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Bet (Klaus Mikaelson x M! Reader)

Summary: Thanks to your brothers, all you knew about the Mikaelson family was that they were dangerous and threatened your livelihood. However, when you're saved by the hybrid himself, he poses a bet to change your mind or be given insight into the cure.

link to part two

You paced the old parlor of the Salvatore boarding house, frustration bubbling inside you like an unwelcome storm. Damon had been shouting in your ear again, his usual rant about the Mikaelsons’ supposed evil nature still echoing off the walls. He was adamant: the Originals were nothing but a death sentence waiting to happen, and you needed to steer clear of them.

Stefan, meanwhile, had taken his usual route, trying to appeal to your emotional side. He claimed your search for the cure was pointless, a dangerous fantasy you needed to abandon. His eyes had softened, his voice dropping to that earnest tone he reserved for when he was about to say something ‘profound.’

“It’s over,” he’d said. “What we did centuries ago, what happened to you…it was for the best. We’re a family now.”

You'd barely managed to stifle your scoff. A family, he said. Easy for him to preach about family when he and Damon had been content to let Katherine turn them. You, on the other hand, had been set to marry Emily, a kind-hearted girl from town. All that was ripped away when your brothers decided to drag you into their mess, condemning you to an eternity you never asked for. You had lost everything. You hadn't chosen this life; it had been forced upon you.

“Look, little brother,” Damon had warned earlier that night, his eyes darkening as they flickered to yours, a flash of genuine concern slipping past his usual bravado. “Stay away from Klaus. He’s not the kind of enemy you can afford to make.”

“Damon, I’m not stupid,” you’d retorted, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I just want the cure. If Klaus has any knowledge of it, I’m not going to let your paranoid warnings stop me.”

And that was why you found yourself in the woods outside Mystic Falls, pursuing the rumor that Klaus was near. Your heart pounded, a mix of anger and hope driving you forward. That hope turned into a nightmare when one of Katherine's minions appeared out of nowhere, tackling you to the ground. The stake in his hand glinted in the sunlight, aiming straight for your heart.

You struggled, trying to push him off, but he was relentless. Just as you braced for the end, there was a blur of motion, and your assailant was suddenly torn away. You gasped, scrambling to your feet as you saw Klaus standing over the broken body of your attacker. His eyes were cold, yet his posture was relaxed, almost as if saving you had been a minor inconvenience.

"You—" your voice came out rough, disbelief dripping from every word, "you saved me?"

Klaus tilted his head, eyes dancing with amusement. "Don't sound so surprised, love. Surely you didn't think I'd let Katherine have all the fun."

Your pulse hammered in your chest, more out of confusion than fear. Klaus, of all people? The monster your brothers had warned you about? The hybrid who supposedly wanted nothing more than to tear the Salvatores apart? You glared at him, trying to ignore the nagging questions in your mind.

"Why?" you demanded, pushing yourself to stand straight despite the throbbing pain in your side. "Why would you help me?"

Klaus stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity. "Because," he said softly, his voice dangerous and smooth, "I have plans for you."

You tensed, instincts flaring again, but something in his gaze held you captive. There was a softness, a flicker of something deeper beneath the cold exterior. "Plans?" you repeated, the word bitter on your tongue. "Like what, adding me to your collection of enemies? Using me against my brothers?"

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver up your spine. "So much suspicion. Your brothers really have done a number on you, haven’t they?" He took another step closer, his presence commanding and overwhelming. "But I assure you, my intentions are far more…personal."

Your stomach twisted in knots, both from his words and the weight of your brothers' warnings ringing in your ears. Klaus Mikaelson is a monster. He’s dangerous. Don’t ever trust him.

But here he was. Standing before you, having just saved your life.

"You expect me to believe that?" you asked, your voice harsher than you intended. "That you’re just here to help out of the goodness of your heart?"

Klaus smiled, his lips curling with dark amusement. "No, I expect you to listen. I know what you’ve been searching for—the cure." You froze. He knew. Of course, he knew. Klaus always seemed to know everything. But this was different—this was something you had kept close, something personal, driven by a desperation to reclaim your humanity.

Your mouth went dry. "What do you know about it?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know more than you think," Klaus replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. "But that’s not something I’ll simply give away."

Of course, there was always a catch. You crossed your arms, defensive. "What do you want from me?"

"Simple," Klaus said, taking a final step until he was just inches from you, his voice low and measured. "Spend time with me. Get to know me and my family. Let me show you that we’re not the monsters your brothers make us out to be. If, after that, you still believe we’re nothing but dangerous beasts, I’ll tell you everything I know about the cure."

You scoffed. "So, what—this is some kind of bet?"

Klaus's smile turned predatory. "Call it a wager, if you prefer. If I can’t change your mind, you get what you want. But if I do…" His gaze flickered over you, something unreadable in his eyes. "Then you’ll owe me."

"That’s it? You’re not going to force me into anything?" You raised an eyebrow, your suspicion still very much alive.

Klaus chuckled darkly. "I don’t need to force anyone into anything, love. I think, deep down, you're already curious."

His confidence rattled you. But beneath the fear and doubt, there was a flicker of something else. A sense of intrigue. Curiosity. After all, hadn't you already begun questioning your brothers' stories? You hadn’t expected Klaus to be anything other than a brutal monster—and yet, here he was, offering you a chance.

After a moment, you sighed. "Fine, I’ll take your bet. But don’t expect this to be easy."

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

What began as a begrudging agreement quickly spiraled into something far more complex. Klaus introduced you to his family, and to your surprise, they were far more than heartless killing machines.

Elijah’s calm, noble demeanor immediately stood out. He was nothing like the vicious killer you’d imagined. And Rebekah—though quick-tempered and prone to impulsiveness—had a genuine vulnerability that reminded you of Stefan in a strange way. They weren’t monsters; they were people. Complicated, dangerous people, yes, but not the soulless creatures Damon had described.

Klaus...Klaus was the most perplexing of all.

He was still terrifying, no doubt about it—his temper as quick as ever, a constant reminder of the danger lurking beneath his every move. Klaus’s control over any situation was absolute, as though the world bent to his will, daring not to defy him. And yet, there was something about him that gnawed at the edges of the image your brothers had painted.

It started subtly, at first. His gaze would linger on you a fraction too long, his eyes softening for a moment before the familiar steely mask snapped back into place. In those rare, unguarded moments, you felt something shift—a crack in his unyielding façade, a glimpse of the man he might have been before centuries of betrayal hardened him into the creature he had become.

And then there were the nights when you found yourself alone with him, often under the most unexpected circumstances. Once, after a particularly brutal fight with Damon, you returned to the mansion bruised and exhausted. You had expected Klaus to gloat or mock your weakness, but instead, he was there, his presence both commanding and unexpectedly gentle.

You stumbled into the grand foyer, wincing with every step as pain radiated through your battered body. Klaus emerged from the shadows, his eyes sharp with concern. Without a word, he guided you to a nearby settee, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you settle.

"You should be more careful," Klaus murmured, his voice low and almost tender. He knelt beside you, his fingers brushing lightly over the bruise on your bottom lip. His touch was meticulous, almost reverent, and the contrast between his harsh exterior and this tender care was jarring.

You met his gaze, searching for the ruthless hybrid you’d come to know. Instead, you saw a flicker of something softer, an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t understand you,” you said, wincing as your words caused the sore area of your lip to tighten. “Why keep me around if this is all a bet? Why show yourself like this if I’m to be a pawn in your game? Don’t deny it, I heard my brothers speaking about how you plan to use Elena to get rid of your curse.”

Klaus’s expression hardened for a moment, the mask of his usual confidence slipping just enough to reveal the hurt beneath. He took a deep breath, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. “You think of me as nothing more than a manipulator, but there’s more to this than you realize.” Standing up, you watched as Klaus turned his back to you, in an attempt to hide his weaknesses.

“I didn’t plan for this to be a game,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a trace of regret. “My initial interest in you was strategic, but it evolved into something far more complicated. Yes, I need Elena to break the curse, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you are any less real.”

“I don’t know what to believe,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “Your actions are so contradictory. One moment, you’re this ruthless hybrid, and the next, you’re kind. I can’t make sense of it.”

“I understand your confusion. It’s easier for people to see me as a monster because it suits their narrative. But the truth is rarely that clear." You wanted to look at Klaus, so with much bravery, you stood up from the settee and walked toward him. His back tensed, yet you stood in front of him, his blue eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"They call me a monster, a villain. And maybe I am those things. But I’m more than that. I’m someone who cares about the people I choose to let in." His hand hesitantly went to your cheek, and you couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"And you’ve…chosen me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

A ghost of a smile touched Klaus’s lips. "Against my better judgment, yes. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and I’ve lived a long time."

The intensity in his eyes made your heart pound. You wanted to hate him, wanted to cling to the stories your brothers had fed you, but something had shifted. He wasn’t just some ancient monster; he was a man with desires, hopes, and wounds he kept hidden beneath layers of cold indifference.

"Then tell me," you challenged "Tell me the truth. Is there really a cure, or was this just some elaborate game to win me over?"

Klaus’s gaze darkened with an intensity that spoke of deep emotions. He took a moment, the silence stretching between you as if he was weighing his words carefully. “There is a cure,” he confessed, his voice grave and earnest. “And if you still want it, I’ll help you find it.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any hint of deception, but all you saw was an unfiltered sincerity that was both unsettling and reassuring. “And if I take it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What then?”

Klaus’s expression grew somber, the lines on his face deepening with the weight of his emotions. “If you take it, you’ll be walking away from your brothers, this life…from me.”

The pain in his voice was palpable, but he didn’t try to mask it or push you towards any decision. There was no manipulation, no hidden agenda. It was a raw, honest confession from someone who had been playing a complex game but now laid his cards on the table.

You were taken aback by the contrast. If this had been Damon or Stefan, they would have tried to convince you to stay, to forget about the cure and remain by their side. They would have manipulated your feelings, used every trick they had to make you change your mind. But Klaus—Klaus was offering you the choice without trying to sway you. He was hurt, yes, but his respect for your autonomy was genuine.

“I… didn’t expect you to be so honest,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “You’re willing to let me go, even if it means losing me?”

