#threads ; ( KLAUS )

[starsvein]

A soft thud hit his cap before a small object bounced off it. Out of instinct, Veoc caught the item before it hit the ground and saw, to his surprise, that it was a tiny sculpture of a humanoid female with wings.

It was also cold to the touch, like ice—but showed no signs of melting in his palm.

He looked up again, seeing only a canopy of trees. Where had this thing come from?

The next second, a large shadow obscured his vision as a winged figure flew by overhead.

@anghexescu

[redrosedaddy]

“You… You made me this way. You broke me and I broke him. I can try, but I think you’re the one person I can never forgive.”

The soft words went inside him like a bomb. His chest, caved in for a moment.

Guilt masticated him back and forth until he wasn't there.

Yet, he couldn't do anything but clutch it.

It was justice.

His lips wanted to utter apology after apology, but his words were cheap in this. He can't undo anything not fix anything, only worsen it even more.

His smile was for her benefit as were the words. "And that's alright dear. I don't deserve it."

He wanted to mirror a forgotten action, yet it felt wrong wrong wrong wrong like everything he did and touched and loved and did and -

He would only destroy her further.

"The only way to get whole again, is going back from the beginning. Only the both of you have the right to decide what to do with the rest of my life." He kept emotions out of it.

His eyes were downcast, he couldn't see her eye to eye.

"Disentangle and then go back together, only then you would be back whole. The only thing I can offer you both is your names back, if you want them that is." The words rang hollow, unimportant and meaningless.

"But that's just the mutterings of an old fool." He was nothing and could do nothing and everything and him were pointless in a sea of void.

A deep breathe.

"I know my apology is insufficient but I'm beyond sorry. Tell me dear, what do I owe you?"

He wished for a punishment so severe it broke him again. Maybe then he can be something else. Maybe he can finally be reborn as a proper human.

Maybe then he can love in a way that didn't consume everything in his wake.

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@little-miss-buffy | liked this for a small starter

"You wanna know what your problem is?" Klaus asked, looking over at the blonde for a moment. She was frustrating by all means, and so was what he was feeling towards her. Falling for her hadn't been intended. It just happened and maybe this wasn't the best way to confront it. But yet here he was doing it. There were times that Klaus didn't think things all the way through.

[traumatise]

@fcte-stolen !

the white oak is still inside him, even hours upon hours later. his skin is slick all over with sweat, his back raw and covered in his own blood after all his ceaseless, pathetic attempts to claw it open and end his own suffering. he's considered and immediately discarded the idea of seeking stefan out. calls to his siblings, too, have gone unanswered—they're dead they're dead they're all dead—and have left him infuriatingly and terrifyingly alone. he could go for his hybrids, knows that at the very least brianna would try to end this for him ... before likely throwing herself too far into harm's way to obtain revenge on his behalf.

he spends the very last of his energy on the arrival to caroline's house. he doesn't know why he does; because she's his last chance, or because he was just here days prior, saving her life. but arrive he does, gasping with exertion and this lingering, crushing devastation as he presses his forehead to her door. at this point it may be the only thing holding him upright. "caroline," he grits out, slapping a palm too weakly against her door. "caroline."

[the-commissions-deadliest]

@theseance444 + CONTINUED FROM HERE

Sat at a booth in a dark corner of the bar glass of whisky in hand, Cha-Cha had been watching Klaus like a hawk well before the venue closed. Her head occupied only by thoughts of revenge for the trouble he had caused her, she had followed him from the bar. She had watched him walk into the convenience store and followed suit.

The door chimed as it opened; it was a happy kind of sound, a contrast to the frustration that Cha-Cha was feeling. It was infuriating really, that such a pathetic man had caused her so many issues as of late. Stepping into the convenience store she quickly surveyed her surroundings; empty aside from her and her target. And aside from the employee behind the counter but if he got caught in the cross fire then so be it. For a moment there’s a sense of calm, a silence broken only by the sound of an upbeat pop song playing over the store’s speakers.

