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Part Two

Rebekah talks some sense into you and you aim to repair your relationship with Elijah.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet @amournoir ♡♡

3.5k words - Warnings: smutttt, oral, riding, slight dom!elijah, Rebekah playing matchmaker, sprinkling of anal & a birthday boy gets his wishes...

You took a long shower, washing off the sex and party, hoping to scrub your sins away, but it didn't. It only made the marks Klaus left on your body more obvious.

You quickly dried off, throwing your hair into a ponytail and wrapping yourself in a blanket as you walked to the kitchen, not expecting to see Rebekah there, making tea.

"How was your night? I lost you towards the end," she smirked, obviously knowing where you ended up and what you did.

"Oh you know, it was good," you shrugged, grabbing your cereal.

"Good, huh," Rebekah mused, looking over at you.

You shrugged again, your cheeks warming as you refused to make eye contact with her. She giggled knowingly and went to pour the water in her mug, turning her back to you.

"I warned you about Nik," she teased you, and you groaned.

"I know," you huffed, looking down into your cereal, and swirling it around with your spoon. "I made a huge mistake, but please don't tell him I said that,"

She looked over at you and nodded, and then her eyes drifted over you as she smirked, and you suddenly realized your marks were very visible on your skin. You covered yourself up with your blanket, making Rebekah laugh loudly.

"You know, it surprised me that you went with Nik instead of Elijah," Rebekah teased you as she blew on her tea to cool it down.

"Elijah? He's not interested in me, not in that way," you chuckled, but you were frowning internally. He wasn't, was he?

You'd thought of it before, but then quickly dismissed it as just some stupid fantasy in your head, something that could never happen.

"Just make a move, he's far too reserved," Rebekah advised you, bringing her mug up to her lips.

"He's not," you defended him. "Besides, he's only seen me as a friend and I don't want to ruin our friendship. He's really important to me,"

"He's been in love with you since the day he met you," Rebekah rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval at your answer. "Nik said the same thing," she muttered under her breath, and you barely caught it.

"Nik knew?!" You exclaimed, of course Nik knew and he slept with you anyway. He was such an ass.

Rebekah just nodded, taking a sip of her tea and looking anywhere but at you. You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you tried to process this new information.

"I fucked up," you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face.

"You're telling me," Rebekah chuckled in agreement, and you shot her a glare.

You got up from the table, tossing your empty bowl in the sink. You could feel the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders, and the knowledge that Klaus knew about Elijah's feelings didn't help matters.

"What should I do?" You asked, unsure.

"Tell Elijah how you feel. Ignore Klaus," she shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're right. I'll tell him when I see him tomorrow," you stated, the plan solidifying in your mind.

Rebekah smiled, "Good. Now come take some of my blood so those marks will heal, it looks atrocious darling,”

A few hours before you were to meet up with Elijah, you snuck into the compound. With Rebekahs help, you knew no one would be home and you could put your plan into action.

You went to Elijah's room, laying out a few more birthday gifts you bought him and decorating the space. You lit a few candles and had some music playing softly. Your nerves were going haywire and you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You paced around the room, trying to calm your nerves and keep from backing out.

You went to his bathroom to add the finishing touches to his final present, you. You put on some lingerie, sheer, lace and leaving nothing to the imagination. You added some thigh high stockings, clipping them on with a garter belt.

You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, trying to stay confident. You were going to go through with this. He would like this, right?

You went out into the bedroom, pulling a robe over yourself and sitting on his bed, nervously fiddling with your hands as you waited. You tried to sit in a sexy position, but every pose felt unnatural.

Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, you heard his footsteps. Thanks to Rebekah you knew Klaus would be away for the evening, which meant you had the place all to yourself.

The look on his face when he walked in was worth it. He paused in the doorway, his eyes widening as they swept over the room. He took a moment before his gaze found yours, and his expression turned soft, a small smile forming.

"I hope you don't mind but I got some more gifts for you," you spoke quietly, feeling your confidence slipping away the longer he stared at you.

You had rendered him speechless, which was not something that happened very often, and that made you feel a bit better.

He slowly walked in, closing the door behind him and setting his things on the desk in the corner. He didn't say anything else and just watched you. You felt like prey being stalked by its predator, the anticipation was killing you.

"I thought we could celebrate alone," you murmured, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Do you like it?" You added, getting off the bed and gesturing around the room.

His eyes never left you, trailing up your legs to the hem of your robe, then to your face. He seemed to be deciding what to do next.

"Yes, very much so," he answered, his eyes still dark, his breathing a little deeper.

"I have one more gift," you said softly, trying to keep your breathing steady. "But you have to close your eyes,"

He hesitated, but complied. He closed his eyes, and you walked closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. You guided him to the bed, and he sat down.

"Keep them closed," you told him, and he did.

You removed your robe, letting it fall to the floor. You stood there, waiting for a few seconds, and then you got up the courage and climbed onto his lap. 

He hummed, his hands resting on your waist, he could feel that you weren't wearing much, but he kept his eyes closed.

"You can open them," you whispered.

He opened them slowly, and when his eyes met yours, his pupils were blown wide. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before.

"Happy birthday," you blushed, giving him a shy smile.

He was still silent as his eyes roamed your body. A part of you began to panic at his reaction, were you wrong in thinking he wanted you in this way?

Then he gripped your hips tighter, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Am I being granted a birthday wish?" His voice was darker, just a hint of seduction mixed in.

You looked away from him, blushing even harder, and mumbling a yes.

He pressed his lips to yours and it felt like sparks exploded all around you, the feeling was indescribable. The kiss was desperate and needy and full of so many hidden emotions, all brought out in the space of a minute.

You clutched at his shirt, gasping into his mouth and moaning softly. This is what you'd always wanted, what you needed. He could give it to you, he always could.

"How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?" Elijah asked, a jolt of heat racing through your veins at the tone of his voice.

"Years," you whispered against his lips, it was all you were able to get out before he was kissing you again.

One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, pulling lightly and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, panting and whimpering as he got more and more aggressive and rough.

He snaked a hand down between your legs, pushing aside your panties and finding you wet. He hummed in approval, and you pulled away from his lips, letting out a soft cry when his fingers slipped inside you.

He teased you, not giving you enough pressure where you needed it most. It was slow and you squirmed, wanting him to give you more.

He sensed your frustration and smiled, "I can do whatever I want with my present, be a good girl now," he whispered, making you whine and blush more.

You were surprised by how dirty Elijah was being and what turned you on even more, was knowing you would be the only one to see this side of him.

"Yeah, I'll be good," you huffed, pouting a bit. You really wanted him to fuck you.

"I'd like to unwrap my gift now," he was smirking at your frustration and then unclasped your bra, tossing it aside. He held you firmly in is his lap as he looked you over. 

You felt shy and exposed as his eyes studied your body, his hands coming up to touch the soft flesh of your breasts, squeezing and then rolling your nipples between his fingers, until they were stiff and aching. He gave you a wicked smile as he licked at one, feeling you tremble beneath him.

He pulled you up further on his thighs, so your chest was level with his mouth.

You had no time to process what was happening before he had his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nipping lightly and licking, while his hand tweaked the other one. He repeated this action with both of your breasts, as you arched your back, whining his name and pleading for him to give you more. You enjoyed the light tease, but if he didn't fuck you soon you were going to lose it.

He pulled back and let you undue his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to free his cock. He was still fully dressed, while you only had your panties and stockings on. His cock sprang up, and you reached down between the two of you to wrap a hand around him, stroking gently.

His hands gripped your ass and lifted you up, lowering you down on his cock. Your eyes locked and a whimper left your throat, the stretch was delicious and felt so good.

When you were seated fully on him, you both took a moment to breathe. The connection between you felt new and deep and unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once and you were desperate to have more. You wanted to be consumed by him, it was the only thing you knew would sate the intensity you were feeling.

His dark eyes conveyed the same feelings and he began lifting you up and down. Your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as he controlled your movements. He was using you as he pleased, and you didn't mind one bit.

The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, and it sounded obscene. Your mind clouded with lust and emotion. His lips on your neck, sucking and biting, he let his fangs graze your skin to feel your pulse under them.

"Making such a mess on my cock," he murmured against your neck, smirking at how wet you were. You were so embarrassed by how he was talking to you, you shouldn't have liked it, but God it was making you wetter and you could feel his pants getting damp from your cum. You were mortified.

This only made him grin wider, licking a stripe up your neck and then sucking bruises across your neck and chest. He watched your face contort with pleasure as his grip on you got tighter and he thrusted up into you.

"I'm going to claim every part of you, so when Niklaus sees you, he'll know he failed," Elijah's voice was stern, but the growl behind it made you shiver.

Just when you are about to hit your peak he flipped you onto the bed, keeping your bodies connected. He pressed himself against you, fucking into you deep and slow, his breath hot in your ear, praising you for being so good for him.

You felt your climax hit you hard, crying out his name and clawing at his shirt. Elijah drank up the sight of you beneath him, your pupils blown and your body trembling through your high.

He was still buried inside you, and he stilled for a moment, staring down at you with an expression of awe and affection. It made you flush under his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact for long.

He reached between your bodies, rubbing your swollen clit to push you over the edge again, catching your lips in his so he could swallow your moans, smiling against you.

"So beautiful," he breathed against your lips, kissing you once more before pulling out. He seemed unconcerned with chasing his own release, instead focusing on you.

You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours, he pulled it off quickly and then his lips found yours again.

His hand moved down to your thigh, his fingers dancing over the lace material of your stockings. He broke the kiss, his lips going down to your neck, his fingers finding the clasp on the one of stockings, unclipping it with a snap.

He hummed and moved down your body, his lips pressing kisses over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts. He unclipped the other one, and his mouth went down your stomach. He pulled the panties off you with his teeth, smirking as he went, then looking up at you.

You were sweating a little, your hair a mess and you were panting. He'd done a number on you already and it made him ache, knowing no one had ever seen you like this. Only him.

He leaned in and tasted you, his tongue lapping up the slick from your previous orgasms. You were over sensitive and tried to close your legs, but he held them open, sucking and licking, rubbing your clit in gentle circles.

You were close to coming again and then he pushed one of his fingers into your ass, making you gasp and squirm.

"Eli!" You breathed his name, blushing. You had never had anyone do this before, and it sent a strange thrill through your body.

He removed his mouth and looked up at you, moving back up to hold your gaze, "I want to have all of you," he explained and waited, not wanting to pressure you into anything.

"You can, but no one's ever..." you trailed off, squirming under him, suddenly too embarrassed to look at him anymore.

He squeezed your ass, pulling your thigh up over his hip as he moved beside you. He brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss, distracting you as he moved his hands down to your ass. He began massaging the flesh, spreading your cheeks and a finger breached the entrance to your ass slowly.

"Relax," he whispered against your lips, his free hand gripping your hair and tugging it. You mewled and he kissed you harder. He swallowed your whimpers, his thumb pressing against your clit and his fingers pushing into both your holes.

He stayed gentle, knowing it was a little different than vaginal sex. You did like it, the unfamiliar pleasure warming your belly.

He stretched and worked your body slowly, trying to relax you. Your lips were puffy and your eyes were hooded as he continued, sliding a second finger into your ass, stretching you. He listened to your erratic heartbeat as you watched him.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked softly, rubbing your clit with a little more pressure to distract you.

Your nails were digging into his chest, your mind foggy with a daze of pleasure, nodding your head. His lips were feather light against your neck, and he smiled, noticing how flushed and turned on you were.

"Are you ready my love?" Elijah's voice was soothing and had no pressure behind it, which only made your love for him grow even stronger.

"Yes," your voice was breathless and pleading, you needed this, needed him, needed to be closer and to share this experience with him. He was the only one you trusted to give yourself to him.

He rolled you onto your back, pushing your thighs up and nudging your knees apart. He spent a few moments drinking in the sight of you beneath him, his eyes skimming over every inch of your body with reverence.

His thumb played with your clit as he prepared his cock. Your arousal coated his fingers and he spread it along his length, slicking his cock up. He got into position and started to push into your tight hole.

"Look at me," he said softly as he hovered over you, continuing the process of taking you slowly.

You did as he commanded, eyes locking as he moved inside you. You clung to his arms, panting at the sudden stretch. He pushed in another few inches, watching your face carefully, listening to the reactions your body gave.

"It's okay," he assured you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushing the rest of the way in.

You squirmed and mewled, but he stilled, letting you adjust before he began to move. Slowly rocking his hips, easing in and out, hissing and biting his lip at how impossibly tight you were.

He pushed your legs up further and eased two fingers inside your pussy, pushing in and out slowly and timing it with his thrusts.

He worked you up, moving slow and deep, filling you up. You were a whimpering mess and looked so beautiful to him, the sight of you and the feeling of you completely submitting to him was intoxicating.

You couldn't speak, the pleasure overwhelming, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss your palm.

He leaned down and claimed your lips in a soft kiss, his hips moving just a little faster, rocking deeper inside you, touching every part of you and making you his.

His fingers in your pussy were moving just right, brushing against that spot inside you. His kisses grew sloppy, with you panting into each other's mouths and struggling to breath through the pleasure.

"Eli..." you gasped, shaking beneath him, knowing you were close. He was starting to fall over the edge with you, pushing you both towards oblivion.

He pounded into you, rolling his hips harder and faster, making you moan louder. Then everything snapped, you back arching, your mouth open in a silent scream of pure bliss.

Your pussy clamped down around his fingers and your ass squeezed his cock, and he let out a low groan, grinding deep into you as he came.

He found your lips again in a sweet kiss, brushing your sweaty hair back and keeping the both of you connected for a few moments longer. When you had come down from your high he slowly slid out of you, keeping an arm around you as you turned onto your side to cuddle against him.

The both of you just kept kissing, holding each other close, not wanting the moment to end.

He reached down and pulled the comforter over the both of you, tucking it around you. Elijah kissed the top of your head as he held you in his arms, his hands sliding all over your body, mapping it out in his head.

"Happy Birthday, Eli," you whispered softly, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

His heart swelled and he smiled, his hold tightening on you, he loved hearing you call him that.

"Can I have another birthday wish?" he asked softly, running his hands over your body, holding you in a way that was almost possessive.

"Of course," you flushed with excitement as you waited to see what he was going to ask.

"Will you be mine?" He asked, holding your gaze and looking uncharacteristically nervous for a moment.

You were so overwhelmed by his request, but it only took you a moment to respond, "I am already, Eli, I've been yours for a long time," you assured him, and the words made him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I love you," he said, saying the words he never thought he'd say, feeling so much lighter now that he said them, and finally knowing what it meant to be with you.

"I love you, too," you felt a bit shy but couldn't hide the emotion in your voice.

He was relieved, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You smile and laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He mumbles some incoherent words into your neck and you love the sound.

It felt good to be with him, like it was always meant to be.

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Helpful, in a Heterodyne Kind of Way

Summary: Gil wakes up chained to a chair in Castle Heterodyne.

That's bad.

But he's been brought there to have dinner with the Lady Heterodyne, who is smart and pretty and interesting.

That's good.

He's been brought there by Saturnus Heterodyne, because he's under the impression that Gil is the biological son of Petrus Teuful, and thus an excellent potential suitor for his beloved granddaughter.

That's bad.

But Agatha is wonderful, and Saturnus promises to keep Gil's "true parentage" a secret. If Gil is lucky, he might get out of this with a girlfriend, and without getting fed to one of the castle's deathtraps.

Klaus would just like people to not kidnap his son, thank you very much.

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Gil woke slowly, but not painfully. There was no aching body or throbbing temples, just a slow ascent from darkness. He was vaguely aware of the smell of cooking meat, the warmth of a nearby fire, the sound of soft music.

And shouting.

“—kidnap the son of Baron Wulfenbach, emperor of Europa!”

Well, that wasn’t a good start.

Gil forced his eyelids to open and found himself staring at…a table. It was covered in a gilt-embroidered tablecloth and set with the most over-the top table settings, every conceivable variety of forks, spoons and knives.  

His hands were chained to the chair with manacles just long enough to allow him to reach the silverware (which was gold, he realized). He also noticed what, exactly, the tablecloth’s embroidery depicted. It was not something most people would like to look at during a meal.

A sneaking suspicion began to develop.

“I don’t care how great-great-great-grandmother Thorazia would have done it!”

And that was when Gil noticed the guards, and suspicion became certainty.

There were two of them, standing side by side at the door on the far end of the room. One had horns that curled up over his head almost in a circle; the other had a snout and long, floppy ears. Both were grinning at him—grins filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

Jӓgers.

