#Klaus Mikaelson x original female character

[whereismymindnow]

Twin Hearts Chapter 3

Author's Note: *slowly creeps into existence*

I honestly can’t believe its March 2023. I didn’t realise the gap had been so long since I last updated. I am so so sorry! Being a student and full time veterinary staff can sure make time pass quickly!

I am so excited to present to you: the wolves!

I will never forgive the show for not introducing Klaus’ wolf form. It’s honestly heartbreaking that we never got to see his wolf!

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

If this work is found anywhere other than Tumblr (@whereismymindnow) or Archive of Our Own (Mikki19) then it has been posted without my permission.

Twin Hearts Masterlist

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Chapter 3: The Wolves

Rebekah flinched as another loud bang echoed from the upper floor followed by a low growl. She glanced at Klaus and rolled her eyes as he carried on his charcoal sketch of his twin. His dimples were prominent as he smiled and drew her eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes that captured his very heart every time he looked into them. Those icy blue pools that had brought many people to their deaths; whether by her hand… or his.

"Niklaus, will you not see what is wrong with our sister?"

"Why don't you?" He replied smartly as Elijah clicked his tongue against his teeth. He knew exactly what was wrong. She was fighting herself.

"She will destroy the entire house at this rate." Rebekah grumbled and grabbed her jacket. "Call me when she has calmed down." Niklaus laughed to himself as his youngest sibling quickly exited the house.

"Nik-"

"I'm waiting, Elijah." Klaus, who realised his drawing would not get finished this morning, gently placed his drawing pad and charcoal on to the table and sat back in his chair.

"Waiting?"

"I'm sure you've noticed that her wolf is making her presence known. Her fangs have been out since sunrise." He snickered as his brother rolled his eyes. "She hasn't spoken to me for 3 days. Once she realises that she needs to run, then she will have to speak to me. She won't trust herself to release the wolf on her own."

"Or you could offer your help to her now? I tried to speak with her and nearly ended up with her fangs in my throat." Elijah retorted with a raised brow. "She needs you, so be there for her."

“I have tried and it only makes it worse. I don’t want to make her feel as though she is trapped. She told me that she felt cornered… I don’t want to make her feel that way.”

"Why don't you speak to me rather than gossiping like old women?" Pia stormed through to the lounge, blood trailing down her arms from when she put her fists through a glass cabinet, with her fangs bared. "I am starving."

"You're not hungry." Klaus stated sharply. Pia's eyes were glowing amber as she stared at her twin who remained relaxed in his chair. "You know you're not." He slowly stood and approached his sister; ignoring the growls that rumbled through her chest. "I will not have you lose yourself."

"You speak as though you understand how I'm feeling."

"I know that you're scared." Pia's eye twitched at his words. "I know that you're overwhelmed. I know that you need me, even if you don't dare admit that to yourself." He held his hands up and approached; once he was sure she wouldn't launch herself at him, he firmly gripped her upper-arms. "You need to let her run. You need to feel what it's like to truly be whole and embrace your wolf."

"She is angry too." Klaus thought his heart had literally broken in his chest at the sound of her small voice. The anger in her gaze had faded into sadness and longing. The bond in his chest felt like a heavy weight; like an anchor that wanted to drag him to the bottom of the sea. It was no longer the fluttering sensation that he’d grown up with and it made him feel sick. He was willing to do anything to make things right again.

“Go upstairs and choose a soft dress. We’ll go into the woods and we’ll let her take control for a while… I’ll be with you every step of the way, I promise.”

It had taken a bit of coaxing, but they’d finally made it into the forest. Nik could tell that his twin was nervous as she tugged at the hem of her dress and did her best to not catch his eye. He stood a few feet away and pulled off his shirt. He kept glancing at her as he dropped the material onto the forest floor and kicked off his shoes. Pia hadn’t said anything since he took her hand and slowly walked into the woods; his hybrids had scattered around on the grounds but didn’t follow the pair any further when Klaus gave a warning growl. No one but him needed to see his sister this vulnerable. His wolf felt like liquid fire under his skin as he growled inside his head. The wolf could smell his mate and wished to break free and claim her properly. It was taking everything within him to fight against the urge as he knew his sister needed to ease into her first transition.

“I fear it.” Pia kept her voice empty as she admitted the dread within her. She’d struggled so many times to control her fangs and feeling her wolf like this made her uncomfortable. What if she lost herself out there?

"There is nothing to fear." Klaus gently moved a stray piece of her hair out of the way and cupped her cheek with his hand. "Our wolves will be more interested in each other than anything else. They need to mate and unite as one to fulfil the bond. They have waited for so long, and now they have the chance to be together… finally.”

"If I trust you, then that doesn't mean that I forgive you for anything." She hated the fact that once she relinquished control to her wolf then their feelings would not matter - they needed to let their wolves do what came naturally to them. It was natural for her to mate with him, but Pia didn’t want Klaus to get the wrong idea and assume that that meant her vampire form would also be his. She wasn’t even close to allowing him to be intimate with her again, even now she felt uncomfortable at how his hand felt so right as it stroked her cheek.

"I know that, Pia, but right now you are in a lot of pain because you are holding back. You need to let yourself be free and embrace the fact that our wolves are no longer trapped."

"Free?" As far as Pia was concerned, she was still trapped. She was trapped by her fears of being awake after centuries of sleep and still not understanding the new world that she had been brought into.

"Yes, my love. We are finally whole and it is time for us let go of the bindings that have harmed us in the past. There is no one that can stop us."

"Very well." Pia stood and straightened the dress that Rebekah had gifted her. It was plain black and had 3/4 length sleeves; on Rebekah it would have reached just above her knees, but due to Pia's smaller stature the hemline stopped a little past her knees. It was a simple dress and the new fashions of the 21st century excited her more than anything. It was all so very different to how society used to make women dress in the 1500s. "I shall run with you, but once I am feeling well, I want you to tell me everything that has happened during my... sleep."

"Of course." Klaus' smile was fake, but he wore it well. If Pia was going to find out everything, then he would need all of his siblings to help him. She was going to be furious. He didn’t feel that he had the strength for another battle with his twin after they’d just overcome this one. "It would be best if you took off the dress first, Pia. I doubt Rebekah would be best pleased if it was ruined." Klaus tried to ignore the feeling of hurt that arose as she gave him an unsure look and shakily began to slip off her dress. She truly had lost all of her trust in him.

“Well? What do I need to do?” Pia felt a natural instinct to just embrace the wolf within her, but she was still unsure as to what would happen.

“Pia… I shall warn you that it may take a while for your body to complete its first transformation. Sometimes it can take hours for a wolf to transform for the first time.” She nodded and bit her lip from the anxiety that had begun to take over her. “I will transition once you have begun and will stay by your side to protect you. All you need to do is attach your mind and body to that of your wolf and she will do the rest. It will be so organic that you won’t even realise what is happening until the breaking of your bones begins. She will lead the way… just embrace her.”

“Okay…” Pia took in a deep breath and shut her eyes.

Come to me. You’re free now.

Suddenly the wolf stopped its pacing and a small whimper of excitement echoed through her brain. “Agh!” Seconds later a bone in her leg snapped and began to mould itself to a new form. Pia hit the floor but it didn’t register in her mind. She rolled onto her back whilst crying out and her eyes flashed to amber as her back arched and her spine twisted under her skin. Klaus stepped backwards as claws pushed forwards from her fingers and her teeth sharpened. He stared at her for what could have been an hour until he was sure that her transformation wasn’t far from being completed; her bones were still breaking, but a small covering of fur began to appear on her legs. It was a light tan colour with some grey flecks here and there. A smile appeared on his lips as he compared it to her wheat-coloured hair that matched his. His smiling stopped as an inhuman whine left her lips as her muzzle formed and more fur began to appear. She needed him now.

“It’s going to be alright.” He muttered before allowing his own body to morph into that of his wolf form. It didn’t take too long and a large wolf stood in his place; his wet nose nudged into Pia’s as she entered the final cycle of her transformation. Half an hour later and a panting she-wolf rose from her position on the floor.

Both wolves were larger than the usual werewolf to show off their modified strength, but Pia was still a little smaller than Niklaus. Their eyes were a bright amber colour to match their hybrid features and their coats were thick. Their fur was mostly a light tan, however the male had deep brown/black patches in his coat to make it appear darker and Pia had lighter grey flecks that scattered around and a golden brown colour at the tip of her tail.

The male stepped forward and rubbed his nose against hers before nudging her head down with a growl to show his dominance. Their tails wagged as they sniffed and licked at each other until the she-wolf playfully nipped at his ear and ran off through the woods. A loud howl was released from the male as he gave chase to capture his mate.

"So you saw them walk through here?" Rebekah questioned as Elijah motioned for her to follow him into the forest. He had waited for a couple of hours after seeing them disappear into the trees from his bedroom window, but they had yet to return so he began to get suspicious. It didn’t take long for him to ask Rebekah to accompany him on a short walk outside.

"Yes."

"Why would he bring her out here?" Rebekah let out a small shriek as a little bug flew into her face. She really did hate creatures sometimes! She wafted it away quickly and carried on after her brother.

"I do not kn-" Elijah stopped talking as a howl echoed through the area with a second one soon following. "Well, maybe there is our answer."

"Should we be out here if they are both in wolf form?" Yes, they couldn’t kill them with a bite, but that didn’t mean Rebekah wanted to experience the aftereffects should one of them decide to chew on her leg.

"I am sure that they are far too wrapped up in each other to even recognise our scent. I merely wish to see that they are alright and then we can leave them. They could be challenging each other for all we know." Rebekah rolled her eyes. She didn’t relish the idea of getting between two wolves to ensure her siblings didn’t maim each other.

“I say we just let Pia rip Nik’s legs off and leave her to it.”

“You don’t mean that.” Elijah smirked at the image. “He would deserve it though.” Rebekah snickered behind her brother in agreement. She silenced herself when he raised a hand and pointed towards a group of bushes to the left. Heavy panting could be heard along with light whining. Elijah grimaced and gently parted some of the branches before quickly moving backwards.

“What? What is it?” Rebekah hissed and frowned as her brother’s pale face turned to her.

“Let’s just say they aren’t fighting… and I am now scarred for life.” Elijah used his enhanced speed to grab his sister’s hand and pull them out of the forest.

“Oh my god! Ha ha! Your face!” Rebekah was hysterical as Elijah’s face remained pale. He rolled his eyes and made a show of straightening his shirt whilst his little sister wiped the tears from under her eyes. “I’ve never seen you look like that before!”

“You’re such a child.” Elijah lightly scolded as she carried on giggling all the way back to the house. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Pia kept her gaze ahead of them as she walked beside Niklaus back to the house. He wore a wide smile and there was a slight swagger in his step. All was as it should be. His wolf was bonded with his mate and his sister had experienced her first successful transition. What was not to be happy about? They walked through to the living area where Rebekah and Elijah sat; Elijah was pointedly looking at the book in his hands much to Rebekah’s amusement. She bit down her laughter and focused on her siblings. The pair of them were smeared in dirt with various bits of twig and leaves stuck in their hair. Slowly healing bites and scratches also littered their skin. Rebekah immediately saw her sister's face begin to crumble and took charge. "Ugh! Come on, Pea. You need to wash." Before Klaus or Elijah could protest the girls had already disappeared.

"Are you pleased, brother?" Klaus let out a deep breath and smiled at his brother, his eyes glittered with satisfaction and glee. He sank on to the sofa and stretched his legs out in front of him.

"My wolf is now sated and Pia will feel a lot better for it. She may not realise it now, but just because we are currently fighting, doesn't mean that our wolves should suffer for it. It is in their nature to want to mate; after all, it has been far too long that they have been separated."

"I suppose I can see your point." Elijah understood that it must have been hard for their wolves to be locked away for all these years and the need to release them would have increased dramatically since Pia’s awakening.

"However, we now have a bigger problem to face." Elijah inwardly groaned as he looked at Klaus for further explanation. "We have to explain to Pia everything that has happened since she was daggered... and that includes how Elena Gilbert lives only minutes away from here."

"And we both know how she is going to take to the news that another doppelganger has been born…" Elijah shook his head slowly. “This will be fun.”

"Quite." Klaus stated with a tight smile.

Oh, yes. What a party this was going to be.

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“Okay, allow me to make this quite plain…

“You daggered our family because you wished to protect them…

“You built this New Orleans place into your own personal kingdom and only fled because Mikael became too close…

“You neutralised Rebekah because she dared to fall in love and proceeded to turn her beloved into a vampire - who apparently is also like a son to you - and then daggered her another time when she once again wished to leave you for someone she loved…

“Our eldest brother would rather have killed us all than live as a family…

“You killed our mother and she came back to destroy us, but was defeated by you all…

“Mikael is still out there somewhere and the only reason that I am standing here right now is because Rebekah had been snooping, otherwise I would have been kept neutralised until he had been dealt with…

“Katerina is in Mystic Falls without a care in the world, and there is another doppelganger, Elena, who you thought you had killed, but she was brought back and now she is the answer to creating more hybrids…” Pia stopped to look at her siblings who all nodded silently. “So, all in all, our family is in ruins and we are surrounded by people that wish to see us dead?!”

The sun had begun to set once Pia had heard all about the centuries that she had missed. She knew that she was being very brief and skimming over numerous other details, but right now she wanted to get the most important facts clear. Klaus had a son? Their mother was dead along with Finn? Katerina was still walking the earth and the third doppelganger was also here? Mikael was still tracking them?

“Yes, sister.” Elijah spoke quietly as he could see how tense Pia was and he didn’t wish for a repeat of when she first arrived at the house.

“So, whilst Niklaus isn’t innocent, and is perhaps the person that started off this chain of events, you have all tried to kill him?” Pia stopped her pacing and put her hands on her hips with a look of disbelief.

“Pi-” Kol tried to speak but was soon interrupted.

