#mommy rebekah mikaelson

[fandoms--fluff]

Poly cg mikaelsons x little reader where the reader have a Phase where she's attached to her mommys boobies and always want her head on it and grabs her boobie and squish it and when one of her daddies try to get her from Rebekah she start crying and makes grabby hand at her and is like "m-mommy w-w-wan m-m-mom-mommy"

Baths and Cuddles

Flufftober, October 8th

Little female reader x Poly Mikaelsons caregivers (Rebekah and Klaus)

Warnings: none

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Rebekah has you sat in her lap as you play with some blocks in front of you on the ground. You're stacking the colorful foam blocks up and down into different structures.

Your Mommy watches you with a smile adorning her face. Though she looks up when Klaus comes into the room.

"It's time for someone to take a bath" Klaus crouches down in front of the two of you. Hearing what your Daddy says, you turn and cling onto your Mommy's cleavage.

She looks down and watches as you grasp onto the showing part of her breast as well as some of the fabric of her shirt. She places a kiss on your forehead and rubs her hands up and down your arms.

You hate bath time. You've never liked it and all your daddies and Mommy know that. Which is why they try to schedule it in the middle of the day instead of at night when you're the most crankiest.

"I know it's not your favorite, but you need to have one to keep yourself nice and clean" Your Mommy runs her fingers through your hair.

"You can come back to Mommy and play after, okay Love? Here we go" Klaus plucks you from Rebekah's lap and unclutches your hold on her. He brings you up and places you on his hip.

You fuss at him, squirming to get out of his hold. "No!" You exclaim, not wanting to have a bath or be out of your Mommy's hold. "I wanna s'ay wif Mommy. No leave. No baf" You squirm more, having him struggle to keep you secure in his arms. He doesn't want to drop you and you get hurt from the impact.

Rebekah stands up and walks over to the two of you. She places a hand on your back, trying to settle you down.

"Hey, Baby Girl. Can you please not give Daddy a hard time? All you have to do is have a quick nap. I'll be right down here waiting for you when it's finished." Your Mommy explains to you with a gentle voice.

She doesn't want you to get more upset and doesn't want to sound mean to you. You've been clingier with her for the past week. She's not sure the exact reason, but she knows you've loved sucking on her breasts and cuddling most of the time spent with her.

You look at her with with glazed over eyes, tears threatening to spill over. Then you look back and forth between your Mommy and Daddy before settling in your Daddy's chest, nodding.

"Thank you for being a good girl, Y/n/n" Rebekah says, glad that you're listening. You nod sadly but you don't want to get in trouble.

"Don't worry, Little Love. We'll make it quick" Your Daddy whispers into your hair before giving a kiss there. He carries you up the stairs and into the bathroom where the bath tub is already full and ready for your bath.

There's your bin of bath toys sitting on the ground next to the tub. "You ready, Love?" He asks while placing you down on the sink countertop. "Yes, Daddy" You sniffle, nodding.

The bath went as smooth as it could have. It was quick and only took fifteen minutes.

Once you were dressed in comfy clothing, Klaus picked you back up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. "Mommy?" You ask, looking up at him with widened eyes.

"Yeah, we can go see Mommy now" He rubs his hand in circles on your back.

He makes his way back downstairs where Rebekah is lounging on the couch with a magazine opened in her lap.

She looks up when you guys come into the space. "Is our little girl all washed up?" She places the magazine onto the coffee table.

"Yes, she was a very good girl" He bounces you side to side. You reach your arms out to your Mommy, wanting to be back in her hold.

"Yes, yes, here we go" Klaus sighs and places you into Rebekah's lap. "Well, I'm glad you behaved good for your Daddy" Your Mommy holds you close to her.

Klaus nods and walks out of the room, going back upstairs to where Elijah is in his study most likely.

You snuggle into her, nuzzling your face into her chest. You lift your hand up to her shirt and tug it down a bit. "Hm, let's get you situated, okay, Baby?" She says softly, knowing what you're asking for.

She adjusts you into a cradle position in her lap as gently as she could before pulling down her top under her bra and unclasping the opening of her nursing bra on one of her breasts.

She bought a couple nursing bras a while ago when it became clear that you loved sucking on her breasts. Now even though she can't produce her own milk, it's easier to have them instead of using regular bras.

She leads you over to her perked nipple from the cold air and have you latch onto it. After a couple seconds you start to suckle on it and close your eyes in content.

"My precious Baby Girl" she runs her knuckles gently and slowly up and down your soft cheek.

[klausysworld]

Can we please get more little Klaus with his mommy being clingy?

Little Behaviour

My fingers ran through Klaus’s curls as he slept with his head on my chest, face basically between my boobs as he breathed slowly. He nuzzled closer and mumbled in his sleep making me smile and kiss the top of his head. I glanced toward the closed curtains, a small gap allowing a steam of light into the room and over his body. His hair appeared more golden in the sunrise and I wished he would open his eyes so I could see the way the blue would shine against the light.

I shifted his face to the side, the sunlight making his plump lips appear redder and the little freckles that dusted the tops of his cheeks and nose were more visible. His lashes looked much longer and darker against his pale cheeks and my fingertip gently followed the slope of his nose and the little curve on the end making his face scrunch up and his face to hide back in-between my breasts.

I brought both hands to the back of his head, working my fingers against his scalp tenderly, moving them forward towards his hairline and around the crown of his head before being gentler around his temples. I moved them down to his ears and caressed them lightly before moving back round to the nape of his neck and repeating my actions. By the start of the third time round he was breathing much heavier against my chest, throaty moans leaving his parted lips when I rubbed certain spots.

I felt his lashes flutter against my skin as he pressed his open mouth to the valley of my breasts in a small kiss. This time when my hands went through his hair he was much more responsive and once I had finished he raised his head so his chin rest on my chest to look up at me. His lips pulled into a lazy smile and I beamed back at him.

“Good morning” he mumbled, a gruff edge to his voice.

“Did you sleep good Bunny?” I asked with a hum as I pushed his curls back, exposing his forehead and making him frown and push it back down as he nodded.

“Mmhm, did you?” He replied with a yawn and I nodded back at him. His eyes closed with eat time my hand brushed his hair back and another stretched out yawn left him. I twirled a lock of his hair, pulling it down by his eye and watching it spring back up.

“You’re so pretty” I whispered and his cheeks pinkened. He lowered his head back down to my chest making me chuckle “so adorable…like a little baby bunny” I whispered teasingly and he groaned

“Stopp” he whined, trying to his embarrassed blush against my chest so I moved against the mattress so my boobs would bounce against his face making him moan softly and muzzle between them. I laughed as his head shook side to side and he moved down lower. We both just slept naked usually, it was never worth putting the clothes on and he needed the skin on skin to calm him down.

I pulled the duvet back to watch his face pressed to them as his hands came up to grab each tit and squish himself between them. “Having fun Bun?” I hummed as his eyes looked up to mine. He growled softly making me raise a brow and get a hold of his chin, lifting his face and pushing myself up into a sitting position with him between my legs.

He kept staring at my breasts even once his head was level with mine and I chuckled again. He glanced to my eyes, his round and needy as he leaned closer, “please?” he whispered with a persuasive smile.

