#klaus mikaelson drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Klaus is hot.

Elena: He’s dangerous.

Y/N: That just makes him hotter.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Turn Your Back

pairing: klaus x fem!reader

summary: in which the thought of almost losing klaus forces you to address your feelings for him

warnings: threats of murder, mild violence, choking, slight angst, enemies to lovers (sort of)

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i couldn't manage to include the smut unfortunately because idk, i just don't think i was in the right headspace to write smut but i hope you enjoy! also, i'm so sorry this is late.

The cold air bit at your face as you ran through the woods, panic overtaking you as you searched for Klaus. The last you saw of him, he'd gone off in a rage. You didn't even know why you'd gone after him, or why you cared. Maybe it was because it was Christmas. Either way, you were currently rushing through the trees in the darkness, trying to find him.

And when you finally did find him, he was covered in blood and clearly dishevelled.

"What the hell?!" You found yourself shouting, your fist flying at his chest the second you got close enough. "Where the hell were you?!"

"I'd advise you to watch your tone, love." He warned, not a single shred of amusement on his face as he looked at you.

"The hell I will." You spat. "What the fuck were you doing?"

He didn't bother to offer you a response, but before you could say another word, his hand was around your throat and your back was against a tree.

"I told you to watch your tone." He snarled, his hot breath fanning against your lips as he leaned close to you. "I've had a rather stressful night, don't think I won't kill you."

You fell into silence then as his hand slowly loosened from your throat, and once you were free from his hold, you were quick to turn away from him as you prepared to leave. You were seriously regretting your decision to come out here looking for him.

"You're an asshole, Klaus." You simply said, your voice remaining calm as you kept your back to him. "Have fun going home alone."

But before you were able to take another step, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he dragged you back to him. "Don't you dare turn your back on me!"

"I shoulda turned my back on you ages ago!" You found yourself yelling now, your anger towards him finally bubbling to the surface.

You both fell silent then, his eyes burning right into you as you stood there, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. And it was you that was the one to reach for him first, your hands roughly gripping either side of his face as you dragged him down to you, your lips colliding in a desperate kiss.

And within seconds, Klaus had you pinned against the tree once more, his lips never leaving yours as his hands came down to grip your hips.

"I fucking hate you." You groaned against his mouth, your own hands reaching to grip his jacket, as he started working on your jeans.

He just smirked, before you felt the button on your jeans pop open. "I don't think you do, love."

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[babeydollx]

y/n reacting to Klaus leaving presents at her door

While you were sitting on the couch watching tv, you herd your doorbell ring. You looked over at the clock to see what time it was. 10:30 PM. Who would be here at this hour? You got up and walked to the door but when you opened the door, there was no one to be seen. You looked around to see if you could see anyone nearby, thinking it was a prank. You then looked down and gasped when you saw a bunch of gifts at your feet. There was chocolates, a big stuffed bear, gift baskets, jewelry, and more. You brought everything inside and then closed the door before looking for a card or tag. You then found a card and grinned when you saw who it was from. Klaus Mikaelson. He had wrote you a sweet little note too.

"I hope you enjoy these gifts love, they are all just for you. Anything to win over the woman I love." Is what the tag said.

You couldn't help but smile more. You picked up a candle that was in the gift basket and took in it's sweet scent. You had always been turning Klaus down but, maybe it was about time to give him a chance...

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

Part of the Action

poly!mikaelsons x human!reader

summary: you're about to be left out of yet another mikaelson plan, when an accidental mix-up happens that might convince them to let you help them. OR, you prove that you've got a lot more fire than the mikaelsons give you credit for.

tags: plotting, blood drinking

word count: 720

You lay across the couch as Klaus goes over his plan for the third time. Your legs are in Kol’s lap, while your head is in Rebekah’s. As he strokes his finger along your thigh, she’s playing with your hair, and none of you are paying much attention to the hybrid. Elijah’s trying his best to listen to his brother, but he’s consumed by a jealousy of not being able to touch you while his siblings do that makes him deaf to the plan. 

“So I’ll need one of you to distract Damon, another to distract Stefan, and-” Klaus pauses, “are any of you idiots listening to me?”

Four pairs of eyes immediately snap up to him. 

“Could you stop petting the girl for one minute so you can tune into my plan for world domination?”

“She’s just so soft, Niklaus,” Rebekah whines, digging her hands into your scalp sweetly.

“Yes, I know, but this is important.”

“So is taking time to relax and love on our little girl.”

He sighs, then looks at you expectantly. You’re only able to fight his gaze for a minute before surrendering. Both Kol and Bekah argue as you move to be sitting in between them, not touching either of them. 

“Thank you, love. Now, this is the plan. One of you distracts Damon, another distracts Stefan. I grab Elena. Y/N, you stay here, because you are not getting caught in any crossfire-”

“Why do you never let me help?”

“Pardon?”

“Why do I always have to sit out when you guys are acting out on plans? I can help. I want to help.”