Klaus nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am. Because I understand what it means to desire something with every part of your being and to be willing to make sacrifices to achieve it. If the cure is what you truly want, then I will help you find it, even if it means saying goodbye.”

[klausmikaelsonsmommy]

Dick Descriptions ft. Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, and Elijah Mikaelson

(Klaus will be in a separate post)

Look at Elijah all cute and smiling, God I wanna suck his di-

Stefan Salvatore:

Stefans dick is average in length and is slightly above average in girth

His shaft is almost the same shade as his skin it's just a couple shades lighter

Stefan doesn't really do much with his pubic hair it's naturally thin and it doesn't grow very long

He just cleans it up a bit every once in awhile so it's not too messy

His balls sit up quite high like Klaus' but his is mostly due to age

Damon Salvatore:

Contrary to popular belief bigger is not always better, Damon Salvatore is proof of that

Based off his attitude and ego alone you'd assume his dick was HUGE, but you'd be wrong

Damon's cock is about 5 inches in length and it's pretty normal when it comes to girth

Not that you mind at all

He knows exactly what to do with it

Damon's shaft is a creamy beige and the head of his cock a light brown

Damon's balls don't drop as low as Elijah's but they don't sit up as high as Klaus' either

Like his brother Stefan, Damon's balls sit somewhere in the middle

Damon is naturally good at sex, his cock reaching the right depths and his hips angling perfectly as he rolls them

It's one of the main reasons Katherine kept coming back for more

While Damon does have a light happy trail you will not find a single hair below his belt

In fact Damon is surprisingly hairless over all; hair on his head, and arms aside

And of course the happy trail

Can't forget the happy trail

Damon loves the happy trail and so do you

Elijah Mikaelson:

Elijah Mikaelson's cock is 6 inches long but when I tell you he is THICK

His cock definitely will stretch you out and let everyone after him know exactly who your cunt belongs to

Not that they'll ever find out because the stretch his cock provides is absolutely addictive

No wonder Katherine came back for more

His cock is tan like his skin and the head a lovely shade of rose pink

Elijah isn't shaved bare but he doesn't let his pubic hair roam freely either

He keeps his thick, dark curls trimmed and fresh down there much like a woman's landing strip

However if a bare sex is what you'd prefer like his brother Niklaus he will not hesitate to bend to your will and rid himself of his bothersome pubic hairs

Elijah's balls hang low and slap against your cunt as he fucks you from behind

[heylolita00]

[andreal831]

Elijah and Stefan could live without Klaus and Damon

One of my tik toks about the end of The Originals has brought forward a lot of people saying Elijah "couldn't live without Klaus" or something to that effect. I've seen people use this same argument for Stefan. And I hate this thought process.

First, it is usually said to completely discredit their sacrifice. For instance, when I talk about how it made no sense for both Elijah and Klaus to die at the end of TO and completely orphan Hope. I will always argue that Elijah should have been the one to sacrifice his life and Klaus to live for his daughter. Would this ending have broken my heart, yes, but it would have aligned better with the character arcs and overall story.

When the fandom talks about Klaus' sacrifice, it's to say how amazing he was, how he finally got redemption, and how much he loved his daughter. When Elijah's sacrifice is talked about, it's to bring up Hayley's death and talk about his codependency with Klaus. The same thing happens with Stefan, they mention Elena and his codependency on Damon. Completely neglecting the fact that these characters did in fact sacrifice their lives for their family.

Second, it's canonically inaccurate. Elijah and Stefan both showed multiple times that they can live without their brothers. That, in fact, they are better off without their brothers. We don't know their full lives, but in most flashbacks we see, they are either separated or recently reunited. Stefan makes friends with Lexie who completely turns his vampirism around. She is his best friend and knows him better than anyone and she warns Damon to stay away because Damon has the tendency to push Stefan off his sobriety when he gets bored or angry. Damon actually does more harm to Stefan. When Damon 'dies,' Stefan creates a life for himself away from the supernatural. Sure the fans didn't like it, but he still moves on. Unlike Damon who wants to entomb himself because Elena is gone.

Elijah and Klaus do spend the large majority of their eternity together, but they also have spent large chunks of it apart. Specifically most of the 1900s. Elijah leaves in 1919 to lead Mikael away and only reunites briefly in 1933 to warn Klaus. They are only together for a matter of days before Klaus threatens to dagger Elijah. They go their separate ways again. We don't see how Elijah is coping in this time, but he does manage to live nearly 100 years without Klaus and seems to come out on the other side fine. Similar to Stefan, Elijah thrives without Klaus when he erases his memories. It's the happiest we see him throughout the entire show.

Finally, we see throughout both shows that Stefan and Elijah are a little bit unstable emotionally. They both view their lives as less than because of their trauma. Both Stefan and Elijah choosing to sacrifice themselves had less to do with codependency and more to do with self worth. They were both characters who felt an immense amount of guilt for all of the harm they had caused and viewed themselves as monsters. They did not think they deserved to live and be happy, unlike Damon and Klaus. So when we frame their deaths around their brothers, it detracts from their struggles and their deeper characters. I know the show liked to push the narrative that their lives revolved around Damon and Klaus because of ratings/Julie Plecs' weird obsessions, but it completely erases the characters to do so.

Elijah and Stefan could live without their brothers. They did and seemed to be happier. Obviously losing a sibling would be devastating and they would mourn, but it would give them a chance to find true purpose in their lives. Both families had a mass amount of codependency but it's usually only focused on Elijah and Stefan as a way to make their characters revolve around the other brother. It's sloppy and honestly tired writing. If the writers cared more about the story than ratings, we would have seen character growth and seen Stefan and Elijah learn to branch out on their own and break the toxic cycle.

These narratives that the brothers can't live without the other is simply pushed so the fandom can feel good about their sacrifices instead of actually looking at it for what is was: a sacrifice.

[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 16

The siren blaring sound felt so amazing as they come running out of the lab. Stiles and Alison hung back; stiles hesitate even though scott said he could hear your heartbeat he is still disappointed at himself losing you on the run. What if you got hurt pretty bad, scott has been a newly turn he doesn't know what to do with his power nor he knows the basic.

"Stiles" he hears you at the speed he turns his head his neck should be broken you glance at Allison "you guys aren't hurt right?"

You walk towards them but stiles run towards you wrapping his arms around your waist tightly lifting you off the ground you wrap your arms around his shoulders feelings his tears on your skin "it's okey stiles, everything is going to be fine"

Shutting his eyes firmly he shakes his head "don't...don't do that again...I thought. I lost you" he muttered out. Finally letting your feet touch the ground he breaks the hug but keep you closer looking over any wounds. "you're not hurt, are you did you see scott?"

That's when he sees the blood "wait you're hurt" he doesn't remember when you got hurt was it when the alpha separate you from them.

You don't feel pain, you don't even remember how you got hurt.

You smile at him tenderly wiping his tears "No, silly I'm fine. Yeah, he is fine too" you add glancing at Allison.

She nods her head hugging herself you smile at her softly before moving away from stiles opening your arms, she chuckles you carefully embrace her "He's fine. You're fine and that's what's right" parting you take her hands in yours.

"Hey" scotts steps out timidly look at Allison she looks at him before she gives you final nod of appreciation before walking past scott.

"This night couldn't get worse" stiles state glancing between you and scott who looked like crawled out hell. "Also, whose clothe is that. What happened to yours?"

You huff at that while scott wince "about that stiles we have a lot to say"

he comes towards you both his puppy dog eyes full on display "I'm so sorry about that.... I don't know what happened"

"What hell happened" stiles ask

"Not now stiles the sheriff is looking for us"

Stile's frown "fine" he throws his hands over your shoulder as you all starts to walk out "by the way we said that it was derek who did this and killed the janitor"

Moments of silence pass away before the hall way echoes your sound "Oh my God stiles"

"You sure it was derek hale?" the sheriff questions the three of you, stiles pinch your side making you nod along with scott.

"I saw him too" stiles agree

"What about the janitor?" scott asked the sheriff sigh glancing away

"we're still looking"

"Did you check the office? The gym?" scott questions again

You see Mr. Stilinski impatient sigh at rapid questions of scott "yeah scott. We looked. We pulled everything out just like you asked, there's noting there"

"We are not making this up" he stresses he glance at you "tell him y/n"

Mr. Stilinski put his hands on scotts shoulder "scott, I believe you, I do"

"No, you don't. you have this look, like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me but- "

Someone calls sheriff over "Listen, we're gonna search this whole school. We're going to find him. Okey? I promise" he said glancing each one of you "y/n come with me. You two stay here"

Stiles perk up "why? can I come too?"

Mr. Stilinski turn to him with a tried look on his face making stiles stay put "I'll stay right here"

Once you are both away from them Mr. Stilinski let out a loud sigh "Y/n, what is going on with you three. You three weren't like this, this is serious. Are you sure derek is behind all of this?"

Your shoulders drawn forward lowering your head down at his defeated tone "And why were .you at the hospital what happened? One of melissa colleague said you were hospitalized unconscious! I didn't tell your grandmother because I was hoping you would come clean and tell me what happened. You had me and scotts mom worried knowing those two they didn't tell anyone either."

You were not expecting this to happen you muster up courage to look at him "well first of all I don't know if its derek or anyone else but someone was attacking us all. And I know you guys didn't find the janitor but I can still hear his scream, it sounded like he was being murdered. I don't know who or how and where is his body gone but you have to trust me on this"

Mr. Stilinski nod at you "And..."

"I know saying sorry does not cut it, but I'm sorry. I don't know what happened that day, I wasn't attacked or drugged, the nurse said I was just sleeping I don't even remember what exactly happened but scott and stiles was there. Trust me nothing happened to any of us"

Mr. Stilinski give you smile patting your shoulder "Well, I'm glad nothing happened to you three. If you see anything suspicious or feel unsafe anywhere. You call me okey?"

"Alright"

Mr. Stilinski calls one officer "Drop her at her home" "I take them home. Don't worry I need something to ask them. You should get home it's already past midnight"

You nod at him not wanting further stress him out, the officer guide you too the car as you pass by you see Mr. Stilinski with Scott and Stiles. They pause their conversation when the car you pass stiles wave at you as you go weakly you returns it.

