#vampire hybrids

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

17. AN OFFER

VIOLET KHOTLER

THE NIGHT WAS SHAPING UP TO BE A nightmare of epic proportions. The rain was coming down in sheets, a relentless onslaught that pounded against the earth like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. Once upon a time, I would have revelled in the luxury of a good downpour, but those days were long gone. Now, the rain was nothing more than a nuisance, drenching the trees and soaking nature's grass.

The only sound in the room was the steady ticking of the grandfather clock, a metronome that marked the passage of time as we waited in anxious silence. The guards could be here any moment, and the tension in the air was palpable. We all knew what was at stake.

Ingram was sitting beside me, his arm slung protectively around my shoulders. His touch was grounding, his presence the only thing keeping me from spiraling into the abyss of my own thoughts. I leaned into him, drawing strength from the quiet, steady energy he exuded.

"You're too tense," he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.

I turned my head slightly to meet his gaze. His light gold eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were softer now, filled with concern. "Can you blame me?" I whispered back.

He didn't respond immediately, just tightened his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my temple. The warmth of his lips against my skin was a brief reprieve from the icy dread that had settled in my chest.

Across the room, Gabriel stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the rain-slicked glass. His posture was rigid, his golden eyes scanning the storm outside as though he could see through the darkness. Helena was beside him, her arms crossed over her chest, her face unreadable.

"They're close," Gabriel said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

I straightened instinctively, my senses sharpening. Ingram's hand slid down to my waist, his grip firm but reassuring.

"How close?" Simon asked, stepping into the room with Alana close behind. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a tension that betrayed the weight of the moment.

Gabriel didn't turn from the window. "Minutes," he replied, his tone grim. "They're not making any effort to mask their approach."

"Of course they aren't," Alana muttered, her golden eyes narrowing. "They want us to feel their presence before they even step inside."

Joseph's voice carried from the doorway, smooth and laced with tension. "Classic Volturi intimidation tactics. They thrive on fear, on making us doubt ourselves before they've even spoken a word."

He stepped into the room, his gaze sweeping over all of us before settling on Gabriel. "They've slowed down slightly. Likely deciding how to stage their entrance. They'll want it to be dramatic."

A low growl rumbled in Gabriel's chest, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Let them play their games. It doesn't change the fact that we need to be ready."

Rhona was the last to enter, her movements fluid despite the tension crackling in the air. Her presence was like a blade sliding into its sheath—sharp, purposeful, and undeniably dangerous. Her gold eyes immediately sought out Joseph, and a subtle, unspoken exchange passed between them.

"All the back doors have been locked and secured," Rhona said, her voice calm but laced with steel.

I turned to see Ethan, who had been staring at the active fireplace silently, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering flames. His jaw was set, his usual easy demeanor replaced by something far more serious. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady, but there was a sharp edge to it.

"And Leah?"

"She's still in the hidden room with the supplies," Helena replied, her tone firm. "She'll be safe there."

Ethan gave a curt nod, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He didn't trust the situation—none of us did.

I glanced at Ingram, whose expression mirrored my own unease. We were a family, bound not just by blood or circumstance, but by something deeper, something forged in the crucible of survival. And now, we were about to face the Volturi again — a force that had the power to shatter everything we'd built.

"They're here," Joseph said suddenly, his voice cutting through the room like a whip.

The air seemed to grow heavier, the atmosphere thick with an almost tangible sense of foreboding. Gabriel turned away from the window, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator preparing to strike.

"Everyone knows their roles," he said, his voice a quiet command. "No one acts without my signal."

The room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the relentless ticking of the grandfather clock. Each second seemed to stretch into an eternity as we waited, the storm outside a mirror of the chaos brewing within.

I felt Ingram's hand tighten on my waist, his touch grounding me even as my nerves threatened to fray. My gaze flicked to the others—Simon and Alana standing side by side, their expressions grim but resolute; Rhona and Joseph, their sharp gazes locked on the front door; Gabriel, a pillar of unyielding strength at the center of it all.

And then, the knock came.

It wasn't a polite knock, nor was it frantic. It was measured, deliberate, the sound echoing through the house like the tolling of a bell.

Gabriel's gaze swept over us, his golden eyes sharp and commanding. "Remember," he said, his voice low but firm. "We don't provoke them. We listen, we assess, and we respond only if necessary."

No one moved as he strode to the door, his posture regal and unyielding. The room seemed to hold its breath as he reached for the handle, the silence so complete that the sound of the latch turning was almost deafening.

The door swung open, revealing four figures standing on the threshold.

Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri.

They were exactly as I'd remembered when the confrontation happened —the embodiment of power and menace. Jane's childlike appearance was a stark contrast to the cruel intelligence in her red eyes. Alec stood at her side, his expression unreadable but no less chilling. Felix loomed behind them, his massive frame radiating brute strength, while Demetri's calculating gaze swept over the room like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Gabriel," Jane said, her voice sweet and venomous all at once. "It's been far too long."

Gabriel didn't respond immediately, his gaze steady as he met hers. "Jane," he said finally, his tone as neutral as the expression on his face. "To what do we owe the honor?"

Jane's smile widened, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, we were in the area," she said lightly, her tone dripping with false innocence. "And we couldn't resist paying a visit to such... distinguished company."

Felix let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through the air like distant thunder. "Distinguished. That's one way to put it."

Demetri's gaze lingered on Joseph for a moment before shifting to the rest of us. "You've been busy," he remarked, his tone casual but laced with meaning. "Quite the little family you've built here."

Gabriel didn't rise to the bait, his expression remaining calm and unreadable. "We value our privacy," he said evenly. "Something I'm sure you can appreciate."

Jane's smile didn't waver, but there was a flicker of something darker in her eyes. "Oh, we do. But privacy is such a fragile thing, isn't it?"

And with that, the four guards stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of weakness. We were all on edge, waiting for the inevitable confrontation that would determine our fate. The night was far from over, and the worst was yet to come.

As his former acquaintances entered the living room, they were met with a cold reception. Jane and Alec, draped in black long-sleeved cloaks, refused to be ushered by Gabriel. They pulled down their hoods, revealing their contrasting hair - Jane's blonde locks and Alec's dark tresses. Meanwhile, Felix and Demetri, donning dark grey cloaks, had already lowered their hoods.

Demetri's red eyes scanned the room, taking in the surroundings before his nose flared at the unpleasant smell. "Nice place you've got," he commented, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Gabriel was quick to respond, "Spring cleaning. We were in the middle of it."

Jane put on her sweet voice, "Lovely little family you've got, Gabriel."

Felix let out a dark chuckle, "I always thought you were living in a cave. I didn't think you would have a coven after what you did."

Gabriel let out a sigh. "I did used to live in the sewers before this, I confess to that."

Jane tilted her head, her smile sharp and mocking. "A step up, then. Though I imagine your neighbours must miss you."

Gabriel's face remained impassive, but the subtle shift in his posture was a warning. He wasn't one to be toyed with, and Jane knew it. Still, her amusement didn't waver.

I could feel Ingram's hand tense on my waist, his body coiled like a spring. I reached down, placing my hand over his to steady him. This wasn't the time to let emotions take over. Not yet.

Gabriel's chalky face grimaced as he turned his back. He grabbed Mum's hand and looked back at his former acquaintances.

Felix sneered, "Why would you introduce your coven members to us?"

Gabriel's golden eyes flashed, but his expression remained composed, his voice steady. "This isn't just a coven. It's a family. Something I doubt you'd understand."

Jane's smile didn't falter, but the glint in her eyes sharpened. "How sentimental of you, Gabriel. I never took you for the nurturing type."

I felt a growl rising in my throat, but Ingram's hand on my waist tightened, a silent reminder to hold my ground. This wasn't the moment to lose control.

One by one, and reluctantly, Gabriel told them our names but never mentioned our gifts and Leah. It was clear that he was trying to protect us from their prying eyes.

The stillness of the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but notice the guards standing before me. Their obliviousness to my presence was almost comical, and I found myself staring at them in disbelief. For a moment, they didn't utter a single word, and I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.

And all I could think about was Bree.

Bree.

Her name was a whisper in my mind, a ghost that refused to be silenced. I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. The memory of her haunted me—her wide eyes, her trembling voice, the way the Volturi had snuffed out her life like she was nothing.

I wouldn't let them do it again. Not to us.

Jane's gaze flicked toward me, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly, and for a terrifying moment, I thought she'd caught the flicker of rage in my expression. But she only smiled, that sickly sweet smile that made my stomach churn.

"And you," she said, her voice syrupy as she tilted her head, studying me like a scientist might study a bug under a microscope. "You must be Violet. Aro told us about you."

Of course he did. We did had a brief conversation at the Cullens' trial considering Renesmee. He did look at me like he was seeing a ghost. I learnt that, from Amun, Stefan and Vladimir, that Aro had a sister named Didyme — a sister who had died long ago, but whose name lingered like a shadow in the Volturi's history. No one knew how she died, but Amun claimed that I looked like her.

But something tells me that they had never met Didyme at all before she died.

I tried to steady my breath, but the memory of Bree, of the way the Volturi had extinguished her life so carelessly, surged through me. The rage that had been simmering beneath the surface threatened to boil over. I clenched my fists harder, my nails digging into my palms, fighting to keep control.

Ingram's hand on my waist tightened, a silent anchor, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this. But even his presence couldn't fully quell the storm inside me.

Jane's smile didn't waver, her red eyes still fixed on me with that unnerving, calculating intensity. "I'm curious," she continued, her voice a sickly sweet lilt. "What is it that makes you so special, Violet? Aro seemed... intrigued by you."

The room felt colder, the weight of her question hanging like a guillotine ready to fall. I knew what she was after—information. The Volturi were always searching for weaknesses, for anything they could use against us. I had to be careful. I couldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.

I met her gaze with as much composure as I could muster, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "I'm not special, Jane. I'm just another vampire trying to survive in a world that's constantly changing."

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for me to see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. She was trying to figure me out, trying to understand why Aro had taken such an interest in me. But I wasn't about to give her the answers she wanted.

Felix's eyes narrowed as he studied me, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. The intensity of his gaze felt like a weight pressing down on me, his size and strength more than enough to intimidate anyone. I could feel the tension radiating from him, like a storm building just beneath the surface.

"Ah, so this is the one Aro's so interested in," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "And dare I say, you are beautiful for an immortal."

Ingram tensed beside me, his arm tightening around my waist, but I didn't flinch. I refused to let Felix see how much his words rattled me. The Volturi were masters at psychological warfare, and if I showed even a hint of weakness, they would exploit it.

I met Felix's gaze squarely, forcing my voice to remain calm despite the simmering fury inside me. "I'm not here for your approval, Felix. Nor do I care what Aro thinks."

His smile only widened, amusement dancing in his red eyes. "Oh, I'm sure you don't. But you should know, Aro's interest is never without reason. And I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear how... charming you are."

I could hear Ingram's growl behind me. "She's already taken," he said, his voice low and firm, the threat in his tone unmistakable.

Felix's grin faltered for a split second, but he quickly recovered, chuckling darkly. "Such a protective one, aren't we?" His eyes flicked toward Ingram, sizing him up. "You must be the one to keep her in check, then."

I could feel the tension rising between us, the air thick with unspoken threats. Ingram's grip on me tightened, but I didn't need his protection—not in the way Felix thought. I wasn't some fragile thing to be guarded. I could hold my own.

"Enough," Gabriel said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He stepped forward, his posture commanding. "We're not here to entertain you, Felix. If you've come to discuss business, then let's get to it."

Jane's smile never wavered, but there was a glint of something darker in her eyes. "Business, Gabriel? This isn't about business. We want you to help us."

Gabriel's gaze hardened, his golden eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. "Help you?" he repeated, his voice low and controlled, though the weight of the words hung heavy in the air. "I don't think I owe you anything, Jane."

Jane's smile turned colder, her expression never faltering. "Oh, Gabriel, I think you misunderstand," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "This isn't about owing us. It's about survival. Yours and your little family's."

Alec remained silent, his eyes sharp and calculating as he watched us, but his presence was no less intimidating. Felix, on the other hand, looked as though he were savoring the tension, his predatory grin widening with every passing second.

Demetri's gaze shifted to Joseph, his red eyes narrowing with a quiet intensity. "Oh, I should just..." he was checking his hand. "Hm, what does these humans say all the time? Oh, yes—" he rose his head to face us. "Go straight to the point."

"And what might the point be?"

"To help us, Gabriel," Jane said, her voice soft but urgent. "We need you and your coven to do something for us."

Gabriel waited, his own arms folded, his gaze fixed on Jane. "Go on," he said, his voice steady. "Tell me what you need."

"We've been searching for a vampire named Joham," Alec continued, frustration etched on his face.

Gabriel's eyes flickered with interest, though his expression remained guarded. "Joham?" he asked, his voice cool. "What makes you think we can help you find him?"

Jane's smile was tight, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Joham is a rogue vampire," she explained, her voice dripping with disdain. "He's been causing... problems. His experiments have gone too far, and now we need him neutralized before he becomes a real threat."

Felix let out a low, menacing chuckle. "He's been playing with fire, and now it's time to burn him down."

Gabriel remained silent for a moment, his golden eyes flicking to each of us in turn. I could feel the weight of the decision hanging in the air, the tension building as we waited for his response.

"You want me to hunt down a rogue," Gabriel said, his tone flat, "and eliminate him. Just like that?"

Jane smiled. "Just like that."

The memory of the confrontation flooded my mind, like a wave crashing onto the shore. Alice and Jasper had been the ones to bring Nahuel and his aunt forward, revealing the dark deeds of his father. But as they spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. This had nothing to do with us, or Gabriel for that moment.

I clenched my fists, willing myself to remain seated and composed. My mask firmly in place, I asked the question that had been gnawing at me. "Why do you want us to do it?"

Demetri's voice rose, yet remained composed as he gestured out of the window. "Because you're not on anyone's radar," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "You're off the grid, Gabriel. Your little family operates in the shadows, unseen and unnoticed. That makes you perfect for this task."

Gabriel's expression darkened, his golden eyes narrowing. "So, you want us to do your dirty work while you sit back and watch from your ivory tower?"

Jane's smile returned, sharp and cold. "It's not dirty work. It's justice. Joham's actions threaten the balance we've worked so hard to maintain. Surely you understand the importance of order."

Gabriel let out a bitter laugh, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Order? Is that what you call it? The Volturi's version of order has always been about control, not balance."

