#niklaus imagines

[aklaustaleteller]

heyy how are you! i have this idea that wont leave my head, the reader is scared of love and runs away from it and keeps pushing anyone that tries anything away, but klaus does everything to prove to her that his intentions are pure, and after he does with a little while, she find out about him being a hybrid (maybe she gets really scared) and he has to grovel his way into her life

Mendable Inside Your Ribs

Y/n, all her life, had reached for love and then felt her white-knuckled dying grip on it slip. Then suddenly, Klaus comes in her life looking like the light at the end of the tunnel – and maybe, just maybe, their monsters have more in common than they originally thought.

Warnings - Mentions of animalistic urges, monstrosity, blood, wounds and bruises but it's all in a metamorphic manner (well, except for the blood)

Word Count - 3.2k

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Finally, Anon, I'm posting your request! I'm so sorry I took so long, but I truly hope that you find the wait worth it once you're done reading this! I could've written this in an entirely different and simpler manner, but I was already half-way through it already written it in a poetic/metamorphic way, so I hope you guys still enjoy it for I am quite proud <3 Please do tell me if you do!

Y/n, all her life, had reached for love and then felt her white-knuckled dying grip on it slip. So many times had it happened that now she was found sat with her hair tangled, dried blood and dirt on her face and inside her nails with crooked teeth, clawing at her own skin sitting in a corner, rocking herself back and forth to comfort herself as she saw love creeping towards her with a smile so sinister that it could make shivers run down the devil’s spine. 

From her parents shaming her for wanting something so simple as love, to her romantic partners who’d always stumble a couple steps back upon realising just how hungry she was for love – how animalistic she could get just for an ounce of it. 

All of it turned her into a person as cold as a tombstone standing over a dead person’s grave, unfeeling and unmoving.

But when she would feel, it felt like her own heart was pushing her head under the water, holding her in there until she had only one more breath left in her. It made her want to snarl and to hiss, to bite and to claw at the person who made her heart leap out of her chest. 

Which would then make her turn and run the other way as fast as her feet could carry her, back to the corner where she belonged. Sometimes she would raise her head and look at the walls inside of her, reading the numbers she had madly tally-marked on them to keep track of just how many days she had kept herself chained there. And somewhere along the passing time, she’d begun defeatedly losing count.

Yet as she sat in that very corner and raised her head this time, she saw something bright. Almost like a light at the end of the tunnel. So she’d gotten forward on her hands and moved on her knees, curiosity pulling her forward until she reached the border which she’d have to cross to get to the other side. 

And that’s when she saw him standing there – Klaus Mikaelson. Smiling down upon her like she was the cutest lamb he’d ever come across, instead of falling backwards because he actually saw the love-hungry animal that she was. 

So, she had taken it upon herself to back off, and ran away from him. But horror crept over her and held her tight when she saw that he had followed her back inside, back to her corner where she resided. 

“Love,” she heard him whisper as he brought his open hands in front of him, wanting her to place her own calloused ones in them and come with him. 

But she never did, always turning away with a growl so that he’d leave. But every time she’d look his way to check if he’d finally left, she’d find him still standing there, with that same smile and those same open arms. 

“Go away, Klaus,” she said coldly, looking away so her dead eyes wouldn’t have to witness hurt flash through his starry eyes. 

He wanted nothing more than for her to see herself the way he saw her. Wanted for her to know that he was the one who’s undeserving of her love, actually. He was the animal here, not her.

But she profusely denied all of his pleas and begs, holding herself strictly uptight so that she wouldn’t fall into pieces upon him and crush him under the weight of all her grief, anger and tragedy. 

He just couldn't seem to get through to her, no matter how hard he tried. So he just decided to remain persistent, and show her how truly pure his intentions are via small acts. Like buying her gifts that he knew would matter to her, such as those small plants that never grow, or random postcards that he knew she put up on her walls, or books that he’d annotated for her to get her to take a glimpse into the way he saw her.

But sometimes, those acts got rather intimate. Like that time he brushed her hair for her for a week long when she had broken her wrist, or that night when he took her feet in his lap to massage them gently after she’d given her best performance on stage. Hell he’d even gone as far as to cook for her on especially hard nights so that he could feed her his love. 

And maybe he was just growing delusional now, but he was beginning to feel like she was taking down her walls around him brick by brick. She no longer glared at him with those ice cold eyes when he would enter into a close proximity to her, nor did she sneer at him to go away. 

Instead, he saw her eyes grow a little wider when he’d enter the same room as her, the dead stare tucking itself away for other people as some life took a dive in her eyes. And he heard a lullaby in her voice when she’d greet him back, her body turned towards him and eyes on him to give him all of her attention.

That’s how he knew that he had brought her away from that corner and back to the very border, again. And he also knew that he now had to tread carefully so that she wouldn’t go back, tumbling away from him. 

And Klaus didn’t know if the Salvatore brothers telling her all about the supernatural world, about who The Klaus Mikaelson was, was his fault or not. 

But what he did blame himself for, was for lowering his guard when he’d brought her just one step away from crossing the border and loosened his grip on her because the moment she was told about his past, not only did she go fumbling back but she also left crescent moons dug in his shoulders from when she’d been shaking him, sobbing loudly and crying out for him to tell her that all of it wasn’t true.

But Klaus couldn’t lie to her, so he’d stood frozen with tears spilling from his eyes as she ran back to her corner, tally-marking another day after so long that her eyes had taken a moment to adjust to the darkness that surrounded her again, this time, more like an evilly laughing capturer instead of holding her in it’s arms like a pitiful mother. 

Y/n awoke this morning with her eyes puffed up, it happened every time she went to sleep exhausted out of her mind. And as the flashes of last night began reeling through her mind again, her eyes grew moist and her vision grew blurry while she climbed down the stairs to go into the kitchen. 

Grabbing a glass of water she chugged it down, leaning over the sink and mumbling to herself that everything was fine, that she was fine. Her eyes remained shut but tears slipped out regardless, sniffling sounds echoing through her house as she tried not to retain any of the information that had been dumped on her. 

“He’s a …hybrid,” Stefan had said, looking at her through his lashes like he was talking to a child about how tooth fairies aren’t real.  

“And what’s that?” She asked, a feeling in her gut telling her that it was, in no way, a sweet creature. 

“He’s half vampire, and half werewolf,” Damon finished saying behind her. 

Breath was knocked out of her lungs at that. She’d always had her suspicions about some certain people surrounding her, like Stefan and Damon themselves, but never once had she felt anything remotely scary when Klaus would stand in front of her. 

Perhaps it was because of his big starry eyes, and those unruly blonde curls that he kept trimmed for some reason. Or those dimples that would shy away from her gaze and that mouth which would always stretch into a smile upon her sight. Or, those hands that held her so gingerly, and those feet that held the weight of her body as he carried her home. 

And maybe it was the fact that he’d never once told her about this himself, that hurt the worse. He had lied to her, or kept the truth from her, dare she say to defend his honour. But it felt like a punch square in the chest when she learned about the blood that stained his hands, his clothes, his face and his mouth. 

Despite that horrifying revelation, she had run straight to his home and shouted at him to come outside. And the moment he had, she was pushing and shoving at him, putting her hands on his shoulders and shaking him, crying – “tell me they are lying! Tell me that you aren’t what they say you are, that you have no blood on your hands!” 

“Tell me!” She had broken down, resting her head on his chest as she let out the sobs. 

“Tell me this wasn’t your intention!” She shook him again and Klaus had opened his mouth to agree with her, but she had fallen to her knees then, looking up at him with tears staining her cheeks and blood swirling in her eyes. 

“Please don’t take me home,” she had told him despite the hot tears streaming down her face and fog settling in her mind. “I can never go home now,” she whispered, scared. 

Home was something that was supposed to be a constant in one's life, that one returned to every single day. And there hadn’t been anything like that for her until Klaus. And now that the shelter of his frame had been uprooted and thrown away, cold rain scraped at her skin all over again as she scrambled around to find her corner to go back to. 

She didn’t want that corner to be her home but time and time again, it was proven to her that it was – whether she liked that or not. 

Taking deep breaths to gather herself, Y/n went back up to her room to get ready for the day – knowing that all she was going to do was read and write and water her dying plants and maybe bake some biscuits that she was never going to get Klaus to taste now. 

And just as she came back to make her first cup of tea, she heard a hissing sound and turned to see a paper that had been folded into half. It had been slipped in through the crack underneath the door. 

She picked it up and opened it, immediately recognising Klaus’ handwriting. 

Y/n,

I know I’ve wounded you deeply by keeping who I truly am from you. But spending so much time with you, I’d somehow mistaken myself to be just the Klaus Mikaelson that you saw. I'm the one who’s wrong at that part, forgive me for it. I never meant to lie to you, perhaps, I was waiting for the right time. But it’s never the right time, is it? I’ve learned that now. 

And while I’m sure the brothers told you enough, I’d still like to introduce myself to you all over again. This time, by laying all my defences down. I should’ve said it then and there, but something came over me and I couldn’t form words. But I hope you’d believe me when I tell you that hurting you was not my intention – it’s something far far away from what I truly do intend. 

My family is hosting a traditional ball tonight. Please save this sick lover of yours a dance. And, you need not fret for I have brought you a dress, come outside? 

Yours truly,

Klaus

A deep weight rested itself on top of Y/n’s chest as she slowly walked towards her door, and opened it. She’d been expecting to see Klaus, but instead there was a box on her porch with a silk bow resting on top of it. She sat down and brought it to her lap, opening it to reveal a blue dress, folded neatly inside the box. 

She knew she was going – there was no doubt about that. But what did gnaw at her, was the chance of what would happen when she’d get there. She wanted to accept the feeling that told her he wouldn't hurt her. And yet, a tremor coursed through her body as she sat and sipped on her tea, waiting for the evening to roll around. 

She wanted for him to unleash himself and show her who he truly is, so that she can love him for him. She didn’t want to fall in love with just his bruised upper skin – no. She wanted to get to know him, inside and out. Wanted to know what his guts found intimidating and what his soul found peaceful. 

But if he wasn’t going to show her that, then nothing could ever make her clean herself up and rid herself of all the wounds that had been inflicted upon her, so that she doesn’t bleed on him from the cut that he didn’t inflict. She had a feelling that maybe, just maybe – there monsters had more in common than they thought they had. 

There must be a reason behind the blood tainting his skin, perhaps, it was thrust upon him for all she knew! Maybe he didn’t want to be the monster that he had been turned into. 

And if that’s true, Y/n wondered if she would still want to unravel him if it turned out that he was just a monster that had no other driving force apart from some personal fun. 

So she dressed herself up for the night. Prepared to listen to him and ask him questions if he wouldn’t have answered them already in his explanation. 

Entering the mansion that she always ran far away from, Y/n took a huge breath before wandering her eyes around to search for the one and only. And It didn’t take long before their eyes locked, with him already looking at her with rather guilty eyes and a relieved smile for she had shown up. 

Walking to her, Klaus took in a shaky breath as he fixed his suite. He was nervous, hell, scared even. Honestly, terrified that tonight might be the final time he would see her and the final memory he’d have of her would be of her sprinting away from him for she couldn’t bear the sight of the ugly monster he had ended up growing into. 

“You came,” Klaus smiled, looking at her with those same starry eyes except tonight they were shining because of the sheen layer of tears glossing them up. 

“You asked me to,” she shrugged faintly, her mouth cold to sight but her eyes were big and almost smiling up at him. 

With her hand still in his’ from when he had bent down to kiss the back of it, Klaus walked her over to the vacant balcony – nothing to witness the tragedy but the sky that had itself gotten dressed in its best constellations and ornament, the moon.

Klaus wanted to believe his heart when it told him that she would listen to him and try to love him, but his head’s juxtaposition was not gentle. It prepared him for the worst, reminding him of how no one had ever loved him before, and no one would now. For all that was true, he had only gotten worse over time. 

“To hurt you, was never my intention,” he whispered, his big eyes looking into hers. 

“It is true that I am a Hybrid – a vampire and a werewolf. It is also true that I’m covered in blood from head to toe, from my bones to my skin, I am drenched in it.”

His legs were growing jittery and breathing was becoming harder to do than it should be. But his hold on her hand only tightened, tears collecting on his bottom lash line. 

“It is true that I am a monster. One with a heart that doesn’t beat and a soul that feasts upon the love it never gets,” with his free hand, Klaus wiped the tear as it slipped down the slope of his cheek. 

She only stood still in front of him, urging him with her eyes to go on. Her own breathing ragged as she began seeing him and listening to him

“But I need you to know, before you leave tonight,” his voice shook as he stole his eyes from hers for a second to gain back his courage, as all of it had been spent the moment he mentioned her inevitable departure. “That I would never hurt you, I never can, hurt you,” he assured her, searching her eyes for anything. 

“I truly am in love with you. And I will take forever to show you that if that’s what you’ll ask of me,” bringing her hand to his chest, he rested it there. “I want you to lay yourself bare in front of me so that I can show you that even your ugliest is loved by me,” he whispered.

“Say something, please,” he almost cried, his voice cracked, not having anticipated her departure to come so soon. 

“I –,” Y/n began, her voice hoarse due to not having used it for so long. “I think I can love you, Klaus,” she uttered, looking away from his eyes, fearing that he was going to deny her heart upon realising just how ugly and bruised and beaten it is.

Upon the realisation that sure, her insides are a million colours – but they are all shades of blue. 

And when the deafening silence got too much for her to bear, she turned away from him to make a run back home. 

But her hand felt to have gotten caught in something and she was pulled right back, into a hard and vulnerable chest as her mouth felt something soft press itself hardly against it. 

Klaus’ mouth. 

His mouth was on hers and one of his hands was curled against the back of her neck while the other cradled her face with force. 

Everything inside of her erupted into flames as she tilted her face to better mould it against his’, and fisted the curls on the nape of his neck, pushing him further into her while bending her back to accept the force. 

“Say it again,” he breathed, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on hers, his tears slipping from his eyes and falling onto her cheeks. 