“You have ten minutes, then I have to go okay? I have work today and I won’t be home till later, but back for dinner, I promise.” I told him and he immediately drowned

“No” he stated stubbornly “no work, quit, stay home with me please” he nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Niklaus-“

“Bunny” he whined and I smiled

“I thought you didn’t like when I called you Bunny?” I questioned with a taunting tone and his lips pouted

“I got…accustomed to it” he flashed a grin. “Now…about this job…”

“I like my job, I have to go” I murmured and kissed his nose hoping it would be enough but his eyes only got glossier

“Please don’t leave” he whispered and I sighed softly

“Bunny…”

“I’ll do anything” he promised “I’ll leave your boobies alone” he smiled cheekily and I laughed

“Oh my boobies?” I teased and he nodded with a growing grin, his bright teeth on display.

“I’ll be good” he nods and I hum

“Perhaps I can have one sick day, just one!”

“Yes!” He whisper yelled and then frowned and glanced to my breasts “but…I don’t wanna leave them alone” he pouted and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Go on then, but you have to behave the rest of the day”

“I will, promise.” He quickly agreed before his lips were latched onto a nipple and sucking greedily making me hiss

“Nik, gently. It’s morning remember” I murmured and he slowed down, usually by the evening they were erect and ready for his desperate mouth, unless he had on in his mouth in the night then they weren’t ready for him when I first woke. The majority of our days together consisted of me trying to do everyday tasks and him seeing what positions he could get into to ensure my tit remained within his tongues reach.

His eyes locked in mine as he suckled away eagerly and his hands kneaded at my chest like a kitten would a blanket. My hand went back to the top of his head, my nails gently scratching at his scalp making his eyes roll back and close and his teeth nipped and pulled at me.

“So needy and you just woke up” I murmured and he whined.

He was always so soft in the mornings, before anything or one had ruined his mood and wound him up. It was his most submissive state unless I had managed to keep him calm later on and of course once the clothes were off and we were between the sheets he was ready to do just about anything I said. Not that I stopped him from being dominant, he had his turns but he always ended up wanting to be looked after the next time anyways, it just worked best for us and made him feel more loved. I just hoped that today he would stay relaxed and little throughout the rest of the day.

That was another thing about him. He had taken to being little. It was a recent development, despite our relationship having lasted a few years now. It began small, him accidentally calling me Mommy and me doing slightly unnecessary things for him, like helping him dress and cutting his food. Then it got more serious and he got more emotional, then the embarrassment would kick in so we did a ton of research so he knew that what he was feeling wasn’t a bad thing and that other people had our relationship dynamic too. It shocked him but comforted him at the same time, he was glad to see the world evolving.

But he was very self conscious of his little behaviour. The high display of emotions and the lack of control he seemed to have when he slipped. So he tried his best to avoid it but he also knows that I love when he’s so dependent and baby so he lets go if he can.

He seemed to know that now was a good time as he switched boobs and squeezed the other. His obsession with my breasts ran deep, his eyes were always drawn there with or without his consent. Head liked to rest on them and hands seemed to cup them whenever he could. And when he was particularly subby and small, he loved to have them in his mouth like a baby.

And I never complained, well not unless we were out in public and he was sat there squeezing one and I had to remind him of the eyes around us.

But times like this especially, I didn’t have any desire to stop him. I encouraged him with soft words of encouragement making him moan a quiet “Mommy” as he nuzzled closer.

Once he was finished and had sunk his fangs into each breast before cleaning them up and healing me, we went downstairs for brunch. I poured him his milk and cooked him his bacon and pancakes. His eyes on my tits as he tipped the milk into his mouth making me raise my brows at him but his attention wasn’t exactly on my face to acknowledge my expression. A few times now he had begged me to have squirty cream on my boobs for him to lick up during our time together.

He wasn’t very good at hiding his desires and it was easy to lure it out of him if he did try to hide them. It’s how the whole breast obsession came to terms, I had to entice him more and more until he snapped and couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one.

One small issue was now it was hard to get him off, ever. For instance, the second he finished his food, he was tugging me to the couch so he could shove his face between my boobs and moan like the needy animal he was.

My Bunny, I called him. Originally because I knew it would piss him off, being compared to something so sweet, fluffy and innocent. Then because he liked to fuck a lot, breed like bunnies, and then because it just stuck. He was my breedable, sweet little bunny. And I knew he loved it, whether he would admit to it or not. He wanted to be my baby bunny.

I smiled at the thought and messed with his curls to fluff it out. “You aren’t even watching the film” I murmured with a smile as I watched his eyes rise to mine with a mischievous glint before blunt teeth were tugging at the skin of my breast making me grunt. “Nik” I groaned and he smirked up at me. “You said you’d be good” I mumbled

“I’m needy, mommy” he whimpered

“You’re clingy” I corrected and he grinned

“Only for you”

[mrs-kmikaelson]

Braver Together

(Should've Known Better Part Two)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K

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a/n is at the end of the post.

When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.

But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.

His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.

You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.

Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.

Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.

Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.

Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.

But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.

You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.

There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.

Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.

At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”

Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.

So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.

Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.

For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.

After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug. 

Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”

He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”

All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.

Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.

You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.

He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.

Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back. 

“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”

You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.

How ironic was that?

It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.

Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.

Maybe it already did.

After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.

You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.

The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.

You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.

There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.

And it was liberating.

But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.

You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.

You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.

Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.

You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.

You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.

Kol went on, “He never has-”

This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”

“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”

You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”

“Kol-”

“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him. 

Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.

You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”

You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.

But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.

For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.

“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.

This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.

When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.

It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time. 

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.

Until it started to rain.

You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.

Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.

Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him. 

A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.

“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.

You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?

You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.

The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.

Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.

Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.

He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”

He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”

You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.

This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”

“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.

“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”

“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”

“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”

There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.

Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.

And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.

You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there. 

Or maybe you were wrong.

You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.

Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.

Was love worth it if felt like this?

You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.

So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.

This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.

Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.

You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.

Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.

“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.

“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless. 

Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted. 

You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.

A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”

Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?

Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.

He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.

Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.

And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.

Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him. 

After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.

You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.

The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.

You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.

Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol. 

The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.

You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.

You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.

You were together. 

And for now, that was more than enough.

When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.

Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.

The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.

You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around. 

Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled. 

You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.

You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband—this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.

This was wrong.

But it felt so right.

You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?

Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.

You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.

Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.

There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.

A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”

You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”

He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.

You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.

Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.

You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.

But that just made little moments like these all the more special.

After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.

Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.

You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.

So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.

Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.

But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.

And he did everything he could to give you just that. 

It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger. 

This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.

He was always brave enough for the both of you.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.

Brave enough for the both of you.

You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.

This was real.

This was real.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.

This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.

You wanted to be brave, too.

So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.” 

You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?

What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?

And you were living.

Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.

You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.

And Hope would’ve never been born.

Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.

She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them. 

For her.

You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.

The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.

You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.

It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.

Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.

You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.

He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.

Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.

So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.

The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.

It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.

Because it wasn’t real.

You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.

But he made it look real.

He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.

Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.

Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”

Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”

1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.

You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.

He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.

You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.

And he knew that, too.

“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.

“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.

So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.

Like he was getting ready to let you go.

You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.

It was time for your story to end.

You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.

“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.

But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.

You would.

You were gonna be happy with him.

And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.

But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.

Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.

Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.

“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”

You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.

She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.

But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.

“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.

“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”

She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”

It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?

What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”

Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“Always and forever, little one.”

While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.

He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.

Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.

One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.

But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.

Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.

Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.

If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.

Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.

You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.

He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.

He wanted to make those dreams come true.

“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.

He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.” 

A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.

This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.

He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.

Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.

It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?

You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”

“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.

“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”

“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”

“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”

He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”

You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”

He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”

You raised a brow. “Quiet?”

“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”

You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.

He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”

That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.

Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”

He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.

You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better. 

“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”

“Y/N-”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”

He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”

You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”

“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”

“Kol-”

He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”

A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?

You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?

You just wanted to be happy.

So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”

And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.

When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.

You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.

Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.

North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.

That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.

You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.

It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.

Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.

Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.

Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.

Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.

You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.

The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.

Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave. 

There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.

You owed it all to your bravery.

And you owed it all to Kol’s.

But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.

You were braver together.

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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!

[magicalqueennightmare]

Little Witch (Pt 5/5)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

You and Klaus find your way back to each other

Fluffy, semi spicy ending

You groaned when consciousness came rushing back to you. You tried to sit up and felt hands assisting you in the effort. When you finally opened your eyes Freya was squatted in front of the couch you'd apparently been laying on “Freya? What the hell happened?”

You ran a hand over your face and she smiled before offering a steaming mug that smelled like the chamomile concoction she usually made for you “Well considering I couldn't actually get into the cemetery from what I'm told you burnt her from the inside out”

You nodded slowly after taking a sip of the warm liquid because you remembered that much. What you didn't remember was anything that came after you collapsed and Klaus being there before you could hit the ground. You decided to test if your legs would work and a small smile slipped onto your face when they obliged and let you stand. 

Freya stood up as well before you asked “What happened after?” She smiled slightly “Nik caught you before you hit the ground but you'd depleted enough of yourself killing her, you were left in a shape similar to someone who'd been tortured. When the power burst out of you it left wounds and you were fading so he gave you his blood to heal you then we brought you back here”

You looked down and realized you were still filthy with a mixture of blood, dirt and what looked to be some form of ash covering your clothes “I need a shower” she laughed at your change of mood “Well I mean you are home. You know where everything is” you looked around and she added “He isn't here at the moment” 

You cut your eyes back at her and she shrugged “If he gets back I'll keep him down here to give you enough time to shower and change in peace” “Thank you” she nodded “I'm going to call Rebekah and let her know you're up and about but if you need anything I'll be nearby darling”  “I can't thank you enough Freya” with that you headed for the stairs.

—------------------ 

It was the first time you'd been in the room you shared with Klaus in close to three weeks. Everything was the way you'd left it, even where the comforter had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. Was Klaus not sleeping in there? 

The thought of him sleeping elsewhere made your stomach churn. If Klaus thought you guilty of infidelity had he.. no you weren't letting yourself get lost down that rabbit hole. You needed clean clothes and to shower. Freya would stall him as long as she could should he come back before you were downstairs but there was only so much she could do.

You headed for the closet to grab some jeans and a shirt. With a quick stop at the dresser for undergarments you grabbed your favorite boot as well and headed for the bathroom.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom you could hear voices drifting upstairs. From the sound of it the entirety of the Mikaelsons were downstairs save for Keelin who had stayed behind in Scotland when Freya had hopped a red eye to get back to the states.

You froze in your tracks when you heard Klaus say something. After a moment you shook yourself and headed for the stairs.

The moment you made it to the bottom of the stairs Klaus looked up and a small smile blossomed on his face. You on the other hand were conflicted about whether to approach him or not. He'd saved your life yes but he'd also not trusted you.

While you were contemplating the front door of the compound opened and the thought of anyone else was driven out of your head when you heard Hope call your name. You spun towards her voice feeling a smile work its way onto your face. You barely managed to keep your footing when the nearly five year old threw herself into your arms.

You wrapped both arms around her and felt her squeeze you as tight as she could. “Oh I missed you sweet girl” you told her and she pulled back with a broad smile “Mommy said you were sick but daddy and aunt Freya took care of you” you nodded, glancing over her head at Hayley who gave you a small smile “They sure did and you know what I am feeling so much better” 

She grinned “Good can we go to the park on Saturday?” You laughed then nodded “Of course” she squeezed you once more then wiggled out of your arms. 

Once her feet was on the floor she headed for Klaus so Hayley covered the space between the two of you to pull you into a tight hug “Never scare me like that again” she whispered into your ear and you laughed lightly “I promise”

Once she released you she all but shoved you to Elijah who pulled you into a gentle hug. “Do you realize now that you are indeed family?” He asked and you pulled back to look up at him “Always and Forever?” He smiled “Always and Forever”

—-------------

Klaus watched as Hope went around to her aunts and uncles, greeting them in the individual way she had for each of them. He also watched as you hugged Kol and told him something that had his brother laughing. 

His little witch. Alive and well and so much stronger than he had ever even known. The memory of your power surging when your wretched mother had threatened Hope flashed through his head. When he and Elijah had told Hayley she'd looked proud and commented “A mother's love is a strong thing boys. Hope just happens to have two of us that'll tear anyone apart for her” 

Rebekah had insisted on a family dinner before everyone headed back their separate ways to finish vacations. Klaus sat across from you, Hope sat between you and Hayley with Elijah on Hayley's other side and Freya on yours. He noticed you'd been sticking close to his older sister's side and her warning to him earlier in the evening flashed through his head ”She loves you Nik but that love means you have the power to hurt her worse and you did. Give her time”>

The evening was quite enjoyable actually. No one argued and laughter was plentiful but as the night dragged on Kol and Davina had to catch a flight, Hope began to tire and everyone was heading home or to leave. 

After you'd told Hope and Hayley goodnight and refreshed your promise of the park come Saturday you'd disappeared deeper into the house. 

He knew Freya needed to leave soon as well to catch her flight and considering Rebekah had not so subtly asked if you were ok being left alone with him he imagined you were with Freya.

—--------------

“He hasn't been sleeping in our room. We both know him pretty well. If he thought I slept with Elijah or even had intentions to sleep with Elijah….” You didn't even have to finish the sentence to know Freya understood. 

You were leaning against a wall in the courtyard, your jacket wrapped tight around you to block from the chill of the night air. You and Freya had slipped out while Klaus was talking to Rebekah. 

She opened her mouth then shut it again. “I can't say for certain what happened before I got here” she glanced towards the door leading out into the courtyard as if she expected Klaus to appear “Do you want me to ask him?” You shook your head quickly “Gods no. How does that look? A fairly old witch sending my hybrid boyfriend's older sister to ask if he cheated on me” 

“So I am still yours but you believe I cheated on you love?” You and Freya both flinched at his voice coming from the railing above you both. She looked at you “Do you want me to catch a later flight?” You shook your head “No it's ok”

You glanced up where Klaus stood “Meet us inside so you can tell your sister to have a good flight then we'll talk” he nodded “Of course”

You told Freya to call when she landed and watched her cab pull away before turning back to where Klaus stood just inside the doorway waiting for you. 

You took a deep breath and walked inside. The silence echoed deeply after everyone had left just you and him in the compound. A part of you wished you'd asked Hayley to sleep on Hope's floor or see if Rebekah could get you a spare room from Marcel.