“We will not risk you getting hurt, baby. It is imperative that you stay here where you’re safe,” Elijah speaks for them all. 

“If I get hurt, you can just heal me! I want to help!”

“No, Y/N. That is an order. You stay here.”

“I can’t be here all the time while you’re always fighting. What if you get hurt?”

“We will heal.”

“Well you can heal me.”

“Love, it’s a no. Now stop fighting the matter before it results in punishment.”

You glare at the two eldest brothers, but then drop your gaze and pout.

Kol immediately leans over to whisper, “we love you too much for you to get hurt, darling. Yes, we can heal you, but there’s still so much risk.”

“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll stay back. Again.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. 

Klaus continues plotting. “I’ll only need Elena for a second, so you all only need to distract them for a little bit. Just long enough for me to make my point.”

You zone out while he talks, knowing there’s no use in listening anyway since you’re on the outs. At some point, Elijah sets his wine glass on the coffee table to stand up to talk to Klaus. Your eyes focus on it. I’m in desperate need of some wine to deal with this shit again, you think, ‘Lijah won’t mind if I steal a sip. 

In one quick motion, you reach for the glass and bring it to your lips. 

He spins around at the sound of movement, eyes immediately going wide. “Baby, that’s not wine. Put it-”

Too late. You take a big sip of the liquid. It’s already in your mouth by the time you realize it’s blood. It shocks you for a second; Elijah’s not usually one to drink blood from wine glasses - that’s usually Kol. But as it sits in your mouth, you find yourself enjoying the taste. It’s thick, oozy, and something about it makes you feel powerful. Like what once was someone’s life force is now being consumed by you. 

In one gulp, you swallow it. It’s heavy down your throat and bubbles in your stomach. The taste lingers on your lips, stained red from its color. 

You set the glass down and lie back on the couch, but not without swiping your tongue across your lips first. “What?” You question the four siblings staring at you. They’re all speechless, yet the longer you look, the more you recognize the love and lust in their eyes. 

Klaus is the first to break the silence. “Well, judging by that, maybe our beautiful and bloodthirsty girl is ready to be a part of the action.”

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Four: Klaus Mikealson + Toys

It had started as a gag gift and then turned into something more private and serious. Though you aren't really sure if Klaus knows what a gag gift is.

You had both gone out, grabbing gag gifts of your own for each other. You grabbed the best of the best. Fart spray. Klaus on the other hand grabbed something rather sesitive, and private.

The night before you were supposed to leave for a family vacation with the Mikealson family. You set your trap, Klaus taking a shower and this time you had opted to not take one alongside him. Klaus was already suspicious of your option not to shower with him.

You set everything up. The sound of the water turning off lets you know that you have to get into postion. Just before Klaus walks out of the bathroom. You spritz a few pumps out of the bottle. You run back to the bed. Getting under the blanket and willing your heart to slow down.

"Love…" Klaus stops mid sentence, disgusts worps his beautiful face. "What the hell is that smell?" He asks, you look over him. Your phone in hand. "What are you talking about baby?" You ask with faux concern. He can't tell if you're lying to him, but he takes what you give him for a real answer.

You lay there as Klaus tries his hardest to get awya from the disgusting smell. Getting dressed in a low pair of sweatpants, and climbs into bed with you. The silence is comforting, and just as you get into your sleep. The warm hands of klaus land on your hips and drag you into him.

"Good night sweetheart." he whispers into your ear, and kisses you right under your ear. "Also I'm fully willing to get you back for earlier." He says in a husky voice. You shiver at the antipication, and his words.

The next morning you take a long and needed shower. From outside the door Klaus shouts that he'll get your outfit together. You don't mind the action, it makes you flaot whenever you walk out and there lays our outfit. When you do manage to get out of the steamy bathroom. Your clothes lay out on the beds edge. Panties and all.

You get dressed, and without even thinking about you gather yourself up, and get into the car. Klaus had already packed your bags alongside his own. You got into the passengar seat, and waited for him.

The car ride was filled with is favorite music, and then the sudden feeling between your legs gave you a shiver. Stopping you in what you were doing. The book flopping down to your lap. "What's wrong baby?" That tone, the mimick of his voice. "Oh fuck- nothing is wrong. Just this, um this book." You pratically moan out, the buzzing in your panties.

Suddenly clicks in your head, "Is this-" you shifgt and the buzz sensation goes straight to your clit and you can't manage to get words or thoughts out. "Are you… Is this your gag fuckin' gift?' You finally ask, as the buzzing calms down. Klaus smirks that devilish smirk.

The buzzing stops suddenly, and then you're back to reading your book. Distracted by the words, and the chacters stories. It's not till hours later when you're eating dinner with Klaus sister on each side of you. Your talking with Freya about a girl nights that you're just dying to go on, but then the damn smirk comes back on Klaus face as he listens to his brother elijah moan on and on about something so unimportant he's just staring at you.