"Well, at least we survived. You know? we outlived the alpha. It's still good right being alive" stiles weakly cheer trying to comfort scott after his dad left them.

Scott skeptically looks at his friend "when we are in the chemistry room, he walked right by us you don't think it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we are?"

"Well, how come we're still alive?"

Scott glance around puling stiles away from the cops standing "stiles it wants me to join him. I think first I have to get rid of my old pack"

"What do you mean? What old pack?"

"Allison, Jackson, Lydia, you and y/n. the alpha didn't want to kill you guys. it wants me to do it and that not even the worst part!"

Stiles throw his hands in the air huffing "how is it not?"

"Stiles, it made me shift. I want to kill you I was on my way to kill you, Allison everyone in the room. I tried to kill y/n when she tried to stop me if it wasn't for derek I would've killed her stiles"

Stiles blinks grabbing Scotts shoulders making him look at him" wait hold on. What? you tried to kill her?!and derek saved her! why didn't tell me sooner?"

"I don't know. the fact the I tried to kill my best friend twice is not a pleasant conversation"

Stiles gives him bitch face "okey, sarcasm doesn't suit you. don't do it again. But how did you change back? Did derek helped you?"

"Y/n, she did something with her magic? I don't know what happened exactly. One moment I was chasing them and then derek jumped out the window with her and next thing I know I'm licking her face. Derek gives spare clothes. Oh, the vampires where here too"

Stiles run his hands throw his hair "too much information. What are they doing here?"

"I don't know. but derek said he take care of it"

Stiles hum once again surprised by derek but this time he is thankful that derek saved you and in extent all of them. Does that mean he need to be civil with sour wolf he doesn't know but what he does know you're going get an earful when he sees you next time.

You curse lightly when your grams sitting on the front bonnie is not with here. Wordlessly you get out the car whispering a thank you to the officer.

You stand silently twisting the sleeves of your clothes having no courage to look her in the face she exhales she stands up walking towards you. "Tomorrow morning. I want you tell me everything that going on"

You nod without looking up that's when you feel your grams embracing you her hands wrapped around your head running her hands through your hair. You slowly wrap your arms around her "My precious girl. You're safe that all matters" she presses a tender kiss on your hair.

"Bonnie?"

"I send her to bed; she is fine. you go to bed as well"

You let the clothes fall on the floor that when you see claw marks on your hands it surprising how you didn't feel that pain. The cut is not deep enough that you need stiches but deep enough that it would leave marks the blood dried luckily there is no bleeding. Now that the adrenaline gone you could feel stinging sensation. You move your hand slowly testing if it hurts it does the pull of the skin is hurts a little but that alright.

You turn on the shower letting the water pour down on your skin, the dried blood and sweat washing away. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath usually you would be channeling your inner actress and artist giving your various cream and shampoo bottle a show of life time. But here you're reliving what just happened. The alpha is terrifying to look at it straight out of horror movie it's miracle that you didn't faint or gone cardiac arrest then and right there.

Derek, you're beyond grateful that he saved you even though you would exactly say it a loud you know it only boost his If derek wasn't fast enough would it have killed you? but if it wanted to kill you, he should have done when it throws you in the class room? Why did it sperate you from them. You know it want scott it was enraged because scott was trying to betray it. you can still hear the scream of the janitor it made your blood run cold that just few distance away from you someone was brutally being murdered. A part of glad that it wasn't stile that being hurst, is it bad you don't know. Your fist clench at the thought hanging your head shaking away your thoughts.

You know it is planning something and that includes scotts. When you are alone with that thing in the room you, we're scared shitless but you weren't the only one it seems too wary of you as well or rather what you did it. what did you do that, the strange yellow aura that erupted from your fingertips.

It had been an unconscious and unintentional burst of power, driven by pure emotion. But where did come from? You have no witch heritage does living with a family who ancestor are witches grants one the ability that's unlikely and no formal training on supernatural abilities.

You observe your hands the palm the fingertips, a green aura manifest itself your silently gasp with wide eyes as the small lines of green energy move around the shower, then you see the water that once cascading down is hung in the mid air the drops move around you. so, you do whatever this is you bring a large water drop by focusing on one that you deemed the largest. The green orb that is in your palm dissolve letting the drop hung few inches higher on your palm. You tilt your head watching curiously drop you pause for a moment then all water drops that hung suddenly take the shape dolphins swimming around the air as if its swimming in the ocean you let out laugh surprised that it worked. you watch in awe as some of the dolphin's swim around you one even swim Infront of you swimming through a droplet then coming up at you as if it asking for praise. You touch the small creature that you created when you touch it feels like you're touching the water but your amazement cut short when you hear a thud on your bedroom the small creatures also turn to the door one that close to you swim to your hands making you look down at it once last time before it turns to the water along with the others.

Turning off the shower you step out the tub wrapping a towel around your body you slowly open the door peaking through. You see no one but when you turn the lights on you heart skip a beat in instancing you throw the shampoo bottle at the intruder; who the derek who give you deadpan as watch the bottle hit his chest.

"Really a shampoo bottle?" he picks up the bottle from the ground setting it on the table he turns to you with smirk but look away for quick second when he sees that your only in your bath towel, damp hair still clinging to your skin before locking eyes on your face.

You giving him annoyed look "didn't I tell you don't do this?"

"Yeah, but I came here to give this" he takes out your phone the screen is bit broken but it's working he checked. he watches you simply take the device from his hands shouldn't you be at least intimidating especially when your vulnerable Infront of him. He could hurt you right now, threaten you, basically silt your throat.

"You touch me without my permission, it will be your throat that would be silt" you grin up to him.

Derek, give you smile but that falls when he sees your hands the cut from the alpha, taking your hands in his eyes focus on the cut. He can feel the cold skin of your maybe it is because he is extra warm compared to humans.

You let him; he knows more than it better you get his opinion as well.

"It was the alpha, wasn't it?" his jaw clenches, his veins turn black suddenly but he doesn't mind. you glance at him "I'm taking away your pain"

"Thanks, but it doesn't hurt that much though. Do you think that I will...."

Derek let go your arm he could hear fear in your face even though you tried to conceal it "it not deep enough to turn you. but if you felt any change that you think you're turning you will come to me alright?" the seriousness in his voice visible.

"Yeah. I will" you said honestly

He grins back at you his sharp teeth showing "so we have a lot figure out. Who is the alpha? How are able to do what you did back there and just now"

"I can promise you it is not Deaton" you hum crossing your arms "So, it's we now. Huh"

He let out sigh "maybe" derek walks towards the open window "you know you should get your window fixed"

You shake your head with smile as get out the window "it for me sneak out not for you derek"

"I don't really listen to other sometimes" that doesn't surprise you but what does is the Salvatore brothers that standing on the ground.

While you watch them with furrowed brow derek eyes is on you, watching the way moonlight falls on your skin the breeze making body rise goosebumps the air drying your wet skin. The damp hair the clinging your body drying some of the drops from water falling on your hair.

Derek turns away when turns to him glancing at Salvatore's brothers "Caroline" you mumble

"don't worry. I sort it" derek offers

"I know" you say making glance at you "thank you for saving me" you smile at him "but if do this again, I will call animal control" he smiles at the threat without looking at you before jumping down landing perfectly.

"Hey there, magic hands" damon calls giving you a wave "looking a little wet there!" derek and Stefan glare at you

Stefan turns to him "don't start" he glances up at you with apologetic face frowning when he sees you wave at damon.

Damon smirks at them both but it wiped of when he was hit with shampoo bottle and there you smile innocently while flipping damon off.

Derek starts walk away they follow "I don't really care what you guys doing here. But you stay out my way."

"No can do unless you tell us what exactly going on here" damon said

Derek stops turning to them "look I know you both are not here to live a good life or passing by. And I know it has to do something with the girl we saw on the woods with you" derek points at Stefan the girl in the question who is elena gilbert damon give Stefan a look at the mention.

"Honestly, I don't care. But don't come in our matters. Like you did tonight" it is true they can do what they want as long as they don't trouble him.

Stefan sighs "we just wanna know what's going on. Did you turn the kid?"

"No. we are trying to find who did it. but you guys came in between" derek state with a glare his eyes shifting the brothers.

Damon rolls his eyes at derek "fair. What about the hunters?"

"The hunters are werewolf hunter they don't concern you they're after the alpha" derek answers.

"Alright. Then what is she? Is she a witch?" damon asks

Derek remains silent before walking towards damon "what she is none of your business. I know what you're doing here. So, you stay away from her and her friends. Also, you leave the blonde girl alone"

"You said you don't care what we do" damon voiced

"I don't. but the girl is y/n sister's friend which make her y/n's friend" derek turns to Stefan "isn't the girl your girlfriend's best friend. And you let him control her" derek narrow his eyes at Stefan who has guilty look on his face.

Damon slaps his hand on derek back making him turns to "Well, I don't listen to other as well" the next thing damon feel is his arm getting twisted and his knees hit the ground derek eyes turns blue his teeth coming out.

Derek snarl at Stefan when he tried to save his brother "stay" he growls looking down at damon "you know my bite is venomous for vampires, there is no cure. So, you better listen as I say. "Derek let him go.

"I'm hoping you keep him in line" derek said to Stefan before leaving without looking back at them. 

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[cassandra-sims]

Nathaniel Buzolic / Kol Mikaelson

This is one of my favorite human beings on earth!

I hope I didn't mess up.

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@softfairies commissioned Elijah Mikaelson art

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PLEASE do something super fluffy with kol mikealson

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babe you're making my day. hope this is something akin to what you wanted.

"you're red." "shut up." "like actually vermillion." (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: kissing?? also hatred towards bed and breakfasts

a/n: i forgot how much i love writing for kol. sorry for the large writing break...hope this makes up for it?

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You hate Kol Mikaelson. 

He’s cocky, impulsive, and constantly getting you into danger that you would never find for yourself. He also relentlessly flirts with you until you’re warm and deeply frustrated.  He’s complicated enough that you wish he wasn’t a part of your life so it could resume a sense of normalcy. 

Getting caught up in Mikaelson drama was never your plan. You just happened to make the mistake of working as a bartender at Russo’s—where they frequented. Klaus took a liking to you, and the rest is history. Being a human that’s friends with vampires is like poking a bear; not recommended nor convenient. 