You shut the door and leaned back against it “Did you cheat on me Klaus?” He laughed and you raised an eyebrow “Not really an answer” he pushed off the wall and before you could draw another breath he was in front of you “I swore loyalty to you when Hope was but a baby”

You stared up into his eyes, admiring the shade of blue they were. You'd always loved his eyes “You were so certain of my infidelity. You told me to get out, your eyes turned Klaus. For the first time I was actually afraid of you” you hated how your voice cracked at the end.

He stared at you for a second then to your surprise he backed away, giving you some space “You were afraid of me?” You nodded “You've never let your eyes change towards me. Even before we got together, when Hayley getting between us was the only reason we didn't rip each other's heads off. I love you Klaus and I knew no matter the circumstances I wouldn't hurt you like that but you wouldn't believe me”

He nodded as if he was unsure what to say. “I didn't cheat on you. I couldn't think of another woman. How can I make this up to you? How can I reprove my love?” 

You felt tears sting your eyes as you shrugged one shoulder “I don't know but I'm exhausted and can't do this tonight” he nodded “Will you at least sleep in our room? I won't disturb you I just want to know you're there” you nodded slowly “Yeah” 

Klaus had stayed true to his word. You'd changed into your pajamas and he'd told you goodnight before heading to his studio down the hall from your room. 

Hours had passed and sleep still wouldn't find you. The thought of him being so near kept you awake. You missed him, no matter the hurt you felt you missed him.

—-------

You tossed the comforter off and climbed out of the bed before opening the door and stepping out onto the walkway. You walked slowly down to his studio and started to knock him but instead you pushed the door open “Klaus?” 

He was on his feet and facing you “Yes love? Something wrong?” You nodded and before he could ask you said “You're not in there with me. I'm hurt, I'm angry but I'm also lonely and I need the man I love”

A soft smile slipped onto his lips “You've got me little witch just tell me where to go” you jerked your head back towards the hall “Come to bed”

—------------

You wanted to laugh at the fact that Klaus, the original hybrid, the man who was the nightmare to so many asked before he kicked his boots off how you wanted him to be dressed for bed.

“The less clothes the better” you replied and got one of those smiles you'd always loved from him. He slipped his shirt over his head and your eyes tracked the tattoo on his shoulder as he slipped his jeans off his hips, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers. “This how you want me?” He asked and you nodded.

—---------------

He climbed onto the bed so you moved closer and laid your head on his chest “Klaus if something happens again…” he cut you off “I'll believe you love. I almost lost you once, I'm not risking it again”

You smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. He brought his other hand up to cup your chin gently “The thought of losing you, I don't like it at all” you laughed “How do you think I felt?” A moment passed and you couldn't hold onto your anger any longer “Will you just kiss me?”

“Thought you'd never ask” he replied shifting the two of you so he was on top of you, holding his weight on one arm as he brought his lips to yours. The kiss was devouring, him claiming what was his and you pushing your insecurities from your mind as his hand drifted under the top of the shirt you wore, fingers ghosting over your bare breast.

You let a moan slip past your lips and he smiled into the kiss “Missed me little witch?” You broke the kiss to glare at him “Do the cocky thing later but for now show me you love me and that you only want me” the look in his eyes was nothing short of devilish “Just tell me what you want love” he lips found your neck and your hands went to his shoulders, digging in slightly as a low moan of his name slipped out of you “Please Klaus” he bit down just below your pulse point and you felt heat flood your stomach. You'd craved his touch for weeks. You'd missed him. 

He pulled back to look down at you and his eyes looked almost gentle before his lips crashed into yours again.

You woke up slowly feeling the soreness throughout your lower body and groaned lightly. Hybrid stamina was not to be taken lightly, even as a witch that healed fairly fast. 

You heard a chuckle and looked up to meet Klaus’ eyes as they watched you, amusement dancing in them “Are you alright love? I didn't hurt you did I?” You shook your head with a smile “Nothing I didn't ask for, repeatedly” he laughed and caught your lips in a kiss.

You could feel his hands smoothing down your back, fingers finding patterns to draw. “I love you Klaus” “I love you. Thank you for a second chance to prove that” you couldn't help the laughter that fell out of you “Did Klaus Mikaelson admit to being wrong?”

He narrowed his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips “For you my little witch? Yes I will admit I was horribly wrong” “and stubborn and dramatic and really just downright mean” his laughter rumbled his chest where you lay “all those things but somehow you still deem me worthy of your love”  “For some reason” you teased and he pulled you on top of him. 

Once you were straddling his waist you gave a tentative roll of your hips and when he grabbed your waist with a mischievous glint in his eyes you smiled innocently “We have no plans until tomorrow” he raised an eyebrow “What do you have in mind?” You rolled your hips again and saw the lust in his eyes “Sure we can think of something”

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

Kinks & Cuddles

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: comforting kol after he faces his mother's rage

tags: hurt / comfort, mentions of abuse, cuddling, mild smut, mommy kink, blood drinking / sharing

word count: ~1.6k

note: this is inspired by a michael langdon fic i read years ago. i felt the kink fit kol, too. linked on my ao3 if i can track it down. also, i’m publishing this drunk :)

“Hello, love,” Klaus greets as you enter the mansion, “I assume Rebekah’s called you for the intervention?”

You nod, “is it bad this time?”

“One of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

You purse your lips, wondering how you’ll tackle it. 

“Of course,” he continues, “we could just leave him like that. Eventually he’ll snap out of it and go on a killing spree to deal with his emotions instead.”

“No, I’ll get him better before it comes to that. It’ll be okay.”

“Alrighty then. Oh, but Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“He may be hungry. There’s bags in the fridge if you need.”

“Thank you, Klaus.”

“I’m only a phone call away if you need anything.”

After giving him a polite smile, you make your way up the stairs to Kol’s room.

Ever since you’ve started dating, you’ve become more involved in the Mikaelsons’ family business, which, unfortunately, includes their mother’s torment. It isn’t uncommon for the witch to punish them like children, no matter how old they are. Most of it is yelling, but there are times you’ve seen her be more physical, too. Elijah’s the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her, but that’s because he’s never the troublemaker. And while he can often calm her down mid-argument, sometimes, his efforts are futile. 

This is one of those times. Yesterday, Esther had gotten so angry at Kol that not even Elijah could stop her rage. You hadn’t been there, but his siblings recounted it to you. He had come back from The Mystic Grill a little drunk and the woman was furious, yelling about how he could’ve attacked someone and wouldn’t have been able to properly heal and compel the person away. Kol tried to defend that he wasn’t that drunk, but the defiance earned him a slap to the face. The boy gave up instantly, retreated to his room, and hadn’t been out since. As for their mother, she had left early in the morning, no note nor anything else. This unpredictability isn’t unusual for her, but it sure is maddening. 

After Rebekah and Klaus had searched the entire mansion for their mother and found no trace, they called you. You have become sort of like a guardian angel to the family - saving them on multiple accounts, helping them through tough situations, and comforting them after episodes with their mother. Yes, it’s Kol that you’re dating, but you love the rest of them like siblings. 

Their mother, of course, doesn’t know how close you are with the family. There’s no way she would allow it - not for someone to know the family secrets, nor for someone to love Kol the way you do. At the very least, she’d put a boundary spell around the house to prevent your entry; at the worst, she’d set out to kill you. The siblings wouldn’t put it past her. 

“Kol?” You ask gently as you reach his door. He only groans, muffled by his pillow, in response. “It’s me, baby. Can I come in?”

“Fine.”