“I think,” she exhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath while her eyes remained stuck on his mouth. “I think I can love you,” she confessed again, instantly moving her lips in sync with his’ as he kissed her desperately, finally. 

“My heart – it is shabby and broken but it’s already yours,” she choked out. “And it’s only mendable inside your ribs,” her shoulders shook as she cried, now fisting the shirt of his collar to keep him close to her. 

“My love, your heart – it, it is safe with me,” he breathed with her, trying to calm his racing heart down. “And my heart will forever beat on your command,” sniffling, he tucked her hair behind her ear, gently lifting her face to seal his confession by breathing in her breath and letting her take away his’ as he pressed his mouth against hers, once again. 

[starlightandfairies]

Hiii 🫶🏼 I hope you're still up for doing an Elijah request! 🤗 I can't get this man out of my head haha

Soo it would be an idea where they met somewhere in Mystic Falls and immediately felt some bond between them, so it happens that they start falling in love (she's human but knows about vampires) but she's too afraid to get hurt so she also tries not to get too close to Elijah. One night he sees some stranger following her home from the Grill and even starts attacking her, Elijah is immediately there saving her and taking her home with him to treat her wounds (mostly some scratches) and he's just super worried. There she realizes that Elijah would never be the one hurting her and they finally share their feelings with a lot of kissing and cuddles afterwards and he holds her, telling how much she means to him.

Oh I hope this is not too weird at all 🙈❤️

Description: Upon meeting Elijah Mikaelson, the feelings start to come but in fear of being hurt, the reader decides to keep her walls up to protect herself. This changes after Elijah protects her after being attacked.

Warnings: fluff, small angst, physical assault (mild), she/her pronouns, maybe swearing?

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Thanks so much for making this request! I can never get sick of Elijah, this man is always on my mind and please feel free to request again if you wish :) I really enjoyed writing this, thank you again :D

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 2,125

First Person's POV

Tonight at the Grill was a ‘live acoustics’ night, some of the performers were good and others were quite frankly not that great. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were off on the next big adventure for the vampiric save-the-day business and while I knew about all the vampires, witches, werewolves and all that extra fun stuff. Besides Matt, I was the only human in the group and somehow I was pushed aside to be kept ‘safe; despite Matt always being dragged into the whirlpool of drama even if he didn’t want to be. 

“The music is wonderful for the atmosphere tonight, don’t you agree?” That voice would haunt my dreams, haunt my every thought, I couldn’t fathom how gentle and warm a voice could sound. I glanced to the side, shooting a polite smile to the impeccably dressed man and nodded in agreement. 

“I do agree, I feel like I’m in like a cute little romance story, the warm lighting and the music-“ I cut myself short, realising I was babbling to a random stranger who more than likely did not care for my ideas and thoughts. 

“I can see how you would see that.” Oh, gosh- those eyes! That smile! This man would haunt me forever, picture perfect and everything I would want in a man. I continued to share a polite smile with the man, fiddling with the straw in my chocolate milkshake and turned myself slightly to face the man a little better. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” Realising that he was waiting for my name, I placed my drink down and took his hand. 

“Y/N L/N” He softly cupped my hand, shaking it and proceeded to share his name.

“Elijah Mikaelson.” I wish I could’ve hidden my reaction better, my eyes went wide, and my smile flattened for a moment before I quickly made sure to continue to be nice and polite. Elijah carefully rested my head on the bar, took a small sip of whatever his drink was and gazed at me with a quizzical look. 

“You know who I am…” His tone was neither harsh nor hurt, Elijah seemed to have suspected my knowledge of his name and he even seemed curious by the idea of my knowledge. 

“I know of your brother Niklaus… Elena told me about you, I think she might have exaggerated a bit. You don’t seem like the antagonist she kinda painted you out to be. From what I’ve heard, you’re the nicer brother… the noble one and I'm sure first glances can be deceiving but… I don’t know- you don’t seem like a bad man.”  He briefly licked his lips, eyes shooting up to the ceiling and seemed to be contemplating his next moves. 

“I suppose you know-“ 

“That you’re a…” I leaned closer to whisper so people passing by wouldn’t hear. 

“An Original.” 

“You don’t seem to be phased.”

“Team doppelgänger has built up my immunity to supernatural beings.” I let out a weak chuckle, cringing internally and turned my focus back on my drink. I wanted to keep speaking with him, I really did want to keep speaking with him but I knew the world that I happened to live in and I didn’t fancy the idea of being bait or hurt as collateral damage. 

“It was really nice to meet you Elijah but I have to go.” He nodded, that handsome smile appearing once more, his actions made me gush and brought butterflies into my belly as he grabbed my jacket and assisted in placing it back on. 

“I hope that you have a good evening, Y/N” 

“Same to you Elijah.” He seemed to have a thought pop into his head, I stopped in my tracks, allowing for him to have the benefit of the doubt and give him the chance to speak his mind. 

“May I have the pleasure of seeing you again?” 

“Maybe… There’s always tomorrow.” I knew I had given myself away, I could feel my heart skip a beat, I’m sure he could hear it, his facial expression didn’t change but I could feel that he knew what I was feeling. 

“Have a good evening,” I whispered, brushing past him to carry on my way. 

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I had seen Elijah a couple of times since our first meeting, we had small conversations and I tried my best to conceal my heart, I didn't want to get close to this man despite enjoying his presence, his voice and the true appearance of his gentlemanly ways made me fall into a daydream greater than any story or dream I could ever have or read. 

The next time I saw Elijah was three months after our first meeting, as I said we had multiple different meetings and they were all the greatest moments of my life despite how much I tried to protect my fragile heart. I had left my home for the park, I wanted to read outside of my home and get some fresh air away from the stuffiness of my bedroom. I rested the picnic blanket underneath a large tree, I read three chapters of my book before I felt a presence looming nearby, I placed the book to the side and stood up, surveying the area for a figure and jumped in my skin seeing Elijah approaching me. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, may I join you?" I nodded, smiling at the man, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down with me on the picnic blanket. He gently picked my book up, staring at the cover with intrigue, I observed him with butterflies growing in my stomach, a blush wanting to form on my cheeks as I continued to drown in what was possibly a huge crush for the Original Vampire. 

"Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi... I'm not sure I've heard of this one before." 

"I doubt you would've, I don't exactly picture you reading a book like this?" He smiled, tilting his head slightly, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth and he handed me back the book. 

"Why is that?" 

"Well... I don't know, I picture you reading older books nothing from the late 20th century to the early 21st century." Elijah briefly nodded in agreement, I smiled proudly at my guess and fiddled with the tassels hanging off of my bookmark. The vampire took off his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up, I bit the inside of my cheek, begging myself to remain calm and avoid giving away any kind of emotions being revealed. 

"Enlighten me, will you though, please? What's it about?" I cleared my throat, leaning closer to him with joy forming, giddy that he was showing interest in something that I liked and enjoyed. 

"It's the third book in the series, I've read it before, and this one is one of my favourites. Essentially the series is all about control some people have these powers and the leaders are trying to control these people. The relationship of the main characters is what I happen to enjoy the most about it, I love how Tahereh created their bond from..." 

"Why did you stop?" Elijah gently questioned, his face furrowing in concern, I wanted to cringe but I forced the words out before I could let that show. Taking a deep breath, I turned my gaze back to him, scrunching my face up briefly and proceeded to explain to Elijah what was going through my head. 

"Whenever I ramble on to the Salvatores and all that, it's clear that they don't care and I'm not wanting to force that onto you. I'm sorry." Elijah tutted, shaking his head and holding out his hand for me to take. Hesitating for a moment, I finally rested my hand in his, holding my breath for a moment and kept my eyes focused on him as he rested his other hand on top of mine. 

"You do that too often, Y/N, I can see you trying to protect your heart and you have a wide range of information waiting to come out and you shut yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that. I hope you find someone... someone who makes you realise you don't need to do that." 

"Could possibly end up being you, Elijah," I whispered.

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When someone unknown came into Mystic Falls, it was always a concerning event, the vampires were always the most suspicious of strangers and most of the time they were typically right for not trusting the stranger. It was late when I left the grill tonight, Elijah was growing on my mind more and more, and I would be hit with a wave of memories at random moments. 

"Up ahead, there's an alley to your right, walk down it. Try anything-" 

"Okay... I understand." I whispered, complying as I walked a little quicker and turned down the alleyway. I cried out as I was instantly shoved against the wall, my head ached and the world spun around me, I bit back a sob as I hit the ground and hissed as the gravel bit into my skin. I kicked off my heels, not fancying a broken ankle and lept to my feet running towards the street but missed as the man tackled me to the ground and which resulted in blood slightly trickling down my forehead and more cuts forming against my skin. 

It felt like something out of a vampire movie, I heard a whoosh and then a light thud. Elijah appeared, holding the man against the wall effortlessly with one hand and easily compelled the man to walk off and not commit any sort of crime again. I let out a few sobs as the pain sunk in and the adrenaline started to fade away.

Elijah swooped me into his arms, effortlessly taking me to his mansion and rested me down on his obnoxiously large bed. He crouched down, gently cupping my face in his hands, observing my facial features and swiftly disappeared somewhere before running back. 

"Are you okay?" He questioned, focusing on grabbing the things from the first-aid kit to treat my wounds. 

"I'm okay..." I whispered, hissing as he wiped an alcohol wipe across the graze on my palm and watched as he apologised profusely for inflicting any added pain onto me. Elijah was so attentive to my needs, he cleaned the blood and dirt away from my cuts and grazes. Covering them with bandaids, doing what he could to assist in caring for me. It was as he was lingering for a moment, observing my form that I realised that Elijah Mikaelson would never hurt me. He would never cause any harm to me, Elijah Mikaelson would protect me and I knew that I wouldn't need to worry any longer. 

"You wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered, staring at the vampire as he grasped my face and held eye contact with me. 

"Y/N L/N I would never dream of hurting you, you... you're perfect... Y/N you are the epitome of perfect, I haven't met someone as intelligent, kind, sweet, and funny in a long time. Y/N I love you and I hope that you'll allow-" I pushed myself closer to him, carefully cupping his face to kiss the man who had possessed my dreams too often. 

"Elijah, please, never let me go, I can't keep guarding myself-" 

"Shhh, I've got you." He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his arms and pushing himself to lay against the headboard of his bed. I inhaled, holding onto the warm and mesmerising smell of his cologne, I curled into his chest and hummed gently as he rested another kiss on my forehead. 

I felt protected, Elijah was my guardian angel, and he made me feel warm and gooey. Made me giddy and the butterflies a constant swarm in my belly, I fiddled with his hands, staring at the family ring that rested on his finger and glanced to him as he pulled my face to meet his. I hummed as he rested a kiss against my lips, sucking in another deep breath and curling in closer as he strokes my hair, his touch comforting and loving. 

"Can I stay here? Just in your arms? Where I'm safe and with you, you Elijah who looks after me and takes the time to listen and know me?" Elijah's smile made the butterflies come to life, my cheeks flushed red and his simple words reassured me for an infinity of time. 

"Always and forever." 

[justlostinautumn]

Request: Klaus NSFW Alphabet

I hope that this is everything that you wanted @catmikaelson20. I am so sorry that it took so long... I really have no excuse other than I wasn't in the right state of mind. But, I am getting better!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Klaus will shower or take a bath with her, allowing them to unwind together… it does sometimes lead to sex. Klaus loves unwinding in the bath with Y/N, he loves being able to run his hands over her feeling her relax against him. But, he is often inspired after sex and so after laying with Y/N, curled up with her watching her as she falls asleep. He would trace her sides feeling her soft skin allowing himself to absorb all the inspiration for his art. His favourite is when she is laying on her stomach and he can run his fingers down her spine. He would slip out of bed and set up a canvas at the end of the bed looking at her and begins to paint her curves in the moonlight often losing himself in his work. Sometimes Y/N would wake up missing his presence next to her and slips out of bed, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling her face into his back making him feel complete knowing that she sought him out.

B = Body Part (Their fav body part of theirs and yours)

Klaus loves her ass, waist, and thighs. He loves holding onto her waist and pulling her against him, he loves holding her waist when they’re having sex. He loves gripping her tight and seeing his marks on her skin knowing that he left them. He also loves feeling her ass against him whether it’s snuggled in bed or she is teasing him by leaning into him. One of his favourite things to do is spank Y/N’s ass whenever it’s in reach and she often scolds him when he finds it amusing - but, Y/N loves it even if she scolds him about it. Her loves having her thighs wrapped around his head, but he also likes having his hand resting on her thigh while he’s reading or just relaxing. He often finds himself massaging her thigh it comforts him as it reminds him that she is there with him. Y/N loves feeling his hand on her thigh especially when he squeezes it.