This recent conflict was forgettable but proved to be a disruption to your life. One of them annoyed someone, and that someone wanted revenge, and now apparently you were in danger, and so on and so forth. You have repeatedly debated sending an invoice to the Mikaelson compound for restitution. You don’t think Klaus would find it very funny. 

You almost forgot about your life being in danger until you were forced to go on the run with the youngest brother, Kol. Kol, who insisted on driving you nuts. You kept trying to tune him out in the car, listening to the radio or focusing on the trees speeding past your window. Still, he was relentless and wouldn’t leave you alone for a minute. Plus, he was a horribly reckless driver, and you were gripping the door so tightly that you might hurt a muscle any minute. 

“I’ve lived for a very long time, but I’ve never visited Fes,” Kol said, one hand on the wheel as the other tapped on the door. You barely spared him a glance. “Would you visit Fes?”

“Not even sure what Fes is,” you answered through gritted teeth, suppressing a yelp as Kol took a turn obnoxiously fast. 

“City in Morocco considered its cultural capital.”

“You sound like a Google search,” you scoffed, sparing him half a glance. Long enough of a glance for Kol to give you a toothy grin, his canines glinting in the sunlight. 

“I like knowing things,” he states, squinting at you. “I don’t know much about you. Tell me something.”

“No.”

“Please?” he begged, every bit a kid enjoying picking on the new kid on the playground. You fixed him with a dead stare. 

“I hate your driving.” That caused him to laugh, which made him throw his head back and speed up even more. You clutched the handle and clenched your teeth till you felt your whole body would seize up. Kol eventually took pity on you and slowed down. It was enough for you to relax…slightly. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere. Anywhere. Haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Brilliant. I’m going to die out here,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat. 

“Nonsense. Nik would dagger me if I let that happen, and I’m very tired of being daggered.”

“Not because you care about me or want me to live?” you jested, quirking a brow at him. 

“Now, why would I care about you at all?”

You pretended it didn’t sting, even though it felt impossible for you to care about Kol. Still, hearing him say it felt a bit like a slap in the face. You just turned more out the window, ignoring him. You didn’t notice the sharp look he sent you, as if he regretted what he said. 

Instead, you notice a sign advertising a Black Bear Diner. You perk up immediately, tapping the window and looking back at Kol. 

“There. Stop there.”

“That piece of garbage?”

“Yes! Stop the car!” you shouted, regretting your words when Kol slammed on the brakes. “Stop the car slowly, you asswipe.”

“You should’ve clarified that,” he smirked. You jumped out of the car, ran towards the restaurant, and experienced euphoria when the smell of waffles and fresh coffee hit your senses. Kol walked up slowly, hands in his pockets. The sun was obnoxious out here, but there were enough trees in the area to not make it feel like a desert. You could even see the mountain in the background in all its snowcapped glory. 

The inside of the diner was a welcome breeze on your damp skin. It wasn’t very crowded, and you got seated immediately as you happily flipped through your plastic menu. Kol looked slightly uncomfortable sitting in the diner, but you ignored him. You were getting pretty good at ignoring him. 

“I used to go here all the time with my family,” you said, flipping to the drinks page of your menu. “Not this exact location…but this chain. I went to it when I first moved to my hometown.”

“It’s barely gourmet.”

“Fuck gourmet, I want comfort. I want to feel like home,” you laughed, closing your menu. “Don’t you want that?”

“Home?” Kol inquired. “Not sure what that is anymore.”

Your lips turned down in a frown, but you offered nothing else. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk, and you wouldn’t force him. The waiter came over to take your orders, and you happily ordered a black coffee, orange juice, and a waffle platter. After they left, you started packing your bag with the tiny jams and creamers they had out on the table. Kol just looked at you in disdain. 

“You are pathetic.”

“Rent is expensive, groceries are expensive, give me a break,” you snorted, taking a few sugar packets for good measure before you stopped looting. Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his seat. His leg bounced from anxiety, and his fingers tapped the table in a paradiddle pattern, just left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right over and over again. He looked shockingly young, like the boy before he turned, and not the man he paraded as. For a split second, you could see yourself having a crush on him in high school if he was one of your peers. You erased that thought as soon as it came. “Can I ask a question?” you leaned forward on the table, arms folded in front of you. “Why are you guys always protecting me? I’m definitely a liability.”

“I think my brother just wants to sleep with you,” Kol sighed. You snorted, biting your bottom lip to subvert your laughter. Honestly…you have managed to weasel your way into our family—like a parasite.”

“Aw, your words are so kind,” you rolled your eyes, kicking Kol under the table. He just kicked you right back, wearing a smirk. “And I would never sleep with your brother.”

“Why’s that?” Kol questioned, crossing his arms. 

“His face is weird,” you answered. Kol put his head in his hands in laughter, and you joined him a second later. You weren’t sure if that was the reason, but it was the first thing that came to mind, and you didn’t think to change it. Plus, it made Kol laugh, which kind of made you happy. The arrival of your waffles made you even happier. 

“Bloody hell, you’re going to eat all of that?” Kol looked shocked, eyes flicking between you and your waffles. He had ordered a much smaller plate than yours. Yours likely could’ve been a party platter. 

“Yes, and I will do it with pride.”

You did eat all of it, and enjoyed Kol’s expression the whole time. He looked so disturbed it made up for it. You also drank all your coffee, orange juice, and free water refills. Your plan was to eat enough to enter hibernation. You even think Kol was a little impressed at some point. Kol asked the waiter for the nearest hotel, and they pointed you to a place three miles down the road that would likely have openings. By the time you left the diner, it was starting to get cold as the sun was setting. You could hear crickets; you probably would’ve gotten fireflies if you were more south. Kol drove surprisingly slow towards the hotel, which you attributed to his worry that going fast would cause you to throw up your entire waffle extravaganza. He slowed down even more when you came up to the “hotel”—which was actually just a bed and breakfast. An extremely cutesy bed and breakfast. 

The inside of the building was somehow worse than the outside. 

The outside had small-town charm. The inside was where doilies went to die. 

Both you and Kol exchanged glances as he went up to ring the bell. You counted seven cat portraits before a portly woman came out with a cheeky smile. She wore a linen frock and a floral dress right out of the 1960s. 

“Well, good evening,” she smiled. “What can I do for you?” She had a thick Minnesotan accent, and her smile made her eyes. Overall, she radiated friendliness. 

“We’d like a room?” you inquired, leaning against the counter. 

“Oh, you betcha! Lucky for you, I got the best suite in the house available. It’s perfect for you two lovebirds,” she chirped. Your eyes widened. 

“Oh, uh, we’re not together…,” you coughed. You turned to look at Kol, who just shrugged his shoulders. Completely useless. “Do you have a double?”

“Unfortunately, all our doubles are booked for our birding convention. I might have a futon available to bring to your room?”

“Perfect,” Kol smiled, finally interjecting. “We’ll take that.”

“Splendid! Here are your keys, and I’ll have you sign in there.”

You brought your one bag with you up the stairs and to the right to a room at the end of the hall. The wallpaper was mocking you at every turn, a plethora of orchids and pinks staring at you, along with the eyes of fifty million felines. You were certain Dolores Umbridge was hiding somewhere amongst the foliage. The room was less pink but still reminiscent of something in a senior home. The bed was the nicest part: a large four-poster with mahogany bedposts. The wallpaper was sage color with pictures of ferns. The ensuite bathroom had a clawfoot tub and gold décor. A painting of a young boy eating ice cream was on the wall. You immediately took it off the wall and turned it around so you didn’t have to look at it all night. 

“It’s a little…”

“Cozy?” Kol interjected, closing the door behind you two. 

“I was going to say tight.”

“It is the lovebird suite, darling,” Kol whispered in your ear, a smirk in his voice. A shiver ran down your spine. 

“I’ll take the futon.”

“I doubt you could fit a futon in here,” Kol scoffed. He was right. There was really only room for the bed and bedside tables. Whoever designed this room intended to spend a lot of time in bed. Your cheeks heated at the thought. You tapped your foot in thought before eventually sighing in defeat.

“Just…don’t get too handsy,” you shrugged, glaring at the vampire’s ever-present smirk. 

“Handsy? You must think me a rascal,” Kol cooed, stepping closer into your space. The room was tight, which meant you were backed against the wall. You felt like a rabbit being targeted by a fox, his mischievous grin and wandering eyes taking all of you in. Your eyes were drawn to how he licked his lips, and suddenly, your blood pressure spiked. Heat crawled up your neck, and you knew that Kol noticed. He always managed to notice. 

“Knock it off, Mikaelson,” you hissed, tilting your head up defiantly. 

“You’re actually red,” Kol chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

“…Shut up,” you slapped his hand away, maneuvering your way from his grasp. 

“Like actually vermillion,” he laughed, and you gave him an unsavory gesture as you escaped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Back against the door, you breathed out, groaning into your hands. You pushed off the door, getting ready for bed in an effort to put this night behind you. You cleaned up, brushed your teeth, and put on pajamas. In hot weather, you usually just wear a T-shirt and shorts to bed. Your t-shirt said, ‘I got lobotomized at Freddy Fazbear’s,’ something idiotic that you couldn’t even fully be ashamed of. When you exited, Kol was lying on top of the covers on his phone, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked up when you exited, snorting as he read the shirt. “You have an odd sense of humor.”

“It’s too evolved for you to understand,” you rolled your eyes, getting in on the other side of the bed and leaving space between the two of you. Kol smelled sweet, like vanilla, and it was slowly suffocating you. You both sat in silence for a second before Kol disrupted it. 

“Y/N,”

“No.”

“Darling,” he purred, inching closer to you. 

“What, Kol,” you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. 

“You like me,” he said. It was not a question, just something he exclaimed. You scoffed. 

“I do not.”

“You do. It’s why you blush vermillion when I call you things like darling,” he smiled, propping himself up on his elbow as he lay on his side to stare at you. 

“You’re incorrigible.”

“So, if I kissed you…you wouldn’t care,” Kol inquired, voice soft as he sat up slightly. You felt your heart skip a beat, and Kol’s mouth turned up slightly when he heard it. You knew you just proved his point, but you refused to concede. 