The buzzing starts up again. Low at first, and then you can't ignore the feeling inbetween your legs. You can feel your face go red like the apples in the trees behind you.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Freya asks, "Hm," You half moan and hum. "just a little hot out here." Your voice breaks. "Oh, yeah I do have to agree it's a little hot out here. Don't know why we had to eat out here?" Freya says dramtically while turning to look at her two brothers.

The buzzing doens't stop, not even has your grip on the silverware turns white, and your thighs squeeze tightly to stop the buzzing. "Klaus can you.… um… pass the um the salad." You moan out, and you drop the silverware and reach out for the bowl.

"Of course baby." Klaus voice is once again husky, as he passes the bowl the buzzing increases, and you almost drop the bowl. "Maybe you should go take a rest Y/n." Rebekah says looking athe situation unfold. "Go take your girlfriend inside in the cool air Niklaus." She says strongly.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." Klaus says getting up from his seat, and going towards you. You stay still in your postion, and then latch onto his bicep. He's holding you up.

When you both reach the front french doors. You both stop for Klaus to open the door. As the two of you walk in Klaus whispers in your ear. "You feelin' good baby?" You moan asthe feeling hadn't gone away. Your high is so close then the feeling stops between your thighs. "Klaus!" You moan, "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum tonight."

Completed on: 08/09/23

Posted on: 10/24/23

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[train-wrecc]

– “ DATING NIKLAUS MIKAELSON “ HEADCANON's

niklaus mikaelson x human!female!reader –

warnings!: kidnapping, blood, murder, somewhat stalkerish tendencies mentioned?

word count: 2.03k requested by: @catmikaelson20

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

Klaus had noticed your arrival in New Orleans straight away, after all, it was his city, and he was the King of it, or so he liked to think.

Something about your piercing eyes which were always filled with curiosity and wonder as you wandered the city full of supernaturals, had caught his attention.

The city could get windy at times and he loved watching as you made your way through the French Quarter, your shiny locks swinging in the wind.

Klaus had thought he had been very stealthy, however, he was not. 

You’d always find him not too far from you, lurking in the shadows, it really should’ve creeped you out that some hybrid had been following you albeit it was the opposite.

You found it comforting in a way, knowing someone was always looking out for you.

Elijah, knew you were Klaus's current infatuation, so after a few months of suffering and having to watch Niklaus practically stalk you, he had decided he would introduce himself to you, seeing as he’d seen you around as well.

You thought it was by chance that you’d run into the Elijah Mikaelson, however, it was not. Elijah had figured out your routine and purposely ran into you on your daily stop at the cafe you had been working at. 

Elijah hurriedly walked into the cafe after you had been in there for 10 minutes, as he had seen you talking to your coworkers. You had accidentally spilled your coffee all over his crisp suit, your face besmirched with nothing other than horror. 

Your mouth had been agape, before you had finally shaken out of your daze, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I swear you came out of nowhere, here, let me help you.” You quickly rambled.

“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t much care for this suit anyways,” He assured you, as you frantically patted napkins against the material of the suit in an attempt to dry it.

He placed his hand against yours to stop you, “It’s quite alright…” He said, waiting for you to fill in your name for him.

“Y/n, you’re the infamous Elijah Mikaelson,” You responded.

“Indeed, I am, Y/n.” He said, a charming smile on his face.

“You Mikaelsons are awfully famous around here… huh,”

“Yes, our family has some history in New Orleans, we practically built the city,”

“Wow, here, let me buy you a coffee or something to make up for your destroyed suit, although I’m sure it costs much more than a 5-dollar coffee,” You laughed.

“Well, I’ll gladly take the coffee,”

The both of you had settled into a conversation, as you strolled about the Quarter.

Elijah had been telling you all about the supernatural history of New Orleans, seeing as you had told him you knew about vampires, wolves, and witches, including how you knew he and his family were the Originals.

You had gestured to your vervain ring, as you had explained your numerous encounters with various supernatural beings.

You had even gotten talking about hobbies, and how you quite enjoyed writing, which had prompted a proposal from Elijiah, “It’s quite interesting that you mention that, my brother Niklaus is in desperate need of an editor or typist, he’s got a few things in the works, I’m sure he’d love your assistance.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I’d be much help,”

“I assure you he’d deeply appreciate it, and I’m sure you’re quite the novelist yourself,” He sang your praises, and you gave in.

When you first met Niklaus he tried to keep his guard up around you, trying to come off as intimidating, however, his plan had backfired.

“Y’know sometimes when I walk through the quarter, for some reason, I just feel eyes on me, like someone’s watching me, hiding in the shadows. Do you ever feel like that?” You’d told the hybrid. 

His face slightly twitched before he quickly hid it with a smirk on his full lips, “Love, I’m Niklaus Mikaelson, I’ve always got eyes on me, I have an exponential amount of enemies that’d love to get me when I’m vulnerable.”

The more time the two of you spent together, the more you somehow broke down the hybrid’s concrete walls.

Niklaus may have been stubborn, but so were you.

