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miasmultifandomdump · 8 months
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It is 3AM and my sleep was disrupted, so I naturally decided to check Tumblr and now I'm teary-eyed over the Mikaelsons
Is it normal to think this much and feel this strongly about fictional people?
I don't know, man, but it's not going to stop anytime soon and I'm okay with that because I love my fictional people ✨
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the-modern-typewriter · 5 months
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Hi! Would you be able to do a hero x villain scene with a villain that's used to trapping their opponents socially but the hero would rather just ignore that and punch them in the face, and the villain is kind of in love and kind of murderous?
The villain staggered back at the force of the punch with a groan of pain. They cupped a hand to their bloody nose.
The villain's various soldiers and lackeys immediately moved to restrain the hero.
"No." The villain held out their other hand. "No."
The lackeys froze, uncertain.
The hero, well-prepared for the possibility of fight, paused too. They shook out their fist, shoulders squared.
"Nice left hook," the villain said, straightening slowly. When they dropped their hand, the break had already healed, leaving only the blood.
"Fuck you."
"Yes, that might help your anger issues."
The hero scoffed. "I don't have anger issues, I just don't like being backed into a corner. I told you what would happen."
"Mm. That you did." The villain's head tilted. "Bold move."
"Clear communication. Do I need to do it some more?"
The villain grinned, letting their blood drip grotesque and feral across their teeth. They took a swaggering step forward, even as they neatly adjusted their outfit and rumpled hair back to the veneer of polite society. It didn't reach their eyes. Their eyes had that wild quality too, burning bright and fierce with something that the hero couldn't quite read.
"People generally prefer me when I keep things civil," the villain said. "It's neater. Safer for everyone involved."
"You mean, people normally cave because they're scared of you?"
"And you're not."
"If there's going to blood, let there be blood. I won't be bullied. Certainly not by the likes of you."
The villain laughed, a soft and rumbling danger. They swiped their tongue across their teeth, cleaning the blood away, and closed the distance with another step.
Apparently, they hadn't learned the dangers of getting too close.
The hero swung.
That time, the villain dodged, driving their knee deep into the hero's gut.
The hero doubled over, wheezing.
The villain caught a fistful of their hair, using the grip to smash the hero's face in one startlingly deft movement, before tipping the hero's head back before the blood splattered across the floor.
The whole room had gone quiet; focused in on the two of them. Someone had cut the music.
The villain grinned again. "So pretty."
The hero spat blood at them, but the villain didn't seem to mind. In the next instant, the hero had wrenched themselves free with an expert move.
The two of them circled.
The villain did not have a reputation for violence, or at least not for getting their hands dirty. They were a sleek monster, crafted of fine clothes and the clink of glasses and clever words in the shadowy backrooms that ruled the world.
"You're right," the villain said. "I do prefer less...crude games, than this. We're a civilized species. We should know better. Do not mistake my distaste for incapability, though."
The hero snarled. "Silvered words doesn't make what you do less ugly."
"A moral high ground doesn't make you less of a brute, gorgeous."
"I'm not a brute, you condescending-"
"-temper, temper." The villain's voice was a purr. "Have I struck a nerve?"
The hero lunged.
The villain dodged.
They circled again, more evenly matched than the hero had expected. They'd thought a hard hit, the possibility of real danger, would reveal the villain's sniveling heart. The cowardice at the core of so many powerful, evil people.
"You owe me an apology," the villain said. "I was having a perfectly lovely time. If you give me one now, like a good little hero, this doesn't have to get...unpleasant."
"Your face is unpleasant. Everything about you and what you do is unpleasant. I'd rather not lie."
The villain's eyes flashed, a mix of rage and desire. Then, their power lashed out. The windows shattered. People screamed. People fell.
The hero stared around the room, horrified.
"Far be it from me to deny a guest," the villain said, drawing their power back to themselves. "Let there be blood."
The fight escalated from there.
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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months
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Elijah Mikaelson, an Original
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alltid-og-for-evig · 2 years
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Random Klayley Moments (23/???)
“You came.” “Well, you did say it was urgent.” 
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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years
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The funny thing about Steroline is that I ship them both with Klaus.
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matt-murdick · 9 months
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finn mikaelson I am thinking of u
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divinesorciere · 7 months
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@viikingwitch | continued from here.
