#klaus mikaelson dimples

[belle-keys]

idk how to describe it but klaus is so… cherubic?

[michaelslover]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson (romantic)

Hi anon! Thank you for your request. Have fun reading :)

KLAUS MIKAELSON YANDERE HEADCANONS

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: Yandere!Klaus Mikaelson, age gap (mans is 1000+ years old), obsession, mention of killing and blood

English isn’t my first language!

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When Klaus first saw you, he was mesmerised. You were the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on. The way you carry yourself and light up the room with your contagious laughter.

Yes, the (old) hybrid fell in love with you on first sight and trust me, he can’t believe it either.

When he first asked you out on a date you were excited. Of course you noticed him as well. People talk, as well as your friendgroup. It’s safe to say that they don’t like him that much.

You, on the other hand, grew to like him pretty fast. He wrapped you around his finger and promised to show you the world. And he never breaks promises.

The darkness that surrounds him, the unbelievable charm, his golden curls and small dimples. The way his eyes light up when he looks at you, the fire you feel in your chest whenever he walks past you or gives you one of „those looks“. You can’t get enough of this man and he knows it. He enjoys it.

But don’t you worry, he is as obsessed with you as you are with him. The love he has for you is deep.

He would kill for you. There is no line in this world that he wouldn’t cross for you.

Someone gives you a dirty look? He gives you their heart on a silver plate. How about a dumb comment? Don’t worry darling, he’s very skilled when it comes to slitting someone’s throat open and kissing you whilst doing so.

He would go on his knees for you. He would give you everything. Manipulate and kill anyone who gets in his way. It’s like he’s bound to you.

You drive him crazy.

When you told him that a guy at work was flirting with you and made attempts to get closer to you, the hybrid would come home covered in blood of your so beloved coworker, having done god knows what to him.

Klaus even goes as far as holding your hand, kissing you and caressing your tender skin in public. It’s like no one’s watching when you’re together.

And if someone’s watching then he makes sure to show them who you belong to. Having an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to his body.

I feel like he would want you both to wear matching bracelets. You know the cute, black ones with silver pearls? Or you would get a matching tattoo ;)

[sitaraa--writes]

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Let's get started!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒷𝑒𝓈

Lady In Shining Armour

Due to the recent arrival of the Mikaelsons in town, your best friend Caroline doesn't have time for you anymore. It hurts to see you and the girl who has known since you were in diapers grow apart. But when she saves your life, confessions follow up and you realize that vampires are not the only things immortal...

Angst, fluff ---- COMING SOON!

Outing

Caroline is so not in high spirits, but you know just the thing to cheer up everyone's favourite blonde.

Fluff, a lil' bit of angst ---- COMING SOON!

Dating Miss Mystic Falls

Headcanons of you dating (let's face it) the best Miss Mystic Falls the town has ever had.

Fluff, smut, possibly angst ---COMING SOON!

Nothing... yet.

𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽

Control

You're new at being a witch and you're not great at controlling your magic. You realise that your older sister Bonnie is the only one who can help you, but you got into a terrible fight with her just a few days back... but blood is thicker than water.

Angst, fluff ----COMING SOON!

Diary Entry

You're crushing on the supposed nemesis of the gang, Klaus Mikaelson, who earns a vivid diary entry. Your friend Bonnie finds out. Disaster ensues.

Angst ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Best Summer

Headcanons of you and your best friend Bonnie spending the best summer ever.

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!

Assurance

Amidst the supernatural chaos of Mystic Falls, you and your friends are fighting everyday for your lives. It is easy to be scared, but why fear when Bonnie is here?

Fluff, possibly angst ---COMING SOON!

𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽

Baking Lessons

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that two crafty teenage girls in the kitchen is the perfect recipe for a disaster.

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!

Fragments

You are the youngest Gilbert, who recently found out that you had been compelled to leave town. You lose your trust in your eldest sibling, Elena.

Angst ---COMING SOON!

Nothing... yet.

Nothing... yet.

𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮

Burn

I'm just loving that dress on you. Let's burn it.

Smut ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

It Has Always Been You

Under a state of intoxication (was it just the alcohol?), you reveal your darkest desires to Stefan, who does his best to make them come true.

Smut, fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Nothing... yet.

Moment

Amid the supernatural occurrings of Mystic Falls, you and your boyfriend Stefan finally find a moment for yourselves.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮

Phone Sex

The title says it all...

Smut ----COMING SOON!

Weekend

Headcanons of how you and your boyfriend Damon spend the weekend.

Slight smut, fluff ---COMING SOON!

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼

𝓞𝓷𝓮

Apology

Your boyfriend Damon has been acting very possessive and controlling and you get into a huge fight with him. You go out for a drive to clear your head but end up in an accident instead. Damon finds you and takes you home, making up for everything he had done.

ANGST, fluff

Requested by: @imagine-all-the-fandoms

The Mikaelsons Masterlist here

Hola, mis amigos!

I'm Avani. I'm new here and I mostly write for myself, but I read all these wonderful stories here and I wanted to share my work as well. I live for books. I'm particularly drawn to classics and I just love the enemies to lovers trope. Cats are love and they should totally rule the world!

I'm also an amateur writer, an artist and I love cooking. I'm a Scorpio and my house is Ravenclaw. I have a knack of being obsessed with everything and anything I come across. I mostly write on Bridgerton and TVDU.

I'm an Elijah girl and have a thing for chin dimples and bespoken suits.

You can find me under #xvxni posts .

XOXO,

Avani

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Tears Of The Sky

masterlist

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, also a pinch of jealous nik

summary: a rainy day with klaus - requested by @viavolterra-wp

a/n: via i'm gonna get to the angst request for klaus but i suck at writing it and i'm trying to come up with something depressing to write about lmao, i hope this fills the void in your soul <3

song: valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You contemplate on whether or not you should throw it out the window.

"Shut off the bloody alarm," Klaus says from his spot next to you on the bed.

You reach over and press the stop button before looking outside. A smile makes its way to your face when you see the rain pouring down. You turn and kiss Klaus on the forehead, "Nik, get up, it's raining!"

"So?" He pulls the blankets closer to him, effectively ripping them off your body. After dealing with that for so long, you don't even bother trying to steal them back.

"Well, we can't let a good rainy day go to waste, can we?"

"Of course we can, love."

You roll your eyes and huff as you fall back on the bed, "Well, if you don't get up, I guess I'll have to find someone else to spend the day with. Maybe that brunette Salva-"

In an instant Klaus is up and on top of you on the bed, "I think my company would be better than his anyday," he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't know about that," you push further, "he was good company that one night a few weeks-"

You are cut off as Klaus starts tickling your sides, "What was that, love?"

You squirm under him as you try to break away, "Nik! I c-can't breathe! Stop! Please!" Your laughs make him smile, showing his beautiful dimples that you love so much.

"Hm, since you asked so nicely," he stops and falls next to you on the mattress. His head is resting on his arm and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers.

Your face heats up at the compliment. "I also think you are very pretty, Mr. Scary Original Hybrid."

He grins, "You think I'm scary?"

"Oh, not at all, you are a soft puppy," you take a hand and squeeze his cheeks.

He playfully scoffs and grabs your wrist, "I am not a puppy."

"Sure you aren't. Anyway, I was thinking we could bake some cookies."

"Great idea, love."

You two get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You both brush your teeth, hair, and after having a small water fight, you wash your faces.

You head to the kitchen with Klaus behind you. You grab a bowl and place it on the counter, "Nik, can you grab the butter, flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips."

He nods and gets them while you grab a whisk, pan, and preheat the oven.

"Thank you." You two now add the ingredients into the measuring cups so everything is prepared. "Okay, do you want to do the honor of pouring the first ingredient," you ask him.

"'Course I do," he grabs the flour and holds it over the bowl.

"Pour it slow-"

It was too late. He flipped the cup upside down and although most four stayed in the bowl, there was a good amount now floating in your faces. Klaus and you swat your hands and cought a bit at you breathe in the flower.

"Oops. Now I know for next time," he shrugs.

"Who says you are going to pour it next time?"

"Me-"

"Let's add the softened butter and eggs now," you put them into the bowl and handed Klaus the whisk. "Stir gently, please."

He nods and as he stirs you slowly pour in the sugar and then the chocolate chips.

"Perfect! We can start rolling them and placing them on the pans."

You two roll them into balls and space them out on the baking pans before putting them in the oven. After washing your hands, you and Klaus go into the living room as he picks a movie, "The Parent Trap? Nik, you know me too well."