You’re just as quiet about turning the knob and sitting beside him on the bed. “Hey, you.” You brush your finger down his cheek. “You look quite cuddly.”

He doesn’t answer, opting to bury his head deeper into the pillow. His hair rests messily against it, and his eyes are closed. Strong arms keep it in place under his head, and the way that they’re flexed shows off his back muscles, which peek out from under the blanket. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Is it okay that I sit with you?”

“Yes.”

“Mmkay, good boy.” You murmur, cuddling up beside him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

He’s quiet for a minute, then asks, “who called?”

“Bex, this time. She’s worried about you.”

“It was her last time.”

“I remember that. And it was you that called me.”

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you always come when we call?”

“Because I love you all,” you reply instantly. “You’re the family I never had. Except for you, though,” you boop his nose, “because I love you in a different way.”

“I love you, too. Hey, um… can you do that thing you were doing last time?”

“What thing?” You try to rack your brains to what you did last time you comforted your boyfriend. 

“This.” He haphazardly moved a piece of your hair as an example. 

“Ah! Yes, I certainly can.” Immediately, you reach up a hand and pull it through his hair, playing with the locks, and massaging his scalp. 

“Thank you. Feels nice.”

“Good. I’m glad. You need anything else?”

“No, just cuddles.”

“Okay.” You smile. Before you know it, you’re both fast asleep. 

◇◇◇◇

You’re not sure what woke you up, but some hours later, you’re disturbed from a deep sleep. One of your hands still rests in Kol’s hair, while the other lies under your own cheek. When you open your eyes, though, instead of him being at eye level with you, his head is ducked down to your breasts. Before you can ask anything, you sigh involuntarily as you feel your nipple being tugged between his teeth. His tongue is swirling around your breast, wetting it, and then releasing it to flop back to its sideways position. His head then dips to take it in his mouth again, repeating the process. 

As soon as you come to your senses, you try to find your words. “Kol?”

No response. 

“You okay, baby?” You run your hand back through his hair. 

This seems to wake him up, quickly. He snaps out of an apparent trance, removes his mouth, and refuses to look at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I should’ve asked. I’m sorry, mommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, there,” you hook a finger on his chin, “no apologies, you’re perfectly okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He finally looks up at you, “but I touched you without asking.”

“It’s okay, baby. In fact, I’m glad you found the comfort you needed. That’s why I’m here.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Not at all. Do you feel better?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good. Good boy.” His body shivers at the praise. “Do you need-” You stop mid-sentence. “Did you call me ‘mommy’?”

His face pales. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” His head drops back to the sheets in embarrassment, “I don’t remember.”

“Kol…”

“Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh, pumpkin, I could never hate you! Actually, I find it endearing.” He swallows hard enough that you hear it. “Did you mean it?”

His eyes narrow, “Mean it as in…?”

“As like… was that a slip of the tongue, or was it something you’ve wanted to say?”

“I…I…”

“It’s okay, Kol.”

“I meant it.” He wets his lips. “I just… every time you come help me after mother yells at me, you make me feel safe. Like how a mother should. I don’t know why exactly it makes me want to call you that, but… it does.”

You tilt his chin back up again, and this time he obeys, “to make you feel safe and to love you are all I want to do, Kol. And yes, those are jobs your mother should be fulfilling, too, but if she won’t, I’ll gladly take on both roles.”

“Wait, really? It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. And you already know I love it when you suck on my breasts, baby. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you…”

“You can say it.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course,” you kiss his head, “mommy loves you. She’s here to take care of you. And, speaking of, are you hungry?”

Before he can answer, his grumbling stomach gives him away. 

“Ah, so it seems.”

“I don’t want to go downstairs, yet. Please don’t make me.”

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you do anything, baby. I know what it’s like to be in that kind of headspace, and you really shouldn’t go down there until you’re out of it. Not only do I need to take care of you now, but I have first-hand felt the embarrassment of being in public while in a special headspace, and I don’t want you to go through that, okay? No, we’re gonna stay right here.”

He blinks up at you, wanting to cry at how thankful he is for your understanding, yet having no words to say about it. You catch onto this and kiss his forehead. 

“Alright, baby, you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Mmkay, I want you to feed on me, okay?”

“Wait - no, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Kol. I trust you.”

“But-”

“You need to eat, Kol. And I’m not leaving you, nor letting you go down there. Now, come on.” You lift your wrist to his lips. 

Slowly, he drags his teeth along your skin, still hesitant. 

“Feed, sweetheart.”

He takes a deep breath, then finally pierces his fangs into your skin. You gasp at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head. 

“Good boy, keep going. Keep going.” You play with your hair as you encourage him. “Mommy’s got you. She trusts you.”

After about a minute, the color returns to his face, and he drinks with more confidence. Then, he stops, and immediately bites his own wrist to bring to your lips. You take it, watch your wound heal, and smile up at him. 

“Do you feel better?”

“A lot better. Thank you, Y/N, for the blood. And for comforting me. And for loving me. And for, y’know, not making fun of me.”

“I would never make fun of you. Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Do you need anything else?”

“More cuddles?”

“I’d love to.”

[lovely-des]

Being the daughter of Bonnie & Klaus includes

(Age: Newborn - 5)

You're a Tribrid just like your big sister, Hope

You're a year younger than Hope

Your first word was incendia, Klaus was proud, but Bonnie, not so much since you set the couch on fire

You learned magic from your mom, Freya, and Davina

You're a mommy's girl more than anything

You're sweet and kind like a Bennet when happy, but when mad you are ruthless and colded hearted like a Mikaelson

You are equal parts your mother and father

Your favorite word in incendia or motus

You grow up with your mom, Hayley, and Hope

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(Age: 6 - 17)

For the first time since you were 1, you met your father, aunties, and uncle

Since you didn't like painting, you and Klaus bonded over him tell you everything you need to know about being a werewolf and vampire from his point of view

You moved back to New Orleans to be closer to family

Your mom enrolled you into the salvatore boarding school where your aunt Caroline is the headmistress when you were 6

You started making your own grimoire

You become close with Lizzie & Josie

You and Hope practically teach each other

You spent most of your time with your mom, Freya, Davina, doing magic

When you were 13, you activated your werewolf side

You and Hope made a promise to become fully activated Tribrids together

Your favorite aunt is Rebekah, and your favorite uncle is Elijah

At 14, you experienced the death of Hayley, who was a second mother to you

Still at 14, you experienced the death of your father

You and Hope grew apart from each other after your father died

You and Hope are distant from each other for 4 years

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(18-now)

Lizzie tries to convince you to talk to Hope "Oh come on, Y/n, you need to talk to Hope. We both know you miss her, she's your sister"

After talking with Lizzie, you decided to talk to Hope and walk in her room to see her painting. "Nice painting big sister of mine. "Thank you, little sister of mine".

You and Hope quickly rebuild y'all relationship

You and Hope decided to become fully activated Tribrids "Hope, we need to do this before more people get here" "I know, I'll call aunt Freya and Bonnie"

Aunt Freya and your mom arrived with Rebekah, Davina, Kol, Keelin, and Marcel

You and Hope died laying in bed holding hands

Hours later, y'all woke up first and completed your transition

[countrymusiclover]

57 - They Grow Up Too Fast

Part 58

Family is More than Blood

@melvia-ito @vavafaure1994 @kmc1989 @tallrock35

All the Mikaelson / Lane kids are now portrayed by the actors on the sequel cover 😁

Five years ago

Entering the main lodge room of the boarding school I felt the stiffening in my shoulders walking towards the podium in the center of the room. The decision I made today would change the course of this school for the rest of its lives. Stepping up in front of the podium I didn’t take my gaze off of my husband who was standing in the back corner of the room near the window. “Good morning, everyone. I know it’s been quite some time before you all have seen me around here and I will report that I am back to my old self. And I have an announcement that deals with the school’s current system in place.”