              That's a thought Davina's been avoiding. Their loved ones, while the list is relatively small for them both ( as well as she knows ), do have a few overlaps. It's what she has always hated about fighting Mikaelsons. Until she broke that damned sireline, the lives of most of the people she loved were connected to that of her enemy.
              Even after it was broken, she was presented with a new problem. Kol's plans for Klaus had never once been to put him down permanently, not like how Davina always wanted to. For better or worse, no matter how much he used him and abandoned him when he was done, Klaus was Kol's brother, and he did love him. Even Marcel loved him. They all did, and she never understood why.
              She faces a similar dilemma, even now. What if she had wanted another fight? One to end things once and for all? With such a close circle of loved ones, lines would have to be drawn in the sand, and she was only truly confident about one person being on her side.
              And she never, ever wanted to force them to face Freya. As much as Davina isn't afraid ( will never admit to being afraid ) of them anymore, a part of her holds a healthy wariness around them all. They are old and powerful and cruel in a way that she probably isn't hopes she isn't.
              If she has to put down old grudges to keep herself, and her people safe, she will. From the surety with which Freya declared herself a protector, she would have to.
              There is still one thing that bothers her. “I don't get you. Why are you so willing to throw away your life, and everyone else's, to protect them?” Even still, there's a more personal question at the forefront of her mind, and has been for a while. “Are you gonna give up your magic to be a vampire and protect them for the rest of your life?”
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katherineholmes · 1 year
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I have always thought that Klaus probably painted many pictures with Tatia's face. He never got over her, he spent entire nights painting that face over and over again. His obsession with her face only got worse after Katherine escaped from him, but now every time he painted it again it was with a mixture of adoration and hatred in equal measure.
I can well imagine him doing paintings where Katherine is being tortured (often by him). The bastard even painted a huge painting depicting the moment where Katherine finds her family slaughtered.
It wasn't until he heard of Elena's existence that Klaus returned to painting that face with the same adoration with which he painted Tatia. His last work before going to Mystic Falls was a painting where he finally breaks his curse; he paints himself holding his new doppelganger in his arms while drinking her precious blood to death...
Okay, so this is incredible to receive, and that headcanon of yours, well, I kinda want to dive right into it, so here we go.
I agree, Klaus never got over Tatia, she was his first love after all. he must've spent countless hours reminiscing over her, and once he could, he absolutely drew her. He likely also hallucinated her asking him to join in her in death when he was afflicted by the hunters curse. And I'm sure that even after the curse was lifted, he was still enamoured with the idea of her, although I doubt he seriously contemplated ending his life after that.
The Katerina one is also fantastic, but I think Klaus was already torturing her when she was on the run. All his life, Klaus has only truly feared one person - Mikael. And for most of his life, that fear was evoked just by rumours of his presence. Klaus hated that Katherine got away, but the way he killed her family, the staging of it, the cruelty of it, was obviously (imo) an imitation of how Mikael tortures him over the centuries. Klaus wanted to make Katherine suffer so he did it in the way that he knows suffering. (Also, is there any gifset of this parallel? The way Klaus staged Katherine's family and the way Mikael staged Marcel and the others in the opera in NOLA?)
Although, now that you've brought this up, Klaus definitely has some paintings of him just torturing his enemies, made in one of his mood swings. And when he does torture them, he likely adds hints of their blood to it like accents. I bet they're hidden away like those letters he collects from his victims.
And Elena, that painting of her being drained by him, I think it's likely the crown jewel of his collection. (Can I include that in some work? Because I can imagine Elena being horrified and fascinated if she finds it.) The adoration with which he paints her lasts till he learns she's alive and then comes back when he realises how inextricably linked to her he is.
This is seriously such a fascinating message though, I love everything about this! Thank you so much for sending me this, and I hope you don't mind the lengthy discussion that followed! (I love diving into Klaus' psyche - so many layers and so rich.)
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hyperactivewhore · 1 year
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Does it ever occur to anyone that had they not been shitty siblings who chose to lock away the only Mikaelson that didn't like vampirism (Finn), they might have known about Freya and Dahlia a lot sooner given Finn watched his aunt take his sister away and knew why? Imagine if he had been around during the early 1920s when during that one year period Freya was awake, I don't doubt she would've have came forward to him. And if Hope was still born, knew it was a matter of time until Dahlia came looking for Freya and his niece.
