#the originals fanfic

[lis-likes-fics]

Mine

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x werewolf!Reader Word Count: 2.3k words Kink: Biting/Marking Warnings: NSFW, biting, claiming, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex... A/N: Yeah, I'm so tired of writing smut rn but fuck it, we ball. we are halfway through (should be more than halfway but shhh) and we will persevere. Thanks for your patience and enjoy!

Your back slammed into the wall as Klaus' strong hands grasped your hips. His lips smacked against yours. You sighed against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and weaving your fingers into his hair.

He took your lip between his teeth and bit down, kissing you again. Hungry lips moved to devour one another, tongues clashed and fought as the tension in the air turned to heavy heat. Your breath was loud, gasps and sighs escaping you at his touch.

His kiss was heaven, and your head spun as you tasted him. His hands moved to your sides, gripping you to bring you closer to him, even if your bodies were already pressed together so closely. You hummed when his lips pressed to your throat. His teeth darted out to nibble at your skin, red marks arising as he leaned your head back to continue his conquests.

"Klaus," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth parting.

"You taste absolutely delicious, little pup," he smirked, his teeth clasping around your shoulder in a rather large almost-bite.

You moaned when his large hand came up to cup your breast and grasped, sending beautiful sensations straight to your core as another muffled moan slipped from your throat where he bit and sucked and lapped at your skin.

You were already high off his pleasure. Your body felt so alive.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his teeth brushed that special spot on your neck. You were like putty in his hands as he pressed into you harder, just to keep you from slipping down against the wall as you melted against him. He held you tighter, his grip bruising, and bared as if he was going to take a bite out of you.

You gasped when he took hold of your shirt and ripped it from your body with a foul tear. When you went to moan his name again, he silenced you with his lips, biting down on yours again but fore finding your neck and your shoulder and down to the skin of your breasts peeking out of your bra.

His hunger for you was endless as he continued to suck and bite, pulling blood underneath the surface of your skin and creating mark after mark in his quest to claim you.

And he didn't stop there. His mouth traveled further until he was breaching your jeans, working at them as he lavished teeth and tongue at your belly.

Just looking down at him now, you could see how many marks were beginning to form all over you. He was marking his territory, staking his claim like a painter to a finished work of art.

He pulled your jeans down your legs, but he skips straight to your thighs with the intention of marking you up there as well. It takes everything you have to stay standing, to avoid melting in his hold as his hands keep you still by your hips and his lips lavish your skin.

He continued the graze of his teeth until your panties were being slipped down your legs. You were bare, the bottom half of your body entirely naked for him to gaze upon and admire. You held onto his shoulders as he grasped your waist, licking your lips while you took his shirt in your hands and pulled it off of him to expose the expanse of his chest. He was strong and lean, and it showed.

You felt his fingers first, his middle finger brushing through your folds all of the sudden to collect your wetness on his digits with a groan. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re dripping,” Klaus smiled. “Is this all for me, little pup?”

You let out a breathy moan as you nodded. “Yeah. All for you.” He smirked proudly at you, his grin crooked and his eyes dark with lust. His middle finger buried itself inside of you, sinking in all the way as he curled it against that spongy spot within you. A moan slipped past your lips, too loud and too exposing as your hips moved with the curl of his finger.

He coaxed you with his finger a while longer before pulling it out of you, listening interestedly to your disappointed sigh. You watched as he stuck his finger soaked in your arousal between his lips and sucked. You bit your lip.

He hummed, “Absolutely divine.” And then he went in for a better taste.

Klaus leaned forward and your lips parted so delicately when his tongue darted out to lick you. Your breath hitched, halting in your throat as his hot tongue delved between your folds. Like fire coursing through your veins, the warmth consumed you. You melted into him and your hips jerked, seeking his mouth.

His lips wrapped around your pussy, tasting you with an intoxicated moan. When he sucked on your clit, your breath trembled and a whimper managed to weave its way through your vocal chords. His talented tongue glided through your folds, plunging inside of you. He was addicted to your taste as he hummed against you.

He separated from you for a moment to look at you, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers as he stuffed you with them, curling and pumping and spreading them inside you. His lips were swollen from being kissed and bitten, wet with spit and arousal. He stared at you with dark, primal eyes.

“Do you like that, pet?” You mewled. “I know you do. I can hear it in your pretty little moans, I can feel it in the way you squeeze around my fingers…”

“It feels so good,” you sighed, nodding and allowing your hips to seek him out.

He buried his face between your legs again, pulling a leg over his shoulder as he did. His tongue flicked at your clit and drove you insane, worse when he sucked in it. It was not long before you were begging him to let you come, and he didn't deny you. He wanted to taste all of you, conquer all of you.

 "Come, darling. Let go for me. Let me taste you,” he urged, curling his fingers and rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Your body shuddered as you clenched tightly around his fingers, a moan slipping from your lips as you gasped. His hot tongue lapped against you, dipping inside of you to collect everything you gave to him. He grasped your thigh to keep you still as he kept you spread for him, loving every moment of being on his knees for you and watching you come undone.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Look at you. So beautiful.”

You carded your fingers through his hair as you came down, taking a breath and smiling. “Not so bad yourself, handsome.” He raised a playful brow at you, taking hold of you as he hoisted your other leg onto his other shoulder and stood. He carried you on his shoulders like you weighed nothing, and you held onto him as you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t drop you on the way to the bed.

Klaus dropped you onto the bed, smiling down at you as he climbed over the bed and over your body and kissed you, bending down to devour your lips and add a few more bite marks and hickeys to your flesh (as if you hadn’t already received enough of them).

When you heard the sound of his belt buckle clinking, you shuddered against him and tightened your legs around his waist. He took your lip between his teeth and tried not to bite too hard before he unfastened your legs around him and turned you over onto your belly. You moaned at the idea, readjusting yourself to stand on your hands and knees as he grabbed your ass and kneaded the flesh in his hand.

He kissed your shoulder, humming to himself at the new territory he had yet to make his mark on. “I’m going to fill you now, my little pup. I’ll have you trembling before long.”

You already were as a shudder ran down your spine. “Please do.”

He smiled to himself, taking himself from his pants as he pulled down down and off his legs. You could feel his hot length pressing against your fold, sighing at the feeling as he took himself in his hand and pumped his cock twice.

When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock made you feel nice and full as he pushed in inch by delicious inch.  “Be a good pet and moan for me,” he groaned. You clenched around his cock and felt a moan slip from your lips.

His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh. As you continued to tighten around him, he grasped your waist tighter and tighter, pushing himself deep inside of you as he slowly lost a grip on his measured thrusts. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not as forgiving anymore, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat.

“Fuck, Klaus,” you huffed.

Rather than respond, he just bent down to press his chest to your back as his lips and teeth continued their conquest. His teeth were not as dull as he became more and more consumed by pleasure. The dull cut of his fangs grazed the skin of your back.

The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion. The arousal was leaking down your flesh, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet.

You fist the sheets as he fucked you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. Your legs were a trembling mess, your arms were slowly dwindling in the strength they needed to hold you up. You lost track of your moans, you could hardly hear yourself begging Klaus to keep going.

"More," you begged, despite the loss of breath in your lungs, despite the haze of your mind. You chased the pleasure, pleading for it to swallow you whole as you took all that he gave you. "Please, more." He cursed under his breath.

He braced one hand next to your head as you reached out to grab it. His breath was loud in your ear, full of broken moans disguised as heavy grunts.

"I like you begging," he purred in your ear.

You clenched around him, whimpering at the feeling of his cock keeping you full as his hips thrust into you. "Please let me cum, Klaus," you moaned. "I need it, feels so good. Please."

He hummed deeply, satisfied with your pleas as he smiled. "Very well, then," he said, his thrusts becoming a little rougher and his hands gripping you a little tighter. You nearly cried out when his finger found your clit, pressing down and rubbing rhythmically as he worked to push you over the edge.

You were getting so close, addicted to the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was close too, with the way his breaths become moans, the way his thrusts become a little bit more erratic.

“Klaus,” you gasped. “Klaus, please. Gonna cum!”

He kept going, his breath fast and deep. "Cum for me, love." His thumb moved quicker, and the sparks went wild in your belly. You moaned deeply as you squeezed around his cock, your breath stuck in your throat for a moment as your orgasm washed over you.

He gripped you tighter by the hips, moaning at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him as you clenched his cock in a snug fit inside you. He cursed under his breath, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You felt his sharp fangs graze your skin, teasing your flesh for a moment as he kept rocking into you. With a few rough thrusts of his hips, he buried his cock as far inside of you as he could go as he came.

Your vision blurred and you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin, piercing your flesh and burning in your veins like a fierce ecstasy. He groaned roughly as he spilled inside of you, rutting his hips a couple more times as he rode out his high.

He pulled away from you, kissing the bite mark Imprinted into your skin as he claimed you with much more than a simple love bite. He sighed deeply, a pleased hum slipping past his lips  before he pulled out of you.

You sat back on your knees as you caught your breath, bringing your hand to your shoulder where he'd buried his teeth. "Did you claim me?" you asked, looking up at him in surprise.

He disappeared one moment and reappeared in the next, a damp cloth in his hand as he rounded you once more. He wrapped an arm around you from behind and kissed your neck again, licking the skin and taking it between his teeth once more.

"You're mine," he whispered.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Ruin You

kinktober day 5 - corruption kink

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader

Summary: Klaus takes a lot of pleasure in ruining the Salvatore's sister.

Warnings: Some strong language, smut, oral sex (f receiving), rough(ish) sex, unprotected sex.

A/N: Reader is a vampire if it wasn't obvious.

"Look at you, little Salvatore." Klaus smirked from where he was positioned between your legs, his hand splayed out across your bare stomach. "Such a mess for me."

You could only respond with a desperate moan as he dragged his tongue through your folds, making you squirm beneath his touch.

"Klaus." You panted, unable to keep your eyes open as he pushed his tongue inside you.

Despite your current position, you didn't like Klaus much. How could you? All he'd done since coming to Mystic Falls was make your brothers' lives Hell. And although you hated him, you couldn't deny that you were attracted to him.

Which was why you were currently flat against your mattress with Klaus' head between your legs. And as he continued to work his mouth over you, you struggled to keep still, heat beginning to pool in your belly.

But before you could reach your release, he pulled his mouth away, smirking at you as he climbed up the length of your body.

"Such an innocent little thing aren't you?" He growled, tracing his finger down the length of your throat. "Your brothers will be furious if they find out what I've been doing to their sweet sister."

"Yeah well they're not gonna find out." You argued, your skin seeming to come alight at the touch of Klaus' fingertips.

"We'll see about that love."

He quickly slipped your t-shirt over your head, leaving you completely bare before him. And then he dipped down, lazily dragging his lips across your chest before getting up to step out of his jeans.

He was back on you in seconds, already dragging the tip of his cock through your folds.

"Klaus." You whined, bucking your hips up toward him.

He just pressed his hand against your stomach, keeping you flat against the bed as he teased you. "Look at you, you're bloody desperate for me to ruin you aren't you?"

"Klaus." You whimpered, not even bothering to argue with him. You just wanted him inside you. "Please."

"As you wish." He chuckled before pushing himself all the way inside you, making you cry out at the force.

He gave you no time to adjust to him before he started thrusting himself inside you at an already bruising pace.

You let out a pained sound at the stinging feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls but he didn't let up. He just continued to forcefully slap his hips up into you, one of his hands curled around your shoulder to keep you in place.

"What a sight you are." Klaus said proudly, a devilish smirk on his face as he pounded into you.

You could only respond with a loud moan as you squirmed beneath his hold, the pressure in your stomach building.

"Harder!" You pleaded, screwing your eyes shut as Klaus continued to thrust himself inside you.

"You sure about that love?"

"Klaus...please..."

He just let out a quiet laugh before pushing himself into you even harder, making the bed shake beneath you both. You were surprised the bed hadn't collapsed yet.

The sound of skin smacking against skin echoed loudly around your bedroom and you hoped to god that nobody was in the house because it was too late to be quiet now.

And after a few more hard thrusts inside you, you felt the fire that had been building in your stomach finally explode, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Klaus continued to slam into you.

You practically screamed when you came around his cock and it didn't take him long to reach his release as seconds later, he was twitching inside you.

Klaus groaned when he finally filled you with his release, slipping out of you and stepping back to look at his work.

"Bloody hell." He breathed out, a proud smile expanding across his features as he stared down at you. "You're a mess, little Salvatore."

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[tofics]

Out Of This World

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester

Summary: You and the Mikaelsons are fighting a powerful witch that's trying to take over New Orleans. The only solution: banishment to another universe. However, the spell goes... wrong, and it's not the witch that ends up in another universe, but you. - At the same time, over a thousand miles away in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm goes off: a rift has opened up. The Winchesters and their angel partners in crime decide to investigate. What will they find when they get to New Orleans?

Word count: 4949 words

Warnings: cursing, violence, murder, mention of blood, allusions of panic attacks.

You skidded around the corner, barely missing a stack of cardboard boxes by an inch. You jumped around it, almost flying past the pile. Your blood was rushing in your ears, your heart almost jumping out of your chest, pumping the adrenaline through your body. Behind you, you heard the evil snicker of your persecutor, hard on your heels. Before you knew it, you reached a wall that cut off your path abruptly. A dead end. You were cornered.

Slowly, you turned around. There she was, a sneer cutting across her face. Despite the few feet between you, you could see the glint in her dark eyes. Again, the witch laughed triumphantly.

"Really? An evil laugh for an evil witch? How terribly cliché," you pressed out between two wheezes. There was a sharp stitch on your right side. Running had never been your thing anyway. You leaned down and rested your hands on your knees while trying to catch your breath. Once this is over, you really have to get into better shape, you told yourself.

The witch was still sneering at you, taking her sweet time to make a move on you. You could imagine that she was enjoying this thoroughly. What started as a challenge for power, trying to dethrone Niklaus and his siblings as rulers of the French Quarter, had resulted in a bloody, messy, magical war. For months, she had been threatening the Mikaelsons and everyone that stood by them. Where threats didn't work, death followed. Quite a few of the Mikaelson's closest followers and allies had lost their lives to the woman in front of you, and yet, you were sure to rank high on her win list: as Elijah's girlfriend, she'd probably enjoy your death a lot more than any of her previous kills. This particular death would strike them hard. Shake them to the core. Possibly - hopefully - destabilize them to a point where they'd fall apart from within and she could easily pluck them apart, one by one, until all of the siblings where gone.

"Not even a true Mikaelson, and yet you're just as snarky as the rest of them. What an obnoxious trait. So full of yourself, all of you. It's a disease. But, not to worry. I'll have that cured in no time," the witch quipped back at you, with so much sweetness in her voice that it made you gag.