Felix took a menacing step forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over the room. "Careful, Gabriel," he growled. "You wouldn't want to test our patience."

Ingram shifted beside me, his muscles taut as a coiled spring. I could feel the barely contained fury radiating from him, but I placed a hand on his arm, silently urging him to stay calm. This wasn't the time for a fight—not yet.

"You've faced tougher challenges than this, yet you're struggling to handle it!" I said, my voice tinged with brief anger.

Gabriel quickly hushed me, sensing the tension in the room. Felix, on the other hand, released a low growl, attempting to intimidate me. But I refused to back down.

Ingram stepped forward slightly, placing himself between me and Felix, his golden eyes blazing with defiance. "She's right," he said, his voice steady but filled with restrained fury. "If Joham is such a problem, why haven't you handled him yourselves? Or are you afraid he might be more than you can handle?"

Felix's growl deepened, but Jane raised a hand, silencing him. Her crimson eyes flicked between Ingram and me, her expression unreadable. "Such boldness," she said, her tone almost amused. "But I suggest you tread carefully. You're speaking to the law itself."

Gabriel's voice cut through the tension, calm but commanding. "Enough," he said, stepping forward to place himself at the forefront once again. "If you want our help, you'll need to be honest with us. Why is Joham such a threat that even the mighty Volturi can't deal with him alone?"

Jane hesitated for the briefest moment, a flicker of something—uncertainty, perhaps—crossing her face. Then she spoke, her tone measured. "Joham has created something... unnatural. A hybrid army. And he's no longer content to keep them hidden. If he succeeds in his plans, it could expose our kind to the human world in ways we cannot control."

Alec added, his voice low and tense, "He's gone rogue, even by our standards. He's unpredictable, and his hybrids are dangerous. We can't afford to risk an all-out war with him—or worse, human discovery."

The room fell silent as the weight of their words sank in. Gabriel's expression was unreadable, but I could see the wheels turning in his mind, calculating the risks and weighing our options.

"You expect us to put our lives on the line for this?" Rhona asked, her voice sharp. "To clean up your mess?"

Demetri's gaze snapped to her, his tone cold and clipped. "It's not just our mess. If Joham succeeds, it will affect all of us. Your family won't be safe either."

Gabriel held up a hand, silencing both sides. "We need time to consider this," he said firmly. "This isn't a decision we can make lightly."

Jane's smile returned, though it was more of a smirk this time. "Of course," she said sweetly. "Take all the time you need. But remember, Gabriel, the clock is ticking. And so is our patience."

With that, the Volturi guards turned and began to make their way toward the door. But before they left, Jane glanced back at me, her crimson eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Oh, and Violet," she said, her voice like silk. "Aro sends his regards."

The door closed behind them, leaving the room in heavy silence. The tension lingered like a storm cloud, and I could feel the weight of their visit pressing down on all of us.

Gabriel turned to face us, his golden eyes scanning the room. "We need to talk," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Now."

Joseph attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, that could have gone worse."

"Go and get Leah," Gabriel ordered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Finally!" Ethan shouted and we all looked at him; his composure changed. "I mean, on it."

He followed Helena to the fireplace and the fire immediately died out.

The room remained heavy with the tension left in the Volturi's wake. Gabriel's golden eyes swept over each of us, his usually calm demeanor strained. I could feel the weight of the decision hanging over him, the burden of protecting his family clashing with the danger of entangling us in the Volturi's schemes.

Ethan disappeared with Helena, leaving the rest of us in the suffocating silence. Ingram's hand still rested protectively on my waist, but his fingers twitched slightly—a sign of his barely contained anger. I reached up and placed my hand over his, grounding him as much as myself.

Gabriel finally broke the silence, his voice low and measured. "This isn't just about Joham," he said, pacing the room. "It never is with the Volturi. They always have another angle."

Rhona crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "So, what do we do? Play along? Or fight them off when they come back?"

Joseph leaned casually against the wall, though his lighthearted attempt at humor had faded. "Fighting them isn't exactly an option, Rhona. Not unless we've got a death wish."

I couldn't help but speak up, my voice sharper than I intended. "They're afraid of him. Joham. That's why they're here. They don't want to risk their own necks."

Gabriel stopped pacing, his eyes locking on mine. "Exactly," he said, his tone grim. "Which makes this even more dangerous. If Joham has created a hybrid army and the Volturi are too cautious to face him directly, it means he's a threat unlike anything we've dealt with before."

Simon stepped forward, his voice tight with frustration. "And they want us to deal with it? What happens when we're the ones caught in the crossfire? Or worse—when they decide we're a liability?"

Gabriel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's why we need to be careful. We can't let them manipulate us into doing their dirty work without understanding the full picture."

The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway as Ethan and Helena returned, Leah trailing behind them. Her deep brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the tension with a single glance.

"Well," she said, her voice dry. "Looks like I missed quite the show."

Gabriel turned to Leah, his expression a mixture of relief and urgency. "Well, the good news is that they didn't arrive for you."

Leah raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "And the bad news?"

"Joham," Gabriel replied, his voice heavy. "They want us to hunt him down. Apparently, he's been creating hybrids—an army of them. They claim he's a threat to all of us."

Leah's jaw tightened, her sharp features hardening. "And they expect us to clean up their mess?"

"Exactly," Rhona muttered, her tone laced with bitterness. "Because we're so expendable in their eyes."

"And none of you find this weird?"

"What do you think mean?" Alana asked, looking at her.

"Well, Violet's tapes about her mother's past, connected to Joham," Leah explained. "The tapes goes missing and not mention the Volturi is suddenly at our doorstep, asking us to deal with Joham. Seems like more than just coincidence to me."

The room fell silent as Leah's words sank in. She was right—there was a connection here, something deeper than what the Volturi had revealed. My stomach churned at the thought of those tapes, the secrets they held about my mother's past and how they might be tied to Joham's twisted experiments.

Gabriel's expression darkened, his golden eyes flickering with a mix of anger and concern. "You think the Volturi took the tapes?" he asked, his voice low.

Leah shrugged, her gaze unwavering. "It's possible. Or maybe Joham did. Either way, someone doesn't want us knowing the full story."

Ingram's hand tightened on my waist, his voice a low growl. "If they think they can manipulate us like this, they're in for a rude awakening."

Joseph sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This just keeps getting better and better. So, what's the plan? We can't just sit here and wait for them to make the next move."

Gabriel nodded, his posture tense but resolute. Helena's delicate fingers traced patterns on his forearm, a gesture of love and concern.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" she whispered, her voice soft and soothing.

His response was equally tender, his eyes meeting hers with a depth of feeling that spoke volumes. "Yes, love," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.

But as I watched this intimate moment unfold, I couldn't help but feel a sense of irony. After all, Gabriel had been hiding from the Volturi for centuries, and now, here we were, thrust into their crosshairs, their demands threatening to unravel everything he had worked so hard to protect. His love for Helena, his family, his coven—it was all on the line.

He gently caressed her hands, feeling her skin against his own. His forehead rested against hers, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. The man before me was clearly frightened, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

Alana, unable to bear the tension any longer, strode over to the table and picked up the TV remote. She clicked it on, the sound of the news filling the room. It was a welcome distraction from their troubles, if only for a little while.

Leah looked at Alana with a quizzical expression, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Alana, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Alana's fingers danced over the remote control as she pressed the button to switch on the TV. "I'm checking the weather," she replied, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Leah's confusion deepened. "The weather? Why do we need to check the weather?"

Alana turned to face her friend, a serious expression etched on her face. "Because if it's sunny, we need to make plans. We can't waste on times like this."

The TV flickered to life, and Alana quickly tuned into the BBC news channel. A woman with piercing blue eyes and short dark hair sat behind a large desk, her green-sleeved top hugging her curves. The BBC logo glowed in the corner of the screen, as the news ticker scrolled from right to left.

Suddenly, the news anchor's voice cut through the silence. "Another woman has been found dead in the alleyway at Bengal Court this morning," she announced, her tone grave. "The woman was identified as Nancy Clarke, a twenty-two-year-old student. She is the seventh victim of the notorious serial killer, Dark Angel."

Leah's eyes widened in horror as she listened to the news. "Oh hell," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This is getting out of hand."

The name 'Dark Angel' had a certain allure to it, one that could easily capture the attention of anyone who heard it. The latest victim, Nancy Clarke, was the unfortunate seventh to fall prey to this mysterious entity. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection to Joham, or perhaps even something more sinister at play. Could it be a vampire who had carelessly left the body behind? If so, they had done a terrible job of disposing of it.

Joseph spoke up, "This seems like a promising lead to investigate."

"I couldn't agree more," Gabriel replied.

Leah let out a groan, "Can I at least get some rest? You guys don't need sleep, but I sure as hell do."

"Of course, take all the time you need," Ethan reassured her.

"We'll reconvene in a few hours," Gabriel declared, and we all nodded in agreement. The hunt for the Dark Angel had only just begun.

[bunnis-monsters]

Imagine being a surrogate for monsters that want a half human baby, or monsters that need your womb to keep their young safe.

Instead of being inseminated in a hospital, the monster fucks load after load into your fat pussy, insuring you’ll be swollen with their baby/babies by the end of it.

At first you did it to help monsters out, but now you do it because you just love the feeling of a monster cock stretching you out and filling you with its hot cum until you’re close to bursting. It’s almost worth the differing amount of time it takes to grow and then birth their child.

But honestly… you love it. You enjoy being pampered and spoiled by the monsters during your pregnancy, their instincts screaming at them to protect you and keep you to themself.

They always end up fucking you over and over, wanting to keep you on their cocks while you’re pregnant, feeding you right and keeping you full of cum~

And once the baby is born and you’ve recovered, you get to do it all over again…

[davinawritings]

Monster stalker that wants his scent on you so bad that he cums in your hair products.

He knows you always use leave in conditioner after your shower so obviously that is his main target. It is already a thick, white, and creamy consistency anyway.

He waits outside your home until he sees you leave before he breaks in. He dumps half of the product down the sink, making sure no trace is left behind.

He spends hours just cumming over and over again into the bottle. He mixes it up well so you don’t notice. Your human nose can only smell the scent of the synthetic fragrance.

His scent may not be noticeable to humans but other monsters will be able to smell his claim on you.

He only needs to keep the other monsters away a little longer. He has almost finished renovating his house, making everything perfect for his little human. Once that’s done he’ll be able to take you and claim you as his own. Then he can fill your cunt with his cum and truly claim you.

Until then, this will have to do.

❤️🖤💕💕🖤❤️

[shrenvents]

Bewitched.

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

...

Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

Klaus heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. He observed the sunlight blazing across her poorly parked car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together…

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you can’t help it.

When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. It’s too quiet, and you can’t see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackles with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffles Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you, I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You start to laugh too.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to your assailant…

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every which way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.

“There’s only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.

Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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[monstersholygrail]

Drove up today and having a total beach day which has been amazing despite the heat. But it’s also giving me soooo many monster thoughts

Imagine you go up to one those boardwalk fortune teller machines and you think, ‘eh, why not. It could be fun.’ And it seems like the machine agrees with you as your jaw drops when you read the fortune. This tiny paper of fate claims that today you will get your world rocked by a creature out of this world.

First of all, how is a fortune like that even in there? Secondly, what the hell kind of fortune is this?! You look into the plastic eyes of the mystic woman and something within you says to believe her. To take this fortune seriously.

Turning to the beach just down the steps your eyes immediately fall onto the Tentacle Monster lifeguard, wondering if he’ll be the one to fulfill your fortune. His long tentacles curled around the high chair and you imagine what it would be like to ride him on top of it. To see the length of the beach while his tentacles reach deep inside you to places you’ve never been able to go.

Or maybe the pack of Wolf Hybrids down the way. Half of them playing volleyball on the beach and the other throwing around a frisbee. You imagine them passing you around, each of them having their turn with you as they fuck into your weeping holes, never letting you rest for even a moment as they cant get enough of feeling your wet heat suffocate their cocks.

A shiver passes through you and you quickly look away before you get ahead of yourself. And when you do your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the ocean.

Mermen popping their head up above the water. Hungrily watching the humans from afar. Your thoughts drift to swimming your way into the ocean and getting sucked under the waves. Before you know it a whole pod of them are swarming you, desperately stuffing their mouths, fingers, and cocks inside of you. Eager for your warmth to surround them and wanting to drown you in pleasure.

Perhaps other merfolk will join them. Shark Hybrids smelling your arousal from afar and using it to hunt you down so that they may feast on your flesh in the most toe curling way. Wanting nothing more than to devour you and make you cum harder than you could ever dream.

As you find yourself stepping toward the ocean, drawn to the temptation of what could be, your foot knocks into a cooler. An apology falls from your lips as you step back, only to see a suspiciously pale man hidden completely under an umbrella. And suddenly you know you won’t find your average drink in that cooler.

Your mind spins up the image of the Vampire man snatching you under his umbrella with inhumane speed. Dragging your body beneath him and ravaging you mercilessly. Preferring to get his blood from the source instead of his cooler. And as his fangs sink deep inside you, so does his cock. Both working to bring you to new heights of ecstasy, your mind growing foggy as he draws blood from you in time with the furious pumps of his hips until you can’t help but cum. Your release making your blood taste that much sweeter.

You quickly snap out of your thoughts, your chest quickly rising and falling with your panting breaths. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties and bringing a wave of heat throughout your body.

You shift uneasily, hoping it isn’t too noticeable. Hoping they can’t smell it. But as each of them slowly turn to look at you, your hope fades away into nothing but more arousal. Not slowing yourself to second guess this, you walk closer to the ocean.

Ready to have the time of your life.

Thoughts anyone??

[klaus-littlestwolf]

would you make a Klaus fic, where he and reader are under a sex spell? just a sex magic fic, you can decide on the plot🥰

love your fics btw💕

Warning:Dubcon cause sex pollen, talk and use of sex toys, desperate/passionate fucking, needy Hybrid sex, brief realization of Yandere behavior at the end

‘You’re joking!’ I exclaimed, unable to unhear what Bonnie had just told me.

‘No, not at all. We need to keep you away from everyone else because this spell can potentially effect others who come in contact with you. Caroline has already said you can stay in her parents cabin, Damon is taking you there now.’ She shooed me out of the room and outside to Damon’s car.