Fr, I absolutely love the Mikaelson family, I think they're great characters (all of them, and great characters is not ≠ good people, because they're awful people).
But the way they treated Finn (and literally other single person who doesn't share their blood or didn't take Nik's shit) was just awful, and genuinely cruel. This also could lead to how poorly they treated Kol, but that's another whole post.
Like, Finn was in my opinion the only sibling that didn't deserve to die (I love Elijah, Klaus and Kol, but they were- eh), especially considering that he just got caught up in his family toxic dynamic (he didn’t have to try to kill Hope tho) and the fact that he was daggered just because he "was boring" never set right with me.
It's almost sad, because as you said, if he hadn't been daggered, the whole Dahlia thing could have been avoided, Freya would have been in the family a lot before (but she could have died without meeting Keelin, but I don't remember really well the whole Freya immortality and how it worked) and Hope would probably still have been born.
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finnismyoriginalsin · 2 years
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When I think about Finn he mostly pouts at me with like this dejected hangdog expression, I'm like you poor thing have some soup, so you can feel better and I can ravage you 😆😆😆...
and then it turns into what I imagine Finn!Miette to sound like: you DAGGER Finn? you keep his body daggered in a box for 900 years? oh! oh! jail for Klaus and Elijah! jail for One Thousand Years!!!!
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heartfullyferal · 2 years
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You ever just spend 4 hours in the klaus mikaelson tag cause same
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miasmultifandomdump · 8 months
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If I knew how to write music I would totally write an album based on The Originals and it would probably suck but since starting this show I can't stop thinking up lyrics halp!!
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percentstardust · 2 years
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❝ it’s the fullmoon, i don’t wanna ruin my good clothes. ❞ ( carolyn to hope )
werewolf sentences | accepting | @deflvwered
"Oh, your transformations are bound by the moon? I don't have such weaknesses." Yes, she throws in a Star Wars reference for fun. Because she does not have to worry about that. It was the perks of being the tribrid.
"I'm the tribrid so I get automatic immunity to transforming during the moon. Not bragging, just stating a fact." Though, she does have a tip for her fellow wolf.
"You could always change your outfit or when you feel the change coming on, you can start taking off your clothes depending on how fast you change. There's also just wandering around naked, but you could get arrested for that."
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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year
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Master list
I want to preface this by saying I’m sorry for forcing y’all to having to scroll to find my imagines this took like two days to make, also I hope you were not expecting some fancy and beautiful list I am not that talented but this will do the trick.
Also everybody needs to thank @pearlstiare cause she quite literally took me by the hand and walked me through the entire process out of the goodness of their heart, so thank you for being such a wonderful person. Without further or due, enjoy!
Part two of the masterlist
Full list of the characters I write for
Aemond Targaryen
You Are No Dragon
All For The Motherland
My Little Sea Snake
The Apple Of His Eye
Do You Love Me?
‘Till The Seven Rings Of Hell
Take Care Of Me, My Love
I Would Be Honored
Grow Forever, Never Yield
I Will Do It
Lead The Way
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Aegon Targaryen
The Man You Deserve
I Spill My Blood For You
What’s Your Name?
I Want To Try
After You Little Pet
Queen Of My Life
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Jacaerys Velaryon
Do You Want this?
Part One
Part Two
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Cregan Stark
My hearts soldier
My Beloved Wife
Daemon Targaryen
My Moonlight
You Bled For Them, You Decide
Part One
Part Two
An Eye For An Eye
Your Sweet Princess
Are You Mad?
The Death Of Me
She Has Your Eyes
Left Or Right?
It Is Time
What Are You Waiting For Then?
My Turn
We’ll Finish This Later
The Sunflower Of Highgarden
A Risk Taker
Gods Have Mercy
My Dragon
Lady Wife Falling Asleep Headcanon
Tywin Lannister
I Got You, Little Wolf
The Bloody Princess
Massimo Torricelli
Fire And Flame
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Sherlock Holmes
It’s Alright Darling
You Are Family Now
Napoleon Solo
I Got You
Henry Cavill
The Lady Of The House
Part one
Part two
Let Me Have This
Geralt Of Rivia
Protect The Queen
Part one
Part two
There’s Nothing Wrong With Submission
The Dream
Part one
Part two
You Are My Home
Rio
You Can Do Better
A Boy, A Girl And A Game
You Are My Light
She Will Learn
Pete Davidson
The Sun And Moon
Dating Pete Davidson (Spiritual Edition)
Cedric Diggory
You Sneaky Little Fox
Draco Malfoy
We’ll Get Caught
Carlisle Cullen
What’s For Dinner?