"Who's full of herself now?" you muttered to yourself. The sorceress in front of you tsk-ed at you and got into casting stance. She reached into her cloak and brought a fistful of something to her mouth before blowing into her closed fist. Black dust spewed out from between her fingers and hung in the air in front of her like black glitter. You straightened at the sight of her palms turning towards you, the first few words of a spell that was sure to bring you death (and a painful one at that) slowly meandering out from between her lips like a snake, inching itself towards its victim relentlessly.

Okay, feel free to intervene any second now, you thought, trying not to glance around for the rescue that you knew was coming. This plan had been weeks in the making and you weren't about to foil it by giving anything away by accident. Soft dark clouds, looking like droplets of black ink in water were forming around you, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Your eyes began to water as the dark vapor drifted closer and started to engulf you. It stung in your nose, giving off a terrible sulfur stench. You tried your best not to inhale it, but soon you were completely enveloped in the black mist. The first breath burned a straight trail down into your lungs and set them on fire. You began to cough, grasping at your throat, slowly choking on the dark magic the witch was blanketing you with.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire, both from the growing lack of oxygen and the vapor that was eating itself into you. Your legs started to give out underneath you and you fell to your knees as you gasped for air.

Any... second... now... you thought, every word feeling heavy in your brain, as if every word weighed a ton. Just as your vision started to flicker and blur, you registered movement out of the corner of your eye. Something whisked past you from behind you at top speed. You heard an "oomph", followed by the sound of a body being smacked to the ground. Almost instantaneously, the black vapor that surrounded you fizzled away and fresh air finally streamed into your lungs.

You wheezed and sputtered, now on your hands and knees as snot dripped out of your mouth and mixed with your tears and spit on the ground. You were relieved to finally be breathing oxygen again, your lungs however still felt like they were on fire and your throat was about as dry as sand paper.

While you were catching your breath, a lot of action was happening in front of you. Klaus had tackled the witch to the ground and Elijah had shackled her, rendering her immobilized. He grabbed her by her collar and dragged her up against the left wall of the alley. Meanwhile, Freya came out from behind the boxes you had almost run into, hands up and feverishly mumbling, casting the incantation that was supposed to free you all of the witch's evil.

You felt a hand on your back first, and then you were lifted to your feet. Hayley was on your left and Jackson was to your right; both of them had an arm slipped through yours to hold you steady. They shot you concerned looks as you were still struggling for breath. You weakly smiled back as a gesture of I'm okay, don't worry about me.

Freya continued casting in front of you. Her voice grew louder and stronger with each word. Despite clearly being outnumbered, the evil sorceress laughed, seemingly amused by Freya's casting.

"Silence." Elijah's eyes were dark with fury as he ordered the witch to quiet, but her laugh just turned shrill before Klaus struck her across the face. Her laugh briefly sputtered as she sunk down, forced to her knees by the force of the blow. Blood dripped from her split lip and smeared across her teeth. It turned her sneer into a bloody grimace.

"You're making a grave mistake, Niklaus Mikaelson."

Now it was Niklaus' turn to laugh.

"I doubt it, Athea." He bend down on one knee in front of her. "On the contrary, actually. You know, I've got my fair share of enemies in this town. But even they have agreed that we must rid this beautiful city of this plague." Niklaus grabbed Athea by the jaw and locked it in place so she was eye to eye with him. "Now, since we cannot seem to kill you - a very annoying obstacle, I must say - we had to find a different way to get rid of you, didn't we."

Freya started to stumble, the weight of the casting taking its toll on her. Immediately, Elijah was by her side and put a hand on her shoulder. It steadied her in more than just one way. She was reaching the pinnacle of the incantation and needed her brothers' power to cast the final piece of it.

"Klaus? Less talking, more killing?!" Hayley called out from next to you. Klaus smiled in return and got back on his feet to join his brother at Freya's side.

"Right you are, little wolf. I so wish we could drag this out, but alas, time is of the essence. Farewell, Athea. You will not plague this world ever again." Klaus put his hand on Freya's open shoulder with a content smile on his face.

Freya started on the last few sentences of the spell. The air in the alley started to flicker like heat over pavement on a hot day. The hair on the back of your neck started to stand up as you felt a buzzing sensation all around you, as if someone had charged the air with electricity.

Then, Freya spoke the final words. For a moment, everything in your vision seemed to sharpen. It was eerily quiet.

Then, a massive beam of light erupted from all around you, turning the world into nothing but a bright white.

Over a thousand miles away from New Orleans, in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm went off. The buzzing sound vibrated through the entire place, accompanied by the red flashes of warning lights.

"Oh, what now," Dean Winchester growled. He had just begun to sort through his equipment that he'd need for the next few hours: a whole day of working on the cars in the garage of the bunker. Throw in some beers and some rock music, and you had Dean's favorite kind of day off. They'd just come back from a hunt the day before and he had been looking forward to fixing what needed fixing and mending what needed mending. He went into auto-mode when working on a car; it took his mind off things and allowed him to relax.

Dean put the wrench down that he was holding and wiped his hands on the cloth stuck in his waistline. He sighed. "Can't get one damn day of peace around here," he mumbled to himself and left the garage to head to the war room.

When he arrived, he found his brother Sam and both the angels Castiel and Jack already gathered around the map table. As he approached it, he could make out a blinking light at the south of the United States.

"What is it?" Dean peered at the speckle of light blinking feverishly on the map. Sam answered him. "It's... a rift." He looked around at the men gathered the table before he scratched his neck. "I guess the update does work. This is the first one to pop up since we tweaked the settings. At least the first one to be registered."

"Where is it?" Jack, the younger of the angels chimed in. He leaned forward to get a better look at the map. "From what I can tell... New Orleans." Sam replied after checking a few parameters. There were a few seconds of silence between the men before Dean cleared his throat. "Alright." He rubbed a hand over his face as if trying to wipe the exhaustion away that was written all over it, but to no avail. He looked exhausted and worn down. "Guess we have no choice but to check it out. Cas, get your things, we're leaving in thirty. Sam, you stay here with Jack and keep an eye on the table, 'case few more of these turn up. We'll call you if we need back up." Sam nodded and sat down to check through the table's settings while Jack slowly sunk into the chair next to him. There was a hint of disappointment in the young angel's eyes, but he didn't disagree with Dean. He knew that the older Winchester didn't fully trust him and that he had to keep his head down to earn that trust back.

Castiel and Dean left the war room in direction of their respective rooms to gather their belongings for the trip. Once they were out of earshot, Castiel leaned over to Dean. "What do you think this means?" Dean shook his head in response. "I've got no idea, but it can't be good."

The explosion of light faded just as quickly as it had started. Your eyes took a moment to adjust. Black spots danced in your field of vision and there was a penetrating ringing sound in your ears. You moaned and held your head as you stumbled around while your body tried to recover. Slowly, the ringing faded away to a barely noticeable hum and your vision cleared up too.

Once you could clearly see, you stood up straight. Your brain took a moment to register what your subconscious had picked up on within nano-seconds: something was wrong. Where just a moment ago Elijah, Freya and Klaus had stood, there was no one. Hayley and Jackson were gone from your side as well. Even the witch wasn't there. Athea's disappearance was somewhat comforting - after all, that had been the goal all along - but your stomach churned at the sight of the empty spots where your family and friends should have been.

Did the spell transport all of them? you wondered while temporarily frozen in place. It was like your body had to catch up to what your brain was processing. A slow sensation of panic crept up your spine and filled your limbs with an unpleasant tingling sensation. This hadn't been part of the plan. They weren't all supposed to disappear. Just Athea. "Okay, breathe," you told yourself and forced yourself to follow your own order. You took a few deep breaths and unclenched the fists that your hands had formed into, stretching out your fingers a couple of times before you quickly shook your shoulders loose. You can figure this out.

For a lack of a better option, you head towards the entrance of the alley. Perhaps they got thrown back by the power of the spell, you mused. After all, you'd been further away from Athea and the siblings. That didn't explain Hayley and Jackson's disappearance, but you figured you had to start somewhere.

Your legs were still a bit wobbly, presumably from both the near-death experience of choking on magical vapor as well as being light-bombed. You took it slow, taking your time with each step until you were sure that you wouldn't keel over. The extra time it cost you to reach the entry of the alleyway gave you plenty opportunity to inspect your surroundings for any clues about where your people might have disappeared to. You looked around for any signs of foul play while the never-ending feeling that something, something just wasn't right nagged at you. Something was off.

That's when it hit you.

Your stomach lurched as you reached the entrance of the alley where you'd carried out your big plan and you realized what exactly was wrong. There had been spray paint on the wall behind where Klaus had tackled Athea to the floor. Nothing groundbreaking, just a tag someone had quickly sprayed on the bricks. Now, however, the wall was bare. It was still the same old brick wall, covered in specks of dirt here and there, but there was no spray paint on it. The stack of boxes that you'd almost knocked over was also missing. It should have been to your left, but it wasn't. In fact, there wasn't a single card-box in sight. The alleyway wasn't exactly 'clean', but it wasn't nearly as packed with litter and trash as it had been just a few moments ago.

"No... no, no, no, no." Your whisper grew more panicked with each syllable. The faint humming sound in your ears picked back up as your blood began to rush through your body again. Panic rose in your chest and tightened its grip until you felt like you couldn't breathe, oxygen be damned.

The spell had worked. They had successfully sent someone to an alternate universe, just like they had planned. It just wasn't Athea who'd been transported from one universe to another.

It was you.

Elijah experienced the finale of their plan take place on various levels. He heard Freya cast the last piece of the incantation. He felt it, too, the energy that flowed through his and his brothers arm into Freya, their conduct for the spell. Once his sister spoke the final words he felt a massive tug on his lifeforce, taking a piece so big that if he wasn't immortal, he was sure he wouldn't have survived it. They had known that the spell they had found was ancient, dark magic. The scripture had made vague points about how costly it was, but they had been sure that with his and Klaus' energy combined, they'd be able to supply Freya with all the mana that was required for the incantation to work. Still, the final piece of the cut into him with a kind of force that he'd never experienced before. It forced him to his knees and weakened his senses all at once.

Elijah didn't know if his vision blurred or if it was the air around him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Klaus go down as well. Almost the same second the energy was sucked out of him, he felt it in the air around him, charged and ready to explode at the slightest spark. He moaned, unable to move. His hand was stuck to his sister's shoulder through her magic. It felt like it had fused to Freya and they were now linked together for eternity, hand to shoulder and shoulder to hand. The energy around him grew denser and pressed on him, it trickled over his skin and left sizzling trails.

Elijah's muscles spasmed under the electric force and he groaned. A buzzing sound had built in the back of his head and was now stretching toward his frontal lobe, where it pressed against the bone of his skull from the inside. He thought his head might explode until suddenly, everything became very still, like the quiet before a storm. It lasted for about a nano-second until the energy that had condensed around him blew up and drenched the world in light until all he could see was white.

When he came to, Elijah was on the ground. Pieces of pebble were piercing through his skin where it had become exposed from his suit shifting. The buzzing sound had given away to a ringing in his ears and the growing pressure on his skull was gone. Instead it was replaced by a booming hammering sensation that sent rhythmic thrills of pain through his head. He groaned and shifted his weight so he could sit up. His eyes were still sensitive to the light and he had to partially shield them so that he could see anything, despite the light in the alley having returned to normal.

He first saw Freya. She was down on her hands and knees, shaking and panting. Next to her was Niklaus, who seemed to be recovering from the same ordeal as Elijah; the spell had knocked him out flat as well.

Elijah's gaze drifted forward. He felt the area under his eyes trickle as anger shot through him. There, hunched against the wall, lay Athea. She seemed to have been knocked back into the bricks by the force of the spell as blood was running down from the back of her head. Elijah smelled it, but it wasn't the reason for his vamp face to come to the surface. It was his anger, mixed with frustration. Clearly, the spell had worked. They'd paid the price for sure. He couldn't be killed, but he felt like he was just about as close to dying as he could be as an immortal.

So why was she still here? What had gone wrong?

He rose to his feet, fueled by anger, frustration and worry. Athea may temporarily be blacked out, but she would soon come to and he knew what she'd do then. He staggered over to the witch and grabbed her by the hair to pull her close. He was tempted to rip into her throat right then and there, to watch her lifeforce spill out of her and form a puddle beneath her useless body. But he knew it was no use. The Mikaelsons had learned soon enough that Athea had set herself up good and made sure that she couldn't be killed. Not for long, anyway. She always came back.

Elijah snarled and pushed her head back, appalled by the woman in front of him. She'd caused him and his family so much pain over the last few months and he wanted to see her pay for it. This spell had been their last hope. He had no idea what he was going to do now. How he was going to protect his family, or Hayley. How he was going to protect you.

"What... what happened?" Freya coughed behind him and crawled over to them.

"It didn't work! That's what happened!" Klaus shouted, his voice full of fury. His brother had always had a temper, but this time, Elijah felt it was justified.

"It did work, Klaus. You felt it. The spell worked. I don't understand why she's still here." Freya crawled closer to inspect Athea's unconscious body.

"Clearly, it bloody didn't! This was all for nothing!" Klaus' rage was boiling and he took it out on the wall in front of him. His fist left a cracked imprint on the bricks.

"Niklaus," Elijah warned. Niklaus' anger may have been justified, but there was no time for antics. They had to come up with a plan and they had to do it now.

"Elijah?" Hayley's voice was tinged with fear. He began to turn around to console her. "It's alright, Hayley, we'll find a w-" He abruptly stopped when he spotted the gap between Hayley and Jackson. Both of them were still standing as if they'd just been holding you up a second ago, each of them with a raised arm that had been looped through yours. Elijah got up and walked over to them as if in trance.

"Where's Y/N?" he asked. Neither Hayley nor Jackson answered him. They had no answer. Elijah rolled his sleeves up as if getting ready for battle. It was a subconscious move, a displacement activity. He felt the gnawing feeling of panic set in in his stomach.

"Hayley. Where's Y/N?" he repeated in a calm, quiet demeanor. His auto-pilot was taking over. Hayley looked at him and he saw the shock and fear in her eyes. "She... Elijah, she disappeared..." she whispered as tears welled in her eyes.

Elijah stumbled back as if her words had struck him in the face.

"No... no..." Freya was coming up behind him and stared at the spot between the two wolfs where you had been standing just a few moments ago. "But... that's impossible! It's not possible! The spell was customized to Athea, not Y/N!"

"Freya." Although Elijah said her name like a statement, the unspoken question hung in the air. His sister turned to look at him. Fear and confusion were battling for dominance on her face. "Elijah, I don't know what happened. It's not possible. None of the words I said even remotely referred to Y/N. I have no idea how..." She trailed off. Then laughter came from behind them.