“Mom, where exactly are Alina and Jackson?” Hope raised her hand sitting beside Missy on the first row with the Saltzman twins.

Tapping my fingers on the podium I paused. “I was informed that your sister and her husband decided to take young Xavier to New Orleans to clear her head for a while.”

“Is it because of all the villain attacks, mommy?” Henrik asked, swinging his legs back and forth.

Nodding my head slowly, yes I placed my hands down on the podium hoping this speech goes well. “Particularly yes that was one of the reasons she mentioned. But y’all don’t need to worry as we haven’t had any attacks as of recently and I intend to keep it that way.”

“So what’s the new system then?” Missy piped into the group conversation.

“It seems in the best interest of you all that we go back to where all the stress of keeping the world safe from these monsters should fall on the headmaster's shoulders. So I have decided that some of you should spend the next year attending Mystic Falls High and get the experience of being somehat human for a change.” I heard muttering coming from the crowd of young students sitting before me. “Now I know that y’all might have objections to this but I assure you this will only be willing participants.”

Missy rose along with Josie and MG. “We’ll go.”

“Okay anyone else?”

The shut double doors opened and everyone turned their heads seeing the familiar face of Andrea. “I’ll go too when I turn 15 of course.” I parted my mouth open not expecting her to be here considering my brother and Hayley had also left the school for safety and other reasons.

“Then it’s settled these four will be the first run and if they are successful some more of you may join in. If you decide being human isn’t for you this school shall always be here for you.” Klaus vamped up to the podium standing by my side.

Footsteps ran into the room standing in the doorway glaring at my husband and I. “We need to talk now, privately.” Alaric left the room before we vamped into the main office that we heard him walk into.

“What do you want to talk about, Ric. We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” I asked moving to stand a few feet away from him.

He huffed, dropping his shoulders. “What were you thinking about sending some of the kids to Mystic High to pretend to be human? The reason we built this place was to protect them from the judgments of the humans in this town.”

“The monster attacks have put too much pressure on these kids. They need to just be kids again and the only way I see that happening is if they pose as humans.”

Klaus entered the conversation. “It’s been years ago, mate. But Caroline, Elena, Stefan, my wife and even Rebekah did your best to pose as humans when they attended that school. I also remember you pretending to be a human professor at a college when you met your wife from what you told my wife.”

“It’s too dangerous. This is a safe place for them.” Alaric snapped back at us.

Running my hands down my face I groaned. “We wouldn’t be kicking them out forever. They all would still be living here. But this gives them a chance to be somewhat normal and just be kids for once in their lives. Some of us never got that chance, this is what we should give to our children.”

Klaus crossed his arms over his chest. “Alaric, you know my wife has a valid point. These kids are supposed to be better. This is how they'll learn like we did.”

“Ric, please just give me a chance. You look after the ones at Mystic High and I'll look after the ones here.” I gave him a begging look where his eyes finally met mine and he did finally cave under the stare agreeing with me.

Walking up the stairs to the Saltzman girls bedroom I was hoping Lizzie would be there since I needed to talk with her about Alina. She was the only person she would contact, so she's basically my inside woman if you will. Opening the door I peaked my head inside seeing her sitting on the edge of her bed. “Have you heard anything from her recently?”

“Sorry Auntie Rae but I've got nothing. I'm assuming it's because she's busy with her hairy breatheron pack.”

I sighed sitting down on the foot of Josie's bed. “I never thought any of my kids would just stop talking to me or even my twin brother for that matter.”

“We just have to hope that one day the people we love will come back to us once they realize the huge mistake of cutting us out had on their lives.” She piped up and I knew she was referring to Josie still attending Mystic High with the others.

Alaric still had his principal job there so he could keep an eye on the group of kids we had sent over there. “We'll just have to keep up hope for that to happen - Henrik!” Whipping my head around to the door that got busted open I saw my oldest son coming in all frantically.

“Mom, it's Charming and Rapunzel. They're sliding down the staircases again.” He said in a huff, running a hand through his tousled curls that made him resemble so much of his father.

I raised a brow figuring he had more to say otherwise he wouldn't have come in here. “They'll be fine, baby. You and your sisters used to do that all the time when you were younger. So what’s really going on?”

“I know what this is really about.” Lizzie smirked in my direction. “Well aren’t you going to tell her?”

He shakes his head in defense. “No, I don't really want to.”

“She’s your mother. She'll find out eventually, might as well tell her now. Little wolf boy.”

Making a confused expression towards the siphon witch I looked back at my son. “Henrik, sweet boy you can tell me anything, remember. But if you're not comfortable that's fine too.”

“It's about a girl, mom. I want to ask her out. And - and she goes here.” Henrik's face turned red with embarrassment but he had a small smile on his face.

My mouth fell open in shock not expecting that response from him. “Klaus! I think we need to have the talk now.” I called his name knowing he'd hear me wherever he was. We'd have to realize that our younger children were growing up.

[honeybear-yammy]

Yammy's 1k Followers Celebration

I finally hit 1k followers again on my new blog! I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to release my 1k followers celebration event, I've just been really unmotivated recently. Thank you all so, so much for getting me to 1k followers. I would not have got this far if it was not for all of you. So, since I have been a little unmotivated and have had writers block recently, there isn't going to be as much prompts for this one because I don't think I will be able to have a lot of prompts because of that.

I will have smut and fluff prompts for my 1k followers event and I will put the rules for this event down below.

Event Start: Sunday, March 21st 2023

Event End: Sunday, March 26th 2023

Rules

I ask that everyone please follows these rules if you are going to participate in my 1k followers event.

You can only select from the characters that are listed on this post. I a character or fandom is not posted then I'm most likely not writing for them for this event but, you can still ask if you're curious.

Please only do one prompt per request because, since I have writers block I find it much harder to write for multiple prompts in one fic but, eventually I'll be back to doing more than one prompt in a fic.

Also some people do this anonamysly but, please don't spam me multiple requests whether its anon or not. It's very overwhelming and a little annoying. You can of course request more than one but, please no spam.

If I write a fic too short, please don't come at me for it. It just depends on how much of an idea I have for the fic for how long it's going to be and when fic requests aren't that detailed it makes it a little harder for me to write a long one so, I just don't know what lengths each fic is going to be until after I write it.

Please just follow these rules 💗💗

Fandoms/Characters

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

Kiara Carrera

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Cleo

Outer Banks Cast

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Drew Starkey

Austin North

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Marcel Gerard

Hayley Marshall

Euphoria

Rue Bennett

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Nate Jacobs

Fezco

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Smut Prompts

“You look so hot in my clothes.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me.”

“Please just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll fuck you just how you like it.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours.”

“Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?”

“God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“I see you’ve started without me.”

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

“This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

“You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Fluff Prompts

“You look so cute with your baby bump!”

“You look beautiful in anything.”

“May I have this dance?”