Y/N loves his eyes, lips/mouth, and hands. She loves how big his hands feel on her, loves the feeling of him gripping her hips and thighs. The sharp sting of him spanking her ass. Y/N often finds herself lost when looking or thinking about his eyes. It amuses Klaus greatly, but she doesn’t care if it's his blue eyes or his golden hybrid eyes. When he shows his other side she can’t help but sit on his lap and trace the veins. One thing Y/N can’t resist is his mouth and lips. Whether it’s a soft kiss on her lips, or playful nips at her neck, breasts, and thighs. The thought of his lips on her body sends thrills down her spine. During heavy make-out sessions, she often finds herself nibbling on his lip. Sometimes, Klaus will catch Y/N staring at his mouth lost in thought, and know that what is on her mind would make even the devil blush.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Klaus finds a lot of pleasure in watching and making Y/N cum. He loves the feeling of her cumming with him inside her, feeling her tightening around him knowing that only he can make her feel that level of pleasure. He loves going down on Y/N and feeling the tightening of her thighs around his head, he would die happily between her thighs. Klaus loves cumming on Y/N marking her as his, but the one thing he loves most is cumming in her mouth. He loves watching her swallow and even asks her to open her mouth to see if she’s swallowed it all, it sends a thrill down his spine. But, he also loves cumming in her… loves knowing he’s filled her, claiming her as his. But, truth be told Y/N is no better she adores him cumming all over her, and in her, she loves being marked and claimed by him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It is no secret that Klaus is possessive over Y/N. But, what few realise is that Klaus likes to make sure that his brothers hear him, especially Elijah. Y/N is his and his alone and he isn’t willing to share her with anyone, he also knows that Elijah had been looking at Y/N in a way that only he was allowed to and he wasn’t having it. Y/N wasn’t stupid, but she knew that it was something that Klaus needed. But, Y/N is as bad if not worse than Klaus when it comes to possessiveness. Only Klaus knows this. Certain people will trigger it with Y/N. People like Caroline, Hayley, and the Petrova Doppelgängers. Klaus finds it a turn-on when she threatens him with what she will do to them if they try anything. With his possessiveness, Klaus can barely keep his hands to himself when she is near and always making sure he’s marked her making sure everyone knows she belong to him. He doesn’t care who is in the room and who sees it, whereas Y/N is possessive she often says to Klaus: ‘I don’t have to be loud about it, just better.’ This has been shown multiple times when she has put people like Hayley and Caroline in their places when they’ve tried to step to Klaus.

Klaus adores and thrives on Y/N’s defiance. He loves watching her walk away after they have a fight only to chase her to remind her that she is his as much as he is hers. He loves her feisty and dominant personality and that she doesn’t just let him have his way with her that there is a fight to keep her… that he has to earn her and he finds it so much more satisfying. Because even though Klaus thrives on controlling pretty much everything he enjoys her wildness and unpredictability that she can take control and allow him that peace for him not to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Y/N loves seeing Klaus covered in blood there is something she can’t deny about seeing him in his element and it seems to drive her wild. Klaus adores that she loves him for all he is. Normally, it would lead them to rough and passionate sex.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Klaus has been alive for a thousand years, with lots of experience. Y/N has had some experience, but Klaus has taught her a lot… Things that she didn’t even know she’d like.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Doggy style is one of Klaus’ favourite positions, he can grip all his favourite parts of Y/N’s body and has the perfect view of Y/N’s ass. It allows him free reign to squeeze and spank her ass. He also loved to pull her up against his chest and massaging her breasts while taking her. He enjoys doing this with her in front of a mirror making her watch as he takes her. Holding her against the wall whether it was facing him or with her face against the wall. Especially when he knows someone is on the other side knowing that he is marking her as his. Any chance to hold her against him intimately Klaus would take it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It is normally serious when it comes to Y/N and their mutual pleasure. There aren’t many goofy moments but when there are it is memorable, one of those moments was when they were drunk and on a romantic getaway and it was filled with laughter and pleasure.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Klaus loves to have Y/N fully groomed, he loves feeling her smooth skin under his hands, but she also loves the feel him against her skin. Klaus is equally as well groomed, Klaus likes looking his best for Y/N. He’s clean, and trimmed up… Klaus has never been one to skip on personal hygiene.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Y/N is the only one who gets to see his romantic and intimate side. This is because you are one of the few people that he truly lets all his walls down around. That doesn’t mean that it is always intimate and romantic, sometimes it is just pure carnal instincts. This can be things like quickies in his office or moments of jealousy and Klaus needs to make sure she and everyone else knows that Y/N is his and no one else’s. Sometimes on rough days they sometimes just need to let it out, it’s not romantic but it is passionate. Some of their most intimate moments had been after either Klaus or Y/N had almost died or been severely injured… it is in those moments that they both want to hold the other close, Klaus likes to bury his face in Y/N’s neck just to assure himself that she is there with him, but also he’s there. Y/N finds herself both clawing at his back but also with her hands in his hair. Y/N finds herself needing to kiss him, to have his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and passionate, feeling his breath against hers as they slowly and passionately make love to one another.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This doesn’t happen too often. The only times this really happen is when Klaus and Y/N fight and she won’t let him touch her, but that doesn’t happen too often… but, the issue is that it never fully satisfies him and Y/N knows this. Because of this Klaus never lets fights last long, because there is nothing better than his Y/N. She takes pleasure in that. But, also sometimes has to travel and if Y/N can’t come with him, she’ll send him pictures and videos to tease him until he snaps and ends up coming back to her. This normally results in explosive sex. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Klaus has a breeding kink. There is something about the thought of her carrying his child that makes him literally drool. Seeing Y/N with Hope leaves him hard knowing that he wants that with her… he needs that with her. As soon as they are in their room or alone, he’s thrusting into her roughly telling her he’s going to fill her up and get her pregnant. That he’s going to mark her so that everyone knows that she is his and no one is going to able to have her the way he does. Even if they don’t know if it is possible for it to happen a second time, they don’t care. Y/N loves the feeling of Klaus cumming in her while he is fucking her, the first time she asked him to cum inside her he almost lost it. She was begging him to mark her inside and out, it turned him almost feral and since then he can’t get enough of it. Klaus also loves it when Y/N calls him Daddy or my King while he’s fucking her. Y/N often calls him my King in their everyday life, but in moments of passion, there is something about it. But, as soon as she starts moaning and whining for Daddy he’s a goner, he’s wrapped around her finger!

They both love it rough with choking, and spanking being tied up. Y/N loves when Klaus leaves bruises on Y/N’s waist and hips from where he’s gripped her tightly. But, with Klaus being all about her ass, they both love when he does butt stuff to her… she loves experimenting with Klaus doing whatever they feel like.

They both love the thrill of almost getting caught in public. Klaus loves when people who have shown an interest, attraction, or fondness to his girl (this includes people like Tyler, Damon, Stefan, and Elijah) hear or catch a glimpse of them together in the heat of the moment. It makes him a little rougher with her to show them that she is his and will always belong to him no matter what they try to do and she loves it. She can feel his possessiveness and she loves it, it reminds her that he wants her as much as she wants him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Loves fucking in their bed, but also his study on his desk or in his office chair. But, Klaus is more than happy to fuck Y/N anywhere and at any time. Especially when someone threatens his claim on her, he would never allow anyone too close or allow them to believe that they could have a chance with what is his.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Klaus can’t help but get turned on when she defends him and yells at someone, even his family when they are causing problems. This is because no matter how long she has been doing it he is still not used to people sticking up for him and knowing that Y/N does it willingly turns him on in ways he can’t begin to explain. 

Klaus loves it when Y/N wears special outfits for him, this includes lingerie, themed outfits, but also date night outfits. But, what he loves most is when she wears his clothes, it seemed to stroke his possessive side. Another thing that Klaus loves is the chase, he loves that Y/N makes him work for it. 

Y/N loves taunting Klaus and as much as Klaus will deny it he does. This is because even though he knows that Y/N will never cheat on him, he loves to remind her that she is his and his alone no matter who else may come along. He knows she’s flirting with others to get a rise from him & he loves it because it allows him to be rougher with her as punishment that they both love.

It is a big turn-on for Y/N when Klaus is possessive, but also she enjoys his violent side especially when he is protecting her. She knows it is in his nature to be violent and something about seeing him revel in his nature turns her on. 

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

No threesomes, both of them are very possessive of each other and the thought of sharing does not appeal to either of them. Hitting is another big no, no. For Klaus it is triggering, he doesn’t mind spanking her ass or thighs but nothing else. Knives are another big no, no. It’s not so much the blood, because neither of them mind blood sharing and biting. It’s just the thought of causing harm to the other. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Klaus enjoys going down on Y/N, he is highly skilled and loves to see how many times he can make her cum until she begs him to stop. He loves watching her wither under his control, Y/N is a strong-willed individual and to have her begging for his mercy is something else. 

Klaus loves receiving. The feeling of her tongue on him has him losing his mind. He is truly done for when Y/N goes down, she has so much power over him by just using her mouth… he could never admit it to anyone. He is a very stressed and high-strung guy and so Y/N doesn’t mind helping him let off steam or help relax. Y/N could ask for anything after giving him a blow job and he would be more than happy to give it to her.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

They both enjoy it rough and fast most of the time… especially when Klaus is jealous and wants to remind Y/N who she belongs to! However, when feeling overwhelmed or emotional it can be slow and sensual… this happens sometimes when Y/N gets hurt or Klaus is scared of losing her. When they do make love it is a tender and slow affair, it is usually in highly intense and emotional moments. Klaus likes to make it all about Y/N taking his time to show her how much he loves and is devoted to her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex - how often, etc.)

Both Klaus and Y/N have difficulty keeping their hands to themselves for long periods of time, so they often find themselves having quickies anytime, anywhere, they only need to say the word.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Klaus isn’t afraid to take risks. Both of you are more than happy to experiment and take risks. Both enjoy the thrill of almost getting caught and if they do? Klaus doesn’t necessarily like people seeing what is his in that vulnerable state, but there is something dark and possessive deep in him that like showing people that only he can make Y/N feel like this and no one else can. Both Y/N and Klaus are willing to do anything and everything at least once to see if they like it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Klaus can go multiple rounds with him being a Hybrid and over a thousand years old. Y/N can go for multiple, Klaus likes to see how many rounds he can get out of her in one night.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

They both have a wide range of toys that they use in their experimentations and role-plays. They don’t always use them. Klaus doesn’t actually need the toys to get Y/N off and more often than not she prefers when they don’t use them unless she is in the mood for something else. However, Y/N does have a vibrator that she often refers to as her ‘Little Nik’, she only uses it when Klaus is unavailable and she is desperately in need of him. But, she likes to use it most where she knows he will see her so that he can catch her and then pin her down and fucks her like she needs. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Both Y/N and Klaus like to tease one another endlessly. Klaus likes to run his hand up and down the inside of her thigh slowly, each time getting higher and higher. He does this at the table or discreetly when they are around others. He likes watching her squirm knowing that he is causing it. But, no one can tease like Y/N can. She lives to push Klaus’ buttons and he knows it, yet no matter how many times he will always fall for it. Y/N likes to bite her lip while he is speaking to her, whispering all the naughty things she wants him to do in his ear, speaking in double entendres… but, sometimes it is the playful flirting with others in the room, she doesn’t do it often only when he’s really pissed her off. Klaus often gives her a smoldering look that says ‘you’re in for it tonight.’ which sends a thrill through her.

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc.)

He’s not super loud. But, he will grunt and groan, and he’ll say Y/N’s name when he cums, but anything he truly has to say is whispered in Y/N’s ear as it is only meant for her to hear. He loves making Y/N scream his name, hearing her moan for him is her favourite thing, nothing can encourage him more than the noises that Y/N makes… it sets off something primal in him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

They both love when Klaus bites and feeds off Y/N during sex. The bite doesn’t have to cause damage, it could be him just nipping at her neck with his fangs or even the inside of her thighs just before he eats her out. But, Klaus loves it most when they blood share during sex… after all there is nothing more intimate than blood sharing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those clothes)

Klaus is cocky and he definitely has the package to back it up! He knows that he is well endowed, but the best thing is that he knows how to use it! He is bigger than average and is definitely thicker. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Both Y/N and Klaus have fairly high sex drives. Klaus’s is higher than normal though he doesn’t let on just how high it is. He usually has it under control, but when he snaps and can’t take wanting Y/N any longer he will take her away somewhere secluded so that he can fuck her as much as he wants… this usually happens after Y/N has been relentlessly teasing Klaus for days on end.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Klaus doesn’t always fall asleep right after, but he will lay in bed until Y/N is in deep sleep. He often finds inspiration after sex and so he will paint or draw and it is usually Y/N. If he doesn’t feel like drawing or painting, he enjoys watching Y/N sleep and memorising her features or reminiscing moments they have together. But, more often than not they both end up curled up together falling asleep tangled together… after all he always sleeps better with her in his arms.

[lanassgirlll]

I so can u do a smut for Klaus.

Where he is on rut and is very horny but does not want reder to help him .

This goes very time when it's his that time of the month.

But now when he is again in rut and his wolf is more agressive because it's blood moon .

Reder convinces him to use her as his fuck toy to help him in his rut .

So we all know klaus is a rough sex of a guy now multiply it with 100000000 .

Yes he fucks reader in that kind of way and usees her as his toy without caring about her .

If u are not comfortable with this it's ok to say no .

Red sky

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Whenever there’s a full moon, Klaus always gets more aroused than he usually does around his girlfriend. No matter how many times she offers to help him, he always refuses, too afraid that he’d hurt her. But one night, when there’s a blood moon, a rare natural occurrence, he finally gives in and uses his girl just like she had said he can do.

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, a little bit of choking?, oral (m receiving), let me know if i have missed anything, because i'm pretty sure that i have

Words: 3k

AN: I really hope you guys like this! Let me know if you have any requests.

Enjoy!

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Klaus was waiting for his girlfriend to come home and let her know that he's leaving for the night. There was going to be a full moon tonight and he usually left his girl alone for a day or two every month. He didn't like being away from her, but now when he was a hybrid, he had to make sure he wouldn't hurt her by being near her when his wolf wanted to come out.

He didn't turn often, but still he had to stay away. The sweet girl who he loved more than anything, always huffed and puffed whever he had to leave, saying that he didn't have to. She always says that she can protect herself if he did in fact try to hurt her, which she knew he's never do, but Klaus didn't trust himself enough to believe that. She was a powerful witch so if needed, she would protect herself, but Klaus never gave in. She always offered him her help and her support, yet she was always left disappointed, feeling like the hybrid didn't want her even though he had explained his reasons to her many times.

Klaus would always have his emotions even more hightened whenever a full moon came. His anger would be slighty worse than it usually is, his temper just as much. He'd get aggresive even, at times. But the worst thing of it all was how aroused he'd get around his girl whenever it was a full moon. He knew if he let go, and took her the way he needed, he'd hurt her.

It's not like they haven't tried before.

They had been together for two years. She's always helped him and been there for her, so it naturally hurt her when he started pushing her away and leaving every month. A few months after Klaus had broken his curse, the witch had finally convinced him to let go. And when he did, it didn't take long before he'd stop his actions with her. He could see that she was struggling with how rough he was being. He hated himself for hurting her and after that had happened, he never did it again.