"What can I say," he grabs a blanket and tosses it onto the couch. You sit down and cuddle with him on the couch as you wait for the cookies to finish.

The timer on the oven goes off and you stand up, place the oven mitts on, and take the two pans out, putting them on the stove. Nik appears next to you and he goes to grab one but you slap his hand away. "No! They are too hot, Nik. You'll burn yourself."

"Pfft, I'm an Original, love. A cookie isn't going to burn me," he goes back to grab one. You sigh and watch in amusement as he places one in this mouth, jumps around while it burns him, rushes to the garbage to spit it out, and then goes to the sink to spray cold water in his mouth.

"What happened to, 'i'M aN oRiGiNaL, lOvE. a CoOkIe IsN't GoInG tO bUrN mE.'"

He crosses his arms and walks out of the kitchen back to the couch. You laugh and follow him to continue the movie while the cookies cool down.

Now you were laying on a couch in Klaus' art room as he painted you. "Nikkkk, this is taking forever," you groan.

"Don't move, love. I'm almost done."

You think for a moment, "Isn't the butterfly effect crazy?"

He lets out a deep sigh, "Not this again, love. Last time you made my brain hurt."

"It's just like, interesting to think about. If I take one step in another direction, that changes my whole life. That brought me to thinking about other dimensions."

"Other dimensions?"

"Yeah. I heard somewhere that there could be other dimensions where there is every other choice you could possibly have made. That's a lot of dimensions."

"I'm confused," Klaus glances at you and continues to paint.

"Here's an easy example, if there was a fork in the road and I chose one choice option, in another dimension I would have chosen the other."

"Ohh, that makes sense."

"Yeah, so then I was like, wondering if there are several versions on ourselves living on earth in the same timeline."

Klaus drops his head, "Sweetheart, I don't know how much more my brain can handle."

"Okay, I'll save that one for another day. It's hard to explain anyway."

"I'll hold you to that, love. I just finished anyway, come and see," he says excitedly. Although he has hundreds of drawings and paintings of you, he gets just as excited to show you them each time.

You head over to where he was sitting in front of his canvas, "Nik! It's stunning!"

"Not as stunning as you," he winks at you.

"I love it, Nik."

"And I love you," he pulls you to him and places his lips on yours. You pull back after a bit and leave him in a daze.

It's now afternoon time and Klaus said he was going to take you out to dinner. He told you to dress up but you were stuck on picking a dress. There was only one person you could call for help on this matter.

You go and grab your phone, scrolling through the contacts, before calling the number. After about two rings, the call is picked up.

"Bex!"

"Hello, angel," you hear the voice of your best friend come through the phone.

"Bekah, I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too. Is Nik being tolerable? If not I can come and rescue you and we could run away together."

"Yes he is, but I'll take up that offer any day."

"Great! I'll start planning."

"Before you do that, I need your help. Nik is taking me to dinner and I can't pick a dress. I have three top choices but I need you to pick from them, please," you say while grab a perfume you are going to put on.

"Sure! Send me seperate pictures of each one and I'll text you which one I think you should wear."

"Thank you! You're a lifesaver, I love you so much."

"Love you, too. Call me again soon!"

"Of course, bye Bex."

You hand up the phone and send pictures of the dresses. A minute later you get a response from her and you smile. You throw on the dress she picked and you go into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.

You finish getting ready and put your heels on. You go downstairs and see Klaus on the couch waiting for you. He hears you and turns, he has you clench his jaw to keep it from dropping.

"Are you ready to go, Nik?" You stroll towards him and grab his hand.

He blushes and stutters out a yes. He grabs his car keys and you grab a large umbrella. Klaus grabs you by the waist and speeds you both into the car so you were barely wet.

On the drive there, Klaus let you choose the music - which barely ever happens. You, of course, took that to your advantage.

You get into the diner and the waiter takes you to a booth. You order drinks and Klaus glare as the waiter as he takes your food order.

He walks away nervously and you put your head on your hand as your elbow rests on the table.

"Is it really necessary to glare at the poor boy?"

"Yes it was. He was staring at you."

"Usually when you are talking to a person, you look at them."

"He was stuttering."

"Probably because you were scaring him."

"But-"

"You get jealous too often."

"I can't help it, you are too gorgeous."

"I promise you that you don't have to get jealous, Nik. I love you," you smile at him.

"I love you, too," he grumbles.

The waiter comes back with your food, "H-here you go, enjoy."

You smile at the boy and whisper, "Sorry about him."

He nods and smiles back before walking away.

After Nik pays for the dinner, you too go back to the car. Once you arrive back home, Klaus carries you inside and speeds you to your shared room.

He tosses you onto the bed and goes on top of you. He kisses you so passionately that it speaks so many words.

You tug on his hair in the back and he puts a hand on your waist and one resting on the bed next to your head.

He bites your bottom lip and slides his tongue against it. You open your mouth and move your tongues against one another. You both pull back breathlessly after a few minutes.

"I've been waiting for that all night," Klaus says.

"Of course you have. Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"Sure," he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you.

Klaus speeds to the bathroom across the hall to get ready and you use the one in this room. You take off the makeup and jewelry. You do your nighttime routine and throw on one of Klaus' shirts and a new pair of underwear.

You hop into bed and pull the cover over you. Klaus joins you and you hand him the remote, "You can pick what we watch this time."

"Hmm, decisions, decisions."

He finally picks a movie and you are surprised to see it was Twilight. "You enjoyed the movie?" You recall back to when you introduced him to the saga and he seemed like he hated it the whole time.

"Not exactly, but it's fun seeing the way they made vampires and werewolves."

"Touché."

You lay your head on Klaus' chest while he plays with your hair. Your eyes flutter shut about an hour and a half into the movie. He kisses your head and whispers, "Goodnight, my love," before falling asleep.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey girl I’ve just seen your Elijah x plus reader post, could you do one for klaus?

klaus mikaelson x plus size reader headcanons:

— warnings, lots of talks of body image, insecurities of weight & appearance, talks of binge eating, KLAUS BEING THE BEST BOYFRIEND!!!

first of all, klaus thinks you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth bro

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

he adores you so much bby

this man will legit get mad if you mention anything negative about your appearance

“do you think my stomach looks werid in this d—“ “no, my love, it does not. please stop with this utter nonsense, you look as beautiful as you always do. extremely, extremely beautiful.”

“i don’t like the way my arms—“ “little love, if you even think about finishing that sentence with an insult to your heavenly self, i will throw you over my lap and spank your arse raw.”

you finished the sentence

WHENEVER HE BUYS YOU CLOTHES HE ALWAYS BUYS YOU FIGURE COMPLIMENTING THINGS!!

he loves you are ur body an actually obsessive amount 😋😋😋

“why would you even want to hide such beauty?”

LITERAL HEART EYEESSSSSS

when you wear said clothes his whole breathing stops, his eyes widen, he blushes, he stutters

he’s actually a little simp for you icl

ofc if you say to him the clothes that gets you, you won’t wear bc they make you genuinely uncomfortable - he will stop

BUTTTTT continuously tries to convince you bc he genuinely doesn’t understand why you would ever want to hide your body away when it’s so perfect and beautiful

he never oversteps any of this boundaries with you tho!!

if you tell why they make you uncomfortable (i,e they highlight my figure etc) he’ll just be SOOO confused

“that is the point, my love. your body is gorgeous - why would you want to hide it?”

I WOULD DIE

if you ever tell him you’re scared he won’t be able to lift you bc of ur weight or something…

he’s always picking you up, spinning you around, carrying you places, making you sit in his lap even if there’s a chair available to you just to prove you’re being RIDICULOUS

he’s all smirks and dimples as well like ‘you sure about that love’

when or if you decide to open up to him about your binges and cravings - he takes it all very seriously, anything to help his little love!!!

he’ll explain to you how he manages to get over his cravings for blood and try to help you if that’s what you want

BUT HES JUST FULL OF SOOO MUCH REASSURANCE AND LOVE FOR YOU BABE

hes actually the best bf

don’t every try test me on that

he knows that expressions on your face when you start feeling insecure about yourself and your body and immediately he’s there with you and kissing you all over your face, pulling you away from everyone else and whispering compliments

and/or taking the piss out of the people around you to distract you and make you laugh that laugh of yours he loves so much

my man 😋😋😋😋😋

[moremaybank]

NASTY — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x gf!reader

summary you and klaus finally take the next step in your relationship (based on the song "nasty" by ariana grande)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), choking, hair-pulling, creampie, let me know if i missed any :)

author's note pls don't roast how corny the summary is, i didn't know what else to put 😭 i'm really proud of this one so likes/reblogs are much appreciated ♡

klaus masterlist ;; softcoremaybank's nav

You got me all up in my feels, in all kind of ways

I be tryna wait, but, lately, i just wanna keep it real (real)

No more playin’ safe, let’s take it all the way

I’m just sayin’

After spending months secretly pining for each other, you and Klaus knew your chemistry was real. More real than anything you’d ever felt. It was a once-in-a-lifetime connection that neither of you could walk away from — not that you wanted to.