‘Get in the back!’ He snapped as I moved to slide into the passenger seat. ‘I don’t need this shit effecting me next-‘

‘Why can’t I just stay in the cell in the basement? That way I won’t be alone…I’m scared-‘

‘Because Klaus was hit by that shit too, we don’t know if he knows what it was yet and with how desperate he is for you every other day without being bewitched, I can’t even imagine what he would do with you now.’ He explained as if I were a small stupid child and I wanted to hit him desperately.

A warlock coming after Elena (as always) for Doppelgänger blood for one of his spells had attacked us. I had grabbed a potted plant outside of the Grille and cracked it over his head which gave Elena enough time to run and find Damon, though as he whirled around to me there was suddenly an angry Hybrid standing in front of me which gave the Warlock pause.

Klaus had seemingly taken an interest in me as soon as he arrived in town and while I don’t encourage him, I’m also not cruel or mean either, which seemed to make him think he had a chance.

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a small spell bag before dumping some pink powder into his hand and blowing it at the both of us. I couldn’t help but inhale it, only breathing in more when I began choking and hearing Klaus do the same, my eyes and nose burning as I felt his hands holding onto me. Though he was still coughing himself he checked on me (which I found very sweet), hands on my face and inspecting me before brushing the powder off of me leading to me returning the favor. He had no clue what it was and neither did I but after a quick thanks I left to find my friends and a witch to tell me what the fuck I just inhaled.

Turns out we had both been choking on a very powerful potion that people had dubbed “Sex Pollen”. Many witches used to use it several hundred years ago but most stopped once people began insisting that it led to way too many people becoming effected (since all you needed to do was injest a drop) and ending up sexually assaulting whoever came across their path. The potion is typically in a liquid form but talented witches can make it in a powder, however it is about ten times more potent.

‘Stay here, theres food and water, TV, books. Everything you could possibly need. Caroline also bought you some…play things…to help. God this is so gross, they’re in the bedroom. Get out of my car-‘

‘No! How long do I have to stay here?!’ I snapped making him roll his eyes.

‘Bonnie said in the powder form it can take several hours to kick in but it lasts a few days, though with how much you breathed in probably a week at least. Go! Before you infect me too and we really have a problem!’ I grabbed the bag that Elena had packed me and slid out of the car, walking inside and locking the door behind me with a heavy sigh.

‘Fuck All Of You Assholes!’ I screamed, hating my friends for abandoning me just so they wouldn’t suffer as well before I looked around the cabin, finding the bedroom with a large California King that was quite comfortable. I also came across a basket on the bed which contained a rechargeable wand, a 7 inch pink suction cup dildo, a butt plug and a bottle of salted caramel flavored lube. ‘Why The Fuck Was She So Thorough?!’

I set the basket aside and stripped out of my shirt and jeans as I began feeling warm, climbing into the bed under the sheet and deciding to try and take a nap before I get hit with killer horniness.

The nap didn’t last more than an hour before I woke up rolling around restlessly, my body sweating now as a hot feeling in my stomach began intensifying. I couldn’t tell you how long I laid there writhing in misery before I heard a loud knock at the door, instantly hating the world that much more.

‘What are you doing here?!’ I snapped as I finally dragged myself to the front door, moody and uncomfortable which made me unable to be kind.

‘I thought I would come and assist you. Wouldn’t want you suffering through this alone, now would we?’ Klaus asked, looking every bit as put together as always but I could see in his eyes how desperate he was. I could also see his impressive bulge tenting his jeans.

‘How did you find me? I was-never mind. Go away Klaus!’ I groaned, moving to shut the door.

‘I followed Damon, he wasn’t very careful, my guess is he didn’t much care if I found you. They just wanted you away from them before they had to suffer too, your friends that you protected sent you away to save themselves. Seems really selfish to me.’ Any other day I would disagree but with how I was feeling I couldn’t argue with him, prompting me to agree.

‘You’re right…Fuck them! Couldn’t even put me downstairs! Had to leave me all alone!’ I raged as I was overcome by a cramping pain straight down to my pussy causing me to double over.

‘Invite me in Love, let’s help each other? It’s going to be days with only brief hours of relief between…let me help you get some relief?’

‘Klaus, I can’t-‘

‘You want me just as much as I want you, don’t lie!’ He growled, eyes glowing gold now as he showed how desperate he really was, so far gone that he wasn’t able to hide it anymore.

‘It’s just this stupid magic-‘

‘No! No, I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you, and you…you need me too.’ His hand reached down to grab his crotch, pupils nearly swallowing his entire eye whole. ‘I can make your pussy feel so good baby, you need me! Who else could go anywhere near as long as a Hybrid, huh?’ He was right, if anyone could help me it was Klaus, especially with how pent up he is himself. ‘Please Y/n? I need to be buried in your little cunt, and you know you need it too! Your fingers can’t help you the way my cock can and I know you’ve dreamt of my cock in your needy little pussy since long before this ever happened-Fuck! I Need You! Please?!’ He begged and as I felt a rush of wetness coat my panties I whined, nodding my head. ‘Say it Y/n…Say It!’

‘Come in Klaus! Please?! I need-‘ I didn’t get to finish my statement before I was tackled to the floor with the Hybrid yanking his pants open and shoving them down enough to free himself before tearing my panties off of my body and shoving himself into me roughly.

‘So Fucking Perfect! Knew your cunt would be perfect! Tightest little cunt-Fuck! Never gonna stop fucking you baby!’

‘Yes! Don’t Stop! Fuck Klaus, your cock! So good!’ Tears leaked from my eyes as he continued thrusting into my body. The sound of skin slapping together echoing through the house and out the front door that hung on one hinge from where the Hybrid had nearly ripped it off as he entered. ‘Oh Fuck!’ I threw my head back against the carpet as my first orgasm rushed through me out of nowhere, only realizing he had finished with me when I felt the hot cum inside of me as he continued thrusting, never once even slowing down.

‘I need to feel you squeeze me again Babygirl, cum for me! Cum for your Alpha!’ The second orgasm was just as strong as the first as I came and felt his body tense up as well before he finally stilled, breathing heavily into my neck.

‘I think…we’re in trouble…’ I panted heavily and he chuckled before looking down at me, hesitating only a second before pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lovely kiss. ‘Don’t stop.’ I insisted when he pulled back, grabbing onto his neck and pressing my lips to his this time as I enjoyed our kiss.

‘This isn’t how I wanted it to happen, I wanted to take you on a date, show you how much I love you…then I was going to fuck you…wanted to make you feel so good you would never leave me again-‘

‘It’s okay, you’ve just done it backwards…you can still take me out, just after this is over because I don’t think people would appreciate you fucking me over our table.’ I teased, enjoying the genuine smile that I got from him, only ever seeing it when he looks at me which has always made me feel special.

‘That’s the spell talking-‘

‘I liked you before that you idiot! I just never really thought you were all that serious.’ I admitted, pushing him up and feeling his (once again) hard cock slide out of me as he helped me stand up.

‘How could you think that? I’ve gone out of my way to show you-your friends told you I was using you, didn’t they?’ I nodded and he huffed a heavy sigh before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a rough kiss. ‘I love you, regardless of any doppelgänger or your awful friends. After all of this I will take you out properly, I promise…but until then-‘

‘No! No more floor fucking, there’s furniture and a bed here for a reason, no more carpet, it hurts.’ I explained, feeling the rug burn against my back and ass.

‘No more rugs, but I need you now.’ He growled, lifting me by my thighs and appearing in the bedroom instantly, dropping me onto the bed. Just as he spread my legs he paused, glancing over to the table and reaching out to grab the basket with the things Caroline had left. ‘What-‘

‘Caroline left them for me. I guess she wanted to help me since I’m all alone.’

‘Interesting…does she know you well, or not?’ He wondered, picking up the butt plug and raising his eyebrows making me blush as my body started sweating.

‘Klaus! Stop the teasing and get inside me! The cramps are starting, so if you’re not going to help me then get the Fuck out and I’ll do it my-Ah!’ I cried out, feeling the rounded end of the plug pressing to my tight hole and rubbing against it. ‘Oh God!’ Klaus took the lube bottle and squeezed a healthy amount onto the plug before tossing it to the other side of the bed and pressing it back against my ass.

‘Relax Precious, this is going to make it feel so much better!’ He promised, pushing the plug harder until it popped into my hole. Klaus could feel his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of the jewel on the end of the plug. ‘You are so fucking perfect! How do you fee-‘

‘Klaus! Please?!’ I begged, pulling him closer and yanking at his shirt before getting it off and sighing in relief at the feel of his hot skin against mine.

Klaus shoved his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, finally naked as well before taking hold of his cock and pushing himself back inside of me. ‘There you are love, feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Both of your slutty little holes stuffed up?’

‘T-Too much-Never-‘

‘Never been so full before, I know Baby! I-Fuck!’ Suddenly as if he could no longer control himself he began thrusting into me frantically. ‘Mine! My Fucking Cunt!’ He snarled, Hybrid visage taking over as he fucked into me so hard I briefly wondered if he could shatter my pelvis like this.

‘Yes! Yours! All yours, don’t stop! Please don’t stop?!’

Y/n couldn’t have said how long Klaus continued like that. How long he thrust into her cunt at a painful speed, how many times the both of them had climaxed together while he still continued to fuck his (somehow still) hard cock into her, she couldn’t even say how many times he had buried his fangs into her throat in an effort to mark her as his like a werewolf marking his mate…and maybe he was. Odds are she was never getting away from him now-not that she wanted to.

It was a week later that Damon finally came back to the house to check on her finding the front door ripped open.

He ventured inside, not hearing anything and figuring that it was over for Y/n and who was inevitably Klaus that had torn the door off the hinges. He was prepared with jokes galore for the the drive back, excited to pick on the young girl for giving into the monster that had been after her for months but sadly he never got to use those jokes.

Damon opened the door to the bedroom to find his girlfriends friend snuggled into Klaus Mikaelson’s naked chest fast asleep. The Hybrid however seemed to have awoken as soon as he turned the doorknob, his yellow eyes finding his with an intensity that he had never seen. He bore his fangs, lifting his head and Damon (one of the only people who had never truly feared Klaus Mikaelson) was instantly terrified. It was like a bucket of ice water dumped on him, alarm bells ringing in his head declaring the danger that he is in prompting him to throw up his hands instantly. As Klaus moved to sit up, the young vampire shut the door promptly and hightailed it back to his car, peeling back down the driveway.

He doesn’t know how long that stuff will take to wear off but it definitely hasn’t yet and he would not be disturbing them again!

Y/n and Klaus were in the house for nearly 2 weeks before they felt as if their bodies were back to normal though they stayed for another week after that. No one could have imagined how close such a spell would bring them…no one except Klaus of course.

The witch he had hired to make that powder had done a wonderful job, money well spent in the Hybrids mind. The spell had worked better than he ever could have imagined and it had gotten him exactly what he wanted.

The only thing left to do was to kill the witch that had helped him and ensure that his mate never learned that he was the one who had dosed her.

He finally had his girl, he couldn’t let something so trivial ruin it.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[emacrow]

There a ghost in the Watchtower vent!

Batman could only sighed in defeat as the Justice league were searching in the vents again, after Superman heard a odd small screeching sound of an animal coming from it this morning.

Which lead to the Justice league searching around the vents to find the source of the sound. He internally blamed Damian for this after he snuck a odd animal in the batcave, and is still looking for that animal whom may have snuck itself into the watchtower teleportor and got beamed there.

So far they been searching for 8 hours straight with no luck whatsoever. Batman could only sighed and calls comms to get Damian to get his newest attempt of pet adoption.

Which only took 7 minutes as Damian in his robin suit just put down one of alfred's special cookies in front of the vent entrance as the Justice league watch along side as a small odd cat lik-, oh that a tiny alien feral child nawing on the cookie.

He looked 4 year old at most, glowing lararus green eyes feral and dilated with long elvish ears, sharp tiny fangs, white but dirty dust covered hair that look like a rats nest, wearing a toddler sized suit that look otherworldly yet similar to a hazmut suit if it weren't so skin tight looking. He was wearing a glowing green skull on his smol middle finger and a floating crown that remind superman of the fairy odd parents except this was black with blue aurora light fire.

"You are so losing chew toy privileges, danny." Damian huffed as he just pick danny up by his armpits and just begans walked away through the hallway door.

The justice league could only look a bit gaped.

"Where did Robin found that?"

[heartfullofleeches]

Sorbet [Bunny Vampire Yan]: Leaving the nest without me, Honey Bunny? This kind of treachery just won't do.

Darling: And what are you going to do to stop me?

Sorbet: I'll use my vampire powers of hypnosis on you!

[The rabbit hops in their Darling's lap, waving their hands in front of the human's face]

Sorbet: Wooooo you want to stay home with me and hand feed me tomatoes slices. Wooooo you want to give me plenty of headscratches and kisses too.

...

Sorbet: ...Did it work?

Darling, petting the rabbit's ears: Guess so.

[witchthewriter]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐻𝑒 𝑆𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: this includes ... all types not just one. So it's a bit of a 'preference.' (That's what we called it in the olden days ...)

Also this is 18+, not explicitely explicit but ... we acting like grown ups.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He worships you in slow, deliberate ways. Your presence needs to be savoured, never rushed.

・Your relationship is intense. Full of tension and pure devotion.

・He is a creature of elegance and obsession. To him, love is eternal, a bond that transcends time, life, and even death. He does not just love you; he worships you.

・He follows you in the shadows, watching, ensuring no harm comes to you. He is always there, whether you see him or not.

・Jealousy runs deep. If another so much as looks at you too long, he will appear beside you, fingers brushing your throat in a quiet warning.

・He is a silent guardian, a ghost of devotion, ever watchful, ever patient.

・Oh god he just LOVES gifting you luxurious items...antique jewellery or the most expensive jewellery in the current trends, books older than empires or books he noticed you liked from BookTok, treats for your pets, snacks for you...

・His love is eternal, and that means he has to keep up with the times... he brandishes you with flowers, chocolate, hot coffee, the latest phone etc. To show that no matter how much time will pass, you and he are forever.

・Funnily enough, he will never let you be cold (unless it's Summer and you need his icy skin...that's the best feeling ever!) His touches, his whispers of raunchy thoughts...it's enough to have you looking away with warmth seeping into every bone in your body.

・Constantly tells you that, "You are mine."

・His nicknames for you are: 'beloved,' 'dove,' 'my heart,' 'darling,' 'blood of my blood.'

𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Once you two decided to be a couple, you are his. Full stop. And everyone needs to know it.