Gil tried to keep his expression one of mild interest, which the guards clearly found very funny. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair, humming softly and very carefully not checking to see how sturdy the restraints were.

They were very sturdy.

As casually as he could, Gil glanced over his shoulder.

Yep, two Jӓgermonster guards on that door, too.

One of them waved at him. Gil gave him a slightly strained smile, and turned back in his seat again.

Okay. Kidnapped, tied to a chair, in Castle Heterodyne. The important thing to do was to remain calm, at all costs.

“Grandfather, I don’t need your help! I am perfectly capable of finding a boyfriend on my own!”

The door flew open and in swept the most beautiful girl Gil had ever seen. She was dressed in filthy mechanic’s coveralls. Her face was smeared with grease. Her hair was beginning to fall free from the messy ponytail she’d put it in, framing her face with fine golden strands. Her eyes were bright green, illuminated behind her large glasses.

“I,” she began, “am so sorry—”

“Hi,” Gil blurted out. “I’m Gil. Uh. Gilgamesh Wulfenbach. Who are you?”

She pulled up short, startled by the interuption.

“Oh. I…I’m Agatha. Agatha Heterodyne.” She shook herself. “Wait, wait, I’m apologizing. My grandfather had you kidnapped, he’s…” She blushed even harder. “He uh. He’s been trying to…”

“Find you a boyfriend, I heard.”  

Agatha groaned and rubbed her face, pushing her glasses up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Gil said. “You know, it smells like dinner’s been made already, and since I’m already here…”

Agatha stared at him.

“You—really?”

He smiled at her and shrugged.

“I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

Agatha opened and closed her mouth a few times, pink rising to her cheeks.

“Oh. That’s. Very kind of you. I. Um. Should probably go get changed. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”

“If you’d like,” Gil said, amicably.  “I think you look great.”

Agatha went scarlet and ducked her head, not quite managing to hide her smile. She began to back up out the door she’d entered through, babbling a little.

“I’ll uh. Aheh. It’s not really hygenic, I’m all covered in…I’ll just…um…Nestor, if you could serve Gil some wine or, or something while I, um…”

She slammed the door shut. Gil heard frantic footsteps tearing up the hallway, a call of I told you! and shutupshutupshutup!

 A servant approached on silent feet and filled a goblet with wine, then scooched it a little closer to Gil so he could reach it without dragging the chains across the table cloth. Gil didn’t bother to ask if he could be released.

The door opened again and Gil looked up, but it wasn’t Agatha who entered.

At first, the only thing Gil could notice was the chair. From the seat up, it was, well. A chair. But instead of four sturdy legs, the seat rested on what had to be dozens of of spindly, shining, insectile legs. They were constantly moving, extending and retracting and shifting position to keep the occupant perfectly balanced as he crossed the room.

It took some effort to drag his gaze up and meet the sharp green eyes of a man who had Agatha’s nose and a wicked grin that pinned Gil in place.  

“Saturnus Heterodyne!” he said, by way of greeting. “And you must be Gilgamesh Wulfenbach!” His smile twisted slyly. “Or should I say…Gilgamesh Teuful?”

Gil stared blankly.

“Uh…should you?”

“No need to play dumb,” Saturnus said, drawing up to the table beside Gil. With a casual air, he picked up one of the decanters of wine and filled a spare glass. Taking the glass in hand, he settled back in his seat and gave Gil a sharp smile. “I heard all about your paternity from that Sturmvoraus fellow.”

“Sturmv—Tarvek?” Gil sat bolt up in the chair, sloshing his wine and yanking hard on the manacles. “Tarvek Sturmvoraus told you I was Petrus Teuful’s son?”

That weasel, that snake! Everyone knew the Lady Heterodyne was more like the Heterodyne boys than like her grandfather. If she thought he was the son of one of the deadliest Sparks in the world—

“No, no,” Saturnus said. “He told his sister. But there are no secrets in Castle Heterodyne, are there?” This last was directed to the ceiling.

‘No indeed,’ said a disembodied voice, sounding quite smug. ‘But I do know when to be…discreet.’

Saturnus chuckled and waved for Gil to relax.

“Calm down, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I don’t blame Klaus for keeping it a secret—a man can only put up with so many assassination attempts before they begin to get tiresome.” He laughed the convivial laugh of two people bonding over a shared nuisence.   

“Um. I…appreciate that, but—”

“And I certainly won’t be the one to tell Agatha! Don’t want to sway her opinion of you just yet. She’s a little too much like her uncle to believe in the whole ‘change them with the power of love’ nonsense her father did…”

His voice trailed off, his expression suddenly sobering. Gil waited, but when the man stayed silent, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, I think there’s been—”

“Wait, wait, I’m not done.” Saturnus frowned disapprovingly. “Youth these days, no patience at all. What was I saying? Oh! I remember when Klaus finally brought Teuful down. Ha, and Teuful certainly made him work for it! But when he finally fell, what did his men do? Fought harder. Fought to the death. Every man jack was there of his own free will, because he believed in Teuful. That is loyalty.”  

Saturnus grinned and tilted his head back, indicating the Jӓger guards.

“And the Heterodynes know loyalty. We appreciate loyalty—and appreciate those Sparks who understand it as we do.”

“Well, of course,” Gil said. “Half of the armies we fight surrender outright because they know they’ll get a better deal with the Empire. But—”

“But indeed! A man who can inspire a soldier to fight for peace and stability, yes, all well and good, hoo-ray. But a man who can take a perfectly ordinary citizen of the world and inspire him to wanton chaos and destruction? Ah, that’s the kind of man I want for my granddaughter.”

He sat back in his chair and sighed heavily.

“I’m relieved to have found you, you know. The number of would-be suitors who have shown up here—why, the grinding machines can hardly keep up!”

“The grinding machines,” Gil repeated.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, unworthy men can be persistant, and I’ll not be having some moon-eyed, would-be-hero fluttering around her and wasting her time. So, on their way out I simply have the castle…” He made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Clean up.”

Gil felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead.

“Castle Heterodyne had boyfriend grinding machines?”

“No, of course not! I had to build them. But don’t you worry,” Saturnus said, patting Gil genially on the shoulder. “I’d never snuff out a Spark like Teuful’s so easily.”

‘But perhaps mind where you put your hands.’

Saturnus burst out laughing; the Jӓger guards joined in. Gil forced his own laugh, clutching white knuckled at the arms of his chair. As subtly as he could, he glanced down, and saw that the way the floorboards were laid out, it was not impossible that the chair was positioned over a trap door.

The door opened and Gil’s heart leapt for entirely different reasons than terror.

Agatha stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, still damp from her frantic bath, and dressed in a white and gold dress trimmed with trilobite designs that Gil would say was extremely becoming. She’d missed a spot of engine grease on her cheek, and Gil had no intention of telling her.

“Well, I’ll leave you two at it,” Saturnus said, steering his chair away from the table and towards the door. His granddaughter squinted at him suspiciously.

“Yes, you will. And so will you four,” she said, sternly, to the Jӓgers. “I already have an all-seeing chaperone, who will be silent,” she added, very pointedly. “For the duration of the evening.” Her eyes landed on the glass of wine Saturnus was not quite managing to keep out of sight. “And the doctor said no alcohol!”

“The doctor said less alcohol!” Saturnus shot back, the door slamming shut behind him.

Agatha threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, and thumped down in her seat. Then she hurriedly stood up and swept her dress out so it wasn’t crumpled. Servants closed in, laying out the first course: a bright orange soup that, upon very careful tasting, turned out to be pumpkin.

“I hope he didn’t say anything too awful,” Agatha said.

“No!” Gil said, hurriedly, very aware that Castle Heterodyne could hear every word. “He was just telling me that he was a…fan of my father’s work.”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “I’m not entirely sure he actually understands what your father does.”

“I did get that impression,” Gil said, straight faced. The chain around his wrist clanked against the soup bowl, and Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“Castle! He’s still chained?”

Gil thought he heard something like a distant, mechanical sigh of disappointment, and the manacles popped open.

“I’m so sorry about that. Again.”

Gil smiled.

“Honestly, of all the times I’ve been kidnapped and chained to a chair, this is not the worst.”

Agatha paused, spoon halfway to her mouth.  

“Has that happened to you…often?”

“Once or twice!” Gil said. “But I don’t usually get wine.”

-

“—and even though he recognized that it wasn’t on purpose, or entirely my fault, the Master decided I’d just be a trouble magnet, and that was the end of Paris. I finished my degrees in Beetleburg, instead.” Agatha waved her fork vaguely. “But it worked out in the end. It was much easier to rule Mechanicsburg from there.”

Gil started.

“You were ruling Mechanicsburg long distance?”

Agatha gave him a wry smile.

“I couldn’t exactly leave Grandfather in charge unattended,” she said, dryly. “I had regular reports sent to me once a week, and I’d send my orders back same day.”

“That’s impressive,” Gil said. “Balancing your schoolwork, running Mechanicsburg, and still managing to have a social life? Most people can barely manage two of those.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that much more work,” Agatha demured, though she was blushing. “My seneschal took care of the day to day, and my generals managed the defences.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing.”

“What about you?” Agatha returned. “You’ve got two doctorates and Collette said you get into adventures every other week.”

‘My lady—’

“I asked for silence,” Agatha said. “And I specified for the duration—”

‘Yes, my lady, and no one wishes to interrupt your evening. That is why your grandfather asked me to inform you that he will handle the matter.’

“What mat—you know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know.” She rolled her eyes at Gil. “He’s probably gone to argue with the Monster’s Guild about whether the giant rats qualify for membership. I keep telling them, if they’re not sentient enough to pay union dues and attend the meetings, they belong with the Rodent Society.”  

The room they were in faced west, giving them a lovely view of the mountain sunset, and no view at all of Castle Wulfenbach descending on Mechanicsburg.

#girl genius #Gilgamesh Wulfenbach #saturnus heterodyne #agatha heterodyne #gilgatha #gil/agatha #doting grandfather saturnus AU

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

In the spirit of the season, here's a little KC Christmas fluff. Enjoy!

***

“Kol, I'm going to tear your balls off and rip them apart,” Caroline muttered as she moved around in the kitchen, frantically stirring and whisking.

It had been over and hour, and Kol was late.

Yes, she was aware that he was busy, but so was she, and they had been given off days at the hospital, would it really hurt him to arrive on time for once?

The doorbell finally rang and Caroline sprinted to open it, ponytail flying behind her, flour on her cheeks.

Kol stood at her door, looking sheepish and his hands in his pockets. “Kol, there you are! I swear, if you're late one more time, I'm going to do some serious damage to your dick—”

“Caroline,” Kol interrupted her, a very fake smile on his face, his teeth gritted. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a guest.”

He stepped aside slightly to reveal someone Caroline had seen many times in the hospital, not many of which had been very good.

“Caroline,” said Klaus Mikaelson, with a smile that was all teeth. “It’s a pleasure.”

***

“I cannot believe you right now,” Caroline snarled at Kol while he sat at her kitchen island, nervously drinking wine. “You are such an ass.”

“His flight was cancelled,” Kol muttered. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Um, I don’t know. Tell him to go away and not come to my house?” Caroline suggested furiously, whipping the cream with vengeance. “He pisses me off enough at the hospital, Kol, I do not need him in my house at Christmas as well.”

“He’s not that bad. Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that, Caroline, he’s nice to you.”

“When he is, it’s a rarity—he teases me, Kol.”

“Everyone knows about your little crush, darling.”

“I do not have a crush on him. He’s an ass.”

“Just be an adult about it and tell him. You're not five.”

“Yeah, but I'm mad, and mostly at you. He’s my boss, Kol.”

“Mine too!”

“Yeah, but he’s your brother. And anyway, what the hell am I supposed to talk to Dr Mikaelson about?”

“A variety of subjects,” said the man in question, stepping into her kitchen. Caroline huffed and turned away from him. “Oh, come now, love, we’re all adults here.”

“Are we, really?” Caroline asked, a saccharine smile pointed at Kol, who scowled at her. “Look, we’re not at work, so you're not my boss and I'm not your subordinate. That means I'm free to call you out on your bullshit as much as I want without any fear of you giving me scut to do. Now, go away.”

“You know,” Dr Asshat said casually, sitting down at her table next to his soon to be dead younger brother, “you never did tell me why you hated me so much.”

Caroline scoffed. “Are you seriously asking? You’re an ass. To me, to my friends, to Kol—”

“Yes, well, he deserves it,” replied Dr Asshat with a winning grin.

Kol tossed him a filthy look. “Go fuck yourself, Nik.”

“I swear, this is not the Christmas I had planned,” Caroline muttered, poring over the cookbook. “Kat’s late, Bonnie’s not coming, and Rebekah’s forgotten to bring the cookies. And this damn pie—” she said frustratedly, shooting the oven a foul glance, “isn’t cooking in the middle!”

“I could help,” Dr Asshat cut in, all dimples as he smiled at Caroline. “If you wanted.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you sure, love? Wouldn’t want to be the hostess who served half-baked pecan pie at her first ever Christmas dinner now, would you?”

She hated the fact he was right.

“Fine. You can help," she growled. "But don’t try to make small talk.”

He looked at her with a mock-hurt expression, his hand on his chest. “You wound me, love. And I had such hopes that we’d develop a beautiful friendship.”

Caroline barely managed to bite back a reluctant smile before he sidled up to her, grabbing a spatula. “Did you finish making the gingerbread?”

“I was going to start on it after I finished the pie, but clearly that’s not happening soon,” Caroline grumbled. “This sucks. Elena was supposed to get here early and help me with the sticky toffee pudding—the one Rebekah loves so much, and now she’s ditched me. And I still have to finish decorating the sugar cookies and make the glaze for the baked ham—”

“We’ll get it done.”

“Dr Mikaelson—”

“Klaus,” he said, smiling at her in amusement. “I'm temporarily not your boss, in your kitchen cooking, surely we can go by first names, Caroline?”

“Klaus,” Caroline said, glaring at Kol when he rolled his eyes behind them, “there’s a lot to be done, and I'm obviously running out of time because I have so many things to do and nobody’s shown up to help—”

“Caroline,” Klaus—Dr Asshat, Caroline scolded herself internally, blushing slightly at the comfortable touch of his hands as he ran them up and down her arms. “Calm down. Take a breath. It’s fine. I'm here, aren’t I? I'm going to help you make the pudding, and we can force Kol to help—”

Kol made an indignant noise from his seat at the kitchen island. “Excuse me? I never offered to help.”

Klaus—she’d given up on the Dr Asshat thing—fixed Kol with a glare. “No one asked. Now get your arse off that chair and start decorating Caroline’s cookies.”

“But I don’t want to,” came the petulant reply.

“Do you want to eat?” Caroline snapped, and Kol looked dutifully cowed. “Then you're helping. So be a good boy and listen to your big brother, Kol.”

Kol sneered at her as he stood up, abandoning his wine glass and snatching the piping bag from the counter. “This is all your fault,” he said to his brother furiously. “I knew bringing you here was a bad idea. Why couldn’t you have acted on your interests on your own, Nik?”

Caroline froze, and Klaus growled. “Mind your tongue, Kol.”

“Excuse me?” Caroline said, her voice slightly high-pitched. “What does he mean by that, exactly?”

Klaus opened his mouth but Kol beat him to it. “He fancies you, of course,” he grumbled, snipping off the top of the piping bag. “Has since a long time. Honestly, haven’t you noticed him mooning after you pathetically every morning after rounds?”

“Kol, I swear—”

“Not that you're much better, darling,” Kol continued, bordering the cookies. “You and your complaints. Your brother’s an ass cause he’s wearing the cologne I don’t like, he’s pissing me off cause he’s being weirdly nice, how does his hair look so good every day, this is not a pageant—”

“Kol!” Caroline squeaked, mortified. “Shut up. Right now.”

“Half our class has a pool going,” Kol muttered. “Even Stefan and Marcel are in on it, Nik, and they're just as fed up as I am.”

“What are you—”

“Everyone has lost at least fifty dollars because you two never seem to get together. I needed that money, Nik. And due to your combined stubbornness, no one is winning that pool. So if you two could please,” Kol concluded, slamming a perfectly iced cookie on the rack, “get yourselves together and just bloody shag already, it would really be beneficial to all of us.”

He picked up his wine glass and swaggered out of the room, taking his cookie with him for good measure.

Caroline couldn’t bring herself to look at Klaus, who couldn’t stop looking at her, ironically.

“Um,” she started brilliantly, and Klaus looked at her expectantly. “I'm going to murder Kol brutally.”