"You fools! I told you you were making a grave mistake! Ha ha ha!" Athea cackled as they turned around to her. Blood was still running from her mouth and her face appeared sunken in, with dark circles forming under her eyes. She continued to laugh while she occasionally sputtered and coughed up more blood.

Klaus was the first to react. He whooshed over to her side and grabbed her by the scalp. "What did you do, you useless bitch?" he snarled at her, but Athea just kept on laughing.

"Did you really think I was going to walk into your trap like that?" Athea sneered at Klaus as a red line trickled from her mouth. Again she coughed and spat out more blood.

"No... how...?" Freya's eyes widened in shock as she registered the meaning behind Athea's words. She'd known all along what they had been up to and had somehow... what? Manipulated the spell? "A spell of this character can't be manipulated! She doesn't have the power! I needed you two to even try to pull it off and even then we weren't sure it was gonna work. There's no way she could have altered it on her own." Freya was thinking out loud while she paced around.

"Then how did she do it? Did she have help?" Jackson's rusty voice cut in. He looked around as if he anticipated a line of enemies to come out of hiding at any second and attack them.

"I don't think so. A circle to back her up would have needed to be massive and they'd have needed to be physically attached to her, like Klaus and Elijah touched me. No, she..." Again, Freya trailed off and hesitated for a moment, then she quickly walked over to Athea.

Their enemy witch looked worse by the second. Her skin had taken on a greyish tone and the circles under her eyes had turned a dark purple. Her face, however, still had a stoic, defiant expression all over it. Freya knelt in front of her and grabbed the sorceress by the shoulder. "How did you do it? How did you hijack the spell? That's the only way you could've done it!" she shouted and shook the woman in front of her. The commotion caused Athea to cough again and blood splattered across her chest. She gave Freya a crimson red smile. "Wouldn't you like to know, Freya Mikaelson."

Klaus wrapped a hand around Athea's throat and squeezed slightly. "Tell us what you did, or I'll rip your head off right here and now." His fingers pressed into her throat with more force now, visibly obstructing the witch's airflow. She gasped for air but still... smiled. "Don't waste your strength on me, Niklaus. My time has come anyway." She gasped and coughed again before she continued. "I knew what you had planned and I knew I didn't have enough power to stop the spell. I knew my time in this world was coming to an end, but I wasn't going to go without a fight." She wheezed and the air in her lungs rattled and blubbered. "What did you do!" Klaus shook her by the throat as his voice echoed through the alleyway.

"I hijacked the spell," Athea replied hoarsely and gave another of her bloody smiles. There was a sense of triumph in voice. "But how?" Freya implored. She had no idea how a spell of this character could be manipulated, let alone hijacked. Unless... Athea cackled. "A good witch never reveal's all her secrets. Isn't that what the mortals say?" Klaus tightened his grip on Athea's throat and pushed her up the wall. Her entire weight was now on Klaus' grip around her neck; her feet dangled a few inches above the ground. "There's nothing good about you, you old crone," he growled. "Enough chitchat. Tell us what you did, or I'll rip you apart limb by limb, no matter how many times it takes until you sing." The witch didn't reply. She gasped for air, but her hands didn't claw at Klaus' hand like any other person might've done. Below them, Freya knelt down and inspected the ground. She soon found what she was looking for and rubbed a pinch of the black powder between her fingers.

"Klaus." The hybrid didn't relent his grip on Athea's throat, so Freya started again. "Klaus, it's no use. She's dying anyway." "Whatever do you mean?" Elijah approached the three of them from behind. Hayley and Jackson followed on his heel. "Just what I said. She's dying." His sister held out her hand to him and showed him the black stains. "When I was still with Daliah, she once told me about the myth about the fruit of the tree of life. Supposedly you could use its dried remnants to redirect any spell or curse thrown at you with ease, but no one had found a fruit in centuries. It was presumed to have gone extinct." Freya gestured over to Athea as she continued. "I have no idea how she got one... but this is what she must have used to redirect the spell to Y/N."

"Okay, great, that's one question answered. But why is she dying? I thought she couldn't die?" Hayley defensively crossed her arms in front of her chest. "She can't, not in a traditional way. But this spell is so old and so powerful, it overwrites any other spell. It becomes the default setting. Any power that she invested into enchantments to secure her life must have been redirected into our incantation, to uphold her end of the bargain, so to say. She traded Y/N for herself. Even if she only hijacked the spell and didn't try to counter it, it must have cost massive amounts of mana." The Mikaelson witch paused and briefly looked down. "So much, in fact, that all of her previous enchantments weren't enough. So she's paying with her life."

"Aren't you a clever little witch. It's a pity Dahlia lost control over you. We could have benefited from a clever one like y-" Athea was abruptly cut off when Elijah zoomed over to her and ripped off her head. It fell to the ground with a soft thump and rolled a couple of times before coming to a halt a few feet away from its previous body.

"Freya," Elijah said as he got his handkerchief out and cleaned a few bloody stains from his hand. "Tell me you know how to bring Y/N back, now that you've discovered the reason for this... mishap." The threat in his voice wasn't meant for his sister. He'd stared at the bodiless head on the ground as he had spoken.

"That's just it, brother. I have no idea."

A/N: It's here! I'm so excited! 🥳 This was so much fun to write and I can't wait to get started on the next chapter. This one got kind of long, but I felt that that was necessary to set the whole story up properly. The next chapter(s) might not be as long 😅 Depending on how much time I can find in the next days it should be up by next week.

Continue reading here: Chapter 2

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synopsis: Niklaus Mikaelson: the beast, the monster, the cruelest man to ever step on Earth. Thats how others see him. And they aren't wrong. But that does not mean that he needs to be that way all the time. Not when he's surround by people he love.

warnings: vampire stuff. kidnapped. death. the usual when it comes about him.

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• You were kidnapped. Again. Klaus rescued you. Again. No one other than you both survived to tell the storie. Again. Honestly, it's getting boring. The first three times you were affraid and all, now it's more a break of your responsabilities than anything else.

• If was for someone to be worried, it would be you. You were sitting the whole time, the only thing you had to deal with was the discussions of your kidnappers. Klaus was the one that fought. He didn't need to, you both know that he's powerful enough to get you without even touching anyone there, but he bathed in blood. If someone need to be worried, it would be you.

• But Klaus seem to not be so normal about those things. What for you is already something commonplace, for Klaus is still as scary as it was on the beginning. Surrounded by corpses, all of Klaus' wrath turned into care.

• Klaus released you from the ropes, caressing your scarred skin, not even noticing that he was staining you with blood. You kissed him, it's been centuries since you didn't care about blood anymore, in an attempt to calm him down. It's almost like he was the one in danger.

• Your calm didn't matter to Klaus. You were fine, safe, but that didn't mean anything. Klaus took you back to the Mikaelson mansion, ignoring when you said he didn't need to carry you, and it wasn't until you both were alone in your shared bedroom that he allowed himself to relax.

• Klaus prepared a bathtub with hot water, and helped you undress the same way you did with him. Nudity meant nothing, it was just natural. Intimate. You helped him clean up the blood. Klaus massaged your body still marked by the ropes. In silence, you communicated everything you needed.

• You dried off, dressed, and got into bed together. You couldn't eat anything, and Klaus has had more blood in one night than most vampires have in an entire month. You felt the heat of Klaus's body, his breath echoed on yours, his fingers caressed your skin.

• When you awoke, the ghost of his touch remained at her side. When looking for him around the mansion, you found Klaus cooking for the two of you. You just watched him, letting peace envelop you.

• Everything was just fine. With Klaus, everything will forever be just fine.

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Eavesdropping | Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Klaus overhears you confess your true feelings toward him. 

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You stood at the sink, scrubbing away at the dirty dishes, phone between your cheek and shoulder as you talk to one of your girlfriends. There would be a birthday party thrown in honor of another friend and currently she was trying to pursued you into taking a date. 

“I don’t have someone I can take as my date,” 

“yes you do! What about that blonde hunk always hanging around you? I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” 

You glance over your shoulder, making sure no one was home. The house was full of silence, “Klaus?” You ask, turning back to the dishes, “He.. he’s just a friend.” 

“He is not! Girl, he is in love with you! No doubt.” 

You softly sigh, “Well, if he would admit it, that would be fantastic. I’ve only been in love with him for 2 years now.” 

“2 years?!” 

“Yes! 2 whole years. He’s always been so hot and cold about me. I’ve never known his true feelings and I never wanted to overstep my boundaries and make things awkward. That’s the worst thing I could do.” 

“Maybe now’s the time you should tell him. If I can see he’s in love with you, that has to be how he feels for you. Klaus would be dumb not to admit his true feelings for you. You’re a catch and he’d be lucky to have you!” 

You drop your tone to only a mumble, “He’s so hot, y/f/n. and I am completely in love with him.” You groan, “I mean beautifully hot. Just.. his body is sculptured like a god. He has such a kind heart, even if he’s shown other people something completely opposite. He’s absolutely perfect.” 

Unbeknownst to you, he’d walked into the kitchen, stopping in the door way to listen in on your conversation. He’d overheard his name over the phone and pondered what you two could be talking about. He was not expecting to hear what he did come out of your mouth. 

He can’t help but smirk, “who’s absolutely perfect?” 

Your body jumped at his voice, your phone dropping into the suds filled sink as you turn to face him, “Klaus!” You pressed a wet and sudsy hand over your heart. 

He chuckles softly, stepping into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I only just walked in.” 

You catch your breath, “So you didn’t hear the conversation?” 

He shakes his head, “only the last part.” He pulls your phone from the sink, “this is a tragedy.” He holds your ruined phone in his hands, setting it aside, “Don’t worry love I’ll buy you a new one.” 

“Considering it was your fault for scaring me!” You playfully hit him in the chest, leaving suds on his maroon shirt. You face the sink once more to finish the last few dishes. 

He steps around you to walk away, a soft smirk on his face as he watches you for a moment, before whispering in your ear, “I’m very fond of hearing you speak of my body as being.. what was it you said? sculptured like a god?” 

Your body went stiff flushing with embarrassment; he had overheard your conversation. “Klaus-” 

Busted. By the time you’d turn around to face him, he was already exiting the kitchen. 

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dear, sweet elijah | e.m.

You are a witch who was adopted by the Mikaelsons when your parents died in the village. Barely a child yourself, Esther Mikaelson fulfilled your mother’s dying wish and took you in as her own. 

That’s why, besides Freya, the two of you are the most powerful and the oldest witches alive. 

When Elijah flees the country to head to Paris - thus separating himself from his siblings and the Hollow - he eventually returns and regains his memories. 

This is what happens for both of you during that time. 

Set during the originals season 5 

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Their curse is always and forever. A pact made in the aftermath of blood and pain and anguish over their new reality, confined to an immortal life and watching the ones they love die. 

But not them. Not the Mikaelsons. They’ve seen empires rise and fall, they’ve seen their siblings kill the ones who dare to love them, they’ve fled for their lives in fear of their mother, their father, their aunt. 

You parted from them in 1919 when Rebekah called Mikael to New Orleans. With a final kiss to Klaus’ forehead - as he was the closest to your heart, though Elijah had always had it - and a longing look to the man you’ve always loved, you fled back in the direction of the burning opera house. 

The Mikaelsons never saw you again. They believed you to be dead. 

Rebekah would never forget the way Niklaus screamed. 

One hundred years later, the trio reunited with you when they returned to New Orleans and Klaus was told that a werewolf named Hayley Marshall was carrying his child. Rebekah hadn’t known it was you until she saw your eyes. Everything about you was different. 

Your hair, your clothes, even your name. 

But someone who had spent a thousand years with you would never forget those eyes. So old... and just so sad. 

Rebekah and Klaus would come to learn that you had alienated yourself from everyone during the hundred years of being in New Orleans alone. You’d fallen in love with a vampire named Jean, one of the eldest ones in the city, and Marcel had killed him for associating with a witch. 

A witch who had no coven. An independent witch who everyone else feared. 

When Marcel had killed your significant other, you’d burned over two dozen vampires in retaliation. He’d never tried to cross you again. The vampires knew better. The witches knew better. The wolves... they had no say. They’d never been able to have a say in the matters of the Quarter. 

You remember the first time you saw Niklaus strolling down the streets of the quarters towards the most well known bakery in town. You knew exactly why he was going there. 

Beignets. 

  “Good morning! What can I help you with today?” 

Klaus smiled at the young cashier and lifted his eyes to the menu, preparing to remove a wad of bills and slide them across the counter. “I will take-” 

  “Mr. Mikaelson will take as many beignets as you are willing to give him, Anna,” Klaus froze as a familiar voice drifted through the sun-lit open front doors to the cafe. He hadn’t heard that voice in a hundred years. “And he’ll take them to go.” 

  “Right away!” 

Niklaus Mikaelson wasn’t one privy to the feelings that come with shock, or being caught off guard. He was the strongest and the most feared monster to live on this earth. He was hated. He was okay with being hated. 

But the one person who had loved him in spite of all of that was you, and you were standing in front of him for the first time in a hundred years. 

  “Y/N?” 

  “My dear, sweet Niklaus... did you miss me?” 

So much had happened since then. Dahlia, Marcel, the war between the witches and the vampires, nearly losing four of the Mikaelson siblings in one swift go... That nearly ended you. You might despise Elijah for the things he makes you feel - and the things he has chosen to so blatantly ignore when Hayley is within his grasps - but you still love him. You don’t think you can stop loving him. 

And that’s why you hate that you still choose to stay with Hayley to find the cure. You tell her, once they’re all coffined and safe in the back of the truck, that you’re staying to help her find the cure and protect Hope. 

You’re really staying because of the promise you made to Klaus. The promise you made to Elijah when you held him, trembling and weak, in your arms as the venom from Marcel’s bite worked its way through his blood. 

  “Y/N, I know you owe me nothing, but I have one last thing to ask-” 

Hayley is in the other room tending to the other three Mikaelsons while you tend to Elijah. Freya had been the one who suggested it. Said that he would be better off to have the comforting hands of someone he knew taking care of him in his most vulnerable state. 

You argued Hayley could do it. Freya denied you. Said it had to be you. 

So here you are. 

  “Sh... sweet Elijah,” You murmur, raking your fingers through sweat slick hair as he scrambles for purchase in the worn fabric of your jacket. Hayley may be new, she may have his heart and he may have fallen in love with her, but you are familiar and safe. You remind him of a time where he considered himself to be good. “You’re not making any dying promises to me.” 

He’d only asked you one simple thing, which you ended up doing anyway. Protect Hayley and Hope. Nothing about yourself. Nothing about how you felt. 

When everyone had been cursed and their ailments lifted, you quietly disclosed to Niklaus you were intending on leaving and finally told him why: You were tired of being hurt by the fact that you’d given so much of yourself to the family, to Elijah, only for those efforts to not be recognized or reciprocated. 

