#yandere klaus mikaelson x reader

[justlostinautumn]

Request: Love Fool!

@catmikaelson20 asked: hello could you make a yandere Klaus Mikaelson soft, quite romantic.

Klaus Mikaelson. The Original Hybrid. The man who believes that love is nothing but their greatest weakness… who swore to himself he would never allow himself to have that weakness, is now realising that maybe it is not his choice. There was nothing that could prepare him for Y/N. His Y/N! The fact is there has never been anything or anyone he wants more than he wants Y/N… not even his Hybrids. It was her that made him see that maybe love could be as much of a strength as it could be a weakness. All he knows is that he needs her and wants her, even if she doesn’t know it at this moment she will be his and no one will ever stand in his way or stop him! To Y/N, Klaus is nothing but charming. It seems he always knows how to make her smile with little to no effort. It was the small things like giving her a flower, or the small drawings and sketches he would give her. Those were her favourite gifts from him, as much as she loves the fancy gifts that he seems to shower her with, those aren’t the ones she loves the most. But, she shows her appreciation by at least wearing them. Her favourite being a beautiful Diamond Bracelet that Klaus told her that he had stolen from a Princess. Klaus loves to spoil Y/N and it amuses his siblings greatly, the moment that his siblings realised he would do anything for Y/N and just how deep he was in love with her was when Klaus return home pouting and apologised to his siblings for his misgivings about love, but also his treatment towards them.

The Mystic Gang on the other hand thought that Klaus had an obsession with Caroline Forbes, but they have another thing coming with the level and the length he will go just to make Y/N smile. Let alone what he would do to sweep her off her feet. The funny thing is that Klaus didn’t even notice in the beginning, he just thought he fancied her and it was nothing more or less than lust. However, the more time went on the more he was willing to accept that it wasn’t just a passing crush but more… with this his obsession over Y/N begins to grow. However, the thing is it’s not just an obsession, it also his possessiveness over her. He becomes possessive over her time and attention.

Klaus despises Damon and Stefan, but what he loathes is when he sees them around his Y/N… his girl and what makes it worse is that he knows that the Salvatore’s and the Mystic Gang are trying to keep him away from her and that was something he will never allow. He would do anything and everything to those who try to keep him from what is his. His siblings had learnt that the hard way, they had been on the end of those silver daggers one too many times for trying to interfere with Klaus’ obsession to break the curse, but all of them could see this was a whole new level of obsession that even they had never seen. It scared them, because they knew if they tried to interfere it wouldn’t be a dagger to the heart Klaus might possibly look for something a little more permanent. But, also this level of obsession from him made them a little uncomfortable.

Klaus was sat thinking about when he first saw Y/N, it was at the Mystic Grill and it was the way she smiled at him that was the thing that drew him in. There was no hatred in her eyes or annoyance at him, a look that was always present in Carolines eyes. It didn’t matter how attracted to him Caroline was, it was clear she couldn’t look past his many indiscretions. Not that he could blame her, but this was something else. He knew that everyone had warned her about him and who he is and all the awful things he had done, but it was clear she didn’t listen to them… it would only be later when he asked her why she didn’t hate him at the beginning when her friends warned her about him, that she would tell him that she likes to form her own opinion on people.

Klaus swirled his drink in his glass as he thought about another memory with his precious Y/N. She had always found him interesting and she loved to talk to him and learn more about him and the lives that he had lived. She wanted to know more about the time periods and if what was said in the history books true and who better to ask than someone who had lived it. Sometimes she would talk to Elijah about it too, she would be curled into Klaus’ side seeking warmth as she would talk with his siblings. Even if her attention wasn’t on him, it would always make him smile because she would be playing with his fingers, or tracing patterns on his arm unconsciously. “Nik tell me more about the 20s.” Y/N had a dreamy look in her eyes it was the look he knew well. He wished he could take her back in time and show her the world. “It was magical and you would’ve loved it. Everything was off limits and it just made it all the more fun.” Klaus grinned at her making Y/N giggle a little. “Girls in flappers dresses dancing until they couldn’t walk, the booze and singing. I only wish you were there in Chicago in the 20s.” “I wish so too. Though I don’t think I would be having much fun with the Ripper.” Y/N snorted softly, making Klaus chuckle at her words.

As the memory fades, so does his smile. He thought back to what had just happened early that day. Y/N was out and about running errands. She had been living with him, but she still had to move the last of her things in and she refused to let him help her much to his annoyance. Klaus had tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up and that was very unlike her and it raised some warning sirens in his head and it was when the message came through that he began to see red.

Hey, Elena, Damon and Stefan aren’t letting me go. They think that you are compelling me and that you are in love with Caroline and are just using me to get to her. I know that isn’t true, but they are refusing to let me leave. I’m so sorry. Xxx

Klaus was fuming and raced out of the Manor and speed straight to the Salvatore residence bursting through the door to see the woman he loves, his Y/N in the hands of the incompetent Bennet Witch with the gang all standing around a ferocious snarl leaves his lips. Speeding around the room at a speed that none of them had ever seen before Klaus snapped the vampires necks and knocked out the humans harshly, not truly caring about the damage that he had done to them. Klaus decided it was time to make a call and called for both Elijah and Rebekah. “I need you to bring back the Salvatore’s, the Gilbert’s and the Bennett Witch back to the Manor and hang them in the dungeons.” Klaus snarled, but quickly moved over to his love and his siblings watched him as he moved some hair out of her face and stroked her cheek. “I will fix whatever that witch bitch did to you my love.” Klaus had put her in his bed and got the remaining of his Hybrids to bring the rest of her things back to the Manor, he wasn’t going to risk anything else happening to her and then after this he was going to talk to her about her thoughts on immortality and spending the rest of eternity and beyond with him. When he got to the top of the stairs that led down to the basement, where his torture dungeon was he was met by his siblings. “What are you going to do?” Rebekah looked at her brother unsure. She may not like any of the Save Elena Squad, but she wasn’t sure they deserve the wrath of her brother. After all, they thought they were saving their friend from the wicked Hybrids control. “I am going to teach them what happens when they try and take what is mine from me.” Klaus’ eyes darken and Rebekah took a step back, it was the look he would get before he would dagger one of them. Klaus took pleasure in the screams he drew out from them. There screams and begging made him smile, this was there reminded to not touch his Y/N and it was a lesson for them to learn what happens when you try to hurt or take what is his.