“Kol, I love you, but I do not understand how you could be so reckless! I do not agree with them neutralising you, however who knows what Mikael would have done to you! Should I have woken up and been told that my youngest brother was dead because his need to kill and cause chaos was greater than his need to survive?!”

“No…” He wasn’t used to feeling Pia’s burning gaze on him and immediately shrank back in his seat as she shouted. He wasn’t pouting. He definitely wasn’t pouting.

“And you teamed with witches to hurt Niklaus?”

“Yes.” Once again Kol wished the sofa would swallow him whole as she stepped towards him. He let out a sigh of relief as Pia swiftly turned to glare at her sister.

“Rebekah, you also tried to have him taken care of… but this time using Mikael of all people?!” Now finding this out hurt Pia too; Rebekah knew how much her father wished for the pair of them dead, and for her to run to him for help to destroy Klaus hurt her more than she cared to admit. If there was one thing that Klaus had truly feared back then, it had been Mikael.

“Yes…”

“Elijah, you too have made an attempt on his life?” The eldest brother kept a neutral expression unlike his younger siblings and merely gave a sharp nod in response. If Pia realised how intimidating she was then it would only add fuel to the fire that built up within her.

 “No wonder we are all so broken! We cannot even wish for each other to live so how are others meant to not want to kill us?! What happened to ‘always and forever’? We are a family!”

“I was never a part of that.” Kol chimed in foolishly. Pia spun around and vamped forwards; her arms grabbed either side of his chair and she leant towards his face with amber eyes.

“Kol, you have always been a part of my pledge of always and forever. I thought you would have realised that long ago, so shut your mouth unless you have something less childish to say.” Klaus quickly hid his smirk as she turned away from their youngest brother and willed her amber pools to fade back to blue. “We are nothing if we do not have each other. We may make allies and take lovers, but we are the Originals and we are supposed to be a team. Our story is meant to strike fear into people and ensure that our enemies know that we are unbreakable. I fear that if Mikael saw the state of us now then he would laugh because we are destroying each other rather being an immovable force.

“We are not children anymore; we are the strongest predators that walk this earth. We need to stop these childish games and be united… for if we cannot do that, then why are we even trying to stay together in the first place?” The fire in the room evaporated and a sombre atmosphere developed. Pia looked disheartened as she stared at her siblings who all glanced at each other with similar expressions. They would kill each other before their enemies even got a chance if they carried on like this.

“I agree, Pia.” Elijah was the first to stand up and take her hand. “The time has come that we renew our vows from all those centuries ago. The time has come for the Originals to show why we are the strongest beings on this earth.” Rebekah needed no encouragement and quickly held Elijah’s hand with a true smile on her face.

“Ugh! Can we make this quick? I despise all of these… feelings.” Kol quipped and took Pia’s hand; his lips curved upwards at the edges as he looked at Pia who literally glowed with happiness. Now, there was just one of them left to join the circle. Klaus shifted uncomfortably from his place on the sofa and took a large gulp of his whisky.

“Nik…” Rebekah mumbled as she feared that her brother would not join them. He glanced at his younger sister before locking eyes on his twin who raised her eyebrow at him. If he didn’t join them and agree to this new start, then she would never allow him near her again. “Please…” Rebekah would likely abandon him as well.

“I think you are what we have needed all this time to bring us back together as one.” Klaus directed at Pia as he stood and held hands with Kol and Rebekah.

The four remaining Original siblings looked at each other and to their hands.

Pia sent a smile up at Kol as she knew that even though he hid it well behind childish jokes and smirks, this meant everything to him to be included properly.

“Always and forever.” Pia stated firmly.

“Always and forever.” They repeated together.

Still endless days and nights I wait for you 'Cause deep inside this flame I know it's true

Forever starts today Forever we will be Forever's every day Forever faithfully

---Forever by In This Moment---

[maidmerrymint]

Just finished Rue. It was so good!! @sprintingfox you did it again.

I know it was tagged planned sad ending. But I was not prepared for that ending.

[lanassgirlll]

I so can u do a smut for Klaus.

Where he is on rut and is very horny but does not want reder to help him .

This goes very time when it's his that time of the month.

But now when he is again in rut and his wolf is more agressive because it's blood moon .

Reder convinces him to use her as his fuck toy to help him in his rut .

So we all know klaus is a rough sex of a guy now multiply it with 100000000 .

Yes he fucks reader in that kind of way and usees her as his toy without caring about her .

If u are not comfortable with this it's ok to say no .

Red sky

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Whenever there’s a full moon, Klaus always gets more aroused than he usually does around his girlfriend. No matter how many times she offers to help him, he always refuses, too afraid that he’d hurt her. But one night, when there’s a blood moon, a rare natural occurrence, he finally gives in and uses his girl just like she had said he can do.

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, a little bit of choking?, oral (m receiving), let me know if i have missed anything, because i'm pretty sure that i have

Words: 3k

AN: I really hope you guys like this! Let me know if you have any requests.

Enjoy!

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Klaus was waiting for his girlfriend to come home and let her know that he's leaving for the night. There was going to be a full moon tonight and he usually left his girl alone for a day or two every month. He didn't like being away from her, but now when he was a hybrid, he had to make sure he wouldn't hurt her by being near her when his wolf wanted to come out.

He didn't turn often, but still he had to stay away. The sweet girl who he loved more than anything, always huffed and puffed whever he had to leave, saying that he didn't have to. She always says that she can protect herself if he did in fact try to hurt her, which she knew he's never do, but Klaus didn't trust himself enough to believe that. She was a powerful witch so if needed, she would protect herself, but Klaus never gave in. She always offered him her help and her support, yet she was always left disappointed, feeling like the hybrid didn't want her even though he had explained his reasons to her many times.

Klaus would always have his emotions even more hightened whenever a full moon came. His anger would be slighty worse than it usually is, his temper just as much. He'd get aggresive even, at times. But the worst thing of it all was how aroused he'd get around his girl whenever it was a full moon. He knew if he let go, and took her the way he needed, he'd hurt her.

It's not like they haven't tried before.

They had been together for two years. She's always helped him and been there for her, so it naturally hurt her when he started pushing her away and leaving every month. A few months after Klaus had broken his curse, the witch had finally convinced him to let go. And when he did, it didn't take long before he'd stop his actions with her. He could see that she was struggling with how rough he was being. He hated himself for hurting her and after that had happened, he never did it again.

Klaus looked over at the door, hearing his girl closing the front door of the house they now shared. He quickly stood from the bed and listened to her steps as she was making her way to their room.

Opening the door, she saw him standing in the middle of the room and smiled softly. She put her bag down on the small table next to the door and slowly made her way over to him.

''Hey Nik, I've missed you today.''

He was just stood there, hands behind his back without saying anyhting, already feeling himself get aroused just by looking at her. She wasn't even wearing anything revealing, since it was cold outside. The outfit she had on was a simple pair of black jeans and a puffy jacket. What was under it was a mystety for Klaus.

Before the witch could wrap her arms around him for a hug, he took a step back and took a deeo breath before speaking up.

''Tonight's a full moon. A blood moon actually.''

The girl frowned a little and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

''I know that. Does it- mean anything different for you?''

Klaus clenched his jaw, his anger rising for no reason. She had done nothing wrong and yet he was already angry?

''You're a witch. You're supposed to know, aren't you?''

She was a little taken back by his sudden anger and sighed, making her way over to the bed and sitting down at the edge where Klaus had been sat before she came in.

''Yes, I am a witch, and yes, I know about the blood moon. However, I'm afraid I don't know why you are anrgy with me all of a sudden, Nik.''

Klaus tried his best to control himself before he spoke up again.

''Then you know that it makes it worse for me tonight. You know I have to leave.''

Looking down at her feet, she sighed again. She was tired of his excuses about hurting her whenever it was a full moon.

''I do know that too, Nik. But it's not just hard for you. You know how much I hate sleeping alone, not knowing if you're safe and okay, but yet you leave me anyway just because you're too selfish.''

Realising what she had just said, the girl looked up at him and let a small shaky breath escape through her lips.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean-''

Before she could finish her sentence, Klaus was stood in front of her, looking down at her with anger in his eyes.

''I'm selfish?! I've told you a thousand times, that I only want to keep you safe. I leave you, so I don't hurt you! How does that make me selfish?''

The witch has had enough of him. She stood up and glared up at him.

''You hurt me, by leaving me and pushing me away! All this time, all I have wanted was to help you. But you're too fucking stubborn to let me do it. I am not fragile Niklaus, I can keep protect myself and you know that damn well!''

Klaus was surprised by her outburst. She rarely yelled or got anrgy with him. In all honesty, whenever she got angry, he found it hot. And that just made the situation worse.

''You offer your help by offering your body.''

''Yes, because I know it is what you need, yet you deny and push me away.''

''Do you not remember the last time I accepted your help? Let me remind you, it did not end well.''

Clenching her jaw, she pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him back a little.

The second he felt her hand against his chest, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her down on the bed, making her fall down on her back.

''Niklaus what the hell?! Just let me help you, idiot. Stop being to damn tough all the time, I am your girlfriend for the love of God!''

The girl was back on her feet in the matter of seconds, looking up at him again. She knew he was angry, yet he was scared for her. She could see it in his eyes. She had also noticed the way his face reddened just the slightest bit when she touched his chest, she could see the way he looked at her. Hunger. That was what she saw in his eyes. He wanted her, she knew that, they both knew it. But he was scared, trying so hard to hold himself back from just giving in and taking what he wants.

''Nik... baby, please. I can see how hard you are trying to hold back. I've told you a million times that it's okay if you need me. You can do what you want.''

Klaus swore he heard a crack by clenching his jaw so hard. He craved her. He wanted to ruin her, to leave his marks all over her body, to take her over and over again until she begged him to stop.

''You don't know anything, love. You think you do, but you don't.''

The witch smiled softly at him and moved her hands up, gently putting them over his shoulders. She wasn't going to let him leave this time.

''Then show me. Tell me. Or simply just do it. I know how much you want to fuck me, Klaus, you're not hard to read when you're horny. Like now. You're giving it all away.''

Feeling her hands on his shoulders, he took a deep breath and stared at her. He knew what he wanted but the only thing going through his mind was the thought of hurting her. No matter how much he needed her, he had to stay away.

''I don't want to hurt you. This blood moon it- just makes it so much worse. If i give in now, I won't be able to stop until I've gotten what I need. You're human, love, you can't take all that. I'm scared I might actually break you.''

Sighing a little, she moved her hands away and slowly took off her jacket, showing that she was wearing yet another simple blouse under it. Putting it to the side, she looked up at him once again and drew in a breath.

''I can take anything you give me. I am not fragile, I'm not made out of glass. The one time we did this, I was only too worried for you that I couldn't focus enough, I was lost in my thoughts and that is why I started crying, but not because you hurt me. You could never do that.''

The witch slowly pushed her hand under his shirt, gently trading the pads of her fingers over his torso while looking him straight in the eyes. He had to give in, this time she knew he would.

Taking a deep breath, Klaus looked down at where her hand had disappeared under his shirt. He loved the feeling of her warm skin pressed against his. And at that moment, he snapped. He couldn't hold back anymore, he had to have all of her.

Putting one of his hands on her hip, he vamp sped to the wall, pushing her against it whilst wrapping his other hand around her little neck. Hearing her loud gasp at the sudden movement, he held her tightly and leaned his face closer to hers, their lips just a few centimeters away.

''Fine. You win. But remember that I warned you and now I will only stop once I have taken what I want.''

The girl nodded her head quickly, trying to move forward and kiss Klaus, but his grip around her neck kept her still. Whining quietly, she moved her hands and pulled on his shirt, wanting it off.

''Nik...''

He could hear the desperation in her voice. She craved him just as much as he did.

Finally he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly and gently at first before quickly getting more eager. Klaus pushed his tongue inside her mouth, and used the opportunity to slip his hand under her blouse, putting it over her soft tummy, letting out a small groan into her mouth. He slowly pulled away and looked at his girl.

She was out of breath, a dark shade of red creeping up her face as she stared up at him. His hand was still wrapped around her neck and his hand was still under her blouse.

''You are the most beatiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.''

Klaus took his hand out of under her blouse and dragged her to the bed by her neck. He let go of her before turning her around and pushing her down so she was bent over the bed.

The witch loved being manhandled. Having Klaus be so rough with her turned her on so much, she thought she could come just by that. And they were just getting started.

As he was looking down at her, a smirk dancing on his lips, he gently put his hand through her hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling it back harshly, a small whine leaving her.

''Do you like it when I'm rough with you, love? Hm? I bet you do. I bet that when I strip you of your clothes, you'd be dripping for me already, wouldn't you?''

Turning her head slightly to the side, she tried to look up at him. A small teasing smile took over her face before she spoke up.

''Is this all that you've got?''

He let go of her hair, instead pushing her head back down onto the matress. Slowly taking a step back, he took off his belt and threw it on the ground before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off. He didn't want to play games anymore, he wanted to have her.

Klaus then grabbed onto the hem of her jeans and ripped them apart, quickly pulling them off of her. She gasped and tried to look up at him, an anoyed expression on her face.

''Really, Nik?''

He only gave her a smirk in return. He got closer to her again, the bulge in his boxers pressing against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and held them tightly. The girl was sure, that the grip was tight enough to leave bruises on her skin.

''This is your last chance, love. If i start, I will not stop.''

Without saying anything, she pushed herself back, slowly grinding against him and letting out a small teasing moan. That was all that Klaus needed.

The hybrid pulled down his boxers before getting rid of the girl's panties as well. The need to come was the only thing he had in his mind at that moment. He brought his hand up, spitting in it before moving it back down and wrapping it around his cock, pumping himself a few times, a small groan leaving him.

The girl was curious about what he was doing. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Klaus noticed that and instantly pushed her head back down once again. Before she could protest, she felt him pushing his cock between her dripping folds. She moaned softly and closed her eyes.

Klaus grabbed onto her hips again before slowly pushing inside of her. A moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back.