  “You act as if we have not all recognized your affections for my brother, Y/N,” Niklaus remarked from your hidden spot in the barn where no one would come to bother you. You had wanted to tell him first of your intentions to leave and make your own way. To find love. To find peace. To find the things that, being the anchor of the Mikaelsons, you had never been able to find. “And as for Elijah, I believe it simply comes down to one thing. You were, even after we were turned, always so good. And goodness is always tainted in our presence. He doesn’t believe himself worthy of someone good. Goodness is taken away and replaced by something-” 

  “Evil?” When Klaus didn’t reply, you nodded your assent and continued braiding the wildflowers you had picked from the field outside while looking for him. “I’ve never seen you as you all see yourselves. Especially you, Niklaus. You should know that given how many times I saved you from Mikael.” 

And he’d never forget one moment of them. Not one from childhood, and not one now. 

  “I grant you a mercy that you deserve,” He’d cradled your face then, ever the gentle, and kissed your forehead as he whispered, “You are free from us.” 

But you weren’t. Hope got sick, the Hollow emerged, and everything went to Hell again. 

You disappeared to Mystic Falls during the core years of Hope Mikaelson’s life where she needed a teacher to learn how to control her abilities. You had bid your goodbyes before they were taken from you. Had told them you’d always be a call away.

All of them except Elijah. After his blatant denial of your affections, you decided he did not deserve it. Nothing else from you. 

So for several years, you lived in Mystic Falls. You made a life for yourself as a witch in the community who often convened with Bonnie Bennett, a younger witch from the Bennet line who was remarkably powerful and looking for community with other powerful witches she could learn from. 

The Salvatore brothers respected you. Elena tolerated you. That was okay. 

You had peace. 

Until you didn’t. 

Until Elijah gained his memories back, and Klaus called you frantic and desperate for someone to be there for him that he knew. Someone who understood his vulnerabilities and what it was like to lose the love of your life. When he’d told you Hayley had died saving Hope, you had released such a powerful magical response that Bonnie had felt it clear across town and had come to make sure you were okay. 

She said you were crying when she found you. You didn’t realize it until you lifted your fingertips to your cheeks, and they came back wet. 

Because of course your heart would do this to you. Of course you would come running back to New Orleans to aid the Mikaelson’s during their most painful days.

Always and forever was your curse.

And loving Elijah Mikaelson, you believed, would be your downfall. You believed that until he turned around from where he was bent over the church pew, his siblings presences scattered about the room, and gazed upon you like you were the clearest and brightest thing he’d seen in centuries. 

Like you were the light able to pull him out of the proverbial darkness. 

  “Y/N?” 

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This is because I Love You

Request from @sessa23 Klaus Mikealson x reader where the reader is in a relationship (or at least very very close friend) and to protect them from an enemy. Klaus compels the reader to leave mystic falls (or new Orleans) to go to another city where he has compelled and to forget about him and his family until he says otherwise.

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Entering the witches attic I eyed Davina who I had become friends with very easily when I decided to move to New Orleans from Mystic Falls. She got to her feet talking my hands in hers. "Are you sure you want me to do this Y/n. I think it might be more painful than you think."

"I keep having this strange feeling like I should know someone. But I can’t picture whoever it was. I have to know who I think I am supposed to know, Davina. So do it.” I begged the witch sitting down on the bed waiting for her to start doing the spell. She raised her hand causing some pain to shoot through my head instantly.

Klaus and I stomped through the house both angry at each other. He halted in his tracks standing in front of the burning fireplace growling at me. “You shouldn’t have followed me out there tonight. My mother nearly killed you and she would have if I wasn’t as quick as I was.”

“I don’t want to be a damsel in distress or the girl who waits for the guy to get home, Nik. You can’t expect me to do nothing when I am falling in love with you all the while you’re mother wants to kill you. I’m choosing you and so accept that I will be lopped into all your crazy family drama regardless that I am human!” Throwing my hands away from my sides I begin to cry not ever intending on telling him I love him like this.

He vamped up to me grabbing my face in his hands sniffing through tears that was a rare thing to see from him. He would only show me his weak side otherwise to the world he was heartless. “Y/n, I can’t be forced to watch you almost die again. You are the one good and innocent thing in my life. That is so precious that I wish to tear anything a part that makes you upset. And whatever brightens your smile I want to make be possible forever. Which is why you can’t stay here, not until it’s safe…you will leave Mystic Falls and-“

“Are you seriously compelling me right now. You promised that you would never try and do that. Don't make me forget you after I just admitted I love you!" Hitting my hands against his chest he managed to snag my wrists keeping me in place.

He rested his forehead against mine sniffing through tears himself. "I know and I'm sorry. There are too many enemies of mine lurking around. I cannot afford nor will I lose you to one of them..." He held my chin in a firm but gentle grip compelling me again. "Forget me and do not remember my name until I tell you to do so."

Lowering my hands from my head I began sobbing but not from the pain that was caused anymore. Davina came over to me resting a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright. I didn't want to hurt you too bad."

"No D I'm...I'm okay." I replied back.

Someone bursts into the church from downstairs where we both went down as quickly as possible. Standing in front of my witch friend I gasped seeing a familiar set of blue eyes and dirty blonde hair with his nostrils flared as he vamped up to us. "Get out of my way girl. I have business with the witch who is holding my brother hostage!"

"I know you....Klaus Mikaelson right?" Tilting my head it all came flowing back to me meaning that her spell had worked. "Nik."

He blinked his eyes stepping closer to me but I didn't lower my arms still protecting Davina. "Y/n, how did you break my compulsion?"

"That's your first words to me after all this time. Not I'm sorry or this is the reason I did it. God, your just concerned with as to why I found someone who might be more powerful then you. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't remember you for a while. Good bye, Niklaus. Come on Davina let's leave." I began to drag the girl up the stairs until she screamed and I was gently pushed into the wall.

Klaus had his hands on either side of my head trapping me between him and the wall hearing my heart skip a beat a few times. "I did it because I love you!"

"Wait really...then why do anything to me at all. If you care then why not tell me the night I told you instead of pushing me away?" I croaked out through some tears before meeting his gaze seeing him was crying too.

"Because I need people to run at the sound of my name. I need them to fear me, Y/n. I have a thousand enemies and there may come a day when they come after the things I hold dear to my heart. I didn't want to hurt you and I have an eternity to make up for what I did. If you'll take me back. Become my Queen and rule the Quarter with me. I promise to never hurt you like I did ever again. All of this is because I love you."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I don't know what came over me jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my waist watching my next movements until our lips met in the middle. He deepened the kiss pressing my back against the wall. Lifting my fingers through his curls I tugged on a few hearing him moan. He removed my lips from his burying his face in the crook of my neck trailing kisses. "Ohhh Nik!"

"Uh so you two are together again I take it?" Davina asked causing us to break away from each other.

He lowered my feet back onto the ground for a split second. "Yes, Harvest girl. Bur I'll be back for Elijah in a few hours."

"Nik! What are we doing?" I squealed wrapping my arms around his neck with him picking me up bridal style vamping me back until we were in his house and my back hit the bed seeing him smirking above me already shirtless.

He moved his hands down ripping my shirt in half crashing his lips onto mine hungerly. "Making up for lost time. I will never force you away again. You are my everything."

"I don't want to lose anymore time either. So after this night I want you to turn me." I declared holding his face in my hands with him running his fingers through my hair.

Ditching the rest of our clothes in the process I gasped out a moan when he pressed his lips down onto mine again. "Anything you want you shall have. For you Y/n are my queen and the keeper of my heart." Wrapping my arms around his neck the kiss instantly became heated and it remained that way for all eternity.

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A Red Sun Rises | @darknightfrombeyond 

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[dr0wning-in-hell]

Siren Song- Jed

Summary: In which the gang has discovered a siren amongst the waters of Mystic Falls, but only because Jed was the only one who could hear her song.

Warnings: some angst, slightly mean!reader, mentions of hunting, a little agression from reader

Word Count: 3.3k+

Pairing/Characters: Jed x mermaid!reader, hope mikealson, Landon Kirby, Kaleb, M.G., Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman, Alaric Saltzman,

Prompt: “Can you do a mermaid reader fic set the the show legacies? And can it be mermaid reader x Jed?” -anon / “ If you still take requests and if you do can you do a Legacies Jed maybe Like a fluff?” -anon

A/N: I’m still trying to figure out the other parts to my other Jed fic, I’m just not sure what to do with it at this point:/ if anyone has any suggestions please let me know! I also decided to combine the two and knock two birds out with one stone! This might have to have a second part, it depends on how well this one does. 

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No one at the Salvatore Boarding School ever thought they would come face to face with a real mermaid, let alone a siren. Sure the students had heard stories about sirens from headmaster Saltzman, but they never thought they’d meet one. These students had fought loads of different monsters that emerged from Malivore, all of them having been forgotten by society. In a way, this was kind of like that but without all the killings.

It was a rather hot day at the school so of course the only way to not die of heat stroke was to have a pool day. Kaleb was grilling some burgers, someone was blasting music through a speaker they had got their hands on, and the teens were basking in the rays of sun. It wasn’t every day that they got to be ‘normal’ teenagers, so for once in their lives they grasped the day by it’s handles and just prayed to god that it never ended. That’s how some of them felt, Jed on the other hand was about to dig is eardrums out of his head. It wasn’t the music playing through the speaker that had his ears bleeding, it was the sound of a humming that was coming from far out in the distant.

Jed has no idea how he heard it, but he did and it was the most annoying thing on the planet. He was trying to enjoy the day with his friends, forget about all the troubles for once, but this was just absolutely dreadful. Standing up from the pool angrily, the werewolf threw on a t-shirt and shoes and decided against his best intentions that he would follow the sound and see where it takes him. His friends watched as he hastily walked through the trees, mumbling to himself that he was losing his mind and hearing things that no one else could hear.

His friends followed him, abandoning their carefree day and wondering behind the wolf to see where he would lead them. Though they tried to call out his name to get his attention, it seemed it didn’t matter as he just walked farther and farther along until they all reached the lake that was infamous for it’s summer parties.

Jed stopped at the edge of the water, looking out into it as if he was waiting for someone- or rather something- to emerge from the depths of the water. 

Out of curiosity, Kaleb came up from behind, clapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. It seemed to work, the boy turning to his friend with a shocked expression on his face. 

“Man, why did you walk all the way out here for?” Kaleb was worried for his friend, it wasn’t like him to just up and wonder around aimlessly. 

Jed looked at the vampire with almost dead eyes, as if he had been drawn there without knowing it. Without saying a word he turned his attention back to the water, where ripples began to form and the shadow of what looked like a person moved under the lake. Everyone watched as the shadow moved gently and delicately, not knowing it was being watched.

Y/N, the shadow being watched closely, had no clue that a werewolf had heard her song from so far away. If someone had heard her song it meant that they were meant to be together, they were what some would call ‘mates’. Never in a million years did she think she would find her mate, but she would be surprised in just a few minutes. Poking her head out of the water she began to make her way to the edge of the lake, her tail splashing against the water with every movement. 

The group of teens watched as the scene unfolded in front of them and they finally saw what was under the water. It was a mermaid, no- it was a siren.

As if on cue, Y/N began to sing without knowing that the teens were only a few feet away from her. The sound  of her voice grew Jed in closer again, this time he walked around the edge of the lake until he was where the siren was. Y/N was too lost in the song to realize that there was now a werewolf standing above her. 

When she heard the crunching of leaves and twigs her eyes snapped open, eyes widening and then dilating. Fear coursed through her veins which causes her fangs to unsheathe themselves, along with her talons. Y/N hissed at the stranger, moving back as quickly as her body would let her. The team noticed this and rushed over to where Jed and the mermaid were, all of them getting ready for a fight. What they didn’t notice though was the fact that the girl in the water was absolutely terrified  about all the people that were suddenly around her.

Jed had snapped out of the trance, his eyes refocusing and finally realizing where he was. “What-what is going on?” He looked around, confused as to what had happened and why he couldn’t remember walking all the way out to the woods. His friends looked at him as if they expected him to just automatically remember what he was doing and why they all walked out so far.

Y/N was still sitting there in the water watching all of them, wondering what they were going to do to her. If they were like any of the other humans, or even supernatural creatures, they’d try to capture her and sell her.

Josie was the first to make a move and step closer to the mermaid. She reached her hand out gently, showing that she wasn’t a threat. This eased Y/N’s anxiety a little bit, but not enough. “It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you.” Josie’s voice was soft, as if she were talking to a child. Her head turned to the group who was trying to put a game plan together. “You brought our friend to you, we just wanted to know why.” 

Y/N’s tail was still swishing behind her vigorously, but she had a weird gut feeling that she could trust the girl talking to her. Her talons retracted and she felt her fangs sink back into her gums. Y/N’s y/e/c eyes looked back between Josie and the other teens. Her gaze landed on Jed, who coincidently turned to look at her in return. Their eyes locked, a weird fuzzy feeling swarming in both of their chests. It then hit the mermaid that the only reason why Jed heard her song and the rest of his friends didn’t is because he was her mate. 

This had to be wrong.

As fast as she could, Y/N moved her hand in front of her face and vanished from their sight. Though they couldn’t see her, they heard the swishing of water as she dove further into the lake. Josie looked back at the group, confused and unsure of what to do.

Seeing as though Y/N was not a danger to her or anyone else, the teens decided it was best to head back to school and figure out what to do next. While Jed’s friends were walking away he just stood there, waiting for her to resurface. There was no luck. Huffing in defeat, Jed followed after his friends. 

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Once the group arrived back to the school they were met with an angry headmaster. “What have I said about leaving the grill unattended? You’re luck the school didn’t burn down and that Wade turned it off before one of the kids got to it.” Oh he was angry. Simple things like this are what can set Mr. Saltzman over the edge sometimes, and this is just one of those times. 

As he went to lecture the teens further he noticed how everyone seemed shaken up almost. He asked them what was wrong, and was surprised by what they told him. The adult quickly ushered his students inside and led them to the library. Sure he had come in contact with Sirens before, when the twins were still very young, but those sirens were different. They didn’t have tails and they were being used by ‘The Devil’ and doing his bidding. 

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Hope asked as she watched her teacher go digging through books until he found one he was looking for. He flipped page after page until he found the picture of a mermaid, then flipped it around to verify with the kids that this what they saw. 

Lizzie rolled her eyes as her dad started rambling on about how the sirens that he’s encountered never had tails, but did like the water, how they didn’t have talons or fangs, it went on for a little bit before the other twin interjected. “So what if this siren is different than those two that tried to kill us when we were little? Did you see how scared she was when she saw us? There’s no way she’ll ever come near us.”