“Nik?” Y/N’s voice pulls him out of his memories as his head snaps to where she had been sleeping curled on his bed. A sigh of relief leaves his lips and he speeds over to her holding her face in his hands. “I was so worried.” Klaus murmured softly. “I’m sorry. Elena asked to see me and I thought she wanted to catch up and then it became this massive thing and they were saying all these horrible things about you Nik.” Y/N said quickly tears filling her eyes. “But, before I could do anything Bonnie came in and it all went blank.” “Do worry my love, they will never hurt you again. You are safe with me.” Klaus said climbing into bed next to her and pulling her close feeling her relax against him. What she didn’t know won’t hurt her, they wouldn’t be able to tell her what he had done to them because of their actions and Klaus would never tell her the lengths he would go for her. “Let’s just stay here for today and watch some films and cuddle.” Klaus smiles as she nods and places a loving kiss on her forehead.

[zapreportsblog]

hi, since you have the vampire diaries as one of your new fandom. Can I please request a general yandere Klaus Mikaelson headcanon x a human reader? Thanks a lot.

❝yandere klaus mikaelson with a human partner❞

A yandere personality typically involves intense and possessive love. If Klaus were to exhibit a yandere personality with a human partner, it might involve:

1. Extreme possessiveness: Klaus would be overly possessive of his partner, constantly wanting to know their whereabouts and activities.

2. Jealousy: He would become jealous and potentially aggressive towards anyone he perceives as a threat to his relationship.

3. Isolation: Klaus might try to isolate his partner from friends and family, wanting to keep them all to himself.

4. Intense declarations of love: He would frequently express his love in an obsessive and sometimes threatening manner.

5. Willingness to do anything: Klaus might go to great lengths, including violence, to protect or keep his partner by his side.

❝a yandere's obsession❞

✭ pairing : yandere klaus mikaelson x reader

✭ fandom : the originals / the vampire diaries

✭ summary : kalus mikaelson was a hard man to love, with emotions just as challenging but when you had his trust much less his heart, best believe he loved you with all he got.

✭ yandere masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson, the formidable and ancient vampire, had found something he cherished above all else in his long, tumultuous existence - a human girlfriend named (Y/N). Their relationship was a source of both immense joy and profound torment for him. Klaus's yandere tendencies were well-hidden from (Y/N), who saw only his charming and protective side.

Tonight, they were dining at a luxurious restaurant in the heart of New Orleans, a city Klaus had once called home. The dimly lit ambiance and the soft piano music provided the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening. (Y/N) looked stunning, her smile illuminating the room as she perused the menu.

As they sat down at their reserved table, a waiter approached to take their orders. Klaus couldn't help but notice the young man's gaze lingering on (Y/N) for a moment too long, and a surge of jealousy coursed through him. He clenched his jaw, his lips curving into a tight smile as he observed the waiter's actions.

"Good evening," the waiter greeted, his eyes still locked on (Y/N) as he handed them the menus. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"

(Y/N) looked up from her menu and ordered a glass of wine, her eyes warm and friendly as she engaged with the waiter. Klaus instincts flared up as he watched their interaction. He stand the thought of another man showing any interest in his beloved (Y/N).

Klaus leaned in closer to (Y/N), his voice taking on a possessive tone. "Darling, perhaps we should order quickly. I have a strong desire to savor every moment of this evening with you." His words were meant to signal to both (Y/N) and the waiter that she was his and his alone.

The waiter, seemingly unfazed, jotted down their drink order and nodded, "Of course, sir."

Klaus's eyes never left the waiter as he walked away to give their order to the kitchen. His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened. His mind raced with thoughts of what he might do to anyone who dared to steal her attention.

The luxurious restaurant provided the perfect stage for Klaus and (Y/N)'s romantic evening, but beneath the dimmed lights and soft music, an undercurrent of tension simmered. Klaus's tendencies had been triggered by the waiter's prolonged gaze, and he found it increasingly difficult to contain his emotions.

As the evening progressed, Klaus maintained a watchful eye on (Y/N). He couldn't help but feel his jealousy intensify every time she laughed at a joke or engaged in conversation with their server. His grip on her hand remained firm, a subtle reminder of his claim on her.

"Darling, what do you think of the ambiance?" Klaus inquired, doing his best to sound casual. He desperately wanted to redirect (Y/N)'s attention away from the waiter.

(Y/N) smiled, seemingly oblivious to Klaus's unease. "It's lovely, Klaus. I'm so grateful for this wonderful evening."

Klaus's lips curled into a strained smile, and he leaned in closer to her. "And I am equally grateful for you, my love. You bring light to my eternal existence."

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Klaus was concocting a plan to assert his dominance and make it clear that she was his alone. His thoughts raced as he considered his next move.

Suddenly, the waiter returned with their main course, delicately setting the plates in front of them. Klaus's eyes narrowed as he watched the young man, who appeared to be just a little too friendly and attentive. A surge of possessiveness coursed through him.

Before the waiter could leave, Klaus spoke, his voice dripping with a subtle threat. "My dear, would you mind feeding me a bite?" He picked up a forkful of his meal, his eyes never leaving the waiter, who stood at a polite distance.

(Y/N) blinked in surprise but smiled, scooping up a bite of food and offering it to Klaus. He accepted it with a satisfied nod, all the while maintaining an intense gaze on the waiter.

The young server, now understanding the unspoken warning, excused himself hastily, leaving the couple in relative peace.

As the evening continued, Klaus's possessiveness became more pronounced. He showered (Y/N) with compliments, keeping her close, and ensuring that his dominance over her was clear. The tension between his desire to protect her and the need to control his jealousy grew, setting the stage for a tumultuous and precarious relationship between Klaus Mikaelson and his beloved (Y/N).

Sometime later, as Klaus and (Y/N) left the restaurant, the cool night air provided a welcome respite from the tension that had brewed during their dinner. The drive home was a silent one, filled with unspoken emotions. (Y/N) knew that she needed to address Klaus's behavior at the restaurant, but she also understood the depth of his love and protective instincts.

Once they arrived at (Y/N)'s home, she turned to Klaus with a serious expression. "Klaus, I need to talk to you about tonight," she began, her tone firm but gentle. "Your possessiveness and jealousy... they went a bit too far."