That being said, when the two of you finally decided to take things to take things to the next level, you agreed to move slowly. You wanted to build up to that first shared moment of passion organically. You wanted it to be special and worth the wait. The first physical expression of your love for each other deserved to be given the utmost respect, and held to the highest of standards.

But then, tonight, Klaus had gone the whole nine yards with your date, and looked drop-dead gorgeous while doing so. He said all the right things, did all the right things, and showed you how truly well he knew you. You felt loved and cherished, special beyond compare. Klaus always treated you as if you were a rare and precious gem (he’d also argue that you actually were one), and tonight was no different. 

Now on a walk around the city, taking in the city's bright lights and bustling nightlife hand in hand, Klaus looked over at you. “So, on a scale from one to ten, how’d I do tonight?”

With a knowing smile on your face, your eyes met his. “I think you did all right.”

“Oh, come on, love. We both know I did far better than just all right.”

“You just want to hear me say that you were perfect,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him. 

Klaus’s steps slowed and came to a stop, yours along with his. “Maybe I do,” he breathed, now holding both of your hands in his. You grinned, inching closer to his face. You gave him a soft kiss, long enough to answer his question from earlier but short enough for him to chase your lips when you pulled away. 

“You were perfect. You are perfect. I’m so in love with you, Klaus.”

Klaus’s face lit up at your words, and a shade of crimson dusted onto his cheeks as he smiled widely. His dimple was on full display and he looked like a kid in a candy store. “i love you too,” he spoke, his hand finding your cheek and guiding your lips to his. He met you with a slow and steady kiss, his touch instantly spreading a warmth deep into your bones. 

As he pulled away, the sounds of the world around you silenced. Your eyes were stuck on each other, shy smiles plastered onto your mouths. 

“Klaus,” you murmured, so present in the moment that you were encouraged to take a risk. 

“Hm?”

“Take me home. Make love to me.”

I just wanna make time for ya (yeah)

Swear it’s just right for ya

Like this pussy designed for ya (yeah)

Ten outta five on ya

Know I would sign on the line for ya (yeah)

Bet I look nice on ya (yeah)

Open my mind for ya (yeah)

When the two of you had reach Klaus’s bedroom in the compound, he takes his time with you. He unzips your dress, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin as he does so. He lets your dress fall to the floor before hooking one of his fingers under your bra strap. He tugs it down your shoulder, letting his lips leave wet kisses behind. His hands trace over your curves, down to your hips and over the expanse of your stomach. When his fingers tease the hem of your panties, you shiver, feeling your slick coat the inside of the silken fabric.

“You’re so beautiful, love. Turn around. Let me get a proper look at you,” Klaus rasps. He helps you turn to face him, and his eyes trail over your partially naked form. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra. It falls away, leaving your bare breasts in plain sight. “So bloody perfect,” he speaks, cupping both of your breasts in his hands. His thumbs swipe over your nipples, and they perk up at his touch. 

“Klaus, please. I need you,” you beg, urging him to get things moving.

“Let me take my time with you, love. I want to make you scream my name as many times as I can.” 

Klaus leads you backwards, watching you lay down on the bed. He quickly discards his shirt before climbing onto the bed and towering over you. His breath fans over your clothed core when he spreads your legs and levels his face with it. He can see your arousal soaking the lace that barely covers you. His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your lace-clad pussy and teasing you through the thin fabric. Your hips slightly grind against the tip of his tongue, yearning for more pressure. He lets his teeth graze over your clit, and you let out a quiet gasp, one so hypnotizing that Klaus wonders what you'll sound like when you fall apart under his touch.

Next, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your legs agonizingly slowly. He cast them over his shoulder before returning to your dripping core. He laps at your entrance once, letting your taste coat his tongue. He seems pleased when he lets out a satisfied groan. “Christ, you’re so sweet, love. I could bury my tongue inside you and stay there forever.” His lips leave wet kisses up your folds until he reaches your clit. He flicks it with his tongue and smirks instantly at the small mewl that leaves your lips. Dying to hear more, his lips circle your clit while he teases it with his tongue. He licks and flicks and sucks your bundle of nerves with precision, already pushing you closer and closer to your impending high. 

“Klaus, yes. Right there,” you whine, arching your back and grinding your hips against his face when he grunts around you. It sends a jolt of vibrations through your body, and you revel in the fact that you and Klaus can now have each other in the way you’ve been longing for all this time. 

Interrupting your thoughts, you feel Klaus’s finger probe your seeping entrance, and he looks up at you as he draws his mouth away from your core. He fucks you with his thick digit, being sure to curl it inside of you with each thrust. “Close already, love?” 

You nod furiously, “So close. Don’t stop, please.”

“That’s it, my love. Beg me to make you cum,” he rasps, bringing his lips back to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, pulling on it with his pressure. His tongue swirls and strokes against your sensitive bud in a savorous manner, and if that wasn’t enough, he slips another finger into you. Klaus smirks against you when he hears your gasp. 

“Klaus. Oh, shit, please. I’m so close,” you whine. Your hand threads through his curls, tugging on them as you writhe around on the now dishevelled sheets. “Yes, yes. Oh my god, yes.”

You feel the coil in your belly snap, immediately falling over the edge at Klaus’s mercy. Your cum coats his plump lips, and when he licks you up, his face glistens with your release. You tug on him, signalling that you want him closer. He leans in and grants you a deep kiss. You taste yourself on his lips, and it makes you weak in the knees. 

“You taste good,” Klaus says.

“Oh, yeah? What do I taste like?” You question.

“Mine.”

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (yeah, yeah)

What you waitin’ for? (What you waitin’ for?)

What you waitin’ for?

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (yeah, yeah)

What you waitin’ for? (What you waitin’ for?)

What you waitin’ for?

Don’t wanna wait on it

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (nasty)

Tonight, I wanna get nasty (nasty)

“Klaus, please,” you say, urging him to get things moving. “You don’t have to be so gentle. You don’t have to take your time.”

Klaus’s brow arches, “Is that so?”

“I don’t want you to hold back. I can take it. Just— I need you inside of me.”  

Klaus doesn’t need to be told twice. He strips his pants and briefs off, quickly casting them aside and climbing onto the bed to join you. With his body between your legs, his hand slithers its way up your thigh, purposely ghosting over your cunt and continuing its path up your stomach, then the valley between your breasts, before finally coming to a stop when his fingers curl around your neck. He gives it a squeeze, the lust completely blowing out his baby blue irises and letting the darkness take over. “You want it rough?” He asks, pushing your head further into the pillow. “Have it your way, love.”

Klaus’s free hand takes the opportunity to bend your right leg, pressing down forcefully on the back of your thigh and exposing your pussy to him. He spits down onto your cunt, and his hand leaves your neck to slide his cock through your folds and lube it up. Then, without warning, his thick length slams into your cunt as his hand grips your throat again. He buries himself to the hilt immediately, and you let out a loud gasp at how full you felt within a single second. He drags his cock out slowly before rutting himself into you harshly again, eliciting a cry from your lips. 

“So bloody tight,” he grits through his teeth as he starts to snap his hips against yours. The feeling of your sopping wet walls gripping him like a vice pushes Klaus to lose his control little by little with each thrust. He had always thought you intoxicating, but at this moment, finally being inside you and getting to learn your body as well as he knows your mind drives him up the wall. Something that adds to that fact is that he now has a whole other way to show you convey how much passion he feels for you.

“Oh, Klaus. Shit, you’re so big,” you moan, gasping for air as his cock fills you up to the brim. It rams into you so deep that you swear you already see stars. There isn’t a single square inch of your walls that goes untouched by him, and you wish you could keep him right where he is forever. Stuffing you full and taking up all of your senses. 