All eyes landed on Jed, who had zoned out yet again. Jed snapped out of his trance and looked up to everyone staring at him. “I think I need to go back out there.” He said looking between all his friends. They all had a ‘why the hell would you want to do that’ look, plastered on their faces. “I felt something out there, when I looked at her. Not when I was in that trance, but when I actually looked at her.” He sighed as he realized no one else is going to understand what he was saying because they didn’t feel it. 

There was a small pause between all the chatter, no one really knowing what to say since this was such an odd situation. Hope was the first one to speak up, which was not a surprise to anyone. “If you want to go back out there we’ll support you on it.” With that being the only thing said the group went to put an emergency bag together just in case this mystery girl came out of the water ass-naked. 

While the teens were headed back to the lake, Y/N was drying herself off and getting ready to book it back to the main road and skip town. If the word got out that she had been spotted then all the people that had been after her before would definitely be coming after her again.

The thoughts of that strange boy being her mate kept making her stomach churn, in both good and bad ways. She didn’t want a mate, she never wanted out mainly because she always had the idea that they would never truly love her. She’s spent her life on the run, hiding from hunters and black market dealers. There weren’t very many sirens like her anymore, so catching one meant big bucks for the capture.

Once Y/N was ready to go she started making her way through the forest, trying to stay as quiet as she could just in case there were other things out in the woods. Before she could head out on the road she had to grab her belongs from the hotel she was staying in, seeing as though she didn’t want to leave any evidence of her being here behind.

Lost in her own train of though, the siren hadn’t even realized that she was about to cross paths with the group of teens again, who were not going to be ready to see a fully dressed siren wondering around the woods. Y/N’s head perked up as soon as she heard the crunching of leaves growing louder and louder. Before she could try to find a place to hide she was met face to face with her mate and his friends, all of them holding a bit of surprise in their faces as they saw her standing in front of them. 

“You- you can walk.” Jed stuttered out. 

Y/N scoffed, “Of course I can walk, and I can talk.” The tone in her voice was anything but friendly, a little warning sign for them to back off. When the group didn’t say anything, Y/N started to walk past them, hoping that they’d just let her go in peace. 

How she was wrong.

As she started to walk past Jed had had reached out and grabbed her wrist, a rookie mistake for anyone who didn’t know how insanely strong a siren was. Without hesitation Y/N turned around, hand landing flat against the werewolf’s chest. It was a flat handed punch of sorts, strong enough to send Jed flying a few feet away from her. The group watched as she did it so effortlessly, not even batting an eye as Jed struggled to regain his breathe and get up. 

For whatever reason, whether it was the mating bond or just the growing feelings for the girl, Jed was seeing stars and not just from how hard he had just hit his head. 

“What the hell was that for? We weren’t going to hurt you!” Lizzie yelled angrily, throwing her hands up in the air. Y/N shrugged.

“I do not like being touched, and I do not like any of you.” She stated simply. “Now, if you don’t mind.” As she went to make her way past them again, Hope stood in her way, a sarcastic grin on her face.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere till you tell us why Jed is the only one who’s able to hear your siren song.” The Tribrid crossed her arms over her chest as she awaited an answer.

Sighing, Y/N looked back at Jed who was standing up and making his way back to his friends. The siren looked back at the teens with a straight face. “He can hear my siren song because, unfortunately for the both of us, he is my mate.”

There were small gasps from the group, but noy from Jed. When Y/N looked back at the young wolf he was smiling, like he was actually happy about the announcement. 

“You’re my mate? No wonder I was in such a daze, I mean of course it was probably your siren song, but I could feel the bond and how close you were and all I wanted to do was to just come find you-” Jed’s ranting was caught off by Y/N putting her hand in the air to get him to shut up.

“You’re happy about this? Wouldn’t you rather be with someone of your own kind? A fellow werewolf?” Y/N questioned. 

Jed shook his head as he took a bold step forward to the girl, “I’m just happy I found you, I never thought I’d find my mate.” If it weren’t for the fact that everyone else was around the two mates, Jed probably would have tried to kiss Y/N, but he knew it was much too soon for that. Plus, she’d probably throw him against a tree again.

There was a silence as no one had any clue of what to say, but one thing was for sure and everyone’s stomachs were growling for the barbequed food they had left behind at the school. 

Kaleb clapped his hands together to gain everyone’s attention, “Why don’t we head back to the school, get something to eat, and you two can uh- sort this whole thing out. Sound like a plan?” Before anyone could say anything he started walking back in the direction of the school, the others following behind him. 

Y/N was going to wait till they were far enough ahead and then make a run for it, but when she went to turn around she hit her face straight into Jed’s chest. The boy was smiling down at her, which was kind of creepy in a way, but he couldn’t help it. Jed started walking behind his friends, and reluctantly Y/N followed them.

Reaching the school felt like it took hours since they were all so hungry, but as soon as they reached the grill where all the food was still warm it felt well worth the wait. Everyone started to fill their plates, talking and passing food. Though Y/N was hungry, she didn’t want to eat anything that was handed to her just in case they were trying to drug her or something. Instead, she went to the deep end of the pool and sat at the edge, her shoes discarded behind her as she dipped her feet in the water. She sighed in relief as she let the coolness of the water calm her down.

Unlike most mermaids who don’t have control of when they shift into the fishy form, Y/N did. She was old and had learned many spells that had helped her gain control of her shifting over the years. She closed her eyes and imagined she was home, deep in the ocean where no one could find her, where it was quiet calm. She hated the land, the people there were too greedy for their own good. 

Her peace was disturbed as Jed sat next to her, water splashing as his feet were submerged into the water. Y/N opened her eyes, narrowing them at the boy. She knew it was a bit irrational to be so angry over something so small, but she was just angry at everything at the moment. Jed smiled as he handed her plate of food, hoping that she’d takt it. It took a little nudge, but eventually Y/N took the food and slowly started to eat bits and pieces of it. 

“You know, if you don’t want to talk about it right now, we don’t have to. I just want you to know that I’d really like to get to know you, and for you to get to know me. I can feel the mistrust, the anxiety, but we’re not going to hurt you.” There was a pause as he looked into Y/N’s eyes, really meaning his next words, “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Y/N was silent as she looked down at her plate of food, most of it already gone and she hadn’t even realized. Jed chuckled softly, knowing that she was probably starving deep down. 

“I do not trust anyone.” Y/N said slowly, which caught the rest of the group by surprise. “Many people, supernatural or not, want to hunt me, kill me, or sell me. I do not trust anyone.” Y/N’s eyes glanced up for a split second, just long enough to see the sadness that rested on everyone’s features. 

Jed gently put his hand on Y/N’s knee, and thankfully she didn’t move back from him. “We won’t let anything happen to you.” He smiled softly, the action warming Y/N’s cold heart just enough to make her smile a little bit. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, to have a mate that was a werewolf. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to stick around and see what happens. Just maybe.

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[lis-likes-fics]

Stains

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Language, nothing else really... A/N: Decided to rewrite one of my oldies because I liked the idea but didn’t have a really great execution. Hopefully this is much better and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you, enjoy!

Pity was an emotion that many displayed to you each and every day of your life. You were not new to such a thing, and, yet, you still had not grown indifferent to the sharpness of it throughout your years.

But why would people pity you? What could you possibly be burdened with that would make every person who laid eyes on you give you apologetic eyes as they shook their heads to show how sorry they felt for you?

The same thing as everyone else on the planet, a giant black stain to mark the first contact of your dear and beloved soulmate.

A man you had grown to hate since the cruel fates marked you with such a terrible abnormality.

Most were born with stained palms, a foreshadowing of that one fateful day where that one special person would shake their hand and be graced with a life of love and beauty. Some were even born with handprints on knuckles or arms or shoulders, awaiting that remarkable moment when their lives were to truly begin as their black marks turned to a breathtakingly gorgeous painting of love and devotion.

But you were not most people. You wish you were most people. You spent every day of your life wishing and praying to wake up and find a black stain on your hand or on your arm.

You hated the pity, you hated the apologies of people who had no idea how deeply your soulmate—someone you had yet to even meet—had truly screwed up your life. You hated him, you would even settle for no mark at all.

But every day you woke up to be disappointed, you woke up to find your cheek stained black with fate-charged ink as that handprint taunted you with a lingering despair.

The mark was enormous, it was hideous. The large handprint entirely covered your cheek. The thumb rested under your eye and the meat of the palm brushed over the corner of your lips. The brush of fingertips extended beyond your hairline and parted to surround your ear. It was as much a darkness on your life as it was on your face. It brought you nothing but anger and sorrow as it foreshadowed a pitiful, hate-invoked meeting.

You couldn't stand the stares, the eyes that glued to your face and stuck like tree sap, so you ran. You hid. You turned yourself into a recluse in the reclusive town of Mystic Falls. You hid away in your home as much as you could and intended to live the rest of your days that way.

Then your friend decided to drag you out to a stupid party because, "You can't be a hermit all your life!"

You grumbled and fought against her attempts to stuff you in a dress with a strange amount of strength. "Watch me, Caroline!" you exclaimed, bounding away from her to keep yourself from being subjected to her annoying displays of friendship.

It took her a couple hours to finally get you ready. You fought her the entire time and made her have to resort to literally dragging you out of the car in order to make you walk obediently with her into the stupidly large mansion where the formal ball was to take place.

You assumed Caroline was trying to fit some sort of color scheme as your midnight gown clung to your body, decorated with glittering fabric that flowed from your waist and the rhinestones that lined the low neckline. As if you needed to stand out anymore than you already did.

Hers was more of a sapphire shade, a little more dramatic and glittery than yours as she rubbed her black-stained palm against her thigh through the layers of fabric wrapped around her.

"Go make friends." It was a clear order as she turned and looked at you with pleading eyes and a hopeful smile. She raised a hand to rest against your cheek, right over the much larger handprint already resting there and sighed. She tilted your head down and kissed your forehead before squeezing your hands once and leaving.

You watched her go, and then you ignored her request. Instead, you went to the first server you saw walking around with a tray of expensive champagne and retreated to a corner to hide for the rest of the night. You secluded yourself from everyone else, working hard to conceal the filth on your face as best you could with a drink in hand.

You kept your eyes on the floor or on your glass, away from the lingering gazes of those who only humiliated your self-esteem. You took a sip from your glass and scrunched up your nose a bit. It was expensive, you could tell, but it was not good. Or, at least, it was not exactly your taste. Either way, you took another sip and sighed as you waited pathetically for the party to end.

The more you took in the scenery of the mansion you were currently trapped inside by Caroline, the more you realized just how expensive this party was. How did you even get in? They must have been charging people.

A new family had moved into Mystic Falls just a week or two ago. They were all siblings, a family you had only heard rumors of as being undeniably gorgeous, as if they had been crafted by the gods themselves. With Mystic Falls being as small a town as it was, you knew that it was probably a little exaggerated. Without the rumors, what else would this weird, sleepy town have to do?

There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, shining with a thousand lights and granting the room a specific type of beauty you sometimes found yourself wishing to reciprocate. The room was decorated with wreaths and bouquets of flowers of all sorts, all following an elegant theme that definitely made you feel out of place. You just wanted to go home. There were too many people here to watch you. Not even the tiny, expensive finger sandwiches could distract them long enough to save you from your torment.

There was one who finally decided to stop staring, a man who began to approach you instead. You didn't know if you would rather him stare. You didn't see him until he was right in front of you. You looked up to see him clearer, drink in hand and a smile on his face.

He was beautiful, you could admit that. He wore a suit that was likely more expensive than the party itself, dark and especially formal for the ball. You had a feeling that the bowtie around his neck was a necessary evil in his mind, evidence of his constant toying clear in the way that his tie was just slightly crooked around his neck—a type of crooked you find only when you look too closely for too long, like when you hyper-fixate on hanging a frame and spend way too long adjusting it because it looks just slightly off every time.

His eyes were just as dark, like melted chocolate. They took you in, raked over your body and admired you—or admired the dress Caroline managed to shove you into. They glinted with something, a mysterious look that intrigued you more than you would otherwise find necessary. His hair, just like literally everything about him, was styled to perfection as the chestnut locks sat neatly atop his head. It wasn't overly gelled or greasy, nor was it tousled like he'd run his hands through it too many times. The scruff of his stubble was trimmed neatly, it added to the sophistication of the rest of his ensemble.

And the skin of his cheek was unmarred by hideous fate-induced stains.

He offered a kind smile as he moved to stand beside you, rather than tower over you so closely in front. It gave you the luxury of not having to look at him as he spoke. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

You glanced at him and shrugged, "Not really." Your answer was truthful and unguarded, and he expected nothing less. "It's a little too posh for my taste, and the champagne is shit."

He chuckled, his smile stretched into a bit of a smirk as he looked down at his own glass. He twirled his glass, allowing the liquid to lap against the sides as it glistened in the light. He nodded, his smooth voice sounded better through his smile, "It has room for improvement."

The man glanced at you again, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth thoughtfully before allowing the skin to return to its place as it flushed pink again. He watched you stare down at the flute in your hand before you took another nose-scrunched sip, looking around the room again with a look doused in disdain and disinterest.

Even as you glanced over your shoulder in his direction, he found no real desire for your presence here. He licked his lip once more, still speaking through a tiny grin. "Shall I be going then? You seem to be particularly unmoved by any attention."

You looked at him and began to smile, mostly out of embarrassment as you shook your head. You sighed, "No, I'm sorry. It's not you or this party—even if it does scream first-class supremacy. I'm just not used to having company...or being out of my own house, for that matter."

"Then how, if I may, did you end up here?" he wondered as you looked away again. He took that moment to take you in once more, finding an especially intriguing glimmer of admiration in his chest as he gazed a little too long.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "I was dragged here by someone who calls herself my friend." You put a lot of emphasis on drag, since it was the literal word for your travel experience to this mansion of a house. "I did not want to come to some fancy schmancy party for snobs." Another look around the place truly highlighted the amount of money this family must have had. Did you really need a chandelier and crystalline lights lining the wall?

Again, the man laughed as he set his glass on the table closest to the both of you. You turned to him and couldn't help but laugh as well. "What's so funny?"

His brow raised in utter amusement before he turned and motioned toward himself, "Forgive me, I have yet to properly introduce myself. I am Elijah Mikaelson, one of the party's hosts."

You paled. Quite literally, all of the blood in your body drained from your face as you stared at him with wide eyes and mouth. "Shit," you breathed, looking away as you stared at the ground. Your face was cold, and then it was burning with humiliation as you shook your head at yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Of course you would tell the first person to talk to you all about how bad the party is, only for that person to reveal themselves as the host.