Klaus sighed, his shoulders slumping in acknowledgment of his actions. "I'm deeply sorry, my love. I can't bear the thought of anyone coming between us."

(Y/N) reached out and cupped his face, making him meet her gaze. "I understand, Klaus, and I appreciate your devotion. But you must trust me, just as I trust you. We're in this together, and no other man will ever take your place in my heart."

Tears welled in Klaus's eyes as he heard those words. He was relieved to know that (Y/N) understood his intentions, even if they had been expressed in an overbearing manner. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "I can't bear to lose you, and I'll do anything to protect our love."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes brimming with affection as she embraced Klaus. "I love you too, Klaus, and I'm happy with you. But we must find a balance. You can protect me without smothering me."

Klaus nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude for (Y/N)'s understanding. "I promise, my love, I'll work on it. I'll be the man you need me to be."

(Y/N) gave Klaus a soft, tender kiss on the cheek, sealing their renewed commitment. "That's all I ask, Klaus. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

With their love reaffirmed and a newfound understanding between them, Klaus and (Y/N) stood on the threshold of a future where their unique and passionate relationship could flourish, despite the challenges of Klaus tendencies.

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere hope mikaelson sees a man flirting with her mother

I pity that poor soul. Honestly, it's a miracle that someone has the opportunity to get close enough to flirt with you. Hope will finish off that idiot before Klaus does. If this happened when Hope was a kid, she'd have to rat that scumbag to her dad right away.

》 Someone flirts with you when Hope was a kid 《

You went to the mall with your daughter. While browsing the shops, a man approaches you.

"Hello my lady."

"Hello. Is there a problem?"

"No. But I can accompany you if you want."

"No need."

"Leave us alone."

"Sweet girl. Don't be so jealous."

"She's my mother. I have a father. Let's go mother."

"See you."

As she walked away from the man, Hope shot him a spiteful glance. You asked your daughter not to tell her father about this little disagreement. That evening, after you were all asleep, Hope had sneaked into you and Klaus' room.

"Father."

"What happened my princess?"

"You must come with me."

When they got to the living room, Hope had told her everything that had happened. Klaus had taken your daughter back to her room after assuring her that she would take care of it. By tomorrow, Klaus had found that man and had his heart ripped out.

[angelsworks]

Sick Doggy Klaus Mikaelson x Fluttershy!Reader

Type : Oneshot

Challenge Masterlist -> Here

Summary: The sick dog you take back to your home isn’t what he appears to be

Warnings: injury of animal, violence, etc

You’d been picking flowers a while away from your small cottage. You’d walked down the weathered dirt path to an open meadow full of flowers. It was there that you started to fill your basket. The sun felt good on your skin, as did the breeze in your hair. You’d worn a lightly coloured flowy dress. One that fit into your almost cottage core aesthetic.

True to your aesthetic you did live in a cottage. That cottage happened to be on the outskirts of mystic falls - home to the weird and supernatural. Despite living there your whole life, you always felt a disconnect with the people around you. You’d prefer the company of animals to that of humans. But you still wanted to stay close to home, close to your roots.

The cottage was perfect. It had taken hard work on your part but it was now your home. It was a place you could live in peace with your animals. The majority of animals in your cottage weren’t necessarily pets. They came and went as they pleased. Always knowing your home would be there if they so needed it.

The exceptions were your dog and cat. Both strays that you had taken in over your time at the cottage.

It became almost a hobby of yours. Interacting and caring for animals. It was almost as if they were drawn to you. Or maybe you were just drawn to them.

A sound in the distance made you cease your flower picking. A loud cry from beyond the tree-line. Then a sharp howl. The sounds combined made you think it was a fox of some sort with the way it screamed. Then the howl lead you to a canine.

Abandoning your flower basket you cautiously walked towards the tree-line. Looking for any movement from the animal in question. When you saw none you made you way into the maze of trunks. Each one looking similar to the last. You knew these woods though, you wouldn’t get lost.

You followed your instincts and the occasional sounds of the animal. Finally you happened upon it, a relatively large wolf, dark grey in colour, apart from the dark patches on its face. It was in pain. The cause of that pain was a steel bait trap locked tightly around one of it arms or paws or legs.

“Oh no, you poor thing.” You pushed aside any idea of fear about this creature. Knowing that wolves weren’t necessarily common to the area but were warned against frequently.

You moved closer and it growled loudly. Causing you to jolt back slightly in fright.

“No, no, listen,” you crouch down trying to appear less threatening. “I’m here to help. Please let me help you.”

Almost like it could understand it stops it’s growling. Letting out a whine as it’s head falls to the ground.

You take it as a sign to get to work. Assessing the damage done to its leg and what the best course of action would be.

You take a breath, “I’m going to pry it off, okay? After that I’ll wrap it and take you back to my cottage.”

You rip your dress, pushing aside sad thoughts of damaging one of your favourite dresses. The fabric you’ve now got would be ideal to wrap it’s wound.

Next you press your hands down on the springs of the bear trap. This wasn’t your first time dealing with one even though the area was a hunt free zone. That fact didn’t stop some people.

As the force on the springs increases the jaws start to relive the pressure. They open slightly, enough to free the wolf’s leg from it. Once it’s clear you let go and the jaws snap shut.

You move to its leg, carefully wrapping the material of your dress around it. It’s not wounded badly, but it has broken the skin and it’s bleeding. When you’re finished the wolf gets up and starts to limp away.

“Hey, you can’t leave. There are hunters here most of the time, illegally of course. You won’t last long out there.” You tell it, trying to coax it in the direction of your cottage.

It sounds like it let’s put a huff of air as it turns around and starts to limp after you.

You walk slowly back to your cottage, picking up your basket on the way. You tell the wolf all about the different flowers you’ve collected and why. You tell it about the meanings of each that you learnt from your botany book.

“It’s not just me at the cottage you know. There’s Tilda, she’s a cat. And there’s Rocco, he’s a dog. You’ll have to be careful around Rocco he thinks everyone his girlfriend.” You laugh, making the wolf behind you growl.

“Are you a girl?” It growls again.

“A boy.” It stays silent.

You smile. Maybe it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but this wolf doesn’t seem normal. It’s too smart.