Klaus looked over at the door, hearing his girl closing the front door of the house they now shared. He quickly stood from the bed and listened to her steps as she was making her way to their room.

Opening the door, she saw him standing in the middle of the room and smiled softly. She put her bag down on the small table next to the door and slowly made her way over to him.

''Hey Nik, I've missed you today.''

He was just stood there, hands behind his back without saying anyhting, already feeling himself get aroused just by looking at her. She wasn't even wearing anything revealing, since it was cold outside. The outfit she had on was a simple pair of black jeans and a puffy jacket. What was under it was a mystety for Klaus.

Before the witch could wrap her arms around him for a hug, he took a step back and took a deeo breath before speaking up.

''Tonight's a full moon. A blood moon actually.''

The girl frowned a little and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

''I know that. Does it- mean anything different for you?''

Klaus clenched his jaw, his anger rising for no reason. She had done nothing wrong and yet he was already angry?

''You're a witch. You're supposed to know, aren't you?''

She was a little taken back by his sudden anger and sighed, making her way over to the bed and sitting down at the edge where Klaus had been sat before she came in.

''Yes, I am a witch, and yes, I know about the blood moon. However, I'm afraid I don't know why you are anrgy with me all of a sudden, Nik.''

Klaus tried his best to control himself before he spoke up again.

''Then you know that it makes it worse for me tonight. You know I have to leave.''

Looking down at her feet, she sighed again. She was tired of his excuses about hurting her whenever it was a full moon.

''I do know that too, Nik. But it's not just hard for you. You know how much I hate sleeping alone, not knowing if you're safe and okay, but yet you leave me anyway just because you're too selfish.''

Realising what she had just said, the girl looked up at him and let a small shaky breath escape through her lips.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean-''

Before she could finish her sentence, Klaus was stood in front of her, looking down at her with anger in his eyes.

''I'm selfish?! I've told you a thousand times, that I only want to keep you safe. I leave you, so I don't hurt you! How does that make me selfish?''

The witch has had enough of him. She stood up and glared up at him.

''You hurt me, by leaving me and pushing me away! All this time, all I have wanted was to help you. But you're too fucking stubborn to let me do it. I am not fragile Niklaus, I can keep protect myself and you know that damn well!''

Klaus was surprised by her outburst. She rarely yelled or got anrgy with him. In all honesty, whenever she got angry, he found it hot. And that just made the situation worse.

''You offer your help by offering your body.''

''Yes, because I know it is what you need, yet you deny and push me away.''

''Do you not remember the last time I accepted your help? Let me remind you, it did not end well.''

Clenching her jaw, she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him back a little.

The second he felt her hand against his chest, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the bed, making her fall down on her back.

''Niklaus what the hell?! Just let me help you, idiot. Stop being to damn tough all the time, I am your girlfriend for the love of God!''

The girl was back on her feet in the matter of seconds, looking up at him again. She knew he was angry, yet he was scared for her. She could see it in his eyes. She had also noticed the way his face reddened just the slightest bit when she touched his chest, she could see the way he looked at her. Hunger. That was what she saw in his eyes. He wanted her, she knew that, they both knew it. But he was scared, trying so hard to hold himself back from just giving in and taking what he wants.

''Nik... baby, please. I can see how hard you are trying to hold back. I've told you a million times that it's okay if you need me. You can do what you want.''

Klaus swore he heard a crack by clenching his jaw so hard. He craved her. He wanted to ruin her, to leave his marks all over her body, to take her over and over again until she begged him to stop.

''You don't know anything, love. You think you do, but you don't.''

The witch smiled softly at him and moved her hands up, gently putting them over his shoulders. She wasn't going to let him leave this time.

''Then show me. Tell me. Or simply just do it. I know how much you want to fuck me, Klaus, you're not hard to read when you're horny. Like now. You're giving it all away.''

Feeling her hands on his shoulders, he took a deep breath and stared at her. He knew what he wanted but the only thing going through his mind was the thought of hurting her. No matter how much he needed her, he had to stay away.

''I don't want to hurt you. This blood moon it- just makes it so much worse. If i give in now, I won't be able to stop until I've gotten what I need. You're human, love, you can't take all that. I'm scared I might actually break you.''

Sighing a little, she moved her hands away and slowly took off her jacket, showing that she was wearing yet another simple blouse under it. Putting it to the side, she looked up at him once again and drew in a breath.

''I can take anything you give me. I am not fragile, I'm not made out of glass. The one time we did this, I was only too worried for you that I couldn't focus enough, I was lost in my thoughts and that is why I started crying, but not because you hurt me. You could never do that.''

The witch slowly pushed her hand under his shirt, gently trading the pads of her fingers over his torso while looking him straight in the eyes. He had to give in, this time she knew he would.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus looked down at where her hand had disappeared under his shirt. He loved the feeling of her warm skin pressed against his. And at that moment, he snapped. He couldn't hold back anymore, he had to have all of her.

Putting one of his hands on her hip, he vamp sped to the wall, pushing her against it whilst wrapping his other hand around her little neck. Hearing her loud gasp at the sudden movement, he held her tightly and leaned his face closer to hers, their lips just a few centimeters away.

''Fine. You win. But remember that I warned you and now I will only stop once I have taken what I want.''

The girl nodded her head quickly, trying to move forward and kiss Klaus, but his grip around her neck kept her still. Whining quietly, she moved her hands and pulled on his shirt, wanting it off.

''Nik...''

He could hear the desperation in her voice. She craved him just as much as he did.

Finally he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly and gently at first before quickly getting more eager. Klaus pushed his tongue inside her mouth, and used the opportunity to slip his hand under her blouse, putting it over her soft tummy, letting out a small groan into her mouth. He slowly pulled away and looked at his girl.

She was out of breath, a dark shade of red creeping up her face as she stared up at him. His hand was still wrapped around her neck and his hand was still under her blouse.

''You are the most beatiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.''

Klaus took his hand out of under her blouse and dragged her to the bed by her neck. He let go of her before turning her around and pushing her down so she was bent over the bed.

The witch loved being manhandled. Having Klaus be so rough with her turned her on so much, she thought she could come just by that. And they were just getting started.

As he was looking down at her, a smirk dancing on his lips, he gently put his hand through her hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling it back harshly, a small whine leaving her.

''Do you like it when I'm rough with you, love? Hm? I bet you do. I bet that when I strip you of your clothes, you'd be dripping for me already, wouldn't you?''

Turning her head slightly to the side, she tried to look up at him. A small teasing smile took over her face before she spoke up.

''Is this all that you've got?''

He let go of her hair, instead pushing her head back down onto the matress. Slowly taking a step back, he took off his belt and threw it on the ground before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off. He didn't want to play games anymore, he wanted to have her.

Klaus then grabbed onto the hem of her jeans and ripped them apart, quickly pulling them off of her. She gasped and tried to look up at him, an anoyed expression on her face.

''Really, Nik?''

He only gave her a smirk in return. He got closer to her again, the bulge in his boxers pressing against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and held them tightly. The girl was sure, that the grip was tight enough to leave bruises on her skin.

''This is your last chance, love. If i start, I will not stop.''

Without saying anything, she pushed herself back, slowly grinding against him and letting out a small teasing moan. That was all that Klaus needed.

The hybrid pulled down his boxers before getting rid of the girl's panties as well. The need to come was the only thing he had in his mind at that moment. He brought his hand up, spitting in it before moving it back down and wrapping it around his cock, pumping himself a few times, a small groan leaving him.

The girl was curious about what he was doing. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Klaus noticed that and instantly pushed her head back down once again. Before she could protest, she felt him pushing his cock between her dripping folds. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Klaus grabbed onto her hips again before slowly pushing inside of her. A moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back.

''Fuck.''

Whining a little, the girl tried to push herself back, needing more of him. She thought that she was just as desperate for this as he was.

''Klaus just do it already!''

He looked at her, his jaw clenching as he gripped her hips tighter. With one quick movement, he bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. The hybrid heard her cry out but he was too lost at the feeling to care. There was no going back.

Holding her, he started thrusting into her, fast and rough. He has never felt so good while having sex before. Klaus could already feel himself getting closer to the edge, even though he had just started.

Another moan left him. He brought his hand to his girl's ass and slapped it hard, loving the noise she let out at the feeling.

He kept thrusting his cock deep into her, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in, his balls rubbing against her clit.

He didn't notice when the witch came all over him the first time, he just kept up his pace, trying to reach his high.

''You're taking me to well. You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?''

He just couldn't help himself. He loved to praise her, knowing how much pleasure it brought to the both of them.

Klaus thrusted a few more times into her, a loud moan leaving him as he threw his head back again, his seed spilling deep into her.

He took a few seconds to calm his breathing before he slowly pulled out and flipped his girl over. She was now looking up at him with a pleading face as she tried to reach her hand down and grad a hold of his cock. He just stared at her, letting her touch him.

''Get off the bed and on your knees. Now.''

She quickly got up from the bed, giving him a small smile before slowly kneeling down into his feet, sliding her hands down his chest as she did so. When she looked at his cock, she was surprised it was still hard but she quickly got to work. She knew what Klaus wanted of her.

She gently wrapped her hand around his thick cock, giving it a few strokes, sliding her thumb over his tip every now and then. Hearing him moan her name under his breath, gave her all the confidence she needed.

The witch stood up a little bit so her face was right in front of his cock. She kept stroking him as she moved her other hand up to cup his balls in it, squeezing them gently.

Klaus looked down at her and groanded.

''You're teasing. I can't be having this right now.''

Moving his hands down, he held her hair back, pushing his cock to her lips. She instantly opened her mouth and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come.

Klaus smirked at her before roughly pushing himself into her mouth, starting to fuck her throat like it was her pussy. He ignored the sound of her chocking and gagging around him, just focusing on his own pleasure. He had never been more selfish in his life, and right now, he loved it.

He kept fuking her throat like his life depended on it. The girl was sure it's hurt days after that but she didn't care. All she cared about was him.

''You're such a good girl, love.''

He groaned and let go of her hair, patting her cheek with his hand whilst looking her straight in the eyes.

''When I come. you're gonna swallow it all like the good little come slut you are, okay?''

She couldn't do anything except just let him keep fucking her throat. When she felt him throb, she knew he was close. The witch felt him moving his hand to the back of her head, pushing it down, making her take his cock balls deep into her mouth as he came once again, spilling his hot seed down her throat.

He held her down for a few seconds after his orgasm had washed over him, making sure she swallowed everything he gave her. Klaus then slowly pulled out of her mouth and wiped the tears that had escaped her eyes with his thumb.

''You did so good, my love, but I am not quite done with you yet. Now get back on the bed.''

AN: This is bad, but it's only like my first try to bear with me, lol.

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Could you do one of the NSFW alphabets for klaus too? Only if you want - I know you mainly write Elijah but just thought I’d ask xx

Klaus's Love Letters

{NSFW Alphabet}

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

~Thanks for the request anon ♡♡ this goes out to all my Klaus girlies, ily~

Please note that I don't really write for Klaus & I won't be taking requests for him, this was just a fun little project. xoxo

3k words {apparently I have more to say about Klaus than Elijah... huh??} - Warnings: descriptions of sex and preferences.

A is for Aftercare (What is their aftercare like?)

You've probably already figured out by now that Klaus is the king of pillow talk. He's a very guarded person and likes to keep his true emotions tucked away where they can't hurt him. But after sex, when he's feeling all vulnerable, you can get him to be completely honest with you and open up in a way he normally wouldn't.

If the sex was particularly rough he will shower you with sweet words and praise, then he will heal any damage he's done with his tongue or his blood. He will bring you a drink afterwards and feed you something to regain your strength. He loves the way you curl into him and the way your skin feels against his. It's intimate in a way that's so much deeper than the sex, and that's what makes it his favorite part.

B is for Body Part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Klaus is an ass man, one he can grab and bite. The more marks he can leave behind, the better. He loves to watch it bounce when he's fucking you from behind.

For himself, he loves his mouth. This isn't necessarily in reference to kissing, although he certainly enjoys making out. He loves having his tongue everywhere on your body, biting you and marking you as his. Having you completely unravel on his tongue makes his cock throb. And having you taste yourself on his mouth gets him so riled up.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Klaus isn't particular about where he comes. If it's a quickie, he'll probably come inside of you because it's convenient. When he has more time, he'll pull out and come on whatever part of your body he's feeling like marking in the moment.

He also likes to cum in your mouth and having you prove that you can swallow it all.

But what really gets him going is eating his own cum out of your pussy, and seeing his cum drip out of your ass. He likes the possessive display of cum filling or covering you.

D is for Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

I think he would secretly love to call you 'mommy' in bed, and have you call him 'baby' or something like that. I feel like Klaus has a bit of a mommy kink (Oedipus vibes). I don't think he would ever actually admit to this, but maybe if he really trusts you he will feel comfortable with a step-mom or dom-mommy roleplay scenario.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

The man hybrid is a sex god. He's one thousand of years old and a bit debauched so you have to assume he has a ton of experience. I think a lot of his past relationships have always been about manipulation and power, so it's about pure gratification for him.

He knows what he is doing and probably invented a few kinks along the way. He enjoys trying everything once or twice, but he does have his favorites. If he really loves you he will pour all those feelings into his sex life.

F is for Favorite Position (Favorite position to have sex in)

Doggy is of course what everyone assumes, he loves being in control and watching his partner take what he gives them.

But I think he enjoys any position where he is in control and the sexual acts are drawn out. He likes sitting down and having you ride him or suck his cock while he gives you orders or praises you, depending on his mood. He likes positions where he has your body held tightly and completely in his control, like from the side so he can wrap his arm around you and control the speed.