''Fuck.''

Whining a little, the girl tried to push herself back, needing more of him. She thought that she was just as desperate for this as he was.

''Klaus just do it already!''

He looked at her, his jaw clenching as he gripped her hips tighter. With one quick movement, he bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. The hybrid heard her cry out but he was too lost at the feeling to care. There was no going back.

Holding her, he started thrusting into her, fast and rough. He has never felt so good while having sex before. Klaus could already feel himself getting closer to the edge, even though he had just started.

Another moan left him. He brought his hand to his girl's ass and slapped it hard, loving the noise she let out at the feeling.

He kept thrusting his cock deep into her, almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in, his balls rubbing against her clit.

He didn't notice when the witch came all over him the first time, he just kept up his pace, trying to reach his high.

''You're taking me to well. You're my little fuck toy, aren't you?''

He just couldn't help himself. He loved to praise her, knowing how much pleasure it brought to the both of them.

Klaus thrusted a few more times into her, a loud moan leaving him as he threw his head back again, his seed spilling deep into her.

He took a few seconds to calm his breathing before he slowly pulled out and flipped his girl over. She was now looking up at him with a pleading face as she tried to reach her hand down and grad a hold of his cock. He just stared at her, letting her touch him.

''Get off the bed and on your knees. Now.''

She quickly got up from the bed, giving him a small smile before slowly kneeling down into his feet, sliding her hands down his chest as she did so. When she looked at his cock, she was surprised it was still hard but she quickly got to work. She knew what Klaus wanted of her.

She gently wrapped her hand around his thick cock, giving it a few strokes, sliding her thumb over his tip every now and then. Hearing him moan her name under his breath, gave her all the confidence she needed.

The witch stood up a little bit so her face was right in front of his cock. She kept stroking him as she moved her other hand up to cup his balls in it, squeezing them gently.

Klaus looked down at her and groanded.

''You're teasing. I can't be having this right now.''

Moving his hands down, he held her hair back, pushing his cock to her lips. She instantly opened her mouth and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come.

Klaus smirked at her before roughly pushing himself into her mouth, starting to fuck her throat like it was her pussy. He ignored the sound of her chocking and gagging around him, just focusing on his own pleasure. He had never been more selfish in his life, and right now, he loved it.

He kept fuking her throat like his life depended on it. The girl was sure it's hurt days after that but she didn't care. All she cared about was him.

''You're such a good girl, love.''

He groaned and let go of her hair, patting her cheek with his hand whilst looking her straight in the eyes.

''When I come. you're gonna swallow it all like the good little come slut you are, okay?''

She couldn't do anything except just let him keep fucking her throat. When she felt him throb, she knew he was close. The witch felt him moving his hand to the back of her head, pushing it down, making her take his cock balls deep into her mouth as he came once again, spilling his hot seed down her throat.

He held her down for a few seconds after his orgasm had washed over him, making sure she swallowed everything he gave her. Klaus then slowly pulled out of her mouth and wiped the tears that had escaped her eyes with his thumb.

''You did so good, my love, but I am not quite done with you yet. Now get back on the bed.''

AN: This is bad, but it's only like my first try to bear with me, lol.

[hyperactivewhore]

Nothing about why Hope is a powerful witch makes sense, considering the Mikaelson and Labonair bloodline.

Her paternal grandmother wasn't the great witch everyone thinks, she went to her sister for a fertility spell, was always channeling someone and out of her seven children, only two inherited her magic gene. Hayley and Klaus both descend from the seven original werewolves bloodline, but that only means Hope should have been a crazily overpowered werewolf destined to destroy them all, not the death to all witches.

I get why Klaus was her father, due to being the original hybrid, but Hayley? She was a good mother, don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing her but the writing, and it's obvious neither of them had a strong witch bloodline. But do you know who did? Bonnie Bennett.

She should have been Hope's mother, it's what makes the most sense plot-wise.

[ex-coolgirl]

Klaus Mikaelson x Cordelia Catapang (OC)

Love reading Klaus fics with oc’s and decided to come up with my own oc, shamelessly having my oc as Filipino as you don’t really see many of those (yet alone an Asian oc 😅) so I thought I try and contribute 🤷‍♀️

Cordelia is a 21 year old werewitch who moves to New Orleans after dropping out of nursing school to see if she can find any information on her werewolf side of the family. Unfortunately for her she gets tangled with the originals, especially the big bad hybrid.

I try to post at least once a week, though work has started to get busy and I’m sick as a dog rn🫠

Currently have prologue + six chapters up which can be read on either wattpad or ao3!

[snowflakeanimelover]

hello can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson's reaction if his lover dies during the birth of his daughter (hope)

T-T so sad…..but of course, I can! <3

Warnings: Character death, gore, more death lol, typical yandere

Death at Labor HCs(Klaus Mikaelson)[YANDERE]

He still can’t get the screams out of his head from the women who helped his wife give birth. The way they screamed for you to stay alive and hang on. Yet, you weren’t so strong to listen to their commands.

He didn’t care, at that very moment, about anyone but his just-born child and a dead wife. He held onto Hope tightly as he cried and cried over you. He couldn’t stop caressing your pale face as you lay there. You looked so peaceful as if you were sleeping from the exhausting procedure. He wished it was like that.

But, after his small bout of sadness, he baby Hope onto her mother, putting your limp arms around the baby as he whispers to you to hold onto your daughter. 

He was incredibly angry. Of course, he blamed the women for not keeping his wife alive. He blamed them for killing his true love.

“You did this!” He screamed, ripping out a heart that belonged to one of the women. They screamed for help and pleaded for their lives. They tried to explain that this happens to some mothers who give birth, but Klaus couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. “My wife is dead, because of you!” He continues to scream as he killed each woman, one by one. “She can’t even see her own daughter!”

His brother, Elijah, found him sitting by the bed on which his dead wife lay. He was silently singing a lullaby to his daughter, rocking her back and forth. His tears wouldn’t stop.

Elijah helped bury you in a place Klaus chose. He whispered to you that he would protect Hope, no matter the cost.

[elejahmybeloved]

Rebekah's doppelganger

Rebekah Mikaelson x Petrova Doppelgänger

Rebekah watched the doppelgänger twirl on stage and curled her lips in disgust. God she was spitting image of Katerina, and how Bekah had despised that retched wench. She had warned her brothers of her duplicitous nature, but they had dismissed her. Nik had underestimated her cunning, and Elijah had overestimated her feelings for him; and none of them had listened to their sister, as always. Katerina had been cruel to Rebekah, even before knowing about the sacrifice. She was all honeyed words and fluttering eyelashes around her brothers, and cutting barbs when it was just them girls. Now Rebekah didn’t consider herself a particularly nice person, but she wasn’t nearly as cruel as the doppelgänger had been. She had deeply hated her the day she made her cry. No one had made Rebekah cry in over two centuries, but that bitch had, and she couldn’t eve, retaliate because Nik needed her alive. So all she had done was cry herself to sleep like the pathetic human she most decidedly was not. And to add insult to injury, Katerina was the reason Rebekah lost Elijah for a full century. That was literally the worst century of her life. Worse than the 11th century when they all had to grapple with Finn’s suicidal tendencies, worse than the 12th one when Nik killed The Five and spent half of it suffering under the Hunter’s Curse, worse even than the 14th one when Kol had angered a coven of witches enough for them to summon Mikael on them.

First Nik had taken his fury out on Elijah by delivering him to a pack of werewolves. She could never forget Elijah’s screams and hallucinations from all that venom coursing through his veins. Then he had daggered Elijah and spelled his coffin away so Rebekah wouldn’t free him without his permission. Then he had awoken Kol, which had afforded her a decade of reprieve while the two of them partied like there was no tomorrow, though she did resent being excluded from their little boys’ club, again. But then Kol had pulled his disappearing act, as always, the little weasel. One minute he was sharing a drink and a redhead with Nik, the next he was gone in the wind. That was when Nik’s abandonment issues had reared their ugly head. Rebekah couldn’t take a step without her brother shadowing her, snarling at anyone who got too close to her. And while she loved her brother deeply, it had gotten too frustrating too fast. And when her temper had risen, she found herself daggered for a couple years. And they repeated that cycle for almost a century before Kol almost got himself killed in Spain and Nik finally undaggered Elijah so he could help them fight off Mikael and take off with Kol’s body secured in a coffin.

Rebekah glowered at the face responsible for all her sorrows. She looked down at the program and scoffed. The illustration looked nothing like the dancer; it made her look plain, tame, boring. The doppelgänger was something else entirely. She had the same doe eyes as the others, the same thick wavy hair that was struggling to escape the strict bun that contained it, the same tall and dainty silhouette. She had more grace than the others though, jumping from pirouette to pirouette, never missing a beat, twirling a dizzy around the other dancers. She shone so bright even the spotlight looked pale in comparison. By the time the show was over, the entire theatre was standing up to lavish her with applause and flowers.

Rebekah ignored the wave of spectators leaving and slipped backstage instead. Nik had already lost his chance once. If she brought him his second chance, she was sure she could convince him to give up her dagger to her. And all it would take would be to snatch the human doppelgänger and run back to Italy with her. Easy. She sneaked around the makeup stations and changing rooms, looking for a glimpse of her.

“Look girls, we have an admirer,” said a deep sultry voice on her left and Rebekah turned to see dancers part, letting the object of her search come into view.

They were the same height. And this close, Rebekah could count each of her long lashes. She could see the blush on her olive skin, starting on her cheeks and spreading down her long neck. She could smell her sweet jasmine perfume mixed with tangy sweat from a demanding performance transforming into a unique scent that was all hers. She had already freed her hair and it cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and her heaving glistening cleavage. Her pink lips were pulled in a pouty smirk. Rebekah’s reply got stuck in her throat.

“Have we made you tongue-tied?” she chuckled. Even her raspy laugh was sensual.

Rebekah bit her tongue to keep herself from acquiescing. She was 700 years old for god’s sake, she didn’t get flustered anymore. She forcefully pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chin.

“What’s your name?” she asked her in her most imperious tone.

“Nastya,” she answered and it irritated Rebekah to no end how everything she said held a slightly amused tone, as if the entire world were a joke only she knew about. “What’s yours?”

“Bekah.”

“Well, Bekah,” the way she wrapped her mouth around her name should be forbidden, “you’ve come just in time.”

“In time for what?”

“We have this tradition…”

“– calling it a tradition doesn’t make it fancy –“ another dancer interrupted.

“– we do it every day, that makes it a tradition –“

“– it makes it alcoholism –“

“– will you let me speak? God!”

Rebekah watched the exchange with a deep fascination, the way irritation bled into her tone and made her sound younger, the way she rolled her eyes at her friend before turning back to her, the way she tried to make her voice breathier when she addressed the vampire. Rebekah thought herself the only one affected; she could sigh from relief seeing it wasn’t the case

“Anyway, there’s this ladies club we go to after our performance. The owner always has the best table put aside for us, and the champagne is to die for.”

“For god's sake, Anastasya, be honest! The champagne tastes like piss but it does the job,” her friend cut her off again and the other dancers’ laugh echoed around them.

“Do you always lie so much?” Rebekah scoffed.

“Only when I want to impress pretty girls,” Nastya teased back despite the blush spreading from her chest to her neck. “Is it working?”

“Not in the slightest,” Rebekah replied haughtily.

Her answer was quickly proven wrong though when they spent the next three days joined at the hips, then at the lips, then at the hips and lips. Nastya’s fellow dancers had to literally drag her out of bed for their next performance.

Pretty soon, Rebekah found herself travelling with the ballerinas from city to city. She spent her days touring the towns and sceneries with Nastya. She spent her evenings admiring her lover entrance everyone with her stage presence. She spent her nights showing her exactly just how much of an effect she had on her.

When one of her spies brought her news of Nik’s and Elijah’s visit, she was grateful for her centuries old paranoia. Rebekah stormed Nastya’s changing room and knocked the comb from her hands.

“I need you listen to me very carefully,” she put her hands around her face and bored her eyes into hers, “I need you to pack as light a bag as you can, and get out of this town as fast as you can.”

“What?” Nastya laughed and gently removed Bekah’s hands. “Sweetheart, I have to dance for my supper.”

“I’ll give you all the money you need but you need to leave.”

Nastya got up and steeled her face. “If I wanted to be a kept woman, I would have accepted any of those fools’ propositions over the years. I enjoy your company Bekah, but do not make me choose between dancing and you.”

“That’s not what I… ugh,” Rebekah pulled her hair at the roots. “You are in grave danger. I am not exaggerating when I say that your mortal enemy will be in attendance tonight and you cannot let him get even a glimpse of you.”

Nastya’s jaw hung open. “My mortal enemy?” she scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? I’m not some tragic heroine in a story, for god’s sake. My life is utterly boring and the biggest antagonist in my story is the humidity that destroys my coiffures.”

“I am dead serious.”

Hesitation washed over Nastya’s face. “You truly believe that, don’t you?” Her eyes roamed Rebekah’s face and whatever she saw made her pale. She sat back down and braced her head on her hands. “Oh my god, what is wrong with me? The first woman I fall in love with, and she’s completely crazy?”

Rebekah froze. She listened to Nastya’s heartbeat, but it didn’t betray any lie on her part. She approached her slowly, and crouched in front of her. She slowly pried her hands from her face and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone in my life.” More than my own freedom, she thought, you have no idea what this conversation could cost me. “I am not trying to destroy your life; I am trying to save it.” She took a fortifying breath. “I hope what you’re about to see won’t change your feelings for me.” Rebekah closed her eyes and let her fangs fall down. When she opened them, she knew there would be red irises surrounded by black and purple veins. She expected fear, even disgust. She didn’t expect Nastya’s fingers to reach for her fangs and trace them reverently. Her thumb snagged on one, and a drop of blood bubbled on the skin. Rebekah’s eyes were transfixed on the perfect pearl of red. She guided it to her tongue, and her eyes closed at the contact. A low moan escapes her. When she opened her eyes again, Nastya’s were just as heavy lidded as hers felt. She swirled her tongue around the finger one last time, and Nastya’s breath hitched.