You approach the cottage by sundown. The wolf behind you still follows relatively closely. When you open the door you’re met with a bounding Rocco, who’s tail almost knocks off various photos and pots around it. It takes him less than ten seconds to notice the hulking grey figure behind you. He starts to bounce on his feet as he stares through your legs.

“No Rocco, no playtime. Go find Tilda, it’s dinner time.” You tell the dog. To which he trots off into your bedroom to bother the black cat most likely lounging under your bed.

You stand to the side of the door so the wolf can make his way inside. Once he does you close and lock the door then start to make a place up on one of your couches. Pulling blankets and pillows alike to fashion a bed of some kind for your visitor.

You motion to the couch, “You can sleep on here. Not that Rocco will be happy. He’s not normally allowed on the furniture.”

The wolf limps over the the couch. Then jumps up, careful not to put weight on its injured leg.

“I need to sort their dinner out, but I’ll find you something to eat soon.” Before leaving to the kitchen you find yourself stroking the wolf’s back, much like as it were your pet.

After sorting Rocco and Tilda’s dinner you call them both. Finding it unsurprising how Rocco runs in, almost colliding with the wall. While, at a much slower pace, Tilda takes her time coming to get her dinner.

You decide on cooking a few chicken breasts for yourself and your visitor. You flavour your own while you leave his plain. Not sure how Wolves feel about spices on their chicken.

After making some pieces to go with your dinner you begin to plate everything up. Once that’s done you put your own plate in the now turned off oven to stay warm, while you feed the wolf his own.

He sniffs the chicken cautiously and stares at you.

“It’s chicken. Rocco eats this all the time. Trust me.” After a brief stare down he takes a gentle bite from your fingers.

It’s the understanding in the wolf’s eyes that once again make you think of how smart it is. Completely illogical but it seems almost human.

When you’ve finished feeding him you go to feed yourself then wash up from dinner and clean your hands. After that you retrieve a bowl from your cabinets to act as a make shift water bowl for the wolf.

“This is for you, I’ll leave it just in the floor.” You tell him after crouching down near him.

“Now let me check your leg.” Carefully you start to unwrap the makeshift bandage, revealing the cuts underneath. You hiss as if his pain if your own.

“Let’s wrap this properly, little guy.” To that the wolf growls. He is in no was little but you can’t help treating him as such.

With his leg properly wrapped and wound cleaned you pull the blanket down over him and wish him a goodnight. When you turn out the light and return to your room to sleep you aren’t sure what will happen with the wolf. Maybe you need to contact the local ranger about him. Yet you don’t want him to be hurt further or killed.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem in the morning. When you go to greet your visitor, he’s gone. Blanket somehow folded neatly and door unlocked. Both strike you as strange but you shrug them off.

You don’t forget about the wolf and the wolf doesn’t forget about you. You don’t realise what an impact you’ve had on Klaus Mikaelson, but you’re about to find out.

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

#  — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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## KLAUS MIKAELSON

dream of kisses – yandere!klaus mikaelson x reader // klaus enters y/n's room at night and leaves her gifts and watches her sleep, while gently caressing her face, and enters her mind and is surprised that she is having a dream about him. @klausysworld

yandere!klaus mikaelson x reader // general headcannons. @angelsworks

klaus mikaelson x reader // being his soulmate. @madwomansapologist

1920s love – klaus mikaelson x reader // your cousins, the salvatore brothers, tell you to go straight home after school. an evil vampire has come to town and it’s too dangerous; so what happens when the original vampire appears in your house unannounced. @calummss

cheater on the bridge – klaus mikaelson x elena's sister!reader // you've been sneaking around with Klaus for several months now, cheating on your boyfriend, stefan. you feel terrible about it, but you're afraid to break up with stefan because you don't know how he'll react to it. however, elena finds out about your little affair. and everything goes to hell. @kasagia

our little game – klaus mikaelson x witch!reader // you and klaus have been playing this game between yourselves since your first meeting. one day, you two would fight with each other like dogs, and the next day, you would flirt and act like people completely mad with love. but whatever was between you two, you would never lose this game and admit that you fell for him. he would only use you for your power, right? at least that's what you were telling yourself all this time. @/kasagia

he’s what you want, i’m what you need – elijah mikaelson x reader x klaus mikaelson // an argument with klaus has you turning to other methods of coping. @inpraizeof

## ELIJAH MIKAELSON

he’s what you want, i’m what you need – elijah mikaelson x reader x klaus mikaelson // an argument with klaus has you turning to other methods of coping. @/inpraizeof

[mx-pastelwriting]

𝙆𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣

⭑ 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙐𝙥 ⭑

𝙍𝙚𝙙*=𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩/𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣/𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩!

𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚~=𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙡𝙚^= 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨/𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

Request^ GN!Reader

Warnings: Bunny Ears, Klaus's cries, Established Relationship

First and last time^ GN!Reader

Summary: Klaus trying to compel you for the first and last time. Warnings: Established Relationship, Argument, Compelling, Mention of dead body

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Request~ Human!GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Human x Vampire

Request^ Human!GN!Reader

Warnings: Human x Vampire, Yandere

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[reareaotaku]

hey honey, can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson courting his lady love?

Honey? Gurllll

He's strange when it comes to courting. All I mean is that he doesn't do it like everyone else. Though I suppose that's nothing new

He teases you, but it's all in good fun

He'll deny his feelings for years, so he's had a lot of time for his feelings to fester

If you reject him, at first he'll be okay. He can wait for you to realize he's your soulmate

Say you want to think about it... It's like a waiting game

Though you can't keep him waiting forever. He may be immoral, but he wants love more than anything

He'll compel you to love him, if you don't love him fast enough

Though, he'll get tired of it, because he knows it's not genuine, so he'll let you go

He will leave your life for a while, but he'll come back after taking time to think

He'll turn you in fear of you leaving the moral realm. He can't lose you

You can be mad at him all you want, but you have a million lifetimes to forgive him

You don't have to forgive him. He'll accept your lies, because he lies to himself about your relationship

He's very vulnerable with you. So much so, that you'll fall for him and love him, but then he turns back to his old self and it'll all go away

He's very protective over you. If anyone threatens you, if you're together or not, they must have a death wish. He'll give them a bloody, gruesome death

You're used as leverage by other people, much to your annoyance

If someone wants something from Klaus, they use you to get it

Some of them will be kind and trick you, but others will just torture you

The ones who torture you though, are going to be tortured and killed by Klaus [They don't get what they want]

^Which is why they switched to being nice to you

Klaus wants you to be happy, so he's more willing to help the person, because they're using you, but he has to be getting something out of it

Say someone killed you.... Yeah, no one is stupid enough to do that. No witch, werewolf, vampire, not even Klaus' worse enemy would kill you, because they do realize you are a person and not just a pawn for Klaus. You didn't ask for this and you deserve the life you are owed. Also, they'd rather kill Klaus, not you and they know what will happen if they kill you

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson courting his lady love (human female reader)?