You’re already beginning to feel the coil in your belly forming as Klaus fucks you, your walls clutching his cock and squeezing him as if it’s milking him for all he’s worth.

“Baby, I-I’m close,” you stutter his hips rock mercilessly into yours. 

“Not yet. You don’t cum until I say so. All of it belongs to me,” he grunts, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your stomach. His calloused palm presses down on your spine, arching your back as far as possible before slamming himself inside you again. Klaus’s hands find your hips and tug you backward to meet his thrusts so forcefully that they elicit weak and whiny strings of profanities and moans from your lips each time. 

“Oh my— Fuck,” you cry, burying your face into the pillow and biting the thick material. 

Klaus’s hand threads through your hair, pulling your head up and out from the pillow, while the other one lands a harsh smack against your ass. “Do not hide from me. I want you screaming.”

Your cunt clamps down on his cock again, threatening to prevent his escape, but this time, Klaus is willing to let you bask in the glow of your high. 

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Soak me. Show me what a good girl you are, how pathetic you are for my cock,” he speaks. He starts to fuck into you harder and deeper still, his cock rubbing against your sweet spot and sending tingles throughout your body. Your skin is buzzing and is covered with a dewy sheen as you finally fall over the edge with a loud cry. 

promise i’ma give it to you like you never had it

i do it so good, it’s gon’ be hard to break the habit

you’re like a whole constellation (yeah)

swimming like you on vacation (yeah)

promise i’m still gonna love you when you wake up in the a.m.

You’ve barely started to come down when Klaus’s hand wraps your hair around his hand, giving him the leverage to pull your back up against his front. That same hand snakes around your throat to hold you in place when he speaks. 

“You didn’t think I was finished, did you?” He asks, mock-filled concern evident in his voice. His other arm wraps around your waist, holds you tightly, and he gives you a sharp thrust. He smirks when he hears you gasp and fucks up into you once more. “We won’t be done until the morning, darling. And even then, I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go of you.”

Your hands brace themselves on top of his, your nails digging into his skin when Klaus starts to move faster. Each bounce against his cock causes your ass to clap against his front, and your skin is already so raw from his previous actions that the contact adds some pain to your profuse pleasure. 

The squelches from your past releases fill your ears and spur you on as you think about how Klaus already had you at his mercy twice without taking anything for himself. He's prioritizing you and taking pride in making his girl feel good. 

“K-Klaus,” you mewl, feeling your legs tremble when the hand around your waist moves to your clit and begins to toy with it. “Oh my god.”

Klaus’s mouth nears your ear again, flicking your earlobe with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. “God, I love how you sound when my cock is inside you. How deep am I, sweetheart?”

“S-so, so deep,” you speak, the struggle evident in your tone. 

Klaus slaps your clit rather harshly and speeds up his thrusts, causing a shriek to leave your lips. “No stuttering, love. Let’s try that again. How deep am I?”

You inhale shakily as you try your best to collect your bearings. “So deep."

“Yeah? Are you going to cum for me again? Let me see how gorgeous you look up close?”

“Yes. Yes,” you whine, feeling the tide approaching you. It crashes over you even stronger than the last one, the overstimulation doing wonders when it comes to leaving you breathless. You feel him everywhere like he’s taken over all your senses, and it's as if he’s the only one that exists in your world. 

And he is.

boy, you know the vibes, i don’t waste no time

take what’s on your mind, make it real life

get all the homies to bounce

switch from the bed to the couch

and get to know what i’m feelin’ inside

so much conversation, words so sweet

been so well-behaved, but, boy, i’m weak

yeah, my body’s gotta say something to you

that’s one way to tell i speak the truth

You sag against Klaus’s front as you try to regain the remnants of your sanity from your last orgasm. “Klaus,” you breathe, your hand curling behind you and caressing the back of his neck. “Come here.”

“Still inside you, love,” he speaks. 

“I know, but I wanna make you cum. Sit over there, lean against the headboard.”

Klaus obliges, granting you a saccharine kiss on the cheek before slowly pulling out of you. He takes a seat, resting his back against the headboard of his bed. His cock is still standing tall and proud, not having allowed himself to release just yet. You crawl toward him, your legs still shaky as you do so, and straddle his lap. Your hand circles his cock, stroking him gently and watching him let out a satisfied breath. You guide it toward your entrance, probing the tip before sinking onto him. 

“Your tightness should be a sin, sweetheart,” he rasps.

You give him a wink, your hands smoothing up his arms and resting firmly on his shoulders. You begin to roll your hips, the angle instantly allowing his cock to stroke against your g-spot. You first take things nice and slow, allowing yourself to control each of Klaus’s reactions. His gasps, low and raspy groans, the way he screws his eyes shut as he tries to keep his composure when his teeth sink into his plump bottom lip. He was beautiful, so achingly stunning that it twisted you up inside in the best way possible.

Because he was yours.

You decide to change your position slightly, lifting onto your feet and gaining the leverage to start bouncing on his cock. Klaus’s hands find your waist as you fuck him, and he tugs you closer so he can bring one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth scrape over it, and you arch your back in response, yearning for more.

“Stuff me with your cum, Klaus. I won’t waste a single drop. Want it all,” you moan, goading him on. You know your words have the desired effect when he twitches inside of you. “Please.”

One of your hands drops from his shoulder and runs up his chest, resting around his throat as you hold his gaze on yours. The other reaches behind you and starts to massage his balls as you bounce on him harder. “Look at me, baby. Wanna watch you fall apart, see how sexy you look when you fill me up.”

Klaus’s breath hitches, and you can see him slowly letting go of his restraint until he finally snaps. He groans deeply, followed by a few curse words as his seed releases into you. You continue your movements while you let him ride out his high, cradling his face in your hands and peppering kisses all over his face. 

When Klaus comes down, he’s quick to give you a smug grin, and you immediately know he’s up to something.

“That smirk of yours should be illegal,” you smile, shaking your head at him. “Do I even want to know what’s going on in that forever-scheming mind of yours?”

His hand cups your cheek, his rough thumb stroking your smooth skin as he looks at you like you hung the stars. “I’m just so lucky you’re mine.”

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[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Klaus's relationship with Kassandra

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Ok, these two. They have a complicated relationship, but aren't all of Klaus's relationships like that?

When Kassie was little she would braid Klaus's golden curls and she would make flower crowns for him

She could sense that there was bad blood between him and their father

She knew their father hated Nik so she always made sure to give him extra love

Her choice and desire for peace didn't sit right with Klaus who was always offended when she didn't choose his side.

She would explain to him that there's no point in fighting internally and that they have to be strong and united together. Her peaceful nature often clashed with Klaus's fiery desire for revenge and violence.

Klaus would view Kassandra as a baby and someone who could potentially hinder his plans.

He would, like the rest of his siblings, be extremely protective of her. He has a lot of enemies and knows that they would exploit and abuse his love for Kassandra.

He would try to hide her whenever he could, not wanting others to know of her existence. He would (for a long time) view her as weak and a liability.

And her fondness and apparent preference for Elijah over him would make him jealous and envious for her attention.

He loved her, yes, more so than his other siblings, but was still wary of her often childish innocence and optimism. Her positive outlook on the world and her insistence on helping humans annoyed him to no end.

"Humans are nothing but food to us, not our friends" He often told her. She would insist that they were also humans once, but all her arguments would fall on deaf ears.

Over the centuries, Klaus had daggered most of his siblings at least a couple of times.

Elijah and Kassandra were a different story.

Klaus kept Elijah around since he viewed him as useful and someone who was always there to clean up his messes.

Kassandra on the other hand was kept around purely to keep Klaus company and to entertain him.

His youngest sister always had a knack for music and singing. She would often sing to him to try and pacify him, and, even though he would never admit it, it worked.

She had a calming effect on him and was able to tame him in a way no one else could.

Klaus and she often argue - she doesn't appreciate how he tends to dismiss her opinions and ideas, and she doesn't like how he daggers their other siblings.

They share a love for the finer things in life

They love touring art galleries, opera houses, and theatres

She had definitely been his muse and he has painted her several times throughout the centuries

She herself loves art but prefers pencil drawings and water baised painting

She never got the hang on oil painting like Klaus did

Extreme baby sister privileges!