“Niklaus, you’re writing is exceptional, you don’t need my help, so why do you insist that I help you edit your work?”

“Love, my writing is exceptional because you edit it.”

“Nonsense. You know, with the amount of time we spend together, you’d think I’d know more about you, I mean I feel like you practically know everything about me…”

Eventually, Niklaus opened up to you about everything, from the years of abuse he suffered at the hand of his father, to his deep fear of abandonment, how he’d always felt odd due to being a “bastard” child.

You knew Nik had flaws, however there was something about him that pulled you in, maybe it was his dedication to his family and their long promise of always and forever.

It was something you wish your family had, that kind of closeness, that no matter what they did, you’d always go back to each other, however, your family was far from that.

From his insistent paranoia to his anger issues, you’d still fallen for him.

Secretly he felt the same, your outer and inner beauty, kindness, and caring personality had made him wrapped around your finger.

He desperately tried to hide it but failed.

Whenever you’d leave, he’d insist on taking you home, to ensure you’d made it safely, as well as insisting you texted him when you were safely inside your apartment.

Eventually, it came to the point where you’d see each other every day, Niklaus often stopping by your work for a cup of his usual coffee. It had gotten to the point where your coworkers had thought he was your boyfriend, which you’d always deny. 

However, there was a twinge in your heart that deeply wanted a relationship with the infamous hybrid.

Everyone could see that you both were head over heels in love with each other but the two of you, whenever anyone said anything you both denied what was right in front of you.

“You’ve truly lost your mind, Rebekah, there’s no way she feels any sort of way for me. She’s too kind. Too pure.”

“Yeah right, like Klaus Mikaelson has feelings for me!” You had laughed.

What finally changed the dynamic of your relationship was when you had been kidnapped by one of Klaus’s enemies.

You had been held hostage and tortured for days, before Klaus finally found you in the abandoned warehouse.

He had torn up the city looking for you, whilst threatening witches to do locator spells for him.

When he came to rescue you, you watched as he murdered your captors in cold blood.

He freed you from the ropes which held you, blood besmirching his face and clothes, as his eyes that glowed yellow returned to their usual blue color.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, clinging to you as he muttered various apologies, from being sorry for getting you kidnapped to having to see him end your captor's lives.

You simply gave him a weak smile, hands on his face, you wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before smashing your lips against his.

He returned the kiss with fervor, before pulling away.

He opened his eyes, “We shouldn’t start this, Y/n, I don’t want to endanger you any more than I already have.”

After that Niklaus had kept his distance from you, however, returned to keeping an eye on you from the shadows.

You had had enough.

You had stormed into the compound yelling and demanding Klaus to come out. Once you had you’d told him off about how he had no right to decide what was best for you, seeing as you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

“Who are you to decide what’s best for me Klaus?! I am in love with you and I don’t care if that put’s me in danger!”

It felt like hours had passed as you and Niklaus shouted back and forth, voices echoing throughout the compound for Rebekah and Elijah to hear.

Somehow Klaus had come to the realization that you were more stubborn than him. He murmured a “Bloody hell,” before he shut you up with a kiss.

From then on, you and Klaus had begun dating.

You and Klaus were inseparable.

He always wanted to be near you, in order to protect you, and if he couldn’t he’d order Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel, or someone to guard you when he couldn’t.

He’d constantly surprise you with random gifts such as flowers, “Just because,”.

Klaus would always spoil you, and always insist that he pay for everything, “Love, you’re a queen, and deserve to be treated like it.”

Taking you on random dates, spontaneous trips.

Not long after you began dating, you’d moved into the compound, Klaus no longer wanting you to be living in your apartment by yourself.

Depending on your hair type: Nik would learn how to braid, after you’d complain about your arms aching after having finished doing your own box braids or cornrows /// having to braid your hair before you sleep so you wouldn’t get split ends or tangles in the morning.

He’d always deny it but he secretly loved cuddling, especially when he was the small spoon.

Constantly having to be touching you, whether it be an arm around your waist, his palm against your thigh, holding hands.

Learning to cook your favorite meal.

Waking up each morning to your favorite morning drink on your bedside table.

Catching him watching you as you applied your makeup, “I can’t help it, love, it’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

Always wanting your attention, “Love, are you listening to me?” 

“Of course, I am, lovey.”

Needing to have one of your AirPods in, so he could listen to your music as well.

Countless nights where the both of you would just stay up talking about anything and everything.

If you wear glasses/contacts, he’d love when you wore your glasses over your contacts.

Whenever you would do some self-care such as face masks, he’d always want to participate as well, “Darling, just because I’m an immortal hybrid doesn’t mean that I don’t need to take care of my skin, I mean this isn’t just immortality, it’s SPF as well.”

Whenever he was stressed he’d love it when you’d play with his hair, it always soothed him and melted his stress.

When he’s upset he’d take some time to himself not wanting to lash out at you.

You and Rebekah were the best of friends and loved teasing Klaus together.