“I'll help,” Klaus offered, “after dinner.”

“Right,” Caroline started, turning to look at the half-finished glaze she had started on. “Well, if we hustle, we’ll be able to get it done in—”

“Not that dinner,” Klaus interrupted. “This Friday. I want to take you out for dinner.”

Caroline gaped at him. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Although I'm going to cause Kol bodily harm for his outburst, I can't help but feel it was overdue. So, dinner?”

Caroline blinked while desperately trying to fight down the blush that she was sure had formed on her cheeks. “You're my boss.”

“And you'll be a resident in a year like me anyway. In the fear of risking rejection for the last time,” Klaus grins at her, all dimples. “Dinner?”

Caroline bites her lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. “Sure.”

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #caroline x klaus #klaus mikaelson x caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #kol mikaelson

[loosesodamarble]

The Future Silva Family

Since I revealed Nacht and Josele's future children, it would only be fair for me to reveal Nozel and Helia's future children as well.

Here they are: Aecor, Fleuriana, Chalivas, and Soleil.

..........

Aecor Silva

His name is a alternative form of the Latin word "aequor" which means "an even surface" or "the sea when calm." He's also got the nickname "Ace."

Age: 18

Birthday: March 3

Magic Attribute: Water.

Appearance: a perfect blend of his parents. Nozel's silver hair and Helia's golden hair combined gives Aecor hair that looks like electrum (the actual metal that is a mix of gold and silver). And between Nozel's purple eyes and Helia's green eyes, their son has blue eyes. He keeps his hair long and styles a couple little braids on the right side of his head.

Personality: Aecor's got the collected attitude of his father but underneath his stoicism, he's got his mother's kindness and love of life. He's too soft for his own good. He'll say he's too busy to help with small matters with the coldest look in his eyes. But one "please," he'll be watering the fields of some backwater village. He's protective of his younger siblings and will do everything to not be how Nozel, Nebra, and Solid once were towards Noelle. He's strategic and inclined to lead, meaning he is able to determine and direct people's strengths for the best results.

Aecor's magical abilities are high leveled and well-rounded. He's got a lot of mana, excellent control, and a versatile array of spells.

He is the heart of the little friendship he has with his siblings. They wholeheartedly trust him and follow his advice/"orders."

Aecor looks up to and is close to people like Asta, Klaus, and Mimosa. Yuno is also amongst his role models.

Aecor definitely joins the Magic Knights in the future and, at Nozel's insistence, joins the Silver Eagles.

Fleuriana Silva

Her name is based on the French word for "flower" with some extra, royal flourish. Most people just call her "Fleur" though.

Age: 16

Birthday: May 5

Magic Attribute: Ironwood. A combination of her parents' metal and plant-based magics to make still living plants that are as durable as steel.

Appearance: She's got her mother's green eyes and her father's silver hair. Her hair is long enough to style but she likes leaving it loose and wild the way Mereoleona used to have it. But when she dolls up, she does opt for her mother's own hair style of a braided crown and low ponytail.

Personality: Fleuriana has two sides of her. When in public, Fleuriana comes off as composed, polite, and dainty. She shows great self-awareness, picking her words and deeds carefully. When in private, Fleuriana is outspoken and impulsive. She does what she likes with only her family being able to deter her from (though not a guarantee). The difference between Fleur casually and during formal occasions is so big that Nozel and Helia joke that they have two daughters. No matter what situation Fleuriana finds herself in, though, she is a forward, self-confident person.

Fleuriana has a great deal of raw power in her magic but she lacks the masterful control that Aecor has.

Fleuriana is a wild card and is known to run off on her own. She's the most independent of the kids.

Fleuriana's top role model is Mereoleona. She'd also be close to Noelle, Luck, and Vanessa.

Her future path is definitely one of being an adventurer, exploring the depths of strong mana regions and even leaving the continent to see more the world.

Chalivas Silva

His name is simply the Greek word for "steel." His nickname is "Chal."

Age: 14

Birthday: January 14.

Magic Attribute: Mercury

Appearance: Ironically, despite having his father's magic, he looks like his mother. The silvery color of his Mercury Magic contrasts with his golden hair which he keeps short and well combed. And his deep green eyes like the forest are often glaring into people's souls.

Personality: There appears to be careful consideration in every move Chalivas makes and he does his best to act with dignity. Chalivas believes in doing things in a "proper" way, meaning things that are efficient and benefit as many as possible. He looks up to Aecor's kindness and Fleuriana's strength but worries they take the virtues to negative extremes. He's not one to talk, as his overly serious behavior makes him an unintentional killjoy. He is someone who is good without being nice though he can show some softness. He's got a lot of walls up though.

Like his father, Chalivas' greatest strength in terms of magic is his control. His control is on prodigy level.

Might be the only sane child. Chalivas is often the one reigning in his older siblings because their hearts so often get the better of them.

Chalivas admires people like Marx, Fuegoleon, and William.

In the future, he would join the Magic Knights and be a Silver Eagle. Though he aims high and fully intends on starting his own squad.

Soleil Silva

Soleil's name is the French word for "sun."

Age: 12

Birthday: December 23

Magic Attribute: Flora

Appearance: Just like Chalivas, Soleil has one parent's magic and the other parent's appearance. Soleil is Nozel's spitting image. Soft purple eyes like lavender. Silver hair that... doesn't have a good plant equivalent, darn. He eventually grows his hair long and wears it in a low braid.

Personality: Soleil is a charismatic kid and gets along with many kinds of people. He has a positivity and enthusiasm that would be contagious. He's also a curious and playful child, meaning he’s a bit of a prankster. Fortunately, his family is smart enough to not fall victim. Unfortunately, that means it’s mostly servants or nobles getting pranked. He's more than a trickster though. He's perceptive and likes to get a read on a person/situation before attempting an approach. Part of Soleil's charisma is built on him first understanding the people he interacts with.

When it comes to magic, what Soleil lacks in power and control, he makes up for in creativity. His grimoire would be dense. Forget the spells inside, the grimoire itself is a weapon.

Soleil is the kind of younger sibling that hypes up and is awed by anything his siblings do. He just loves seeing them succeed. But he also keeps an eye on them, looking for weaknesses that he can exploit for pranks.

Soleil would be close to people like Rill, Dorothy, Kirsch, and Asta.

Being a Magic Knight would restrict Soleil's free spirit too much so he'd become a performer of some kind, using his magic to entertain and inspire others.

#black clover #nozel silva #helia nymvire #nozelia #black clover oc #aecor silva #fleuriana silva #chalivas silva #soleil silva #soda's ocs #next gen ocs #got picrews to give a general idea of what the kids look like #not 100% accurate of course

[jellybeanium124]

if Diego wears his hair in a ponytail at any time during season 3 my bisexual little heart will burst

#klaus in a ponytail would be good too #but idk something ab the imagery of diego in a ponytail is bisexual perfection #tua #Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy season 3 #tua season 3 #tua s3 #diego hargreeves

[rcksmith]

Be good — Five Hargreeves.

Requests: “can i get car sex w/five and lots of praise kink tyyyy 💖💖”

“Hi! Could I request smut prompts 11, 22, and 29 as well as fluff 40 for five hargreeves? Ty!”

Smut prompts:

11. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

22. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Fluff prompts:

40. “Come cuddle.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit smut, degradation, dirty talk, bad words, fluff.

— — — — —

Part of Five thought it was absurd to feel this way, so wrong. You were young, so young, with an adventurous face in your 20s and bright eyes. Full of life and with such a loose spirit. You had that cool breeze with a free soul, a bright smile and, holy mother of God, you had a body that would be the reason why he would be banished from paradise.

There was something about your youthful innocence that clenched Five's teeth, that made him clench fists to control the urges to touch you at any time. This irritated him deeply.

You were so... so... sweet.

So fucking sweet. From your summer dresses, your delicate mouth, doe eyes and silky hair. You looked like a fucking princess and Five wanted to destroy you for that. You didn't look real. It looked like it came out of a fairy tale and it hit something very deep in Five. Oh, he was burning in a very dangerous fire.

Worst of all, you always knew what you were doing with him. And the way you pretend you don't make him even more angry.

Five remembers the exact moment when he threw in the towel, stopped fighting that insane desire and kissed you as if you were the last glass of water in the desert. And all of this was caused by a trigger so simple, ridiculous to be honest.

He gave up control one afternoon, when you were playing cards with Klaus in the living room, you had just won and got up, saying that you were going to get your phone that you were carrying in another room.

“It's hard to try to be mad at her, she's so cute.” Klaus said to Five, making a gesture in the air that represented pinching your cheeks.

If Five's mood hadn't been bad before, it was bad now. He rolled his eyes, hiding the expression on lips when he took a sip of coffee.

“You should learn from her, who knows" Klaus shrugged “She is so nice and you are... well, you are you.” Klaus pointed to Five's entire body, in a teasing of brother.

The deadly look that Five gave his brother made Klaus laugh even more. God, he was an idiot!

“Doesn't she look like those little movie fairies?”

“Is annoying.” Five rolled his eyes.

“It’s cute.” Klaus defended you “But you know, I think it's just superficial.”

That caught Five's attention, and Klaus realized and started to explain.

“She told me that she likes some more ... crude things, if you know what I mean.” Oh, Five understood “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

So Five was shipwrecked by Images of you. Tied to the bed, in white lingerie, your lips swollen from using that princess mouth of for something else. The giant wave invaded he mind like a ball of destruction, demolishing the entire barrier of self-control he had struggled to build. Brick by brick.

Five wanted to erase those images from his head, to exclude any universe in which you were on all fours for him, begging for more, with that fucking cute voice of yours.

But no matter how hard he tried, Klaus' words brought endless malicious situations that did not come out of Five’s mind.

So that's when he gave up. It was ridiculous to be controlling yourself like a puritan, like a stupid little boy who didn't know what to do.

And Five knew exactly what wanted to do to you.

Then, that afternoon, he disappeared in front of Klaus in the blue flash and reappeared in the room you were in. You must have said something, but Five didn't hear it, or didn't want to hear it. He just walked up to you, put his hands on your waist and kissed you with all the desire that the world had.

He barely touched you and you were already a modeling clay in he hands, sighing with strong touches, with raw kisses, purring like a kitten.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive." Five whispered against your mouth before he kissed you again.

Five Hargreeves thought that fucking you once would placate that sickly fire that was inside him. But it didn't placate, in fact, it was like pouring gasoline on the fire.

Everything inside him became wilder, more hungry, needy. And that was why he was there, fucking you hard in the car, on an abandoned street.

You moaned loudly, the top of your little red summer dress lowered, exposing your breasts that bounced as you slipped on Five's lap. The air was caustic and pungent, the two of you gasped, sighed, let out toxic and broken moans.

Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end in that second, and Five did not have the strength to squeeze your hips, pulling you down and up with brutality, pushing him dick deeper into you with every bounce you gave.

“So fucking tight!” He snarled, lowering his left hand to your ass, lifting the fabric of the dress and slapping you.

You contained the cry, pressing your lips against him neck, the tears already burning in your eyes. Five don't slow down the ruthless pace, fucking you with the fury of an animal, as if I've never fucked you before.

“Such a good pussy!” He hand let go of your skin to wrap his fingers in your hair on the back of neck, pulling your face into his, making you receive the moans against your mouth. “I can't get enough of eating you! Good fucking slut!”

You could see the anger, desire, lust and wildness in he eyes. Five wanted to destroy you and, god, you loved it. You let go of that innocent and mysterious smile that left him even more out of control, and Five slapped you down again, but now on your left cheek.

“Don't look like that to me!” He pulled your chin up at him "Otherwise, you're going to get out of here without being able to walk right!"

But it was logical that you did not hear. Truth be told, you were a fucking tease. You liked the game, the hunt, the adrenaline. You liked to play with fire, and Five Hargreeves was not just a flame, but the entire fire.

“Do... do what D-daddy?” You used your best voice, seeing he anger and lust spilling out of he green eyes.

Then you gave that smile again, more neat, more painful and more innocent, and Five snarled like a wild animal that has just come out of captivity. He immediately took you off his lap, taking he dick out of you.

“Go to the fucking backseat. Now!”

You obeyed, going to the backseat and placing yourself on all fours, resting your chest on the seat while lifting your hips.

“You already know how to stand. You are is a little slut, really!” Then a loud slap came on your ass, and you bit your palm to keep from screaming.

“D...Daddy!” You whined.

Five pinned your hair up in a ponytail with he hand, pulling your body back until it was glued and glued to his.

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg." He snarled in your ear, the hot temperature of he dick an inch from your needy center.

“Please!” You cried “I'm go to be b-good! I promise, daddy!”

“Beg!” One more slap.

“Please!” You rummaged your hips, trying to make any contact. “Please!”

Then Five entered you. Strong, rough, badly and aggressive. He barely gave you time to moan before he started hitting your fragile walls, flooding your eyes with tears that flowed. It was too much stimulation, too much strength, too much desire that made your body want to scream. You and Five had a security password, but you were too horny to want to use it because of the pain.

“So fucking good tis pussy!” Five kept his hand firmly in your hair and the other on your hips, pulling you to his dick. “You have to be a desperate slut to give it to me in the car, don't you?” another slap “Such a needy little slut.”

“Yes, d-daddy!”

Then he continued, relentless. You turned your face to see him, and that was even more of a discharge of electricity between your legs.

Five's coal-black hair was sweaty, clinging to his forehead, with a few droplets running down his firm face. He was without a suit, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his vein-streaked arms, marking the white skin that was covered with a layer of sweat mist.

His green eyes contained all the wildness, fury and lust in the world. He looked like an angry young god. And that took you to the apex.

Five let out a short, husky, sneering laugh at how fast you always came for him, and he increased his movements until he poured the hot liquid as deep as possible into you.

“Your pussy is so good.” He whispered in your ear, slowing you two heartbeat with a few kisses on your shoulder.

Five pulled the suit that was lying on the floor of the car, placing it under you and turning you on top of the cloth, so that the cum dripped on the suit instead of the seat. He watched in lust as the cum poured out of you.

Five pulled the air against his teeth, not controlling himself and leaning towards you, sticking your lips together in an angry kiss.

“You are so hot." You smirked at his comment.

“Where were we even going?” You laughed.

"Home."

You loved how he used the word "home" with you. As if it were the home of the two of you.

“Take a shower and have dinner?” Five nodded, removing a lock of his hair from his face. "And after... we are come cuddle?”

He laughed, shrugging and sticking his lips to yours again.

“If that is going to make you stop talking. Of course, dear.” He grunted playfully on your lips, and you laughed.

God, you loved that man.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves smut #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x you #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine #five x reader #five fanfiction #five x y/n #number 5 imagine #number 5 x you #number 5 #number 5 x reader #number five fanfic #number five x you #number five x y/n #number five x reader #number five smut #number five #tua smut #tua five #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #tua fanfic

[realityescapee01]

Where Klaus envy Elijah for having Y/N.

Klaus would notice how happy and contented his brother Elijah is these past few weeks.

Him immediately knowing it was because of a woman. Getting so curious and eager to finally meet the woman that makes Elijah this way. So far Elijah never brought her home for the family to meet. He only has mentioned her name.

Klaus had imagined how Y/N looked like. He fashioned you after the same taste he had when it comes to women. After all, him and Elijah end up liking the same girl.

Elijah finally brought Y/N home. Klaus was perplexed. She wasn't what he imagine. All Elijah's women were stunningly gorgeous. Long wavy hair. Always dressed up great. Always made up great. Hair perfectly made, braided or lose waves. Face, flawless make-up. Clothes, tasteful dresses. Or if in casual, they're always fitted, showing off the right curves. Shoes, high heels, or elegant sandals.

Not that Y/N is not gorgeous, it's just that she contradicts the previous women Elijah had. She is... simple. Hair tied up in a messy ponytail. Face, no make up save for the lightly tinted lip balm. Clothes, casual loose ankle length skirt with shirt and jacket. Mostly covering the whole body. Mostly loose fit. And shoes... flats. Complete opposite.

Klaus did not mention his observations to anyone. He just continued studying Y/N and Elijah.

Y/N would spend most of the day visiting Elijah in the compound. Mostly talking and having tea. They smile often or laugh often throughout their conversations. Klaus growing more and more curious.

Klaus decided to listen in on their conversations. Light at first. Mostly about current events. Then it will turn into a game of some sorts. Trivias. Then into deep conversations that Elijah enjoys. There would be some form of arguments at times, but they will agree to disagree. Turning into a healthy discussion. With new knowledge and insights for and from both Elijah and Y/N.