You cursed under your breath and looked up at him with burning cheeks that blushed deeper than your need to be out of that house. "I'm sorry," you croaked, unwilling to look at him as he smiled amusedly. "I– God, this is so embarrassing. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to– I should've actually fought her..." You mutter the last part to yourself. It would have been much better to have actually fought Caroline to bring you here—even if part of you knows she still would have won.

"Do not fret," he chuckled. "Your critiques have been noted." You hid your face in your hands as you sat your glass down. Elijah continued to laugh innocently at your embarrassment.

When the heat in your cheeks finally calmed, you let out a breath and looked up again. "So," Elijah began again, "why do you resent this...soiree? Other than the superiority complex of my family, of course."

His teasing made your heart flutter—whether it was out of sheer embarrassment or something else, you didn't know—and you shook your head once more. "I'm just not a big people person," you confessed. "And I draw attention." At the mention of your problem, you frowned again as you looked out over the sea of people whose eyes darted toward and away from you.

You fought your urge to hide.

Elijah's smile faltered a little as he saw your issue a little clearer now. "I'm assuming it's due to the soulmark on your cheek."

You just hummed and looked away again, leaning on the table behind you. "Everyone's staring."

He looked around at those whose eyes clung to you like grappling hooks. The danger in his eyes tempted most to look away and he almost found himself smirking. "Not everything. Some simply glanced," he said.

You lifted your eyes again to see and found that he was right. There were a lot fewer looks now—suddenly. You breathed a humorless chuckle and nodded, still glancing down at the tiled floors. You turned your head in an attempt to hide your cheek from him.

Elijah sighed, "Is the mark really so dreadful?"

You nodded definitely. "Yes," you said. "It's horrible." You shook your head bitterly, huffing an annoyed breath as you picked up your vile champagne for another sip. He could tell you were quickly growing irritated by the mark on your cheek. "All it grants me is pity. No one can look at me without telling me they're sorry for what's going to happen when I do meet him." You looked down at the bubbling drink in your hand, swirling it around again as you muttered to yourself, "I hate this man."

Elijah's heart fluttered in his chest. He didn't know why your admittance of hatred toward your soulmate made him feel so...strange. He brushed it off, licking his lips thoughtfully. "Why do they apologize?"

You looked at Elijah like he was insane, and his brows furrowed curiously. You shrugged, "I've got a handprint stained onto my face. Everyone thinks he's going to slap me, I think he's going to slap me." You glanced at him with feigned amusement, a tight smile taking your lips, "Wouldn't that be such a fun way to begin a new life with someone you love?"

His lips twitched and he looked away. "I don't believe you will be struck," he admitted. "Anyone who dares to raise his hand against you would be sorely mistaken, I assure you." His chocolate gaze met you again, "Any man to hit a woman is no man, at all."

You blinked a few times at him and turned away once more. You merely hummed, tapping your finger against your glass before taking the last sip and setting it down.

After a moment, you close your eyes and smile with a chuckle. "Sorry, I never told you my name. I'm Y/N."

He smiled and repeated the name under his breath, a tiny whisper as he tasted the word in his mouth. He licked his lips, "You have a lovely name, Y/N."

You thanked him, offering a genuine smile. You stared for too long at him, tracing each little detail with your eyes—the dimple of his chin, the tiny mole on his left cheek, the other mole hiding just underneath his right ear—and spoke bashfully. "I wish I could meet more Elijahs." You chuckled as you added at the end, "Or are you one-of-a-kind?"

He laughed like you just made a hilarious joke. He shook his head, "I am certainly not a common breed." He looked at you with squinting eyes, his lips spreading in a genuine grin, one that spread to your own face as you fought the urge to hide away again. "And I, for one, personally find your 'stain', as you call it, quite lovely. I imagine the art will be well worth the wait."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his words. "I'm not looking forward to it."

He tilted his head and shifted so his body was better turned toward you. He leaned an elbow against the table, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together in thought. You turned as well, and now your bodies were facing.

As you looked at him, your expression softened. You chewed on your bottom lip and sighed gently. "Where's your mark?"

He noted the way you asked about his mark instead of his stain. His heart ached for you, even as he smiled to offer his kindness. He lifted his hand to show his black palm. The mark covered it in a way that looked nothing like the handshake marks you'd often see. You thought briefly of Caroline's peculiar—albeit common—placing. Hers covered only the expanse of her fingers and a thumb over the top of her skin.

"In a common place," he breathed.

You sighed with a breath of envy and nodded, still smiling. "Well, it definitely looks normal to me."

Again, he laughed that same way that convinced you that you'd just made an amazing joke. You shook your head, confused and intrigued. He shook his head, "I don't think 'normal' is a word I would ever use to describe myself."

You laughed with him, "Right, you would probably use words like 'conventional' or 'exceptionally ordinary'." He laughed again, prompting another string of laughter to erupt from you at your own joke.

You were happy to be talking to someone so comfortably. You were so used to being lonely, and here he was, making you feel better with nothing but kind words and inquiries.

Elijah thought for a long time as his eyes trailed over your face with a depth that made your eyes glimmer back. You watched him lift his hand, black-stained and gentle, slowly. "I assure you, lovely Y/N," he smiled, bringing his hand to hover over the skin of your cheek. "Your stain is beautiful."

He had this softness in his eyes that made your cheeks warm. You could feel the heat of his palm as it neared your cheek before it stopped completely to sit so close, yet so far from your face. You were drawn to it, drawn to him. He just felt safe, different. A fleeting thought, gone as quickly as it came, had your mind racing, hoping for just a moment that this would be the day you had been dreading for years...

Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned in. It only took a second, half a second, for his skin to brush yours.

You gasped as a strange pleasure shot through your skin. It seeped into your cheek and spread down your neck, your spine, to the tips of your fingers and the soles of your feet. You gently grasped him, pressing your hand to the back of his own as the other cupped his elbow.

And closer still, you brought him.

You shuddered as the gooseflesh that rose and prickled at your skin stood on end. You saw a flash behind your eyes that made you open them once more. As you locked your gaze with Elijah, you pulled away from the warmth of his hand. You felt different, really different, as you raised your hand to brush over your cheek.

Elijah was looking at his hand, painted in brilliant colors like chalk powders. Dark blues, purples, and bright yellows of all kinds. It was beautiful, a gorgeous display of his soul painted in his skin. You took his hand and smiled, admiring the beauty. No mark could ever compare. As Elijah looked up at you, he gasped.

Now that was the most beautiful sight Elijah had ever seen in all his thousand years.

He whispered your name and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. "What?" you muttered.

"You're..." he breathed, trailing off as he shook his head. "You're beautiful." You pulled out your phone and stared at your reflection. And he was right—you were. You almost didn't recognize yourself. The colors across your cheek were that of a work of art, your face was like a canvas for the fates' best paintings, as if you were their own personal muse.

A tear slipped from your eye, rolling down your love-painted cheek as you stared back up to the man whose soul was marked for yours. You let out a huff of a laugh, one full of awe and disbelief. You didn't know what came over you at that moment. You threw yourself into his arms, slinging your own around his neck and bringing him down.

Call it love, call it gratitude, call it fate. But the kiss that was shared between you and your newfound soulmate—a theoretical man you had hated for years—was a kiss you hoped you would never have to break. It was all-consuming. It provided your soul with a fulfillment that you had never realized you needed before.

His lips were soft, pillowy against yours. They beckoned you nearer still, and you gladly gave in. His strong hands held you still and pulled you closer as his lips moved against yours as if they were made to be there—and, in a way, they were made to be there, pressed against your own like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

After too long and too little a kiss, you finally pulled away and licked your lips. Your eyes watered still and your smile beamed up at him as an eternal gratitude welled in your soul. You looked up at this handsome man and laughed gently. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice wavered through your grin. How you were lucky enough to be able to spend the rest of your days with this man, you would never know.

The smile he gave you was so pretty, it made your heart flutter happily as you continued to gaze into his honeyed eyes. "You are quite welcome," he breathed, his lips just a whispered distance from your own. He leaned forward and pressed them against you again. He seemed more than happy to kiss the love of his life once more, granting you with gratitude for ending his eternity of loneliness, finally giving him the love he had always dreamed of but never believed he deserved.

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Still Standing

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Klaus have sex in the woods.

Warnings: Strong language, unprotected sex, rough(ish) sex.

A/N: Hope this is okay!

You could barely keep yourself still as Klaus pushed himself inside you, his teeth scraping the skin on your bare shoulder as he held you against a tree. You didn't even know how you'd ended up like this. One minute you were arguing in the woods, and the next you were taking each other's clothes off.

"Oh my god!" You cried out when he pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming himself back inside. The feel of his dick stretching you like this was simply incredible.

"Look at you." Klaus smirked, watching as your face contorted with pleasure. "You're a bloody mess love."

You could only respond with a loud moan as he slapped his hips up against you. You could feel every inch of him rubbing against your walls as he ruthlessly pounded you into the tree.

You gasped when he suddenly tucked his arms under your knees, lifting you off the ground so he could push into you at a different angle, his dick now beginning to hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

"Holy shit." You panted, screwing your eyes shut as heat began to pool in your belly. "Klaus...oh god."

"That's it love." He groaned, a proud smile on his face as he fucked you towards your release.

You swung your arms over his shoulders, digging your fingers into the back of his neck, making him hiss before bringing his mouth down on yours. He placed a sloppy kiss on your lips as he started to thrust himself harder against you, bringing you both closer to your release.

It didn't take long for your aching pussy to clamp down on him, and you almost screamed as you came around his cock.

You felt his warm release filling you just seconds after and he continued to fuck you through both your highs.

You could've sworn you heard the tree creaking behind you as he forcefully pushed into you a few more times before pulling out, dropping you to your feet.

As you stood there completely ruined, leaning against the tree for support, Klaus looked at you with a smug grin on his face.

"What?" You asked him, still breathless.

He chuckled. "Nothing, I'm just...impressed you're even still standing."

"Shut up."

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Open Coffin 2 | Chapter 09 “Between Familiarity and Change"

Chapter warnings: typical tvd/to violence (this time only emotional lol), angst, a lot of dialogue, hurt puppy eyes from Kol.. ouch

Word count: 4640

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The dreamlike state you awoke in was far from the pleasantries one hopes for during sleep. A second ago you felt the asphalt on your skin, dropping like a stone, now you stood in a room with no view beyond its rugged, wooden walls.  Animal heads were mounted on four pillars in the middle of the room encasing a circle. The room had a hazy view around the edges as if the world beyond its walls was nonexistent. 

You knew exactly what this place was, yet you have never seen it executed. A Chambre de Chaussee. A magically constructed place to trap the minds with no time and space beyond its walls. And unfortunately, you weren't alone in this dreamscape. 

"Unsettling is it not? To be swept away into this…monstrosity." Klaus spoke from the other side of the room, stepping out under the Wolf figure hung above his head. When he turned to take in your still blood-soaked clothing he had an amused grin on his face. 

"Well, don't you look like the poster child of murder and mayhem?" He snickered.

With a smile saturated in sarcasm, you stepped closer, and with each step, the hatred grew. He left you there in the cemetery after he swore to do the complete opposite. You reached him and punched him square in his self-righteous face without hesitation, knowing you'd feel the same pain inflicted due to still being linked to him.

"I'll give you that one." He said, cleaning the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his hand. You did the same as the linking was still intact. 

"You left me there." Your voice was low, edging into a growl. "At the cemetery. You just disappeared."

He roamed your features for a moment, seemingly taken aback for a second, before his face hardened "No hard feelings, sweetheart. Business is business." 

"Business, huh? You said you get me out of there and I was stupid enough to believe you."

"Need I remind you, it was you who put my brother in danger!" He was seething, the usual Klaus showing his face again. 

"And it was me getting him out of it, despite knowing better!! How many times do I have to help, for you to let me off the hook?" 

"Perhaps there isn't a way for you to get off the hook!"

"I should just-"

"What hurts me hurts you, love. Have at it." He smirked, ready for a fight if you wished for it.

"Children, please." Elijah cut in, stepping out from behind his pillar. His timing was impeccable as always, which was a step up from the dishevelled state he was in. No suit, no clean-cut beard. They - his own family no less- sure did a number on him.

"You of all people should know what it's like in there with these two lunatics," you said to him, mirroring the dimmed look he sported. In a way, this version of Elijah felt more real than the suit. Maybe it's like a snake shedding its skin.

"Lunatic, my my" Finn appeared strutting through the wooden door at the helm of the room "You wound me." 

You involuntarily jumped upon hearing his voice, your body's natural response winning over your resolve, much to your dismay. 

Of course, Finn saw it too.

"No need to be afraid." He said etching away at your confidence with the way he enjoyed evoking fear. If asked he would still pretend that was the case. 

"The last time I saw you, you cut me open with a butcher knife." And bled you out like a slaughtered animal, only to do it again the next day. Not to mention Esther's mental torture.

"If you would've simply cooperated, I would've not resorted to measures quite like it." He shrugged. 

"It was all for nothing anyway. You didn't find out what these two are hiding." You looked at Klaus and Elijah, making sure not to linger each too long to not raise suspicion. You hoped they'd realize what he was trying to do. At least by speaking it out loud now you have beaten Finn to the punch. 

"However big or small. " You made eye contact with Klaus this time, pronouncing the word small with extra meanings, and you saw he understood "This secret is no concern of yours. And I intend to keep it that way."

Finn contemplated your answer and was ready to speak when Elijah stepped further into the circle. 

"Brother." He forced a welcoming smile "Why have you brought us here?" 

"Brother." Finn let out a huff "You cannot even hide your disdain addressing me as such!" His outburst would have been somewhat comical, if not for the fact he collected himself as quickly as he lost his temper.

The brothers resorted to a back-and-forth of interrogation and slide comments, all incredibly uninteresting to you. You've heard it all before. Instead of watching them, you took the time to look at the animal heads more closely. Representational magic was a fickle thing. One misrepresentation and the entire room ceases to exist. Finn had to have made a mistake somewhere, you were sure of it.

He chose a wolf and stag for Klaus and Elijah respectively, but your totem coaxed a chuckle out of you. The animal's proportions were off by a lot, but it made it all the more imposing. The black shell had a sheen to it as it hung there flat above you almost life-like. Only its sting was curved towards you, threatening its poisonous power to whoever was the beholder. 

"The Fox and the Scorpion? Very funny." You chuckled, pointing at the scorpion and the fox totem on the other pillar next to it. Why did he have a fox totem if Kol was not even remotely close to being here?

Nevertheless, it was a fitting display even if it was a bit on the nose. You had not pegged Finn for a moral story kind of person. "You know I always thought the frog and the scorpion made more sense. The fox wouldn't be dumb enough to trust the scorpion."

Finn laughed at that, apparently having some sort of inside joke with himself. "Interesting analysis. Does that mean everyone is a fool if they trust you? Even with their life?"