He loves to pin you down, have you squirming and begging, and tell you how good you feel because you are taking him so well. He likes it rough and will move you into the position he wants, then he will pound into you until you're breathless and begging. He likes biting and scratching with no regard to the noises you're making. He'll hold you down by your throat and lick the tears off your cheeks.

G is for Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He will definitely make comments to tease you. Anything to make you flustered and it gets him so hot when you fight back. He likes things a bit rough and playful, although he does love romantic foreplay too. He will say the filthiest things imaginable while he pins you down and fucks you. He will have you saying it back to him as you beg him to let you come.

On the other hand, if you are feeling intimidated, he knows just what to say to make you giggle and make things less awkward and intense. He knows how to be sweet just as well as he knows how to be dominating.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?)

I don't think he cares about shaving or being hairy in general. However, he will adjust to make you happy.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect~)

The more you're with him, the more intimacy you will see from him. His trust is not easily earned, but when he falls in love, it's hard. And when he gives you his full love, you will see it in the way he makes love to you.

He will just lay there beside you and worship every inch of your skin with his hands and mouth. He will kiss your eyelids, your lips, your nose, all your fingers. He'll memorize the texture of your nipples and the slope of your belly.

His kisses and touch will be deliberate, like he's trying to memorize your body. It's like his whole being focuses entirely on making you feel good, learning exactly what you need and crave.

And since he's an artist, he will try and recreate the feeling of you through painting. Capturing the details of your skin or the halo of your hair on his pillows.

J is for Jack Off (Masturbation)

All. The. Time.

The man need to find relief from his naturally pent up personality, and he has very little self control. So when the idea enters his mind, or even if the mood just strikes, he will be jerking his cock while contemplating who to torture for the night.

He would never do it publicly and if you are around he would rather just fuck you (or have you watch).

But alone, in his thoughts, he can think about anything from casual, perverse flings to someone who has wronged him and eventually gets what's coming to him. It's the power that drives him to orgasm more than anything else.

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Other than being just a natural dom, Klaus loves anal and a little bit of BDSM. Like, occasionally he will bind your wrists or blindfold you.

I imagine him grabbing you by the throat (nicely) and bending you over something so your ass is in the air. He will eat your ass out, enjoying the power he holds over you. Especially when you're begging for his cock, squirming against the hand holding you down, or trying to get your arms free, he can't deny how much he likes the struggle.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Literally anywhere... Like who is going to stop him? Or even attempt to stop him?

But if I had to choose, probably his art studio, he will cover your naked body in paint and have you on his desk with your legs spread wide so he can paint his cum dripping out of your pussy.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You can turn him on by catching him off guard. Kissing him unexpectedly, touching him with no warning, it will make his cock twitch.

He loves a flirty sense of humor, and likes taking playful teases as foreplay. I do think he likes women who challenge him and have a smart mouth. Especially if you use that mouth to suck his dick in unexpected or inappropriate situations.

N is for NO (Something they would never do)

As rough and wild as he is, he would never degrade you. He will describe in filthy detail what he wants to do to you, and praise you endlessly, but he would never insult or belittle you.

He wouldn't pressure you into anything either, if you desire to only have sweet, slow sex then he will not complain.

He would also never want to be tied up, that loss of control scares the fuck out of him, and makes him feel far too vulnerable to be turned on.

O is for Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving?)

He certainly doesn't hate giving but his preference is definitely receiving. He wants to be worshiped and desired. He likes the thrill of you sucking him off in a public place. He loves to see your mouth looking so pretty stretched around his thick cock, all shiny and wet. And if someone happens to see you then you better believe that turns him on even more.

He loves to fuck your face, have you gagging and breathless, with tears running down your cheeks. He likes making you keep him in your mouth and watch you drool and struggle to breathe. The eye contact you make with him when he fucks your face is addicting. But he would never pressure you to do this, he only enjoys the experience if you do.

For all the times he's fucked your face and makes you do deepthroat practice, he gives you incredible head back. I feel like he would love to return the favor first thing in the morning, while his mouth and tongue are still a bit sluggish, then his sloppy warm tongue will leave you feeling delirious.

P is for Pace (Are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Having you naked, needy and pinned down while you try to squirm away from his relentless pounding is quite enjoyable to him, but only if it's what you like as well. He loves overstimulating you, fucking you into the mattress and having your screams fill his room.

However, if he's feeling a more tender type of way, he'll be slow and gentle. Kissing you all over as he is deep inside you. Savoring the feeling of his bare skin against yours, leaving marks all over your neck and chest. He loves these moments where you give yourself over to him so completely, letting him feel how tight you are when he goes slowly and deliberately.

Q is for Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

My idea of a Klaus quickie would be at a party or club or event. He likes the thrill of being somewhere that people can hear you and see you if they accidentally open a door. He'll have you pressed against a wall somewhere or bent over something. He'll rip your panties off if necessary, but he also might give you the honor of deciding if you want him to devour your pussy or pound you.

No matter what, you end up sore and breathless.

R is for Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He's down for anything and has even invented a few concepts along the way. He's adventurous and doesn't have any shame. Other kinks may arise from whatever experience you choose to have with him.

Roleplay, bondage, edging, choking, anal, sensory deprivation are just a few things he's more than happy to do. But he will always talk about these things beforehand. He wants you to feel comfortable and has an open mind so that you both can have more fun. He doesn't require any of these things to feel fulfilled in sex, but he would certainly never turn down an interesting endeavor.

S is for Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Just like Elijah, he could go forever.

He loves to wear you out and see how many times he can make you cum.

Usually the first round is hard and heavy, with bruising kisses and spanks when your legs give out. He'll stand you back up and fold you however he wants so he can use your body as he pleases. He will push your limits and test your strength, and once your orgasms become more exhaustion than euphoria, he'll get you to finish him off and then carry you to the bath.

T is for Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think he would enjoy the thrill and power of having you wear a remote control vibrator around in public places.

He would tease you and put it in the highest setting, then whisper in your ear and chuckle as you try and steady your breaths. Or watch you from across the room, giving you a devious smile and a little wave as he increases the intensity. He would make you wear a skirt so he can slide his hand up your thighs and press the vibrating toy inside of you.

He would also use a buttplug on you and deny you orgasm while you squirm. He will use any tool at his disposal to make you desperate and have you beg to be fucked.

He will also put a magic wand on your clit while he fucks you so your pleasure won't end, your body will tremble and then you will cum over and over, squeezing him so tightly that he instantly fills you.

U is for Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He will absolutely tease you all the time, in and out of bed, making suggestive comments and gestures to see how you will react. He enjoys making you blush and hearing your heart rate increase.

He is also very impatient and wants what he wants when he wants it. But, what he likes more is making you wait until you are clawing at his clothes and begging him for it. Making you squirm and moan until you feel desperate for anything he will give you.

He will bite, nip and suck on every inch of your skin, never touching you where you want him to. By the end you'll be a whimpering, sweaty mess of need.

V is for Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

In all areas of his life he is loud and knows that people are paying attention to him. He is a proud and assertive man, so this can transfer easily into his love life. He is never shy or quiet.

He will tell you how beautiful you are and just how good you are for him. He will moan, swear, and growl. Sometimes he will whine for your mouth on his cock or your ass bouncing up and down. He doesn't give a shit that other people can hear him, he actually just sees it as another power move.

W is for Wild Card (Random headcannon)

He loves roleplay, he's a dramatic guy so he loves the idea of acting out whatever fantasy occupies his mind.

He would totally write a little script and get outfits, maybe even decorate a room to fit the setting and mood. He will go above and beyond if he's really into the idea, and doubly if you are the one who wants to act it out.

A naughty teacher/student scenario, or something even dirtier like a kidnapping type roleplay. He won't take things so far that you are frightened, but he will definitely get into the role he has created and try and get you into it too.

X is for X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

Just like Elijah, it's whatever you want it to be. But I can imagine it's big, you don't have an ego like that for nothing. He definitely is proud of it too, not in an outwardly bragging way, but if someone made a comment he wouldn't deny it.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high, the man is always ready to go. And for someone like him, everything is a possible opportunity for foreplay.

He will be hard and teasing you within minutes. Touching your thigh and waist as you are trying to have a conversation. Kissing your neck as you cook dinner, dragging his hand down your back as you clean the dishes.

You will probably never watch an entire movie if he is around, he can't help but reach his hand under the blankets and finger you. He'll tease you and sometimes even leave you unsatisfied for later when you're trying to focus on something, then fuck you stupid. Or push you down on the couch and take you right there.

Z is for ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He will want to stay with you after, because as intense as the sex is, he is an attentive and affectionate partner. He is also a cuddler and loves to spend the night with you wrapped in his arms.

He will hold you close, gently playing with your hair and kissing your temples. He'll praise you and compliment your body, and you will probably fall asleep together, hot and sticky but blissful and relaxed.

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I hate it

Paring: klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

Summary: you’ve had enough of the Mystic Falls gang.

Warning: anxiety, grammar mistakes.

You never wanted this life. You never wanted to be wrapped up in the supernatural world. Your anxiety wasn’t doing well. All you wanted was to graduate and move so far away.

When Klaus came into the picture, it was life and death. It seemed that everyone was dying now. But despite Klaus being the bad guy, you couldn’t help but have feelings for him. This was a broken man, a man who would do anything just to be himself. How could you deny that from a person?

Klaus also held deep feelings for you. He did everything he could to keep you away from the bloodshed. If you were around one of the Salvatores or Elena, he’d stay away for the time being. Your safety was his top priority.

You sat on a bench near a pond in the park late at night thinking about your current life. You hated it, you hated this small town and you hated the people in it, especially the people who brought you into this awful supernatural world. You angrily threw rocks into the lake.

“It’s kinda late to be angrily throwing rocks isn’t it love?” A familiar voice spoke.

You didn’t bother to look up at him, “what do you want Klaus?” You grunted as you threw the last rock into the lake.

He didn’t respond so you looked up at him, he could see the dried tears on your face, he felt sorry for you. His heart felt a tinge of sadness, “may I sit?” He asked.

You nodded carefully moving your sketchbook out of the way, you brought it to keep your mind busy but the amount of anxiety you felt gave you no inspiration, you haven’t had inspiration in months.

“You draw?” He asked trying to come up with a conversation.

“Yeah,” you quietly answered looking down at the book.

“Me too, and paint.” He replied.

“Really?” You asked looking up at him. He could see a little bit of sparkle in your eyes. He nodded and looked back to the lake. He could tell you didn’t want to talk, maybe this was a mistake, he thought, I should leave her alone, But before he could get up, you had nudged him lightly. He looked down at you to see you holding your sketchbook to him.

He carefully took it and looked at you to make sure you were sure. You gave him a nod and he opened it to the first page. It was a simple drawing of a lake, the more he flipped through the more impressed he was. Different drawings of landscapes, portraits, and objects, but he was curious when he saw the last date, July 7th.

“It’s been months.” He said.

“Yeah, it happens when you have crippling anxiety.” You scoffed at yourself. “I never wanted to know this other world existed but annoying needy Elena just had to pull me into it.” You said with clear bitterness.

“Looks like we have some more things in common.” Klaus said.

“I want to move away. I hate this place. I hate everyone in this town and the air I breathe in it.” You said with tears. Klaus wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come to New Orleans with me.” He said.

You laughed at his suggestion while wiping away the tears, “seriously? As great as that sounds, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.” You said.

“It’s either me or needy Elena,” Klaus said with a chuckle trying to make you smile.

You cracked a small smile, “anything to get out of this hell hole.” You said leaning a head on his shoulder.

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[xxchumanixx]

Blind and Frozen

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Warnings: angst, hurt, a little fluff in the end

Once I touched your heart Held you in closed arms Built a haven for your love Until I let you fall apart Please forgive me

Authors note: I was craving some angst. This song was perfect for this.

Based on the lyrics of the song "Blind and Frozen" from Beast in Black. Listen to it here

Word count: 1.187

The beautiful dividers are from @benkeibear

1738, Paris

„Are you sure he will keep his word?“ you nervously asked, numb fingers gripping the material of your dress tighter.

“He would be a fool not to.” Elijah gave back, sending you a smile that was meant to reassure you.

It did little to calm your racing heart, though.

“Word already spread.” You voiced your fear, biting your lip that was stained blue from the wine. “It will be only a matter of time until Mikael finds us again.”

He sighed, as his hand gripped the glass full of whisky tighter. He was as afraid of his father as you were – if not even more.

You had bribed the major, promising him a fortune if he kept his careless mouth shut. But word already spread beyond the ocean, word of creatures that lurked in the night, stealing the blood of their innocent victims.

It was a dark chapter in your life, something you always tried to suppress.

But your dreams got the best of you, especially without him by your side.

"Do you remember how we used to dance? Your feet barely touching the ground, it seemed like you were floating. Maybe you were. Niklaus has lost his mind again, after he undaggered Kol. I fear there are dark times ahead of us."

Once I touched your heart

Held you in closed arms

Built a haven for your love

Until I let you fall apart

Please forgive me

After Mikael succeeded in finally finding you, everything changed.

To say that he scared you away was an understatement.

The only reason he let you live being the pain he caused his second eldest in forcing you to leave him.

Though Elijah never stopped sending you letters wherever you went, you never answered them.

How he did it you didn't know, seeing as a witch cloaked your presence so you wouldn't be detected by another one.

Still you saved every letter of his.

The pain was unbearable, and knowing that he thought you took the chance and run, made your heart break.

You didn’t want to leave him, but you had no other choice.

God, I miss you like hell

I was wrong, I can tell

For the heart can be blind and frozen

Now I live with the pain

Every night, every day

As I read those letters you wrote me

You missed him, your heart constantly aching for him.

There were times where you talked to him, only realizing he wasn’t there when you got no answer.

You knew that you were in the wrong when leaving him, knowing that you should have sacrificed yourself instead.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have hated himself for scaring you away.

"Kol is daggered again. He caused Niklaus to abandon little Marcellus, almost losing the trust the boy has in him. I try my best, but the process is slower than I’d like to admit. I wish you were here to help me with this almost impossible task."