Thanks for the ask and I can definitely do that anon! I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

AN: This ask and my response to it deals with yandere content, canon typical violence, and behaviours. This means it will have dark elements. I do not condone yandere behaviours in real life. 

The reader in this scenario is the same as the reader in this scenario.

First and foremost when it comes to courting you (which he explains in extensive detail), Klaus is big on gift-giving.

He doesn't spoil you with frivolous gifts (even though he has more than enough money to do so if he chose). Instead, his gifts to you are practical.

You need to cast a spell? Klaus has the ingredients prepared before you even walk in the door and he will hand them to you making sure that his fingers brush and linger against yours.

You need to translate words into Latin? There's a heavy dictionary sitting on your bed when you return from work and you know for a fact that this dictionary has been out of print for at least forty years.

In saying that, if you manage to convince Klaus to visit a place like a carnival (which doesn't really take much convincing to be honest because it's you), you will be walking out of there with both of your arms full of stuffed animals and an absolutely sated sweet tooth. Klaus will only fall further in love with you if you offer him some of your food at the carnival.

Another part of Klaus' attempts to court you is that he spends time with you. He can be a bit grumpy when you're translating words into Latin because you're not paying attention to him and he'll often mutter about how Aramaic is superior to Latin.

His protests cease the second that he thinks you need any kind of help. He's right there by your side, resting his chin on your shoulder and murmuring in your ear to remember what Freya taught you.

If you still need a bit more help, Klaus will reluctantly remove himself from your presence and use his speed to find Freya to ask her for help.

Klaus isn't particularly fond of asking others for help but he figures that the sooner you finish this task, the sooner he can have your undivided attention.

He takes pride in showing you his paintings. The way that you admire his talent and skill never fails to brighten his day and his mood.

The Mikaelsons are known for hosting grand parties and events. If the situation calls for it, Klaus is more than happy to dance with you. It's another way he shows everyone that you're his.

Klaus is fine with humans and vampires admiring you to an extent but if any of them show any indication that they want something more....they risk his wrath and that of the other Originals.

And so, he has a quiet word with Rebekah, Elijah, and Freya before these grand events about removing any other person or vampire that shows even the slightest interest in courting you.

Klaus treats you to a life of luxury and ensures that you want for nothing, especially on your birthday.

Why then would you want anyone else?

[yxnderewritingss]

Hello can you do headcanons on human yandere klaus mikaelson (romantic)

of course! and thank you so much for requesting!! 🫶🏻

Yandere!Human!Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons 🖤

•you have known klaus pretty much since the day you were born. you both were always inseparable since you both would always be hanging out, klaus mainly hanging out with you to get away from his father and how you bring so much comfort to him.

•even though you considered yourself and him friends, as you grew older, klaus considered you much more. but he didn’t bother to say anything because he was too afraid to lose you.

•and while he would be sword fighting with his brothers, he would always invite you to watch him right. and of course, you never said no to him as you find it enjoyable to watch, even though it’s almost the same every time.

•if you happen to decline his invitation or just didn’t show up because of something last minute or someone in your family needed help, klaus would stop what he was doing and not even fight his brothers, much to their dismay.

•and if the reason you didn’t hang out with him or watch him sword fight was because of one of his brothers, he would be very upset at his brothers and even his sister and would threaten them if it happened so frequently.

•you would have to explain to him a lot that you shouldn’t always have to be around him and that it is okay to hang out with his other siblings and that it wouldn’t hurt him nor you. obviously, klaus didn’t like your answer and said it was only for your own good/benefit.

•plus it wasn’t like you both were in a relationship, at least not yet. he always believed that you two were on a relationship because of how much you two were around each other, but you only viewed him as a friend, nothing else.

•after a while and seeing you hang out with other people, whether it may be his siblings, your friends, etc., klaus would start to get upset and just start to say you both were in a relationship behind your back. it’s not like you could do anything as no one would ever say anything to you about it.

[klausysworld]

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

Timeless Desire

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aklaustaleteller]

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

Home

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

Warnings - None really, other than the fact that it's quite sad (but with happy outcomes I promise <3) Word Count - 4.0k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you wish to go home?”

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

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

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

“What’s your name, darling?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s exactly what had happened just now. 

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

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

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

“Does that mean it’s reading time?” 

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

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

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

Surely, he must have come with a death wish. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aphroditelovesu]

hi honey can you do some yandere klaus mikaelson (romantic) headcanons with a breeding kink with a female reader💓

Written by: ~ Lady L 🧛

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, pregnancy (a lot of it), breeding kink maybe I exaggerated.

When Klaus found out that he could have children he felt mixed emotions, although he didn't seem too happy about that idea, when he met you he changed his mind very fast. The desire to see you with a swollen belly full with his babies became frequent in his mind.

It's become a desire he wants nothing more than to make come true. Klaus is sure you would make a great mother and he wants to see for himself. The idea of ​​you with his child in your arms and another growing in your womb makes him more than happy. It makes him in ecstasy.

You would almost always be pregnant basically because he can't get enough of seeing you like this. He loves to paint you pregnant, there are several pictures of you around the house and most of them are you pregnant. He loves every process and will always be by your side, his head on your belly listening to the baby's heartbeat as he stares at you with love and lust in his eyes. He can't wait for this to be born so he can get you pregnant again.

Klaus doesn't like to waste time, but will respect your space and wishes. He knows you shouldn't get pregnant right after you've had a child, so he would wait until that period of time is up. And he would enjoy that, even if it bothers him not to see you pregnant anymore. He really took the desire to have a big family too far perhaps.

I can see him developing a pregnant woman fetish after seeing you with a child so many times, I imagine he gets more turned on during that time. Klaus would love to have sex while you are pregnant, of course, if you so desire.