Wasting no time, she briskly walked down isle between shelves. Clenching her fists, it doesn’t take long for her to corner him in the back of the store. This time there was nowhere for him to run.

“Should’ve thought of that before you stole from the motel room.”

With no hesitation she took a step forward and in one fluid movement drove her first towards his face with a solid punch.

“Oh so you think you’re in the position to be making threats.”

[foundationbuilt]

If Klaus knew how fun being married was , he might have done it a long time ago. The thought brought an amused smirk to his mouth as he tilted his head to the side on the pillow , surveying the sweat-coated mess of his wife , his precious doppelganger. She was always so exhausted afterwards , her fragile human body not able to withstand his hybrid stamina ( even he was amazed by that , how his strength and speed and abilities had increased , expanded , from what he would have been not that long ago ; and again , the knowledge of how much better he was these days had his blood pumping from exhilaration as well as anger , because it had been half a millennia he had been denied who he was ... )

In an effort to distract himself from such thoughts ( his mother , his father , that nightmare of a night and all those that followed ) Klaus instead settled on Katerina's rapid heartbeat. One of the things he found incredibly displeasing about their sexual activities was that he couldn't bite her , except sparingly in the heat of the moment when she could mistake it for pleasure , not realizing that he was drinking ; fortunately , the sensation could be extremely pleasurable when done correctly. Even so , Klaus was used to being able to drink till he was content , having his bed a little bit more ... messy in the aftermath. He comforted himself with the knowledge that he could snatch a maid on the way to breakfast , excusing himself for a bathroom break ; it would be delicious to sit across from his wonderfully devoted lover with the taste of blood still lingering on his tongue , accompanied by the flush in her cheeks every time she looked at him. It was an intoxicating thought , exciting in the promise of something to come , and in the meantime he allowed his ears to settle onto her heartbeat pounding like a drum ( thump-thump , thump-thump , thump-thump ) , slowly but steadily settling into a gentler rhythm. It was satisfying , comforting even in its familiarity , but then something else caught his attention ; in the quietness of their chambers , it should be only the two of them — so where was the other heartbeat coming from ...?

It took Klaus a long moment to realize the additional heartbeat was originating from Katerina, quieter ( softer , less steady ) than her own but undeniably there , now that he was listening for it. It took several more before the realization of how such a possibility existed sank in to Klaus' baffled mind: she was with child.

Quick as a flash , faster than he would have moved around her prior , he was sitting up straight and staring down at her , sprawled tiredly in their sheets , with a growing anger lost in bewilderment. How dare she —

❝ What have you done ? ❞ Klaus demanded , the words almost lost in a growl rumbling deep in his chest . The question was pointless , however ; it was clear what she had done. More importantly — ❝ Who ? Who have you dared to — ❞ He couldn't even get the words out , infuriated , a red cloud overcoming his mind. That she would even think of betraying him in such a manner ... ❝ To think of all the betrayals you could have made ... ❞ To think of how he could have possibly missed it ; to have become as foolish as Mikael , to have his wife lay with another , to sire a child out of wedlock ... ❝ Did you think me a fool ? Was this your plan all along ? ❞

Had she thought him stupid enough to believe it would be his own , to raise it like his own so that her child could have the nobility of a lord ? Her naivety could be contributed to her ignorance of his true nature , but for her to have even given it the thought ... Klaus heaved out a harsh breath , fist clenching in the bedsheet and ripping easily through the fabric. The next clench would be around her throat , stuffing out this lustrous whore as quick as he had his mother , if she did not confess to the sins she had committed ( and yes , even after that ).