You’d eventually learn that Elijah had set you up, because Klaus had never really been looking for an editor or typist.

“Elijah! I can’t believe this,” You laughed.

Whenever Nik would wake up from a nightmare, you’d be right there for him, placing soothing kisses on his shoulder to comfort him.

You would be the first to say the L word, it had been after you and Nik had been dating for almost a year. 

You always knew you had strong feelings for Nik, however, they were really brought to light when you’d gotten extremely sick, and Nik spent every day at your bedside taking care of you.

You had been slightly delirious but you meant every word.

Nik had been laying next to you, the both of you facing each other after he had just made you your favorite soup.

Your hand reached for his own, clasping it. His blue eyes met your own, “I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.”

It had left him slightly shocked, his mouth slightly agape, before a large dimpled grin spread across his face, “I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.”

You both loved each other immensely and would do anything for each other.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: Idk how to feel about this…

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𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩!

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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

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𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

𝙰 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2

#henry cavill x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #imagine #Materlist #x reader #klaus mikaelson #Witcher #one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader #TVD #fanfiction #Masterlist #female reader #drabble #fluff #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #HOTD #Smuts

[backandimbamon]

inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋

“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”

“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.

Dreadful.

The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.

Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.

For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.

Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.

The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.

And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.

Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.

And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?

“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.

He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.

“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”

He’s not even hearing her.

The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.

Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.

The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.

Yeah, well, so did Hitler.

“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”

“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.

Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”

“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”

“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)

Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.

Elena abandons the sentence altogether.

Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.

Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.

He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.

He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.

“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”

(more here)

#bamon #bamon fanfic #bamon fanfiction #bamon fic #bonnie bennett #drabble #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #klonnie wedding #bamon prompt #prompt

[thebennettdiaries]

the oak king

( a little merry christmas to the Klonnie fandom )

Bonnie closes the door behind her, shutting away the cold (but more importantly the people). The world is so fast this time of year, moving with a sense of urgency that is counterproductive to its surroundings. There is so much noise, so many bright colors --- far too many expectations.

She doesn't want to be a part of it. At least not at the moment.

She is bone tired as she carefully sets her bag on the nearest flat surface. This room has been her home for close to three days now, a temporary stop on her never ending journey. As far as places to rest her head, she likes this one. It is cozy, just what she needs this time of year.

With her day's work done, Bonnie decides that she will slip into the bath and soak away any aches (any reminders of what she is missing). But first ---

--- just because she doesn't want to be a part of the madness of the world outside doesn't mean she will ignore it all together.

She reaches into her bag and pulls free the tiny branch of a fir tree sticking out of a pot. She had almost passed it by, resting on a table in an overcrowded Christmas market. But in the end, it had called to her and now it finds a home on the antique desk, giving it a view of the busy streets below where the snow is beginning to collect.

She runs a finger along it, feeling its dying strength as she does so. It should have never been clipped and stuffed into a tiny red container. It should have been allowed to continue its life uninterrupted. So, although she cannot fully restore it, she can do the next best thing.

Bonnie summons her magic, which has waned significantly after the day's demands. However, she just has enough left to tickle the branch back to its vibrant green. It stands a little taller, and for good measure, she leans in and blows. It seems to twinkle now, a more natural replica of its larger relatives littering homes all over the city.

For a moment, she stands there, thinking of all the Christmases that have come before this one. So many of them are filled with sadness --- missing her mother, missing her grandmother, worrying that death had been close by. Then there is that one she spent all alone in a pocket of the universe.

She has never really had Christmases worth remembering.

Her mouth is set in a firm line. She isn't sad now. She might be alone but this time she has chosen to be. She may no longer have roots but she is doing real good in this world. Besides, she knows damn well that Caroline will be Facetiming her to document every second of the Forbes Family Christmas (Bonnie rolls her eyes but deep down she knows she wouldn't miss it for the world).

She turns, leaving the tree to glimmer in its resting place. As she does so, she waves her hand and candles flare to life, basking the rest of the darkened room in a warm glow. She can already feel her magic stirring, beginning to rebound.

The hot water is filling the bathtub when her quiet is shattered by a knock at the door. She furrows her brows together as she slips her arms back into her sweater. She is done for the day. She is not interested in taking on anything else. She has earned this moment.

She waits a beat, hoping they will just give up and go back where they came from. When the knock comes again, more insistent this time, Bonnie sighs. So much for peace on earth.

She crosses the space in a few steps, intent on turning her visitor away. "I am not..." And then her voice dies. Her body tenses. It feels as if all the warmth she has created in her little room is pulled out the open door to lay at his feet.

A true ghost of her Christmas past.

Klaus Mikaelson stands there, looking at her in much the same vein she looks at him. Like he cannot fathom what he is seeing. It only serves to confuse her more --- because of the two, he is the one that has been dead for at least three years.

Then the moment is shattered and he gives her a wolfish grin.

"Merry Christmas, little witch."