Klaus has killed people for looking at him the wrong way, but Kassie calls him out on his bs, and leaves with out a scratch

It seems like she's the only person on the planet (besides Elijah) who can calm him down and tame his inner wolf

She never loved him any less because of the fact that he was her half brother

She never cared that he was a werewolf, on the contrary, was a staunch supporter of him breaking the curse in 1492

She loves poking his dimples. That's her go to way to make him smile

And it always works

"Come on! Smile! It would do you wonders if you let yourself be happy for once!" She said while poking his cheek

*he rolls his eyes and tries to keep a straight face*

"You have a beautiful smile. The world would be a better place if you smiled more"

[heatherstyles]

HOMECOMING

klaroline - footballer x cheerleader au

Caroline Forbes stood on the sidelines, her heart pounding with anticipation as the final moments of the championship game ticked away. The Timberwolves, had fought tooth and nail for this victory, and now, with the scoreboard in their favour, victory was within their grasp.

“History has been made tonight as the Timberwolves claims victory in one of the most unforgettable games of the season!" The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium, setting off a wave of cheers and celebrations.

Caroline couldn't contain her excitement as she embraced her squad, and chanted their cheers for the last time tonight. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she scanned the football field, searching for one person in particular.

And there he was, her boyfriend, Klaus Mikaelson, the captain of the Timberwolves' football team, running towards her with a victorious grin on his face. Caroline's heart skipped a beat as she watched him approach, feeling all the butterflies in her stomach. 

"Klaus!" she exclaimed as he reached her, unable to contain her joy. Without hesitation, he lifted her up in his arms, spinning her around in a whirlwind of happiness. Caroline's laughter bubbled up as she clung to him, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

As Klaus set her back down, their eyes met, and Caroline felt a jolt of electricity pass between them. She wrapped her arms around him, savouring the warmth of his embrace.

"You were amazing out there! I'm so proud of you," Caroline said, her voice soft and endearing as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you for being here tonight, love," Klaus let out, his voice breathless after the game.

Caroline pulled away from him slightly, but laced her arms around his neck. "Seriously? I would NEVER miss your games, you should know that by now. Also, I gotta be on watch out for all of your groupies back there," she teased, nodding towards the crowd of adoring fans.

Klaus flashed her his trademark dimpled smirk, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Well unfortunate for them, I’m spoken for, ” he said, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a passionate yet tender kiss, sealing his victory once again with her by his side.

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[klonnieshippersclub]

I think you answered this already but what’s Bonnie‘s nickname for Klaus? I know Klaus’s nickname for Bonnie would be little witch and there’s no arguing that lol !!!

Not to be contrarian, but I think Bonnie deserves a better nickname than "little witch." I don't think anything is wrong with it BUT everyone calls her that! She's tiny and petite. She gets enough of that from her friends. Klaus needs to be a little more original. He's a creative person. He should be able to come up with something more unique. I kinda like the idea of Klaus calling Bonnie "Beauty." Apparently Bonnie means "pretty" or "beautiful" in Scottish. It fits! Any more unique ideas?

Onto your question, I think Bonnie would have two nicknames for Klaus. One would be something she calls him in private. The other nickname would be something she'd call him publicly. I think Bonnie would call him Dimples behind closed doors and when they are alone. It makes sense that she would find his dimpled grin to be one of his most identifiable features that she loves. The whole Mikaelson family has them. Their future kids will have dimples too! She'd publicly call him Handsome or Viking or something like that. It's a little less cute, but they suit Klaus. He does come from a Nordic family.

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - freaky friday time travel fic

my prompt was the future Caroline Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes swap places and I was like, okay, I am going to shoehorn an entire plot in here after prom but before graduation. author is loading canon and firing it into the sun

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The package was sitting innocently enough on the porch swing when Caroline got home from school. After a weird day of fielding concerned questions from her peers about Elena’s whereabouts–Stefan and Damon locking her in the Boarding House all weekend after prom was a last-ditch effort that looked like it wasn’t working–Caroline wasn’t really in the mood for a surprise. 

When a cautious sniff towards the box brought her the acrid smell of oil paint and turpentine, though, she had to bite down on her smile. The smell liked to cling to Klaus after he’d been painting all morning, as she’d discovered two days ago, the morning after prom. She’d been crossing the Square, coming from the Sheriff’s department toward the Mystic Grill to meet Matt for lunch and flashcards, when her name being called pulled her head back to the here and now.

“Caroline!” Klaus’ smile was delighted to see her as he crossed the street to meet her on the grass, dimples brighter on his face than the sunshine, and god wasn’t that cheesy and ironic, just like her agreement to be friends with the nightmare creature that had plagued their lives for months. Even stranger, that she actually wanted to. Okay, maybe he hadn't been plaguing their lives very hard recently. What with the others unleashing Evil Dead and Elena taking home all the queen bitch prizes previously scooped up by Katherine, Klaus had almost seemed like your friendly neighborhood serial killer in comparison. 

She waited until he caught up, swinging a large brown paper bag by string handles. “A word of advice?” she offered. He raised his eyebrows in intrigued curiosity. “Don’t go loudly chatting up the Sheriff's teenage daughter in the middle of town when you look like… that,” She gestured at all of him, including his loose-necked henley and comfortable jeans liberally smeared with paint, “Unless you want to get called a dirty old man behind your back.”

The laugh was practically startled out of him. He looked like an artist grad student at most, the kind that would debauch you on the furniture props, but judging by the slightly judgy looks from a few faces she could see around the square, that was too old for just barely eighteen Caroline. Oh yeah, Liz would be hearing about this before the day was out, and wasn't that just what Caroline needed?

Klaus leaned forward slightly, for all the world looked like he was sharing confidences with her. "Do you find me old, sweetheart?" he asked, dimples on display.

"Ancient, decrepit," she deadpanned.

His voice dropped a little softer, and unconsciously this time she leaned in a little to hear him. “You know our kind don’t measure time in years, sweetheart, it’s more about experiences.”

With a scoff and an eye roll, she leaned back. “Oh my god, you did not just ‘Age is just a number’ me. It’s jail for you, sir.”

“Mmm, they haven’t built a prison that can hold me yet, but if you prefer that sort of role-play, I'm sure I could think of something,” he said cheekily.

“Wow, okay!” She laughed, trying not to think of ‘Klaus’ and ‘role-play’ in the same context, “You are feeling much better than the last time I saw you.”

He seemed to sober, tension pinching his soft mouth. “Silas hasn’t shown himself that I’m aware of. Elijah is refusing to hand over the cure to either Rebekah or myself. Her on the grounds that she failed her trial, and me…” Klaus glanced away.

Caroline tried to dredge up some sympathy, really she did. “Well, we are all very much hoping there will not be an apocalypse hell-on-earth. I never met your parents and I would like to keep that track record going, thanks.” Klaus ducked his head, laugh soft, and Caroline nearly preened. “So, what’s in the bag? Thumb screws? Arsenic? Stolen lollipops?”

“Your imagination is a never-ending delight, love. There’s an art supply shop down the street that orders my paints for me. Which is fortunate, I was getting low on Cadmium Orange.” His fingers fiddled with the bag string.

“That is a very specific color,” she teased gently.

He tilted his head to the side in a self-deprecating sort of way. “Well, I need it for a very specific bit of shading, you see. The fall,” he gestured vaguely with one hand at some unseen painting, “Isn’t quite right. I’ve been working on it all night.”

Wrinkling her nose at him, she adjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Is that why you have that ‘freshly bathed in linseed oil’ smell?” Knowing she was about to set the tongues wagging but unable to resist the look it would put on his face, she reached out and snagged his hand, flipped it over backside up. Bright yellow paint was smeared on his skin. “You missed a spot.” she pointed out helpfully.

He rumbled softly in his throat. “So I did.” When Caroline looked up, his hungry blue eyes were on her, quiet, watchful of what she’d do next.

“So,” she said, drawing out the vowel, “I’m supposed to meet Matt for lunch.”

“The human?” Klaus managed to fit a world of disgruntled judgment into two words.

“Ugh.” Caroline dropped his hand with a bit of force. “Matt is failing some of his classes and needs a study buddy. I happen to be queen of the flashcards, thank you very much. Finals are next week, and I just want…” She paused, emotion clawing up her throat and she swallowed. Blinked. The sun that seemed so bright before–but not warm, never warm, never again–seemed a pale imitation of itself. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Klaus’s hand hovering next to her arm as if wondering if his touch was unwelcome.

This wasn’t helpful, this wasn’t what she needed, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the Square, for god’s sake. Her chin raised, she looked Klaus in the eye. He looked solemnly back. “I just want us to make it through graduation. All of us. So.” She pasted a smile on her face. “I do what I can, which means flashcards.”

