#Mafia!Klaus Mikaelson

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Hi, I really love your writing! Can you please write a yandere Mafia Klaus Mikaelson x an undercover agent reader? Thanks a lot.

Mafia!Klaus x FBI Agent HC’s

•Klaus knew almost the entire time that she was an FBI agent, it only took 2 days of him spending time with her to learn. He was already in love with the sweet girl though and he thought from the way she was with him that she loved him too.

So Klaus gave her the chance to come clean in her own time.

•It did start out as a job for Y/n, her first undercover job actually but she realized very quickly that she was in trouble…she was completely in love with the mob boss

•From the moment he asked her out he showered her in everything she could want and by the time they were on their second date she was giving her job completely wrong information, or none at all to try and prolong the job and it worked, she was with Klaus for 3 months before they decided to pull her out. Her boss figured maybe Klaus wasn’t the brother to go after if he doesn’t tell his girl anything of importance

•He did though, Klaus shared a lot about his life with her and she knew how sensitive he was to betrayal. Despite it being her job, Y/n refused to break Klaus’ trust like that and he knew, he monitored her phone and was aware of everything she ever said to her bosses, which is why he never confronted her about who she was…until their 4 month anniversary

•Y/n was packing when he came home, quite early that day to surprise her but she surprised him when he walked into their room and saw a duffel bag on the bed

‘What do you think you are doing?’ He asked as if this was funny to him

‘Packing. I have to go.’ She stated and he huffed a sigh.

‘Y/n, you’re not leaving me. You know I’ll find you anywhere you go, I’ll find you and I’ll bring you straight home…this is your home now Princess.’ He could see the tears welling up in her eyes and he hated it but he knew he needed to let her decide on her own to tell him.

‘Klaus, I love you, but I need to go now, I can’t…’ she sighed and sat down on the bed, him sitting beside her and pulling her close. ‘I don’t want you to hate me.’ She admitted and he chuckled.

‘Babygirl, I could never hate you. I love you too much.’ He teased but she sniffled loudly and he hugged her closer.

‘I was supposed to arrest you.’ She admitted and he looked down at her, eyebrows raised.

‘Go on.’

‘I was supposed to tell them everything about you but I didn’t and it’s time for me to go now so they can send someone else in.’ Klaus sighed, considering this for a moment.

‘I’m guessing this is about the FBI thing, hmm?’ She looked up at him stunned. ‘Of course I know Princess, I knew the second day. I know you better than anyone, and I know you never told them anything that you absolutely should have. I trust you, and you know how seriously I take that.’ She nodded, unsure what to do. ‘So they want to pull you out now? And they think I’ll just accept that? Idiots.’ Klaus grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, pressing his lips to hers roughly, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

•Y/n wrote out her letter of resignation that night while her mafia man had his tongue buried in her pussy, sending it with a round of giggles as she knew her boss wouldn’t take this well at all

•Her things were collected from her apartment by his men that night and Klaus got rid of her tapped phone in the garbage disposal, and now he finally had his Princess all to himself

•His family quickly came to love her too, hating what she was at first but realizing how good she was at spotting bugs and plants, knowing almost instinctively when a room is bugged from all of her training and knowing the handbook from back to front which is how she realized the man Rebekah had met a week later was FBI as well. Sadly it led to his death but Klaus would never let his precious Princess see anything like that

•She helped keep her man safe and she loved that she could do that for him like he did for her

•In a weird way, a Mob boss and an FBI agent are one of the best matches possible, even if the FBI agent ends up being a Mafia Queen very quickly

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

omg just read your latest drabble and I LOVED IT!!! can I ask you for jealous/possessive Klaroline OR Klaus comforting Caroline, please? <3

Thanks for reading, glad you liked it! I did possessive Klaroline here, not the second one, I might do it in a different one, I hope you like this one!

.xxx

“You're a good dancer.”

“I manage,” Caroline answers, gritting her teeth when Tyler’s hand drifts lower on her waist. “Unlike your self-control,” she says with a warning tone, hitching his hand up. “Careful, Tyler.”