"I think you and I both know the answer to that."

"Indeed. Your nature is irreversible, just like the Scorpion. And your sting drowned the fox simply by existing. Or perhaps that's not true? Perhaps the fox has risen from the ashes, taking on another form."

Finn's gaze shifted to his left, towards the fox pillar.

"Why don't you tell her, Kaleb." His insinuation was clear and it was absurd. Even as Kaleb stepped out of the shadows and looked back at the fox totem above him, you denied it. 

"You're full of shit. First, you torture me and now this? You really want to make an enemy out of me, don't you?" 

"I wouldn't dare." Finn smirked, gave a pause, then turned to Kaleb "Come on now, brother. Tell the truth for once." 

Kaleb wouldn't meet your eye or anyone else's as he stood there. When he finally did look at you, you saw him. Saw him and it was as if the world was imploding in on itself. 

"Darling, I-" He stepped closer, frantically trying to soften the blow. Which, of course, came too late to make any impact. 

You backed away and raised your trembling hand, keeping him away from you. "No."

He hesitated but stepped back, his usually tall frame sunken with defeat. Yet he was still measuring your reaction with interest, hoping he might find the right words to say. To somehow explain weeks of hiding who he truly was. But Finn interrupted before he could think of the next step.

"Well, that settles it for your portion of today's affairs." He said. "We have family business to discuss. No hard feelings" He added, snapping his fingers. All faded to black once more before you could say a thing.

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The church doors opened with a loaded crack as the wood hammered into the stone wall behind it. Kaleb / Kol was still unconscious as you approached the altar,  still stuck in Finn's concoction. 

All of this had to be a cruel joke, something to coax an unkind response out of you. To what end you were not sure, but staring into the possibility that he had lied for weeks was worse than anything Finn could have orchestrated. Surely it was only a ploy for manipulation. It had to be.

You sat there on the church steps for a few minutes contemplating what you could possibly say to him. This wasn't supposed to be the reunion you both deserved. It was supposed to be as grounding as the last piece placed in the puzzle - a victory after failing for so long. But perhaps that feeling of victory was never achievable, to begin with. Perhaps it was meant to be a fairy tale among the harsh reality of existence. 

Kaleb Kol stirred awake suddenly, sitting up with a start regaining focus. He found your eyes immediately and focused on you without a second to spare. A sheepish smile planted on his face, hopeful and freer now the cat was out of the bag. But there was fear in it too, fear of rejection, even remnants of the fear of being uncovered.

Seeing him sitting there you had no idea how the hell you didn't see Kol behind those eyes. The way they would glint with purpose once he spurred into action. The knowledge behind them went beyond the rage and scheming other people knew him for. It was beyond obvious now. The magnetic pull tugging you towards him was proof enough too.

"So it's true. It really is you. I'm such an idiot." You stated, trying to read the expression on his face as it sobered from hopeful into fear. 

What did he expect? For you to run into his arms after he lied for weeks? That's all you wanted to do for years, and now it was finally here under the worst circumstances.

He swallowed, straightened up and stood, pacing the room in short strides. He was rattled to his core. 

"I tried to tell you. And every time I did, it felt wrong." He said, trying to disguise the shaking in his voice "I thought it would be easier to start over. We could've gotten away, without my reputation attached, without my family sabotaging us." 

"It's not that easy." You shook your head. 

"Isn't it?" His focus flickered to your face briefly, before pacing once again "I know you're scared but-."

"I'm not scared I-" 

"Of course you are!" He said, cringing at the way he raised his voice. He settled, and reached for your hand carefully "I was scared too, but I'm finished being scared. We could go right now. Leave all of this behind. Just you and me."

Suddenly, as if someone had placed a mirror between you, you saw yourself as he had at this moment. Covered in blood, dirt and dust-ridden skin. A far cry from your past self. How could he still want to keep going? 

"It's not that easy. I'm not the same person. Not even close." 

Slowly, without much pressure, Kol stepped closer and drew your hand up to his chest and over his heart. Beneath the skin, you could feel the beating of his heart, fast and fluttering like a drum.

"Nothing has changed for me. This heart might not be mine but it beats for you still. No matter what. Please tell me I haven't ruined us." His gaze was pleading and sincere as he held I to your hand for dear life.

It would be so easy to just give in. This was Kol, for god sakes! The one person you went to hell and back for was standing right in front of you. And yet he felt more like a ghost than a person. 

And that was precisely the problem. He was the ghost you were supposed to be. This was always the plan. Get him back even if it takes you to your grave. But you weren't ready to tell him that. You were equally unready to see him standing before you, excusing all he had witnessed from the other side. He would forgive the most terrible sins if they were committed by your hand. 

You shook your head, removing your hand from his grasp. Panic washed over his face and the hand still resting on yours clutched your skin tightly "I can't do this right now."

"Let's focus on dealing with Esther and Finn first. Then we can figure everything else out."

He looked defeated just then but nodded anyway. He knew the time was not right, even if his heart told him otherwise.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not what you wanted." You added, trying to console him.

"What I want is for you not to look at me the way you are now. Like you don't even see me."

Maybe because I don't even know who you are right now. That is what you should've said, instead, you muttered something about the work you both had to do. 

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The walk to the compound was charged with silence and unsaid words. By now he usually would've made you laugh at least a dozen times, perhaps even dragged you into a jazz bar to dance. Now there was silence as you walked next to each other, hands itching to touch as they dragged on with movement. 

It was unbearable. 

The compound was a sight for sore eyes for once, now the objects of ease and not discomfort as it so often had been. The inside was still the same, except for the small table next to the staircase where Klaus was sitting and nursing a drink.

"You're here." He said without looking in your direction. He only looked up when you grabbed the second glass from the table next to him and filled it to the brim with bourbon. 

"However small." You repeated the same phrase from earlier.  "Your secret is safe. We're here to help you keep it that way."

"Despite us knowing better," Kol muttered from behind, leaning against the staircase railing.  

Another drink made its way down your throat, all the while ignoring the quizzical look from Klaus which jumped between you and his brother. 

"Let's get to work." You declared once the moment became unbearable. "How far away is the location?" 

"Far enough," Klaus replied.

"Too far to drive in a day?" You asked, promptly receiving a nod. "Alright then. Warn anyone who's there right now. I'm sure Finn will figure it out in a few days. "

You stood up, slamming the glass down on the smooth table surface. 

Klaus stood up too. "And where are you going?" he asked, a tinge of sourness in his voice. 

"I need a goddamn shower. If you want to leave early, then go. I can catch up." 

"Finn will recuperate after today's events. He will not retaliate. For now. We leave at first light."

"Sounds good." You agreed, ascending the stairs to finally wash all the blood, dirt and grime off. You felt Kol's eyes on you as you walked away, a longing stare that buried itself into your back with vigour.

Klaus noticed this and moved closer to him. "I advised you to tell her weeks ago, have I not? Now see what your lie has brought."

"Because you're the poster child of honesty." Kol snapped back, before letting out a frustrated sigh, "I tried not to be selfish and still I mess it up." Kol uttered, working his jaw loose with the self-hatred that seemingly had embedded itself into his gums. 

"You died for her. You've become the least selfish of us all." Klaus laid a hand on his shoulder, forgetting the fight they had when they last spoke at the cabin. He gave Kol a nod, trying to convey that things will look up again soon. He then fishes out a pair of keys from his pocket and holds them out in front of him. "Your car is in the garage." 

Kol took the keys and watched as Klaus walked away. He stared after him, wondering what the hell happened to the Klaus he knew. Perhaps he had changed finally, or perhaps his adventure in the chambré today had changed him too. 

Kol shakes his head, ascending the stairs too wishing the shower he was about to take could wash this day down the drain. 

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The car ride was tense. And silent. Where there used to be music playing, the sound of wind hollering through the open window, now there was only silence. The disconnect between the pair of you now and years ago was evident. Thankfully, Klaus drove in his own car or this ride would've been even more tense. 

Arriving at Klaus' safe house Was nothing short of awkward. Hayley, Elijah - in the flesh this time- and even Mae greeted you upon arrival. Kol almost dropped dead when he saw Klaus and Hayley's daughter Hope. But he looked grateful despite his shock. It meant that Klaus trusts him enough with a secret like this. 

When little Hope saw you, she reached for your hand as if she knew that you touched her in Klaus' memories. Maybe she has more power than you thought. 

The hours went by preparing the house for an eventful attack. You and Kol both conjured up a few protection spells for the house. First was an early warning system that monitors anyone breaching a larger perimeter. Then followed a refresh on the cloaking spell for Hope, a few more spells to secure the house as best as you could, without even knowing if Finn won't find a way around it. 

By the time the house was somewhat secured, the sun was already starting to set. Little Hope was sleeping and guarded by her parents as well as Mae. Elijah was in the study, no doubt trying to distract his mind with a book. Kol was somewhere resting, no doubt as much in his head as you are in yours. At least the porch you decided to make your home for a while offered a nice view of the backyard that stretched further than the eyes could see. Back in the day, this place was sure a sight to see, with its acres and long stretching paddocks and fields. If not for the impending doom of an attack and the usual problem of not having a moment's peace, this would be a nice place to stay for a while. But alas, no rest for the wicked. And certainly not for the undead. 

The sun had fully set when Kol appeared in the doorway next to you. He was leaning in the doorway, his shirt open to endure the heat, his hair tousled from tossing and turning in bed. 

"Can't sleep?" He asked, looking out into the darkness. 

"Don't even remember the last time I slept." You replied. 

He nods, awkwardly shifting where he stood as he tried to find how to phrase what he wanted to say. 

"If you want we could steal one of the bedrooms and sleep like we used to. God knows we need it." He let out a nervous chuckle as if to soften the blow if you would find his offer to forward. 

"You know I want to just go back to how things were but, I just-" You sighed, breathing out a huff of frustration "What the hell are we doing, huh?"

"Here?"

"Anywhere. I used to know how to make plans and follow through. But every plan I had before coming here failed. Trying to play Esther, Mikael and Klaus, all fell through. I was told there was a war so I came here. I didn't see anything, did you? Which means that we are the ones that cause it. And we don't even know why."

He let out a drawn-out breath of understanding as he sat next to you. So that's what was bothering you, finally, he knew. His shoulders relaxed with that knowledge and hope crept in once more. 

"You don't cause havoc like they do." He said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. 

"See that's where you're wrong. You don't know this version of me." You shook your head. It was naive to think you would stay the same after the last few years, but he had no clue who you were now. How rotten. 

"Do you think I ever left your side? Even in death, I spend every minute next to you. I would choose every version of you no matter what." 

"I don't know how you could love me the way I am now."

"I don't have a choice, darling. I adore you, and that will never cease to be the case. Even if you decide to send me away."

"I don't want that. I don't want to send you away." You looked at him then, your voice quieter than he was used to and his eyebrows drew together in concern. He timidly reached for your hand, and you let him intertwine your fingers with his own.  

"Can you tell me what's been going on in that head of yours?" He asked gently, without expectation of a reply. He simply needed you to know that he was there, no matter what the future would hold.  

The problem was, how do you tell someone you love that you feel inadequate to the person you used to be? Like a lesser, dented and rotten version of who they once loved. Do you just blurt it out simply? Explain it with as much detail as humanly possible? 

So you told him regardless. And you told him even more than that and he listened to it all. He always was an exceptional listener, even now as you recounted the last few weeks. 

"And the worst part is I'm scared of Finn. My own father locked me in a basement for weeks on time but now Finn is the one that makes my skin crawl. How ironic is that?" You scoffed, looking at Kol. He shared your slight smile. 

He leaned closer, hoping his siblings wouldn't hear him talk "Don't tell anyone, but I have always thought he was off his rocker. Even when I was young, he used to have this hatred about the world. I was terrified of him, and still am." 

"Really? You never told me that."

He looked at you with a sad expression tinted with nostalgia and even regret. There certainly were a lot of things still unsaid. You were never granted more than a few months together before you got separated either by dagger or death.

"There are a lot of things still unsaid I imagine." Kol said, sharing your train of thought, "Even though we've loved each other for a century, we're still getting to know each other. Our time was stolen over and over again. But I meant what I said in that church. No matter how bad you believe to be, I will love you regardless. Always"

He covers your hand with his own, gently just letting you know he meant what he said. 

"I know. That's why it makes staying away so hard." You sighed, wishing there was some easy answer to all of this "But I have to figure this out first. Not just this whole mess here, but everything else too. I just… I just need a little time."

Kol nods, visibly uneasy with the thought of staying away, especially if he wants to do the exact opposite. But true to the way he always was with you, he gave you your wish "Whatever time you need, it's yours, darling." 

When he pulled away from your hand you pulled him back, intertwining your fingers with his, as the sun sets behind you. 

"That doesn't mean I want you to go, you know that, right?" You said, looking at him.

"You don't?"

You shook your head, letting it rest on his shoulder as he pulled his arm around you. He always was honest and accommodating when it came to you even when you asked him to let you figure things out.

For the first time since you knew him, you had no idea what the future would bring. If it would work out at all if he was more human than anything else. Humans die someday, even witches and warlocks. If he remained the way he was now, what future was there for you? Maybe close to a century more until he was old and succumbed to time? And what if you turned him? He'd go back to hating how addicted to blood he had always been. What future is there now? 

"You're in your head again aren't you, darling?" He said in a quiet voice, wishing he could pluck those bad thoughts out of your head "Come on, let's get some sleep and we'll figure it out in due time."

Soon you found yourself in the same room as if no time had passed. He eyed you from the bed he was lying in, wondering what you would do if he'd allow himself to sleep. 

"If I sleep now, you won't disappear on me, right?" Kol asked, nervously picking at the sheet that was covering him "You won't be gone in the morning?" 

"I won't."  You shook your head, lying down next to him facing him. You knew he was scared you'd just run off, and truth be told you thought about it. But you won't do it. Running would not help this time. At least not right this moment. 

"Promise?" He inquired again, his eyes scared as they roamed your face.

"I promise." You leaned towards his cheek despite your better judgement, kissing his cheek softly while whispering a quick sleeping spell. He smiled at your contact before the spell took hold and he fell into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out immediately and his chest rose and fell without a care in the world. He deserved some rest after the last few days and you're glad you could at least do that for him. 

You kept an eye on him for a little bit, stroking away the hair that had fallen into his face. 

"What am I gonna do with you?" You sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder. He deserved rest, but eventually, you decided you deserved it too, falling asleep on his shoulder like the old times. 

At least for tonight, nothing was waiting for you in the shadows. 

Finally some peace.

A/N: Here I am again, my friends. Been a long time as always, but you know what to expect by now probably. 

Hope you've been well. 