・Your werewolf boyfriend is the embodiment of fierce devotion, raw passion, and unwavering protection. He does not love with hesitation. He is a ride or die.

・With werewolves, are pack creatures. You are his pack. His family. More than that, you are his mate. His soulmate. Therefore, everyone needs to know that.

・Whenever you're together, he keeps an arm around your waist in public, scent-marks you with his jacket, his hoody...his very presence.

・A big way he shows his love is through Acts of Service and Physical Touch...Your boyfriend loves to fix things for you, he gets the groceries, brushes your hair, massages your shoulders and back. He knows exactly where you left your phone, keys and glasses.

・He also carries you when you're tired...you don't even have to ask.

・Intimidating to others but to you, he's the softest, most gentle male you have ever met.

・He's always afraid of hurting you, so he makes sure to be extra careful.

・His mating instincts are also very, very strong. He leaves love bites, not enough to hurt - but enough to claim.

・He looks at you like you hung the moon. His entire world is centered around you.

・Calls you 'little one,' 'pup,' 'lamb,' 'sweetheart,' 'my mate,' 'sunshine,' 'precious.'

𝑶𝒓𝒄 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・“You are my heart. You are my home.” He speaks with no hesitation, because his love is truth.

・He does not hesitate. He does not doubt. You are his, and he will carve the world apart to prove it.

・Orcs do not love easily, but when they do, it is for life. You are not just his lover—you are his mate, his purpose, his home.

・When you are apart, he grows restless, his hands twitching, his jaw clenching. He does not handle distance well. You are meant to be by his side.

・If you are injured, he will not let you lift a single finger until you are fully healed. "You do not need to ask, little one. If you want it, I will make it so."

・The orc culture loves physical touch. Hugging, wrapping an arm around someone, kisses, forehead touches, leaning on each other, etc. It's what your boyfriend grew up with.

・He constantly pulls you close, runs his fingers along your skin, holds you against his chest

・He often carries you without warning, simply because he can.

・If you fall asleep against him, he will not move for hours, no matter how uncomfortable he is.

・If someone touches you with anything more than innocent intent, they do not walk away unscathed.

"No harm will come to you. Not while I breathe."

・Orcs do not believe in lies or empty flattery.If he tells you that you are beautiful, strong, worthy, he means it with his entire being.

・He does not buy gifts. He makes them. Your orc is an incredible crafter.

・He will forge a weapon; just for you. Engraved with protection runes. Jewellery; carved from bone, iron or stone. It's worn against his own skin before he gifts it to you. Therefore, it will carry his scent, his protection.

・Orcs believe in providing for their mate. If he is eating, you eat first. If there is little food, you get the best of it.

・He cooks for you, hunts for you, makes sure you are always fed and strong.

・His pet names for you are: 'little flame,' 'my treasure,' 'wife/husband' (even if you aren't married), 'warrior,' 'feisty one,' 'biter.'

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏-𝑯𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・You are his greatest treasure. Dragons do not share. If he has chosen you, it means you are his, body and soul.

・He collects things that remind him of you—a lock of your hair tied in silk, a ring you once touched, a ribbon that still carries your scent.

・If you ever give him a gift, no matter how small, he hoards it like it is worth more than any jewel.

・His claws are sharp, his strength immense, yet he touches you with the utmost care.

・You are small in his arms, delicate compared to him, and it drives him mad with the need to protect you.

・Flying is sacred to him. To allow you on his back, to take you into the sky, means he trusts you completely.

・In his dragon form, you clutch the horns on his back as he soars across the sky. You feel the wind rushing past, the stress of the world just melts away.

・Tears spring to your eyes; either from the wind or your feelings...your love turns his head to look at you. His golden eyes gleaming. "You were meant to fly with me," he mind-speaks, voice filled with a deep, ancient knowing.

・When dragons love, they love eternally. He does not think in mortal years. He thinks in centuries.

・"You will stay with me," he murmurs, "won't you?"

・His wings tighten around you, golden eyes filled with something deep and yet completely full of vulnerability.

・He watches you with reverence, with something like awe, as if he cannot believe you are real.

・He calls you: 'my jewel,' 'star of my sky,' 'little love,' 'little bird,' 'my fierce love,' 'dragonrider.'

𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He does not love like mortals do. He loves like a demon—raw, primal, unholy. He loves like he would tear the heavens apart for you.

・And he just might.

・He is always watching you.

・He knows your scent, your heartbeat, your dreams. He has studied every inch of you, memorized every detail.

・If someone else touches you? The air crackles with heat. His jaw tightens, his claws flex. He doesn’t tolerate competition.

・He has never raised his voice around you, always talks softly (he calls it seductively).

・The epitome of he hates everyone except you.

・The world fears him. His enemies kneel before him. But with you? He listens. He softens. He worships.

・His claws are sharp, but he never lets them harm you.

・His magic is dark, but he uses it to protect you, to keep you safe, to make sure no harm ever befalls you.

・Your demon LOVES to make you feel flustered. Flushed cheeks, red ears, stomach full of butterflies. He always makes you feel desired.

・"I would burn the heavens for you."

・He adores physical affection.

・Constantly has his hands on you. Holding your wrist, wrapping his tail around your waist, tracing invisible sigils into your skin.

・He's incredibly territorial over you.

・If you cry? He is not sure how to handle it. His hands twitch, unsure. His rage and power mean nothing if he cannot fix this.

・Demons are not supposed to have weaknesses. But you? You are his only one.

・He has existed for centuries, eons. He has known lust, hunger, desire. But love? Love is new. Love is terrifying.

・Love is you. And he is never going to let you go.

・He is the most fearsome creature until you show up and he turns into a pile of mush.

・Your lover calls you: 'little temptation,' 'darling,' 'pet,' 'hellfire,' 'my salvation,' 'bright one,' 'my favourite plaything.'

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Taught to love one being with complete and utter devotion...

・But your Angel would fall from 'God's Grace,' just to be by your side.

・Luckily, no one has found out about your relationship. He is your guardian angel...just one that you can see, hear, feel and touch whenever you desire.

・The way your Angel loves you is holy. It is divine. Sacred even.

・Believing you to somehow be a deity yourself, he only touches you with softness, with his fingers carefully ghosting over your skin. Aching for you.

・Angel has massive, white feathered wings that protrude from his back. Up close, you can see traces of gold among the feathers, making him glow ethereally.

・His large wings shield you from the world. As if he can create a sanctuary meant only for you.

・As a magical being, his kisses feel like pure sunlight...and joy...and the first day of spring.

・Yet if you are harmed, harrassed or bullied in one way or another, his golden eyes burn with fury.

・Violence is not who you know your boyfriend to be, but for you, he would destroy the world.

・His nicknames for you are: 'my light,' 'heavenly,' 'my everything,' 'pet,' (as in 'Petal'), 'seraph,' 'little star,' 'little goddess/god.'

𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・Your siren boyfriend is not just a creature of the deep; he is a thing of temptation, mystery, and obsession.

・He does not love lightly. He does not love softly. He loves like the tide, and you are the shore...forever changed by his touch.

・When he sings just for you, it’s not to lure, not to enchant. It’s to mark you as his, to let the ocean itself know who belongs to him.

・"You are mine," he whispers, voice soft but unshakable. "I have sung your name into the tides. The sea knows you now."

・His obsession is not cruel, not suffocating. It is devotion, unrelenting and infinite.

・When he holds you, it feels like being claimed, as if he is anchoring himself to you.

・His hands are cool from the sea, but his kisses are warm, deep, slow.

・Sirens are creatures of sound, of melody, of stories carried on the waves. ・His song is not just for you—it is about you. The ocean hums it, the seagulls echo it, the wind carries it across the water. ・And if you listen closely, you can hear it when the tide rolls in. The melody of his love, whispered in the waves. "Even if you cannot hear it," he says, "the sea will always know your name."

・If you ever enter the sea, it feels different now. As if it knows you, as if it welcomes you. ・You can swim longer, breathe easier, because his magic has seeped into your skin, tying you to him in a way that cannot be undone.

・If you accept him completely, if you give yourself to him fully, you will never fear the ocean again.

・Your siren calls you: 'songbird,' 'little minnow,' 'my melody,' 'precious pearl,' 'you are my tide, i will follow you anywhere.'

𝑬𝒍𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

・He is a being that has endured centuries, seen empires rise and fall, even watched the stars shift in the sky.

・And yet, in all those years...he has never loved like this.

・In love, he is not rushed, not impulsive, not reckless.

・His love is patient, cautious, all-encompassing.

・It is a slow-burning fire, a heat that never dies.

・When an elf chooses a mate; it is eternal. A love that is woven into the heavens; into the very essence of the worlds.

・Elves are creatures of grace, of quiet strength, of whispered words that carry the weight of centuries.

・Your lovers touch is featherlight. As if he's afraid you will vanish beaneath his fingertips...as if you aren't real.

・He loves brushing his long fingers against your cheek, his knuckles grazing your lips, memorizing every single detail.

"I have seen a thousand sunrises," he whispers, "but none have been as beautiful as you."

・He loves gifting you with beautiful earthly things; flowers woven into a delicate crown, a bracelet of intertwined leaves, wooden carvings of all your favourite animals.

・When he is away, he writes you letters in Elvish, sealed with wax, filled with words so poetic they could break your heart. If you do not understand his language, he teaches you, whispering each word against your skin.

・His love is not loud, not demanding.

・He shows it in the gentlest of ways. Of doing things for you; cleaning your clothes, doing your makeup, helping you with your shoes.

・It's also in the way he turns his head to listen whenever you speak, the way he always moves to your side without thought. If you are tired, he carries you effortlessly, as if your weight is nothing to him.

・The trees know your name. The wind whispers it through the leaves...When you sit with him in a quiet grove, he closes his eyes and listens. The earth sings when you are near.

"The forest remembers you," he says, "as I do."

・His voice is always calm, near melodic.

・He does not simply say “I love you.” Instead he says:

"You are the first breath of spring after a thousand winters."

"My heart beats in time with yours."

"If the stars fell from the sky, I would carve new constellations for you with my own hands."

・And when he says your name? It sounds like a prayer.

・In Elven culture, hair is sacred. To touch someone’s hair is a sign of trust. But to braid it? It is an act, nay, a sign of deep devotion.

・When he braids your hair, he is not just arranging strands. He is weaving his love into each movement. He is binding you to him in the silent language of his people.

・If you braid his hair, he will close his eyes, exhaling slowly, surrendering himself to you completely.

"This is a bond," he whispers. "One that cannot be broken."

・Your nicknames are: 'starlight,' 'little fawn,' 'elenya" (Elvish for ‘My Star’), 'beloved one,' 'birdie,' 'I would wait centuries for you,' 'sweetheart.'

[doctorsiren]

very heavily considering just having Serizawa be a wolf guy full time for the Monster Psycho AU ( by @cupofchemicalchatter and myself )

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

16. GOOD ENOUGH

LEAH CLEARWATER

IT HAD BEEN WEEKS SINCE THE TAPES were stolen, and the weight of that loss still hung over us, thick and suffocating. But as much as I wanted to focus on the mission—on finding the tapes, on uncovering who had done it and why—my thoughts kept circling back to Ethan.

The mansion was as quiet as it ever was, the kind of silence that made the creaks of the old structure feel like whispers of a past we couldn't escape. I was standing by the window in the library, looking out at the mist that clung to the trees, the chill of the air seeping through the glass. London felt a world away, and the isolation of this place had started to gnaw at me.

I should've been paying attention. I should've been more present. But my mind had been preoccupied with everything except Ethan. And that, more than anything, gnawed at me now.

When I had first arrived at the Khotler Mansion, I had kept my distance from him. I told myself it was for his own good. He was a vampire—one who had been alive for centuries, whose heart no longer beat. He had no need for a werewolf like me. And yet, every time I looked at him, I felt the pull. The imprinting.

It was something I had never believed in, something I had always dismissed as a myth. Until it happened to me. Until Ethan. The connection was undeniable, like a force that had tethered us together, and it terrified me. But what terrified me even more was how I had treated him since.

I had been distant. Cold, even. I kept him at arm's length, pushing him away when all I wanted was to pull him closer. Every time he looked at me with those golden, soulful eyes, I felt a mix of guilt and longing. Guilt for not being able to let go of my own insecurities, and longing for something I couldn't have—something I wasn't sure I deserved.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The others had been focused on the investigation, but I knew I couldn't ignore this any longer. I had to face Ethan. I had to stop running from the truth, from what I felt.

I left the library, moving through the halls of the mansion with purpose. The house was quiet, almost too quiet, and the weight of the silence pressed in on me as I made my way to the room where I knew Ethan would be.

Ethan was exactly where I expected him to be—sitting in the conservatory at the far end of the mansion, surrounded by the muted light filtering through the glass panes. The room smelled faintly of damp earth and old wood, the remnants of a garden that had long since withered away. He was perched on the edge of a weathered chair, one leg crossed over the other, a book resting in his hands.

He didn't look up as I entered, though I knew he'd heard me. He always did.

For a moment, I stood in the doorway, unsure of what to say. I had spent so much time avoiding him, so much energy convincing myself that keeping my distance was the right thing to do. But now, standing here, I felt like a coward.

"Ethan," I said softly, my voice barely breaking the quiet of the room.

He looked up then, his golden eyes meeting mine. There was no judgment in his gaze, no anger or resentment, only a quiet patience that made my chest ache. He closed the book and set it aside, leaning back in the chair as he studied me.

"Leah," he said, his voice calm and steady. "How are you doing today?"

I flinched at the formality of his tone, though I knew I deserved it. I had been the one to create this distance between us, and now I had to be the one to bridge it.

I took a hesitant step forward, the weight of his gaze making my heart race. "I've been... better," I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. "But that's not why I'm here."

Ethan tilted his head slightly, his expression remaining unreadable. "Then why are you here?"

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to hold his gaze. "To apologize," I said, the words tumbling out faster than I expected. "For how I've treated you. For how I've been acting since I got here."

His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything, waiting for me to continue.

"I've been distant," I said, stepping further into the room. "Cold. I've been pushing you away when I had no right to. And I told myself it was for your sake, but the truth is... I was scared. I am scared."

Ethan leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "Scared of what?"

"Of this," I said, gesturing between us. "Of what this means. Of what it's doing to me. You're a vampire, Ethan. You've lived for centuries. You've seen and done things I can't even imagine. And me? I'm just... I'm just Leah. A werewolf. The first female shape-shifter in Quileute history and yet..."