Do I Have To?
One Way To Find Out
Just Like You
Of Course Precious
What’s Your Biggest Fear?
Off To Bed For You
Aro Volturi
Lamb For Slaughter
Emmett Cullen
Sir, This Is McDonald’s
That’s My Girl
Edward Cullen
Let Me Do Better
Jasper Hale
Pleasure Is All Mine
Niklaus Mikaelson
You Started This?
Part One
Part Two
My Little Cub
Our Love Is Eternal
Mess Is Mine
Sounds Like Heaven
Maybe It’s Better This Way
Elijah Mikaelson
I Quite Enjoyed It
We’ll See About That
Kai Parker
You’ll Be Fine
See You Around Honey
Excuse Me?
Ivar The Boneless
She Is A Lady
Harwin Strong
I Promise
Look At Me, Princess
I Would Like That
Khal Drogo
Stay With Me
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katherineholmes · 1 year
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Am I the only one who noticed the similarity between the garden scene in Make It Holy and the garden scene in Winona Ryder's Dracula movie? For a moment I imagined Klaus turned into a wolf fucking some unlucky girl. 😱 By the way, the chapter was amazing, I can't wait to find out what will happen!
Okay, I had to answer this the moment I saw it because you are the third person making the Dracula reference.
And I swear to God, I have never seen Dracula! I almost bought the book last week, but I was low on funds at the end of the year lol 😂 It’s on my list to watch, but I’m prepping for exams to get into a masters programme, and I’m extremely strapped for time. I rarely read/watch anything these days, just writing and studying.
But I’m extremely glad that you’re enjoying it.
Also, there is only one girl who can reconcile with Klaus turning into a wolf while fucking her and that’s Elena (it would take her a while to admit she doesn’t mind it though). So if there’s ever anything like that in this fic, it’ll be between them.
Thank you so much! I can’t wait till we get into more Klena moments and some of them are gonna be a bit fucked up if I’m honest 🙈
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starshipsofstarlord · 10 months
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Possession
klaus mikaelson works other tvd works masterlist
Summary -> klaus hates watching you talk with another man, even if it is his brother. and it his duty as the man that owns you to remind you of whom you belong to (1.4k)
Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, possessiveness, some toxicity, jealousy, brief mentions of death and turning, crying
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Venom was poised on Klaus’ tongue as he watched his beloved, glaring daggers at her form as she watched Y/N laugh at something dismal that one of his brothers had said. She was supposed to remember that she belonged to him, she was his mere little human that was his own personal slave for affection.
He sat there, nostrils flaring, as he sipped out of the rich flute, placing it upon the side table before he hauled himself to his feet, stalking toward his girl. She was his, and she wasn’t allowed to forget that, he didn’t care if she was just being friendly, any niceties were reserved for him alone. Elijah sensed the homicidal distress radiating from his sibling, and chose it best to remain by Y/N’s side as Niklaus reached them. “Brother.” He greeted him, bowing his head respectively at the younger one of their family.
Despite the politeness, Klaus wished to scorn the smile that Elijah had caused from Y/N’s face; he had grown more possessive since becoming a hybrid and unlocking his werewolf side. “Get away from my woman, now.” He spoke slowly, reaching towards Y/N and dragging her into his arms as she gently shook. “It’s okay love, I’m here now. Cling to me all you want.”
And she did, her hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as her face rested lowly on his chest, remaining silent as Klaus forbade his brother from sharing the presence of them both in his art room. Because she was his little masterpiece that he had trained to mould around himself, he raised her chin so she was forced to look up at him, their eyes strongly meeting. Y/N knew that she would be in trouble if she broke the visual contact, she had to obey him, he was the one that controlled this relationship, and most times than not her too.
“You belong to me, do you understand that Y/N?” His interrogative enquiry made her physically gulp, but respectfully she nodded at the Original, allowing him to cradle her jaw in his powerful hands until they drifted down her neck, posing a little pressure to the area. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, which made her utter an almost inaudible whimper, that made him smirk to himself. Oh, how he should have made Elijah stay so that he could witness how she folded under his demeanour, and how she knew that she was all his.