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #do i continue? #do I just keep drabbling in this universe? #who knows lol #oak king series

[nerdie-faerie]

TVDu was all 'family is really important to the Mikaelsons, they have a whole saying about it' only to turn around and be like oh yeah that only applies to three of the siblings though !?! what!!?! how dare you!!

#TVDu #The Mikaelsons #Klaus Mikaelson #Elijah Mikaelson #Rebekah Mikaelson #Kol Mikaelson #Finn Mikaelson #Henrik Mikaelson #Freya Mikaelson #the audacity!! as someone with 8 siblings im furious that they act like only half the family matters #youre telling me their baby brother died and they got turned into monsters as a result and they never talk about it?!? wheres the grief? #the underlying blame? the tension that never really goes away? wheres the blatant gap left from their brother being gone? #and from finn being in a box???? like it should have mattered they should have been a family #it shouldnt have just been about klaus elijah and rebekah kol has like 1 bonding scene with rebekah 2 with klaus and none with anyone else? #finn gets treated like a stranger and the only positive sibling interaction he has is with freya?? #im literally writing this after suddenly writing a drabble where klaus and kol bond because i am incensed #theyre siblings goddammit!! even when there are siblings youre closer to and some youre distant with youre still siblings you still #care and interact with each other wtf like im not saying vampirism wouldnt warp my sibling relationships it would #but those bonds would still be there to be warped and twisted by time and betrayal fck you

[p0rkbun]

❝LET HER GO❞ — Rebekah Mikaelson

⤿Summary: Rebekah is in love with you but you two could never be together.

⤿Pairing: Rebekah Mikaelson x Female! Reader

⤿Very small angsty drabble (based on that one scene in shrek 2)

"She's a human—" Klaus sneered, he had caught her bringing your favourite flowers to your house. He thought of how pathetic it is that his sister is yet again trying to find love. He took a step towards her and finishes his words "—and you're a vampire, that's something no amount of potions is ever going to change," He looked at Rebekah, her head hung low before she voiced.

"But...I love her.." she looked up with tears, emotions swelling in her eyes. She knew she couldn't love anyone else, let alone a human, Klaus had proved her that years ago but you were different. You were something she could ever ask for, something she dream of, she's in love you and she loved you deeply than anybody has but she knew that you two were never meant to be. Klaus finally replies while she was stuck with her thoughts.

"If you really love her, you'll let her go"

°.✧•—✦

#rebekah mikaelson #drabble #rebekah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x you #rebekah mikaelson drabble #x reader #x female reader #angst #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #wlw #lesbian #sapphic

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

hey! really like the fics you write, and if you're still taking requests, domestic klaroline please? like they're settled and everything, could be human au or not, with or without babies, thx!

This is a gift for one of my favourite authors @galvanizedfriend--love love love your stories, especially The Wolf...so hope you like this!

(also this is my first time gifting an author on ao3/tumblr so I'm super nervous)

Combined this with another ask of the ask game: wedding+kc fluff. Hope you like it!

XXX

“Klaus, put me down!”

“It’s tradition to carry your bride over the threshold, love,” said Klaus, grinning as he ran towards the house, careful not to let Caroline’s veil drag on the ground.

“When you're near the steps of the house, not the entire way from the wedding venue,” said Caroline, her tone half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Not in my world,” said Klaus, swinging her around, and she laughed, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Klaus, people are going to see. They're going to think we’ve gone mad.”

“We got married,” said Klaus, and he couldn’t help but relish the words. “We’re married, Caroline. You're my wife.”

“I’m aware,” she laughed, kissing his cheek. “I was there.”

“Alright, we’ve reached the house now, now you don’t even have an excuse to tell me to put you down.”

“I suppose not,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the lips. “Carry me over the threshold, husband of mine.”

“As you wish, my love,” he grinned, and swung open the door, kicking off his shoes and slipping Caroline’s off, setting her down. He quickly grabbed her waist and drew her closer, kissing her with a fervour.

“Klaus,” she said, between kisses, “Nik—mm—listen—we have to—Klaus—”

“Later,” he muttered, his hands working at the pins securing the veil to her hair.

“Niklaus,” Caroline said, her voice breathy, “listen to me.”

“Tradition dictates I have a right to kiss my new wife after I carry her over the threshold,” he murmured, kissing her neck, and Caroline let out a soft laugh.

“You're never been one to stick to tradition, Nik,” she said, her breath hot on his neck. “But if you obviously want to listen to tradition, then I think you should hear one of the other wedding customs there are.”

“Alright, fuck tradition,” Klaus growled, setting her on the couch, ripping off the veil.

“Then you obviously don’t want to take off my garter now? With your teeth?”

Klaus pulled back, a light dancing in his eyes. “Well, if it’s tradition…” he drawled, and Caroline rolled her eyes.

“You're an idiot.”

They had mutually decided not to do the garter toss at the wedding (it’s stupid, Klaus, and I don’t want to accidentally flash any of our friends), and had instead decided to do it in their new house (even better, since I’ll get to finish what I started, don’t you agree, love?...Klaus.)