I paused, my voice faltering as the weight of my own insecurities threatened to choke me. "And yet, I feel like I'm not enough. Not for you. Not for this."

Ethan's expression softened, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He stood then, his movements fluid and effortless, and closed the distance between us. When he stopped, he was close enough that I could feel the coolness of his presence, the faint scent of pine and earth that seemed to cling to him.

"Leah," he said, his voice low and steady, "you are more than enough."

I opened my mouth to argue, to protest, but he held up a hand, silencing me with a look that was both gentle and firm.

"You think I don't understand what this is doing to you?" he continued, his golden eyes locking onto mine. "You think I haven't noticed the way you've been struggling since the moment you walked through those doors? I know you're scared. I can feel it every time you look at me."

I flinched at his words, but he didn't stop.

"And yet, you're here," he said, his voice softening. "You're standing in front of me, telling me the truth, even though it terrifies you. That takes courage, Leah. More courage than you give yourself credit for."

I felt a lump form in my throat, my chest tightening with the weight of his words. "I just... I don't know how to do this," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to be what you need.”

Ethan's gaze softened even further, and he reached out, his hand hovering just above my cheek. "And what do you think I need?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "Someone... someone who's not me," I said finally, the words tasting bitter on my tongue.

Ethan shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping him. "Leah, you couldn't be more wrong."

His hand finally made contact, his cool fingers brushing against my skin. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was grounding, reassuring.

"What I need," he said, his voice barely above a whisper now, "is someone who challenges me. Someone who doesn't let me get away with hiding behind centuries of experience. Someone who makes me feel alive in a way I haven't in a very, very long time."

I stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. "You... you really mean that?"

He smiled then, a small, genuine smile that lit up his face in a way I hadn't seen before. "I do," he said simply. "And I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to believe it, too."

The lump in my throat grew, and I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears. "Ethan, I'm sorry," I said again, my voice breaking. "I've been so unfair to you."

He shook his head, his hand dropping to his side. "You don't have to apologise, Leah. I understand why you've been hesitant. But you don't have to face this alone. Whatever this is—whatever we are—we'll figure it out together."

His words settled over me like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my fear and doubt. For the first time since arriving at the mansion, I felt a flicker of hope, a sense of possibility that hadn't been there before.

I nodded, swallowing hard as I tried to find my voice. "Okay," I said finally, the word feeling heavier than it should. "Together."

Ethan's smile widened, and he stepped back, giving me the space I hadn't realized I needed. "Together," he echoed.

For a moment, we stood there in silence, the weight of our conversation hanging in the air. But it wasn't oppressive. It was something else entirely. Something... lighter.

And for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.

"You know, Ethan," I said, breaking the silence. "There's one good thing about this."

"And what's that?" He asked, his voice filled with quiet curiosity.

I allowed a small smile to tug at my lips, the tension in my chest easing just a fraction. "I don't feel anything for Sam anymore."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. "Sam?" he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.

I nodded, a mixture of relief and defiance rising in me. "Yeah. Sam." The name tasted strange now, like something distant, faded. "For so long, I thought I'd never be free of him. Of what he did. Of what I felt for him. But now... it's like he's just a shadow. A memory that doesn't hurt anymore."

Ethan regarded me with a quiet intensity, his golden eyes searching mine. "And you think that's because of... this?" He gestured between us, his voice careful, as if he didn't want to presume too much.

I hesitated, the question pulling at something deep inside me. "I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe. Or maybe I've just finally started to let go. But whatever it is, it feels... good. Like I'm not carrying that weight anymore."

He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. "That's a powerful thing, Leah. Letting go of the past. It's not easy, but it's necessary."

I crossed my arms, leaning back slightly as I studied him. "You sound like you've had some experience with that."

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "More than I'd care to admit," he said softly. "Centuries give you plenty of time to accumulate regrets. And even more time to learn how to live with them."

There was something in his voice—something raw and unguarded—that made my chest tighten. I had spent so much time thinking of Ethan as this untouchable, otherworldly being, but in that moment, he felt... human. Vulnerable, even.

I stepped closer, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the faint coolness of his presence again. "I don't want to live with regrets," I said quietly, the words coming out more as a confession than a statement. "Not anymore."

Ethan's gaze softened, and he reached out, his hand brushing against mine. The touch was tentative, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid I might pull away. But I didn't. Instead, I let his fingers intertwine with mine, the connection sending a strange warmth through me despite his cool skin.

"Then don't," he said simply. "Let's not waste time on what we can't change. Let's focus on what we have now. On what we can build together."

The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard, and for a moment, I couldn't find the words to respond. But I didn't need to. The bond between us—the imprinting, the connection I had fought so hard to deny—spoke louder than any words ever could.

I squeezed his hand, a small smile breaking through the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "Together," I said again, the word feeling more certain this time.

Ethan's smile widened, his eyes brightening in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "Together," he echoed, his voice filled with quiet determination.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I wasn't alone. The tapes were still missing, the world was still as chaotic and uncertain as ever, but here, in this moment, with Ethan by my side, I felt something I hadn't in a long time.

Hope.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Simon and Alana approaching us.

Ethan's golden gaze shifted as Simon and Alana approached, their presence commanding even in the soft light of the conservatory. Simon's tall, imposing frame moved with the effortless grace that only centuries of existence could grant. His sharp features were set in a neutral expression, though his sunglow golden eyes seemed to take in everything at once. Beside him, Alana was the perfect counterbalance—elegant and poised, her ethereal beauty somehow managing to soften the intensity of her husband's presence.

"Interrupting something, are we?" Simon's deep voice carried a hint of amusement, though his sharp eyes flicked to where Ethan's hand still held mine.

I instinctively stiffened, ready to pull away, but Ethan tightened his grip ever so slightly, grounding me. "Dad," he said calmly, his tone even. "Mum. What brings you here?"

It was weird thing hearing a vampire, who looked like he was in his early twenties— referring to the young couple as 'Mum' or 'Dad' or any relations. I knew that Alana was his biological mother but Simon wasn't, not by blood. Ethan had explained it once: Simon had turned Alana centuries ago, and Ethan had been born long before that, a human life before his transformation. The tangled web of their family dynamics was something I still struggled to wrap my head around.

Alana stepped forward, her expression serene but her eyes sharp as they flicked between me and Ethan. "I knew you two would still be here."

"What's going on?" I asked, trying to steady my voice under Alana's honey gold gaze. There was something about her presence that always put me on edge—not in a bad way, exactly, but in the way someone might feel standing before a force of nature.

"We're just happy to see you both talking," Simon explained. "Alana's been worrying..."

Alana shot Simon a quick, pointed look that said don't speak for me, but her expression softened when she turned back to us. "I wouldn't say worrying," she corrected, her voice smooth and melodic. "Concerned, perhaps. It's no secret the two of you have been... navigating some challenges."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and irritation. I didn't like the idea of being the subject of their concern, especially when I was already struggling to sort out my own feelings.

"We're fine," Ethan said, his voice calm but firm. "Leah and I are working through things. There's no need for concern."

Simon raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "If you say so. But you know we're here if you need us. The tapes, the investigation—it's a lot for anyone, even without... personal complications."

Ethan's jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he gave a small nod. "We appreciate it."

Alana stepped closer, her gaze settling on me. There was a warmth there, but also a piercing clarity, as though she could see straight through me. "Leah," she said softly, "I know how overwhelming this all must feel. Being here, in this world, with us—it's not easy. But you're stronger than you realize."

I blinked, caught off guard by her words. "I... thank you," I managed, unsure of what else to say.

Alana's lips curved into a gentle smile. "You'll find your way. Both of you will. Just don't be afraid to lean on each other. It's not a weakness to need someone."

Her words settled over me like a balm, soothing the lingering tension in my chest. I nodded, glancing at Ethan, who gave me a reassuring squeeze of my hand. I may not be good enough for the wolves but I was good enough for them. And that was something I need to remember.

Suddenly, Joseph appeared, sprinting towards us with a look of concern etched onto his pallid features.

"We must hide Leah," he proclaimed urgently.

"Why?" Simon inquired.

"The Volturi are on their way."

The room fell into a stunned silence. The Volturi. The name alone carried a weight that could crush even the strongest resolve. Ethan's grip on my hand tightened, his calm demeanor giving way to a flicker of unease. Simon's expression hardened, his sharp features sharpening further, while Alana's serene mask faltered ever so slightly.

"The Volturi?" Simon's voice was low and measured, but there was no mistaking the tension in it. "Why would they be coming here?"

Joseph, the ever-watchful sentinel of the mansion, glanced between us, his face pale. "I'm not sure but they're definitely coming here?"

Ethan did told me that Joseph was a tracker as well as a telepathic vampire who could sense abilities from other people— both humans and vampires alike.

"All of them?" Alana's voice quivered with trepidation.

"Not all," Joseph replied, his head shaking. "Just four."

"That's not too terrible," Ethan attempted to sound nonchalant.

Simon silenced him with a raised hand. "Who are the four?" he probed.

"Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri," Joseph disclosed.

The air in the conservatory seemed to grow colder at the mention of their names. Even I, someone who had only heard of the Volturi in stories, could feel the weight of those names. Jane and Alec—the twin terrors, wielders of pain and sensory deprivation. Felix, the enforcer, a brute of unmatched strength. And Demetri, the tracker, said to be the best in the world.

Simon's jaw tightened, his sharp features betraying the calculations running through his mind. Alana stepped closer to him, her expression a mask of calm, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of worry.

"And Gabriel is aware of their arrival?" Simon questioned.

"I told him immediately, and he's getting everyone."

Simon nodded, his golden eyes narrowing in thought. "Good. We'll need to prepare." He turned to Alana, his voice firm.

"We're not fighting, Simon," Joseph said. "Gabriel has told me that we are to avoid confrontation at all costs. The Volturi are not here for a battle. If they were, they would have sent more than four."

Simon frowned, his jaw tightening further. "That doesn't mean we should let our guard down. Their presence here is a threat in itself. Why would they send Jane and Alec if not to intimidate?"

"Look, all I know is that they're coming and I don't know why."

Alana's mind raced with questions as she whispered to herself, "When?"

Joseph's eyes remained fixed, but a veil seemed to cover them, leaving them blank. His mouth was a thin line, and he spoke with a monotone voice, "Not long, little more than an hour."

Worry crept into his voice as Ethan asked, "Where's Rhona? Gabriel and Helena? Violet? Ingram?"

Joseph's face twitched as he replied, "They're sorting out the upstairs, trying to get rid of the wet dog smell." He turned to Leah and raised his right hand, "No offence."

I grimaced, "None taken."

Joseph's face almost fell into a pity state and said, "Hey, remember, they don't know about this, okay?"

I nodded.

The air was thick with tension, each person processing the news in their own way. Ethan's hand remained firmly clasped around mine, though I could feel the subtle shift in his demeanor. His usual calm was slipping, replaced by an edge of urgency. I could sense the weight of the situation pressing down on him, on all of us.

"Helena's getting the hidden room," Joseph told me, his golden poppy eyes looking at me.

nodded quickly, though my mind was racing. A hidden room? My thoughts swirled as I tried to make sense of everything. The Volturi were coming, and they were probably coming for me. That had to be it. The weight of that realization hit me harder than I expected, like a physical blow. I could feel the panic creeping in, but I pushed it down, forcing myself to focus on the immediate reality.

Ethan's grip on my hand tightened, his thumb brushing across my skin in a soothing motion. "We'll keep you safe," he said, his voice low and steady, but there was a flicker of concern behind his eyes.

I wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. But the idea of facing the Volturi, even just four of them, made my stomach twist in knots. I remembered the confrontation when we were defending the Cullens and the other vampires. The Volturi were not to be trifled with. They were the law of the vampire world, ruthless, powerful, and unyielding.

"Helena's hidden room will be the safest place for you," Joseph continued, his gaze unwavering. "It's secure, and no one will be able to find you there. But we need to move quickly. Once they arrive, things will get... complicated."

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. "How do you know they're coming for me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Joseph's expression softened, just a little, though the tension still clung to him. "I don't know for sure. But they've been keeping an eye on you. The Volturi don't make moves like this without a reason. And when they do, it's rarely a good one."

The room felt colder, the air heavier with the weight of those words. I glanced at Alana and Simon, both of whom were silent, their faces unreadable. Alana's golden eyes met mine, a flicker of something passing through them—concern, perhaps, but also something else. Understanding.

"Leah," she said softly, her voice like a balm against the rising panic inside me. "You don't have to face this alone. We're here for you. All of us."

I nodded, trying to absorb her words, but the knot in my stomach tightened. The Volturi were coming, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

Ethan's hand slid down my arm, his fingers brushing against mine before he gently pulled me closer. "We'll get you to safety," he repeated, his voice resolute. "And we'll figure this out. Together."

I wanted to believe him. I had to.

Joseph turned, his movements quick and efficient. "We don't have much time. We need to get Leah to the hidden room now." His voice was clipped, his urgency clear.

Simon and Alana exchanged a glance, and Simon gave a small nod. "We'll stay behind, make sure the house is secure. You two go."

Ethan didn't hesitate. He led me toward the back of the conservatory, his pace quick but steady, his hand still firmly holding mine. I could feel his tension, his unease, but he didn't show it. He was focused, determined.

As we moved through the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was shifting, that the ground beneath us was about to crack open. The Volturi were coming. And whatever their reasons, I knew they wouldn't stop until they had what they wanted.

We arrived at the living room where I saw Helena by the empty fireplace. Gabriel was there too, close to the front door and Ingram and Violet were standing by the windows, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a sharp, calculating gaze. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that could only be felt when something dangerous was on the horizon.

Helena looked up as we entered, her expression calm but her eyes betraying the concern she was trying to hide. She motioned for me to follow her, her voice steady but urgent. "This way," she said, guiding me towards the fireplace.

She moved swiftly, her footsteps quiet on the polished floor, leading me toward the fireplace. I followed her closely, my heart racing as we approached what appeared to be an ordinary feature of the room. But as we neared, I saw the subtle shift in her movements, a flick of her wrist, and the fireplace slid open with a soft hiss. Behind it was a narrow, hidden passage, dimly lit by a few lanterns that hung along the walls.

"Stay close," Helena murmured, her voice low but steady. "This will take us to the safest room in the house."