“I wouldn’t care,” you whispered, holding his gaze. 

“So, when I do this,” Kol leaned up, kissing your cheek, his lips burning your skin. He kissed right under your jaw, finally on your pulse point. “…it doesn’t matter?” 

You bit your tongue to stop yourself. “It doesn’t matter,” you choke out, but all you’re doing is spurring Kol on. You’re a hare caught in his trap, and you can’t even find it in yourself to hate it. Kol sucks on your pulse point, nipping lightly and moving down your neck, one hand coming up to tilt your head more to the side for easier access. His touch was shockingly gentle as if he was giving you an out. Your will was thinning by the minute, though, and eventually, you grabbed his hand, causing him to stop. 

“Darling—” he starts, but you cut him off by kissing his lips, soft but passionate. For once, you’ve taken him off guard, and a sense of pride spurs through you as you part, kissing the corner of his mouth and looking at him through thick lashes. 

“Does it matter?” you ask, voice breathy. “For you…” You’re not sure exactly what you’re asking, but you know there’s a line you’ve crossed that you can’t return from. Kol’s thumb brushes your cheek, so gentle from the reckless, hotheaded vampire you are acquainted with. A grin crosses his face. 

“It means everything,” he smiles, kissing you again, fingers tangling in your hair. Your hands find his arms, sighing as he deepens the kiss. You’re on fire, every single part of you, and you’re sure that Kol can feel your racing heart and hot skin. You like kissing him, though, and you realize you like him a lot. 

“Kol?” you breathe. “Don’t sleep on the futon.”

“For you? I would never,” he grins, kissing you again. You make sure to put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door for later. 

…

Afterwards.

It’s the middle of the night when he wakes you up.

“I guess Nik won’t be able to sleep with you now.”

“Kol.”

“Because I’ll be the only one sleeping with you.”

“Go to sleep.”

There’s a shuffling of blankets as his arm wraps tighter around you, his breath hot on your neck. 

“You’re going to be stuck with me forever,” he whispers. 

You smile. “I’m okay with that.”

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The Bite That Bound Us

Soulmate!Mikealson brothers x reader (poly)

Summary: One wrong turn into a dark valley and you find yourself turned into a vampire, but wait there's more...

I was barely five feet tall with my fiery red hair that never behaved, a whirlwind of sunshine and curiosity in a world far too big for me, was lost again. A shortcut, you'd called it. One wrong turn down a dark alley which was reeked of damp garbage and worse.

Now, a pair of glowing amber eyes locked onto mine. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could even scream, a blur of elegant violence filled the air and then darkness, cold, an agonizing thirst that gnawed at my very core.

I awoke to a gasp of a different nature. A handsome man with chiseled features and an air of nobility stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and something deeper, something I couldn't decipher.

"What...happened?" My voice was a mere rasp.

"Forgive me," the man said, his voice a smooth baritone. "I lost control. You're..." He trailed off, examining my small frame with a frown.

Panic surged through me. "Am I dead?"

He hesitated. "Not exactly." His eyes met mine again, the amber depths swirling with guilt. "I turned you."

I stared, processing. Vampire. I was a vampire. A sob escaped through my lips before I could stop it. Then, his eyes pierced the void, followed by a face both beautiful and terrifying.

"I'm Elijah Mikaelson, the original vampire", he knelt beside me, a flicker of regret in his ancient gaze. "Forgive me, little one," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress.

Suddenly I felt the thirst again that I didn't understand, just felt the warmth returning, an unnatural hunger replacing the cold. I lunged, fangs ripping through his pristine white sleeve. He didn't flinch, only closed his eyes as I fed from him, a small, desperate creature clinging to his arm.

When I pulled back, sated and confused, his expression was unreadable. "You're different," he stated, his voice tinged with wonder. He took me to the sprawling compound, a haven shrouded in mystery. I was greeted by three pairs of eyes, each holding a universe of emotions. There was Klaus, the hybrid, Kol, the mischievous brother and Finn, the stoic one.

"Elijah," Klaus snarled, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "what is this?" Elijah ignored him, his gaze fixed on me. "She's a… anomaly. A human turned, yet… different."

Suddenly, Finn stepped forward, his voice trembling. He reached out, a single finger brushing my cheek. A gasp escaped his lips. "The prophecy," he whispered, eyes wide.

Kol scoffed. "Finn, don't be ridiculous."

But Finn shook his head, his gaze locked on me. "The soulmate. The one spoken of in mother's grimoire. The one who can break the curse."

A bewildered silence descended. Then, Elijah spoke, his voice soft but firm. "Tell me, little one, what is your name?". I blinked, my newfound senses overwhelming. "(Y/N)," I managed, voice barely a whisper.

Klaus snorted. "Soulmate? Don't be absurd. She's just a runt of a human he sired."

But Elijah knelt before me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you truly our soulmate, (Y/N)?"

I tilted my head, unsure. "Soulmate? What's that?"

Kol, the mischievous one, stepped forward. "Don't you remember, love? The whole of New Orleans knows. The prophecy? The Originals destined to find their mate, a petite firecracker they called her."

My eyes widened. I vaguely remembered my grandmother's stories, whispered tales of an ancient prophecy about a human who would complete the Original vampires. Could it be true?

A flicker of a smile touched Elijah's lips as he knelt before me, his eyes searching mine again. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this," he admitted. "I never meant to hurt you."

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze. The fear was still there, but a spark of something else flickered within me too. "What happens now?"

A tense silence hung in the air as Elijah and his brothers exchanged looks. The prophecy. The guilt. And a flicker of a new beginning, all tied to the fate of a tiny human turned vampire.

Few months later....

The morning sun filtered through the thick drapes, casting a warm glow across the antique four-poster bed. I stirred, snuggling into the embrace behind me. Blinking bright sunshine away, I snuggled deeper into the warmth beside me. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Morning, love," rumbled a sleepy voice right by my ear. It was Klaus, still half-asleep, his hair a mess against the white silk sheets.

I smiled, turning in his arms to face his handsome face. “Morning, Nik.” My nickname for him was a constant battle between affection and pushing boundaries. He hated it, but it always made him smirk. Living with the Mikaelsons was an exercise in perpetual chaos – a chaos I wouldn't trade for anything.

Most mornings started like this – either tangled in Klaus's possessive embrace or waking up tucked against Elijah's comforting chest. Today, however, the familiar warmth was missing. I sat up, stretching my arms, and a wave of loneliness washed over me.

"Elijah?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the vast bedroom. A chuckle drifted in from the balcony. "Always so perceptive, love. Come join me."

I slipped on a silk robe and pushed open the French doors, a cool breeze ruffling my hair. Elijah stood leaning against the railing, a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He smiled as I approached.

"Lost sleep?" I asked, taking a sip of his proffered cup.

"Just thinking," he said vaguely, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "About yesterday."

Yesterday was a typical Mikaelson night. A masquerade ball Kol had dragged us all to, filled with pretentious socialites and enough bloodlust in the air to rival a slaughterhouse. It wasn't exactly my cup of tea, but with Kol by my side, whispering witty remarks and occasionally stealing kisses in dark corners, even masquerades could be fun.

"Was it Marcel again?" I sighed, setting the cup down.

Elijah didn't answer. Marcel Gerard, a vampire they'd turned centuries ago, had become a thorn in our side. He was building power, challenging dominion over New Orleans.

"Don't worry, love," he said, finally looking at me. "We'll handle him." He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was always so gentle, a stark contrast to the fierceness he displayed when protecting his family.

Before we could discuss Marcel further, footsteps approached. Kol sauntered in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Elijah, here you are. And my darling! Ready for breakfast?"

Our mornings usually included a leisurely breakfast with Kol, filled with gossip about the latest society scandals (courtesy of Kol's impeccable ear for eavesdropping), lighthearted teasing, and plenty of laughter.

We’d sit at the grand dining table, me perched on a booster seat (thanks to my perpetually human height), devouring pancakes while he regaled me with stories of his mischievous exploits throughout the centuries. Sometimes, Elijah would join us, his stoic demeanor masking the fondness in his eyes as he listened to Kol’s ramblings.

After breakfast, I spent the day indulging in my favorite pastime – reading. Finn, the quietest among the brothers, shared my love for literature. We curled up on the plush couches in the library, lost in different worlds, surrounded by towering shelves of leather-bound books. He’d read aloud in his soothing voice, his passion for history igniting a similar spark within me. Occasionally, Elijah would join us, his commentary adding another layer to the stories. Their perspectives, spanning centuries, were a treasure trove of knowledge.

Klaus, possessive and protective (sometimes to a suffocating degree), would spend nights dragging me to dimly lit clubs or lavish parties. He’d scowl at anyone who dared glance my way for too long, his hand possessively wrapped around my waist. It was annoying at times, this need to control everything around me, but there was a tenderness in his possessiveness that I couldn't ignore. Sometimes, he’d surprise me with a stolen moment in the garden, capturing my likeness on canvas with surprising skill.

Despite their differences, they all had one thing in common: their fierce protectiveness of me.

Whenever a dark cloud hung over me, Elijah, with his calming presence, would scoop me into his lap, whispering reassurances and pressing gentle kisses to my forehead. He understood my anxieties as a human turned supernatural, my loneliness in a world they’d inhabited for so long.

One afternoon, while browsing a quaint bookstore with Rebecca, I felt a prickling on the back of my neck – a feeling I’d come to associate with danger. Looking back, I saw Marcel, a former protégé turned enemy of the Mikaelsons, flanked by his vampires, his eyes glinting with malice. My blood ran cold. He was here, inside the French Quarter, the supposed haven.

Fear momentarily forgotten, I lunged towards him, a primal urge to protect my family surging through me. Of course, my vampire powers were a mere blip compared to Marcel’s ancient strength. He caught me effortlessly, his grip tightening around my throat. Panic rose, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin.

“Leaving the Mikaelsons pet unattended?” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.

Before I could respond, a blur of white and blue swept past me. Elijah’s hand clamped around Marcel’s wrist, his face a mask of fury. “Leave her be, Marcel,” he growled.

“Now, Elijah,” Marcel mocked, his hold on me tightening. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown attached to the little rabbit.”