“Do you think it’s possible that I… might be… pregnant?”

“Thank you for making me a mommy.” “Thank you for making me a daddy.”

 “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

 "I’ll keep you warm.”

“Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

 “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“You give my butterflies.”

“Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

So I picked 30 prompts, 15 for both fluff and smut since that is all I feel like I can do at the moment. I look forward to seeing all of your requests and again I just wanted to say thank you for getting me to 1k again. Requests for the event will be opened for one week from now until next Sunday but, yeah lmao.

Tagging People Below

@pankhoeforlife @strokesofstokes @samxslaughter @drewbooooo @cecespeach @blueicequeen19 @gillybear17 @lovedetlost

[caitlinmarie671]

“No!!” Phoebe whined. “We don’t want to go to sleep yet mommy!” “We’re not tired!” Alexander said. Quinn couldn’t help shake her head with a small laugh at the two children who were staring at her with those big adorable eyes. Their arms crossed around their chests in a firm disappointed manner. “Alright.” Quinn said giving in. “You don’t have to go to bed yet, but how about the two of you join Henry and I on the couch for a snuggle.” “Will you tell us a story mama?!” “Alright Pheebs mommy will tell you a story but you have to get on that couch right now.” She told the two children who immediately climbed onto the couch as Quinn sat down in the middle of all the children. Emilia, Elijah, Kol, Marcel, Rebekah, and Freya all walked into the living room. “Isn’t it a little past your bedtime.” Elijah asked. Quinn convinced her best friend and Elijah, Rebekah and Marcel all to go out together on a double date since it’s been a while since they all had some time together and Quinn loved watching Alexander and his cousin loved being able to spend time with him so it was really no issue at all. Plus Klaus was in New Orleans so it all worked out. “Oh come on Elijah. You know it’s impossible to resist these cute little faces.” “Auntie Quinn is going to tell us a story mommy!” Alexander excitedly moving to go greet his parents. Elijah can’t help but agree with Quinn as Emilia’s and his son came over to him, and he immediately lifted his son into his arms and kissed his head. “I take it you had a good time with your cousins and auntie Quinn?” “It was so fun!” “Good.” Elijah smiled. “Mommy! We want to hear the story know!” Phoebe said impatiently to her mother rocking back and fourth on the couch. “Alright alright. Which story do you want? Cinderella, Aladdin?”-“We want a story about daddy and you! Right Henry?!” Phoebe asked her brother who was curled up in his mothers arms as he nodded. “Yes! Please auntie Quinn?! Tell us a story about Uncle Klausy and you!?” Alexander head resting against his fathers chest. Elijah had sat down on a chair, grabbing Emilia’s hand and pulling her down in his lap, holding both the lives of his life against him. Marcel and Rebekah were sitting on another chair, cuddled up close together while Kol and Freya stayed standing. “Yes. We’re all in the mood for a story and you’re one of the best storytellers we know Quinn.” Marcel said and Quinn smiled at him appreciatively. She thought for a moment before looking at all three of the children. “Alright. This is the story of the hybrid and the witch. It started when the hybrid came into her little town on a mission and the witch agreed to help him to keep her friends safe but the more time they spent together with the witch helping him, the more they both knew it was something much more.” Quinn said, referring to when Klaus first came to town for Elena so he could complete his ritual and become the first ever hybrid. “And one day when the hybrid had screwed up…yet again.” Quinn couldn’t help but look at all the siblings, and her best friend as they all gave the same look, knowing how Klaus could be. Quinn then continued on with the story. *Flashback. Quinn was just returning home from a long brutal cheerleading practice. It had been a week since Klaus killed Jenna and Quinn was so angry at him, even hurt, especially because he promised her nobody she cared about was going to get hurt or die and he broke that promise. At least however Jenna had Stefan to help her adjust to being a vampire and that Jenna had moved into the boarding house temporarily for now until she could learn to control her blood lust. Elena and Jermey had already lost enough. They didn’t deserve to lose any more. Quinn as she approached her home was quite surprised to see Klaus Mikaelson standing on the sidewalk of her home, throwing pebbles at her bedroom window. Well, actually at her fathers bedroom window. “You trying to wake my father? That’s his room.” Quinn said, pausing from walking for a moment before continuing up her sidewalk. “Wait? Quinn?” Klaus said as he sped in front of her

[fandoms--fluff]

Poly cg mikaelsons x little reader where the reader where she is in babyspace and everytime they pick her up she start to suck on their neck or tshirt and always grab mommy Rebekahs boobies 😻

Their Baby

Flufftober, October 16th

Little female reader x Mikaelson siblings

Warnings: none

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Klaus walks into the library where you and Kol are building towers with building blocks on the ground. "Hey, little one" Klaus kisses the top of your head.

"Hi Dada" you look up at him, before getting distracted by the blocks again.

"Kol, can I talk to you for a moment" Klaus states more than asks. Kol, knowing there's no getting out of it, reluctantly sighs and nods. He stands up and follows his older brother out of the room.

You continue playing with the blocks. You look up when Elijah comes into the room. He crouches down next to you. "What are you building, Darling?" He places a hand on your back.

"A tower" You look up at him. "An' it 'one" You say, a smile lighting your face up. You raise your arms up. Elijah chuckles, lifting you into his arms.

He places you on his hip and has his arms secured around you. You nuzzle your head in his shoulder, rubbing your cheek against his suit jacket. He walks to one of the bookshelves and picks out a book with a faded green cover and light gold leafing on the edges.

While he reads the book, you start to suck on the collar of his jacket.

Elijah looks down, hearing the small suckling sounds. He smiles and places a kiss on your forehead before resuming his book.

They've tried any times, getting you to suck on pacifiers and chew necklaces, but you never kept them in your mouth. Rather sucking on their clothing or their necks, and Rebekah’s chest they've noticed. They just go along with it now, given up on getting you to accept other things.

Rebekah picks you up out of the bed after you've taken a nap. "Hey baby girl."

"Mama" You mumble, nuzzling your head into her chest. You bring your hand up to your face, press them against your cheekbones. Your hands are cold, and fast warm, so it cools your face off.

As Rebekah rocks you in her arms, you slowly inch your hands down to her breasts. Your Mama looks down and softly smiles, feeling your hands finally grip onto her breasts. This is one of the many reasons she loves having you in her arms. You're always cuddly, and basically use her boobs as a pillow or pacifier basically.

"Mine" you mumble against her soft skin. You nuzzle your face into the swell of her breasts. "Alright baby girl" she kisses your cheek multiple times.

[klausysworld]

What about Little Klaus regressed and clingy to his mommy in front of his siblings, and his siblings are shocked or surprised?

Please mommy

Klaus had been craving his mommy for days. He had been made to wait days to be little with her. His siblings were always home and there was always another problem that he was involved in one way or another.

So the second y/n walked into the house he was running down the stairs. Kol was shoved and dropped a dozen blood bags, Elijah’s books were kicked off the table as he scrambled across the room and jumped over the furniture and Rebekah burned herself on hir straightener after being startled by the sudden crashing sounds.

None of them were expecting for him to nearly rip the door of it’s hinges and reveal a girl women. And they certainly weren’t expecting him to wrap his arms around her torso with his face in her neck as she stroked his hair

“Oh pup, did you miss me?” She asked softly as he nuzzled her

“I need you” he whispered and she nodded kissing the top of his head

“I know Nik, I know” she murmured and he whined.