Sometimes Klaus would catch Elijah nipping at Y/N's hand, feeding lightly. Y/N let's him but slaps Elijah off if the feeding took a few seconds too long. Elijah would apologize and say: I couldn't help it, the taste is exquisite.

Sometimes they'd just sit on the balcony, doing nothing. Just looking at the world outside, holding hands. Y/N would fall asleep on Elijah and the vampire would carry her into his room.

When Elijah got sick, Y/N was there, taking care of him as much as she can. She knows just what to do or say at the perfect moments.

The Mikaelsons held a formal party at their compound. Celebrating their sister Freya's return. Everyone is in suits and dresses.

Y/N arrived wearing this:

and Klaus was:

Darling, good lord! Kol shamelessly said. Oh my, lovely. Rebekah followed up. Y/N looked around for Elijah. And when she couldn't find him, she resigned into a corner. Party guests: vampires, werewolves, witches, and human alike, checking her out. But no one dared approach, knowing she is dating Elijah.

Klaus looked up to the rooms, cursing Elijah for making Y/N wait. A few more moments, Elijah still hasn't come down, Klaus approached her, wanting to get her out of the corner. That place doesn't give her justice.

Good evening, love. He greeted Y/N. Good evening to you, too, Klaus. Y/N replied. Elijah would be down in a moment. For now, come join us. Klaus guided her towards where the other Mikaelsons are, offering his arm to escort her. Y/N held onto Klaus's arm. Once they reached the others, Y/N took her arm off of Klaus. Thank you. She said.

Y/N you look stunning tonight. Kol took her hand and kissed it. How dare you. Klaus thought, looking sharply at Kol. Lovely, you should dress up more often, you'd drive my brother Elijah even more madly in love over you. Rebekah gave Y/N's cheeks a kiss.

Finally, Elijah walked down from his room upstairs, looking gorgeous in the most elegant and expensive suit he owns. Carrying a bouquet of peonies. Apologies for being late. There's some paper work. Elijah offered Y/N the bouquet, who just smiled and accepted.

Elijah stared at Y/N. Appreciating her, from head to toe. And led her to dance with him. Klaus felt so... jealous. He climbed up to the rooms, and just watched the party from above. Watched Elijah and Y/N from above.

Elijah then led Y/N upstairs and in to his room. Klaus gripped the iron railing tightly. He knows exactly what would be going on in that room. He understands. If he was in Elijah's position, Y/N would've been in the bedroom way earlier, being worshipped and pleasured with everything he can give and do.

Klaus dashed out of the compound. Feeding on unfortunate strangers he crosses paths with. Marcel would have a headache tomorrow, trying to cover up or save all the fed on humans. Klaus thinking about how Elijah was holding Y/N right now. How Elijah was kissing Y/N. How Elijah was undressing Y/N. How Elijah was caressing her, and making love to her.

Klaus sat down on a bench, staring out to the night. He wanted to have what Elijah has. He wanted to be happy and contented. He wanted to be loved like Elijah does now. He wanted to have someone like Y/N. He wanted Y/N.

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[tvdaddictsworld]

𝘼𝙇𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 // 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙡

𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨: 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝘼𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙨

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟸

𝟷𝟽

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚜

𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨: 𝙽𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

•𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑,𝟷𝟶𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚢

•𝟷𝟶𝟽𝟺

•𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗,𝙺𝚘𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙙𝙪𝙗/𝙘𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 200

Evelyn Aurelia Forbes life priceless. But Klaus Mikaelson owned her, just like how he owned Tatia, Katerina, Elena, and her. “Oh, my God!” Evelyn yelled at the man in her room, hovering over her bed.

“Hello, love,” Klaus smirked he owned the Forbes girl. And tonight he would make her his. Evelyn could admit, he was sexy.

“What do you want with me?” Evelyn Forbes asked Niklaus Mikaelson.

“𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨." Klaus compelled her. Evelyn followed her instructions clearly, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨. Evelyn was honestly afraid. He was in her house, her bedroom, with her family gone. A 1074 year old was about to kill her, shocker. When Evelyn finished stripping, Klaus trailed his finger down her throat. Her bra snapped in half leaving her almost fully naked in front of him. She felt like Daenerys Targaryen and Klaus was Viserys Targaryen, and Viserys was being incestuous.

“What are you going to do, Klaus? Please, tell me!” Evelyn cried she wanted to know.

“I’m going to show you what you have been waiting for.” Klaus seductively in her ear. Evelyn quivered under his grasp.

He tangled his fingers into her underwear, twirling it around in his fingers. Evelyn shivered she was going to rape her. Klaus pushed her panties to the side and caressed her entrance with his thumb. “Please! I’ll do whatever you want!” Evelyn pleaded with him.

“What I want is my dick in your pussy, agree? Can you do that for me, please?” Klaus whispered seductively in her ear. He started off by rubbing her clitoris harshly.

She couldn’t hold it back, she moaned loudly. Her orgasm was so intense that she started shaking and her lips went agape. Klaus noticed she was shaking and took his finger off of her clit. He slurped up her juices swallowing it all, he entered his tongue into clitoris.

Evelyn moaned loudly. She wanted him, but how would she explain to Tyler Lockwood that Klaus Mikaelson fucked the life out of her?

That she loved the way his tongue moved in her throbbing pussy? His tongue was at a inhuman speed. He was attacking her pussy, and it felt so good. Evelyn did what she wanted and gripped his belt tightly. She wanted his dick inside of her.

“A very naughty girl, aren’t you? Wanting my dick in you so badly?” Klaus unbuckled his belt. “𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙣𝙤𝙬.” Klaus looked her in the eyes and compelled her.

Evelyn leaned down and pulled the belt off of his pants and dropped his pants to the floor. “Do I take this off too?” Evelyn asked him for his consent.

“Do what you want, love.” Klaus moved his hands. He loved this, he could smell the pheromones. The way she looked when he gave her sexual pleasure. How pretty she was writhing under him. Evelyn took off his boxers his 10in dick springing free. He was 2x larger than Tyler, unbelievable. “Put it in your mouth,” Klaus demanded.

“I can’t—it won’t fit.” Evelyn bit her lip.

“𝙋𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝, 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣. 𝙉𝙤𝙬.” Klaus compelled her. Evelyn blew the tip of his cock, then she licked the tip. She continued her teasing process until he took her hair and put it into a messy ponytail and bobbed her head up and down. She gagged, he loved it. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, let go.” Klaus stopped.

Evelyn just continued. Swallowing all of the cum entering her mouth. “I swallowed it.” Evelyn breathed out. She wanted to please him.

Klaus pushed her on the bed. She was ready for this, she was ready for what she’s wanted for so long. He entered his cock into her pussy, he loved the way she looked when he would suck on her pussy, the way she moaned when he would fuck the life out of her. “You like that, sweetheart? You like the way I fuck you? You like the way my dick fucks your pussy?” Klaus smirked up her starting off slow and lazy. But then he picked up the speed, his dick enjoying attacking her wet pussy.

Evelyn moaned quietly, moving her body to create delicious friction. “Harder, please, please!” Evelyn yelled as Klaus picked up his speed. She loved this, she wanted him in her all the time. He flipped her over fucking her ass. “Yes, yes!” Evelyn screamed.

“You love this, don’t you?” Klaus’ eyes were filled with passion and lust. “I can tell how much you wanted this, how much you wanted me to be inside of you.” Klaus whispered in her ear. “And now, you’re finally getting it.” Klaus trailed his fingers down her face. “And you love it.” Klaus finally finished inside of her, her body writhing under him. “Same time next week?” Klaus smirked sexily. Klaus got dressed and sped out the window.

#my writing #my edit #oneshots #tvd klaus #klaus x reader #klaus mikealson smut #klaus mikaelson

[ravenadottir]

Yo! I had so many questions I wanted to ask you while you were gone but I of course wasn’t gonna send in asks while you were on hiatus! I wanted you to have peace. But I should have written them down!! 😭

Now I only have this one question. I saw your ask to Mango about Chelsea’s super power and now I want your take on this. Not on Chelsea but an islander or islanders of your choice. What super powers would you give your favorite islanders? They can have more than one power like super heroes do if you feel like it fits.

hi! i missed you!

oh oh oh oh!! anything you remember, send it my way! i need something to help me wake up from this brain coma i've been in. i blame cmm for that...

ok, so i love this question, thank you for sending it to me! i'll definitely focus on a lot of them because well, i love the genre, and i love talking about them 🥺

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lucas

fire. he's able to start it, besides dominating and bending it over to his own will. sometimes uses it for (partial) evil and more. being the anti hero i think he is, i would LOVE to see lucas playing with fire while delivering a speech that instigates the good guy in front of him. in a cool, well cut, all black suit with just one (1) red scarf on the lapel, or his neck, he would look amazing sending blazes everywhere! i even have a song for him: play with fire. aaaah the idea of lucas and fire sends me to heaven, hell, purgatory and back! he can be like tuxedo mask, regarding how he annoys everyone with his smugness.

gary

colossus. strength and possibility of turning into a dense metal at will? gary is perfect for it! he has the body shape and weight, and the skills for the maintenance. picture this: you walk down the hallway to go to the bathroom, only to hear him moaning in there. you're uncomfortable, thinking the worst, only to open the door and see him oiling his joints and almost falling on the floor. "a little help? i can't reach some places..." please, give me metal body gary, it would clear all my trauma! plus, as he is in the villa, he would exercise his comic relief role.

carl

brainiac with technology/time bending. (@lasswithumor's idea for 'time' makes me smile! thank you for the inspo!) not actual brainiac from dc though, let me explain. i always get the sense carl could be tony stark or bruce wayne, minus the assholery. he's much humbler and quiet, but still very capable. as for time bending being his power, it could make him overcome this sense of running out of time he always seems to have. he might have a hardship about it because he never seems to find a balance, so this skill is probably the only thing he could actually be good at, and benefit from.

noah

talking to the dead, like klaus hargreeves. something i would love to see is how tormented he would be while it happens. distressed noah is a beautiful concept, and part of the reason why he would be such a troubled character. picture this: he uses those people to fight in exchange of favors, like finding out who killed them, or to tell their families how peaceful they are now, among other things. noah and ghosts ring different to me, and the thought of him being troubled? even more! not like klaus, but definitely close to that. i love that "short temper" side of him, and in this context, it would be perfect. plus, his looks being similar to something from the 1920's, without the hat. so white shirt, suspenders, dark brown pants. ugh, he would look so good in it!

henrik

vines and plant banding, like layla williams in sky high. there's no other answer for him. i thought about making him avalanche, from x men, but i see him more connected to plants than any other element of nature. the way he would smirk and grow a small vine around his pinky while talking about a brilliant idea he just had? PLEASE. GIVE - IT - TO - ME, I LIVE FOR SMUG HENRIK! and you can be damn sure his looks would include this ponytail, by @juggalohenrik.

kassam

at first i thought invisibility, because of his personality and how he behaves in groups, but then it hit me, supersonic scream. he can take his frustrations out on a single booming scream and be done with it. i would love to see kassam being teased and beat up, only to get up from the ground, scrapes all over, bloody nose, only to position himself and close his fists to focus, before delivering a resounding scream to round it up real nicely. that's definitely a power he would find useful and excels in. the visuals definitely don't hurt either!

bobby

he's a very peculiar boy, and so his powers would have to be too. it might sound crazy, but hear me out! laughter inducement. the power itself can cause the person to laugh so hard, eventually the air is expelled from their lungs and they have quite the death! it's gruesome and i love it, it's the perfect juxtaposition between it and bobby's personality that is so bubbly. picture this: battlefield, gary smugly says "i guess that's the only way you could make someone laugh." to which bobby replies with a laugh "including you, tin can" while making colossus!gary laugh and fall on the floor because of it. it might require lots of energy, so bobby can't always cause mass laughter, just like in the villa... jk jk jk! i just know his uniform would be clown like, before priya adjusted to a beautiful dark teal piece. before that? goofy pink mask and cape with sprinkles, and tights everywhere else. he would also be the type of hero that is a comic relief. ironically, in this case.

lottie

rogue. the power and the visuals fit in so well! sucking up someone's power and/or energy SCREAMS lottie's personality all over! if i could adjust it so the girl doesn't manifest it unless she wants to, that's even better. lottie with dark hair and a streak of platinum, or the opposite, would look another level and i'm here for it! plus, the gloves... AAAAH THE GLOVES. she would smirk before taking them off and turning that grin into a determined smug expression before touching her enemy. PLEASE!

priya

TURNING - PEOPLE - INTO - GOLD. i said what i said. similar to medusa's power of turning people into stone. flowy dresses for the goddess looks, a smirk on her lips while she does it, and golden shiny eyes that glow bright when she throws her gold curse upon her enemy! she's goofy, so you know she has a cheesy catchphrase, but i can't think of anything right now. it's there, i just need to find it.

hope

mind control. CAN I JUST SAY? she practically has that power already. being persuasive and having the power of negotiation the way she already does would fit in perfectly. and if i may add, storm looks like the uniform and the "bright white eyes" while it happens???also! hope as the person who plans the attacks and defense.

marisol

persuasion. similar to allison hargreeves. one word and they will do it. at first i considered super strength, for being so unexpected to someone that petit, but if you account for her personality, persuasion as a super power is so much cooler! plus, she doesn't have to try hard, the seed of argumentation is already there. in her origin story you could have marisol having a moral grey area where she debates whether or not using those powers in court. i would love to see this dilemma and her going through it, since there's a clear distinction in what she considers right and wrong, and the ethically correct options to choose. as looks go, all she needs is a suit, similar to the prom one, and definitely a ponytail and gloves.

ibrahim.

flying and speed. something about rahim screams traditional super hero persona and i can't help but stir into it. he's perfect for the superman alter ego, the one that talks about justice and fights the big guy for the little ones. rahim has a way of going around and making people's lives better, at least that's how i see him. i asked for @itsrealityboo 's approval about this, because you know, she's the authority on golf boy, and she added something really cool that i hadn't thought about: "I will say that I could definitely see Rahim as a part of a team tho, like the fantastic four! I think because of his insecurities, he’s need some type of support system or even older mentor. He’d definitely go through that awkward phase of learning how to manage his powers if he wasn’t born with them lol"

i definitely agree after reading it, it makes so much sense! i don't know if that need comes from being the younger brother, or having those expectations at home (about being suave and all) but that would for sure be a part of his origin story as a superhero.

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in case you missed the asks i sent about superpowers, here is chelsea, by mango, and elisa, by kc

#litg lucas #litg gary #litg noah #litg henrik #litg kassam #litg bobby #litg lottie #litg hope #litg priya #litg marisol #litg elisa #litg chelsea #litg ibrahim #litg #litg season 2 #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #queue

[little-diable]

Upper Hand - Klaus Mikaelson (smut)

Request by anon:Could you write a really rough Klaus mikaelson x reader smut? Maybe he’s jealous or smth and he gets all possessive or like it’s close to the full moon and he’s all on edge and so reader offers herself as stress relief? Whatever plot you want is okay as long as it’s rough, I’d like it if there was some a choking kink and hair pulling included but only if you’re comfy with it. Thank you love!!

Hope this is what you wanted my love! Enjoy. xxx

Warnings: dom. Klaus, choking, spanking

His fingertips were tingling, his throat was burning, jaw clenched, eyes forced on her frame, Klaus had to grasp the sides of his chair, knowing that his mind wasn’t functioning the proper way any longer. (Y/n) carried a smile on her lips, she sipped on her glass of wine as she listened to Tyler talk about god knows what, too far gone with her thoughts to pick up on anything he was telling her. 

Klaus wasn’t able to realize that (y/n)s focus wasn’t on Tyler, to realize that her mind was wandering back to last night, the way Klaus had been touching her, the way his mouth had left trails down her upper body, marking every inch of her skin. “(Y/n)?”, the moment Tyler grasped her hand, Klaus shot out of his seat, stormed towards his girlfriend and pressed his lips forcefully against hers. 

It took her a moment to react to his touch, lips moving against hers, confusion swapped over her for a second or two, before (y/n) realized why Klaus was reacting the way he currently was. By now (y/n) was able to pick up the signs, would notice when Klaus would act out of pure jealousy, eyes dark, jaw clenched, veins popping out of his skin. Klaus wasn’t as hard to read, as secretive as he liked to think he was. 

Tyler cleared his throat, desperately trying to gain (y/n)s attention once again, an annoyed sigh left him as Klaus smirked against her lips, still not letting go of (y/n), hands wrapped around her waist, fingertips digging into her skin. She couldn’t help but chuckle against his lips, as annoying as his jealous behavior could be, she somehow adored him and his possessive ways. 