[stefanoasalvatore]

@traumatise

🩸 → for all the knowledge he'd come to gain in his time on this earth, stefan salvatore doubted there was a guide to the evolution of werewolf bites in vampires. no accurate account for the way the venom ate away at the body and mind, setting every nerve aflame in it's wake. it was the opposite effect of turning of ones humanity - he felt everything so much more intensely.

emotionally drained, his mind was stuck living through memories, sometimes even taking him along with it, to the last time he'd been so close to the mikaelson, to the king himself, of the grief he'd put elena gilbert through, the sting of betrayal of katherine pierce forever changing the trajectory of his life. damon may have promised him an eternity of misery, but he didn't need to lift a finger, every eighty years give or take he'd found it himself... fallen in love too deeply only to be bured in the aftermath... though this time he'd harmed elena far more than she had ever harmed him.

his penance came in the form of the bite, of the hallucinations, the anguish and agony, the unending hunger, the sweat pouring down his face in a way hit hadn't since he was just a boy in the field, and now... now the weakness he was feeling in his knees. as he saw klaus, stuck in the uncertainty of whether it was real or not, he knew it wouldn't be long now.

"come to see me off, old friend?"

[sunsage]

to: all from: monkey king, the great sage equal to heaven

[txt]: hey, if anyone else decides to have a bright idea to fight on the floating islands again, here's a piece of advice for you: [txt]: Don't.

[thewiickedones]

@paralyziingfears Asked:

❛  where are you taking me?  ❜ / from elena gilbert to klaus mikaelson !

《✧》   ━━     Klaus's   lips   curled   into   that   infuriating   smirk   most   had   come   to   both   dread   and   anticipate.   His   eyes,   ancient   and   knowing,   glinted   in   the   moonlight   as   he   guided   her   through   the   cobblestone   streets   of   New   Orleans.   ❛   Patience,   love,   ❜   he   replied,   his   accent   thickening   with   amusement.   ❛   If   I   told   you,   it   would   ruin   the   surprise,   wouldn't   it   ?   ❜   He   turned   to   face   her   fully,   something   shifting   in   his   expression—a   flicker   of   genuine   emotion   breaking   through   his   carefully   crafted   facade.   ❛   No   trick   this   time,   ❜   he   said,   his   voice   uncharacteristically   soft.   ❛   This   is   about   information.   Something   you   need   to   know   about   the   doppelgänger   bloodline.   Something   I've   kept   hidden   for   centuries.   ❜   He   stopped   to   face   her.   ❛   Perhaps   I've   grown   sentimental   in   my   old   age,   ❜   Klaus   replied,   extending   his   hand   to   her   once   more.   ❛   Or   perhaps   our   interests   finally   align.   Either   way,   we're   wasting   precious   time.   ❜   Klaus   tilted   his   head,   moonlight   casting   shadows   across   his   features.   ❛   Consider   this,   sweetheart—if   I   wanted   you   dead,   would   I   be   offering   a   guided   tour   ?   ❜

 Klaus   interrupted,   his   fingers   closing   around   hers   with   surprising   gentleness.   ❛   What   I'm   about   to   show   you   predates   even   my   family's   turning.   A   secret   chamber   beneath   the   old   church   where   the   witches   once   worshipped.   ❜   He   led   her   down   a   narrow   alleyway,   past   buildings   draped   in   vines   and   history.   ❛   The   Petrova   bloodline   isn't   what   you   think,   ❜   Klaus   continued,   his   voice   low   as   they   descended   stone   steps   that   seemed   to   materialize   from   nowhere.   ❛   Your   blood,   the   Petrova   blood,   ❜   Klaus   continued,   circling   the   altar   with   practiced   familiarity,   ❛   it's   not   just   mystically   significant—it's   the   key   to   something   my   mother   feared   more   than   her   own   children.   ❜   He   reached   out,   tracing   one   of   the   ancient   symbols   with   his   fingertips.   The   carving   seemed   to   respond   to   his   touch,   glowing   faintly   before   fading   again.