“Skirt up, love,” Klaus smirked, sinking down to his knees. “Since we’re so traditional.”

“Premarital sex is not traditional,” Caroline said, letting out a small gasp as he placed a kiss on her thigh as he looked up at her with dark, lustful eyes.

“I don’t recall hearing any objections,” Klaus replied, lazily snapping the band of the garter against the sensitive skin of her thigh, making her moan. “Lace, love?”

“As if it could be anything else,” Caroline gasped, winding her fingers into his curls when he snagged his teeth onto the lace band. “Just take it off, Klaus.”

“Beautiful thing, this,” Klaus murmured, lazily sliding the garter down to her knees. “Judging by the varieties I've seen, however...black lace. Last summer. Brighton. Shame it didn't go with your dress.”

“If you don’t behave and take it off you'll never see anything like it again.”

Klaus emerged from under her skirt, his hair thoroughly rumpled, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, the white lace garter between his teeth. “Now, I do believe I have a few…traditions…to adhere to.”

“Take me to bed,” Caroline murmured. “Now.”

“As the lady wishes.”

XXX

Thanks for reading! Cheers!

#caroline x klaus #klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline fic #klaroline #wedding traditions #anon #ask #klaroline drabbles

[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #obx x reader #marvel #steve harrington #steve raglan #steve rogers #bucky barnes #damon salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #klaus mikaelson #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries #shameless #carl gallagher #mickey altieri #roman bridger #ethan landry x reader smut #ethan landry #henry hart #stranger things #imagines #drabble #fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #william afton #stu macher x reader

[witchcraftandgeekness]

Elijah tried to be patient and peaceful. He did his best to not descent on the same level as his brats of the siblings, he truly did. But he can restrict himself no more.

The taste for vengence is rooted deeply in his nature, he drank it in with mother's milk.

Elijah couldn't believe that these buffoons had him so worked up for such trivial reasons but the traditions of his Norman ancestry demand him to avenge the disgrace that was set upon him.

Each of them will pay sevenfold, for every damned paintball stain left on his favourite suit. From now on, Elijah had set his foot on the silly (but nonetheless honourable) path of paintball war. The poor idiots will suffer for such daring act of property damage. Elijah shan't show them any mercy.

#not sure what that is #can this be considered drabble? #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #freya mikaelson #mikaelson family #mikaelson siblings #the originals #tvdu #the mikaelson mansion is officially announced to be the territory of war zone from now on #no one dares to come in at the risk of catching paintball bullet #idea seemed too funny to not post it

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) (Drabbles): Klaus Mikealson- Mate

Is it possible to be able to tell that you’re connected to someone before you even know it? Before you can tell that person feels the same way about you. It’s a cruel world to only find out after something horrible happens to them.

That’s the world that Klaus lived in, and he forever hated the way that life looked at him. Life itself loathed man and made everything a problem. Life here loathed Klaus Mikealson from the day he was born right up until now. 

He had seen you, from afar of course. stuck in a group of rather annoying people. Fucking Salvatores protecting their precious Elena, and her bunch of friends. There was code to this shit and Klaus believed that it.

Believed in the fact that there was always something in motion. He wanted the curse that had been laid upon him to be lifted.

 His father had made his life shitty. His werewolf side had been left dormant, left to side, and rustling within him. anger would boil over and it aches at every chance. 

You. 

He thought you were different, you made the ache go away in his chest. There was always a problem though that was just how life was for Klaus. That said the problem was that Klaus had already released his hybrid curse, he wanted more and more from the small town of Mystic Falls.

Homebound with everything that Klaus needed in order to bring more of his own kind to life. All he needed was a few very important things. 

A werewolf, A vampire, and finally a doppelganger. As always from the start of time there’s always been a price to each ritual, and for everything to go well something was taken away from the person performing it. 

He had let the curse run wild in Mystic Falls. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Klaus wanted a whole lot of things. He had known a few things, one that Elena was dead. That made things rather simple especially since he had Stefan back on his side.

Right there like his little errand boy. He wasn’t meant to keep staring at you from afar. He just loved the way you held yourself. Fuck it, if it wasn’t what was supposed to happen. 

He wanted to know more about you. He had already started his hybrid process. His hybrids were popping up everywhere. He hadn’t taken notice that you were getting ready to be changed, a werewolf at first and now here you were going to be changed into a hybrid. He watched with feet planted into the ground as your eyes changed and you were flipped from werewolf to hybrid.

Your own demeanor changed and the more he watched the more he wanted you. He was worried, scared even that he would not make it through the process but whatever was to happen he knew that he had to make his chance happen. 

From that point forward you were his and he was yours. Klaus made sure of that. 

#klaus x y/n #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikealson drabbles #klaus mikealson x reader #requests wanted #requested #request answered #the orginals #the originals x reader #the originals klaus #the originals x you

[katherineholmes]

The New Deal

Read on AO3

She inhaled softly as she opened the door, the stench of death filling her soul and making her shiver. A thousand questions raced through her mind, wondering if he had come there for revenge, or if he had found out about Elena being alive. 