“If you’d excuse us.”, Klaus wouldn’t even look at Tyler as he interlaced his fingers with hers, pulling her out of the bar, towards the mansion. “I should have ripped him into shreds, how dare he look at you like this.”, he pinned her against the door, the handle pressed into her spine, hands wrapped around her throat. “Well, maybe you need to remind me once again, who I belong to.”, a smirk on her lips. 

Klaus searched her features for a moment, going through all the scenarios in his mind, deciding on what he’d do to her. With long strides Klaus made his way towards the kitchen, hands swapping over the dining table, cleaning off the tabletop, hoisting her on top of it. He wrapped his hands around her throat once again, slowly pushing her back, spine pressed against the cold wood, curious eyes watching him. 

His hands wandered down to her belt, unbuckling it, he ripped her shirt apart, lips sucking on her hipbones, tip of his tongue wandering around her bellybutton. “Oh Kl-”, she moaned out, he pressed two fingers into her mouth, interrupting her. Hands helping her out of her trousers, Klaus couldn’t stop himself, the way her blood was pumping through her veins, sweet smell clouding his senses, his fangs gazed the skin of her thighs, biting into the skin, moaning out at the velvet like, iron taste. 

(Y/n)s back was arched against the tabletop, already seeing stars as Klaus began to tease her clit through the thin fabric of her soaked panties. “Tell me love, does that feel good?”, he lightly bit into her clit, forcing his tongue between her wet folds, she was a moaning mess by now. She didn’t answer, didn’t react to his voice any longer, not knowing how to form her thoughts into functioning words any longer. “Love.”, his voice was raspy, eyes dark, a teasing smirk on his lips, hands forcing her legs wide apart. 

The original licked another stripe through her folds, before he flipped her around, hipbones placed against the edge of the table, standing on her tippy toes, hands grasping the wood. Klaus grinded his bulge against her backside, hands moving up to her ponytail, tilting her head backwards, “you won’t cum, until I tell you to. Are we clear, love?”, he bit into the skin underneath her ear, enjoying the way goosebumps began to form on her skin. (Y/n) nodded her head “yes”, eyes shut as she waited for him to make his next move. 

He took his time, slowly stepping out of his trousers and boxers, forcefully thrusting into her core, enjoying the small whimpers that left her lips, (y/n) pressed her forehead against the tabletop, moaning against the wood as he kept on ripping her wide open. Klaus tightly pulled on her hair, fingers tugging on her roots as he rolled his front against her backside. His name left her lips over and over again, her knuckles turned white as she kept on grasping the table. 

“Remember love.”, he enclosed his hands around her neck, squeezing off her airway, she felt uneasy for a second or two, having to remind herself that he’d never intentionally do anything to hurt her. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she clenched around his length, Klaus tilted his head back, a deep moan left him,  he felt his own release approaching. Sweat dripped down from his forehead, adrenaline pumped through her veins as she felt the knot in her belly growing. 

“Not yet, love.”, his hands left marks on her skin, purple bruises began to form on her neck, desperately trying to hold off the orgasm that was about to swap over her. (Y/n) began to shake her head “no”, as much as she tried, it felt too good, she couldn’t stop herself from cumming around his length, not caring about the following punishment, not caring about the consequences. “Did you just?”, voice deep, grip on her neck only got tighter as her release pushed her into a next dimension.  

A squeak left her as he ripped on her neck, pulled out of her, delivered a hard slap onto her behind and pounded into her once again. Thumb rubbing her overstimulated clit, length buried deep inside of her, Klaus kept on chasing his own release. “Oh, love.”, he breathed out as he released himself into her core, cum filling her up as he kept on rolling his hips against hers. “This was only the beginning, love. I hope you’re ready.”, he tilted her chin to the side, sucked on her lower lip, eyes wandering over her exhausted features, a smile on his lips. 

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus x reader #Klaus mikaelson smut #Klaus smut #the originals #Mikaelson #tvd #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries smut #tvd smut #tvd imagine #Joseph morgan

[wireddless]

Codeine Scene (Five H. x Reader) [3]

Codeine Scene Masterlist

Authors Note: First off, I am SO sorry. New Years is always a slow time for me, and I did not mean to take this long to publish. Second of all, this chapter is a transition chapter into a much more fucked up story. I’m warning you now that the rest of this fic will get really really dark. I don’t recommend reading after this chapter if you can’t handle depictions of r*pe, murder, heavy drug use (cocaine, etc,) and other disturbing topics . I’m basing this story off of personal experiences, and in no way do I want someone who isn’t ready to read something like this to read this. This is like the last safe chapter, please do not read after this if you can’t handle the topics mentioned above

Summary: Klaus moves Reader up to Ben’s old room early in the morning. Afterwards, they eat breakfast and decide to trip on acid together. Five learns more about her than he expected to today

Warnings: Drug use (LSD[acid],) mentions of suicide, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3777

Taglist: @alexander-hamilhoe @dumdumsun

The gentle shaking of (Y/n)’s shoulder pulled her from her sleep. Klaus stood over her, harshly whispering her name. Looking towards his window, she could see the sky was just barely starting to light up, it was still early. 

“Klaus it’s like 7:30!” She quickly grabbed the sheet that was covering her from the waist down and yanked it over her head. A small groan left Klaus’s mouth and he yanked it back off of her. “It’s Sunday!” She tried convincing him to let her sleep in, but it was no use. 

“I talked to Ben and he said you could stay in his room!” Klaus wrestled with (Y/n) over the blanket, knowing she was still tired. Ever the impatient man he was, Klaus spoke again, “We gotta get you settled in right now!” 

“Fine! Fine. I’m up.” (Y/n) sat up and shoved her matted hair out of her face.  “Why right now?” Klaus looked at her like the answer was obvious. It wasn’t, of course. 

“Because trauma can be associated with places! Coming in here right after what happened yesterday could be an issue.” He grabbed a hair brush off of his dresser and pushed her to sit on the bed. Climbing behind her, he started to brush her hair. “Even if you aren’t reminded of it in here, it’s always good to be able to have some privacy.” He made valid points. 

“I guess you're right.” Klaus was extraordinarily gentle with her hair, pulling out all of the mats and even putting in the effort to put it in a low ponytail to keep it out of her face.  “Thank you.” (Y/n) turned and smiled at Klaus, pulling him into a quick, tight, hug. 

Ben's room was up the green stairway, across from Five’s room. (Y/n)’s face scrunched a little when she realized Five would be right across the hallway, but she didn’t complain. Her arms were a little tired from carrying her suitcase and heavier back pack up the stairs so early in the morning, but it would fade rather quickly.

Klaus opened the door and stepped aside, letting (Y/n) rush to the bed with her heavy luggage. “Dad replaced everything in this room a week after Ben died.” Klaus sat on the bed next to her luggage, and she plopped next to him. “He said old reminders would only set us back, so he made this one of many guest rooms.” Klaus peered in the closet, knowing that Ben’s academy uniforms were no longer hanging pristinely on the rack. 

“He didn’t die in here, did he?” (Y/n) turned to look at Klaus, feeling heavy sympathy. 

“Oh no! A mission went wrong, and I suppose we all messed up, but the monster inside his chest started tearing him apart.” Klaus’s usual, very happy energy, was replaced by a solemn, cold one. “He died in the infirmary.” Klaus looked down at the bedsheets. They weren’t the one that Ben had used. “I still talk to him every day, but it still makes me a little sad.” Klaus sniffled and rubbed his eyes. 

(Y/n) pulled Klaus into a bone crushing hug, knowing he needed the comfort. “That’s terrible.” She was a very empathetic person, relying more on feeling than thinking, so she was struggling to hold back her own tears. “Are you sure he’s ok with this?” 

“Yeah! He said something about moving on, and finally attempting to find peace.” Klaus clapped his hands once as he stood. “He’s kind of started meditating too, which is kind of weird, because he’s a ghost and all.” He stood and glanced around the room, getting a good look at it before (Y/n) would make it her own. “Let’s go get some breakfast after we unpack, huh?” 

“That sounds nice.” (Y/n) stood and hugged Klaus again, silently letting him know that she was there for him. 

The walk all the way down to the basement kitchen was unexpectedly exhausting. Six flights of stairs later, two flights between every floor, they were sitting at the table, staring at Five scrape his eggs off the skillet and onto his toast. 

“I’m not making eggs for you two.” His voice was monotone and annoyed. He wasn’t a morning person. “Take some responsibility and make them yourself.” Five grabbed his food and coffee, and looked at both of them before giving his usual tight-lipped smirk and blipping away, presumably to his room. 

Klaus released a few small giggles he was holding in and hopped off the island. “He always seems to add a little spice to life.”

As he was making his way over to the fridge to grab some eggs, (Y/n) asked; “Is he like this every morning?” Not wasting a second after her question, Klaus replied. 

“Yep!” He pulled out four eggs and set them in a clean bowl on the counter. “Without a doubt. It’s worse on weekdays too, because the classes he teaches are all early in the morning. Now do you want scrambled, fried, or boiled?” 

“Scrambled, please.” As Klaus got to work on making breakfast for the two of them, she thought about what Five might teach. “Hey Klaus?” 

“Yeah?” Klaus was stirring the already scrambled eggs in the skillet. 

“What does Five teach? I mean it makes sense that he’s a teacher, but I just can’t think of what he’d be so willing to teach for a living.” Klaus looked back at (Y/n) before down at the eggs again. Her chin was resting in her hands, and she stared over at him, waiting for his answer. 

“I think some sort of ethics class, like there’s different types of ethics, but that’s all I really know. He doesn’t really talk about work, and it’s a bit weird considering he was an assassin.” Klaus split the scrambled eggs in two separate bowls with forks in them and gave one to (Y/n). 

“He killed people?” (Y/n) dug into the eggs, shoving them in her mouth, listening for Klaus. 

“We’ve all dabbled with a little murder before, it’s not really that big of a deal for us, but he swore never to kill for someone else again, I’m pretty sure.” Klaus fillet out a little moan of joy as he started filling his own stomach with the eggs. 

“That must be why he was so unphased about what happened yesterday, that makes me feel a lot better.” She concluded, trying not to remember the way she nearly beat the life out of the man in Five’s car as she shoved more of Klaus’s eggs in her mouth. “These are really good!” 

“Danke!” Klaus thanked her in German, with a mouth full of eggs. He swallowed them and continued speaking. “That actually reminds me- you’ve done acid right?” (Y/n) thought on the question for a moment before answering. 

“No actually, but I did do shrooms a lot with my friends before I dropped out.” Her fork scraped the bowl, trying to get the last of the eggs. 

“Good! You have experience.” Klaus poured the last of his eggs in his mouth, straight from the bowl, before swallowing. “Would you like to do acid with me? You don’t have to, but I feel like this would definitely raise your spirits.” Klaus leaned toward her, waiting for her answer. 

“I’d love to actually.” (Y/n) swallowed the last of her eggs, and stacked her bowl with Klaus’s, before taking them to the sink to wash them. Klaus stood and followed her, digging in the breast pocket of his half-unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and pulling out a small square of folded tin foil. 

“Great! Now stick your tongue out.” Klaus unfolded the foil and pulled a tiny white square of paper, roughly the size of a phone keyboard key, out from the six-ish others in it. (Y/n) stuck her tongue out as she rinsed the now-clean bowls and Klaus placed the piece of paper on it, before sticking one on his own tongue.

(Y/n) stuck her tongue back in her mouth and sucked a bit on the paper. “So do I swallow it, or…?” The tab didn’t make it any harder to talk, thank god. 

“If you want to, but you absorb it faster when it’s in your mouth.” Klaus picked up the bowls and started drying them. “It’s not bitter at all is it?” Klaus asked, checking to make sure she didn’t take a laced tab.

(Y/n) focused on the tab again, not really noticing any taste. “Not that I can notice.” Klaus smiled as he shut the cabinet where he placed the bowls. 

“That means we’re all good! You can swallow it when the paper feels soggy enough, though, you’ve probably absorbed most of it by now.” Klaus led her back upstairs to his room, practically dragging her by her wrist. “Things are gonna get really funny for a little bit before you actually start tripping.” Klaus shut the door behind them and plopped on his bed. 

“Doesn’t it take like an hour to kick in?” This wasn’t her first rodeo, so she knew her way around at least a bit. 

“Yeah yeah, it’s kinda like shrooms? But the visuals and the trip are just a bit different, you’ll see what I mean.” Klaus grabbed a joint he had rolled earlier and lit up, taking a few puffs before passing it to (Y/n). “Just settle in for like half an hour and then get up to see how you feel.” 

•••

Tripping on LSD was a profound experience. (Y/n) wasn’t able to go outside, as it was raining cold, so she stayed inside, wandering around the house. She and Klaus made some really cool art, and Klaus held it over the vents to dry while she was walking around the house. 

Tripping felt like seeing the universe fully for the first time, and she could somewhat understand Klaus’s view of the world. Many times throughout the last three hours, she thought she saw Five blipping away out of the corner of her eye. She had dismissed it every time, of course.

Now the trip was peaking, and the visuals were insane. The air around (Y/n) felt like breathable, transparent, clay, and it was a little overwhelming with all the visuals, so she opened the door in front of her and quietly sat next to it, letting out a long, happy sigh. Closing her eyes, she paid attention to the gorgeous visuals she could see behind her eyelids. 

(Y/n) didn’t even notice Five sitting on his bed, staring at her from over his book. She was too focused on the movement behind her eyelids, and the euphoric feeling surrounding her, so when Five spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“I think you have the wrong room.” The sound of Five closing his book reached her ears. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I- I wasn’t paying attention I’ll leave.” (Y/n) stumbled over her words as she tried to stand, clearly embarrassed.

“No, no, it’s fine actually.” Five spoke, rather out of character. “A little company once in a while feels nice, and I see no harm when you’re being quiet.” His face was beyond distorted, but she could still recognize his permanent scowl. 

“Really?” (Y/n) settled back down, more relaxed and at ease. 

“Yeah, I don’t really care.” Five grabbed his book again, opening it back to where he was. “Just don’t be too annoying.”  

“I won’t don’t worry.” Five grunted quietly at her response. A smile painted itself on her face, and she slid all the way down the wall, with her head now on the floor with the rest of her. 

•••

And she was quiet. Five watched for like an hour and a half as her eyes slowly focused on something new in his room every few moments. She was quite taken by the math equations across his wall, and he found it rather cute. He started to find her less annoying, now understanding that she coped the way his brother did. 

He was alone once again in his room now, no longer accompanied by (Y/n). In fact, she was accompanied by one of her “friends.” She barely even knew the guy. 

Five could hear everything. Every moan. Every word spoken with the intent of being quiet, but wasn’t held under the gentle guise of a whisper. It infuriated him. 

Of course, he understood that she didn’t grow up in a particularly healthy home, given that she was in a homeless shelter at almost 18, so she didn’t understand healthy coping habits. It genuinely hurt his heart, if just a little bit, that he could watch another hurt soul walk down the same path as his brother. 

Klaus had gotten help for his addictions, and was off addictive drugs completely, but even Five understood that not everyone will be able to get the help they need. He wouldn’t say he had any feelings for her, but he still felt sympathy. 

Knowing that it was how she coped made hearing all of it a little easier, but he still wasn’t able to handle it after hearing it for fifteen minutes, so he jumped down to the kitchen, brewed himself some herbal tea, added a little vodka, and read his book, criss cross, on the table in the center of the room, attempting to ignore what was happening right across from his room. 

•••

Bailey had just left, and (Y/n) was exhausted. He was kind of an ass, and he treated her like shit in middle school, but he was a horny teen, and it was really easy to just invite him over.

The trip was fading out now. She was no longer peaking, and the visuals were far less intense. (Y/n), after standing at the stairs, staring at them for a couple minutes, deemed it safe to be able to walk down them. She knew it was normally safe to go down the steps while tripping, but something in her head told her to wait, so she did. 

These particular steps were a little steep, as well, so she made her way down slowly, leading herself to the kitchen in the basement. Her bare feet padded quietly on the floor as she walked to the stove, turning the heating element under the tea kettle on. The bags under her eyes felt so beyond heavy, and she knew she’d be sleeping deeply tonight. 

“You done up there?” Five’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. (Y/n) turned and leaned on the counter to face him. 

“Yeah, yeah, he left like ten minutes ago. I’m just really tired and want some tea to relax I guess.” Her arms were crossed, comfortably holding each other up. 