Something bitter tilted his mouth. “The talents of a general and they have you tutoring the quarterback.”

Caroline scowled at him. “It’s not a waste of my time to care about my friends. You certainly benefited from that.” With a huff, she turned to go, and he stepped sideways into her path.

“Admitting you care, love?” There was something predatory about the glint in his eyes.

Raising her eyebrows loftily, she pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat from his body that seemed to cling to hers. “In your dreams, Klaus,” she shot over her shoulder as she headed toward the Mystic Grill.

While her vampire hearing might have been bogged down by the noise in the Square, she was annoyingly attuned to Klaus’ presence. His parting words reached her easily: “Someday, you will.”

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

In the spirit of the season, here's a little KC Christmas fluff. Enjoy!

***

“Kol, I'm going to tear your balls off and rip them apart,” Caroline muttered as she moved around in the kitchen, frantically stirring and whisking.

It had been over and hour, and Kol was late.

Yes, she was aware that he was busy, but so was she, and they had been given off days at the hospital, would it really hurt him to arrive on time for once?

The doorbell finally rang and Caroline sprinted to open it, ponytail flying behind her, flour on her cheeks.

Kol stood at her door, looking sheepish and his hands in his pockets. “Kol, there you are! I swear, if you're late one more time, I'm going to do some serious damage to your dick—”

“Caroline,” Kol interrupted her, a very fake smile on his face, his teeth gritted. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a guest.”

He stepped aside slightly to reveal someone Caroline had seen many times in the hospital, not many of which had been very good.

“Caroline,” said Klaus Mikaelson, with a smile that was all teeth. “It’s a pleasure.”

***

“I cannot believe you right now,” Caroline snarled at Kol while he sat at her kitchen island, nervously drinking wine. “You are such an ass.”

“His flight was cancelled,” Kol muttered. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Um, I don’t know. Tell him to go away and not come to my house?” Caroline suggested furiously, whipping the cream with vengeance. “He pisses me off enough at the hospital, Kol, I do not need him in my house at Christmas as well.”

“He’s not that bad. Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that, Caroline, he’s nice to you.”

“When he is, it’s a rarity—he teases me, Kol.”

“Everyone knows about your little crush, darling.”

“I do not have a crush on him. He’s an ass.”

“Just be an adult about it and tell him. You're not five.”

“Yeah, but I'm mad, and mostly at you. He’s my boss, Kol.”

“Mine too!”

“Yeah, but he’s your brother. And anyway, what the hell am I supposed to talk to Dr Mikaelson about?”

“A variety of subjects,” said the man in question, stepping into her kitchen. Caroline huffed and turned away from him. “Oh, come now, love, we’re all adults here.”

“Are we, really?” Caroline asked, a saccharine smile pointed at Kol, who scowled at her. “Look, we’re not at work, so you're not my boss and I'm not your subordinate. That means I'm free to call you out on your bullshit as much as I want without any fear of you giving me scut to do. Now, go away.”

“You know,” Dr Asshat said casually, sitting down at her table next to his soon to be dead younger brother, “you never did tell me why you hated me so much.”

Caroline scoffed. “Are you seriously asking? You’re an ass. To me, to my friends, to Kol—”

“Yes, well, he deserves it,” replied Dr Asshat with a winning grin.

Kol tossed him a filthy look. “Go fuck yourself, Nik.”

“I swear, this is not the Christmas I had planned,” Caroline muttered, poring over the cookbook. “Kat’s late, Bonnie’s not coming, and Rebekah’s forgotten to bring the cookies. And this damn pie—” she said frustratedly, shooting the oven a foul glance, “isn’t cooking in the middle!”

“I could help,” Dr Asshat cut in, all dimples as he smiled at Caroline. “If you wanted.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you sure, love? Wouldn’t want to be the hostess who served half-baked pecan pie at her first ever Christmas dinner now, would you?”

She hated the fact he was right.

“Fine. You can help," she growled. "But don’t try to make small talk.”

He looked at her with a mock-hurt expression, his hand on his chest. “You wound me, love. And I had such hopes that we’d develop a beautiful friendship.”

Caroline barely managed to bite back a reluctant smile before he sidled up to her, grabbing a spatula. “Did you finish making the gingerbread?”

“I was going to start on it after I finished the pie, but clearly that’s not happening soon,” Caroline grumbled. “This sucks. Elena was supposed to get here early and help me with the sticky toffee pudding—the one Rebekah loves so much, and now she’s ditched me. And I still have to finish decorating the sugar cookies and make the glaze for the baked ham—”

“We’ll get it done.”

“Dr Mikaelson—”

“Klaus,” he said, smiling at her in amusement. “I'm temporarily not your boss, in your kitchen cooking, surely we can go by first names, Caroline?”

“Klaus,” Caroline said, glaring at Kol when he rolled his eyes behind them, “there’s a lot to be done, and I'm obviously running out of time because I have so many things to do and nobody’s shown up to help—”

“Caroline,” Klaus—Dr Asshat, Caroline scolded herself internally, blushing slightly at the comfortable touch of his hands as he ran them up and down her arms. “Calm down. Take a breath. It’s fine. I'm here, aren’t I? I'm going to help you make the pudding, and we can force Kol to help—”

Kol made an indignant noise from his seat at the kitchen island. “Excuse me? I never offered to help.”

Klaus—she’d given up on the Dr Asshat thing—fixed Kol with a glare. “No one asked. Now get your arse off that chair and start decorating Caroline’s cookies.”

“But I don’t want to,” came the petulant reply.

“Do you want to eat?” Caroline snapped, and Kol looked dutifully cowed. “Then you're helping. So be a good boy and listen to your big brother, Kol.”

Kol sneered at her as he stood up, abandoning his wine glass and snatching the piping bag from the counter. “This is all your fault,” he said to his brother furiously. “I knew bringing you here was a bad idea. Why couldn’t you have acted on your interests on your own, Nik?”

Caroline froze, and Klaus growled. “Mind your tongue, Kol.”

“Excuse me?” Caroline said, her voice slightly high-pitched. “What does he mean by that, exactly?”

Klaus opened his mouth but Kol beat him to it. “He fancies you, of course,” he grumbled, snipping off the top of the piping bag. “Has since a long time. Honestly, haven’t you noticed him mooning after you pathetically every morning after rounds?”

“Kol, I swear—”

“Not that you're much better, darling,” Kol continued, bordering the cookies. “You and your complaints. Your brother’s an ass cause he’s wearing the cologne I don’t like, he’s pissing me off cause he’s being weirdly nice, how does his hair look so good every day, this is not a pageant—”

“Kol!” Caroline squeaked, mortified. “Shut up. Right now.”

“Half our class has a pool going,” Kol muttered. “Even Stefan and Marcel are in on it, Nik, and they're just as fed up as I am.”

“What are you—”

“Everyone has lost at least fifty dollars because you two never seem to get together. I needed that money, Nik. And due to your combined stubbornness, no one is winning that pool. So if you two could please,” Kol concluded, slamming a perfectly iced cookie on the rack, “get yourselves together and just bloody shag already, it would really be beneficial to all of us.”

He picked up his wine glass and swaggered out of the room, taking his cookie with him for good measure.

Caroline couldn’t bring herself to look at Klaus, who couldn’t stop looking at her, ironically.

“Um,” she started brilliantly, and Klaus looked at her expectantly. “I'm going to murder Kol brutally.”

“I'll help,” Klaus offered, “after dinner.”

“Right,” Caroline started, turning to look at the half-finished glaze she had started on. “Well, if we hustle, we’ll be able to get it done in—”

“Not that dinner,” Klaus interrupted. “This Friday. I want to take you out for dinner.”

Caroline gaped at him. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Although I'm going to cause Kol bodily harm for his outburst, I can't help but feel it was overdue. So, dinner?”

Caroline blinked while desperately trying to fight down the blush that she was sure had formed on her cheeks. “You're my boss.”

“And you'll be a resident in a year like me anyway. In the fear of risking rejection for the last time,” Klaus grins at her, all dimples. “Dinner?”

Caroline bites her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. “Sure.”

[averseunhinged]

i mostly wrote smutty literature this week and wasn't going to do an in public wip curse thwartation, but then! look!! this other thing decided to finally start working today!!! yay!!!!

Elijah tried his mimosa and hummed in pleasure at the freshly squeezed juice and extra brut champagne. Not his preferred brand, but Billecart was standard enough fare in dining establishments of a certain quality. He nodded at the server. "For the table, if you would."