“Klaus.”
“That’s right, I want that to be the only name that every slips out from your pretty mouth.” He responded, leading her backwards until her back hit a wet canvas, the stroke of his artistic touch adorning the back of her clothing. “Can you do that love, can you only say my name for all eternity.” He still had yet to turn her, he was waiting until they were both ready for that level of commitment, but for now he was content looming above her, blocking her shadow from the eyes of anyone else.
“Yes. Of course, it shan’t be a problem.” He allowed her hands to trail up upon his shoulders, he walked his stature farther into her, trapping her against the material of the splattered canvas. “That’s my girl.” He smiled adoringly at her, meeting her lips lightly with his own before his actions escalated, and he grew hungrier for her touch. His tongue swept within her gasping mouth, holding her still so that he could execute his calculated attack.
Without need of any compliance from his little object, he raised her dress over her head, finding her completely nude underneath, just the way that he liked her to be. And perhaps that was a reason of many as to why he was startled by the sight of her and Elijah harmlessly conversing. He knew that whenever he wanted, her body was conveniently always prepared for him to take her as he pleased, and that was exactly what he intended to do.
Klaus tossed off his long sleeved shirt, exploiting his exterior to his girl who could only trail her hand down his toned stomach, but he grasped her wrist, shoving it away as he continued to strip down to his birthday suit. And now they were both undressed and ready for what he wanted, Y/N moaned surprised yet not by how he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms, and swooned her body against the wall beside them, his fingertips slipping down and down until they were teasing at her wet entrance.
They easily glided into Y/N’s walls, probing her insides with his long digits, two precisely, as he rested his nose into the crook of her neck, smelling how her blood boiled with arousal and finding it relaxing at how her pulse harshly raised from the contact he granted her with. “Look at how ready your body always is for me, it’s like you were made for me. My pretty little thing.” His words did something to Y/N, made her insides twist as he supplied her with the most sufficient way that he could show her his love.
A whine tore out from Y/N’s throat as he respectfully removed his fingers, leaving her feel empty and dismal in his predator like grasp. However the emptiness was soon filled as he pushed his cock into her cunt, stretching her until she felt perfectly full. It must have been some sick joke, he thought to himself and hid his deviant chuckle in the rasp of a groan; it was really as though his mother had endured she was born into the world in the time he needed her most. He was all he wanted, and it was his duty to ensure that Y/N felt the same way about him.
If she didn’t then there would be nothing to stop all hell from breaking loose, sincerely by the hybrid of course. But he was convinced he had nothing to worry about considering the present as he fucked her without an inkling of guilt or compassion for the fact that one day he would make her like him. “Klaus, holy fuck.” Her head collided back into the wall, no doubt giving her an ache within her head, but he only found it that much more attractive as she became significantly more dazed from the hit on her noggin and the strength behind his starved thrusts.
“Hardly holy.” Klaus corrected her, he was the deepest sin that she had ever committed, and ever would. She was wrapped around him like a shawl, clinging onto dear life until she allowed him to take the humanity of it away. She passionately kissed his neck, biting it as though she was growing her vampiric appetite before she actually turned. “Though your cunt feels like heaven.” He muttered, smirking as he thought that nobody would every see her in this state. This was his Y/N, the goddess of his greediest desires, and he would never allow her to slip away.
“Can I cum, Klaus, please?” There were tears of diamond stimulation in Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, it was as though she was compelled by his swift and jarring movements, pleading for his permission to let her release the sparking build up that was daring to explode within her body. “Please, please, please. Want to cum all over your perfect cock.” Oh did she now? Well that was no surprise, it never was, and she always held it together until he allowed her to release, as she knew the consequences if she didn’t. It wasn’t her orgasm, it belonged to him, and she wasn’t allowed it unless he granted her the lustful wish that was laced elegantly in her mind.
“Cum for me Y/N, I want to feel you cum all over me love.” Not even an instant passed and he felt her walls contract gratefully around him, washing her everlasting attraction for the man that owned her onto his length. Once she had finished her orgasmic bliss, he only fucked her harder, causing tears to dribble from her eyes, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt and emptied his cum deep within her. And although they had both finished he refused to put Y/N down, he just wanted to hold her, in this haven alone, sweetly stroking her hair as he thought that he was the luckiest man undead. He had her, and she was all his.
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