I struggled, kicking my legs and lashing out with my hands, a pathetic display against his superior strength. A surge of pride washed over me when I saw Kol and Finn materialize at Elijah’s side, their faces reflecting a similar fury.

A tense silence stretched between them. Just as Marcel opened his mouth to speak again, Klaus materialized behind him, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. “You dare touch what’s mine?”

Marcel seemed to hesitate for a fraction of a second, a flicker of fear crossing his face. It was enough. With a coordinated attack, the Mikaelsons overpowered Marcel and his goons. It was a brutal ballet of fangs, claws, and super speed. I watched it all unfold from the safe.

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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.

_____

“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

[cece693]

Bet Pt. 2 (Klaus Mikaelson x M! Reader)

If you haven't read the first part, here's the link. But to catch up, basically male reader is confused about who Klaus really is—evil hybrid vs. sweet, caring man. However, when Klaus is willing to show you where the cure is, are you willing to leave whatever you have with Klaus behind?

tags: reader makes a choice, happy ending, Klaus is a sweet boy, the Salvatore brothers are pissed

You hadn’t stepped foot in the Mikaelson mansion since Klaus had revealed his feelings. Every time you tried, something stopped you. The weight of his confession—his unexpected vulnerability—left you feeling more confused than ever. You couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine, not when your mind was torn between the life you had before and the life Klaus was offering you.

It wasn’t him you were angry at. In fact, you couldn’t blame Klaus for being honest, for laying his cards on the table and letting you see a side of him that few others did. No, all your frustration, all the pent-up anger, was directed at yourself. Because if Klaus had made his offer before you truly got to know him—if he had mentioned the cure before you saw the man behind the hybrid—you wouldn’t have hesitated to take it. You would’ve agreed to anything just to be human again. But now things weren’t so simple.

If you chose the cure, you would be giving up everything. Your brothers, your friends, Klaus. And the thought of leaving him behind, of never knowing what could have been, filled you with a sense of dread you hadn’t expected. When you were with him, you felt more like yourself than you had in centuries. He made you feel alive in ways that weren’t tied to your vampiric instincts. He challenged you, but he also supported you. He saw you for who you were, not just the person you used to be or the vampire you had become. And that was terrifying yet exhilarating.

After another night of pacing and weighing your options, you knew you had to confront the reality of your choice. You needed to speak to your brothers, to make them understand where you stood. You found Damon and Stefan in the parlor, just as you had anticipated. They were both quiet, sipping on their bourbon, when you stepped inside. Damon glanced up first, his gaze sharpening as he saw the determined expression on your face.

“So, have you finally made up your mind?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

You took a breath and nodded. “I have,” you said, and the words came out steadier than you felt. “I’m not taking the cure. I’ve decided to stay as I am.”

A flicker of relief passed over Stefan’s face, though Damon’s reaction was less encouraging. “Good,” Damon replied dryly, “glad you’ve come to your senses and aren’t throwing everything away for some idiotic human fantasy. I guess that means you’re done with the whole Klaus thing, too, right?”

“No. I’m staying a vampire, but I’m also choosing to be with Klaus.”

The room seemed to grow colder, the silence stretching taut as a bowstring. Stefan’s relief evaporated, his brow furrowing with concern. Damon’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as if you had just confessed to the most unforgivable sin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Damon spat, standing up so quickly the couch scraped against the floor. “You’re really choosing that monster over your own family? Do you even hear yourself?”

“It’s not like that,” you argued, feeling a surge of defensiveness rising in your chest. “This isn’t about choosing him over you—it’s about choosing the life I want. I’m not going to keep living the way I have, pretending things are fine between us. We haven’t been a real family for a long time.”

“So you think the answer is running into the arms of a psychopath?” Damon shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Newsflash, little brother: Klaus doesn’t know how to love. He’s a manipulative bastard who will use you until there’s nothing left. He's incapable of it.”

A bitter laugh escaped you as you met his gaze head-on. “And who are you to lecture me about love, Damon?” you shot back, anger seeping into your tone. “The man who fell for Katherine—twice? Or maybe it’s Stefan, the one who has been tangled up in an endless cycle with Elena for years, pretending that it’s love instead of just addiction?”

Stefan recoiled at your words, and Damon’s jaw tightened. The room was thick with tension, the brothers struggling to form a response. "I'm not some pawn in his game, Damon. Nor does he have me under a spell. Klaus has been honest with me, more than you have! When was the last time any of us truly cared about each other without some kind of ulterior motive?”

Stefan stepped forward. “We’re not saying you can’t choose your own path,” he said softly, “but Klaus is dangerous. You can’t deny that. You know what he’s capable of.”

“And we aren’t?” you shot back, your gaze moving between your brothers. “Let’s not act like we’re saints. We’ve all done terrible things, and we’ve all hurt people. Just because we did it for reasons we thought were justified doesn’t make us any better than him.”

Damon clenched his jaw, his expression dark with frustration. “You’re going to regret this,” he warned, his tone low and threatening. “You’re choosing him over us, and when it all falls apart, don’t expect us to come running.”

The weight of his words hit you harder than you’d expected, but you refused to show it. “If that’s the way you see it,” you replied quietly, “then maybe we were never truly brothers to begin with.”

The walk to the Mikaelson mansion felt like shedding an old skin, leaving behind a life that no longer fit. When you arrived, Klaus was there waiting, as if he had sensed the moment you had made up your mind. His expression softened the instant he saw you, a mixture of hope and relief glimmering in his eyes.

“So, you’ve come to a decision?” he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of vulnerability underneath.

You took a step closer, meeting his gaze with determination. “I have,” you said. “I’m staying.”

Klaus’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, his eyes darkening with an emotion that you had rarely seen before—something close to joy, but tempered by the shadow of all the years he had lived without it. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands with a tenderness that defied his reputation.

“Then you’ve made the right choice,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. “And I promise, you won’t ever regret it, love.”

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Thirty: Elijah Mikealson + Overstim

Elijah has been fucking you for hours now, or at least that's what it seems like to you. With his relentless thrust, he's never close and never gives up.

It had started all because you had teased him with a short dress during a family dinner with his brother and sisters. It gave little to the imagination. Thighs were on display for everyone to see, and the valley of your breasts was prominent.

Elijah's sisters had given you praises when the two of you arrived. Freya hugged you tightly and gave you a knowing look as she saw your sundress. Rebekah had embraced you just like her sister had, but when you released each other gave you a twirl of her wrist. Wanting you to show off the dress to her.

The eyes of his brothers were what you assumed pissed him off first. Klaus had raked his eyes over you when you first arrived, but Kol was handsy with his hug holding you hostage almost.

His cock had your hole bruised and swollen. "I told you that Kol was no good. I bet you just loved him touching you." He groaned. You've been shaking your head, trying to make him believe you, but he won't stop fucking you.

"I. DON"T. BELIEVE. YOU." With every word, he gave a hard and mean thrust. Skin slapping against skin, Elijah's fingers were bruised into your skin, but as much as you hated how you had gotten here.

You couldn't dare say that you didn't enjoy Elijah's rough pace and how he had his hand around your throat. You were so cock drunk on Elijah's cock that you didn't notice him reach over to the side table drawer and pull out one of your toys.

Your bright pink vibrator buzzed in his hand. Before you even notice the loud buzzing of your toy, you can feel the buzzing hit your swollen clit. "ELI… I can't>" You're so deep that you try anything to push away from the overstimulation of the vibrator. His thumb has been okay playing with your clit gently, but this is horrible. It's never-ending.

"IF you want it to stop, then you gotta cum, just one more time, baby. Cum on cock tell me you own this pretty little soaked pussy." Your head rolls back into the satin pillowcase, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum around Elijah's cock. "Hmm, such a good girl…" He groans as his thrust lose their rhythm.

Elijah's head falls into the corner of your neck and shoulder when he hits his high, leaking into you. "I'm sorry, Eli," You whisper to him. He picks up his head. Hazel's eyes look into yours, "It's alright, sweetness; I might have overreacted." You smile before pressing a small kiss onto his plump lips.

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Posted on: 10/30/23

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[klausysworld]

Heyy, please could you so some nsfw yandere elijah mikealson head cannons <3

Yandere!Elijah NSFW Alphabet:

A=Aftercare (what he’s like after)

Elijah would never leave you for even a second after your activities. He’s immediately telling you how amazing you were, kissing up your neck and your jaw as he whispers praises into your ear. He’s gentle and soft after, washing your sensitive skin carefully and kissing your lips delicately.

B= Body part (favorite body part of his own or yours)

Elijah is a thigh man. Whether it be his hands on them or his face between them. He loves to see you in a tight little skirt that hugs your curves and has your squeezing your thighs together. His favourite part of himself is his hands. He knows how fast they can turn you on, he lives for how you squirm with his fingers inside you and a hand round your throat.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Elijah loves to cum down your throat. He loves to watch you choke on his cock as you try and swallow everything he gives you. He often pulls out to cum over your back or stomach, loving how you look coated in his desire and taking pride in washing it off you.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Elijah is an absolute animal. He switches from gentleman to beast in seconds. He wants you on your knees, on all fours and he wants you to do exactly as you’re told, exactly when he says it.

E= Experience (does he know what he’s doing)

Elijah is a calculated, intelligent man vampire who has been in the world for over a thousand years. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

F= Favorite position

Doggy mostly. He enjoys having a tight grip on either your throat or hair while he pounds into you over and over. His words are filthy as his hand hits the skin of your ass to make you jolt and let out rasped moans while he fills you up.

G= Goofy (how serious he is)

Elijah is a very serious man. He handles sex almost like it’s business, he knows where, when and how he wants you. Though there are exceptions when he may have been roped into drinking with his brothers and is much more relaxed and clumsy.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He’s a neat guy, well trimmed and happy with his appearance though if you were to request something he would adjust, for you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It’s a mix. It often begins romantic but his animalistic urges nearly always make it much rougher than he intended. There are however, occasions where he’s able to control himself and he’ll be sweet for you. Tell you you’re his good girl while fucking you nice and slow in missionary.

J= Jack off (does he masturbate and how often)

Not once he has you, it’s unnecessary but when he used to watch you, always. He used to sit outside your window or within your closet with his hand around his dick while he watched you change.