I nodded, though my mind was still spinning. The Volturi were coming. I had no idea what they wanted with me, but the very thought of facing them, especially after hearing about their infamous enforcers, sent a chill down my spine. I could feel Ethan's presence beside me, his hand still tightly gripping mine, offering a silent but steadying reassurance.

As we entered the passage, the door closed quietly behind us, and the flickering light cast long shadows on the stone walls. Helena led the way, her pace quick but controlled, navigating the twisting corridors with ease. Ethan and I followed, my thoughts racing as I tried to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

"How do you know about this room?" I asked quietly, my voice echoing slightly in the narrow space.

Helena glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. "It's a precaution. For situations like this," she replied, her tone betraying a hint of something deeper, something that made me wonder just how many times they'd had to use it before. "The Volturi are not easy to avoid, but this room has been designed to keep us hidden, no matter what."

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. The weight of her words hung in the air, thick with the unspoken knowledge of how dangerous this situation truly was.

As we continued down the passage, I could feel the tension in Ethan's hand, the way his grip tightened every time the walls seemed to close in around us. He was doing his best to remain calm, but I knew this wasn't just about protecting me—this was personal for him. The Volturi had a history with his family, with him, and I could feel the undercurrent of that history in every step we took.

Finally, Helena stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, its surface intricately carved with symbols I didn't recognize. She pushed it open, revealing a small, dimly lit room beyond. It was simple, with stone walls and a single, low bed covered in soft blankets. There were shelves along one wall, filled with books and various items I couldn't make out in the dim light.

"This is it," Helena said, stepping aside to let us in. "You'll be safe here until we know more about what the Volturi want. We'll keep watch from outside."

Ethan hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. There was an unspoken question there, a silent promise that he would stay with me. But before he could say anything, Helena spoke again, her voice firm but gentle.

"You'll be fine. We'll make sure of it. But you need to stay here, and stay hidden. No one can know you're here—not even the Volturi."

I nodded, though the anxiety bubbling in my chest didn't ease. "What if they find me?"

Helena's gaze softened, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that told me she wasn't going to sugarcoat the situation. "If they find you, we'll deal with it. But we need to be prepared. Stay here, stay calm, and we'll do everything we can to keep you safe."

Ethan turned to me, his hand gently cupping my face. His golden eyes held mine, steady and unflinching, though I could see the worry lurking beneath the surface. "I'm not leaving you," he said quietly, his voice low but resolute.

"Ethan, I don't think this is a good idea," Helena said softly.

Ethan's eyes locked with Helena's, his jaw tightening in silent defiance. "I'm not leaving her," he repeated, his voice unwavering. His fingers gently brushed the side of my face, offering a brief moment of comfort before he turned back to Helena. "I'll stay with her. We're stronger together."

Helena didn't seem surprised by his response, but there was a quiet tension in her gaze. "Ethan, I understand your desire to protect her. But this situation is different. The Volturi don't play by the same rules. They don't care about your strength or your loyalty. If they find you both, it'll only make things worse."

I could feel the weight of the words in the air, heavy and undeniable. The Volturi were ruthless. They were the law, and they had no qualms about destroying anyone who crossed them. I had no idea why they were coming for me, but the idea of facing them—let alone facing them with Ethan—was terrifying.

But it was a part of me that wanted Ethan to go with his family.

The tension in the hidden room was palpable, thick with the weight of impending danger. I could feel it pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. Ethan stood by my side, his golden gaze unwavering as he focused on the situation, but his hand still held mine with a reassuring grip. The warmth of his touch was the only thing grounding me in this moment.

Helena's words echoed in my mind, her warning about the Volturi ringing louder than ever. If they find you, we'll deal with it. The idea of facing them, of being caught in their grasp, was terrifying. But even more than that, the thought of being separated from Ethan, of him facing them without me, felt like something I couldn't bear.

But as I looked at him now, I saw the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between wanting to protect me and knowing that staying here, in this room, might be the safest option. The tension between us was thick, like an invisible thread tugging us in different directions.

"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't want you to stay if it's too dangerous."

Ethan's eyes softened, his thumb brushing across the back of my hand in a comforting gesture. "I'm not leaving you, Leah. Not now. Not when you need me."

Helena's sharp gaze flicked between us, sensing the undercurrent of our conversation. "Ethan, you're not helping her by staying here. You'll only make it harder for everyone. The Volturi are ruthless, and if they find you both—"

"I'm not leaving her."

I placed my hand on his chest. "Ethan," I said softly, my voice trembling but firm. "I need you to be safe too. If something happens to you because of me... I couldn't live with that."

His jaw tightened, his golden eyes searching mine for a long moment. The defiance in his expression wavered, replaced by something deeper—fear, love, and an overwhelming need to protect me. He exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging slightly as if the weight of the situation had finally settled on him.

Helena stepped closer, her voice gentler now. "Ethan, you can protect her better by staying out of sight, ready to act if necessary. But if you're here and they find you both, it'll be harder to fight or negotiate. Please, trust us."

Ethan's gaze flicked to Helena, then back to me. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his instincts and logic. Finally, he nodded, though it seemed to take every ounce of his willpower. "Fine," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "But if anything happens—"

"Nothing will happen," Helena interrupted firmly. "We'll keep her safe."

Ethan turned back to me, his hand cupping my face once more. "I'll be close," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. "If anything happens, if you need me, I'll be here in an instant."

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. "I know."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before stepping back. The loss of his touch felt like a cold wind cutting through me, but I forced myself to stay strong. He lingered for a moment longer, his gaze locked on mine, before turning and following Helena out of the room.

As the door closed behind them, the hidden room seemed to grow quieter, the flickering lantern light casting long shadows on the walls. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady my breathing. The silence was deafening, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a physical force.

The Volturi were coming. 

And I was alone.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Monster boy with a breeding and mommy kink that’s desperate to get you pregnant so he can be snuggled and taste your breast milk… he both wants to be pampered and spoiled and to do the same to you…

Maybe it’s a cat hybrid/werewolf that lost his mother when he was young and still has those kitten/puppy behaviors, wanting to knead and suckle on your breasts while you keep his knot warm.

Maybe it’s a vampire/elf that hasn’t seen his mother in centuries and just needs that affection and unconditional love, who wants to sleepily fuck into you while while you give him lots of affection and encouragement.

He just loves you, you’re his mate, his lover. You’re the only one that can make him feel so soft, so fuzzy and warm inside. He calls you mommy/mama when he cums, and just wants lots of snuggles for aftercare.

Tell him he did a good job, and how much you love him… he really needs to hear it.

Thinking… thinking about this a lot…

[aklaustaleteller]

@ghayda0 requested via submission: Hi, please ignore if you’re not taking requests. Klaus is out all day. Literally from morning to midnight and when he comes back, Y/N is very pissed at him and giving him the silent treatment. At first Klaus’s amused by her actions, thinking Y/N is just being bratty but when she starts tearing up, maybe mid argument, he sees that’s she’s genuinely hurt. Maybe it was their anniversary or her birthday and he forgot. Can be smutty if you want to be, I mean he has to make it up somehow ;)

Entirety of Eternity

Waiting and waiting for Klaus to return home, Y/n's grasp on reality soon slipped and she fell into a sad, sad slumber. But then Klaus finally comes back, and he doesn't know what he's done wrong -- and Y/n won't tell him. Until she does, shouting at him how the night clearly wasn't anything special to him. And now, all Klaus wants is to show her just how much she, and their relationship, truly mean to him.

Warnings - Smut and some mentions of blood.

Word Count - 3.3k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

Not super proud of the way I wrote this one, but I'm pretty certain that it isn't that bad (please tell me it isn't) And thank you for requesting this -- I hope you enjoy reading it!

Y/n was sat on one end of the dining table, her face resting in her quite sweaty palms as she waited for her ears to finally perk up at the sound of the front door to the mansion opening. But it was beginning to cross the two-hour mark and still, there was no sound.

Every once in a while, the sound of her earrings' tiny bells would chime in her ears as she'd change her position to get more comfortable. At least as comfortable as she could on a wooden chair.

A deep wine-red dress adorned her body, pooling on the ground around her feet as she sat. Delicate jewellery hung from her ears, her wrists and a dainty necklace rested just below her collarbone. Sighing defeatedly, she let her head lay atop her arms on the dining table, looking at the polished plates in front of her and then at the empty seat across from her.

Tonight was nothing special, at least not to Klaus considering the fact that he had yet to return home. But it was to her. After all, this was the day that he had turned into a hybrid himself, and then turned her into one as well – justifying it with the purpose that he just wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her.

This was just the fifth year, and already he was forgetting their anniversary.

Maybe this wasn't so special after all. But when you've got the entirety of eternity on your hands, surely you'd try and celebrate as many occasions as possible to keep things special and ...to keep their value.

The clock rang throughout the empty house, finally hitting one in the morning and he still wasn't standing across from her. And she was getting too close to doubting if he even will tonight.

And even if it wasn't so special to him, shouldn't he have listened to her when she'd so excitedly told him to return home early tonight as she'd have something special waiting for him? Wouldn't matter anymore because all the food that she'd cooked herself had gone cold, and the candles she'd set up had burned down to the wick.

The dust had begun to settle on the exposed crockery, the moon had hidden itself behind the clouds and her heart had begun wilting away inside her chest.

She didn't quite realise when her hold on reality slipped and she fell into a sad slumber, but she woke up to the feel of a hand on her arm and a soft voice coaxing her back to life.

"There you are, my darling," Klaus smiled, already kneeling beside her so he was face to face with her. "Why didn't you go to bed?"

Y/n looked at him with eyes that were screaming how could he have the guts, the audacity to ask her that and so callously pretend that he hadn't just come home past midnight despite her sweet request that went against his act.

But when her shouts fell on deaf ears, she simply turned the other way from where Klaus was sitting and stood up. "The dinner's gone cold... I'd suggest you warm it up before eating, it'd taste better," she told him as she walked up the stairs, her gaze empty but her blood heating up rapidly.

Klaus looked at her as she walked away, amusement filling him up to the brim at her antics. Yes, she'd asked him to return early but it was for no special occasion, and he'd gotten himself in a rather sticky situation, so why was she upset out of the blue?

He was even sure that she his reasoning in someone's red blood covering him from head to toe, beginning to dry up. And he wished that she'd clean him up like every other time, so he decided to eat first. Give her some time to change her clothes and get comfortable for the night before he could go over to her and ask her innocently to help him clean himself off.

So he sat and ate, his eyes closing every once in a while at the feeling of the home cooked meal filling him up with all the love he could digest.

Rinsing off his dishes, Klaus sped up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with Y/n as her lover, a frown settling itself between his brows when he caught her sitting in front of the vanity, lost in some thought as she glared at a broken lipstick.

"What's wrong, my love?" Klaus asked her, concern lacing his voice as he walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he locked his eyes with hers in the mirror.

His frown only deepened further when she didn't reply and began removing her jewellery, looking at him with big eyes trembling with fury. He didn't move, not until she was getting up and moving towards the bed, which had him following her hot on her heels.

"C'mon, it's not the right time to be a brat, sweetheart," Klaus joked, chuckling to himself but stopped when she shot him a look sharp enough to make him flinch.

"Just tell me what's happened!" Klaus insisted, kneeling in front of her and holding her hand, ignoring the fact that she didn't weave her fingers through his' and pick his hand up to press a kiss on his knuckles like she usually did.

"Where were you?" She asked, forcing her voice to be at a bay.

"Well, some newbies truly thought that they could have my head on a sword for them to take home to their master,” he chuckled. “And their plan was quite impressive, dare I say,” shrugging he said, passing her a grin which, expectedly, wasn’t reciprocated. 

“I apologise for not coming home earlier,” he sighed. But he knew that she knew that he truly wasn’t, for he didn’t even yet realise the density of this grave mistake he had made. And when she continued with her silence, Klaus finally cracked. 

“It’d not as if tonight’s anything special!”

And right then, Y/n heard something crack inside her. Possibly her dead heart. 

“I know you wanted me to return early tonight and I’m sorry that I didn’t, I truly am!” He almost whined, trying to show her how unreasonable she was being as he started pacing the room. “But this has happened before and you’ve never been this upset, so just tell me what have I done wrong!” 

He felt quite embarrassed once he was done shouting due to her lack of response, and sighed once more before walking towards her.

“It was our anniversary,” she started, quickly glancing at the clock, “yesterday.”

Klaus stopped in midst of his way to her, his heart dropping in his stomach as he finally found himself at a loss of words. His mouth moved, but nothing came out except for some incoherent stutters. 

“Forget it. It was nothing special,” she gritted through her teeth, not wanting her anger to get the best of her but she could feel it slipping out of her grasp.

“Darling – I,” Klaus stuttered, looking at the floor, wishing it’d remind him how to speak. “I’m so sorry darling,” Klaus breathed, his gaze turning doe-eyed as the realisation set in. 

“No you’re not!” Y/n shouted, getting off the bed to walk towards him. “You are not sorry, Klaus. You clearly don’t care!”

Hot tears were lined up against her lower lashline, making it hard for her to see clearly.

“You were showing that last night meant nothing to you for so long and you even said it! It was no special occasion!” She yelled, her voice shaking as her brain debated whether she was trying to convince herself about that, or him. 

And the way she was talking about their anniversary in a way that it truly had passed and that it was the next day, was only breaking his heart worse. 

“Darling our anniversary means the world to me,” he desperately said. “I’d just carelessly forgotten about it but please don’t think that it doesn’t mean anything to me,” he whispered, his eyes aching to meet with hers but she just wouldn’t let it happen, looking to the side. 

But the moment those words left  his mouth, a bitter chuckle escaped her mouth as she finally looked him in the eyes. 

“Can you hear yourself Klaus?” She asked him, shaking her head. “If it did mean anything to you, you wouldn’t have forgotten about it!” She told him, fisting her hand to prevent herself from ripping her hair out of her scalp. 

“Please let me make it up to you, darling,” Klaus begged, his own tears threatening to spill. “I’d been a bastard to do such a thing but please let me show you how much you mean to me,” his voice went meek as he lowered his head to meet her eyes. “How much this,” Klaus whispered, motioning his hand to point at her and then at himself, “means to me,” he finished, cautiously cupping her face in his rough hands. 

And he breathed in relief when she leaned into his touch, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

“I cooked us a meal, lit up candles and I only wore this dress so you could take it off,” she admitted, a tinge of pink rising on her cheeks, betraying her sadness. “And you just had to go and mess everything up,” she sighed, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around him, clinging to his torso while resting her face in the cervix of his neck, ignoring the dried blood that covered his clothes and exposed skin. 