Rebekah reached a hand and cupped her face. “There are things in this world I can’t explain, not right now, not in this short time. But I want to the chance to do that. And for that, you need to leave. Go East, and then South, to Khabarovsk Village. Look for Lubov, she’s a witch I trust. Tell her I sent you and I need her to cloak you. Then keep going east. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.  Hide your face. I will find you.”

“A witch, wait a minute…” Nastya’s eyes fluttered, her hand that was still trapped in Rebekah’s shaking.

“I wish I could break this to you softer, my love, I truly do. But time is not on our side. You need to leave and follow my instructions to the letter. I will do everything to protect you on my side.”

“I don’t understand. Why won’t you come with me?”

Bekah shook her head. “They know I’m here. If I disappear they’ll come looking for us, and they’ll find you and I can’t let that happen. You go. I’ll stay here and lose them. And once it’s safe, I will find you.” She repeats it like a mantra, a prayer to any existing deity that might be listening.

“Is that a promise?” Nastya grabbed Bekah’s wrist.

“It’s a vow.” She sealed with a searing kiss. She pushed her away before either of them was ready to break it but time was of the essence.

While Nastya made her escape, Rebekah compelled everyone who had ever seen her face to forget it. She couldn’t bring herself to make them forget her existence, but she could make them forget just what her face looked like exactly. She then compelled them to believe she had run off with some random officer. Even the hypothetical idea made her blood boil with jealousy. Then came the hardest part. She chose one of the dancers, Irina, who had similar build and colouring to her Nastya, and compelled her to believe she had been the one having a months long affair with Bekah. She then compelled the others to corroborate her story.

Once she was done, she joined her brothers for dinner. Elijah was in a good mood, he always liked Russia. Niklaus was on edge. He didn’t like being separated from her for too long. In fact, the three months she just spent away from her siblings were a record. Sometimes, she resented Kol for his ability to disappear for decades on end without anyone caring. She knew he resented her for holding so much of Nik’s love, but he had no idea how suffocating that could be. After dinner, they went to her usual seat to watch the ballet, as Nik already knew she did from his own spies.

Rebekah only relaxed when the show started and Nastya’s understudy showed up on stage. On her right, Elijah was just as enraptured as she had been the first time. On her left, Nik got bored after five minutes. He held the program in his hands and casually thumbed through it.

“That’s not Anastasiya, is it?”

Rebekah froze. “What?”

He showed her the second page of the program where an illustration of Nastya ate up most of the space, he needlessly pointed at the face she knew far too well. “Anastasiya, isn’t she supposed to be the big star? This dancer looks nothing like her.” Indeed the short blonde understudy looked nothing like devastating brunette the illustration depicted.

Elijah reached over Rebekah to look at it and hummed. “No, she does not, does she? I must say, that is a disappointment. I had heard so much about the lovely Anastasiya. Her replacement leaves much to be desired.”

“Bekah, you’ve been shacking up with the troop,” Nik teased. “You must have all the scoops. Tell us every sordid detail,” he nudged her shoulder with his. “Did her understudy break her leg in a bid to win the spotlight?”

“It’s all very boring I’m afraid,” Rebekah drawled, “yet another dancer running away with a lowly officer. I heard there might be a pregnancy involved, though that could just be a nasty rumour. Either way, it’s a shame. She could have become something.”

“And what about your dancer?” asked Nik, his program forgotten. “What was her name again?”

“Irina,” she ground out. “What of her?”

“I’m just curious. Should I worry about you turning her without my permission? You do get attached so easily.”

“Niklaus,” Elijah admonished, “let our sister be happy.”

“Are you happy, sister dear?”

Rebekah looked at him and schooled her face. The more enthusiasm Nik could see, the more ammunition he had to use against her.

“I’m having fun, Nik,” she drawled. “Is that allowed in your book?”

He flashed his dimples at her.

“Just don’t have too much fun. I’d rather not have to kill an entire troop of dancers. Or, better yet, come home with us, where I can keep a better eye on you.”

“I’m not bored yet,” she shrugged. “When I am, trust I’ll be on the first ride out of here.”

Nik huffed in displeasure but he didn’t argue. He picked up the program again.

“Elijah,” he called, ignoring the displeased tsks of the other spectators. “Does she remind you of anyone?” he thrust the program over Rebekah’s lap and into Elijah’s hands.

Elijah examined Nastya’s face, and Rebekah held her breath. She always thought that illustration didn’t do her justice, but she couldn’t underestimate her brothers’ obsession with the doppelgänger’s face.

“Perhaps around the eyes,” he mused.

Nik reached over Rebekah to snatch the program back and she finally lost her temper and slapped his arm away.

“Will you stop embarrassing me and let me enjoy the show?” she hissed.

He ignored her and examined the illustration again.

“Could she be..?”

“No,” Elijah answered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “I thought so too at first, those eyes are uncanny. But no, she isn’t. I would recognize her anywhere.”

“Yes, you would, wouldn’t you?” Nik sneered and Elijah pursed his lips.

Rebekah exhaled discreetly and focused back on the unfortunate understudy. She really was lacklustre.

Her brothers stayed in town for a full month, trying to coax her into joining them in Italy. She managed to convince them to give her a few weeks to say goodbye.

As soon as they left, she went in search of Nastya. She travelled East, and then South. She looked for her everywhere. Her witch contact had disappeared. She hired witches to put a location spell on both the witch and Nastya, to no avail. She spent six months looking for her. It was already double the time they spent together and she couldn’t even find a trace of her. She curved her body into a ball on her bed and cried every tear in her body. Then she just stayed there. She fell into a deep depression that left her stuck in bed for weeks that soon bled into months. She couldn’t eat, or sleep. She didn’t even feed. By the time her brothers found her, she had started desiccating. Nik sighed as he crouched to look at her and gently brushed her dirty hair away from her gaunt face.

“What is it this time?” he asked, his voice soft.

“She left me,” she croaked. Her words scratched at her dehydrated vocal cords like sandpaper.

“I will kill her and everyone she’s ever met,” Nik promised. “Tell me who she is.”

She couldn’t talk anymore, her throat was paralyzed. Nik bit into his wrist and brought it up to her mouth but she ignored him. His blood ran down her chin and stained the already dirty sheets. Not even the smell of it made her react. Her survival instincts were gone. Nik stormed out, instructing Elijah to stay by her side. He came back two days later with tales of how he flayed Irina open and slaughtered the entire dancing troop. Rebekah didn’t react. She couldn’t find it in her to feel neither guilt nor pity.

She heard Nik and Elijah confer with each other in hushed tones. Nik sounded scared, Elijah worried. She didn’t care about either. Elijah tried to coax her into a sitting position, to no avail. Nik brought her soup mixed with warm blood; she let it get cold on the nightstand. They spent days trying to bring her back to life. Elijah with his kind words and gentle touches, Nik with his taunts and temptations, none of them succeeded. If she could feel anything, she might have felt pity for them, or sorrow for herself, or anger at Nastya, or guilt for the lives fallen on her behalf, or even shame for her weakness. She felt nothing. They conferred again and this time, they sounded like they agreed.

Elijah held her face and kissed her forehead. “I am sorry, Rebekah,” he whispered, “I wish I could spare you this pain.”

Nik held the dagger to her chest. For the first time, he looked apologetic while he did. “You’ve left me no choice, sister. It’s for your own good.” He pushed the dagger and she finally went to sleep.

They woke her again weeks later, after they had finished making arrangements for their move to New Orleans. The weather, the food, and the music there were so different from Russia it seemed to bring her back to life. She let the southern sun warm her frozen heart and the Mississippi drown out thoughts of Nastya. And months later, she even found herself wishing her the best, wherever she was. She hoped she’d never see her again, for both of their sakes.

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 12

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): mistletoe kiss

Word Count: 1K

Story Description: No one truly knows how the mistletoe tradition started, but it's littered houses for centuries during Christmastime. But spending a Christmas with the original hybrid proves to be quite... informative.

Fandom: Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

A/N: I somehow was able to finish this before the year ended, though I thought I wouldn't be able to😅🫣 anywho, Merry Christmas everyone!! Thank you for following along with my stories, it truly has made my year 💖💖

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Under the Mistletoe

Many people questioned how the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe started. Just who had been the first person to say that denying a kiss under the plant would bring bad luck?

That’s precisely what (Y/N) wondered as she hung bundles of them over many entrances in The Abbatoir.

Somehow, the supernatural world has decided to take a break during the holidays. Especially the feuding groups of New Orleans that had decided on a truce between them. They wanted to celebrate Christmastime in honor of all the lives lost and all the lives that started.

Having this kind of peace wasn’t normal. Not having to fight for their lives was not something anyone around the Mikaelson family knew. But here they all were, preparing for a holiday feast. All bad blood between the family had been laid to rest to enjoy that night. Maybe the love/hate that always lingered between them would resurface the next day, but at least they would have that night.

Klaus Mikaelson sat on a couch with a smile on his face, watching as the girl jumped from door to door placing the plants.

“You do know most of the people that will be in attendance tonight are related, love,” Klaus grinned. “It wouldn’t make much sense to have them stuck under some tradition that brings bad luck.”

“Obviously it’s different when you’re family, Nik,” she smiled, stretching her body on a ladder to hang one on the main entrance hall. “It’s just a kiss on the cheek. But honestly, I’ve never heard of anyone getting bad luck because of this. I don’t even know how it all started. It’s just a bit of fun.”

As she finally hung the last mistletoe, (Y/N) lost her balance and fell backward. She braced herself for the impact against the hard ground, but it never came. Instead, she fell into warm arms that cradled her body before she could hurt herself.

“You clumsy girl,” Nicklaus chuckled. “How many times have I told you to be careful?”

“Maybe I did this one purpose,” (Y/N) grinned as she placed her hand on his jaw. “You’re under the mistletoe, darling.”

The hybrid raised his head and laughed as he noticed he was in fact right below the three little red circles. (Y/N) was nothing if not a tease more often than not. She was a bundle of happiness that juxtaposed his own ire-filled heart. She was the reason for the little mercy he’d give the people who crossed him.

Since (Y/N) had come into his life, he found the anchor he’d needed for so long. She understood everything he did and why he did it — though she disagreed with 98% of all the things he did and how he did them. But she never looked at him differently. She never saw him with scared-filled eyes or with disappointment, her (Y/E/C) only looked at him with love. And he was scared for the day that she didn’t — it terrified him.

But at that moment, in his arms, (Y/N) stared at him in adoration, waiting for the moment their lips would collide. Her legs shook with giddiness, waiting on Klaus to finally make his move. With another chuckle, he finally pressed his lips to hers. An out-of-character soft kiss.

“You know,” he said as he set her down, placing his hands on her hips. “I was the one that started this centuries-old tradition.”

“You?” (Y/N) chuckled. “Why would you ever start something like this, Nik?”

“What can I say, love? I’ve always been one for a little mischief.”

“This is more than a little,” she laughed. “You made a whole tradition that even made it into the Christian rendition of the holiday. Many people actually believe that refusing a kiss gives you bad luck.”

“Who’s to say it doesn’t?” Klaus grinned. “You do know we were witches before we were vampires.”

“Klaus,” she gasped. “Did you really curse a whole plant for fun?!”

The man broke out in laughter, the sound booming across the space. He sat back down on the couch, beckoning (Y/N) to sit beside him. She smiled at him before settling on the space beside him, her head falling onto his chest.

“You do know that part isn’t real,” he said. “People back then believed too much in superstitions and I played into it. Apparently, that little joke stuck through centuries.”

“That’s good to know,” (Y/N) chuckled against him. “Although I wouldn’t put it past you though. No offense, darling.”

“None taken, love. My reputation precedes me and I am not ashamed of it.”

“Well, luckily though, we don’t need that silly tradition to kiss all we want,” she grinned mischievously at him. (Y/N) flipped herself onto his lap, her legs on each side of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a teasing kiss on his lips. “We don’t really need the mistletoe for much of anything.”

“I like where your head is at,” he growled as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her into him. “Maybe we can make this into the next Christmas tradition.”

“Well, it seems this will have to wait until after dinner, brother,” Rebekah’s voice filled the room.

(Y/N) left Niklaus’ lap as embarrassment filled her body, sitting next to him as she had been seconds before.

“Impeccable timing as always, Rebekah.” 

“I tried to get her to wait so you both could have this moment by yourself, but she insisted on ruining the moment,” Elijah said. “I do apologize for the impromptu intrusion, (Y/N).” 

“Oh, that’s no problem,” she laughed. Getting up from the seat, she went to give the siblings a hug. “You guys could never intrude.” 

“Hey, you’re standing under mistletoe,” Rebekah stated, pointing at the little plant over Elijah and (Y/N). “That means you owe her a kiss, Elijah.”

In an instant, Klaus was between his brother and his partner, pushing him out of the way.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said. “The only one giving (Y/N) a kiss under the mistletoe is me.”

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Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature (18+ Only)

Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama, Gore, Depictions of Violence, Death

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Chapter 12: Emerald and Pearl

It’s still early morning when Lucie steals into the study. The sun is only an hour or so past the golden dawn hours, gaining intensity with every inch towards midday. 

Despite the trappings of modern convenience, the manor home is built to hold heat in, clinging with a tenacity that has Lucie swiping at her damp forehead. And as she rifles through the antique desk, she silently curses the unseasonable warmth that makes the room feel more like a greenhouse than a study. 

The hoodie she’d slept in lies abandoned over the back of an armchair, leaving her in a tank top and shorts. The hardwood digs into her bare knees, pressing against the bruise from last night’s spill. She barely notices, slamming a drawer shut with little respect for its age. 