Also who would've thought that I would end a chapter on a good-ish note for once? 

Kind of a side note, but can you believe all the Salvatore siblings have Scorpio as their sign? I have a birthday for the sister and just realized it's in the Scorpio zodiac area lol

Also, I hope this chapter wasn't too chopped up, because I did write it very sparingly while travelling ice again and there are hours or days I between it. Definitely not how I would like it but it is what it is. Hope you all are doing as well as you can. Thanks for sticking with me.  

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Hello can you make headcanons about yandere human Klaus Mikaelson

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synopsis: As they founded the village, there was no shortage of things to do. Still, Klaus wanted to spend all his time painting you.

warnings: yandere themes.

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• The construction of the village was not finished yet. There were many houses, so much to do, so much to guarantee. It was no surprise that everyone was busy. It was a job that needed everyone's strength and concentration. Not that Klaus cared about that.

• Whether it's helping build a house, tending livestock, putting up fences: Klaus was never focused truly focused on anything if you were near. And you were everywhere.

• He didn't mind being the reason Elijah hammered his own finger, not if it meant he saw you crossing the village streets. Klaus didn't care if he had to hear his father's screams for being inattentive, he would pay attention to what you said to your friends when you walked past him. Klaus didn't care about anything other than you.

• So watching you occasionally wasn't enough. Klaus needed more. He needed to see you, hear you, smell you, touch you. Whenever you were around it was like Klaus was drunk. Drunk on you and hungry of you. Sometimes to love and to devour are almost the same thing.

• Klaus would be the most jealous men to ever exist when it comes about you. He'll court you the tradicional way, and if another person even dares to do something similar Klaus won't think twice before humiliating them. You're his, and everyone should know that.

• Many would think that at night his obsession would fade, but that's not the reality. At night, alone with his own thoughts, he found quite painful how you were the only thing on his head. Klaus needed to find a way to cease his mind, and painting was the right answer.

• Every night instead of sleeping Klaus worked on a new portrait. Night by night, colections were created. By the end of that very first year, your face and body were painted in all imaginable ways.

• Klaus immortalized your face.

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My Queen | Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Elijah steals you from another man. It’s justified since the man wasn’t treating you as a queen. 

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“Care to explain why you’re here again, crying over him?” Rebekah asks as she slides the tea toward you. You were currently seated at the island situated in the middle of the mikaelson’s large kitchen. Which was ironic since they barely cooked. 

It had been a horrible evening at your boyfriend’s home. Which wasn’t the first horrible evening, there had been plenty more before this and plenty of times where you’d shown up on the Mikaelson’s doorsteps in the middle of the night with only the clothes on your back and tear stained cheeks. 

You take a sip of the tea, sniffling, “Rebekah please, don’t start.” 

“It happens time and time again. He doesn’t deserve you and he’s shown that he truly doesn’t care about your feelings. I mean you walked in on him, AGAIN, with another woman. How could you stay with someone like that?” 

“Rebekah, I have no where else to go.” You set the cup down, growing angry at the woman in front of you. She didn’t understand the bind you were in, “He’s helped me when I had nothing and I owe him.” 

“You don’t owe him anything.” She lays her palms on the cool island, “And how many times have I told you, you have a place here. Always.” 

“I won’t be a burden to you and your family.” You stare at the cup in front of you, tears pricking once more. Your boyfriend had you believing you were a burden and he didn’t mind caring for you. He was doing you a favor. But anyone else would find you a burden, so you couldn’t go anywhere. 

Elijah quietly steps into the kitchen, “I thought I heard your voice..” Elijah presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, his hand lingering on your back. The last thing you wanted to do was wake Elijah. You’d hoped to have been gone before he’d known you were here. 

You always crumbled under him, like his presence was enough to let all your troubles go, let all your tears to fall. He had that comforting way about him and after left your heart feeling confused. You didn’t want to leave him, leave his comforting embrace but felt guilty for placing your troubles on him and would leave to return to your boyfriend. 

You leaned into him and he accepted you. His eyes left you to Rebekah for an explanation, “The bastard had another girl in bed with him, again.” 

Elijah sighs, pressing another kiss to your head, rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“I think I’ll break his neck,” 

“rebekah!” You and Elijah scold, “don’t even joke like that.” You wipe your tears, “he’s been going through a lot of stress with work.”  “That’s no excuse.” 

“Rebekah, I think it’s time for you to head upstairs.” Elijah motions toward the door with his head, “I have her from here.” He takes the seat at the island next to you, Rebekah muttering things under her breath as she leaves. 

“I love him, Elijah.” You say with defeat, “I love him.” 

“I think you’re confused on what love truly is.” He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “What he’s showing you isn’t love. No where close.” 

You face him in the chair, shoulders slumping as you listen to him. 

He fixes a stray hair behind your ears, wiping another tear, “Love is giving your absolute all to that person and being committed to that one person. There isn’t another one like them. It’s almost a tunnel vision effect, you see no one but them.” He tilts your chin up to make you look at him, “You’re willing to do anything for that person. Even if it means sacrificing yourself to save them. Do you think he would do that for you?” 

You shake your head, “No,” You laugh half heartedly, “he’d probably sacrifice me to save himself.” 

“You deserve to be worshipped as a queen, a beautiful goddess.” He traces your facial features with his finger, “and nothing less.” 

“Elijah, you’re the only one who thinks that.” Your voice trails off and your gaze focuses on the now cold cup of tea. It never failed that Elijah would remind you that you are a queen to be worshipped. That you deserved nothing less than that. 

“let me show you how to be properly loved and worshipped by a man who would die if it meant you lived another day. A man who would give you his everything,” His hands cup your cheeks, your eyes now locked on his. His eyes were soft, filled with such love and adoration. A begging for a chance, a longing for you. “A man who would rather die than live a day without you.” He’s slowly leaning in, his voice full of desperation, “a man who treats you as his queen.” 

As his lips hovered over yours, you accepted them, your lips working effortlessly against yours. With every passing second, the thought of the man you’d been with was diminishing. You’d never been kissed by a man the way Elijah did that night. It was as if his life depended on it. Your body melted into his as the kiss grew more intense. 

Elijah reluctantly ended the kiss, his hands still cradling your head as his forehead pressed softly against yours, “let me worship you.” His hands are in your hair, desperate to be close to you, “my queen.” 

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Cute Little Chronic Brontosaurus

Request from @fitzs-undead-monkey Kol Mikaelson and a human reader with health issues. Like maybe chronic Bronchitis that gets worse as the seasons change. No plot in mind really, just whatever you want to do.

Walking through the woods the leaves and twigs snapped underneath my boots with the wind blowing through my hair until I heard a whooshing sound appear behind me. Familiar arms wrapped around my waist planting a kiss to my forehead. "Hello darling." He greeted before I spun around in his arms resting my hands against his chest smiling. "Hi you couldn't stay away for a few hours could you. He shakes his head kissing me quickly feeling me smile where I kissed back leaning up on my toes until the cold wind blew around us. I felt my chest tighten where I started coughing so I pulled away from the original vampire. "Y/n, what's wrong. Let's get you home immediately." He suggested wrapping his arms around my waist vamping me back to my house.

I try to tell him everything's going to be okay but my throat was driving me crazy. Kol lays me to sit down on my bed moving the pillows so I was sitting upright. Clutching the fabric of the sheets in my hands I gulped hoping that it will pass like it always does. "Y/n, tell me what's wrong. I'll give you my blood to fix whatever it is." He started to bite into his wrist until I grabbed his hand making him look me in the eye. "It's not something vampire blood can fix, honey. It's an illness that I was born with. Just lay down with me." He nodded climbing over onto the other side of the bed wrapping his arms around my waist as I sat up more needing to couch again. "There you go, sweetheart. I've got you." He whispered rubbing circles on my back until I leaned back into his chest once it was past.

He runs his fingers through my hair as I sighed in relief hoping to sleep well tonight. I heard the stories from Caroline that he was a psychotic maneact that didn't care much for human life. He was like Klaus who would drink blood from any human they pleased and be done with them in the next secound. Yet there's something about Kol something good that he didn't let anyone else see until we met at the grill one night. "So what should I call you when you have your little coughing fits my little human?" He teased giving me a sweet kiss on the lips and I leaned into his embrace when our melted together. "Your little Chronic Brontosaurus. Mr. Original vampire." He chuckled alongside me pulling me in for a string of more kissing.

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Swords & fangs (Reader!Mikaelson x Saul Silva)

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“Dad seriously, I’m just gone for a few hours.” – spoke you, the phone pressed against your ear. Hearing his response made you sigh loud. – “I already told you I can handle myself.” – forced you out. A reminder you had told him hundreds of times – “No, I will not go hunt some burned one’s.” – sighed you out, getting slightly annoyed by the nagging in your ear. Klaus Mikaelson was even a pain in the ass from a distance. Spotting Alfea in the distance, hummed you loud at something he said. ��� “Yeah, dad uhm… I gotta hang. See you later.” 

Your attention focused on the growing peaks of Alfea as you approached, hung you up. It never stopped amazing you, how magical it all was. It was different from any school you went to of course. This school had a whimsical theme to it. Alfea welcomed you, even though you were an outsider. No fairy or specialist. Something quite else. Walking up the gravely path to the school, were the grounds almost deserted. A few hasty specialists spurting towards the training grounds. You decided to follow them since what you were looking for was there as well.

A few more specialists joined, running as fast as they could. Out of breath. You kept a steady pace, following them from a distance. It didn’t take you long to get there. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. The group of specialists that were running before you, came to a stop near him. They all lowered their heads, bowing to him while their lips moved. Silva responded but his words didn’t reach your ears. With one glare, dismissed he them, pointing firmly to a spot. They must’ve been late, thought you. Silva turned around, focusing his attention on two specialists practicing. He came leaning on the platform they both stood. – “Harder!” – shouted he out. 

He observed them closely. – “Watch your feet, Dylan!” – pointed he out. When Dylan fell to the ground, shook he his head dismissive. – “Again!” – roared he out, tapping his hand against the platform. – “Will you go hard on me like that as well?” – commented you, seeing him turn curiously around. – “Y/n?” – called he out, slightly surprised. He took you by the elbow, looking over his shoulder. He made some eye contact with his pupils, letting them know he would return shortly.

Silva then started to pull you a bit away from them. – “What are you doing here…” – asked he, lowering his voice. – “Love.” – added he with a giddy smile. You eyed him up and down. – “If you don’t want me around, just say so.” – said you, twisting your elbow so his grip was off you. You already started to walk away, crossing your arms. With a deep groan and a roll of your eyes. – “Hey! Hey Y/n!” – called Saul out, coming after you. With one swift pull on your elbow, spun you around to him. – “I didn’t say that.” – answered he, brushing his knuckle against your cheek. – “Why the secrecy then? I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet. I’m standing here dry Saul.” – bit you back, pushing his hand away.

Silva exhaled deep through his nose, licking his lips. – “Your right, Y/n.” – you hummed loud, agreeing that he was wrong. Silva’s eyes wandered around, seeing if anyone was watching. Rolling with your eyes, had you enough. Stepping back from him were you ready to go back home. – “Y/n!” – Silva squeezed your upper arm, spinning you back to him. In a second laid his hand in your neck, bringing your head closer to his.

He kissed you tenderly, taking his time for it. – “Better?” – questioned he. You kissed him again, giving him his answer. – “Much.” – Silva breathed in deep, taking a step back. – “Why don’t you take a seat. I’ll be right with you.” – You noticed some specialists looking, but for once didn’t Silva cared for them. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Waving him flirtatious with a wink, left you, his side. – “Silva!” – He turned around with a deep hum, rubbing the side of his finger against his lips. Sky came running over. – “That Y/n?” – asked he before telling him his concern. The two of them started to walk. 

“Got anything to say about that?” – responded he, walking with no care in the world. Sky shook his head. – “No sir…” – Silva slowly nodded, waiting for the clear words that were going to come out of his mouth. Sky inhaled sharply, turning more to him. – “She… she is a werewolf, right?” – wanted he to be sure. There it was thought Silva, the slight comment. – “Yes.” – answered he. – “A gene from her father. Klaus Mikaelson.” – Silva chuckled for a second, remembering your dad. – “Not that you know him of course.” – mumbled he to himself. – “Anything else to say?” – Silva quirked his eyebrow up, wanting to know what Sky truly thought of you.

“No sir…” – sputtered sky out. For a brief second it was silent before Sky got curious again. – “How… how exactly does that work?” – wanted he to know to Silva’s annoyance. He batted his eyes to the heavens, questioning this ridiculous interrogation. – “Do you wish to ask me something of concern, Sky.” – before Sky could react, lifted Silva his finger up to him. – “Not regarding Y/n.” – cleared he up. Sky nodded hastily, almost forgotten about it. – “Dowling is looking for you. Something important.” – Silva came to a stop, slapping Sky against his back. – “It always is.” – He then returned from where he came. 

Sky spun around, watching Silva return to you. Saul opened his arms to you with his lips pressed together in a faint smile. – “What is it?” – asked you, getting up to greet him. – “Nothing.” – called he out, resting both his hands on your arms. He kissed your cheek once. – “Don’t play with me Saul!” – spitted you out, your eyes flashing yellow. Silva kissed you to sooth you. You hated when he did that. Kissing you when you were clearly agitated about something. Your eye color changed to normal, fluttering with your eyelashes. Silva took your hand, moving it over his arm.

“Does Farah need you?” – asked you, knowing what just was up. He always acted like this when he was needed elsewhere. He patted your hand around his arm. – “Farah can wait.” – you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. – “Of course she can.” – just as you had spoken out your final words, rang your phone. Sighing loud at the one calling you. With a plastered smile, picked you up. – “Dad! Miss me already… I certainly didn’t call you like half an hour ago.” – said you, walking with Saul. – “What?” – called you out, coming to a sudden stop. Saul mouthed to you if everything was okay. Gaping at him, listened you with the phone to your ear. – “Fine!” – forced you out. – “I’ll be there in a moment.” – You hung up disappointed. – “Family business?” – asked Saul. – “Isn’t it always.”

“You should go then.”

“Is it cruel that I secretly don’t want to?”

“Not at all, my love.”

He kissed your forehead with a gentle kiss. His hands slide down your shoulders. – “Next time I’ll come to you.” – suggested he. – “I would like that.” – replied you, taking his hand in yours. Saul kissed you again, not getting enough from you. – “Go…” – called you out, giving him a slight push against his chest. – “Farah awaits.” – with your head motioned you to the school building. Saul exhaled deep, popping his hands on your shoulders. – “And the all mighty Klaus Mikaelson is waiting for his daughter.” – chuckled he out.  Both of you kissed again, before taking each separate roads. Silva saluted you on his way to the school building. You blew him a kiss, going in the other direction.

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