How I long for the time

When your lips would kiss mine

And the promise was still unbroken

I will wait for tomorrow

That may never come

I will wait in the name of love

You had hoped for him to eventually find you, never being brave enough to search for him yourself.

You were scared of the consequences, scared that Mikael was still always a step behind them.

You had never found love again.

How could you, when no one could be compared to Elijah? He was the love of your life, the light of your day. You had promised each other always and forever, but you broke it. Ripped it apart like a last meal.

"My forlorn heart faintly beats, your absence makes me weak. And if nothing brings you back, surely, I'll roam through life in black, like a shadow. Niklaus swore he would hunt you, but I made him promise me not to. You know how hard it is for him to keep his word."

Though Niklaus was like a brother to you, you didn't doubt him killing you on the spot when he got the chance to.

You had betrayed them, had left behind what little family you had left.

Rebekah, the best friend that was like a sister to you.

Niklaus, the psycho that managed to convince you to believe in the good in him.

Elijah, the love of your life.

"Niklaus acted reckless when we were in Mystic Falls. He got a werewolf named Hayley pregnant, causing us to get caught in the middle of a war between witches and vampires. Marcel has made New Orleans his new Kingdom. Niklaus is determined to take it back, all the while denying the fact, that he is the one that brought this mess upon us. I'm feeling more helpless the more time passes."

I would die for the love of mercy

Destiny, is this how it should be?

2011, New Orleans

When your eyes landed on his figure you almost choked on your breath.

He had changed so much, yet so little. He still wore suits, his hair looking fluffier than you had imagined it to be.

His lips parted in shock, but no words passed them. You heard his heart beating so fast, it almost matched yours.

“Elijah?” the voice of a woman broke your trance, as she whipped around the corner, her brown hair dancing on her shoulders in delicate waves. “I wanted to-“ She stopped short, when her eyes fell on you.

Her mouth formed an o shape, as the realization must have hit her. She must have known who you were even before you had the chance to introduce yourself.

The jealousy flamed up, scorching it’s way through your abdomen into your heart, gripping it harshly.

You swallowed, as it dawned on you who she must have been.

“Hayley.” you said her name, forcing yourself to smile. “What a pleasure to finally meet you.” Her mouth closed, as she hesitantly smiled back at you, returning the courtesy.

The silence that followed was quickly broken by her excusing herself, giving you the opportunity to finally talk to Elijah.

“Elijah, I-“ you started, but he cut you off. “He’s gone, you know?” he started, hesitantly taking a step towards you.

Your words died on your tongue, as you tried to process what he was saying, leaving your mouth agape.

“We killed him. He won’t hunt us anymore. I know why you did it. I know why you ran. He told me before he took his last breath.”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, as you felt the heavy weight of the past lift from your shoulders.

He was gone. You were finally free.

Blinking slowly you swallowed the sudden dryness in your throat away.

“What are you saying?” you asked, though you had clearly understood him.

“I should have searched for you, but I was blinded by my own guilt.” He admitted, his eyes falling to the ground. “I-“ “No!” you cut him off, taking a step towards him, before he was able to take even more of the blame.

“No, Elijah. None of this was your fault. He made me leave, and I did to safe my life. I was selfish and I shouldn’t have done it, but I did it. I am the one to blame.”

He closed the distance between you, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you into him. His arms wrapped around you, one of his hands finding your hair while his head was buried in the crook of your neck.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, after a moment of shock, eyes burning.

“Please forgive me.” you sobbed, as the tears managed to free themselves. “I never meant to hurt you. I hoped you would eventually forget me, maybe even hate me. I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I could never hate you.” he quietly gave back, his voice muffled by your hair. “I never forgot you. I just hoped you’d come back one day.”

You sniffled, angry with yourself for hurting him this much.

“I’m here now.” you told him. “And I’m staying, if you let me.”

“Always and forever, darling.”

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Summary: An ordinary human girl and two powerful original vampires! Tune in to know more!

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In the depths of the mystical town of Mystic Falls, two powerful and immortal beings resided. Elijah and Niklaus Mikaelson, the original vampires, known for their strength, complexity, and protective nature. For centuries, they had guarded each other fiercely, ensuring the survival of their family bloodline. But fate had something else in store for them.

One fateful evening, as the moon embraced the night sky, the Mikaelson brothers found themselves drawn to a modest cafe nestled in the heart of town. There, amidst the chatter and clinking of cups, they encountered an enchanting young human girl named Amelia.

Amelia was ordinary in every sense, an unassuming beauty with a heart as tender as a rose petal. Despite the darkness that surrounded the Mikaelsons, she saw the light within them, and from the moment they met, her presence soothed their immortal souls.

Elijah, with his refined and chivalrous demeanor, felt an immediate connection with her. His heart stirred as he witnessed her unwavering determination to make everyone feel like they belonged, even the monsters hiding in plain sight. In her eyes, he found solace, a sanctuary that he thought would forever elude him.

Niklaus, known for his volatile nature, was immediately captivated by Amelia's bravery. She had an uncanny ability to see beyond his demonized façade. With her grace and compassion, she shattered the darkness that clouded his mind, transforming his fractures into a semblance of healing.

As the days turned into weeks, Elijah and Niklaus became fiercely protective of Amelia. They would often find themselves watching her from a distance, ensuring her safety and shouldering her troubles before she even knew they existed. It was their way of expressing an affection they had never felt before.

They would intervene when she faced the dangers of the supernatural world, using their ancient powers to shield her from harm. Their very existence became dedicated to easing her everyday worries, the weight of her burdens shifting onto their indestructible shoulders.

Amelia, although initially unaware of their supernatural heritage, could sense the power that emanated from the Mikaelsons, their loyalty and love a cloak that shielded her heart. She and Elijah developed a bond rooted in trust and understanding, like two lost souls finding solace in one another.

While with Niklaus, her fierce determination to protect him from the darkness within him led to moments of unexpected vulnerability. In his presence, she discovered a passion and fire she had never known, a love strong enough to consume the shadows that threatened to devour him.

But as they navigated the uncharted paths of their unconventional relationships, danger loomed silently nearby. Ancient enemies sought to destroy the Mikaelsons, unable to comprehend the newfound strength they derived from Amelia's love and unwavering presence.

Amelia found herself torn between the immortal world she had come to love and her desire for a normal life, free from the supernatural dangers that lurked at every corner. Yet despite the dangers, she couldn't pull herself away from the magnetism of Elijah's protective embrace or the undeniable connection she shared with Niklaus.

In the end, love prevailed, and Amelia chose to stand by the Mikaelsons' side, embracing their immortal world and all its complexities. Together, they faced the ancient foes and emerged victorious, their bonds strengthened by the battles they fought side by side.

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[satansapostle6]

Dangerous Men | Klaus Mikaelson

“Dangerous men make good pets.”

Regina makes a powerful friend in Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content

Chapter One: Cherry

Klaus Mikaelson watched like a predator stalking its prey. He knew he had more important things to be doing, but he couldn’t help himself. The way that girl danced was something he couldn’t explain.

He was under her spell in a way he’d never been with any woman before in his life. He never would’ve guessed that the devil could know heaven.

“Would you like a dance?”

Niklaus Mikaelson looked up, without consequence, as one of the girls working the floor of the club approached him.

“…No, thank you,” he shook his head politely, blue eyes locked on the beautiful dancer up on the pole with the long ebony locks and perfectly bronzed skin. “What’s her name?” he pointed, determined to find out everything he could.

“Cherry,” the young vampire informed him.

“No. Her real name,” Klaus insisted.

“But, Mr. Mikaelson,” the young woman began, “The club policy—”

“I don’t care about the fucking club policy,” he warned her, a threatening look in his eyes.

She immediately cleared her throat, terrified of the Original vampire.

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. Her name’s Regina.”

“Regina what?” he asked impatiently.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know,” the dancer apologized quickly. “You can ask Steve!” she provided.

Klaus Mikaelson grinned, finally having gotten somewhere. “Alright. I suppose I’m asking Steve.”

He found himself at the club until long after closing. After the customers cleared out and the dancers all made their way to the back, he waited patiently in front of the white Porsche parked out in the lot, the car he had found out belonged to Regina Lugo. She was outside within the next half hour at the most, lavish fur coat draped over her black dress.

Klaus’s eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman, cracking a darkly seductive smile as she dropped her arm, designer bag in her hand.

“Hello, love.”

“The club has security, you know,” Regina said curtly. “They stay until all of us leave”

Klaus chuckled, admiring her composure. “I’m not some customer asking for your number,” he told her patiently.

“Aren’t you, though?” she wondered.

It was becoming more difficult for him to contain his amusement. Regina was, of course, a beautiful woman. Beautiful in a different way than many of her coworkers. Her beauty was timeless, and sacred; there was something indescribably mystical about the darkness of her eyes and the natural cascade her hair.

“I don’t want your phone number, love,” he assured her, his voice nothing more than a suggestive purr.

“Then what do you want?” she asked him, still cautious of him. “Again, keep in mind, security.”

Klaus humored her, as if security could actually stop him.

“I’m not like all the others, you know,” he remarked, dangerous and debonair in his leather jacket. “I could actually give you what you want.”

“And what do you think it is I want?” Regina wondered, crossing her arms.

He smiled, understanding her skepticism of his character.

“Anything you want,” he promised, stepping closed as she just watched him, not quite disturbed enough by him to perceive him as an immediate threat. “I could offer you anything. Not just a spliff, or a Chanel bag.”

Regina looked at him with curiosity, pulled in by his confidence.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

“Niklaus Mikaelson,” he answered truthfully.

She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed as she tried to place him. The one thing Klaus liked about Regina was that she seemed resourceful, and strategic; she aimed to know everything about the world she was a part of, in order to thrive in it. Not necessarily conquer it, but thrive in it.

Her lack of trust in him, as well as her lack of enchantment, drew him in to her even more.

“You’re one of them,” she realized, looking into his dark blue eyes.

“‘One of’ what?” Klaus asked her coyly, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know exactly… But you're one of them. The ones who get whatever they want when they come in, week day or weekend. The ones who own this city,” she said thoughtfully. “And I’m not talking about through government, or corporations. You’re one of the ones who really own the city. Aren’t you?” she concluded.

Klaus felt himself genuinely impressed by her insight. She was smarter than most of the people in New Orleans, he gathered. She had put together almost all the pieces when most weren’t even aware of the puzzle.

“You’re a perceptive little thing, aren’t you?” he said softly, his undeniably handsome face only inches from hers.

She didn’t answer the rhetorical question. She didn’t seem afraid of him at all, like a little girl pressing her face against the glass at the zoo to see the pretty tiger.

“What are you, Niklaus?” Regina asked curiously. “A rock star? A millionaire? A gangster?”

The guesses she’d made were funny to him.

“Right question. Wrong solutions,” he assisted her.

“The club owners and some of the other girls are afraid of you,” she remarked, seeming to have deduced this completely on her own. “Why? I mean, it’s obvious you have some kind of money, and influence. But why?” she stared at him with curiosity.

“You’re a smart girl. Why don’t I let you figure it out for yourself?” Klaus encouraged her.

“And in the meantime?” Regina wondered, watching him as she observed everything about him.

He looked at her with sharp eyes as he made up his mind, determined to gain her complete trust. Her trust, he had realized, was something of value.

“Tell me something you want,” he told her, before changing his mind, “No. The thing you want. Something that can’t just be bought in a store… Something with character,” Klaus told her.

“Anything?” she questioned.

“Anything.”

“What if I wanted the queen’s jewels?” she asked him.

“Then I suppose you’d be getting the queen’s jewels, wouldn’t you?” Klaus said without a second thought.

She knew in the specific way that he’d said it that he was completely serious. This man could get her the queen’s jewels. Regina didn’t know how, exactly, but she could tell he could. There was a pause as she tried her best to test him.

“Carmela Soprano’s fur coat,” Regina decided, knowing the point she was making.

Klaus stopped with satisfaction as he eyed her, appreciating her sense of humor.

“That’s what you want?” he asked eagerly.

“That’s what I want,” Regina said with finality.

“Consider it done,” was all he had to say, before he completely disappeared.

Regina had no idea at all where he went, or how he had done it, but Klaus was just gone, nowhere to be seen as she was left panting softly as she tried to reason with her own mind as she quickly got into her car. There was something definitely strange about the man she’d met. What it was, she didn’t know.

All she knew was that everyone at the club had known who he was, to different degrees, and strictly referred to him as ‘Mr. Mikaelson’, even if he wasn’t in the room. Regina knew that it was impossible for people to just disappear into thin air, but she also knew that men with Niklaus Mikaelson’s influence may as well have been the gods of New Orleans.

She knew for sure that she’d made a powerful friend when she returned home to her apartment the following night to find a large, black garment bag hanging inside of her apartment, a note card hanging off of it bearing nothing but a set of initials.

- K.M.

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Chapter Two

[klausysworld]

hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?

Timeless Desire

Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.

His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.

"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.

Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.

His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.

"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?

"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.

"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.

"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.

"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.

He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.

"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.

"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.

They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.

When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.

They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.

"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.

But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.

She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.

But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.

Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.

She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"

Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.

So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.

Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.

They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.

However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.

But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.

He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.

He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.

Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.

It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.

Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.

Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.

He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.

They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.

"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.

Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.

"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.

"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"

"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"

"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.

"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.

"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."

"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.

"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.

"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.

His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.

A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.

Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.

That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.

"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.

They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.

Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.

He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.

"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"

Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"

Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.

Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.

"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.

He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.

Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.

As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.

Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.

Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.

They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.

The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.

Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.

"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.

The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.

His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.

It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.

His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.

"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.

Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.

"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.

Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.

"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.

The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.

Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.

Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.

Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.

Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.

Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.

He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.

Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.

"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.

"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"

"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.

Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.

He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.

Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.

[aklaustaleteller]

Could you make an imagine where Klaus Mikaelson is the father figure to the reader despite not being her real dad? And her birth father came back trying to take her but Klaus wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t let him take the reader?