Papers litter the floor, corners fluttering beneath the breeze from the window she’d wrenched open in a fruitless attempt to alleviate the heat. She can hear murmuring from down the hall. She’d passed by Hayley’s door on the way down, caught snippets of an exchange with Klaus, hovering just long enough to make sure there wasn’t a repeat of last night’s fiasco. 

They’ve been cloistered away for a while now, unaware of the rummaging downstairs.

The journal has been eating at her thoughts since she woke up, driven by an overwhelming need to open it again—no, to hide it. But when she’d stuffed her hand into the pile of papers to recover it, it had come away empty. 

Eventually, she’s forced to admit the journal is gone with nothing but a stashed bottle of bourbon and a few dust bunnies to show for her efforts. 

Defeated, she makes for the underutilized kitchen, determined to try again with caffeine in her system. With Klaus and Hayley still somewhere upstairs, the room is empty, sunlight plucking out the sheen in the immaculate granite countertops.

She relies on muscle memory to guide her groggy, agitated body through the motions, scooping out the grounds and filling the water on autopilot. 

The coffee percolates in the pot, filling it with a steady drip. Leaning against the counter to wait, she closes her eyes in anticipation, drinking in the rich, bitter smell. 

The machine beeps, the water trickles to nothing. A groan catches in the back of her throat as she drinks in the first sips with relish. It’ll be the only one she gets because at that moment, Rebekah bursts through the front door, frazzled and on a mission. 

She should leave it, mind her business, and enjoy her coffee.

Lucie follows her blazing trail, using the cover to slip unnoticed back into the study. 

Within seconds, the sounds of raised voices find her. She does her best to tune them out, to stay out of it all for once. All she wants is to find Elijah’s journal, to put it somewhere safe where his privacy is spared from prying eyes. She owes him that much. 

But it’s not to be.

“What the devil are you doing in here?” 

Lucie nearly jumps out of her skin, rounding to meet Rebekah’s inquisitive stare as coffee sloshes over the edge of her mug and splats onto the floor. 

Oh, just trying to find your missing brother’s journal that contains his most intimate thoughts and feelings.

“Uh…research?”

Rebekah’s eyes narrow, skeptical from her spot in the doorway. Then, all at once, she eases. “Whatever. Get dressed, you’re coming with me.”

“Leaving?” Lucie repeats. “Where?”

It earns her an irritated sigh in response like the answer is glaringly obvious. 

“To town. I have a lead on Elijah and you’re going to help me look for him.” 

It’s enough to give Lucie pause, coffee forgotten as suspicion replaces confusion. 

“Don’t get me wrong,” she starts, careful. “I’m grateful to see something built in the last century, but why me?” 

The unspoken question stretches out between them: Why not Hayley or Klaus? 

“Elijah is being kept in a church somewhere in the Quarter by a witch and I think it would be useful—”

“To bring in another witch,” she finishes for her. Rebekah nods her head, almost apologetic. 

She sighs. “Let me get changed.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lucie descends the stairs in a pair of jeans, a fresh shirt, and her worn boots, towards where Rebekah is already waiting by the front door. 

She’s halfway there when Klaus, appearing from nowhere, steps into her path. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” she says, arms crossed. 

His brow raises, glancing from her to Rebekah, comprehension dawning. “I don’t recall giving you permission to take my resident witch gallivanting about town.”

“And I don’t recall giving you permission to barter Elijah to the enemy, but here we are. You said ‘whatever it takes’, well, this is part of it. Now, are you going to let us find him, or are you going to stand in the way?”

Lucie holds her breath, waiting for the fresh wave of contention the jab is about to ignite. 

Klaus says nothing, only diverts his gaze beneath the force of Rebekah’s stare. 

If Lucie didn’t know any better, she might think he almost looks…ashamed?

Whatever they’d argued about earlier, it’s still weighing on him because he steps aside, allowing her to pass. 

“Come on, we’re wasting daylight.”

____

The woods pass by in a blur. Flashes of deep yellow greens, golden browns, and fiery oranges, the colors of autumn thin, replaced with asphalt and brick as the road leads them steadily back to New Orleans. 

Lucie watches them from the passenger seat of the flashy red convertible. Rebekah insisted that she wouldn’t be caught dead in Lucie’s humble sedan.

She doesn’t mind, not really. The breeze that cuts over the windshield is cool, running gentle fingers across her scalp. Her hair will be a tangled mess later, but she’s committed to enjoying her first venture beyond the orchard since her ill-fated encounter with Klaus. 

“Where to first?” she asks when they’re only a few miles out from the French Quarter. 

Her good mood sours the second Rebekah says, “The Jardin Gris.”

She imagines running into Arabella or Vivienne there, or worse, Agnes. Her blood chills at the thought of a dramatic confrontation, hurts laid bare while Rebekah watches on. 

“Would you mind dropping me by my house?” 

“I’m not a chauffeur service,” Rebekah replies, adjusting her sunglasses in the rearview. 

“I want to pick some things up,” Lucie says, unwilling to get into all the grisly details about why the Jardin Gris is the last place she should be. “I’m dying to sleep in my own pajamas. Please.”

Rebekah shoots her a sideways glance as the light turns red and they come to a stop.

“Alright, but don’t think this gets you out of helping,” she concedes. And then adds, “I thought you’d be excited at the prospect of visiting your old stomping grounds.”

Lucie does her best to resist the urge to pick at her cuticles, keeping her demeanor nonchalant. 

“I’m part of the Garden District coven, or was. So technically, they’re not my old stomping grounds,” she says. “Besides, I get the feeling my presence might ruin whatever top-secret business you’re up to.”

“Fine. More fun for me.”

They lapse into silence broken only by Lucie’s occasional directions until they stop in front of the little house in the Lower Garden District.

“How quaint,” Rebekah says, eyeing the wide porch and chipped green door. There’s no bite, just a vague wistfulness. 

Lucie steps out onto the sidewalk, careful not to let the car door slam. 

“Thanks.”

“Yes, well, don’t get too cozy. I’ll be back soon.”

“Got it. And Rebekah,” she calls out. The blonde quirks a brow over her sunglasses. “Try not to kill anyone.”

____

Rebekah leans back, pressing her back against the cool brick, using the shade of an awning to escape the worst of the sun's glare. 

It had taken her longer than she’d have liked to get here from the Lower Garden District and most of that had to do with her decision to drive instead of run. Road construction meant a detour that added an extra twenty minutes to the journey, but it was worth it to sit in the convertible with the top down and bask in the sun on her arms, the breeze through her hair. 

Not that it made much of a difference in the end. She’s been waiting for ten minutes, enough time to loop the block and touch up her makeup, with no sign of her contact. 

Some people have no manners, she thinks just as Sophie Deveraux rounds the corner and makes her way up the street. 

Her dark hair slips loose from its confinement behind her ear. Unaware she’s been noticed, she worries at her lower lip with her teeth, eyes darting nervously to and fro. 

Rebekah steps forward, intercepting her before she can pass by. It’s worth it to see the alarm cross Sophie’s delicate features as she avoids a collision. 

“Rebekah!”

“Oh, so glad you could make it. Elijah only lies daggered and rotting whilst you dilly-dally.”

Sophie’s demeanor shifts, anxiety fading as irritation takes its place. “You’re lucky I came at all,” she bites out. “What do you want?”

“Hayley was attacked last night by Marcel’s crew because somebody told him there was a werewolf in the Quarter. She only made one stop. Whoever saw her here ratted her out,” she says. “Watch and learn.”

With that, she turns and ducks into the nearest shop, not bothering to see if the witch is following. 

The bell chimes, the sharp scent of incense mixed with something distinctly herbal overwhelms her the second she crosses the threshold. 

The shop is dim, especially compared to the blinding midday sunlight. Baubles glint in the light. Clusters of beads and charms hang from every surface. Shelving and mismatched end tables create narrow walkways between wares. All of it culminates in one big sensory nightmare.

“Hey, Soph,” a sweet voice greets to her left. Her head whips around to where a willowy, tawny-skinned woman leans against the counter, tying the ribbon on a cluster of fresh-cut herbs. 

“Hey, Katie,” Sophie replies, arms crossed and looking distinctly uncomfortable as she casts a side-eye in Rebekah’s direction.

 Katie follows the glance with wide, dark eyes while Rebekah inspects a yellow flower on a glass pendant. 

“That’s filled with marigold — great for attracting the opposite sex. It would look awesome on you.”

She snorts, snatching her hand away from the necklace. “I very seriously doubt that. Do you have any others, one with, say, I don’t know.... wolfsbane, perhaps?”

“Wolfsbane?” Her brow furrows, little nose wrinkling. “Why would you want that?”

Rebekah crosses the room with supernatural speed, seizing her by the throat. The effort is worth it to watch the simpering sweetness disappear from her features.

“Please do not play dumb with me,” she says, wrenching the girl off her feet. The bundle of herbs rolls to the floor as she slams her against the countertop. 

“Rebekah!” Sophie’s horrified voice calls out behind her, but she doesn’t care. She’s here for answers and there’s no time to waste, not with Hayley's and Elijah’s lives on the line. 

A garbled sound escapes Katie’s mouth. Rebekah eases her grip just enough to allow her to speak. “I…just sold a werewolf some herbs. That’s… all.”

Her fingers clamp down once more, eyes narrowing to let her know she means business. “Are you lying to me, Katie? I suggest you answer my question honestly.”

Katie wheezes. “Sophie—”

Rebekah glances to the side. Sophie shifts her weight from foot to foot. “Just answer the question, Katie. Please.”

Katie’s posture shifts. “I told someone, but you don’t understand. I—I love him.”

Idiot girl. 

She has her on the floor in an instant, stiletto pressed against Katie’s pulse point.  

“And tell me, who is this vampire Romeo of yours? Shall I count to three?”

She fights down her mounting frustration when the girl balks. It’s to be expected. Fancying herself in love, of course, she’s reluctant to sell him out. 

No matter, all that’s needed is some extra pressure. Literally.

“One.”

She digs the heel deeper. 

“Two.”

“Katie,” Sophie warns, anxious. 

“Three—”

“Thierry!” Katie cries out, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. “I told Thierry. Please, don’t hurt him. Please.”

The stiletto retracts. Rebekah plants her foot back on the floor. The atmosphere shifts immediately, relief rolling off of both witches as Katie shifts into a sitting position, fingers gingerly inspecting her neck. 

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” she huffs, brushing her palms against her jeans and ignoring the curdled milk look from Sophie. “Right, no time to waste.”

As she turns to the exit, she catches movement out of the corner of her eye and realizes for the first time that Katie hadn’t been the Jardin Gris’ only occupant.

“You, freckles,” she barks and the woman freezes, staring at her like a deer in the headlights, green eyes round with shock. “If you fancy keeping your head on your shoulders, you’re not going to tell anyone about this. Got it?” 

The girl swallows hard and nods, ruddy curls bouncing with the movement. 

“Good,” she says, resuming her march out the front door. 

“Shit, Katie. Are you alright?”

It’s the last thing she hears as the door swings behind her. Rebekah tosses her head, trying to shake the sensation that she’d seen her somewhere. 

____

Everything in the house looks exactly as she left it the night she went to meet “Elijah” at Rousseau’s. The realization shouldn’t surprise her. It’s only been a few weeks. What had she been expecting? A leveled lot with a hole where the foundation should be? She isn’t sure, only knows that so much has happened in that time that it feels like something should be different—if only to match her inner turmoil. 

She doesn’t waste time reacquainting herself with the space. If she did, she would have noticed the conspicuous lack of dust, the teacup resting on the coffee table, and the unfamiliar coat hung up near the front door. Instead, she makes a beeline for her bedroom, digging into her closet with the zeal of someone who’s been alternating between the same three shirts for weeks. 

The rummaging only stops when she has a sizable pile of clothes on her bed. She’s halfway through stuffing them into an old JazzFest tote bag when she hears footsteps behind her. 

“You going on a cruise or something?”

Lucie nearly jumps a foot in the air. Why does everyone always sneak up on her?

She reels around, coming face to face with the narrowed eyes of her cousin. 

“Vivienne!” she gasps, hand pressed over her chest to soothe her racing heart. “How did you get in here?”

“You’re not the only one with a key, you know,” she shrugs, and Lucie can’t help a sudden rush of guilt. How many times had she used it to come to check up on Violette?  “Came to pick up some paperwork. Didn’t see your car out front. I figured you were long gone by now.”

“Yeah, well, that was the plan,” she shakes her head. “But it’s a long story.”

Vivienne snorts, using her thumbnail to pull up an old piece of tape on the wall. “Isn’t it always?”

Lucie’s arms cross over her chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Honest to a fault and never one to spare feelings, especially Lucie’s, Vivienne doesn’t miss a beat. “Even when we were kids, you couldn’t touch anything without making a mess.”

The statement hangs in the air. Delivered without any particular inflection, it stings all the more for the truth of it.

 “Well, I’m just picking some stuff. I’ll be out of your hair before I can ruin anything.”

“Doubt it,” is all Vivienne says, eyeing the overstuffed tote back. There’s an air of finality, one that has her waiting for Vivienne to turn and leave. 

But she doesn’t, just continues to hover in the doorway and they fall into a loaded silence. 

It’s growing unbearable. Then, “You really hurt her, you know.”

Lucie stops stuffing a pair of socks into a side pocket to look up at her, bemused. “Who?”

“Arabella.”

She fully freezes then. The addition has Lucie bristling before the words are fully formed. 

“I hurt her?” she asks, incredulous. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“She hasn’t seen you in years. She spent weeks smoothing over you coming back with the covens. And then you show up, accuse her of God knows what, and then disappear again. Sounds pretty justified to me.”

“‘God knows what’,” she scoffs. “Is that what she’s calling it?”

“She isn’t calling it anything. She won’t even talk about the funeral. But it’s clear to anyone with eyes that something happened.”

Lucie opens her mouth to argue back and shuts it just as quickly, hefting the tote over her shoulder. “I’m not doing this.”

But when she moves towards the door, Vivienne blocks her path.