“And I’m so sorry darling,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I swear I’ll never do something like this again,” he smiled, swaying them side to side. 

Y/n detached herself from him then, her hair a bit ruffled due to his touch. “Please don’t,” she chuckled, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before weaving their fingers together and walking towards the bathroom. 

“You better not show up some day covered in your own blood,” Y/n warned him as she sat him on the bathroom counter and wetted a towel. 

She began wiping the blood off of him with ease, having done this a million and more times by now. And she’d just wiped down his neck when she realised that he had way more blood on him that she’d expected, and some in his hair as well.

“Why don’t you just take a shower? You genuinely have blood everywhere, hell it’s even in your hair,” she laughed and didn’t wait for his answer as she went on to turn on the shower and nodded her head at him, urging him to get in already. 

“You’re not joining me, are you?” Klaus asked, teasingly and nervously. 

“You wish, don’t you?” She grinned before walking out, her ears picking up on him mumbling how she very well knew that he did. 

And Y/n had just been sitting on the bed, waiting for him when he finally walked out of the shower, in a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. And his drenched curls stuck to his forehead while water shone off of his chiselled chest, a teasing smirk on his mouth as he looked at her while she took him in.

He began walking towards her, a certain glint in his eyes as he watched her shut off the book in her lap and place it on her bedside table. Once he stood beside her, he took her hands in his and began moving so that she’d stand up and walk with him. 

Leaning in, he hovered his mouth over hers before tilting his head slightly so that he was whispering in her ear.

“You said you’d only worn this dress so I could take it off… yes?” He asked her, beginning to sway the two of them across the room, listening in to hear her heartbeat picking up while her heavy breath fanned his neck. 

Y/n hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close when he began pressing feather light kisses up her neck. She looked at him with intrigue when he stood the both of them in front of the mirror, looking at her with the slightest smirk from behind. 

“Gonna still let me take you up on that offer, darling?” he asked, his fingers dancing across her shoulders until she nodded her head, and whispered a small yes. 

“Gonna let me show you how much truly special you are to me?” He asked again, clearly teasing her as he fingers travelled to her back. He pressed his mouth against her jaw when she nodded again, eyes still on her in the mirror as he began nipping at her skin, leaving behind the very first hickey. 

He undid the chain of the dress, letting it slump off of her torso and expose her naked breasts to him. No bra, he grinned, licking the bruising skin on her jaw as a blush creeped up on the highs of her cheeks. 

From behind, his hands slithered across her skin, from her back to now her breasts, flicking the hardened nipples as he littered love bites all over her neck. 

He made sure that while he touched her, his eyes remained locked with hers. She knew after so many years with him that he preferred eye contact during such intimate moments, that he preferred to see how much effect he had on her – how he had her at his mercy just by touch. 

“Klaus,” she breathed with pleading eyes and let her head fall against his chest as he began to force the rest of her dress to slip off of her figure. 

“Darling,” Klaus smiled, turning her around once she’d stepped out of the dress that was merely a pool on the floor now. He picked her up, bridal style and walked over to their bed, laying her on it gently unlike other times when he’d roughly toss her on it. After all, he had some apologising to do tonight.

Moving to hover above her, Klaus resumed his kisses and marks, slipping lower and lower on her body until her fingers were clutching his curls while he bit lightly on the lowest point of her stomach. 

“Stop all this teasing now, Klaus,” Y/n asked of him, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him with a rather scolding look as he looked back at her with mischievousness swimming in his eyes.

“Only because I’m truly sorry,” Klaus grinned at her, teasing her for the final time before he pressed his mouth against her aching core, licking up her hole to her clit, spreading her arousal before he could actually begin. 

Y/n’s breathing hitched and a moan escaped her mouth when she felt him increase his pace a bit. His fingers dug into the skin on her hips as he kept his hold tight on her, forcing himself as close to her pussy as he could, his nose breathing in her scent and tongue lapping up her wetness. 

“Oh Klaus,” she whined when he shifted all his attention on her clit, sucking on it until he began feeling a tremor coursing through her thighs. 

He went back to licking up her arousal then, wanting to prolong her orgasm to give her a good one instead. And his own grunts began to vibrate against her core when he began to rub against the bed, causing her arousal begin dripping down his chin. 

“You taste fucking amazing, darling,” he told her as he pushed a finger inside her with ease, quickly adding another one at the realisation of just how open and ready he’d got her dawned on him. 

Y/n mewled above him, her moans turning into louder groans as he pushed himself against her core again, flicking her clit with his tongue while pumping his fingers inside her at a fast pace. Her eyes fell shut as the knot in her belly began to move lower and lower, a pleasing and burning sensation coursing through her body, causing her to begin shaking. 

Her thighs instinctively closed shut around Klaus’ head, her hands pushing against his head to get away from him, making him increase his pace even more. 

“Klaus, please!” She cried out to him, begging for release while her back arched off the bed, her eyes flying open when Klaus detached his mouth from her, keeping his fingers at work regardless. 

“Look at me,” he breathed, her arousal smeared across his mouth, along with a couple strings connecting his mouth and her core.

And he went right back to messing with her now puffy clit once he had her eyes on him. Noises of his tongue licking her up and down began to fill the room along with the ones coming from him fingering her, and her hips stuttered to move just once more before she was crying out, trying with all her might to get away from his mouth as she grew more and more sensitive as he made her ride out her orgasm. 

Klaus finally stopped after a couple more kitten licks then, crawling back up to her to kiss her. And he had just cupped her jaw when she flipped them over, now straddling his naked hips as the towel remained lying near the foot of the bed. 

And she began lining his hardened cock against her pussy, slowly sinking down on him until he was fully inside her. She placed her hands on top of his which were situated on her waist and then she began moving up and down, increasing her pace with each jump. 

“Only because I’m forgiving you,” she lazily grinned at him, making him chuckle hoarsely.

Klaus’ hands slowly slithered up her torso then, and cupped her breasts as their bouncing in his face was going to make him reach his high embarrassingly fast. 

And when he noticed her pace slowing down, he placed his hold back on her waist to hold her in place while he thrusted up into her, fucking her well enough for her to lean forward and hover over him with her eyes clenched shut. 

“Fucking hell,” Klaus gritted as her breasts were now back in his face, bouncing so prettily that he couldn’t help but take one of her nipples in his mouth to tease her into another orgasm now. 

“Oh I’m gonna cum again,” she moaned close to his ears, and it was enough to make him slip his hand between their connected bodies and rub her clit, all while he felt himself growing closer and closer to tipping over the edge himself. 

“Give it to me darling – give it to your husband,” Klaus groaned as he felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm slipping past her entrance and onto the base of his cock, making him spill inside her with a loud moan.

Making a few more deep and hard thrusts, Klaus finally stopped, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy as Y/n laid on top of him, wrapping her arms around his torso. 

“I fear you’ll need another shower, Klaus,” Y/n giggled, laughing harder when he sped both of them into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, kissing her with a wide grin on his own mouth. 

“Please buy more dresses just for me to take them off, my love,” Klaus told her, his teasing grin turning into dropped jaw when her arse brushed against him, eliciting an even deeper moan from him when she pressed herself further into him and began peppering kisses across his chest, nipping at the skin every once in a while just to hear him hiss.

“For the entirety of eternity, yes?” She grinned, yelling in surprise when he pushed her against the wall and pressed his mouth on hers, mumbling a hoarse ‘yes’ as she wrapped her legs around his waist.   

[davinawritings]

Just a poll for my curiosity and so I can know my readers a little better!

[lilaccmilk]

JANE'S MASTERLIST

!please keep in mind most things i write are with gn or fem reader!

Werewolf

NEEDY

— needy bf headcanons. (smut)

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM WEREWOLF?

— exactly as the title suggests. (fluff)

TEASING TOUCH

— you tease your submissive boyfriend 'till he breaks. (smut)

FIRST TIME

— first time with your boyfriend <3 (smut obv)

SUBMIT

— your submissive boyfriend goes into heat and you're the only cure (smut)

Mine.

— your possesive boyfriend makes it clear that you are his. 01. WRITE IT ON MY NECK, WHY DON'T YA? (smut) 02. BABY, I'M YOURS (fluff)

BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN

— Werewolf bf gets jealous. Yeah. (smut)

DID I MAKE YOU SCREAM?

— asking your werewolf bf to wear a ghostface mask and chase you around the house, gives you a lot more than what you asked for. not that you’re complaining anyways. (smut)

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Monster Under The Bed

TASTE

— the monster under your bed wanting you bad. (slight smut)

SCARY? MY GOD YOU'RE DIVINE.

— what happens when you finally meet the monster under your bed? (smut)

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Vampire

IF YOU THINK I'M PRETTY, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME.

— sending a pic of yourself in a lingerie to your boyfriend who was at work, was a mistake. surprising him with one in his favorite color was another one. (smut)

BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN

— But Vampire bf? oh. he gets possessive. (smut)

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Hybrids/Others

BUT FRIENDS DON'T KNOW THE WAY YOU TASTE

— your panther!hybrid 'best friend' eats you out. (smut)

WINTERS

— how your naga!boyfriend gets during winters (fluff, smut)

“I AM JUST A DUMB BUNNY, BUT WE ARE GOOD AT MULTIPLYING.”

— mating season is exhausting, but stamina isn't much of a problem for you and your boyfriend. -hare! male hybrid x lioness!fem reader. (smut)

COULDN'T STOP LOOKING AT HER T-T-T-T, FACE! — PART 2

— merman bf who's obsessed with your boobs.

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Daydreams (mostly smut)

01. 02.

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Male x Male

WOLF? DID YOU MEAN PUPPY? FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT NERD AND THE JOCK SHOULDN'T STOP TRYING

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hi hi!

If your last post (Klaus!alpha) I lovedddd!!

I noticed you mentioned omegas stealing alphas

Would you consider doing a story where Klaus is with an omega (maybe tatia or caroline) but he finds reader and realises she’s not just an omega but his mate and his wolf gets desperate to knot her instead?

No Lies can Keep me Away -Alpha!Klaus

(I will absolutely write that! I love this request so much, however I’m not okay with cheating so Klaus will Not be cheating but he will be ‘leaving’ Caroline for his Omega)

Warning: Mentions of SA while too drunk to consent

They were not together.

Klaus had made that clear to Caroline about 1,000 times. He was an Alpha and he wanted his own Omega, the one that was made just for him. Until then however, Caroline was a fun distraction. Klaus hated being alone, other than when he was painting, and so she was perfect since she was always happy to spend time with him. That is all they were, friends with some benefits.

Klaus had never really considered how far Caroline would go to “keep him” but when he did she was lucky he was too busy to kill her.

Klaus didn’t have many friends, his group was small and just made up of his brother and Caroline’s friends. Elijah was mated to Katherine who was Caroline’s best friend then there was Bonnie and Y/n. Y/n and Caroline were both Omegas and only friends because of Bonnie and Katherine, Omegas almost always hate each other and it was very clear that Caroline was the “dominant” so to speak. Y/n was quiet and always deferred to her friends, following along with what they did even if she didn’t want to. Klaus often felt bad for her, she clearly needed an Alpha, someone to protect her, she was too sweet for her own good and it got her hurt a lot. He would speak up for her much of the time when Caroline went too far like trying to force her into going home with guys from whatever bar they were at when she clearly didn’t want to. It always ended up with Caroline up his ass for “being in love” with her and how he never defends her like that.

Klaus couldn’t help it. Something about Y/n made him protective and he wanted to ensure she was safe. He never expected that to mean anything more than him just wanting to protect the sweet girl, until the morning after finals.

Klaus awoke on the couch to a whimpering sound tugging at his chest, instantly noticing that Caroline was cuddled into his side making him groan. She knew he hated her doing this, hated her pretending they were more than they were and cuddling into him while he’s passed out from a night of drinking. She just wanted to be able to tell everyone they “cuddled all night” and it was one of the things he hated the most. Caroline ended up in his bed after a party a lot, dragging him off to bed and staying the night only for them to both wake up naked. He knew she enjoyed fucking him when he was drunk since he didn’t “treat her like nothing but a simple fuck” as she put it or push her away afterwards but he always felt so grossed out after it happened, like he couldn’t wash the experience away without scraping off his skin. Luckily today they passed out in Katherine’s apartment on the couch and that left no room for her to do anything.

He sat up, pushing a pillow under her head and shoving the blanket off of him, thankfully she was a deep sleeper and he knew she would be out until much later. While he debated on getting coffee he noticed Y/n was up, rushing around trying to find her things and whining nervously letting him know that this was the noise that awoke him. He wasn’t shocked, an Omega in distress had always woken him up, ever since Kol presented and would cry over whatever was bothering him that day, he always had been a weepy Omega.

‘It’s up there.’ He pointed and she jumped, not having realized she wasn’t the only one awake. He pointed to her boot that was, for some reason, on the bookshelf. ‘I’ll get it-‘

‘No!’ She exclaimed and he jumped in surprise, never having known her to be loud…ever. ‘I mean-I’ve got it. Go back to sleep, Caroline will be upset if you leave her alone.’ She stated, reaching high to barely get the shoe from the top shelf, Klaus staring at her ass in those cute shorts which always made his pants tight. He had wished for years that this sweet little Omega could have been his with how strongly she set him on edge. She was just such a perfect Omega that he knew he would live his life jealous of whoever she did end up with while he would probably be stuck with Caroline forever just to avoid loneliness.

‘Fuck that, she doesn’t care when I’m pissed, she can be as upset with me as she wants…classes are over, where are you rushing off to?’ He wondered, the hangover beginning to be too much with the sun coming through the shades.

‘I just have to go home. I have something I have to get by 8 and it’s-Fuck! Bye!’ She exclaimed, not tying her boots as she ran passed him and out the front door. Klaus stood, grabbing his keys, phone and wallet before sliding on his shoes and closing the door behind him to see her leaning against the side of Caroline’s car and groaning.

‘Yeah, we threw that in the fire last night.’ Y/n’s bike had been thrown into the bonfire at some point when Caroline pointed out she wouldn’t need the stupid thing to get to and from classes anymore. ‘Get in, I’ll drive you-‘

‘No! No, you don’t need to. I’ll run, it’s no big deal-‘

‘Y/n! Seriously, you hate running and it’s not a problem. I’m going to get coffee anyway. We’ll go get your stuff and we’ll pick up coffee for everyone on the way back. Get in the car, I’m not taking “no” for an answer.’ She groaned before jumping into the truck and sitting in the back seat as far from him as possible. ‘I’m not a chauffeur love, get up here.’ He teased and grinned when she cracked a smile. ‘You don’t need to be so nervous, she’s not going to hurt you.’ Klaus knew that Caroline hated him being around other Omegas especially alone and that included Y/n, even though he knew her scent and she wasn���t his mate, Caroline didn’t seem to care. She hated him around Y/n most of all, even more than strangers.