Five hummed in response. “Well I see we both thought of the same thing.” He lifted his mug of tea, peppermint maybe, and put it to his lips. 

“I thought you only drank coffee.” (Y/n) chuckled a little feeling the heat of the stove begin to reach her back. 

“Well it wouldn’t be very logical to drink caffeine so late in the day, especially when I have to teach an early class tomorrow.” Five flipped the page of his book, continuing to read while talking to her. 

“Makes sense.” Her words were drowned out by the high whistling of the tea kettle, letting her know she could pour it into the cup. Grabbing the tin of loose leaf tea, she hummed as she scooped it into the reusable tea bag that was next to it. 

(Y/n) dropped the tea bag in the cup, following up with the boiling water. She turned, bringing her and her cup to the table, now sitting next to Five. Five was a grumpy, annoying, old, man who has to grow up all over again, but his company was enjoyable, it contrasted hers in such a way that it comforted her. It made her feel like her ADHD was less severe, like her inability to focus was matched by someone who could do nothing but focus. 

Only a day had gone by since they met, and she was already comforted by him. 

Five shut his book and looked over at her. The more he got to know her, the more subtly enjoyable he found her. Her sitting not two feet from him didn’t bother him as much as it usually would. He was kind of ok with that. 

“You drink peppermint?” (Y/n)’s voice was scratchy and hoarse. She really did need the tea. 

“Yeah, it’s the least fruity from what I’ve tried.” He took another sip. “Simple classic.” He set it down and looked over at her, engaging in an unexpected conversation.

“I tend to prefer fruitier teas, I’ve noticed.” She looked down at the cup that she’d been drinking out of for a couple minutes now. “They go down easier and really comfort me. Reminds me of my mom, she only ever made fruity teas.” She took another sip, letting the warmth fill her up. 

“What happened to your mom?” Five looked back down at his drink, then back up at the girl next to him. “I noticed that you didn’t exactly live with her when we picked up your stuff.” 

“Yeah..” (Y/n) hesitated a little. He was awfully blunt. “I was like seven when it happened, but I’m told it was a double suicide, between her and dad.” Her legs were swinging a little nervously. “Mom sent me up to my room one night and told me not to come out until she opened the door, no matter what. The next day a detective came into my room and carried me out screaming. They were both dead on the floor. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that.”

“Oh shit.” Five didn’t expect her answer to be this upsetting. 

“Yeah. My uncle told me it was a double suicide, my aunt said the same thing, she manipulated me and made me think they did it because of me.” (Y/n) sighed into her drink, her distorted reflection staring back at her. “I don’t even remember what the scene looked like, just a lot of blood. I don’t look at anything about it either, don’t really want to relive it.” 

“That’s really tough, wow.” Five chuckled uncomfortably and finished his drink. “I didn’t know my mother, but my mom was a robot. She was pretty much indestructible, but she was fully shut off when our house was being attacked a long time ago.”

“Oh my.” (Y/n)’s voice was soft, hoarse, and tired. Her hand gently moved to rest atop his, not really knowing how else to reassure him, if he even needed it, of course. “I’m sorry about that.” 

Five didn’t even seem to notice his hand being covered. “No it’s fine, I got over it long long ago.” His words were just slightly slurred, and his eyes had reddened slightly.

“Well I’m here if you ever need like, a hug or something.” (Y/n) laughed. “I don’t really know how else to comfort anyone.” 

“It shouldn’t be your job to comfort anyone, that’s not your responsibility.” Five chuckled and smiled slightly. (Y/n) hadn’t expected him to smile, and it wasn’t as weird as she thought it would be.

Before she could even mention it though, Klaus’s happy, booming voice echoed in the kitchen as he practically skipped to the fridge. As she yanked her hand away from Five, she noticed the way he pulled his arm away as well. Maybe he did notice?

Klaus and Five started talking about something as he got off the table and placed his cup in the sink, but she wasn’t paying attention. Before her attention was quickly pulled to the floor, she thought on the way Five had wrenched his arm away. 

As anxiety inducing as it was, the LSD that was still in her system made it easy to quickly move onto the next thought. Before she knew it, a flash of blue wrenched her out of her head and she looked up at Klaus, now alone with her in the kitchen. 

“Hey, sweetie.” Klaus kissed her cheek and led her gently off the table and to the stairs. “Your trip going good?” He popped a black olive in his mouth. 

“Yeah it’s going fine, I really like it. It’s kinda different from shrooms, but not like a bad different.” She was just two steps behind him, trying to keep the same pace as him. 

“That’s great.” Klaus hummed as he popped another olive in his mouth. “These are absolutely amazing. I figured you would like it, it’s really calming and stuff for me. Makes the sad feeling kinda disappear for weeks after.” 

“Oh same, I’ve just felt creative and warm all day.” They stopped in front of Klaus’s room, Klaus still eating his olives. “I’m actually exhausted too, the trip felt really nice.” 

“Well I’m glad I could have helped.” Klaus pulled her into a tight hug, humming loudly. Hugs felt great on psychedelics, she had noticed. 

“You helped so much.” (Y/n)’s voice was slightly muffled by Klaus’s chest. She pulled out of Klaus’s chest, speaking again. “I’m gonna go to bed now, if that’s ok, I’m so so tired.” She laughed a little. 

“That’s fine, I’m gonna crash the moment I hit my bed, so..” Klaus smiled down at her, thankful for this mini-him. 

“Night night, Klaus.” (Y/n) and Klaus both separated to head to their rooms, both about to sleep deeply enough to miss a train going through the house. 

The stairs up to her new room were an almost pastel green color, covered by what looked to be years of grime and nicotine stains. It added character, she thought. The checkerboard floor at the top of the stairs seemed to lead her straight to her new room, which she was really thankful for, she was exhausted. 

Her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, twisting the old carved crystal just enough to open it. She closed it the same way, with just enough effort for it to work, she could have sworn she saw something blue flash near her, but she doubted herself immediately. Once she plopped on the bed, her fingers dragged her phone across the sheets towards her. 

It took (Y/n) two full minutes to open her phone, not remembering her password and then not being able to type the right letters slowed her down significantly. It wouldn’t matter though, because once she turned on some quiet music, she was fast asleep.

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OC introduction: Nova Schule

Well, I’m gonna have a bit of fun with this. Let’s journey and see how this fares…

And if anyone wants to participate, of course join the fun and indulge!

I, for one, will try my best here 😅

For this, the fandom is Attack on Titan.

Basic Information

Name: Nova Schule

Occupation: Soldier(later became an Special Ops. Officer)

Birthday: April 10, 833

Height: 163 cm(5’4 in 850), 166 cm(5’5 in 854)

Weight: 51 kg(113 lbs in 850), 55 kg(121 lbs in 854)

Hometown: Southern Village within Wall Maria

Birthplace: *Refuses to reveal*

Race: Eldian

Family/Relationship-

Mother/Makaylah Klaus(whereabouts unknown, until 852, Nova was notified of her passing)

Father/Unknown to Nova(until 852, a man from the capital was searching for his daughter-Otto Manfred, royal investigator)

Adopted Brother/Johän Schule (Killed in action, saving Nova from a Titan)

Nova age timeline:

Age 10-Arrived at Southern Village, taken in as an orphan

Later that year, met Johän Schule, a member of the Survey Corps

Age 12-Johän finalized the adoption for Nova, prepares for military departure

The next day, Wall Maria is comprised. Unknown to the villagers, Titans encroach the area

Age 15-Joins the 104th cadet corps

Age 17-Graduated (ranked 14th, Joins Survey Corps)

Age 20- Proposed a deep infiltration plan into Marley, creating the ‘Stealth Unit’

Age 21-Mission into Marley comprised by Eren Yeager. Rejoins Survey Corps for alternative plan, until…..

Age 24-Allied nation ambassador, returns to Paradis for negotiations

Physical Appearance

Most notable is her Heterochromia(eye color is different from one another) one light blue the other light green

Has ashen platinum hair, very thick which she cuts it short save for the two low ponytails in the back(in memory of her brother)

Attire:

Nova prefers convenience, wearing pants and loose fitting shirts. She will enjoy the occasional fancy off shoulder shirt and bustier vest. She just doesn’t like dresses that much. Overall she has an aversion to overly fanciful attire, she believes it’s a bit pretentious. A simple girl with simple needs…

Background

Nova Schule, a name not originally born with, but over time built up an identity for herself. Born to an extremely apathetic mother and having never met her father, she was a nameless being. Her mother did the bare minimum to raise her til about age 5. She asked her mother why she was even born to which her mother emptily replied, “Curiosity”. [Nova], being an independent spirit even at this age, ventured on her own. She would even pull of risky movements, as a pastime and in order to learn to escape any pursuers. There were too many occasions where she was nearly kidnapped, so she made a game out of escape. [Nova] didn’t exactly live in the best area, in fact, this place was none other than the underground city within Wall Sina, Mitras. Dark and dangerous, this was a place to test one’s fortitude. Survival by any means was necessary. [Nova] had never laid eyes on the sky. Her mother, Makaylah Klaus, worked at a brothel under the name “Lilith”. That was the usual case for women in that area down there. The listless Makaylah eventually became pregnant, and instead of terminating the pregnancy, she kept it on a whim(perhaps to fill a void within her heart). [Nova] didn’t have much of a relationship with her mother. She would often venture out and run walls on houses and buildings(Parkour). [Nova] often resorted to stealing, usually food to survive. As she got a bit older, [Nova] would do what she could to survive, at this point she had no idea where her mother was. By the time she was 7 years old, [Nova’s] life took a drastic turn. She was out to steal something, but stole from the wrong person. She’s used to being pursued, but never caught. [Nova] prides herself on being an escape artist. However, this pursuer was persistent. Whoever it was matched her moves, running, jumping from rooftops, this person was good! [Nova] is pretty good at adapting to her environment, she went to an area unknown to her to try and shake off this pursuer. It was close, but this person made a fatal error and fell from a very high point, to death. [Nova] took a breather and climbed down to the ground. Before she realized it, [Nova] was surrounded by six cloaked figures. They were all dressed as the person who fell to death. A gang [Nova] thought, she thought for sure she would die. What appeared to be the leader stepped forward. They removed their hood, a man, a stern look, wild dark hair that was graying. All he said was: “Join us, or die”. What was a 7 year old supposed to do in that moment? Maybe there was something with this group. She was taken back to their hideout to be initiated. It was painful, it requires scarring of the skin. “Death Mark” as it was called and the location of this scar mark was in the middle of the back. Three short lines and a certain number of dots, determines the rank. It was a slow and intentional process. Once initiated, the name of the group is revealed: Ritterblut. This was a group of assassins who were incredibly secretive. One thing the underground inhabitants knew, even though they knew not the name of this group, but they were aware of how dangerous they were and never to be trifled with. Within the ranks of Ritterblut, they excelled in “the kill”. So many methods employed. [Nova] would be taught these things and given a code name: Skuld. She had the typical Death mark but with one dot, a Beobachterin(Watcher) meaning the lower level of Ritterblut. Over time, Skuld had showed promise in skill. She learned methods of killing and being constantly exposed to death as is, at bare minimum, required of being a member of Ritterblut. This group is also the first to get their hand on the newest ODM technology: Anti-Personnel mobility gear. Ritterblut had no idea at the time why such technology was even made, it was useless in Titan combat. It was, as the leader put it, “An Assassin’s weapon”. This was meant to be used against people. Ritterblut became even deadlier with this. Any Military Police who were unlucky to cross paths with Ritterblut immediately met their end. It became a problem after while….

Skuld, now 10 years old would often watch and stalk as she usually does, she hardly engages. Reports back to the leadership and actions are done. However something unexpected occurred and there was a traitor within Ritterblut. Some of the military police upper echelons, a royal capital investigator, and a member of Ritterblut conspired to bring the fall of this group. It worked, but the leader helped one escape, Skuld. She had to lay low and wait until anyone of them returned. A month had passed. She was still skulking the shadows in order to avoid getting caught. She eventually learned that every one of Ritterblut that was caught, including the turncoat, was executed in the town square. Skuld had nothing, she knew she couldn’t stay down there. Word was going around that the military police suspect that there might be (Ritterblut) stragglers. She had to bide her time for escape. Skuld found an opening to a large pipe, perhaps a sewer. It didn’t matter, she had to leave, now. It took her a day to do it. It was dark, foul and enclosed. She finally found an exit, it was bright, shielding her eyes from the light her eyes never took in before. Finally on the surface in a remote field, it started to rain. To this young girl, it was quite the experience. It caused a stir of emotion she hadn’t experienced. And tears streamed down her face along with the rain that washed her skin. A new beginning. She would stay to enjoy this rain, but getting away came first. Green grass, she never seen that before, trees, the sky, she ran in the rain. She ran and she laughed. It was, liberating. A new life and a new name…that was going to be something she was looking forward to. From now on she would be known as “Nova”. A name she gave to herself and the new control she had on her life above ground.

Nova thought escaping the gate at Wall Sina would be difficult, but she was surprised security was so lax. It was more guarded at the exits underground than at the gate. It was a bit more challenging when she got to the Wall Rose gate. But she eventually got past it by hiding in merchant carts. It took a few weeks, but she finally was far away, this time she made it to within southern Wall Maria. She noticed along her journey to move further out, people above ground are different. They were friendlier, more family oriented, United. Nova being raised where she was, couldn’t reveal that she was from the underground. For one, no one is allowed to walk freely above without paying a hefty toll. Also, connections are important. Nova had none of those. So, no one could know where she’s from. Besides, who knows how people would react if they found out. Would it be akin to those in the capital, who look upon with disgust and contempt? Not only that, she was an assassin. Could she cope to this world above?

Nova made it to a village close to Wall Maria and met with a few inhabitants. She begged to stay, said she was an orphan and she would work hard to make sure she was not a burden. She was eventually taken in by an elderly man, a farmer and repairman of equipment. She thanked him, and did as she promised, put her head down and worked hard. As it turned out, Nova enjoyed this new life. It was quiet, and it was humble. She did meet others her age there, they would often tease her for her strange behavior, but most notably her eye color, as it was a rarity that a person possess two different eye colors. It didn’t bother Nova that much, she’s been through much worse. She was still a wildly independent spirit. A few months pass by since her stay, and the arrival of the Survey Corps had got her a bit apprehensive. At first she hid, believing they were there for her, but that wasn’t the case. The village Nova stays at seconds as a supply base for the Survey Corps. Its also a repair shop, and the elderly farmer is the guy for the job. It’s all thanks to Unit 12 captain, Johän Schule, who had a good rapport with the village head. It was desperately needed nowadays for the Survey Corps. The Survey Corps has a poor reputation and the people are at their wits end. Any positivity is appreciated. Johän was the man for the job, for he was known to be very reliable. Nova eventually came out of hiding and was doing what she typically does: climbing trees and running the upper branches. One evening she ran a bit too fast on the top and fell. Luckily, Johän was there to catch her. This is their first encounter. He told her to be more careful, but was impressed that she pulled off some moves in the process. To the 10 year old, she simply called him a weirdo and ran off. It didn’t phase Johän, but he did become curious about her. The Survey Corps would be at the village weeks at a time, but during that Johän managed to eventually befriend Nova. He even likened her to his own sister, Hildegard, who was an independent spirit like Nova. Unfortunately she lost her life in the line of duty protecting the escaping unit by staying behind. The two became close and Nova would soon look up to Johän as her big brother. A year and half passes, a now 12 year old Nova still lives at the village and helps repair ODM gear, well to the best of her abilities anyway. Johän visit again to tell her of the good news, the adoption process is done, so she would live with the Schules in Trost. It would only be Johän and his grandmother, Mae. The Schule family is a military one. Some went to the Garrison brigade or most went to the Survey Corps. Unfortunately most lost their lives. Johän was the last member of the family to be enlisted. Johän was influenced by his family to fight for the tomorrows. Something that Nova picked up on. She was happy about being adopted into a home and Johän, not only as her brother, but also her hero. He was a compassionate soul, considerate and reliable. Members of his unit trusted and respected him. He genuinely cared about fighting for humanity’s sake. Nova feels this new life she’s been afforded can’t be wasted away. It became precious and Johän irreplaceable. Her brother was set for deployment to meet up with the rest of the expedition units as soon as repairs are done on the main ODM gears. The spares would take a bit more time. As soon as the main gear was finished, Nova bid her brother fairwell and to be safe. Nova has a habit of being mischievous. As Johän was away on a mission, when the spare ODM was repaired, she put it on to “test the durability of the repairs”. An excuse of course. He shouldn’t be too upset when he returns. Unfortunately, things are about to take a turn for the worst….