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Klaus had just been taking a stroll through the woods when he finds himself walking towards the sounds of a beta's broken sobs. Seeing the little abandoned wolf, Klaus takes her home with him, hoping that he'd be able to become her safe place -- which he very successfully does. But what happens when Y/n's biological father returns after ages in hopes of getting her back?

Warnings - None really, other than the fact that it's quite sad (but with happy outcomes I promise <3)

Word Count - 4.0k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

I'm so so so sorry for my absence the past whole week but hey, this is quite literally a 4k worded fic! So hopefully that makes up for it? (Also, thank you for the request, lovely anon. Please do tell me if you like it!!)

Also! I took the idea of Y/n's wolf being a little out of control from this very very amazing fic written by the truly talented @klausysworld Please do give the fic a read, if you haven't already that is, hahah <3

Klaus had been taking a stroll through the woods, his feet carrying him just about anywhere while his mind sped through thoughts a million miles an hour. He made plans, then backed them up with another one, and then made another one, just in case. And he'd just lifted his leg to cross over a fallen tree when his body came to an unnatural halt.

He was never caught off guard, but right now, as he heard hushed sobs and a heart that was beating in a painfully broken rhythm, he couldn't help but gently continue his stroll – in a particular direction with an aim, this time.

His head tilted as he neared the source of the sound, his nose picking up on a beta scent. It had been way too long since he had come across a beta, his major interactions occurring with either other Alphas or Omegas, or Vampires. As well as some other species that rather got on his nerves, such as the witches. It intrigued him.

From quite afar, his eyes finally caught sight of a rather small frame crouched against the rough bark of a tree, a jerk shaking their body every time their back accidently met with it, followed by another painful but gritted howl.

But what made Klaus' frown deepen even further, was the sight of wolf ears growing from the person's head. He felt as though his eyes were deceiving him; he had never come across something like this and if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty sure that this was just an untrained little wolf -- or perhaps it was the strangeness making him think that there couldn't possibly be another mythical creature that was actually all too real.

So, he walked closer, his head a little ducked and shoulders bunched up on either side of his neck as he tried not to make any sound as that would surely startle the ...child, he realised.

The little frame, sobbing into their hands with their knees bunched up against their torso, belonged to a child. A werewolf child who was beginning to lose control of their wolf, and just then Klaus noticed a tail curling up against the little one's back in order to provide comfort.

He flinched when some wood broke unde his step, alerting the little girl and his heart cracked like a drought-stricken land when she jerked and looked up at him with eyes so big, full of fear swarming them and so much sadness that he could drown in it and not be found.

She immediately backed up into the tree, hissing sharply when her back met the unruly surface but not once did her eyes move away from him. Her lips trembled, a fat tear rolling down her cheek against her will and Klaus noted that the girl could not be older than a decade.

Taking another step towards her, Klaus froze when her wolf ears went back in, and a sob broke out of her mouth.

"Please, sir! I will do whatever you ask of me, but please don't hurt me," she shouted at him, fully breaking down into heart wrenching sobs as she tried to get up on wobbly legs but fell to the ground right away due to the tremor coursing through her body.

Tears blurred his vision for a second before he took the final step toward her which brought him close enough to sit on his knees beside her and rest his hand on her head.

"It's alright, little wolf. I'm not here to harm you," Klaus whispered, feeling her body falling into shambles under his touch. But when she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes, he couldn't help but pass her a reassuring smile.

"You are safe with me, sweetheart," he said, now weaving his hand across her forehead to brush away the hair that stuck to it. "Yes?" He asked her with a soft nod, bringing her closer to his chest when she too, nodded. Her eyes were still uncertain but he could tell that it won't take long for her to let go.

This was a child, full of enough naivety to trust a stranger and Klaus was more than glad that he’d found her before someone else could’ve. And maybe his Alpha scent provided her with the extra comfort that she most likely needed, but Klaus wasn’t complaining.

So he rested his back against the tree this time and let her sit in his lap, his arms around her in a way that cocooned her away from whatever that had pained her so terribly, and ready to protect her from anything that came her way with poisonous intentions.

His heart clenched inside his chest when the little girl curled up against him, finally letting the sobs rake through her body and for all the sadness to cause havoc inside her little heart before it left her alone for good.

And for some reason, Klaus just knew to avoid her back. It was clear that she was hurt over there somehow, making him rub his hand up and down her arm instead, and rock the two of them side to side for a little bit. Slowly and slowly, her wails turned into softer sobs and then finally, Klaus heard her heartbeat go back to a normal pace again.

He looked down to see if she'd cried it all out, wanting her to tell him about the culprit who had hurt her like this but when he found that she had slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, he didn't even think once before carrying her home with him, covering her up under his duvet while he sat on the sofa across the bed, looking at her and telling himself that there was no way he was going to be able to let her go.

He just felt something between them, something that brought them closer in a way he had never experienced before. He felt like he was supposed to love her, care for her, teach her all about the world and show her the wonders. He felt like taking her responsibility, giving her his last name and raising her protected from the world.

Perhaps it was because he, somewhere, saw his inner child in her. The child that so helplessly begged for just some love from his father and got the horrifying abuse instead. 

Klaus wanted to take her under his wing and be there for her while she grew up. He wanted this very clearly abandoned little wolf to call him her father, and his brothers her uncles and his sisters her aunts.

He couldn't sleep all night, fearing that she'd wake up and ask for her actual parents. And he knew he'd take her back in an instant if she wanted to, but it would tear him apart into uncountable and unrecognisable shreds.

And so, he waited all night for her to wake up and hopefully deny him when he'd ask her if she wanted to go back home. And Klaus would go to hell and back to build her a home; to become her home.  

But despite his stubborn decision to stay up and look after her, Klaus awoke to something soft and comforting touching his whatever exposed skin. And as he cracked open his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring inside his room and one of his blankets was draped over him. And he knew it hadn’t been on him for long as he had felt it sliding across his frame, and yet he couldn’t catch sight of the carer. 

That was, until he began getting up and he looked down to find the little girl, sitting beside his feet and looking up at him with doe eyes full of ...joy. He noted that the girl was happy to see that he was finally awake, her heartbeat picking up just a little as a smile slid on her mouth. 

“Thank you, Alpha,” the girl mumbled shyly, placing her hands on his knees while she began standing up. And Klaus’ arms instantly went ahead in order to prevent her from falling but she didn’t stumble once, reminding him that she probably had werewolf healing powers that performed with a slight delay due to her young age. 

Klaus opened his mouth to say something but when the girl warily wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the very tip of her toes to do so, he found himself caught off guard, once again. But regardless, he hugged her back rather tightly, lifting her off the ground and bringing her on the sofa. 

“Are you okay now, little wolf? Does it still hurt?” Klaus asked her, one of his hands cupping her face while the other cradled her. And his heart swooned when she curled up on him just like the night prior, but this time only soft breaths passed through her mouth. 

“The wounds have healed, Alpha,” she mumbled, almost hiding her face by tucking it away in his chest. “But my heart still hurts, I think,” her voice wavered as she confessed, now clenching his henley in her fist due to the unease it brought to her.

“Oh, little wolf,” Klaus sighed, his eyebrows turned into an upside down frown as he looked upon her with pity. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He whispered, cautious so she wouldn’t shut him off, even though she was too young to know of such a thing.

“My father, he – he kicked me out of the pack yesterday,” she told him with a quivering voice, tears beginning to pool in her eyes once again. “He told me – he said that he doesn’t love me… that – that he never has!” She cried out, a sob aching her throat and wrapping itself around it so tightly that it was almost beginning to choke her. 

“He said he doesn’t love me,” she repeated, her body now shaking in Klaus arms as his heart crumpled inside his chest as he noted just how much she cared and felt, and that she was having to relive it again right now. 

“Why did he kick you out, darling?” Klaus asked, wanting to end her misery and just a one line answer would be enough for him to go over and slaughter the entire pack.

“He wanted me to learn how to handle the pack once he wouldn’t be there anymore, how – how to be an Alpha,” she told him, tears flowing out of her eyes that had now grown bloodshot red. 

And just then, her ears popped out of her head once again, and Klaus couldn’t help but pet the welted ears in order to help her calm down. 

“But I didn’t want to! I – I don’t want to take charge after him!” She told Klaus, this time her voice changed its tone to be more convincing and desperate. She sat upright, trying to show Klaus just how much she’d rather work behind the scenes than take the lead officially.

“It’s okay, little wolf – you won’t have to anymore,” Klaus reassured the girl, weaving his fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll be here with me, safe and sound, and I will love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, looking into her eys with the purest sincerity.

“I truly love you, little wolf,” Klaus said softly at recieving a questioning look from her, asking if he honestly meant what he was saying. “And I will always show you love.”

She brightened up at that, the shine of a couple stars returning to her eyes as she got up, but then saddened again. “But what about home?” She asked, her tears beginning to dry up on her cheeks as she wiped them away. 

“Do you wish to go home?”

“No,” she trailed off, looking away from his eyes as if guilty, causing Klasu to cup her cheeks and turn her back to face him. 

“Then I’ll be your home, little wolf,” he smiled at her. “Yes?” 

The girl nodded, quickly leaning in to press a kiss on his dimpled cheek. 

“What’s your name, darling?” 

“Y/n, Alpha,” she answered him, and Klaus wanted more than anything for her to call him her father or dad, but knew that he should give her some time. 

“Lovely,” he grinned, taking her in his arms and getting up to let her in the shower and then introduce her to the rest of the Mikaelsons. 

And it wasn’t long before Klaus found himself officially adopting Y/n, making her  a Mikaelson and his heart had swollen inside his ribs when she’d so shyly asked him if she could finally call him her father. 

Over the first couple months only Klaus noticed that her gentle and empathetic nature valued deep and personal connections with people over power and attention. He also learned that the reason she hid her high intelligence and outstandingness in whatever field she chose, was because that was simply ingrained in her beta personality. 

So, gradually, books all about betas began to fill shelves in their library quarter of the house. 

“Father!” Came in a shrieking voice, followed by his ears picking up on a rapid heartbeat and he was out of the bed in an instant, checking her over to see if she was hurt and he only shook his head when he found that Kol had just been chasing her around the house, early in the morning to keep her interest while Freya made breakfast for her. 

“Good morning, little wolf,” Klaus grinned, picking her up off the ground and spinning with her in his hold, pressing as many kisses as he could all over her face as she pressed her palm against his face to keep his stubble away.

Loud giggles and squeaks echoed throughout the mansion as Klaus brought her back to bed with him, letting her lay on top of him.

It quite hurt him that she was too tall to curl up on him now, but it still felt good when her heart pressed up against his despite the many layers of bones and skin and clothing keeping them apart. 

“Uncle Kol was chasing me with his vampire speed! Tell him that that’s not fair!” She whined, looking pointedly at Kol who was shaking his head at the door. 

“You’re a wolf, little one,” Klaus began, pulling her attention back on him. “You can outrun anyone,” he smiled. 

Y/n contemplated that for a second before she moved to sit upright beside him with a pout on her mouth. “Anyone but you, father.”

Klaus laughed at that, tackling her back into bed. “You do not wish to outrun me, now do you, little wolf?” He asked her, getting out of bed and letting her cling to him on his chest as he went downstairs. He knew that as a wolf, she preferred to nuzzle anywhere she found warmth, and that his chest was one of her favourite places. 

Sitting her down on the chair next to him, Klaus let her eat her food by herself. Sure, the honey did drizzle down her chin once but he didn’t mind, instantly cleaning it up with his thumb before it could’ve slipped down any further. 

Elijah asked her questions about the storybook he had bought her a couple days prior, Rebekah asked her if the girl wanted to help her aunt pick out a dress, Kol warned her against it by threatening to chase her and Freya smacked all of them on the back of their heads, telling them off to let you eat.

“Father, are you free to paint with me after this?” Y/n asked, looking at him with eyes that had truly unintentionally turned similar to a little puppy’s. 

Klaus finished his food, noting another thing that her shyness had truly dissipated into thin air. And all that it had left behind was politeness and some convincing eyes that could get the devil to let go of a deal.

“Of course, Y/n,” he smiled, getting up and grinning when she trotted behind him happily with her own empty plate in her hand. He watched as she put it in the sink and washed her hands and mouth, letting her chug down her orange juice for once as he wiped his own mouth. 

Once again, she followed him back inside his studio like a lost puppy. Klaus came back out with the heavier and the majority of supplies in his hands while Y/n skipped behind him with the paints and the brushes in hers.

Walking into the front yard, Klaus set down all of their stuff and sat himself in front of her, chuckling when he noticed that she’d already begun twirling her brush around on her canvas, not a single thought in her mind as she let out anything that flashed in front of her eyes, onto the paper. 

Klaus on the other hand, decided to make a painting of colours chosen from her hair. Every colour he saw in the midst of her hair strands, he put it on his canvas, slowly and slowly morphing into a tree’s bark.

And when he checked upon her canvas to see where her painting was going, he felt his dimples dig inside his cheeks at the sight of every and any shade of green that she could find – perhaps in his eyes, Klaus realized when she raised her head to look into his eyes and went back to working. 

Almost all of his days went like this, waking up to her running into his room after having had a shower, holding her in his arms for a little then taking her down for breakfast, where she would convince him to paint with her for a little.

After that he’d let her go off with Eilajh to read and learn some other things by Freya that she probably needed to learn. He would be out of the mansion during that, out to mind his business and kill his own minions because of their brave stupidity. 

When he’d return to the mansion, Y/n would sleepily trod out of her bed and into his arms, let him pick her up and take her to bed where he’d just hold her and tell her how much he loved her, because someone had probably already read her a story or two. 

Some nights she would wake up crying from a nightmare about her biological father, and then she would find herself running into Klaus’ arms which were already open, having heard her rushed footsteps and broken sobs. 

Her wolf ears no longer popped out since Klaus had spent an insurmountable time helping her take her wolf under her control, but every once in a while, depending upon how bad the nightmare was, her tail would creep out of her shirt and curl itself either around Klaus’ arms or her own back, which Klaus didn’t object at seeing that she only did this when she was crying in his arms.