‘You clearly don’t know your girlfriend very well.’ She mumbled, arms crossed and leaning away from him against the door in a position that looked painful with how far away she was trying to get.

‘I don’t know how many times I can tell people this, she is Not my girlfriend! Yes, we sleep together sometimes but it’s only ever been because I hate being alone that we’ve hung out together. I feel like I’ve made it very clear to everyone that I’m waiting for my mate and she…she just doesn’t care. It’s honestly annoying, she doesn’t care what I like and don’t like, she does what she wants, like sleeping with me in my bed. I’ve told her not to a billion times but does she listen? No, she just climbs into my bed when I’m drunk as hell and fucks me. She always tells people we’re together and makes me look like an ass when I tell people we’re not. I don’t…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant to you like that, I…I’m sorry.’

‘Klaus…you don’t need to be sorry. I didn’t know, she always said…I didn’t know you were looking for your mate. I-fuck…I’m so sorry.’ Y/n wanted to tell him but after all these years she didn’t know how to…sadly it seemed, she didn’t need to because the universe was going to do it for her. The suppressants that Omegas take need to be ingested within the same hour everyday or they stop working almost immediately, needing a constant supply in their body to keep their scent and heat away. Y/n takes hers every morning before classes at 7am, it was now 8 and as her watch began beeping she moved to turn it off quickly.

‘It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have dropped her years ago, I was just scared of not having anyone anymore. The people I hang out with are Caroline’s friends other than Elijah and he’ll do what Katherine says, so will you and Bonnie and I just…I put up with it.’

‘Klaus! She’s sexually assaulting you just so that she can live in a fantasy world where you love her, no one would drop you for that kind of crazy! I…I thought you loved her-I thought…I’m so sorry.’ She couldn’t stop saying it, feeling the need to apologize a billion more times.

Klaus put the car in park as he pulled up outside of her dorm. ‘Please don’t apologize? I’m not-what…what is that smell?’ He questioned and Y/n went rigid.

‘I have to go! I’m not feeling great, I’m just gonna stay in today! Thanks for the ride!’ She rushed her words out before nearly breaking her neck jumping from the truck and slamming the door, sprinting into the dorm leaving Klaus confused and alone to piece things together.

In his defense it only took him a moment of smelling the astounding scent and thinking about what she said and why she was apologizing to figure it all out, the key clue being his forming knot from smelling his Omega for the first time. He was out of the car and in the building in record time before sprinting down the hall to her room, opening the door and seeing her on her bed, tears streaming as she tried to open a pill bottle. Klaus rushed to grab the bottle from her and took it to the bathroom, pouring them into the toilet, Y/n trying to grab the bottle from him.

‘What did you do?!’ She cried, pathetically punching at him for a moment as he flushed them before allowing him to pull her to him and cry against his strong chest. He carried her back into her room and to her nest, allowing her to cry as long as she needed, content as he took in her scent, in a way he never thought he could be. ‘I’m sorry I hit you.’ She mumbled, her voice hoarse from crying.

‘It’s alright. Do you feel better now?’ She shook her head, moving to pull away but he held her tight. ‘Why didn’t you tell me Y/n? You’re my Omega, the most important thing in the world for me-for us…what did you think I was going to do?’

‘I was already on the suppressants when I started school here. When I realized you were…well-‘

‘Your Alpha. You can say it. I’m your Alpha, and you’re my Omega.’ She nodded, looking up at him unsure before he kissed her head.

‘I told Caroline about it as soon as I realized and she said you two were together. That you were in love and I…I didn’t want to ruin that for you. Plenty of people don’t wait for their mates and when she said you had given up looking I just…I wanted you to be happy. She always made it seem like you were and…I’m so sorry!

‘No. No more of that. She lied to us both…no more hiding. Okay?’ Y/n nodded and Klaus pulled her close before pressing his lips to hers. She hesitated but as he tightened his grip on her waist her body melted into his, 4 years of suffering with her Alphas scent under her nose and unable to be with him finally being over. ‘I’m sorry that you had to suffer through that, I should have rid myself of her a long time ago. I’m scared of being alone…it’s embarrassing to admit but putting up with her abuse and crazy bullshit was easier than…I’m-‘

‘If you say “sorry” I’m going to spank you.’ His eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face that he could not stop. ‘She hurt you, she lied to you and she-she assaulted you. We both fucked up but I’m happy to blame it all on Caroline since that’s where it all started and as soon as I see her face I’m going to cave it in for ever hurting my Alpha.’ She growled angrily.

‘That was the cutest little growl. Oh my God, you’re so precious!’ He coo’ed, pulling her close to kiss her again just before his phone began ringing. They both groaned, knowing whose ringtone it was as it sang Material Girl by Madonna and Klaus pulled his phone out, silencing the call, kissing her again. He had just pulled her to straddle his lap when her phone began to ring.

‘Okay, you know what? This is just going off.’ She rejected the call, blocking Caroline’s number and turning off her phone, her Alpha laughing and joining her immediately.

‘She’s going to lose her mind.’ He laughed, feeling a tad giddy, enjoying the idea of making her as upset as she constantly made him. ‘You smell wonderful, you know that?’ His nose found it’s way back to her neck and he enjoyed the little giggle she let slip, usually being so quiet. ‘Don’t you ever hide this from me again…wanna scent you for the rest of my life.’

‘Whenever you want Alpha, all yours.’ She purred, snuggling in close.

‘It won’t be long now that you missed the suppressants, your heat will probably start by tomorrow.’ He told her, moving to take off her jacket and shoes as well as his own before pulling the comforter over them in the already chilled room but making a mental note to make it colder as she would probably begin sweating in the night. Good thing about Omega dorms, they always (legally have to) have amazing air conditioning units. All Omega dorms had to have the option of killer AC with how hot they get at all times but especially during their heat. Her nest was cozy and wonderfully scented, he would be shocked if he could ever summon the willpower to leave it.

‘Please don’t leave? I don’t-‘

‘No Omega, I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want but I will be here to take care of you. I’m going to do it right now, I promise. For now, you need to sleep. You’re hung over, dehydrated and sleep deprived, drink for me.’ He instructed as he got a bottle of water from the mini fridge beside the bed and had her drink half of it.

‘Don’t torture yourself okay?’ He looked at her questioningly, not understanding what she meant. ‘I want you, don’t get all dumb wondering if I would want you to touch me, you can help me through it…if you want to.’ She rushed out and Klaus just smiled. ‘I know maybe being with someone is uncomfortable for you and if all you want is to just be here with me then that’s okay, don’t torture yourself either way.’

Klaus was touched. Not only was she willing to trust him to do as her Alpha should and rut her through her heat but she is willing to suffer without it if he isn’t comfortable after everything Caroline had done to him. ‘No one has ever been that understanding before. I’m okay, I promise, I will always take care of you Omega…I’ve been looking for you for so long and you’ve been here under my nose for 4 years…you’re mine now. I’m stealing you and you’re gonna come and live with me. Got my fathers huge house in Damascus Virginia in the mountains, small town, quiet…everything you want if I remember correctly?’ Y/n was instantly stunned that he had remembered that. ‘I always paid attention. Didn’t like Caroline being cruel to you, turns out she always was anyway and she was using me to do it…‘

‘Virginia it is. Nice place to have a family.’ Klaus’ eyes widen at that thought.

‘You want to have my pups?’ She nodded and he groaned, feeling his cock swell as he pulled her closer, her back now against his chest. ‘I admit, I’ve thought about you swollen with my pups before, look so fucking gorgeous! Gonna be the death of me, Omega…just let your Alpha hold you baby. You need rest before your heat, can’t have you feeling even worse, can I?’

‘My good Alpha, so sweet to me.’ She turned to bury her face into Klaus’ chest and he groaned, holding her to him tightly and waiting until he heard that soft little snore that he knew she made before allowing himself to fall asleep.

They were both awoken (according to the clock) 2 hours later to a loud banging on the door.

‘The TA will make her stop if we just ignore it, it’s alright.’ Klaus mumbled, assuming it was Caroline as he pulled a blanket over their heads before hearing a familiar voice.

‘Niklaus! I know you’re in there, your phone is off! What’s going on, come on?!’ Klaus huffed, kissing her head and moving to speak to Elijah, only to open the door and find his brother along with his girlfriend and Caroline who looked ready to spit venom.

‘Really Elijah? You knew I was avoiding her and you did this? This is why I don’t trust you!’ He growled, moving to slam the door before Caroline caught it, shoving her way in.

‘You! You stole my mate, you little Knot-Hole!’ Everyone in the room reacted to that, even Elijah and Kat being shocked at the derogatory slur that is not permitted on school grounds-let alone to be used to others mates and doing so has gotten people really hurt.

‘If you ever call her that again...’ Klaus warned, stepping around her to get between them when she got too close to the bed. ‘Do not touch her nest, get the fuck out of our room. I don’t need to tell you anything about Y/n and I because you and I were never together. I am not, nor have I ever been your boyfriend, let alone your mate you delusional cunt!’

‘You’re just being cruel now!’ She cried, trying to get sympathy as always though even Kat was unsure what to do after what Caroline had called their friend-another Omega at that. An Omega using that word at all-let alone against another Omega was unheard of.

‘We never dated! Not once, for one singular day! I fucked you because I was lonely and you were fun for a while and I don’t care how cruel that sounds because you knew the deal from day 1. That wasn’t what you wanted though because then you told everyone we were mates even though you knew I was desperately searching for my real Omega, and you kept crawling into my bed which you knew I hated. Then you started fucking me when I was too drunk to push you off just so you could sleep with me without me shoving you away and “treating you like a simple fuck”! And Now I Find Out-You’ve been Lying to Y/n about us to keep her from telling me the truth for 4 years! She’s my Omega! Not a fun night, not a girlfriend to waste time with, My Omega! You’re a manipulative, slutty cunt and I want you out of our room and out of my life! You can also be damn sure I will be telling everyone exactly what you are.’

‘Yeah, a fucking rapist…’ Y/n scoffed, Caroline glaring and baring her fangs at the shy girl that she knew would never defend herself.

‘Shut your lying, thief mouth! You Stole my Alpha! What kind of a friend are you-‘

‘You stole mine for 4 years, right back at you whore.’ Everyone was shocked in that moment, never having heard the sweet creature say anything like that before.

‘Oh. Now that you have what’s mine behind you, you think you’re all big and bad? No, you’re still a useless little Fuckhole that nobody has ever wanted. He’ll come back to me when he realizes how useless you are-‘ Caroline was cut off as her ex best friend launched herself forward from the nest and took her to the floor, beating her violently and digging her claws into her face in a vicious attack.

‘You’re a dirty fucking rapist and if you ever come near him again I will cut you up so bad they’ll never get all the pieces together again, you filthy fucking whore-I-‘

She got no more words out as her Alphas arms wrapped around her and lifted her off the bloody mess that Caroline once called a face. ‘Enough Omega, Shh, it’s okay. She’s going, you’re alright!’ He put her back into her nest and grabbed the baby wipes he kept in his bag for his future Omega (along with hair ties, chapstick and a pad for surprise heat symptoms), quickly beginning to clean off the blood from her claws.

Neither Elijah nor Katherine moved to help Caroline no matter how much she whined. ‘Kat…’

‘Don’t Kat me, I’m not having you think you can climb on top of my man next. Get the fuck away from me.’ She growled, grabbing the blonde by her hair and dragging her into the hallway, Klaus moving to watch the Omega be dropped in a pathetic pile in the dorm hall. ‘I was recording cause I thought it would be funny to watch Klaus get told off but I’ll give it to the cops cause she definitely needs an ambulance.’ Katherine chuckled maliciously. ‘I’m sorry for everything Klaus, I wish you would have just told us the truth, we would have gotten rid of her years ago. You and I may not be best friends but we’re family and that shit is not okay.’ Kat moved to hug him, stopping 3 steps away as Y/n hissed out a warning that was instantly enough.

‘We’ll deal with the police. They won’t bother you until her heat is over. Text me if you need anything, I’ll bring you your meals for the week, least I can do.’ Elijah offered and Klaus agreed.

‘Thank you brother. If you could bring some protein bars and some juice later tonight, that would be great, I need to rehydrate her after last night.’

‘Of course. I’ll bring some of your favorite snacks too. Anything else, just t-‘ Elijah cut himself off, his eyes dilating as he was overcome with a thick, heavy scent coming from the nest that he was the closest to, Klaus moving to grab him and shove him out at a breakneck speed.

‘Text me when you’re here later tonight, bring me some of my clothes and my fan from my dorm room as well.’ He rushed out before shutting the door behind him. He knew air blowing directly on her as she’s like this would be good for her and as he turned around and noticed her sweating he’s glad he did. ‘Your heat hit you faster than we expected, huh?’ Klaus teased and Y/n just whined making grabby hands at him before he pulled off his clothes and crawled into the nest. ‘Don’t worry Omega, Alpha is here for you-‘

‘Knot! Knot Alpha! Need it, Please?!’ She pleaded, moving to present herself for him only to have him stop her and pin her on her back. It wasn’t the best position to ensure pregnancy but that didn’t matter to him, he needed to care for his Omega and they hadn’t been together once yet. He refused to take her like that the first time. ‘Alpha-‘

‘Shh…relax pet. I’m right here. Alphas gonna give you what you want.’ He promised, as he kissed her lips softly, lining his cock up with her soaking wet pussy and easing in, keeping her hips from forcing him deeper. His knot was already swelling and Klaus pulled her legs up to bottom out inside of her, her hips humping up into him. ‘Is my pretty Omega gonna cum on my cock already? Such a needy little thing.’ He teased as if he wasn’t seconds from spewing his own end which is exactly what happened 10 seconds later when she squeezed him almost painfully, his knot locking into place as it’s supposed to.

‘Yes…my knot…mine-‘

‘All yours Princess-nobody else’s-never given it to anybody. Alphas gonna knot you so much tonight people won’t know where you start and I end…all mine. No one will ever keep you from me again Omega, I promise.’

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