“Could I have a sparkling water, too; San Pellegrino, if possible?” the girl requested of the server. Smiling, sunny and pretty, she fanned herself with graceful, genteel drama. “I'm from Virginia, but this heat!”

The young man relaxed from his stiff, practiced courtesy and returned her smile. She laughed with him, sweet and demure, with just a touch of flirtation, but watched him with distant, critical eyes as he walked away. She picked up the menu and studied it. "How are we on ears right now?"

Elijah took a moment to confirm what he already knew. "Clear."

"You sure? Wouldn't want anyone to hear this part."

"Indubitably."

"Great." She placed her menu back on the table. "If you want to order the Eggs Royale, I'll get the lemon ricotta stuffed French toast with strawberries, and we can split them."

“And why would we do that?”

"Because," she said with an embellished roll of her eyes. She tilted her blonde head, letting the perfectly curled end of her ponytail fall artfully over her shoulder. "You like a little something sweet with breakfast, but you won’t order it for yourself." And then, as though she knew his patience was waning, she nodded. “I wasn't expecting to run into you in Memphis of all places. And yeah, I thought about trying to contact you, but the only thing I could remember is that it was through Craigslist, and posting a hey, Elijah Mikaelson missed connections ad sounds like a foolproof way to commit suicide.”

He sipped his drink and kept his fingers on the stem even after he'd set it down, running his thumb in small circles on the smooth, cool glass. “Accosting a stranger in a cafe seemed more appropriate?”

“I don't know about appropriate, but I think you'll at least give me some of your time before eating me. Besides,” she said, a sly, strange smile twisting her mouth up and producing one charming dimple, “you’re not a stranger to me. Granted, I'm still annoyed by how badly you screwed up, vis-à-vis our last conversation, but that's on me. Never let a Mikaelson do a Forbes’ job. Believe me, I've learned my lesson.”

Forbes. He knew the name. A hunter, likely, as they’d been for centuries. It wasn't beyond them to train their children in all manner of stalking prey. She seemed to know of him well enough to fabricate this odd meeting. He didn't imagine her passing resemblance to Rebekah was a coincidence.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm not a threat, Elijah. I'm trying to save your family, not end it." She held his gaze, steady where many older and more powerful would have faltered. "You can't kill Klaus."

He certainly could kill her. He could kill her and everyone in this restaurant, and then go about his business. "You are very well informed, Miss Forbes."

"Oh, come on, Elijah. We're old friends. Call me Caroline." She reached across the table and touched the embossed leather portfolio in front of him. "In this is everything you need to know from the overnight. Politics, real estate, stockmarket, you name it, it's in there. Is Bethany with you yet? She likes to give you book suggestions, because you have similar taste. Seriously, what is with the weird Russians?"

"I enjoy their frequent use of surrealism and--"

"Their bleak, honest depiction of the effects of war. I know."

"Witches" he murmured and thought. Had someone stolen his memories of her? She was beautiful, but so very young. Not more than eighteen, but likely even younger than that. She still had the flushed curve of baby fat in her cheeks. For how long could he have known her? It seemed unlikely he’d have taken her to bed. "How do I know you, Caroline?"

"You’re right about one thing. It was definitely witches."

Elijah's chuckle was humorless. "Isn't it always?"

"From them, all of us were born. There would be no werewolves without witches. No vampires. No immortal beings trapped in stasis. No Other Side. No Five. None of us would exist and none of us would be in such danger." Caroline leaned forward and showed him her desperation. She'd been the picture of calm confidence up until that point. A woman sure of her place, her mission. It was hard to see that in the girl before him with her modestly cut white sundress and baby pink cardigan. Her parted peach lips and glassy, Mediterranean eyes beseeching. "My daughters were witches. I loved them more than I thought I was capable, but I'll do anything to see they're never born."

Elijah rocked back in his seat. He stared at the girl. Around the cafe. Out the window, up and down the street. Stretched his senses as far as they could unravel and sensed no other presences close enough to listen in. "What you're suggesting cannot be done. I'm certain of that. It is impossible."

"Is it? Or had no one ever been desperate enough, with a need great enough for every last remaining witch with even a drop of power to agree, even if it meant their own obliteration?" She sat back in her seat, taking her drink with her. The champagne glass trembled in her unsteady fingers as she took a long drink to bolter herself. She looked down into it, taking a moment for courage, and when her eyes met his again, he could see the titanium determination in them. "It's the beginning of the apocalypse, Elijah. All hands on deck."

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

The sun in his eyes was no longer - as everything fell into eternal darkness.

(I have been re-reading both books and there was a moment where I felt like Klaus Mikaelson because I was, too, screaming "Rebecca". Liam was, is, and will be my absolute favorite soft but fiercely loyal beautiful guy with a boyish smile, sky-blue eyes, and cute dimples. Rebecca - do something about it, without ripping my heart out again)

[I have gone silent here, but I still write - it's just that the stories in my mind no longer have the need to be published]

[salvatoraes]

CHARACTER SHEET

FULL NAME. stefan antonio salvatore. NICKNAME. stef, steffy, stefano, hero hair, the ripper of monterey, rippah ( klaus only ). PRONOUNS. he + him. SIZE. 5'11. AGE. 520+ ( technically ) 18 ( physically ) ZODIAC. scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. italian, english, french & spanish.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

HAIR. light brown, could be considered blonde to some people. wavy, curly when wet or damp. usually a bit fluffy or styled with gel. EYES. forest green, mesmerizing, soft. somewhat expressive when in thought or contemplating. SKIN TONE. tan. cheeks gets flushed when embarrassed, angry, or hot. BODY TYPE. tall, skinnier but fit. VOICE. calm or calming usually, deeper. he speaks slower sometimes to make things clear. however, speaks very quickly if in italian. DOMINANT HAND. both, but right more so. POSTURE. excellent, he slouches on occasion when exhausted but his posture is overall excellent. SCARS. one scar on the lower right side of his abdomen from a bullet wound. curtesy of his father when he shot him & damon & they were left to bleed to death. BIRTHMARKS. no birthmarks. MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. his green eyes, the one stray freckle under one of his eyes thats close to his cheek, his hair & his dimples.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

PLACE OF BIRTH. florence, italy. HOMETOWN. florence, italy. SIBLINGS. older brother, damon salvatore. ( 8 years older ) PARENTS. giuseppe & lilian salvatore. ( both deceased )

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

OCCUPATION. fake high - school student, mechanic or writer. CURRENT RESIDENCE. mystic falls, virginia. CLOSE FRIENDS. lexi branson ( his best friend of five hundred years, until his brother kills her ) , caroline forbes, elena gilbert ( when not a couple ) , klaus mikaelson ( sometimes, depending on the day, the decade, the century, if you know, you know ) FINANCIAL STATUS. wealthy, though doesn't need money to survive. DRIVER'S LICENSE. yes, his car is his most prized possession. CRIMINAL RECORD. does this apply to vampires ? VICES. bloodlust, self - loathing, guilt, not carrying about his own safety when it comes to others.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bi- sexual & bi - romantic. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. he's a switch, top leaning unless with men. TURN OFFS. not much tbh, just don't fall for his brother after you fall for him lol. & don't pressure him into things or opening up if he's not comfortable. TURN ON'S. compassion, loving, caring, good sense of humor, understands him & will let him open up when he's ready, confidence, kind to others, etc. LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time, acts of service. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. over protective but will let them make their own decisions, often cooks for them or wants to, can be really romantic & sweet, likes to go on dates, puts his all into his relationships but likes to go slow at points. he will definitely put their needs before his own.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. hold on by chord overstreet or wanted dead or alive by bon jovi. HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. writing, reading, exercising, hunting, driving. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left. SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. little but doesn't show it, he's very good at hiding his emotions.

tagged ( stole from my pookie ) : @tellsjokes <3 tagging : consider yourself tagged if you see this ! tag me if you steal so i can be nosy hehe.

[browneyesandhair]

flightless birds by perfectpro

Summary:

Caroline has one last night of freedom before she's married to Klaus Mikaelson, son of the man who rules Chicago. Being used as a bargaining chip is the last thing she'll do for her father, who has overplayed his hand for the final time. She's looking for escape. Imagine her surprise when it comes in the form of a handsome stranger at a bar with dimples and tousled curls.