The next day, that evening, Nova was in the trees when she saw smoke from a distance. She didn’t think too much on it, believed it to be canon fire for military exercises. A couple of hours later, large steps could be heard. Then she saw them: Titans. This is the first time she’s ever seen this formidable foe. This burden of humanity. These frightening flesh-eating monsters. Dread, deep dread was all Nova could feel. She stayed in the trees as she heard the screams of people as they tried in vain to flee from the village. Some managed to escape on horseback. Nova heard the cries of a few of the children that she eventually befriended. The three that teased her in the past. They were stuck in a house, more paralyzed by fear. Nova was still equipped with her brother’s spare ODM gear when she made a decision to try and retrieve them. She was trying to be brave like her brother, but there was fear the entire time. Fear of facing these monsters. She managed to sneak around two of the Titans. Found the three kids separately and hoisted them to the upper trees, it wasn’t the giant trees, but it was tall enough. Nova managed to get them up a hill to safety. Members of the Garrison were nearby with horses to evacuate as many as they can. Nova could have gone with them, but she turned back towards the village despite hearing protests from the Garrison members. In the meantime, Johän was actually in Shinganshina fighting off Titans. He eventually got on horseback and headed towards the village where Nova was, praying nothing awful is happening. But his fears are realized when he sees Titans overrun the village. Most are gone by this time, he stays behind to make sure no Titans go after those who are fleeing. Unfortunately he just ran out of blades and ran up a hill to escape but sees Nova in the process. Nova, who is utilizing ODM gear, sees Johän without blades and is on the run from a Titan. She also didn’t realize he was low on gas. She takes two blades from the scabbards and throws them from the hilts of her triggers. Johän is able to equip and dispatch the Titan chasing him. He scolds Nova for not escaping with the others. She stated being worried about him, believing that she was aware that he would try and come back to the village. At this point he has no choice but to look for a horse as he was now out of gas. Nova was also low on gas at this point. Johän did what he could and ran with her. A Titan was coming straight for them, when Nova held onto Johän’s arm and deployed a rig to get them out of the way. Now Nova has no more gas left. A nightmare scenario. They both kept running. Then, it just happened all too fast. Johän threw his sister out of the way from an ambushing Titan, most likely an abnormal. Nova was knocked to the side on the ground far from where her brother was. She looked up and was horrified by what she saw. A Titan was eating her brother alive. Her mind was blank, trying to process this only to fail. She screamed in anguish and absentmindedly charges the monster eating her brother. She picked up Johän’s sword and stabbed the Titan in the corner of its mouth to free her brother. Johän feebly tells Nova to run. She can’t hear him, she’s not even thinking straight. Screaming, crying, deep sorrow. This is a pain of loss. The abnormal knocked her back as the Titan was still eating Johän. As she got up, there was a soldier on horseback on the way. He managed to scoop up Nova and ride away. The redheaded soldier, Luka Brandt, a Survey Corps officer and member of unit 12. He saved Nova from charging the Titan again. Nova screamed at Luka to get Johän, but to no avail. Luka tells her it’s too late. Nova lost her brother, her friend, her hero. It cut so deep, she hated this feeling. She looked at Luka’s face and saw he had tears too. Luka saw Johän as someone special too. He took her to where the rest of the refugees were, on the way to Wall Rose.

Nova did live with her adoptive grandmother, Mae Schule in Trost district. It was a difficult couple of years. She let the back of her hair grow out in order to style it like Johän’s. She even wears his hair ties. At age 14, Nova joins the military, in order to keep the tradition of the Schule’s service to humanity is kept alive. “For all the tomorrow’s”. He gave her a tomorrow, she won’t let that go to waste. It took a while to get over Johän’s death, being in the military can also be distraction for that pain. But her bereavement eventually abated. A certain soldier does catch her eye. Someone that kind of reminds her of Johän, fellow cadet Reiner Braun. Working with him gave her a nostalgic sense of peace. But the longer she hung around him, the more she realized that Reiner and her brother are worlds apart. Sure there are similarities, but that’s it. Nova admits there is something different about Reiner, perhaps this will be a new chapter in her life. Befriending him could be what she needs. One day, when the cadets were tasked to venture in the wilderness for training, both Nova and Reiner were separated from Marco and Bertholdt’s group. Unfortunately they were too far from one another. The two were backtracking when they were caught unawares by two thugs. Nova escaped, but not with her ODM gear. Reiner was being held at gunpoint. Nova stalked in the trees and descended, breaking the mans arm, the other fired the shot gun in Nova’s direction, hitting the guy in the shoulder instead. Reiner took the opportunity to place the shotgun thug in a chokehold. Nova and Reiner managed to get their gear back and retreated. Reiner thanked Nova and said she was reliable. She gleefully accepted the praise. As if things couldn’t get any worse, a bad squall rolled in. The two sought shelter. They found a small cave until the storm passes, but it looked like that wouldn’t happen for a while. Nova was just looking out in the rain contemplating on what to say. Since it was just the two of them, Nova decided to do something she thought she’d never do: reveal her past. Her dark secret. She revealed it to him because she felt she could trust him. It was a burden she felt somewhat relieved of when Reiner didn’t seem to possess contempt for her, or find her reprehensible. She was shocked and there was a warmth within, a feeling she couldn’t place, but whatever it was, she held fast to it. She could trust Reiner, she would be there for him. Her precious friend. Unbeknownst to Nova, he was hiding his own secrets. Secrets that he was indirectly responsible for her brother’s death. He nearly spilled those secrets to Nova, had it not been for Marco ,Bertholdt and the others finding Reiner and Nova. She addressed Reiner about what he was about to say, but guessed he was too embarrassed to say he was homesick, believes that was what he was going to tell her. He agreed with her sentiment and she said she’ll keep that a secret. The entire trip back to the base, Reiner silently cursed his stupidity for nearly compromising his mission as a warrior, getting too close to the “island devils”. When all is revealed later in time, the ill feelings of loss clutch her heart again, but this pain is different. Duty or the heart? This path of betrayal, blood, heartache, death. There is no turning back now….

Abilities

Nova moves like an acrobat. Plenty of difficult maneuvering combined with parkour. That is all without ODM training. She excels in stealth due to her previous life as an assassin. Her hand to hand combat is standard. Sometimes is unorthodox about it in order to escape.

Personality

Nova is a social person. She has a fun loving persona. Despite others seeing her as strange, once they got to know her a bit better, they feel they can open up to her. Nova can be very blunt at times, not holding back what’s on her mind at the moment. Thankfully, it’s not completely off putting. Sometimes she doesn’t respect a person’s space, as she can be too hands on but she means well. She can tease a bit, and she is oblivious of the effects of her teasing and how far it goes. After the betrayal of Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie, her personality becomes a bit dark, as she tried to process what happened. She befriended them. She was unsure what she should feel towards them. Her brother died because of them. So many people died because of them. She wanted to understand why. Why would anyone do this. Perhaps empathy towards the enemy would be the death of her. So be it…

Likes

Nova likes simple things in life, though she doesn’t specify on what that may be

Rain. She actually loves the rain. It was the start of her new life

Fun, lots of fun. If that includes getting into trouble with Connie and Sasha by the Commandant, so be it

Spends a bit too long admiring model soldier, Reiner Braun…..

Dislikes

She despises the capital, never wants to go back there again

Anyone who badmouths family members, her own experience losing family that’s not blood related was profound. One never knows when that loss may come, so cherish those moments. She gets on Jean’s case about this in private

Anyone who speaks poorly of her brother Johän. She actually went to jail for this. After retrieving Eren from Reiner’s group, some members of the Survey Corps suspected Nova to be a traitor who was close to Reiner, however when they went as far as to suggest Johän may have helped allow in the traitors, Nova broke a guy’s nose and dislocated his shoulder before being pulled away by Jean. Captain Levi had her put in a holding cell for a day.

Miscellaneous

Nova volunteers along with Krista at a clinic to help. Nova befriended a few soldiers who were injured to the point of never returning to the battlefield. Since she just has casual chats with them, they have taken a liking to Nova. She even has an admirer. But in the early days of the Survey Corps, her admirer believed she was already taken after seeing her hang around Reiner often.

Sometime later when the Survey Corps meets the Marley Volunteer group. There are plenty of first. But this is a warning. DO NOT GIVE NOVA SCHULE THE BEVERAGE “COFFEE”!!! Nothing good comes of it….

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[eternityunicorn]

💕At the Ball💕

At once, Klaus moved across the room to the shimmering woman dressed in the finest lavender colored silk that hung off her form, creating an illusion of cascading material that seemed endless. She had put up her absurdly long snowy hair into a half ponytail with the rest flowing freely all around her. She also wore small jewels in her locks that matched the white gold and gemstone jewelry she wore around her slender neck and around one of her small wrists.

Eternity was stunning and despite himself, Klaus felt the stirrings of attraction for his would-be prey as he moved into position, intercepting a few males that also moved in to escort the lady along the way. No other would get in the way of his prize and none would ever dream of doing so either. It was as simple as that.

Upon his approach, Eternity smiled politely at Klaus, while he worked his charm with a soft smile of his own and an outstretched hand. “Good evening, love. Might you do me the honor of escorting you?” He asked in gentlemanly fashion.

“You’re too kind,” Eternity replied readily.

Much to his surprise, she took his offered hand without hesitation, her hand smooth and warm in his. Even more surprising was when their skin touched there was a wave of familiar electricity, a spark that coursed from her hand into his, metaphorically speaking of course. It was a feeling he had known before in a person he felt a connection toward.

Yet, unlike those other times, Klaus chose to ignore it, telling himself that it was absolutely ridiculous and promptly brushing it aside as nothing.

And it was nothing.

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[lady-salvatore]

Tethered

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Desc.: Soulmate AU where a string connects you and your soulmate.

It was a fact of your family. A family blessing, if you will. Everyone in your family had a little red string on their pinky finger, tethering them to their soulmate.

Their soulmates were usually confused about the string. They didn’t know about the soulmate bond, and nobody else would be able to see their thread.

Some of the threads stretched thousands of miles, some only stretched across the street.

You’ve never found the end of yours.

“It’s a happy day!” your best friend, Damon, said as he entered your apartment, throwing the curtains open.

Sunlight flooded your eyes, jolting you from your nap on the couch. “Damon? What are you doing here?”

“Rise and shine, sweetheart, we’ve got a hybrid to rough up,” he said with an ancipating grin.

You narrowed your eyes. “And I have to come, why?”

To tell the truth, you’d never actually seen Klaus in person. The only time you’d seen his face is when Damon showed you a picture and emphasized that you should not trust this man.

“It’s a fun, creative activity,” Damon said as though it was obvious. “He’s threatening Stefan, so we’re threatening him.”

You shrugged, standing up and stretching. “Alright, give me ten minutes to get ready.”

You splashed some water on your face and brushed your teeth, you threw your hair up in a ponytail, unwilling to bother with it or any makeup.

You threw on a leather jacket on your way out the door, catching sight of your string. The red string extended through the crack of the door.

Your soulmate was out there, waiting for you somewhere, maybe staring at their own string. And here was another day passing by, and you weren’t any closer to finding them.

You sighed and went to Damon’s car for the ride to what Damon referred to as Klaus’s evil lair.

Damon parked outside of a large, beautiful mansion. Damon knocked on the door and dispatched the hybrid security and the two of you were good to go.

The house was big and cold. If you weren’t a vampire, you probably would’ve shivered, even under your jacket.

“Honey, I’m home!” Damon yelled through the house with a grin on his face.

“You are enjoying this way too— ow!” You looked down to your pinky. The string had wrapped around your finger and was tightening.

“What is it?” Damon asked, halfway curious and halfway concerned.

“My string,” you hissed. “It’s tightening around my finger. My... my soulmate is close.”

Damon frowned. “In this house?”

You rolled your eyes. “Probably one of Klaus’s hybrids.”

“Go,” Damon said. “Go find your soulmate before I accidentally kill them. I’ll get Klaus.”

“Damon, I’m not just gonna leave you-“

He grabbed your shoulders. “(Y/N), you’ve been waiting your whole life.”

You smiled. “You’re the best friend. Ever. I mean it.”

You ran up the stairs, following your string. It kept tightening on your finger, forcing the two of you closer together.

Whoever your soulmate was, once you found them, the string would disappear altogether. You’d miss it.

From behind a door, a man was growling. “Can’t— ah— cut this... stupid string!”

A girl’s voice replied. “Then cut off your finger.”

“Rebekah, I swear-“

“You’re currently incapacitated by an invisible thread. Your threats mean nothing to me.”

You opened the door. “Oh, God, no.”

Klaus was standing, a knife against the base of his finger. He looked up, following the length of the string with his eyes.

Klaus hummed. “I was wondering where that string led.”

“No, no, no!” you cried, looking up at the heavens. “Not him! Anybody but him!”

Klaus scoffed. “Ouch.”

You sighed. “Sorry. I just... Damon is kind of coming to kill you right now.”

Klaus smirked. “Well, he can go ahead and try. As for you-“

Klaus grabbed you by the throat, and the tightening of the string stopped. The string itself disappeared. It had done its job, bringing you together.

Klaus looked at his hand and released you. “I’ve had that for twenty years. Why’s it gone?”

“I was born twenty years ago,” you replied. “You got the string. It brought us together. Now it’s gone. Simple.”

“I’m not following.”

“You’re my... soulmate. It’s a thing with my family. We, and our soulmates, have strings that pull us together.” You sighed. “I’m (Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” Klaus repeated, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smile. “I’m Klaus, but I think you knew that already, by your reaction to me.”

Despite everything in you screaming no, no, no, your heart fluttered. “Well, at least you’re handsome.”

He laughed. “Soulmate, hm? I can see that.”

“I hope so,” you whispered. “You’re kind of stuck with me now.”

“Who’d have guessed I’d find a soulmate after a thousand years on this Earth?” Klaus asked. Then, he threw a glance at his sister. “Rebekah?”

“Never would have guessed,” she said boredly, filing her nails. Then, she looked up at you. “Ooh, very pretty. So sorry your soulmate is my brother.”

Damon walked into the room, his eyes widening as he saw you. “(Y/N), you’re supposed to be finding your soulmate.”

You smiled shyly as Klaus put an arm around you.

Klaus grinned at Damon. “I’m supposing there won’t be any torture, then?”

Damon sighed, looking at you pointedly. “Him? Really?”

You shrugged, not sorry.

You’d been tethered to Klaus for twenty years, wondering who your soulmate would be.

The string may have been gone, but the tether would never be. Your soul would always be tied to his.

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[bxcktovampyrs]

a drabble

Klaus x OC / Klaus x Reader

Summary: Klaus and Y/N have had to deal with a lot of things recently and are taking a date night to themselves

Warnings: Lots of fluff :)

    Walking into the living room of the Mikaelson manor, you looked around, one hand resting on your hip. Your y/c hair was tossed into a haphazard ponytail and strands stuck out all over your head. 

    “Nik?” Taking a step forward, your slippered feet slid out from under you, causing your body to fall backwards and a shocked yelp to escape you. Right before crashing to the floor, there was a whoosh of air and you were suddenly held aloft in the arms of none other than the Hybrid himself. 

    Klaus Mikaelson looked down at you, his blue eyes narrowed in slight frustration, but mostly pure adoration. “Y/N, love, what’re you doing here? In slippers?” His gaze darted to your feet that hung over his arm. You felt self-conscious in the blue dress you wore, and in his arms it was hiked up to your hips. 

    “Um, just here to, you know, see you. Why else would I be here?” Kicking your legs a bit to try and get out of his arms, he eventually put you down and your dress fell back around your knees. “You seem busy, I’ll just, uh, go. I have, um, things to do? Yep, that’s it. My laundry needs washing and-” 

     Before you could finish, Klaus placed his hands on your cheeks and shot you an easy smile. “Wait. Let’s have a date night, alright? The family’s gone off, just you and I. What do you say?” 

      His strangely innocent smile and pleading blue eyes immediately caused you to agree, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. “Fine, fine. Your puppy dog eyes don’t fool anyone, mister.” 

      Klaus chuckled easily, pressing his lips to your forehead and directing you to the couch. “I’ll make dinner, pick out a movie, my love. Nothing too bad, please. Last time you chose the Notebook and-” 

      “Don’t say anything bad about the Notebook, it’s amazing! Don’t even start, your movie choices suck ass.” 

