders as he shoved her back down but this time onto his cock. A loud moan left her and she immediately went to bounce on top of him but he didn’t let go of her hips and kept her down.

Her eyes lifted to meet his in confusion, he only looked back at her with an amused twinkle. “Klaus” she whimpered and he hummed knowingly “please” she begged.

“Please what?” He teased

“Fuck me” she whined and he chuckled

“Later” he promised but she only looked offended making him resist the urge to laugh

“Now” she complained

“No” he answered simply and her brows furrowed

“Why not?”

“Because what I say goes” he answered without hesitation and she fell quiet. He raised a brow “doesn’t it?” He pressed and after a beat she nodded with a sigh.

“Yes” she whispered and he smirked.

“Good girl” he praised. “Now come here” he gestured her close and she obediently leaned against his chest. Her naked front pressed to his clothed one and his hands stroked her back with a hum. Her face moved to hide in his neck, breathing his scent which only made her wetter.

He could feel her trying to subtly grind herself against him, he made sure to put a stop to that as his hand bet her ass in another abrupt slap. A yelp left her and her nails dug into his shoulders through his henley. “What did I say?” He growled and she whimpered submissively.

“Mm sorry” she mumbled, pressing her nose to his skin. He gave another smack but a little lighter, enjoyed how her body would flinch and her pussy would tighten. She sniffled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. She tried her best to settle herself and just appreciated the fullness of his cock inside her. Her ass stung and her body was trembling in desperation but she didn’t move this time. She knew better.

He rubbed his hand up and down her spine slowly, spreading a trail of warmth across her skin. Both hands moved down to her thighs, caressing them tenderly and feeling her tight little pussy squeeze him needily in response as his fingers brushed closer to her core.

Her teeth sunk into her lip when she felt one of his fingers stroke at her clit. Her tummy twisted pleasantly and her awareness of his dick inside her seemed to heighten. His throat vibrated with a hum against her cheek as he circled her sensitive little button. Her breathing staggered as he began to rub her slowly.

“Don’t make a sound” he whispered, a smirk on his face. She nodded obediently, her hands curled into his henley and held on tightly. Meanwhile his fingers played between her legs, flicking, stroking, rubbing relentlessly. Her breathing was a mess, tears slipped down her face and onto his shoulder whilst she struggled. Both her tongue and lip were bleeding from how harshly she bit into it to keep her desperate noises at bay like he said to and he could feel her nails imprinting his skin.

It took every ounce of will to not grind against him as he used a second finger to play with her little bud of nerves. She could feel his cock leak inside her as he began to move his fingers against her at an inhuman speed. He knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the friction and a pleased, amused grin spread across his face at the loud cry she let out, her hands clinging to him for near life as her his jumped to get away from the harsh touch.

“I thought you wanted to play” he whispered gravelly and she whimpered, her eyes watery with desperation.

“Play nice” she whined and he let out a laugh

“I don’t play nice sweetheart, and I don’t play fair” he told her as his hand moved to grab her chin, pulling her face away from his neck to look at her. He wiped away the little tear under her eye and looked to the blood that pooled on her lips. Without hesitation he leaned down and slid his tongue across it, letting out a groan as her blood tickled his taste buds. Her mouth opened and he wrapped his tongue around hers like he knew she needed.

The soft moan she released at the way her cunt squeezed him was enough conformation. He wrapped his hand round her throat as his mouth dominated hers. His other moved down to her waist, wrapping his whole arm around it and pulling her as close as he could. He could feel her walls grip his cock tightly as he did so, he knew she’d lose it soon.

And he was right.

Once his fingers were toying with her poor clit while his lips moved from her mouth to her throat and his cock twitched inside her, she was fully crying. Sniffles and gasps sounding from her as little tears scattered down her cheeks so matter how much she tried to wipe them. His fingers moved to their own rhythm, sometimes painfully fast and other times it was torturously slow. His hips always still. No matter how many pleas she sobbed for him to fuck her, he wouldn’t give her even one thrust.

She mumbled and moaned into his chest, her hands trembling as she held onto his shirt so tightly that her nails went through it and into her own palms. Her lower belly felt like it was ready to explode but Klaus wouldn’t let it.

“Nik please” she gasped and he hummed

“But I’m having fun” he murmured, kissing her neck before pulling away and resting his chin on top her head. “Are you having fun my love?” He asked and she nodded her head, then shook her head and making him chuckle. “Sweet girl” he purred and she cried.

He leaned forward, squishing her against him and grabbed his jeans from the ground and pulled them up. She frowned and wiped her eyes “what…” she whispered as he put them on but didn’t do them up, keeping her on his cock.

“Everyone’s getting home sweetheart, I don’t want them all knowing how you’ve soaked my thighs now do I?” He muttered, kissing her forehead “Now don’t move, be good and I’ll fuck you silly before bed” he whispered, pulling her dress over her head and adjusting the skirt so nobody could tell she didn’t have any panties on or, more importantly, that he was inside her. She let out a disappointed and frustrated huff and he smirked.

“Good girl” he uttered with a wet kiss to her cheek as his family began to filter in and he told them that she was tired and had a headache. He could feel her angry glare on his face when he stroked her hair but it didn’t stop the smile on his face from growing. His hand had to cover his face to stop himself from laughing when her pussy clenched and she would give a muffled “I hate you”

It was a long day and at the end of it, he gave her a cruel smile, kissed her cheek and told her he was too tired.

She slept with him still inside her, just waiting for morning to arise so she could finally have her reward. After all she knew better than to rush it.