Relationship: Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson

Characters: Caroline Forbes, Klaus Mikaelson, Bill Forbes

Additional Tags: AU - Human, AU - Mob, Mistake Identity, Arranged Marriage

Notes: Klaroline is such a lovely place to be. I really love short quick one shots that have a nice well-rounded story and this hits that. I also have a slight obsession with identity porn and this has such a nice moment of it. This is so wonderful!

(This is part of my year of recs. I'm trying to share some of my favorite stories on tumblr. I've set up a series of Soulmate recs for each month on the 15th, but these will be randomly dispersed throughout the year.)

[moremaybank]

hi darling, can you make a very cute imagination where klaus is hatching a plot against an enemy, and he is making a plan with some witches and suddenly a witch sees klaus's phone and looks at his wallpaper which is a picture of y/n and the witch asks klaus who the girl in the photo is and klaus tells her that it's his girlfriend and starts talking about her non-stop, going completely from conspiring to talking about his beloved.

POUR YOUR HEART OUT — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x gf!reader

summary klaus is working with a certain coven of witches in new orleans in an attempt to protect you from esther. the leader of the coven wonders if helping him is worth it. to quiet her doubts, she takes matters into her own hands, and this causes klaus to gush over his girlfriend.

warnings new orleans!klaus but hope doesn't exist, fluff, slightly drugged!klaus (truth serum made by a witch), mentions of murder and violence (it's klaus, what'd you expect)

author's note kinda changed some of the details, i hope that's okay! this wasn't a fic i planned on posting today, but i had the inspiration for it sooo yeah

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"i don't want any excuses. if we aren't prepared, esther will take any given opportunity to strike against me or my family."

"we are working as fast as we can, klaus. these things take time," calliope, the leader of the coven klaus had been plotting with, stated. it was clear from the tone of her voice that she was beginning to grow annoyed with klaus's constant pestering.

"well, we do not have time. there are people i must protect, even more so when the protection is against my vile mother," klaus replied, pacing around the room as he gesticulated impatiently. "you're forgetting i can kill all of you without blinking."

"and you're forgetting that all it takes is one word from me for my entire coven to turn on you and side with your mother and the ancestors. back off," calliope replied, standing her ground.

"just work faster," klaus grumbled in response, pulling out his phone from his pocket to find a text from you.

everything okay?

the corners of his lips turned up, his dimples threatening to peak through.

yes, love. everything is fine. i'll be home in an hour.

okay. just remember to be nice to the witches. the coven is risking a lot to help us. i love you.

klaus shook his head as he chuckled. it was almost ridiculous how well you knew him and his behaviour.

i'm always nice. and i love you too.

klaus was halfway to putting his phone back in the pocket of his jacket when calliope caught a glimpse of his lock screen.

"who's that?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed in inquiry.

"none of your business. stay focused on the task at hand," klaus responded.

"wow. why so cagey?"

klaus avoided her gaze. the longer he remained silent, the more clear it became to the young witch. klaus wasn't just fighting to protect his family. he was fighting to protect her.

he was doing it for love.

"ah, i get it now. you're in love. heh, who would've thought that the big, bad hybrid was capable of love?" calliope smirked, crossing her arms as she stepped closer to him.

"what makes you think i am?"

"oh, please," calliope scoffs, "it's so obvious. your face turned bright red at the mere sight of a text message. tell me about her."

"what is it to you?"

"she must be special if the klaus mikaelson is working like a dog — no pun intended — to protect her. i'm just curious to know what she's like," calliope explained.

"did i not tell you to mind your business? we're wasting precious time even talking about this. get to work. there are lives at stake, calliope," klaus ordered, traces of his slight grin long gone from his features.

"exactly. her life is at stake. that's the reason you're fighting so hard to get this done. i want to know why. what makes her so important that you'd risk waging a war between the covens of new orleans?"

klaus sighed begrudgingly, knowing full well that calliope would not drop the topic.

"tell me, or i'm shutting this whole thing down. you know i will," calliope said.

klaus rolled his eyes, dragging a hand down his face. there really was no getting around calliope and her antics.

"you're right. she's special, calliope. that is why it is so dire for me to protect her, alright? now drop it," he grumbled once more. to tell you the truth, he was ready to get the hell out of there if it weren't for the plan he was putting in motion.

calliope, on the other hand, knew klaus was not going to make things easy for her. still, she needed to understand why klaus would go to extreme lengths for his girl because she wondered if helping him was worth it. picking a fight with one of the most diabolical witches known to mankind in the name of her hybrid offspring was one thing, but if she learned that she was working her coven tirelessly to help protect the female version of klaus...let's just say it would absolutely tank the plan.

so, calliope needed to take action. lucky for her, she knew just what to do.

"okay, then. do you want a drink? i can pour you a bourbon," calliope asked klaus. please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, she thought.

"if it'll get you to leave me be, then sure," klaus huffed in response.

calliope rolled her eyes at him, but internally, she was smiling like a fool.

she made her way over to the makeshift bar, taking out two glasses and pouring the whiskey into both of them. when she was sure klaus wasn't looking, she pulled out a small vile containing a truth serum of her own design and emptied it into klaus's glass. then, when she was finished, she made her way back to klaus and handed him his glass.

"cheers," calliope spoke, downing the contents in her glass. klaus raised his own, before doing the same.

about ten minutes passed, and calliope returned to klaus after checking on her witches.

"remember how you asked me about my girlfriend?" klaus asked, a slightly dopey grin now plastered on his face. "she really is remarkable."

"how so?" calliope questioned, pulling two chairs for them to sit on. she watched klaus slump onto the chair, his hands clasping in his lap as he threw his head back, looking at the ceiling. his expression was dazed, and calliope wanted to laugh. it was odd to see him act this way, but funny, nevertheless.

"she's beautiful, a kind of beauty that in all my years, i've never encountered even once. when i look at her, it's as if the entire world goes quiet. all i can focus on is the bright sparkle in her eyes and her gravitating smile. if angels really do exist, then she is one. without a doubt," he muses.

"is that why you're so enamoured by her? because of her beauty?" calliope questioned.

"do i seem that shallow to you?"

"do you really want me to answer that?"

"...right. well, anyway, the answer is no. yes, she's stunning beyond belief, but that's not why i feel so strongly for her."

"then what is it about her? what was it that forced the truly wicked klaus mikaelson to care about someone other than himself for once?"

klaus sat up, leaning forward to rest his arms on the tops of his thighs as he zoned in on calliope.

"she's never seen me as evil," klaus states. "she took a single look at me, and instantly knew in her heart that there was more to me than an immortal hybrid whose greed and thirst for power outweighed everything else. and that's not to say that she excused my actions because she didn't. she held me accountable, and she gave me grief. but she also cared enough to dig past the facade i'm so used to putting up in the face of my enemies. she cared enough to search for the real me."

calliope listened to him, truly taking in his words and letting them sink in. she'd been brought up with the stories of klaus mikaelson: the great evil. she'd heard about the never-ending list of the towns he'd slaughtered and the way he daggered his siblings when they did not please him. from the legends, he never seemed like the type of person to contain even one percent of goodness within him.

so for someone to see that in him, someone as good as the girl he was describing, it spoke volumes to her.

"i struggle to believe that she exists sometimes. that a girl with so much compassion could even take a chance on someone like me. she has the biggest heart i've ever known. she gives so much of herself to my family and our community. she's brave in the face of my enemies. she fights tirelessly for my family, who she treats as her own. she's not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believes in...god, there are so many bloody things to love about her. she's perfect. much too perfect for me, but perfect all the same. i don't know what i did to deserve her, but i thank the stars every day that i found her."

calliope exhaled, still in awe of what she was hearing. she'd known that klaus was poetic, but she assumed that she just did that for dramatic flair in true klaus fashion.

"wow. i gotta say, i never thought i'd hear you talk about anyone in that manner. it's...weird," she said, chuckling slightly.

"yes, well, it's not every day you're given a truth serum by the very witches who are supposed to be on your side," klaus replies, giving her a knowing look.

"to be fair, i am on your side. especially now that i know i'm not helping you protect the female version of you."

"normally, i would be quick to retaliate given the circumstances, but she is the most precious thing to me. if you need to see how highly i regard her in order to provide protection for her, then that's all that matters. this is bigger than me," klaus responds. "she's not just good. she inspires goodness within me, and i need that. so i will do whatever it takes. but make no mistake, if you double cross me, you and your coven will cease to exist on this earth."

calliope chuckled in response to his threat, "i thought you said she inspires goodness in you?"

"she does, but that doesn't mean that i won't go to great lengths to make sure she's taken care of."

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