      He laughed loudly and shook his head, heading into the kitchen as you grabbed the remote and flicked through the movie choices. Unsurprisingly, the Mikaelsons had every site subscription one could get. You decided on Brooklyn Nine-Nine and waited for him to return with the food. 

     After an agonizingly long time, you stood and headed into the kitchen to figure out what was taking him so long. He was standing at the oven, juggling multiple foods and was struggling with making the pasta sauce. “Nik? Are you alright?” You were trying not to laugh at the sight of him not being the greatest cook. “Do you need help?” 

     He raised his index in her direction, stirring the sauce before flashing to the pasta as it began bubbling over. “I’m fine! A woman doesn’t deserve to be in the kitchen, you have no need to help me.” 

     “Niklaus, for the love of God, you’re so stubborn. Stop that, let me help.” You headed to the sauce, tasting it before adding some more salt. He didn’t bother flashing you out of the kitchen, you only would’ve returned. That was the problem with you, you both were equally as stubborn as the other. It created multiple headbutts in the relationship, but the arguments were a good stress relief in your opinion. 

      Pouring the sauce into its own bowl, you taste-tested it again and then looked over at Klaus as he doused the pasta in an unhealthy amount of butter. “Oh, Nik.” He looked up, guilt plastered on his face. 

     “Is it too much? I didn’t mean to ruin it-” 

      Oh, darn those puppy dog eyes.

      “No! It’s fine, it’s fine. You did amazing, it tastes great. Delicious.” 

      In truth, it tasted less than great but you weren’t going to tell him that. He wasn’t used to cooking, having survived on blood and you needing actual human sustenance was a new concept for him to figure out. “Niklaus . . . when was the last time you cooked?” 

      He blinked and closed his eyes, counting on his fingers for a moment. “It’s . . . been a minute. A good century or two, human food isn’t exactly a regular in my life, love.” He moved across the kitchen, brushing your hair back from your face. “But, I’m happy to make the disgusting food for you.” 

     You laughed at his joking manner and pressed your lips easily against his, hands resting on his neck. He was warm, which you had never expected from a vampire. His skin was warm under your palms, and you loved the moles on his neck. “Dork.” 

     He rolled his pale blue eyes and kissed your forehead, tugging you into an embrace. “Y/N, I do believe you’re the only person on this planet who thinks that.” 

     Resting your nose against the crook of his shoulder, you smiled. “Good.” 

     An hour and a messy dinner later, the two of you were sat on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. “You know,” you started, resting your back against his chest, “Holt reminds me a lot of Elijah.” 

     Klaus laughed loudly, his chest rumbling with the sound. “I was just thinking that. They are quite similar, maybe the writers interviewed Elijah beforehand or met him.” Klaus twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “I fell bad for them if they did, he’s such a bore.” 

     Snorting, you slapped his knee. “You’re such a jerk to him. Be nicer, maybe then you two won’t argue quite so much.” 

     Niklaus pulled your hair slightly, causing you to yelp in pain. He shot you a sly smile. “Mm, he’s just so easy to get into fights with, though.” 

     You released a drawn out sigh and shook your head, holding in a chortle. “You’re such a dick.” Twisting, you curled against his chest and closed your eyes, signalling you were tired. Klaus wrapped his arms around your back, too entranced in the show at this point to get to bed. 

     At some point, you fell asleep in his arms, and when you awoke, you were still in the same position. It was hours later and the TV was off, Klaus was passed out under you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your torso, and his nose rested in your hair. You smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

      He mumbled in his sleep, shaking off your kiss with a sleepy sigh. “Nuh-uh, mate, go away. Taken.” He rolled, practically squishing you under his weight as he fell back asleep. You bit back a laugh and wrapped you arms around his neck, falling back to sleep yourself.

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[galvanizedfriend]

The Wolf Outtake

This is a little outtake, if you will, of The Wolf universe. It actually fits within the post-TW2 headcanons I've been writing to keep myself happy, so somewhere in S3. It's something that would never fit within the actual story because it's pure domestic fluff. lol I wrote this for @recyclingss, baby Eve's number one fan who yells at me when the child doesn't make an appearance and who’s also the biggest cheerleader this story’s ever had. 💖

This is set much later in the future, and you will notice baby Eve is actually more of toddler Eve here, but I've removed any specific context to make it so this would fit into any point of The Wolf post S2E14, I guess.

Summary: Just random KC+baby moment in The Wolf. It's fluffy, domestic, features the child and Klaus' bitter feelings for Bayou wolves. Nobody asked for it, but I figured, after the WEEK we've all had, maybe people could use some fluff? Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

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Klaus doesn't even realize it's morning already until Caroline stirs next to him, making a lazy hum deep in her throat that pulls him out of his idle reverie. He blinks his surroundings back into focus; the fluorescence that had been filtering in through the windows last time he checked has now been replaced by warm sunlight. He didn’t even notice so much time had gone by.

Caroline rolled onto her side and was quickly lulled into blissful sleep after their late-night exertions. Klaus was distracted by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest for a long time until his mind was ensnared by its usual culprits, thoughts trapped in the latest batch of torments and woes to take over the Mikaelsons’ lives. 

 When Caroline opens her eyes and offers him a slow smile, Klaus feels himself touch ground again.

 "'Morning," she slurs in that husky voice, still thick with sleep.

 "Good morning, sweetheart," he replies with a short grin.

 Caroline yawns as she stretches out her body under the thin sheet covering her modesty.

 "Did you sleep at all?" she asks, blinking sluggishly at him.

 "I'm well-rested, if that's what you're asking."

 "It's not." Caroline props herself up on one elbow to stare levelly at him. Some of that drowsiness in her eyes dissipates, disappointment panging through him for bringing her back to the harshness of reality so fast. This is why, sometimes, especially on those not-so-rare nights when he ends up not getting any sleep, he'd rather not stay in bed. It allows the reprieve that slumber offers Caroline to last a little while longer. "Is it about Elijah?" she inquires, a knowing look on her face.

 Klaus' eyes wander away from hers. "It's about everything," he states vaguely, but not untruthfully. 

 Caroline hums unconvinced. "While I know you don't need to sleep, I also know it spells nothing but trouble when you can’t. It’s never good when you spend the whole night thinking."

 "Well, not the whole night," he says with a suggestive leer. "I did spend a good portion of the time engaged in far more pleasant activities."

 She rolls her eyes at him, but her smile is more than a little satisfied when she leans into him. "You're not as smooth as you think, Mikaelson."

 "I beg to differ." Caroline chuckles, shifting under the sheets to press herself against his side, placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, his jaw. Klaus snakes a hand around her back, pulling her closer still, feeling the familiar stirrings of heat in his underbelly. "Shall I prove my point?" he all but purrs.

 Caroline smirks against the corner of his mouth, her palm coming to rest on his chest. Klaus covers her hand with his, angling his face to take her mouth into a kiss. Her breasts pressing against his skin sends a tingle shooting through his body, and his other hand is already sliding down her spine, ready to guide her to straddle him, when lively conversation in the next room makes them pause.

 "Oh-oh," Caroline mutters. "I guess that means Mr. Wolfy is up early today."

 Klaus lets out a disappointed sigh.

 Eve doesn't cry so much when she wakes up anymore. Now, she either stays quietly in her crib until someone sees to her, or she starts playing with her toys. A social butterfly like her mother, she loves to engage in complex conversations with that hideous stuffed wolf Jackson gave her and her absolute favorite toy, the wooden knight Klaus carved for Rebekah when they were children.

 When he started to wake up to the sound of her talking to herself, he became worried, thinking maybe she was seeing things they weren't - which, in New Orleans, could mean a number of horrifying deals. But Caroline assured him that it is perfectly normal for young children to talk to inanimate objects, especially one who lives exclusively amongst adults.

 Apparently, it's good exercise for her imagination, or something.

 When Klaus is watching her, he will make a point to take part in her debates, always highlighting Mr. Knight's grandeur compared to Mr. Bog Scum. 

 "Sweetheart, this filthy dog here is the enemy. He wants to shroud you in flannel, carry you away to the swamp and bore you to sleep. Mr. Knight is here to save you from this stinky animal's claws."

 He's convinced one day she'll understand what he means.

 What’s most troublesome, however, is that Eve has started to attempt to climb out of her crib on her own. They always lock the other door to her bedroom when she's asleep, but the door connecting her room to Caroline's is always left unlocked for safety reasons. One of these days, Klaus thinks, their little wolf is going to catch mommy and daddy in very compromising positions. The idea mortifies him, especially because he and Caroline can get a tad carried away. They are a hybrid and a near-hybrid, after all. Too much energy and whatnot.

 "No rest for the wicked," Caroline speaks around a sigh before peeling away from him. Klaus watches her naked form with wistfulness as she climbs out of bed, his prospect of a lovely morning enterprise disappearing alongside the shape of her beautiful breasts as she shrugs on a fleece robe.

 Caroline vamps off to the en suite bathroom to freshen up a bit and then follows to Eve's room.

 "Good morning, sweet cheeks!" she greets their daughter sunnily. "Good morning to you, too, Mr. Wolfy!" Oh, for goodness' sake, Klaus curses inwardly. "And Mr. Knight!" Much better.

 Minutes later, Caroline returns with Eve, comfortable in fresh diapers, right on her heels, carrying Mr. Inconvenient and Mr. Knight.

 When she sees Klaus, she takes off towards the bed, her little legs getting more and more agile by the day. He pulls the sheets and covers up to his chest while she tries to hoist herself up. With ease, using just one hand, Klaus lifts her up and puts her sitting on his stomach.

 "Good morning, my littlest wolf," he says. "Where's my kiss?"

 His daughter leans down and smacks a loud kiss on his cheek, and then holds Mr. Fleabag close to him for a kiss as well. Klaus makes a face. "Not the dog, Eve."

 "Seriously?" Caroline says with a bored air about her. "You're antagonizing a stuffed animal now?"

 "This thing is a health hazard."

 "That thing has a cute little name, Mr. Wolfy, and your daughter loves him."

 "I refuse to treat a swamp dog as though it were a gentleman. Besides, I'm sure she loves Mr. Knight way more, don't you, love? Where's Mr. Hero?" She shouts something that sounds like Miter Nigh before pushing it onto Klaus' face. He cracks a proud smile at her. "There you go." He attacks her with tickles, and Eve bursts with sweet laughter.

 Caroline shakes her head at him, but he notices she's quite clearly biting back on a smile. "You're impossible."

 "I’m quite possible, I assure you," he replies smoothly. "Where are you going?" he asks when she starts tying her hair into a ponytail and taking clothes from her drawers.

 "Running with Marcel."

 "Oh, for goodness' sake," he protests. "Can you believe this, Eve? It's not even seven in the morning and your mother is willingly stepping out of the house to run. I sometimes fear she might be a psychopath."

 She scoffs loudly. "You would know, wouldn't you?" While she walks by him to go into the en suite, she slaps him lightly across the legs. "Stop telling my child that I'm a psycho, psycho."

 "How else am I supposed to explain this insanity? What kind of person runs for pleasure when there is an infinite array of far more gratifying activities to invest your energy into? Just now we were about to -"

 "Not in front of the small child, Klaus!" she chides from the bathroom.

 "She doesn't know what daddy is talking about, do you, love?" Eve giggles while he lifts her up above him, holding her like a flying superhero. "Blissfully clueless."

 Caroline steps back into the room, already in her exercise gear. Klaus lets out an infinitely despondent sigh. He would love nothing more than to get her out of those.

 "It's inappropriate conversation to have in front of the toddler," she remarks, putting on the smartwatch she bought recently to exercise with and measure her sleep patterns or whatever the bloody hell that is. She showed him all of this gizmo’s functionalities, swearing it’s the best thing ever invented by human minds. Klaus thinks it’s adorable, however incomprehensible, that someone with such close ties with the supernatural world would still be so impressed by technology. There’s literally nothing that cannot be sorted through magic. How is a watch that counts steps supposed to awe you once you’ve seen someone brought back from the dead? Caroline’s attachment to her humanity goes way beyond her empathy. "Besides, it was gonna be a quick activity because I'd go meet Marcel anyway,” she adds after a beat.

 "I can make you see stars in five minutes," he leers, a smirk growing on his face.

 Caroline whips her face at him with what is clearly an attempt at outrage but turns into something else when she can't hold her own smile. She can't deny him when his point was proved just the night before. Several times, in fact.

 "Shut up," she retorts simply. "Can you give her breakfast? I left chopped fruits in the fridge. You can wait about an hour after the bottle and give it to her as a little treat - not Fruit Loops."

 "She loves that thing."

 "Of course she does, it's pure sugar. That's exactly why we don't let her have it all the time. She needs to eat real fruits."

 Klaus rolls his eyes, sitting up in bed and putting the baby beside him. "Honestly, sweetheart, your mother sometimes..." 

 Caroline narrows her eyes at him. "You really love to make yourself out to be the cool parent, don't you?"

 "I don't have to make myself out to be anything, love. I am the parent who doesn't deny her the little joys of sugary treats. If that makes me cool, then you’ve only got yourself to blame." 

 "You're the parent who'll spoil her rotten, that’s what. Let's see how you'll feel when she's 16 and her boyfriend is climbing the balcony in her room in the middle of the night because she never learned how to take a no."

 "Oh, I would love for her suitors to climb her window in the middle of the night. It’ll be the last thing they do,” he says, smiling innocently at Eve.

 “You’ll be such a ray of sunshine when she starts dating.”

 “As per usual," he says with a bite of arrogance. "Hold the child so I can get decent, will you?"

 Caroline picks Eve up and keeps her looking firmly the other way while Klaus flashes out of bed and into the bathroom. He hears Caroline teasing her with “Where did daddy go?” and laughing at what he knows is Eve's extremely confused but astonished face. She thinks they're magicians. It's one of her favorite things, to watch as Klaus makes full use of his vampire speed to all but vanish right before her eyes. Modern technology has got nothing on him.

 There's something extremely heartwarming about his daughter's innocence. One day, she'll be old enough to understand why he can do the things he does. When that day comes, Klaus will cease to be a creature of magic and wonder, to become what he truly is: darkness made flesh. 

 He has never been ashamed of what he is, hardly ever had any qualms with filling the villain shoes, quite glad to do it, in fact, but he suddenly finds himself dreading the day when his child will figure out what it means to carry the Mikaelson name. When their family’s history will weigh down on her shoulders as it does on theirs.

 While making people cower in fear at the mere sound of his name has brought him an obscene amount of satisfaction and pride over the centuries, Klaus has to admit he's fascinated by the pure sparkle in his child's eyes. She's the first human being in a millennium who does not see even a fraction of monstrosity in him, no shadow, no taints, no mortal flaws. Not yet, anyway. All she sees is a funny man who makes her laugh and can hold her up with his finger, tells her stories about evil werewolves and keeps her safe and that's enough for her to adore him. Sometimes, he feels unworthy of such love. As though he's a fraud, deceiving his own daughter and taking advantage of her innocence.

 It still astonishes him that he should ever be capable of making something as pure and bright as that little girl. In a thousand years, Klaus Mikaelson has only ever brought misery and pain into this world. Eve is the first genuinely good thing he's ever done. Then, of course, she inherited all of that from her mother, who holds herself open for compassion and kindness even though she is herself in a symbiotic existence with her own beast. Caroline has taken control of her darkness in ways Klaus doesn't think he's ever seen a vampire as young as her do before. She truly is extraordinary, and every day he hopes, from the bottom of his withered heart, that Eve will turn out to be every inch Caroline's daughter more so than his.

 Klaus can still smell last night’s sex all over himself, so he takes a quick shower and puts on a pair of denims and a shirt and vamps back to the room again, just to surprise Eve. She gasps when he materializes next to her, flinching, and then starts laughing like a little maniac, reaching out to him. 

 "Remember," Caroline says as she lets Eve slide over to Klaus' arms. "Bottle, fruits. No Fruit Loops. I'll tell your other child you said hi."

 "A child who enjoys running has clearly learned nothing from me," he grumbles. “Hopefully I’ll do a better job with this one.” 

 “Start by not feeding her Fruit Loops,” Caroline remarks with a grin before she smacks a loud kiss on Eve's cheek and then one on his.

 When she’s gone, Klaus turns to look at his little wolf, watching him with those dark blues of hers as though she's studying her father. Sometimes he wonders if toddlers know more than they let on.

 "Do you want to do magic?"

 "Yes!" she practically screams, her face splitting with a wide, toothy grin.

 "Get ready, then. Are you ready?" She gives him an exaggerated nod. "Keep your eyes open. One, two..." And then he flashes out of the room with her.

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