He would be a good father. In fact, what other way to have more children than by taking good care of the existing ones? Klaus likes to spend the time he's not with you with his kids and he's really learned to enjoy it all. He had a loving, loyal, large family, just like he always wanted.

Klaus would do whatever you wanted in exchange for you leaving him clutching your swollen belly the entire time. He's always clinging to your side, stroking your belly and whispering promises of more children in the future to you.

Klaus Mikaelson learned to love you pregnant the moment he found out he could get you pregnant and, unfortunately or fortunately, for you he doesn't want to stop anymore. He knows it's overkill but he can't help it, you look so fucking perfect with his babies that he can't think of anything but you pregnant. Besides, it's one more way to hook you up with him. You are his and he will always keep trying to get you pregnant as long as he can. And he will be able to for a long time.

[gulnarsultan]

"Father"

"Yes, sweet princess."

"Why don't I have a brother?"

"You want a brother?"

"Yes. And I want more than one. I don't have anyone to play with."

"My sweet wife, do you hear? Our daughter has a request."

"I heard, my husband."

"I think we should implement this request of our daughter."

"Mom."

"Yes my baby."

"Will I have siblings?"

"We will do our best."

"Yes."

[angelsworks]

Hi, can you please headconnons of yandere Mikaelsons (seperate) with a kind, selfless and empathetic obsession? Basically they dedicate their lives to help and protect other people, and determined to make this world a better place. Thanks a lot.

Kind Yandere! Mikaelson Brothers (separate) x selfless! Reader

TVD Masterlist -> Here

Type: Headcannon

Summary: How the Mikaelson brothers would approach a overly kind darling

Warnings: dark, yandere themes, kidnap, toxic relationship

Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus sees your kindness as something only he can have.

He sees how you treat everyone around you. Always so kind, so selfless. Ready to do anything you can for your friends and family. Even strangers you meet in your every day life.

It’s initially what draws him in to you. What garners his interest in you.

He’s met plenty of people over his long life and for you to stand out means you must be something special.

For this reason and many others he doesn’t want to let you go, ever.

He decides to start watching you. Observing how you live your day to day and how you interact with others.

From then he starts to imagine how he would fit into your life. How your daily routine could work. How you would treat him in different situations.

He’s not exactly the friendliest guy so it’s no surprise people don’t always treat him kindly.

When he finally introduces himself he’s enamoured by your kindness once more. As if he’s experiencing it for the first time. Which is absurd as he’s watched you for months now, yet experiencing it first hand is something completely different.

His opinion on your relationship turns when he gets closer to you. He sees how being so kind all the time can take a toll on you. He realises how it can leave you tired and worn out. That’s when he decides to make a change.

He convinces you as kindly as he can to move in with him. From there he takes you somewhere new, somewhere you don’t know anyone.

The house you now share together is spacious enough you don’t feel trapped yet, secluded enough it’s only Klaus you can interact with.

Over time you appreciate the fact you only have to be close and kind to one person, Klaus. It’s a lot less harder on you and your emotional state.

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah sees you as some inhuman Angel.

Like Klaus he’s known many people throughout his life and he has easily convinced himself that you are the kindest he’s known.

It’s not long before his delusions take over and he’s picturing the two of you together. Him holding you close and you gently holding him like no woman has before.

He imagines your skin to be soft and you hair to smell so sweet.

Within a week he’s planned your lives together and thought of next steps.

Those next steps involve kidnapping you to a secure location that his copious amounts of cash can obtain.

Then dealing with your tears and misbehaviours until you inevitably fall into favour with him.

Regardless of how long this will take, Elijah is happy to wait. He has nothing but time. He knows that and exploits it.

His delusion have him believe that after you adjust to your new life you’ll soon let your gentle and kind personality shine.

Only this time it will be with him and only him.

Kol Mikaelson

This went a little dark.

Kol is confused by your kindness. He doesn’t think anyone can be kind like you. He sees the sacrifices you make for the people around you and is confused.

The only people he would ever consider doing semi-selfless acts for would be his family. Yet he watches you do those acts for complete strangers.

He wants to test it.

To see how far he can push you, push your ability to want to heal the world, until you ultimately break.

So he takes you away. Keeps you in his room. Makes sure the conditions are less than sub par.

Then he begins his tests. He treats you horribly. To the point where not even a Saint will forgive him.

Although you stay firm in your beliefs. Despite what Kol had done to you, you’re sure there’s still something worth redeeming.

You never once show him anything but kindness.

After weeks of this treatments he’s been convinced that you must be some sort of Saint or Angel to still be kind to him.

From then on it’s princess treatment.

To the point where it makes your head spin at the sudden change of treatment.

Kol has been convinced of your good ways and he now thinks you deserve to be treated as such.

Finn Mikaelson

Fresh out the coffin, Finn knows little about modern humans.

He was wandering around completely confused when you came out of nowhere and offered to help.

Helping him to download a maps app and find out where he was going.

You take time to explain things to him to the point where you have to cancel your plans for the day to keep helping him.

His feelings confuse him, so he consults his brothers. Well brother. Elijah to be exact.

His advice is to try and hire you to help Finn acclimatise to modern life.

Together they make up some cover story of why Finn knows nothing. Maybe that he’s been in a Coma and suffered partial memory loss.

He appreciates Elijah’s help. Without him he’d be sure to act rashly and most likely scare you off.

Elijah deals with the hiring process while Finn tries to restrain himself and learn to act more human.

When you do eventually agree although you find it strange, you quickly learn to love the job. You spend your days showing Finn the modern world. From your favourite Tv shows to recent pop culture events.

As months progress you grow close to Finn. All along he’s been obsessed with you. Falling deeper and deeper in love with you as you spend your days explaining the world around him.

He moves slowly with your relationship. He’s both new to love and cautious of frightening you away.

But that doesn’t mean it lessens his obsession with you in any way.

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson courting his lady love

⠀ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 – 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝒙 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 klaus spoiling you, just fluff and cute themes, general yandere themes such as stalking, manipulation, threats, forced marriage, etc.

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this one's definitely on the lighter sides in terms of yandere!klaus at the start. i imagine the dynamic to be like him w/ caroline if she'd liked him in the first place.