“What do you want?” Bonnie had almost killed Klaus just three nights ago, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her tremble in fear. 

“Now, is that any way to greet me witch?” He smirked and she wanted to rip his face off. Wanted to give him an aneurysm so bad his brain would bleed out of his eyes. 

“You killed my best friend.” It was another thing that she had brought Elena back to life, but he couldn’t know that. Not now, or ever. 

“Yes, yes, and you lot plotted my death with my brother,” there was something saccharine about the way Klaus smirked at her, a cold look in his eyes. “You should be lucky that I’m in a good mood, or you all would be dead.” 

Bonnie couldn’t resist it then, if Damon was infuriating, Klaus was seemed to hit where it hurt. Even if Elena was alive, Jenna wasn’t. All the work, all their planning had amounted to nothing, and now Klaus had absolute control, unlimited power. “You should be lucky your brother betrayed us, or you would be dead.” 

For a moment, the look on his face froze, but he recovered quickly. “My brother is a bit of a….sentimental fool.” 

“Where is he?” She asked, wondering why any of them had ever trusted Elijah, but also wondering what Klaus had done with him. 

“Indisposed, I’m afraid,” Klaus’ cheeks dimpled as he smiled, something entirely too superior and pleased in his gaze, “but I’m not here to talk about him. You see, I’m leaving town.”

“Great,” she muttered. Klaus was leaving, and Damon might die. While she wasn’t happy about Damon dying, she wasn’t exactly regretting it either. 

“Without a witch,” Klaus looked down at her significantly then, and she had a bad feeling, “someone killed mine you see.” 

“So what?” 

“I’d like you to accompany me.” 

She grit her teeth, focusing on him as she allowed the magic to flow out of her like water in a dam. Hitting her target with force. She could see the pain in his eyes, the way he clutched his head, but it only lasted for a few seconds. Seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, her body and magic drained from the power she had lost during the sacrifice. 

She was breathing hard by the time she was done, and was pleased to see that some of the amusement had drained from his face. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” 

For a moment, she thought Klaus would lash out, react in anger, but that was gone fleetingly too. “As I said, I am in a nice mood, given that the curse binding me has broken, but I do still need a witch sweetheart and you would do well not to defy me.”

“I’m sure there are other witches you can find.”

“Perhaps, and yet, you are no ordinary witch, are you?” He stepped closer to the boundary of her house, his footsteps heavy on her porch, “you are a Bennett witch, and you were strong enough to almost kill me. Your ancestor was just as special, perhaps even stronger than you.” His hands were on the doorframe now, and she tilted her head. 

“You knew Emily?” 

“I knew Ayanna, a thousand years ago.” She frowned as she tried to remember grams’ rambles, any mention of a witch like that, “after she died, my brother took possession of all her grimoires. Of course, they lie with me now.” 

“You think I’ll go with you because of a few grimoires? After everything you’ve done?” Anger rolled in her stomach and fire lit up within her throat, the flames of it rushing out through her tongue, hoping futilely to burn him. 

“Well, love,” and then her heart stopped as he crossed over the threshold and entered into her house, “I was thinking the motivation of keeping your father alive would spur you to make the make the right decision. Not to mention all those friends of yours,” he gripped her shoulders and leaned towards her. Her fingers clenched into fists, and she thought of all the spells she knew, of all the things she could do to him. “One bite from me, and it would be the end of Caroline.” 

“How did you-”

“It seems your father only wore vervain, he didn’t consume it.” The fire in her was replaced by shards of ice stabbing her from the inside, cold fear spreading through her veins as she thought of her dad. “Relax love, nothing’s happened to him yet. Although he was kind enough to invite me inside.”

She thought of Elena, the deal she had made with Elijah, despite how badly it had failed, she wasn’t sure there was anything else she could do. The witches’ power had left her, and without it, she wasn’t sure she could take Klaus down permanently. Damon and Stefan maybe, but not Klaus. Not yet. 

“So what? If I leave with you, you won’t hurt them?” 

“If you leave with me, help me,” his hands glided over her shoulders to her neck, warm on her skin, “I won’t have reason to come back to this town. And they’d be safe. You can even speak to your father if you wish.”

“Do you think you’re doing me a favour?”

“Well, this could all be a lot more unpleasant, little witch.” 

She knew that, and she had also known how desperately Luka and Jonas had looked for Greta. How Klaus had seduced her away. She wondered now, if it wasn’t something more like this, like threats and the promise of power that he had used to take her with him. Besides, if he really did have those grimoires, along with others, she could eventually grow strong enough to kill him. 

He’d stay away from here too, away from her father, and her friends. From Elena. 

“Fine. But I have a few conditions too.” 

He seemed pleased as he looked down at her, and she wondered what she had gotten herself into. 

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