“Too bad, because I am,” she says. “What the fuck happened, Lucie?”

She isn’t sure why she relents then. Maybe it’s the rollercoaster of the last month. Or maybe, tired of holding the weight of the truth all by herself, she wants someone-anyone-to share some of the burden. 

Either way, the words spill from her lips, take on a life of their own as she relays the hellish events of the consecration. To Vivienne’s credit, she watches with furrowed brows, not interrupting even as she recounts Violette’s murder. 

When she reaches the end of the story with no harsh commentary, she thinks that maybe, maybe, she’s been heard. That she’ll be believed and they can figure this out together. 

Then Vivienne scoffs, shaking her head. And all hopes are dashed to pieces. 

“See, this is exactly why I didn’t want to have this conversation,” Lucie snaps, defenses snapping back into place. 

“Come on, Lucie,” she shifts, an auburn curl slipping free from her ponytail to settle near her ear. “She used to cry when she couldn’t save the worms in the garden. And now you’re trying to tell me she murdered our aunt in cold blood?”

“I know what I saw.”

“You saw Arabella pour some tea and give it to our sick aunt. You’re many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Use your head.” 

“What am I supposed to think?”

Something flashes across Vivienne’s doll-like features. And for the first time since they entered this god-awful conversation, Lucie spots cracks in her veneer. Barely perceptible, but Lucie’s known Vivienne her whole life. “I…I don’t know, okay?”

She recognizes a flicker of doubt, understands the life-shattering reality of what she’s trying to make her believe, and something softens. 

“What exactly are you asking for, Viv?”

Vivienne steps back, an aggressive stance easing into a natural guardedness, and she sighs. 

“Arabella’s been absolutely beside herself since the funeral,” she says, pausing to find her next words. “She’s never given up on you, not once. I just think you owe it to her to at least hear her out.” 

They lock eyes then, emerald on brown. Transforming back into little girls rarely ever apart from one another. 

She pushes off the door frame and heads back into the hall. Lucie takes a few moments to collect herself. Then, pulled by some invisible force, follows to where she’s stopped in front of a hanging frame. 

“I remember this day,” Vivienne says with a wryly half-smile as Lucie stops just behind her. Over her shoulder, she spots a familiar photo. A six-year-old Arabella grins at the camera with missing teeth, clutching an unhappy-looking gray cat to her chest. 

“This is when Bella brought home that stray cat, isn’t it?” she asks softly, with a smile of her own. When Vivienne nods, she laughs and adds, “Remember when she made us help her sneak it into the house to give it a bath?”

“It clawed the absolute shit out of us. She really thought she could hide it.” Vivienne chuckles. “God, she cried so hard when Auntie told her she had to put it back.”

A blossoming warmth rises into Lucie’s chest, a sense of the chasm between them narrowing.

“She wailed all night. You remember how allergic Peter was? His eyes would swell shut and—”

The shift is palpable, all the air is sucked out of the room at once. Her stomach drops, her eyes drift to the discolored scar tissue creeping above Vivienne’s neckline. 

“Vivienne, about what happened at the Farrell place—”

She watches her harden back into porcelain before her eyes. 

“No. We’re not going there,” she says, voice clipped. “Not now, maybe not ever. I came here for Arabella and said everything I needed to. Now I’m leaving.”

“Viv—”

The door slams shut behind her. Lucie feels the gulf widen once more.

____

The engine hums, a slight breeze plucking up the ends of her hair as she waits, the car idling by the curb. 

Somewhere inside, Lucie is taking her own sweet time. She whips out her phone, typing a rapid-fire text to the recently acquired phone number. 

Where are you?

A minute passes before her phone buzzes.

Be out in a second. 

She sighs, settling into her seat before dialing Klaus. 

He doesn’t answer on the first ring or the fourth. It’s not until she loses count, waiting for his voicemail to kick in, that he finally picks up. 

“Nik?” she ventures, hearing nothing but scuffling on the other end. 

“Be quick about it. I have an army to build, and one compelled minion does not an army make—” Her brother barks orders to someone on the other end before leveling her with a less than patient: “Well?”

She elects to let it go. Just this once. “You were right about the traitor. Luckily, she’s just a kid, and she doesn’t know anything about us and what we’re up to. Do you want to hear the part that’s gonna please you the most?”

That must cheer him considerably, because she practically hears him grinning on the other end as he says, “Oh, do tell!”

She flips the sun visor up and down absently. “She’s in love with someone in Marcel’s inner circle. Guess who it is?”

Klaus only pauses for a moment. “Right-hand man type favors silly caps?”

She eases a little, relieved not to have to spell it out. Her brother may be many things, but dull is not one of them. 

“Two points for you. Thierry is fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Well, that means he just unwittingly became the key to our entire plan.”

“I told you you’d be pleased,” she says, ignoring the sudden pit in her stomach. Just then, Lucie steps out onto the porch, fiddling with her keys to lock up. 

Klaus chuckles on the line. “Oh, to be young and in love in a city where witches and vampires are at war. How very tragic—”

She’s only half-listening now. The witch is off the porch and crossing the lawn with a markedly unhappy expression. 

“Lucie’s here,” she says, cutting him off. “I have to go.” 

She hangs up before Klaus can say another word, phone landing in the cupholder just as Lucie wrenches open the door and sinks into the passenger’s seat, bag deposited in the backseat. 

“How’d it go?” Lucie asks, clicking her seatbelt into place and staring into the side mirror. 

She grins. “Swimmingly.”

“Do I want to know?” 

“Probably not,” she admits, turning the key in the ignition. The car roars to life. “I saw another car leaving when I pulled up.”

“My cousin,” is all the witch says. 

It shouldn’t bother her. Usually, Rebekah is content to mind her own business, and whatever has the girl looking so glum certainly has nothing to do with her. “Did something happen?” 

“Nope.”

Rebekah resists the urge to roll her eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“You can add it to the list,” she says flatly, staring out the window as they pull onto the main road. 

She frowns at that. While the witch has several irritating qualities, self-pity isn’t usually one of them. “What’s your deal with them, anyway?”

She doesn’t specify. They both know who she’s talking about.

The blinker clicks, the only sound between them. She’s sure that Lucie heard her and has elected not to answer—

“I made a mistake and people I loved got hurt. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I broke one of my coven’s biggest tenets.”

“Which one?” she asks, unable to resist her curiosity.

“Does it matter now?”

“I suppose not. Continue.”

“A tribunal was called so they could decide what to do with me. An elder was called from each coven to represent their faction. My great-aunt Violette was one of them.” Her voice is without inflection. The detachment tells Rebekah that whatever is coming next isn’t pleasant. “I was terrified out of my mind, listening to them speak, waiting for them to decide my fate. The only thing that kept me together was knowing that Violette was there, that she’d come to my defense.”

They merge onto the highway. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches Lucie swallow hard. When she continues, her breath is shaky. “But when it was her turn, she stood up in front of the entire tribunal and not only pushed for the shunning but insisted on performing the rite herself.” 

No stranger to familial betrayal, Rebekah winces. Lucie continues, “I’m sure you know New Orleans witches are a little different from other witches. We derive our magic from an ancestral well, drawing power from those passed on with the agreement that when we die, we're consecrated, and our magic fuels the well for future generations.”

“The rite cuts you off from the well,” Rebekah nods, catching the thread of conversation and following along. She’d known it to have been done once or twice during their rule over the city but never witnessed it firsthand. Then something occurs to her. “But I’ve seen you do magic.”

Lucie nods, looking over at her as she explains, “My father was born into ancestral magic. But my mother wasn’t from here. All her magic came from nature. It’s why I can still do some, even if it’s less reliable now.” 

“But something obviously brought you back.” 

“She died, my great aunt,” she states, with that detachment that Rebekah is rapidly growing to dislike. “I came back for the funeral only to find out they murdered her and tried to kill me, too.”

She can’t help the whistle that escapes at that. “And I thought my family took the cake for dysfunction.” Something else clicks. “So your deal with Elijah—”

“He wanted information on the witches, and I needed someone to watch my back.” 

It all makes sense now, she supposes, now that she can see the full picture. There isn’t anything left to say. This should be the part where they fall into uncomfortable silence and then pretend this conversation never happened. 

Rebekah surprises even herself when she says, “I know what it’s like to feel betrayed by those who are supposed to love you most.” Her hands grip the wheel, eyes fixed ahead. “I’m truly sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“I…uh…thanks,” Lucie stammers, eyes wide. Her cheeks flush, her head dips away so she can look out the window. “Weren’t we supposed to be looking for Elijah?”

“Change of plans. I have a ball to get ready for.” An idea that’s been forming since she saw her dejected face leaving the little house comes to fruition.

“Why do I get the feeling that I’m not going to like where this is going?”

“You didn’t think I was going to shop for a dress by myself.” 

____

Ultimately, they decide on a black dress, a strapless floor-length number with a satin belt that highlights Rebekah’s long legs and offsets her fair features. She’s a vision of elegance as she slips into it, adding raven feathers to her updo to accent.

Lucie should feel satisfaction, or at least relief as she watches Rebekah leave with Klaus in the gown that had taken them hours to pick out. 

Instead, as they step into the car, masks in hand, it feels like salt in a wound. 

When they’d arrived home only hours before, it was to Klaus in the parlor with Sophie Deveraux in tow. It was then that he’d highlighted the extent of his plans. Plans that involved using leverage to manipulate some Quarter witch — whose name only kind of rings a bell—so Sophie could do a locator spell to find some other witch, who Lucie knows nothing about besides the fact that she’s powerful and has Elijah. 

All the while, it fell to Lucie to stay home and look after a pregnant werewolf who absolutely did not need her protection. 

She certainly isn’t hurt at not being involved in whatever diabolical plot Klaus has concocted. Rather, it’s the rejection that stings, the confirmation of her own inadequacy. Klaus had plucked her away from her life, whisking her to the middle of nowhere to wait on standby like a magical vending machine, only to be sidelined when it really counts. 

A grievance that was met with dismissal by Klaus when she voiced it. It wasn’t until Rebekah had refused to meet her eyes that she knew she’d told him of their first disastrous attempt at a locator spell. 

She’d left the room then, angry and unwilling to let them bear witness to the hurt. She had nothing to prove, especially not to Original vampires. Opting instead to sit by the window of her borrowed room and watch the golden hours fade into a starry evening. 

The property is quiet, blanked in a velvety blue that she’d find charming if she weren’t so wound up. 

And normally she’d be thrilled at a night undisturbed. But as things stand, the peace rankles, intensifying the bitter pill in her throat.

A gust of wind rips through the orchard, divesting trees of their dying leaves with a sound unique to autumn and she finds wondering what part of the plan is being executed now.

 She feels a shimmer of concern. Though murky on the details, she knows enough about Marcel and Klaus to doubt the other witches—the decoy or the weapon—will survive the night. 

It shouldn’t bother her as much as it does. Aligned with the coven in one case and a vampire in the other, they’ve made their beds. But she can’t help but wonder if they, like her, had much say in the matter. Young witches tossed about in a game of magical politics because of the power they were born with and had no say over.

She shakes it off, refusing to let herself be carried away. And that’s when she sees it. 

There, beyond the back porch, beneath the shadows of sleeping apple trees, is a figure; lean and tall. A shadow specter amongst the fallen leaves.

And though she can’t see their face, can’t make out any distinguishable features, she knows when their eyes meet hers there’s a pull. Like a magnetic field pulling her into their orbit, urging her forwards.

Maybe that’s why when they turn away to edge towards the treeline, she doesn’t give a second thought. In an instant, she’s up and moving with no thought beyond the overwhelming desire not to let them slip away this time. 

Because she knows somehow, without any doubt, that this figure is the same one she’d seen in the mirror and then again in the glass of the backdoor at Violette’s.

She takes the steps two at a time, cursing the impractical spiral staircase before bounding the length of the house and spilling out onto the back porch. 

She passes Hayley by the pool. Deep in thought, but otherwise unharmed, Lucie leaves her uninterrupted. 

It only takes seconds for her to descend the porch steps and pad across the damp grass to reach the middle orchard, the place where she’d last seen the figure. 

But there’s no shadowy shape, no human form. Only Lucie standing alone amongst the trees, heart pounding. 

When she thinks she’s lost then, she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. Wheeling around, she sees a silhouette slip past the treeline, deep into the woods. She doesn’t think, just follows, ignoring the way roots and rocks bite into the soles of her bare feet and the night air chilling her exposed skin. 

She keeps them in her sights, barely. Like each step she closes between them, they add five more, determined to stay only at the very edges of her vision. 

Then they stops. Her pace increases, the distance closing. She’s within reach. All she needs to do is extend a hand, convince them to turn around and—

The figure is gone like they had vanished to vapor and joined the breeze.  

She’s alone, her ragged panting the only sign of life to be found. She nearly screams when a hand grasps her shoulder. 

“What in the bloody hell are you doing out here?”

She turns, following the hand on her shoulder up to an irritated Rebekah, still clad in her ballgown. 

Defensively, she reaches for an explanation to throw back at her, only to find she doesn’t have one. “I…”

Rebekah rolls her eyes. “Nevermind. Let's go.” 

She doesn’t wait for a response, snatching Lucie’s wrist and making a beeline for the house before she can even form half a protest. Anger at Rebekah momentarily forgotten as she tries to wrap her head around whatever had just happened. 

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The most bitter part of taking a dagger to the chest is the inability to gauge the passage of time. Dreaming on end with no idea if a week has passed or a decade. Then those first hazy moments of wakefulness followed by the gut-twisting panic over determining how far the world has gone on with you. 

He’d felt for Rebekah, when she’d awoken after ninety years of forced slumber, held her as she wept bitter tears into his chest, grieving the years of her life stolen from her. 

He feels the same dread, even as the dream starts anew. It starts as it always does with Klaus and Kol grappling in the sun. He watches on, though it’s hardly necessary. By now, he can narrate the events down to the second. Knows the exact moment Henrik laughs, when Rebekah will weave the final stem into her flower crown, and that soon the stag will appear to lure him into the woods. 