K= Kink (kinks what he likes and indulges in)

Elijah is always tying you up, blindfolding you and covering your mouth with his hand to watch you squirm as you try to cry out. He’s very much up for BD/SM and wants to see how far he can push you to find your limits.

L= Location (where he likes to get it on)

Bed, wall, kitchen counter, couch, holding her up in the middle of the room, under the table, bent over the side, anywhere he can.

M= Motivation (things that make him tick/turn ons)

Short skirts and booty shorts have him pining you against the wall with his crotch on your ass. Tilting your head to expose your neck for him has him feral.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Elijah wouldn’t feel overly comfortable with touching you in your sleep. He may touch himself to your sleeping body, but touching you (even with your consent) makes him feel dirty and cruel. He loves you too much and wouldn’t want you to regret your decision when awake.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skill full he is)

Elijah is extremely skilful. He lives between your thighs and knows just how to use his tongue. And as for receiving, he is all the more eager. He loves the way you look with your mouth stretched around his dick as you show him how perfect you are for him.

P= Pace (how fast he is and how long he will last in bed)

He’s quick with his movements but keeps them going for hours on end. He can last for ages, he makes sure to pull at least two or three orgasms out of your before releasing himself.

Q= Quickie (does he prefer fast and hard)

Elijah loves to fuck you nice and hard but that doesn’t mean its over quick. He still wants to have you for as long as he can.

R= Risk (does he like to try new things)

Elijah has already tried pretty much everything but he is all the more happy to see how many of them you will enjoy. Whatever you request, he is up for.

S= Stamina (how many times can he go and how does long each round lasts)

Elijah would go for days if you were able. He loves your body so much, he wishes he would never have to stop.

T= Toys (is he game for using sex toys on himself and/or you)

Elijah is up for toys, he enjoys to see how long you will last with a vibrator inside you before you’re begging for him to fuck you. Leaving inside you and messing with the level throughout the day before returning to find you grinding against his pillow with filthy moans filling the air.

U= Unfair (how does he tease or does he enjoy suspense themselves)

He likes to grope at your breasts, ass and thighs, seeing you get worked up while teasing himself with the feel of you always has you both running hot. He loved how worked up he can get you with just his hands, he loves how you beg for him.

V= Volume (is he loud, what sounds, and does he talk)

He’s more a grunter. Though he’s more prone talking, whispering pure filth into your ear and encouraging your moans to grow louder and louder. He’s much more vocal if you’re on your knees, wanting to spur you on and let you know you’re doing an excellent job.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Elijah has a small thing for voyeurism. It would have to be someone he knows is no threat to him, but he can’t help how hot he finds it to watch you be pleasured by someone else with your eyes on his as he stroked himself to your sounds.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Elijah is very well endowed and he knows it. He may be polite and well mannered but the second he has you alone he’s cocky and pressing his hard on against you to show you just how big he is.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Elijah is often composed and won’t actively tell you that he needs you but it’s quite obvious that he yearns for you almost constantly with the amount he has you held down.

Z= Zzzz (does he sleep after if so how quickly after)

Elijah doesn’t fall asleep very quickly at all. But it’s okay because it means he has time to clean you up, pamper you and read you to sleep. He will only sleep after you’re knock out against him and he knows there is absolutely nothing that could take you from him.

[andreal831]

Do you think that Hayley/Elijah/Jackson could’ve potentially worked as a throuple? 👀

I actually laughed when I read this question. Not because I think it would be impossible but because I think it would be absolutely wild. Maybe if the show was being run by more interesting people we could have had a storyline like this. It would make sense.

I mean on one hand, we have Hayley and Elijah who are in love and on the other hand we have a forced marriage. If anyone was going to have a throuple, they were primed for it. I have said it before but I don't believe the unification magic is so aware that Hayley and Elijah couldn't have stayed in a relationship. Also, no one proposed the idea of a throuple. I feel like that would have worked for the magic aspect of it.

If it did work, Hayley would have had to be the one to introduce it, and you know she would have. Hayley, especially at that time, was definitely a 'have your cake and eat it too' kind of person. And that is not a critique on her. She knew what she wanted and she went for it. So why not bring up the idea to the men.

Elijah would have been on board. He had been pinning after Hayley for like two years at that point and would have jumped at the opportunity to be with her in any way possible. He also has lived so long that I don't think it would have been strange to him. I joke that I love jealous Elijah but we really didn't get many scenes where he was obviously jealous. I feel like he was just, essentially, too old for that teen drama. So it wouldn't have bothered him that Hayley was also with Jackson. Especially because it would mean he got to be with her as well. Jackson would have been resistant for a variety of reasons. I can see him saying "That's not how we do things." But there definitely was a power imbalance there so I could see him caving and agreeing, but resenting it. So not a healthy throuple.

However, overtime, I could see Jackson and Elijah finding common ground. People love to say the men are so different, but they really aren't. They just wear different clothes. Jackson is more like a Mikaelson than he or the fandom want to admit. Jackson treats his pack similar to how the Mikaelsons treat their family. I think this is something Elijah and he could bond over. They've both had to make tough decisions, even bad decisions, in order to protect the ones they love. They've both also messed up a lot. They also both cared for Hayley and Hope which would likely be the first common ground they could come to.

I also love to think over time, given the chance, Elijah and Jackson would become friends. I can just see Jackson talking about hunting or some nature thing and Elijah just casually asking questions, trying to pretend he's not that interested. We view Elijah as an uptight business man, but let's not forget he was originally a farmer/warrior from what is present day Virginia. Elijah is a country boy. I would love a scene where Jackson is surprised by Elijah's knowledge of farming or hunting and then Hayley walks into an intense discussion about crop yields or the best way to skin a deer.

To me, it wouldn't ever be a true throuple, it would more likely be an open relationship. I just never got queer vibes from Jackson, but who knows. But if the show had focused more on character development and family, and less on drama, we may have actually seen a begrudging friendship and mutual respect from the two men. And Hayley would have truly benefited from that. But we all know how little Julie likes to let women have control over their relationships.

Thanks for the ask! These are always so fun for me.

[imaginefan]

For A Friend

Kol Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1707

Requested: Anon

Request: The originals one shot. Can you write one about liking kol and davina knows about it and she tries to set you guys up?

You and Davina had been friends since she had managed to get away from Marcel and Klaus to create her own life. You were one of, if not the only witch that didn’t judge her for everything that had happened. You rarely questioned her decisions and helped her when things went wrong.

When she told you that she wanted to save Kol after everything that he had done for her, you stood by her yet again, despite the stories that you had been told about the Mikealsons. It took some time but Davina succeeded in her quest to bring him back and you were the first people that he saw smiling at Davina as if she were an old friend but when he looked at you it seemed to stop for a second.

“Who’s this?” He asked as Davina threw a set of clothes at him. “A friend.” Davina answered as you lifted your hand to give a small wave. “The friend you didn’t want me to meet before?” He asked. “You talked about me before?” You asked leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms. “Only for her to tell me to stay away from you.” Kol shrugged “she was convinced that I would cause you trouble.” “I didn’t know you then.” Davina defended herself. “Aw you care about me!” You teased as you looked at her with a smirk on your face. “Shut up.” Davina ordered as Kol laid down on the bed. “So are you going to tell me your name or what?” Kol asked. “Now why would I give the big bad Mikaelson my name?” You asked. “Surely Davina explained that I’m not as bad as they make me out to be.” He smirked his hands pulled up behind his head for him to rest on them. “Doesn’t mean I believe her.” You shrugged. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” Kol rolled his eyes and you smirked. “(Y/N).” You finally said. “Pretty name.” He said softly as you turned towards the door. “Well I’ve got things to do so I’ll be seeing you.” You turned and left.

A few hour later Davina was lounging all over your sofa as you cooked for the two of you “so are you going to tell me what that was with Kol earlier?” She asked, you glanced at her and shrugged. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “The flirting.” She answered. “I was not flirting.” You argued pointing the spatula at her. “Are you sure, it seemed like flirting to me.” Davina teased as she walked over leaning over your shoulder to see what you were making. “You're young, you don’t know what flirting is.” You waved her off as you started plating the food. “We’re the same age and you were definitely flirting.” She rolled her eyes as you looked at her and narrowed your eyes. “Hush otherwise I’ll eat all this food and you’ll get nothing.” You informed her and she lifted her hands in surrender as you nodded to yourself passing her the food and speaking no more of it.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You recognised Kol’s voice but the voice that followed was one that you didn’t. “Do you know this girl brother?” He asked. “She’s a witch.” Kol answered, you finally looked over at him cheek resting on the heel of your hand. “Is there something that I can help you with?” You asked. “I can’t just say hello?” Kol asked as he leant against your table, his arms crossed over his chest. “Not when you want something.” You answered “who are you looking for Davina?” “She wouldn’t help me, even if it benefitted her.” The other guy spoke and you looked at him. “You are?” You asked, he raised an eyebrow as if he was confused by your obliviousness. “This is my brother Klaus.” Kol answered. “You're the big bad wolf.” You nodded, taking a sip from the drink that you had ordered before going back to what you were doing. “I knew you wanted something.” You mumbled when neither of them moved. “Alright so we do need something.” Kol answered. “Uh huh. Who would have guessed it.” You looked at them again waiting for them to explain. “We need a locator spell to find my sister, she seems to have gone missing.” Klaus explained. “By missing you mean out of the house for more than 24 hours?” You asked. “How’d you know that?” Kol asked. “I may not have known what you looked like but I know enough about you to know that you're controlling. When you have evidence that your sister has been kidnapped and isn’t out having a good time, then I will help you.” You explained. Kol smirked at you while Klaus stormed out of the restaurant. “Do you have a death wish?” Kol asked. “Strong morals.” You answered. “You're a very interesting witch.” Kol smirked as he pushed off of the table. “I want to learn more about you.”