But once they’d finish painting, Y/n would run into the house with her and Klaus’ painting to show them off to her uncles and aunts, leaving Klaus behind to clean up the mess. But he didn’t mind it one bit, only laughing when she’d come back looking guilty and saying that she was sorry that she’d once again forgotten to help him clean up in her excitement. 

And that’s exactly what had happened just now. 

“It’s okay little wolf,” Klaus assured her. “You know I don’t mind it,” he said and let her hug him to show him just how bad she felt.

He rubbed her back, and got up with her hand in his, looking down at the back of her head and smiling as she led their way back inside. 

“Wait father!” She paused her walking. “Look, the weather has taken a turn,” she stated, pointing at the sky in which angry clouds had begun swirling, the fluffy white ones long gone. 

“Does that mean it’s reading time?” 

“Yes!” The girl shrieked, jumping up and down, making Klaus laugh as she ran off to meet up with Elijah. 

He caught himself grinning long after she had left his line of sight and shook his head, a smile still pasted on his mouth as he turned around to rule over the so-called supernatural adults whom even Y/n was smarter than. 

“I see you’ve taken a liking to playing her father, Niklaus,” a rough voice said from behind, and while it hadn’t caught Klaus off guard, what had was the fact that this man was brave and dumb enough to step a foot in such close proximity to him. 

Surely, he must have come with a death wish. 

“Roman,” Klaus said out loud the name of Y/n’s biological father, his voice full of venom and he could’ve spat at the man in front of him. “I see you’re feeling daring today, perhaps even like dying?” He proposed, taking a threatening step towards the man. 

Klaus had, the very next night of when he’d found Y/n, went on to slaughter Roman’s entire pack. He had let the man live since he wanted him to see and live through his own daughter's hatred towards him. So much hatred that she didn’t even look his way anymore, let alone call him her father.

“Let’s not get this messy, Niklaus,” Roman started but before he could’ve finished, Klaus had him pinned against the very door frame he was leaning so cockily on. 

“I’m not your friend, Roman,” he gritted through his teeth, knowing that he didn’t need to clarify any further as to what he meant by that. 

“Sir,” Roman started, stretching his neck. “I want my daughter back,” he said.

Red flashed in front of Klaus’ eyes as he sped towards Roman, tearing through his flesh and ribs to clench his heart in his fist. “I would’ve been a fan of such bravery had you not made the mistake of calling her your daughter when she fucking refuses to even recognise you,” Klaus finally spat at him, his grip on his heart so tight that it could burst due to the pressure. 

“I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat if you dare once again to call my daughter, yours, or call your lame excuse of a self, her father,” he said, pulling on his heart lightly. “She is mine, and I love her and this is her home now.”

“I am her home,” he gritted his teeth so hard that they could’ve shattered. 

Roman’s frame was beginning to get blue, knocking the realisation into Klaus that his hold on his heart was so hard that it was struggling to beat. “Go to the opposite side of the world and never look back here again,” Klaus compelled him, finally taking his hand back out of his chest. 

“Now off you go,” he said, maybe shooed. “I am sure you know that a wolf bite can only be cured by my blood,” he hissed venomously, his eyes shining golden as vampire streaks drew themselves through his skin.

And once Roman had finally sped out, Klaus let out a breath and his heart to rest again, his hands trembling at the thought of what could’ve happened right now had he not been who he truly is. 

Rushing into his room to clean himself off, Klaus rushed back out to Y/n who was currently sitting in front of Elijah. 

“Little wolf!” Klaus called for her as he stood at the doorway of the room, his vision getting blurry when she came running to him with the biggest smile on her face. 

“Yes father? Missed me, didn’t you?” She giggled teasingly, wrapping her arms around him and Klaus couldn’t help but nuzzle in the nape of her neck, holding her tightly against him as he kneeled on the floor and felt a tear slip past the slit of his eyes. 

“I love you, my little wolf,” he said, whimpering. 

“Oh, I love you too, father,” she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “You should know that I’ll always be your little wolf.”

“Forever and always, my precious” Klaus breathed, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek before resting his forehead against it for a moment, breathing in her scent and reminding himself that she’d also become his home now. 

[starlightandfairies]

Ahhh your writing is just perfect! ❤️ I dare for another idea hehe 🫶🏼 just maybe something where you're dating but you get incredibly jealous as Katherine appears back in town and you know of their past. So you think it would be better to step back for a while but Elijah notices immediately and misses you as you not show up at any occurrence. He later finds you at the Grill, talking with the Salvatores about that topic and Elijah eavesdropped the whole conversation, finally realizing what's wrong with you and feeling bad for this to happen, as he only has eyes and feelings towards you. Then one night he invites you over to his house and tells you about his feelings and that you don't have to worry about Katherine as she's long forgotten to him and he proves that to you that night? ☺️ Ugh I love cute and fluffy Elijah !

Description: With Katherine back in town, knowing Elijah's past with Katherine brings some unwanted shades of jealousy to the reader. 

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

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Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, F/fs = favourite flowers

Word Count: 1,279

First Person's POV 

Elijah and I currently sat in my favourite café, it was normally very quiet and once again today was one of those days. Elijah stared at me with admiration, he held my hand softly in his, rested small kisses on my knuckles and whispered words of devotion. 

"I'm just going to run to the bathroom." Elijah nodded, resting another kiss on my hand and finally let me go off to the bathroom, I did what I needed to do and finally came back out. I stopped in my tracks, seeing a brunette talking to Elijah, he looked less than impressed, he looked pissed and I could only assume what that meant. 

"Katherine." I simply stated, choosing to sit beside Elijah instead of across from him, the woman forced a smile to her lips the resting bitch look not fading from her eyes. I could feel this twinge of hurt and jealousy invading my being. Katherine took it upon herself to sit down and join us, Elijah let go of my hand and the once gentle and tender look that decorated his features was long gone. 

"What was your name again...?" 

"Y/n" I answered, hating the way she stared at Elijah, I knew of their past as Elijah had been quite open about his past relationships. Katherine nodded, shrugging and turned her attention to Elijah. I grabbed my things, kissed his cheek and pushed myself up to leave. 

"Bonnie wanted me to do something, I'll see you later." Elijah nodded, staring at me for a moment, I walked out before anything could be said and made my way to Bonnie's house. I asked Bonnie to do a spell, something that would allow me to go under the radar and not be found by Elijah considering that I would be distancing myself from the love of my life to conceal the ugly green monster. 

I had been cancelling dates, vague answers over the phone and would leave quickly with some bullshit excuse if Elijah appeared out of the blue. I could tell he could sense something was, I didn't want to mention that something was wrong and he hadn't questioned my actions. 

Elijah's POV 

Something was wrong with Y/n I couldm't place my finger on what it was, I couldn't understand what had happened and why she decided to almost disappear. I was missing her dearly, I missed seeing her smile, I missed her silly little jokes and her ability to make all my world seem so much better against all the issues going down. I missed her little rambles she would go on, the point is that I miss her and I don't know how to bring her back to me. 

I had finally been able to catch the trail and follow her around, see if I could understand what was going on and it took me to the Grill. I stood near the bar, blending into the ground and proceeded to listen in on her conversation with the Salvatore brothers. 

"I know it's silly of me but I can't help but be jealous." 

"Come on, you know that the noble fossil wouldn't cheat on you." Damon remarked, a clear roll of the eyes that made Y/n whack him lightly. 

"I being serious Damon! I know he has history with Katherine, when he was human he loved Tatia and then he found Katherine. What if her coming back brings back the feelings? I can't stand the idea of him leaving me for her and I don't want that to happen."

"Y/n have you tried speaking with Elijah? You know he'd hear you out and he'll be respectful of what you're going through." I let out a breath, I clenched my eyes shut, hating in myself for not reading the signs. If I knew sooner I would've done everything in my power to reassure Y/n that the only person my heart sings for is her. 

"He's a 1000+ year old vampire, he has more important things than dealing with my petty feelings." 

"Y/n listen here. Elijah worships the ground you walk on, he wouldn't think any less of you for worring about Katherine. We all know what Katherine is like and you have every reason to be worrying about it." Damon's response seemed to freeze her in her place. 

"Thank you..." 

Four nights later, I invited Y/n to come over, I will admit I was surprised when she agreed. We journed to my bedroom, she placed herself on the bed, fiddled with her hands and I took this as an opportunity to shut down the feelings of doubt and jealousy. 

"Y/n the other night, I overheard you speaking to the Salvatores about what's been going on..." She buried her face in her  hands, looking ashamed and worried about what I could possibly say. I sat beside her, took her hand and cupped her face in my other hand to ensure she met my eyes. 

"I understand your worries completely. I understand and I want you to know, that Katherine does not matter to me. She hasn't for 500 years. All I care about is you, no one else matters to me, just you. I love you with all my heart, I love your smile and your little jokes. I love when you leave me a note with a little picture, I worship the ground you walk on and I will go to hell back to prove that I love you as much as I do. I am awfully sorry that you haven't felt as if you could speak to me and I feel awful that this happened. But please, my love... know that I would never ever dream of breaking your heart and leaving you alone. You have my word, I promise you that I won't let the devil of a woman try and break us apart because she is long forgetten." 

She took a few breaths, Y/n moved closer to me, rested a kiss upon my forehead and took a moment before finding the courage to speak. 

"I am sorry, I'm sorry that I didn't come to you, I'm sorry I didn't allow you to know what was going on. It was fair of me to shut you out when you haven't done anything to warrent it. Please forgive me." 

"There's nothing to apologise or forgive for. My love, let me prove to you my undying and everlasting love for you." Her shy little smile brought a smile to my lips, I cupped her face in my hands, bringing her in for a kiss and listened to her hum as I brought her into my arms for an embrace, Y/n took a moment to breathe and whispers softly into my ear. 

"i love you, Elijah. I love you more than you'll ever know." 

"I love you more my love." 

First Person's POV 

Late into the night, we lay in each other's arms, Elijah and I lay naked under the blankets. My headed rest on his chest, he took my hand away lying across him and brought my hand to rest a sweet and longing kiss against my palm. The action was enough to keep my smile stuck on my lips and it was enough for me to snuggle in closer to him with my hand resting in his and his tender eyes continuing to made me feel incredibly loved and devoted to. 

[mysticalmallard]

🦆: One of my first posts, please let me know if you spot any mistakes or if the links don't work

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x reader

Warnings: none

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Gentle Mornings With Niklaus

☆ Niklaus never really sleeps for long periods of time (poor boy is always paranoid about what his "enemies" could be planning)

☆ But he doesn't mind spending the very early mornings watching and listening to your rhythmic breathing it's one of his favourite pastimes

☆ it reminds him that you are still here...with him

☆ it still baffles him that someone he sees as pure and perfect is actually with him

☆ and there he will lay tenderly holding you, hoping that you can still feel his warmth in your dreams (like he feels yours in his)

☆ when he feels you begin to stir, he turns to you and softly caresses your cheek and watches your eyes open

☆ with a hushed "good morning love" he'll kiss your head and tuck strands of hair behind your ear

☆ that first smile from you is the highlight of his mornings

☆ on nights when he is feeling particularly restless, he will slowly untangle himself from you gently so as not to wake you in search of something to distract his busy mind

☆ Painting is often what he finds himself drawn to, and what better to paint than his favourite muse

☆ most of the time, he'll carefully, without noise, bring the canvas into your shared room ready to paint your relaxed form in the gentle glow from the moon

☆ hours go by like this with very little noise other than your gentle breaths and brush on canvas

☆ another priceless art piece for his ever growing collection

☆ he could spend forever painting you

[nikmikaelsonstuff]

Modeling suits him.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Random Thought: Klaus Mikaelson

Goth Girlfriend

No one ever expected Klaus to have an interest in you…least of all you.

Everyone thought he had a thing for Caroline but you came to realize that was more of a spite Tyler thing than anything.

To Klaus, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever met, though most people wouldn’t agree and he would be the first to tell them to ‘Fuck Themselves’. Having a grumpy goth girlfriend wasn’t something Klaus had ever really experienced but as he was used to being the ‘grumpy’ one in the relationship it did throw him off a bit…as well as everyone else. Elijah would have thought it would be a cold day in hell before Klaus was the cheerful one but here he is, smiling as his favorite girl once again drilled her fist into Damon Salvatore’s face for insulting her boyfriend.

Klaus loved spoiling you but he quickly came to realize you didn’t always like the things he spoiled most women with. Rather than roses that he would usually bring women he would order black calla lilies or black tulips in a more gothic bouquet which had you swooning, loving how far he went to make you happy. You didn’t like normal fancy restaurants and while he would still take you for a fancy night every once in a while he was more likely to find a date you would enjoy. Your first date actually being at a drive in showing a horror movie double feature. He was shocked at how much you truly enjoyed it.

The hardest thing for him to get used to was probably the music, and to your credit you did try to take it easy on him with it, knowing his typical taste in music wasn’t so…heavy. He eventually got used to it, loving how much fun you had singing along whenever he took you somewhere so he became accustomed and actually saved most of your favorite bands to his phone.

If someone ever told him he would have a band called Ice Nine Kills on his phone one day he would have snapped their neck but it made you happy and Klaus would do anything to see your rare smiling face.

He even went so far as to buy you tickets to your favorite band and seeing Klaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid, a man that has lived through 1000 years of life, the renaissance, the Victorian era, every American war ever, seeing him in a Motionless in White Mosh Pit was truly the best thing you’ve ever witnessed and he was Rewarded for that one big time!

The biggest thing to you was that he put up with you. You know that you can be difficult, your attitude leaves a lot to be desired at the best of times but you do love him and you often try to take time to show him that. Those are his favorite days, your soft snuggly days where you try your best to remind him over and over how much you love him.

He puts up with a lot from you and he knows you do the same for him, that’s what a relationship is and you wouldn’t give your relationship with Klaus up for anything in the world.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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