Kol’s jaw was on the floor.

Elijah was just utterly stunned.

Rebekah had the worlds biggest grin on her face.

“Hello” she called making her way over to the couple “I’m Rebekah, Niks brother, you must be y/n” she said with a smile, she had seen a sketch of her in Klaus’ art book with her name written on the bottom.

Y/n smiled in return as Klaus remained clung to her, and shook Rebekah’s hand politely

“It’s nice to meet you Rebekah”

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That was the first time they met her and they all knew. Niklaus was her little hybrid.

She often took him out of the room fairly quickly when he got little but there was the rare occasion that they saw him in his little space and each of them learnt to ‘shut their fucking mouths’ after y/n gave them a firm yelling when Kol made a comment to Nik about him being weak and vulnerable.

So now it was almost normal to see him curled up to her.

But then he called her something they hadn’t heard him say before. Nik had always called her y/n in front of them. He didn’t like calling her something so special infront of everyone, it a private thing for them.

But he had woken up in her arms on the sofa and hadn’t gotten out of little space all day and he was desperate to put his head under her top.

She had managed to keep him quiet all day, despite his begging to have her breasts in his mouth “please mommy, please I’m a good boy I promise” he would whisper… “I know pet, I know but we’re with your family today” she told him and he whined “upstairs please” he whimpered and she breathed a laugh “we can go upstairs later, after dinner, watch the film Kol chose now” ….. “I don’t like it” ….. “we watched your one didn’t we?”

And when he started being bratty and purposely ripping up pages in his art book and throwing the paper everywhere she smacked his wrist.

Kol sunk in his seat and Elijah cleared his throat

“Niklaus, upstairs now” she yelled and his face dropped, the colour draining as he shook his head and laid back down

“Niklaus!” She repeated

“No mommy I’m sorry” he cried as he clung to her tightly. She refused to hug him back and after much begging on his behalf and a very deathly stare from her, he eventually dragged himself upstairs.

None of the siblings said a word as she forced him up the stairs, tugging the collar of his shirt as he whimpered his ‘no mommy please’ over and over.

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The siblings found it off to begin with but something about seeing Klaus is such a safe and enjoyable relationship with someone who would never hurt him. Someone who brought back his innocence and preserved it. They loved her, she protected him in ways they didn’t even know he needed and she loved him unconditionally and yet still put him in his place with just a look.

[fearthhereaper]

Finally finished my The Originals rewatch and I have a few thoughts that I didn't have the first time I watched it, back when it was airing.

Klaus's character assassination in TO has been a well-known fact for years now so nothing new in that area. Klaus was my favorite character during my TVDU fangirl era even in spite of it all. He was by far the most interesting character to me, but I have to say that during the rewatch I found myself enjoying Elijah and his complexity to the point where Klaus and his constant over the top theatrics bored me at certain points. The baby plot was stupid, but then again I always thought that, and the only good thing it gave me was Hayley Marshall and Klayley.

Klayley was...as beautiful, as interesting, as iconic as ever. Truly one of my biggest ships of all time, by far the best dynamic in the show imo....but I have to say, as an ex-Haylijah hater, they ate sometimes. Chemistry wise - they're really good. The story is still weird to me but the chemistry really sold most of their scenes this time around. I don't necessarily ship them, because I still think Elijah's feelings exist due to wrong reasons but I can see Hayley's side of it very clearly and I don't dislike it nearly as much as I had the first time around. They really pulled me in during certain scenes, so that was interesting and new.

Marbekah was always a fine ship that didn't really do it for me but now....damn do I hate it. It's so painful to watch and I genuinely don't believe those two love each other enough to pull all the shit they did. I don't believe that she groomed him, at least not intentionally, so it's not even the usual issue of her watching him grow up that's putting me off, it's just the fact that they truly didn't need to do all that because the Epic Love™ feeling they were going for was just not present.

Camille's storyline in s1 was legit so good, it didn't feel like she existed purely as Klaus's love interest. Her storyline in that season was so interesting and one of my favorites from the whole show. S2!Cami, she existed a bit more for Klaus, and I don't even want to mention s3!Cami that was turned into a vampire for no reason only to be killed off for no reason, in both cases when she was finally getting a new (probably very interesting) storyline. I didn't like the whole "I have darkness in me thing" but her storyline in s1 left such a good impression on me that I felt genuinely robbed by her premature death. (but then again the whole show sucked after s3 so maybe her character dodged a bullet)

Freya could've been a Klaus 2.0, instead we got a family therapist older sister whose job was to cast spells and make speeches about her family. S2!dark!Freya is who Freya should've been and stayed and there should've been far more tension between her and Klaus. She adapted way to quickly to having so many siblings, she was somehow the wiser older sister despite living ten years to her siblings' thousand. A shame that the creators for some reason hated dark characters, they made all Mikaelsons far too soft. She can be morally dubious and still love her family bffr.

I felt much more sympathy for Finn and his situation. His very understandable hatred for all Mikaelsons except Freya and his mother. He had every right to try to off them all, sorry.

And to finish it off with Rebekah Mikaelson who suffered the same character assassination that her brother did because who the fuck is TO! Rebekah. As far as I'm concerned TVDs3!Rebekah is the only Rebekah that is in character. From the random maturity she gained in all of three months between TVD and TO, to the painful motherhood woes, i-wish-i-was-human woes, her character became a completely different and frankly...a very boring person. Suddenly she's the one keeping Klaus and Elijah out of trouble.... Rebekah???? REBEKAH??? is keeping Elijah out of trouble....went from living a thousand years as their spoiled baby sister to I'm suddenly the mommy keeping the order of the playhouse.

[niphuial]

"Sorry Mommy," Elias mumbled, stirring his oatmeal. "Is Uncle Elijah upset?"

"They are half werewolf though," Finn remarked, taking a bite of his own breakfast. "And Nature so does love it's loopholes." The oldest Mikaelson added, looking thoughtful. "Added on that they well...can't seem to get enough of each other....and well." He shrugged, taking a drink of his tea. "I'm sure Elijah is just stressed and sorting everything out. Katerina did kill Mikael yesterday. That's probably not helping with his codependency."

Rebekah snorted, rocking the mildly upset babe in her arms. "Doesn't help he seems to be great at pissing both Katerina and Lucian off at the same time."

this would be fun to watch

[killerforklaus]

submissive and breedable for the whole mikaelson family

[mikaelsonstanaccount]

Another unpopular opinion: Klaus was a villain most def but I've come to notice how often Elijah and Rebekah would start something with Klaus and when he retaliates, he's the one in the wrong. As much as I love all of the Mikaelson's (esp Elijah and Rebekah. They are my stink stinks) they have a habit of poking the bear and then when he attacks. He's wrong. I know they have a tricky history but and I'm not at all saying Klaus is an angel but as much as they tell him to let shit go and forget...they never do the same thing themselves.

[selfawarejester]

The cover art for the Wattpad Lucifer x The Originals, Seven Devils. Premise below.

Lucifer Morningstar. The baddest baddie on his side of the magic spectrum. When he meets Detectives Decker and Mikaelson, and decides to work with them, he doesn't ever imagine what Isabelle could turn out to be.

-or-

When The Devil and the middle Mikaelson sister met.

(post S3 of The Originals, S1 of Lucifer)