Klaus was at an art exhibit. He himself had taken up painting long ago as somewhat of a hobby, though when he attended, he didn't expect to find anything particularly life-changing. Or, more specifically, anyone. He was simply there to catch a glance at his paintings which had been hung amongst the numerous others.

And there you were, staring, entranced by a painting when he first witnessed your perfect self. There was just something about your expression that drew Klaus in - made him want to know more. And you, being so enamoured with the artistry before you, didn't even notice the vampire slyly sneak up behind you.

It was not just any painting you were staring at. Quite ironically, you were staring at his. Though he couldn't tell for the life of him why you seemed so enraptured in the artwork. Of course, people had stopped by to admire his work, but you didn't move on to look at others. You just stood there, observing it, a slight furrow in your brow.

When Klaus approached you, you jumped. You didn't think someone would take it upon themselves to start a conversation with you - you didn't find anything about yourself particularly alluring. Most people left you alone at social events. And Klaus found it adorable.

So, with a thousand years of experience, he wittily begins a conversation with you, later asking what had caught your eye about the painting you were staring at.

You then quite shyly begin to, in some sense, verbally undress Klaus, explaining how you could see the painting as a sort of expression of loneliness and deeply ridden pain, much to Klaus's utter surprise.

He asks you if you paint, to which you reply a little. You do it when you're stressed as it makes you feel as though you're in control.

When the two of you exchange your names and make more conversation, you are quite flustered when you realize that no other than the man before you is the one who painted the artwork in front of the both of you. You frantically apologize, but Klaus just smiles, and you continue to discuss countless unimportant things with him. The chit-chat is pointless, however you find yourself utterly adoring your ability to speak so freely to the man you just met.

When the both of you begin spending time together, your friends (having noticed who you'd been going out with) warn you to stay away from Klaus, but when asked as to why, they fall short of a distinct reason. It is quite tragic indeed that your friends just so happen to be Klaus's enemies, and that he plans to kill one of them (if not all), but, alas, they aren't planning on telling you anything, and if things go his way, they never will.

Klaus is most certainly the type to leave love letters, poems, and other priceless pieces on your doorstep. Every morning, much to your delight, you have the opportunity of reading his neat, cursive writing that declares his unadulterated adoration of you. These declarations fill you with nothing if not warmth.

You begin to hide these gifts, however, when your friends start to become more anxious at the prospect of you growing closer to Klaus. The relationship becomes somewhat of a scandal from there, you promising your friends that you no longer see him in the days, and sweet, tender rendezvous every night.

Klaus loves to tease and mock you (of course, all in good fun). He adores the blush that creeps onto your cheeks when you demand for him to put an end to his incessant cheekiness, but he never truly does.

Klaus promises to you show you the entire world one day. He speaks of his travels and the wonders that he's marvelled at, of the people he's met and the experiences he's had. You can't quite fathom exactly how he's experienced so much in such a short life, but you don't bother asking him, always swept away in his numerous stories.

And what a wonder it is, spending time with Klaus. He's simply the perfect man - always understanding, always kind, always adventurous. Every moment you spent with him is ecstasy.

And Klaus loves you all the same. You were his muse, his one true love. His bedroom was filled to the brim with paintings and drawings of you. No longer was he the power-hungry, desperately lonely man that he once was - not with you. With you, he was everything he could hope to be and more.

But, of course, Klaus is nothing if not slightly obsessive. And, even though he'll never admit it to himself, mere nights spent with you are not enough. So he follows you, makes sure you're safe during the day, admires you from afar. And at night, once you've fallen asleep, he watches your peaceful body, the way you look as if you have no worries in the world. He even occasionally sees into one of your dreams, wherein he either approaches you or finds another version of himself doing that very thing.

Klaus also happens to be quite jealous, scolding you whenever you spend more than an appropriate amount of time conversing with a man. If any flirting were to happen, you'd best believe that you'd never see that man once again in your life.

As time passes, and Klaus grows somewhat unsatisfied with only having you at night, so he begins to spend time with you in the daytime, joining you for walks in the park or inviting you to elegant dinners.

Tired? He won't hesitate to call a taxi for the both of you in moments. Thirsty? The finest of wines will serve you well. Klaus simply cannot miss the chance to spoil you!

But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and it was only a matter of time before Elena eventually caught on to your secret rendezvous and made the executive decision to tell you everything about Klaus. And, by God, were you heartbroken. But it almost made sense. Klaus was so, so perfect. Too perfect. But you never suspected that his one true flaw would be such a deal breaker.

So, in spite of your aching heart, you sever your relationship with Klaus, brushing past major details and simply explaining that you "just weren't feeling it." It breaks you to see him so distraught, but you know what he's done, and you cannot be the person you are while and simultaneously stay with him.

Unfortunately for you, though, Klaus had, over the many months, fallen for you - something he does not take very lightly. So, quite desperately, he bites Elena, promising that he'll give her his blood once you come back to him. And, in spite of your friend's protests, you do as he asks. You cannot risk losing someone so close to you.

When Klaus then proposes to you, and you, of course, accept, you hate to admit that you still find your heart swelling whenever he compliments you, or kisses you sweetly, or even just stares in your direction. As much as your mind was disgusted by the idea of loving Klaus, your heart could not so easily let him go.

As much as you loathe him for what he's done to your friends, as much as you hate him for forcing his love upon you, you love him, too. And perhaps that is what's worst of all - that despite all that he's done, you're still in love with him.

That, while he kisses you ever so fervently on the altar, you can forget all that he's done and imagine a bright future with him.

That, even as he turns you into a creature that feeds on others simply so he can remain with you forever, you find yourself adoring the idea of spending the rest of eternity with him, muttering the phrase "til' death do us apart" as you feed on the blood of an innocent human being.

And there you were, staring, entranced by a painting when he first witnessed your perfect self. There was just something about your expression that drew Klaus in - made him want to know more. And you, being so enamoured with the artistry before you, didn't even notice the vampire slyly sneak up behind you.

It was not just any painting you were staring at. Quite ironically, you were staring at his. Though he couldn't tell for the life of him why you seemed so enraptured in the artwork. Of course, people had stopped by to admire his work, but you didn't move on to look at others. You just stood there, observing it, a slight furrow in your brow.