Except this time, it never comes. 

Instead, he turns just in time to glimpse dark hair as a slight form dips into the trees.

“Tatia, wait!” he calls, long strides carrying him across the meadow to follow. The woods are quiet, despite the liveliness of the spring day. He tracks her shadow, the flick of her skirts as she weaves around the trunks of ancient trees. Their branches, thick with leaves and fighting for space, blot out the sun. Light slips in the sparse spaces between, dappled slivers of yellow guiding his way. 

Then, he reaches the edge of a clearing, the one where he’s killed the stag—killed Tatia—over and over.

In the center, painted in golden sunlight, he sees her. No longer racing ahead, she stands tall, unmoving. Like the small carven statue of Frigg that mother keeps by the hearth. 

A breeze sweeps through the meadow, batting at the long strands of her hair, the hem of her white dress, shattering the illusion. 

He calls her name, soft and uncertain, though he cannot guess why. Maybe it’s the wrongness of her height, too short for her long-legged form. Or perhaps the unfamiliar coils of her hair. 

Slowly, slowly, she turns, and he finds himself staring into an unexpected pair of eyes. 

His brows knit. “Lucretia?” 

Bewilderment courses through him, thoughts racing at a breakneck pace that he cannot hope to make sense of. 

If the girl notices his confusion, she makes no mention, simply watches him with a placid, dreamy expression.

“Why are you so frightened, Elijah?”

Her arm extends out to him, too thin and so pale he can see the blue crisscrosses of her veins in the light. Her fingers are trembling. 

He wants to reach back out. Though the clearing is still and tranquil, he cannot shake the overwhelming urge to go to her, to shield against an unseen danger that crackles like an approaching thunderstorm in the surrounding air. 

But his legs are leaden and his arms remain pinned resolutely at his sides, trapping him in the shade inches from the sunlit grass. 

Her lips pull into a frown, though her eyes remain glassy. And as if tired of waiting, her arm drifts back to her side, fingers folding into the gauzy fabric of her skirts. 

Something glints in the light. Two sets of eyes follow its trail. A serpent with emerald scales weaves through the grass, winding its way toward her bare ankles. 

The words stick in his throat as he tries to call out to her, to warn her. His panic only grows as she dips into the grass, allowing the snake to wind around her arm. 

She rises, expression calm, drawing the creature to eye level. Inspecting it with reverence, she does not look away as she asks, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” 

Her voice floats to him, clear as if she was standing at his side. Somehow, he knows it was meant for him, not the serpent. 

Her head cocks to the left, the light plucking out the red in her hair as it spills over her shoulder, exposing the long column of her neck. 

He knows what is coming next. Yet, rooted to the ground, he’s helpless to stop it as the serpent rears its head back, maw curling to free pearlescent fangs. The foreknowledge does nothing to curb the fear, the unabashed horror as it darts out in the blink of an eye. 

Lucie gasps, body rigid, and Elijah can only watch on as it buries its teeth in the delicate flesh of her throat, scales gleaming in the dappled light. 

Venom drips into the grass, turning green to black, eroding the scene. 

Once more, he leans against the tree, standing silent vigil over his siblings. The air is thick with smoke, angry reds and oranges make the shadows stretch and retract. 

A crumpled form clad in white rests at his feet, blood and venom spilling from her wounds. Blank glassy eyes stare up at him in accusation. 

He wipes at his mouth. The back of his hand comes away streaked with red. All the while, the forest burns. 

Though he cannot move, he sees it all—the carnage of an old life laid out before him.

Henrik’s little body, ravaged by wolves. Klaus, screaming for him even as strips of birch in his father’s hand tear apart the exposed flesh of his back. Kol lost to the darkness. 

The flames consume all until there’s no one left but him and Rebekah. 

The flower crown dips precariously off to one side, the front of her dress soaked in blood as she stands amongst the bodies of her fallen friends. Their eyes meet and she laughs madly, reveling in the destruction as blood pours from her mouth, cascading down her neck, blue eyes wild, hungry, and utterly devoid of innocence. 

“You can help her. You can help them all,” a man’s voice says over his shoulder. 

“How?” His voice cracks, choked and bitterly desperate. “How?” 

“All you have to do is reach out. Go on, Elijah, just lift your hand.”

He tries, gods above, he tries. His arms are useless, his legs unable to carry him even an inch forward. Forced to watch as his life burns around him, unable to lift even a finger to save it.

When he cries out, pain halts any noise. Unexpected warmth blossoms within, a ball of heat that radiates out from a single point at the center of his chest. Empty brown eyes are the last thing he sees as the scene melts away. 

This time, Elijah wakes. 

[whereismymindnow]

Twin Hearts Masterlist

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Twin!Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+ due to mature, darker themes. Twincest. Smut. Strong language. Death. Miscarriage. Murder. Vampire/Hybrid violence. Please read responsibly.

If this work is found anywhere other than Tumblr or Archive of Our Own then it has been posted without my permission.

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“She is his twin. His only full-blooded relative and she has always meant everything to my brother.” The loud gasp that came from Caroline made Rebekah let out a wry chuckle. “It’s strange, isn’t it? People think they know everything about us and then we surprise you once again.”

Twin Hearts Prequel: The Birth (980AD)

Pia and Nik's Wolf Forms

Chapter One: The Last Piece of the Puzzle

Chapter Two: Home Sweet Home

Chapter Three: The Wolves

Chapter Four: Daggered

Chapter Five: Just A Little Game

Chapter Six: Death

Updates will also be posted on AO3.

[maidmerrymint]

Love this story!! The author is amazing. This story is a klaus mikaelson x original female character fanfiction on wattpad.

[lanassgirlll]

Do you love me?

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Warnings: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, no mentions of y/n

Words: 1,7k

AN: This is my first time writing and actually posting something, so please excuse any grammar mistakes and all that if this actually ends up getting read. Thank you, and enjoy!

It had been a few days since Klaus had left town, telling his girlfriend that he has some business to deal with, which concerns his family only. He had said the words “my family” to her, like she hasn’t been with him for years now. He had made her feel like she didn’t belong with them.

They met a really long time ago, while the girl, had still been a witch. But meeting Klaus and falling for him, she eventually decided that she wants to spend eternity with him. So she abandoned her magic and became a vampire, so she could be with her only true love.

It had been years, since she turned. She learned what it is to be a vampire first hand, she learned control. Even if it had taken her a while to come to terms with the fact that she has no magic anymore, having Klaus by her side, had helped her a lot through it all.

But now, Klaus had changed. She loved him more than anything life could offer her, but could she say the same about his feelings for her?

For the past few months, she noticed a change in him and the way he acts around her. He had gotten more distant and more cold towards her. She didn’t know why. Was it her fault? Was it something she had said or did, to upset or hurt him in a way? She had been trying so hard to find out, to fix things between them, but her effort was pointless.

Now? After months of trying, she had finally given up on trying to find out why Klaus had been pushing her away. She was usually a bright and bubbly person, who could make you smile in an instant, without even putting much effort into it. She had stopped doing the things she loved, she had stopped seeing and talking to most of her friends. All because she couldn’t figure out what was so wrong, that made Klaus hate her so much.

She was tired of trying. Thinking that he had fallen out of love with her, she started keeping her distance from him as well.

It was late at night. Laying in her bed, their bed, which now was barely shared between the couple, she was yet again thinking about him. Sure, they never officially ended things, but it felt like they did in a way.

She had been laying there for hours, crying as silently as possible. Not that anyone would hear her. She was all alone in the house.

Standing up, she walked over to where Klaus’ drawers were, and slowly took out one of his shirts. She slowly put it over her own and smiled sadly, smelling his light scent coming off the fabric of the shirt. She missed him so much, yet she felt like she had no right to.

She walked out of their room, and instead went to try and sleep in another one of the rooms on the floor. As she walked into the room, flipping the switch to turn on the lights before making her way over to the bed in the corner of the small room.

She sat down and did her best to wipe the already dried tears off of her face. She was exhausted of crying all the time.

Taking out her phone from the pocket of her jeans, she turned it on and looked for Klaus’ number. She took a deep breath before pressing the button and dialing it, already feeling regret after the first two seconds.

Answering the call, Klaus spoke from the other side of the phone “Hey, is something wrong?”.

She took a few seconds to think before speaking up “No I- why would you assume that?”

“Because what else would you- call for?”

“Oh.., right, I guess you have a point. I mean why would I want to call my so called boyfriend right? It’s not that I miss you or anything.”

She instantly felt regret after saying those words out loud, and before Klaus had the chance to say anything back, she apologized and hung up the phone on him.

She then turned it off and laid down on the bed, deciding to just try and sleep it off.

Klaus was worried about her. After their call last night, he had immediately decided to go back home and talk to her in person about what was wrong. He knew he has been distant and pushing her away the last few months, but he had only been doing it, so he could keep her out of the problems that had been rising every other day. He thought that she was already involved enough and that he didn’t want her to get caught in the middle of it more than she already had.

Truth be told, he was scared to lose her. And only after hearing how sad she sounded over the phone, he had realized that by pushing her away, he was slowly losing her still.

So there he was. Getting out of his car that he had just parked in front of his house, early in the morning. He walked inside and quickly walked up the stairs to their shared room.

Opening the door and seeing the bed empty, his heart dropped to his stomach. Had she left him? The hybrid took a deep breath and tried focusing on hearing her heartbeat incase she was still there.

He heard her, not far from where he was and relief instantly washed over him. He walked back out of the room and followed the sound of her heartbeat.

Opening the door of the room she was in and seeing her asleep on the bed, he let a tiny smile dance on his lips for a few seconds only.

The hybrid walked over to the bed and slowly sat down next to her, gently taking her hand in his and tracing his thumb over the knuckles on the girl’s hand.

Klaus was happy that she was still here.

Feeling the movement of the bed, she slowly started to wake. Humming a little, she looked up and saw him looking down at her. The girl freaked out a little, since she didn’t expect him to be next to her.

“Niklaus? You’re here?”

Slowly sitting up, she pulled her hand away from his and looked down.

“I am. You got me worried last night with that call, love.”

Chuckling a little, she rubbed her finger over her hand.

“You haven’t called me that in so long, I actually had forgotten how it sounds when you say it to me.”

“I know that-”

The girl looked at him again and shook her head.

“No, Klaus, you don’t know anything. It’s been months! Months since you told me that you loved me, months since you’ve stopped talking to me. I tried so hard, to fix it, to- to find out what was it that I had done wrong, but you never let me fix it.”

Klaus clenched his jaw. He was angry at himself for what he had done.

“Love, I was only trying to keep you safe. It took me way longer than it should have, to realize that by pushing you away, I was still going to lose you.”

She stared at him in disbelief. She wanted to cry, but she had nothing to give.

“Are you being serious? You’re a million years old, and yet you are that stupid to think that the solution to all your problems, is to fucking push me away?”

The hybrid looked at her sadly. He understood why she was angry and upset with him. And he knew that he’d do anything to fix it. He loved her too much.

“I was scared, I- please tell me how to fix this, I will do anything you need me to do, just please, love.”

Klaus gently took her hands into his and held them tightly, too afraid to let go.

“Do you even- love me… still? Are you still in love with me, like you were before?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. I love you more than anything, sweetheart, you know that I do.”

The girl looked down, staring at their hands. Hearing his say that he still loves her, made her feel such relief, but yet she was still so hurt.

“Then why wouldn’t you just talk to me Nik? If you had told me how you felt, I would’ve helped you, I would’ve done whatever it is that you needed me to do. But instead you pushed me away and you hurt me- you hurt me so damn much.”

Klaus’ heart broke for her. He never wanted to hurt his girl, he just wanted to keep her safe.

“I’ll fix it, okay? I’ll make it right. I’ll spend the rest of my miserable life, making it up to you, for hurting you like this. I never wanted to. God, I am so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

Tearing up himself, he gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and stroking her hair softly.

The feeling of his warmth, finally so close to her again, she just broke down into his arms. She had missed him so much.

“Shh, love. I’m here now. I’m here and I am never leaving you again.”

With trembling hands, she held onto his shirt, clutching it so hard she thought it would tear.

“I love you. I love you so much, Nik. Please never do this to me again, I beg you. I can’t- I can’t live without you.”

Klaus slowly laid down, pulling her with him without letting go. He held her tightly and close, still stroking her hair and rubbing her back softly, trying to comfort her and help her calm down a little.

“I swear, I will not. You are my everything, love, my whole world, my sun.”

They laid there for what felt like hours. She cried until she just couldn’t anymore, and Klaus held her the whole time, helping her calm down.

He deeply regretted everything he had done and said to her those past few months, but he would do all that he could to make his girl happy again.

[hyperactivewhore]

hi I love your blog we have very much the same opinions in everything except klamille is my favourite klaus ship and klaurora is second

I have been trying to enjoying klaus fics or any tvdu fics on wattpad but every thing I have read so far doenst show the characters accurately which is very annoying

I was hoping and want to request if you could give me some recommendations on fics on wattpad that are good. (Mainly klaus but any love interest would be good)

could you please give a short summary/review so far of any recommendation you give so I don’t waste time starting one only to not like ir

sorry if I am sounding rude English is not my first language but I can read it fully thank I you very much

Don't worry, you're not sounding rude at all, if anything you actually sound really sweet. I'm glad we share some opinions and I'm really honored you came to me for some suggestions.

I haven't read long fanfictions in a while outside works in ao3, I left Wattpad a few time ago but I'll still try my best, tho I'm not very good at giving summaries. Fair warning these are mainly fanfics I've read in Archive of Our Own, not Wattpad, but I hope it's not a problem. If it annoys you, send me an ask and I'll give you some Wattpad recommendations!