[saltedair]

closed for @rcvcrics ( klaus ! )

the blonde was leaving her job for the day, walking out of the building and nearly dropping all of her things. for one thing, she always thought that perhaps being a vampire now would have helped any clumsiness get away, but it seemed it never did. she didn't think she was that clumsy in her lifetime, but maybe now she was just all of her thoughts preoccupied with everything. so as she bent down to gather her things she heard footsteps approaching her and called out, "watch your step, you might either step on me or something i dropped from my bag."

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@hayleylabonairmarshall | Liked this for a closed small starter

Klaus never admitted whenever he needed help. It was hard for him to come to terms with that. Actually being able to ask for help. But Hayley, the mother of his child had become a close friend to him. So he felt like she was the only one that could help. "You're the only one that can help me." Klaus stated, looking over at her. "I'm starting to feel something that I shouldn't be." Feelings were also difficult for him to process.

[ofyorkshire]

ouhh, what i wouldn't give for someone's face to soften completely when they see bj and coo a quiet, warm, "hey, baby."

[utahbastards]

Klaus wasn't squeamish. Or at least he hadn't thought he was. He'd already begun the physical component of his course before the outbreak happened. Once you sat through your first unsettling session of listening to the sound of a body being carved open and bones that are in the way cracked out of place... You develop a certain resilience. But they never moved, not like these things did. Not like the girl begging did. She'd been bitten a dozen times at least, not a suitable candidate for the amputation trials, but Emba needed to eat desperately this week. With the school population radically dying off, human meat was scarcer every time he ventured out. The limited anesthesia was gone, she stared up with glassy eyes, somewhere between human and monster. She still twitched but didn't speak even as he began sawing. For a moment he shut his eyes, letting his hands power through the unpleasant work blindly. It wasn't like this needed to be precise, there was no saving her no matter what now. Even unseeing, he felt Xochi's eyes on him. Inspecting. Watching his momentary unease as he forced his eyes open to combat her stare. "Got a headache," He mumbled the excuse half-heartedly. "I need you to put something under the hand for a counterweight, I can't... Get through the bone with it flopping."

[slashcrz]

open starter for those who are not part of the search party.

@francehqstarters

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it was quieter around the palace, that was for certain, while the organized groups went on their hunt, through the grounds && outer sheds. klaus was sure the grounds staff were being questioned, and though he was curious about how it would all unfold... there was something to be said about observation over involvement. he tended to stick to the sidelines, anyway. he did his work in secret. outwardly, the false prince was relaxed, sat up in the near-empty billiards room, and a deck of cards shuffled between skilled hands. " let's make the stakes something interesting this time 'round, say? let's bet on my award-winning stallion. best me thrice, he's all yours. what do you wager in return? "

[withinkandquill-aa]

Surprise starter for @conduitandconjurer!

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Heart thundering in her chest, accentuating the ever present ache that had settled there days before, Roxane hurries forward towards the tall, lithe figure moving through the crowded street. With a boldness that is somehow both characteristic of her and yet, simultaneously not, she reaches out, grasping the man’s thin wrist before the crowd can swallow even his unique likeness.

“Klaus? Klaus Hargreeves?” Her voice - lilting with a heavy Italian accent - wavers with hope and desperation, the two shining in pitch-dark eyes already close to tears. “I don’t mean to bother you, I’m sure your time is very important, I just…can you really see and speak to the dead?”

The young woman almost chokes on the last word, the pain of her loss so new and raw. A phantom of a weight still seems to linger on her hip where she carried her daughter.

“Please, I know you probably do not do favors for the public but…I am prepared to pay anything in return. Anything. I don’t know how yet, but I will make it work. Whatever you ask. Any price. I swear it to you. I just…”

“Please, I know you probably don’t do favors for the public but…I’m prepared to pay anything in return. Anything. I don’t know how yet, but I will make it work. I swear it to you. I just…”

The words die on her tongue, silenced by the threat of any other heartbroken cry tearing from her throat.

I need to see her.

[anoddbunch]

@choserage liked for a starter

"Are you going to explain yourself?"