When Klaus approached you, you jumped. You didn't think someone would take it upon themselves to start a conversation with you - you didn't find anything about yourself particularly alluring. Most people left you alone at social events. And Klaus found it adorable.

So, with a thousand years of experience, he wittily begins a conversation with you, later asking what had caught your eye about the painting you were staring at.

You then quite shyly begin to, in some sense, verbally undress Klaus, explaining how you could see the painting as a sort of expression of loneliness and deeply ridden pain, much to Klaus's utter surprise.

He asks you if you paint, to which you reply a little. You do it when you're stressed as it makes you feel as though you're in control.

When the two of you exchange your names and make more conversation, you are quite flustered when you realize that no other than the man before you is the one who painted the artwork in front of the both of you. You frantically apologize, but Klaus just smiles, and you continue to discuss countless unimportant things with him. The chit-chat is pointless, however you find yourself utterly adoring your ability to speak so freely to the man you just met.

When the both of you begin spending time together, your friends (having noticed who you'd been going out with) warn you to stay away from Klaus, but when asked as to why, they fall short of a distinct reason. It is quite tragic indeed that your friends just so happen to be Klaus's enemies, and that he plans to kill one of them (if not all), but, alas, they aren't planning on telling you anything, and if things go his way, they never will.

Klaus is most certainly the type to leave love letters, poems, and other priceless pieces on your doorstep. Every morning, much to your delight, you have the opportunity of reading his neat, cursive writing that declares his unadulterated adoration of you. These declarations fill you with nothing if not warmth.

You begin to hide these gifts, however, when your friends start to become more anxious at the prospect of you growing closer to Klaus. The relationship becomes somewhat of a scandal from there, you promising your friends that you no longer see him in the days, and sweet, tender rendezvous every night.

Klaus loves to tease and mock you (of course, all in good fun). He adores the blush that creeps onto your cheeks when you demand for him to put an end to his incessant cheekiness, but he never truly does.

Klaus promises to you show you the entire world one day. He speaks of his travels and the wonders that he's marvelled at, of the people he's met and the experiences he's had. You can't quite fathom exactly how he's experienced so much in such a short life, but you don't bother asking him, always swept away in his numerous stories.

And what a wonder it is, spending time with Klaus. He's simply the perfect man - always understanding, always kind, always adventurous. Every moment you spent with him is ecstasy.

And Klaus loves you all the same. You were his muse, his one true love. His bedroom was filled to the brim with paintings and drawings of you. No longer was he the power-hungry, desperately lonely man that he once was - not with you. With you, he was everything he could hope to be and more.

But, of course, Klaus is nothing if not slightly obsessive. And, even though he'll never admit it to himself, mere nights spent with you are not enough. So he follows you, makes sure you're safe during the day, admires you from afar. And at night, once you've fallen asleep, he watches your peaceful body, the way you look as if you have no worries in the world. He even occasionally sees into one of your dreams, wherein he either approaches you or finds another version of himself doing that very thing.

Klaus also happens to be quite jealous, scolding you whenever you spend more than an appropriate amount of time conversing with a man. If any flirting were to happen, you'd best believe that you'd never see that man once again in your life.

As time passes, and Klaus grows somewhat unsatisfied with only having you at night, so he begins to spend time with you in the daytime, joining you for walks in the park or inviting you to elegant dinners.

Tired? He won't hesitate to call a taxi for the both of you in moments. Thirsty? The finest of wines will serve you well. Klaus simply cannot miss the chance to spoil you!

But, alas, all good things must come to an end, and it was only a matter of time before Elena eventually caught on to your secret rendezvous and made the executive decision to tell you everything about Klaus. And, by God, were you heartbroken. But it almost made sense. Klaus was so, so perfect. Too perfect. But you never suspected that his one true flaw would be such a deal breaker.

So, in spite of your aching heart, you sever your relationship with Klaus, brushing past major details and simply explaining that you "just weren't feeling it." It breaks you to see him so distraught, but you know what he's done, and you cannot be the person you are while and simultaneously stay with him.

Unfortunately for you, though, Klaus had, over the many months, fallen for you - something he does not take very lightly. So, quite desperately, he bites Elena, promising that he'll give her his blood once you come back to him. And, in spite of your friend's protests, you do as he asks. You cannot risk losing someone so close to you.

When Klaus then proposes to you, and you, of course, accept, you hate to admit that you still find your heart swelling whenever he compliments you, or kisses you sweetly, or even just stares in your direction. As much as your mind was disgusted by the idea of loving Klaus, your heart could not so easily let him go.

As much as you loathe him for what he's done to your friends, as much as you hate him for forcing his love upon you, you love him, too. And perhaps that is what's worst of all - that despite all that he's done, you're still in love with him.

That, while he kisses you ever so fervently on the altar, you can forget all that he's done and imagine a bright future with him.

That, even as he turns you into a creature that feeds on others simply so he can remain with you forever, you find yourself adoring the idea of spending the rest of eternity with him, muttering the phrase "til' death do us apart" as you feed on the blood of an innocent human being.

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hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson romantic x fem human reader

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson x Human!GN!Reader

Summary: Request up top! Headcanon

Warning: Human x Vampire, Yandere

- He would have you oblivious to his world, meaning anything to do with killing vampires to running under the full moon, you knew none of it except him being a vampire.

- Having a watchful eye on you at all times, not just for your safety but for his peace of mind and protectiveness, if he couldn't be there to watch over you, he would have at least five vampires following your every move.

- If anyone was even a little off while interacting with you or had too sharp a tongue, he would track them down and either kill them or make sure they never talked again.

- Everything you do, he would be there amazed, even spoiling you in love after, staying home more according to his siblings; he couldn't be a room away from you wanting to watch the little things you do.

- His warm side was only for you to know, especially when in public, wanting everyone to know you're his, either by holding your hand or expressing his love with the words you are is only world, and never did he plan on changing that.

Walking through the streets of New Orleans, the sun warmly hugging your skin, looking through the shop windows, you spot something, though you were interrupted by a kiss on your cheek. Turning, you see Klaus with a big smile on his face.

"It's beautiful; it's a good thing I have it here for you," he says, then raises the shop's bag. Baffled by his actions, he quickly makes you continue walking through the shopping center. His hand held onto your waist, then kissed your cheek again. "Let's go home; I think you deserve a warm bath," he whispers into your ear, making you laugh.

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