Patisserie (ao3, poly Mikaelson siblings x original female character, no incest) by @wickedlyemma:

Stats: (published: 2020-12-29), (completed: 2023-03-12), (words: 154,943), (chapters: 45/45), (comments: 4,385), (kudos: 8,469), (bookmarks: 1,799), (hits: 279,967)

Tags: Polyamory, Sugar Daddy, Self-Indulgent, Explicit Sexual Content, No Incest, Slow Burn, Not Canon Compliant

Summary:

I think we've all read those kind of tvdu fanfics where the main character is a teenager, usually related to the Gilbert or the Forbes, still in high school and who suddenly stops trying to make a life for herself just because she gets dragged into the supernatural world. Well, Patisserie is the opposite of that. For once, the main character isn't a teen but an adult around her twenties, who works at a bakery and is completely unaware of the supernatural world until Klaus decides to change that.

The slow burn is is truly worthy of a chef's kiss, the way the author describes and writes the Mikaelson is just so on point it hurts. Their family dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but it's as fucked up as it is in the show, which it's something not many authors can accomplish. The way they behave around the main character, a simple human, it's so amusing because they truly know nothing despite their age and she's just so easy to relate to, because for once the oc is not ridiculously overpowered.

The way we perceive the Mikaelson and the vampire world from a human pov is truly interesting, how she copes with all of it and eventually learns to love all of them individually while being aware of the danger is so well done. Kol and her, as well as her relationship with Klaus, are particularly interesting to read, especially considering how they all behaved around her at the beginning and especially because both of them are the most dangerous members of their family. They are all selfish creatures, and I love how it shows the more their relationships with her develop.

Apotheosis (ao3, Klaus x original female character) by atriums;

Stats: (published: 2022-01-01), (completed: 2022-12-13), (words: 158,264), (chapters: 31/31), (comments: 606), (kudos: 1,817), (bookmarks: 491), (hits: 69,472)

Tags: POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sexual Content, Devoted Reader, Author Rejects Canon and Substitutes It with Their Own, Cannibalistic Werewolf Cults, Nobody Is Good But Also Nobody Is Evil, These Characters are Flawed and Problematic (Probably), This Fic is Not a Bastion for Healthy Characters and Relationships, Reader/OC Especially, Reader/OC can be any ethnicity

Summary;

You know those fanfics who fix (almost) everything problematic in canon? Apotheosis does exactly that. In this story, Klaus isn't a complete irredeemable character for once, but he also isn't half as bad as his canon version, and due to the oc being a werewolf, this fanfic does expand on his werewolf side a little more than The Vampire Diaries or The Originals ever did. His family and him actually have a healthy bond, and Finn gets the recognition he deserves for once.

The story is set in season three of TVD, exactly when Klaus and Stefan are trying to make hybrids for his pack, and in a ironic plot twist, Klaus decides to take you with him when you're still a werewolf after you say you're not worthy to be a hybrid, at least not yet.

Her devotion to him is completely endearing and I absolutely love how Klaus actually cares for his pack, especially because they're all canonical characters who were killed way too quickly. Her relationships with the members of their pack are so well written, and this fanfic it's the perfect mix of humour and seriousness. It has a ongoing sequel, which I just adore. I warn you though, all the characters have several differences from their canon versions.

Twisted Obsession (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by rocket-queen98;

Stats: Originals, M, English, Romance & Angst, chapters: 16, words: 59k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: May 6, 2023 published: Aug 13, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] Elijah M., Hope M.

Summary;

Lola is one of the most adorable mc I've read. She is human and around nineteen, if I remember correctly, and just a sweet girl and adorable. She's introduced into the supernatural world thanks to baby Hope, who is just the cutest, due to her needing a mother figure now that Hayley wasn't present in her life thanks to the curse placed on her.

Her relationship with Hope is my favorite part of the whole fanfic. She doesn't suddenly turn into her mother, she doesn't intend to either, but rather becomes her best friend and Klaus and her develop a bond thanks to this. The way father and daughter interact is so heartwarming too, the subtle hints of them being werewolves, and seeing a main character having a good relationship with her father for once is a good turn, especially in tvd fanfics.

It's clear Klaus and Lola have something going on, even if they won't admit out loud, but for some reason the people around them give the impression they don't actually want them to date. There is implications something more fucked up than usual is going on with Klaus and his relationships, and I'm pretty sure him and Cami were a thing in this fic too. Surprisingly, Hayley and Cami aren't turned into absolute bitches, but there is Jackson bashing though.

The Girl in the Forest (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by noblecrescent;

Stats: Originals, T, English, Mystery & Romance, chapters: 30, words: 311k+, favs: 232, follows: 176, updated: Feb 19, 2017 published: Jan 23, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] [Elijah M., Camille O'Connell]

Summary;

This fanfic is a tetralogy of books set in The Originals, I read those fanfics a while ago so forgive me for any mistake. Maleny is a witch who was cursed, if I remember correctly, and was constantly body-jumping every short time.

In one of her lives, she met Klaus and they fell in love, but she died, if I'm not wrong, and they end up meeting again in New Orleans time later where he has a child on the way and a kingdom to conquer.

I can't remember a lot more without giving you spoilers, but it's worth checking it out!

Now, I'll give no more summaries because I honestly don't remember a lot of the next fanfics, but it's your choice if you want to read them;

A Veil Between Love and Hate (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by MandalorianHybrid;

Stats: Originals, T, English, chapters: 57, words: 200k+, favs: 609, follows: 359, updated: Sep 15, 2019 published: Jan 30, 2014, [Klaus M., OC]

Summary; Another five books set in The Vampire Diaries, with a story that eventually moves to The Originals.

Allure (wattpad, Klaus x oc x Stefan) by @viavolterra;

Stats: 575k Readings, 20,5k Votes, 34 Chapters

Summary;

I just could not not recommend this fanfic. Mia comes to Mystic Falls to seek revenge after Damon kills her best friend Lexi, but she of course gets dragged by the problems in that little town.

The thing I like the most about Via's story is how there is no cliché: no bashing towards Tyler or Elena, Mia actually befriends them, Bonnie gets the recognition and love she deserves, Klaus doesn't suddenly turn into a different person just because he loves the oc, he continues to be a piece of shit, and how sweet and empathetic she is, not like those reused badass mc who are just rude.

I would recommend some more, but it's kinda hard to find fanfics with a good Klaus depiction. I'm pretty sure I left out a lot of amazing fanfics, though.

[ex-coolgirl]

First chapter up for 2024 😜 Posted on both wattpad and ao3!

[snowflakeanimelover]

hello can you make an imagination about yandere klaus mikaelson where a random girl has a crush on him but she knows about klaus obsession with y/n so she starts dressing and acting like her to get attention from klaus, but the girl starts to make y/n uncomfortable? then klaus gets mad and takes it out on a random girl (you can write all this from klaus pov)

Thank you for the request! Sorry its so late 🙂

Relationship: Klaus Mikaelson x Female reader

Fandom: The Originals, The Vampire Diaries

Warnings: YANDERE, obsession, slight gore, character death, anger, comfort, fluff

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No One Like You

His body shivered as he watched you struggle to keep your composure. He could feel what you were feeling by his side. The way your hands tightened on his arm, body slightly shaking in either disgust or discomfort. He couldn’t really tell since he was shaking in disgust. 

Klaus Mikaelson could feel his teeth grit down in annoyance. The way the witch walked around, who looked almost just like you, made him writhe in anger. How could someone make themselves look like you in such a disgraceful way? If anything, it’s as if she was telling him how ugly you looked, which would never change his mind, of course. No matter what, he will always see the beauty in you, whether you were sick in bed or covered in mud. He wouldn’t give a damn.

It was the witch he had work for him a very long time ago. She somehow found him and wouldn’t let him go until she had him. He knows about her feelings toward him, and he made sure to tell her how uninterested he is. It didn’t seem to work.

His fists tightened in his pockets, trying to hold his composure. His anger didn’t only come from how the witch was disgracing your beauty. It came from how uncomfortable you felt from seeing someone copy your exact look just to get his attention. The same dress, shoes, jewelry, and hairstyle. The same colored hair, skin, and to what looks to be colored contacts on her eyes. It creeped you out, he could tell. In the midst of the formal party, however, your hold on him kept him from making any stupid decisions. Smart decisions, he thinks, but stupid in your eyes. 

“Quite frankly, love, I don’t care where we are.” He grumbled, now looking into your eyes. He wanted to smooth out those unruly wrinkles that have formed around your eyes from the discomfort you were holding. He did just that. His free hand lifted up and gently rubbed soothing circles on your forehead and around your eyebrows. It seemed to help a bit as you calmed down.

“No, Klaus. Please. She isn’t really doing anything. Just ignore her.” You mumble quietly.

He smirks. “I should be saying that to you. You haven't been able to look away,” his hand cups your cheek lovingly, “and she’s doing more than nothing. It’s clear she has vial intentions behind her actions.”

You try to protest, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss on your forehead. He made sure it lasted a lot longer then most forehead kisses, showing you just how much he adores you. “Stay here, love. I’ve got some business to take care of.”

He doesn’t give you time to hold him back, not that you really had the strength to, anyway. He made his way through the crowd. He spotted the small witch trying to grab his attention, making sure to put on a smile as he made eye contact with her. As much as he wanted to create a seen showing how much he loves you and only you, he decides to respect your wishes and take care of his business in a more quiet place. Once he knew she would follow him, he turned down an empty hallway and into a room. 

The witch came in close behind, a wicked smile on her face as she saunters over to him. “I didn’t think it’d be this easy to get your attention.” She smiles, her hands finding their place on his chest. 

He chuckles lightly, taking her wrists in a vice-like grip, his anger taking over a lot faster then he thought. “Is that so? Well, I must say…your attempt at getting my attention looking like my (Y/N) has been futile.” His eyebrows bend into a knot, clear anger showing in his features. 

The witch tried to get out of his grip. “What?! But I got everything down….I did this for you! It was the only way to-”

Her words get chalked up when his hand rips through her chest, her heart in his hand. He smirks as she falls limp, slowly dying. “I’m sorry, darling,” he coos, “but there's no one in the world that can be anywhere close to her.” He lets her fall to the ground, wiping his bloodied hand on a nearby cloth. Once he straightened up, he walked out the door and closed it behind him. A wide smile graces his lips when he sees you once more, your eyes looking around the crowd for him as you wait patiently. Just as he said, there is no one who can replace you.

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001: The Originals 👀

Thanks sm for asking!

Favorite character: Hard to choose because i love so many of them. I feel like every time I watch it I end up with a new favorite. The first time I watched the show I was an Elijah girlie (all that class and poise and honor with brutality and violence rippling just below the surface is so compelling). But overall I think I'd have to go with Marcel, I just find him as a character so fascinating and tragic. He's introduced as a character whose life on the plantation contrasts with the life of opulence the Mikaelsons are living in New Orleans. He's brought out of slavery by them and given everything - money, education, power, influence, status, the finer things in life - but it's ALWAYS contingent on him keeping them happy and doing what they want. Every attempt he makes to free himself ends up backfiring. And despite this he always finds a way to make it work. They leave him to die when they flee New Orleans and he still manages to build a kingdom that even Klaus is envious of when he returns. I also think the way he's caught between being too New Orleans to really be a Mikaelson but also too much a Mikaelson for New Orleans is really interesting.

Least Favorite character: Hmmmm.... it may be the obvious answer to say Mikael, since he is just so hateable. (also don't hate me but I did find Klaus kind of annoying after a while)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I actually didn't have much shippy feelings about this show (I also just don't have much shippy feelings in general) - i much prefer familial or platonic dynamics so i'm going to answer that way, with some of my favorite relationships and dynamics but not necessarily romantic or sexual. 1) I was a SUCKER for HayleyxElijah from the very beginning, probably the only romantic ship I really cared about while watching 2) Aya x Elijah in like... a super fucked up way. The centuries of history, resentment, and sexual tension....... The next three are all platonic/familial relationships I love: 3) Camille and Vincent had a really interesting dynamic (also I just think Vincent is severely underrated) 4) Marcel and Davina's father-daughter thing was really sweet and compelling and 5) Klaus and Elijah's relationship was the heart of the show.

Character I find most attractive: They are all so attractive lol. But probably Elijah. Maybe Aya as well.

Character I would marry: Vincent! He is so husband-coded. He's truly one of the most underrated characters on the show.

Character I would be best friends with: Honestly I think it would be fun to be a third in Davina and Josh's friendship. I think they're having more fun than the other characters. (And I love how Davina is so small but so full of rage and we have a lot of shared interests re:music). Or Hayley because I think she needs more female friends lol.

A random thought: We should've had more Aya.

An unpopular opinion: I think it would've been a better ending if all the Mikaelsons had died in the finale. For so many seasons the theme was that despite how long they'd cheated death, all things must eventually die. I think it would have been thematically better - and i LOVE a good and well-written tragedy. I have a longer post about this in my drafts.

My canon OTP: Haylijah

Non-canon OTP: Hayley x Rebekah (listen... this show would've been better with more femslash)

Most badass character: hmmmmm... They kinda all are, but i'm tempted to say Hayley (especially after she becomes a hybrid) or Elijah (there's something about the way he can do that kind of damage and then still look pretty put together that I find VERY badass).

Pairing I am not a fan of: I really did not like marbekah, despite really loving both Marcel and Rebekah. I just didn't like it - I think loving Rebekah is inseparable from Marcel's desire to be part of the Mikaelson family and she's basically his aunt .

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): So so so so many (specifically characters of color Julie Plec you will pay for your crimes) but I think Vincent is one of the better examples of this. I think he deserved a better ending than he got. Also Hayley because in the last season she became basically JUST hope's mom and didn't really have anything else going on.

Favourite friendship: Hmmmm... I think Cami had really great friendships with everyone that I enjoyed a lot (Vincent, Hayley, Davina, Marcel) I also think thats just a really interesting group of people - just bunch of people with strong connections to New Orleans or the bayou who are sort of caught up in the Mikaelsons' wake.