“This friend of yours.” Kol muttered as Davina looked at him. “What about her?” She asked. “Is she this icy with everyone?” He asked. “No.” Davina answered. “So she doesn’t actually like me?” He asked. “Why do you care?” Davina asked, a small smirk on her face. “I don’t, I was just wondering.” Kol answered with a shrug as he fiddled with something that was on the table in her workspace. “Stop playing with everything.” She scolded him, he lifted his hands with a playful smile on his face as he stepped away. “She’s the only person that seems to bother you, we were the same way when you were in Kaleb’s body and you never seemed bothered, it’s the same with your sisters, usually you thrive on that energy, is there something that you aren’t telling me?” Davina asked. “Why am I being interrogated when I was the one that came to ask a question?” He asked. “Because I think you would be cute together and honestly I think you both like each other.” Davina answered. “Has she said that!?” He asked. “No but you just did.” Davina informed him as continued to complete the task that she had started over half an hours ago and he continued to stop her from doing. “Will you leave if I ask her for you?” “Ask her?” Kol asked. “If she likes you?” Davina answered. “You would do that?” He asked, he almost looked like a puppy being offered its favourite toy. “Yes as long as you leave me alone.” She answered. “Consider me gone.” He said before actually disappearing out the door.

“So about Kol…” Davina said as she plopped down on the sofa next to you. “Why are we talking about him again?” You asked. “Because you get super defensive and you’ve never been like that before, you like him don’t you?” Davina asked. “Like him?” You asked. “Don’t do that, you know what I mean.” She argued as you looked at her and narrowed your eyes. “You really aren’t going to drop this are you?” You asked. “Only if you tell me the truth.” She smirked, leaning back on her hands. “Alright, he might be easy on the eyes and fun to talk to.” You shrugged as you looked away “can we stop talking about this now?” “Yeah sure.” She answered, dropping the subject a little too quickly for your liking, she was definitely up to something.

It was the next day that you found out what it was that she was up to when someone knocked on your door. You opened it to find Kol leaning against the doorframe “what are you doing here?” You asked. “I heard something, thought I should ask you about it.” He explained. “Oh yeah what is that?” You asked. “This is a conversation that you probably don’t want to have in your corridor, do you want to invite me in?” He asked. “No.” You answered. “Don’t be like that, surely you don’t want your neighbours to hear about your little crush?” He asked. “What the hell are you talking about?” You asked, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “A little birdy told me that you might think I’m easy on the eyes and fun to talk to.” He shrugged, you were going to kill Davina the moment that you saw her. “By your silence I assume that you did say that?” “Get in here.” You said through gritted teeth as you pulled him into your small apartment glaring at him, as the door closed Kol doubled back on you strapping you against the door. “You don’t know how much I wanted it to be true.” He said softly, arms caging you against the door you had just closed. “What are you doing?” You asked. “Well, since you like me and I like you, I think we should skip all the formalities and I’ll just show you what’s on offer.” Kol suggested nudging your face to the side as his lips dropped to rest on the connecting skin of your neck and shoulder. “As long as you show me the very same.” “The same…” You breathed out, eyes scanning around the room trying to focus on anything else, you felt him press a soft kiss to your neck as he moved towards your lips, your hands moved up to grip the back of his coat as his breath brushed over your ear, his lips hovering close to your ear. “I promise to give you everything, protect you from everything and prove to you that I am worth your trust and love.” Kol said softly. “So prove it.” You managed to say, proud of yourself for the fact that you sounded pretty steady. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t-” You never finished that sentence because he connected your lips in a gentle teasing kiss, one hand moving down to grip your hip while the other braced against the door, your hands moving to touch whatever you could as you tried to ground yourself. Maybe you didn’t have to kill Davina later but you did need to have a long talk about the girl code and maybe pay her back someday.

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[lokisivy]

Enchanted - Klaus Mikealson

Anonymous asked:

You can do headcanons about being pregnant with Hope Mikaelson (the reader is her birth mother) and Klaus Mikaelson starting to fall for you and getting jealous whenever Elijah is around you

AN; i was already gonna put it in my story but I'll give you one.

disclaimer: Angst, mentions of abortion

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I woke up feeling very sore from my night being pregnant is literally the worst thing but yet the best.

the sickness, mood swings and cravings.

but the worst of them all is the insomnia, these sleepless nights get very hectic. I would be very tired but cant seem to sleep.

being pregnant with a Mikealson baby removes every joy of having a baby. Klaus controlling me and Elijah trying to convince him that he might find love with the baby.

I can't deny at some point I wanted to abort so I can be out of this but when Klaus found out he was furious.

...

"What were you doing in the french quarter you know it's dangerous!" Klaus yells at me.

I stayed silent scared to answer

"Answer me!"

"I was buying wolfsbane so I can kill the baby that you hate! you can convince me that you actually don't want it to go!" I yelled back out of frustration

"No I don't," he said sternly hurt scattered on his face for a second

"Then why do you do all this? You showed me nothing but hatred for me and my baby."

"So might as well just kill it."

That is when I knew how much that baby meant to him he was so much he vamp sped and slammed me against the wall. that's when Rebekah got involved

...

I enter the kitchen desperate for coffee I search for it and as I was pouring myself a cup I was interrupted by a voice.

"Caffeine isn't good for pregnancy."

"Jesus Elijah you scared me."

"How about I make you tea."

"No, I need this I didn't sleep all night." I reach out for the cup he took from me.

"you are pregnant go sleep whenever you can, use it as a form of excuse."

I smile at him he is very polite and sweet.

and god how good he looks in a suit.

now that is the Mikealson I should've fallen for.

"Well, yesterday I got kidnapped in my afternoon nap." I giggle leaning with my back against the countertop. he gives me my cup of tea and I place it on the counter. he reaches out to me grabbing my hands.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you but you give you my word nothing will happen to you and your baby." his eyes linger on my lips

"Rise and shine darling come on let us go give you a tour of the french quarter." Klaus enters the kitchen causing me and Elijah Separating quickly.

"I don't feel like going out." I turn facing the counter taking a sip of my tea.

"Come on love there is no reason for you to be locked up like a princess. we can go for lunch after," he said with a big bright smile.

"I guess we can go after my afternoon nap," I say

It was evident that Klaus saw Y/n and Elijah getting comfortable he was feeling like he was doing something wrong that made you feel unloved. it was true though when Elijah was being friendly and caring to you. so you took whatever felt nice.

you went out with your tea to the main room where Elijah and Klaus were reading books

"You guys are nerds like hello tv exists."

"Nerd?." Elijah said in question "Im not familiar with that term."

"Brother, it means engaging or discussing a technical field obsessively, we obsessively read books," Klaus explains

"Well doesn't that make you a nerd for tv?" you giggled at how clueless.

"No silly being a nerd is when you are a knowledge geek, watching tv isn't that... unless you're on the national geographic channel," you explain

"Im familiar with that channel" he responds

Klaus was starting to feel this very weird feeling like he didn't want you near Elijah like he was jealous and he didn't know why.

you and Klaus didn't really have the best relationship the time you guys hooked up were very weird he didn't have feelings for you but he loved that you gave him.

but right now it's completely different he wants to hold you when you are in pain and tell you it is going to be fine, and god helps whoever hurt you because he will not let them go easily.

He doesn't know what is it that makes you special may be it's because you are carrying his child or he loves the way you guys are familiar with your mental scars. it's like every time he talks to you, he falls in love more.

"How about I watch one of these funny shows you like?" Elijah suggests

"Why the sudden interest?"

"I don't want you to feel alone." he closes his book placing it on the coffee table."

Klaus was going to lose it but he didn't wanna show that he is jealous you always knew he was one proud son of a bitch he couldn't admit to anything that showed emotion. Like the time you heard him say to you and the baby when he found out. but Klaus sucked it up and left you guys be.

as both, you and Elijah Were laughing in the other room Klaus was boiling with jealousy.

it was 3 pm and you were starting to feel tired so you let go and fell asleep on the couch.

Elijah turned the tv off slowly carrying your body to your room.

"Brother Im just going to take y/n to her bed then join you again."

Klaus couldn't take it anymore he stood up leaving the book in his hand probably losing the place he stopped reading in

"It's fine I'll take her she is carrying me, child, after all."

he stood taking you away from him carrying you like you weighed nothing.

he tucked you into bed and opened the AC knowing you hated sleeping in the hot weather. he closed the curtains so you can enjoy your nap without any interruption from the sun.

"Sweet dreams Angel."

...

It was almost 6 your nap was long today since you didn't sleep well at night. you Usually didn't nap but ever since you got pregnant you have always been tired.

you woke up and got dressed since Klaus was gonna take you.

the house was always quiet unless Elijah and Klaus were bickering.

you wore a short floral dress with white converse. it was the only thing that could fit you since your bump was starting to show.

you went out of your room searching for Klaus but the house was dim and very silent.

"Hello? anyone home?" you announced

"Klaus?"

you heard rustling from the house "I have a knife you don't wanna mess with me." you lied hoping the person would go.

until someone grabbed you from behind covering your mouth from screaming

God, please let it be Klaus you said to yourself.

"Shhh someone is here I need you to go to your room and stay there." Klaus whispered in your ears.

you nodded making him let go.

you ran to your room staying there. Not long after you heard crashing glass and people screaming in pain.

"I'll kill that whore and your devil child." You heard muffled yelling

"Yeah, id like to see you try to touch one hair of her head," Klausg said.

soon enough Klaus came back to your room covered in blood.

You were shivering terrified.

"My Angel are you okay?" he asked you hugging you

"Yes Im." it was a lie and he knew

"It's alright no one will hurt you not on my watch."

he garbed my face gently causing me to look at him.

"I don't feel like going out can't we just order food," I suggest

"I would love to but the scene is horrific we need to leave until I find someone to clean it." He said

his gaze was piercing through my soul. my face started to get closer to him.

"Niklaus..." i whisper

"Y/n..."

Our lips collided with passion making the both of us grip each other tightly. Klaus didn't stop even though I needed to know why. Eventually, we pulled away.

"Why?" you asked

you needed to know why he did that

"What-"

"Why did you kiss me?"

Klaus was debating whether he should say he was in love with you or he should just lie and break your heart because he isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me Nik the truth."

"I love you," he said as if it to all the power he had to say it. To Klaus having feelings is for the weak it was a lot for him to say that he loves you.

you were shocked you didn't think he would confess this easily. you were so flustered.

"Wow I didn't expect you to say it, is that why you always give death glares to Elijah you were jealo-" he interrupted you with another kiss.

"I love you too," you replied after pulling away

AN: Hello guys I hope whoever requested this likes it slay besties. All the love -Ivy