Tyler lifts a hand in his defence. “No harm, no foul, Caroline.”

“No harm, a lot of foul,” Caroline hisses, letting him spin her. “We’ve discussed this.”

Tyler scoffs. “You can't tell me you were serious, Care. The guy’s a psycho.”

“The guy’s my husband. I'm married, Tyler.”

“Yeah, to a psycho.”

“He’s not a psycho,” Caroline berates him sharply. “Just because we dated once doesn’t mean I still have feelings for you, Tyler. I've moved on.”

“Caroline, everyone knows you never wanted to marry him. Your dad was in debt, and you did it to help him out. You don’t love him, you're clearly unhappy.”

“You don’t know what I feel,” Caroline tells him, her tone icy. “Stop making assumptions. You don’t know me anymore, and you certainly don’t know my marriage.”

Tyler’s grip on her waist tightens. “You don’t have to do this, Care. We were happy once, we can be happy again.”

“Our happiness shattered the moment you decided to leave me to pursue your pathetic revenge fantasy against Klaus. Your revenge mattered more to you than I did, and so we ended it.”

Tyler’s eye twitches. “So, what, you rejecting me and marrying him instead is just a way to get back at me?”

“I married him to get my father out of debt,” Caroline snaps. “It had absolutely nothing to do with you, nothing in my life does anymore. Stop following me, or I'll make you regret it.”

She twists her grip out of his grasp the moment the song ends, careful not to be conspicuous. She turns heel, ready to march away from him.

“Care.”

Only the soft tone of his voice makes her stop in her tracks, the one that reminds her of a boy who was funny and kind, one she once almost loved when she was a teenager in a small town.

“Care, don’t do this. I still love you—”

“I never loved you,” Caroline cuts in harshly. “I could have, but I didn’t. And it’s your own fault. It was five years ago, Tyler, move on. We’re not eighteen anymore.”

“I know you don’t love him—”

“Do you?” asks a silky voice from behind them, and the hair on the back of Caroline’s neck stands up. Tyler visibly stiffens when Klaus comes up to stand beside her, his hands tucked in the pockets of his suit that only Caroline knows is hiding a collection of three different knives and at least one pistols. “And what makes you so sure of that, mate?”

“I'm not your mate,” Tyler growls. “And this is none of your business, Klaus.”

“Isn't it? This is my wife you're speaking to here, Tyler, which makes it every bit my business. And I did recall my name being said.”

“This is a matter between me and Caroline; it doesn’t involve you. Leave.”

“Watch your tone, mate,” Klaus says coldly. “Threatening me doesn’t lead to anything good.”

Tyler ignores him, turning back to her. “Care,” he says again, his voice slightly pleading. “Care, please. I’m your friend, I love you—”

“Be very careful how you choose to finish that sentence, Lockwood,” Klaus interrupts, his tone dangerous.

“Care—”

“Tyler,” Caroline interrupts him quickly, not wanting the benefit to be transformed into a bloodbath. “Just…just go.”

A hurt expression passes over his face. “What? But, Caroline—”

“Tyler, I don’t have feelings for you anymore, how much clearer can I make it? I've literally married someone else.”

An angry look crosses his face. “You don’t even like him. He could hurt you, Caroline—”

As subtly so that no one could even see it, Klaus whips out the pistol from his suit jacket and points it at Tyler. “Another word, mate, and the only thing that’s going to hurt is the bullet I'll put between your skull. Walk. Away.”

Tyler looks at Klaus with such hatred that Caroline actually thinks that he might explode. He throws one loathing glance towards Klaus and a fleeting look of something she can't identify towards her, then turns away and walks out the ballroom, slamming the doors behind him, causing a few guests to look at him quizzically.

Caroline sighs, turning to Klaus, who’s looking murderous, preparing herself for another one of his tantrums. “Klaus, listen—”

“We’re dancing,” he says abruptly, tucking the gun back into its hidden pocket steering her towards the dance floor, where the orchestra has just started up a waltz—not one of Caroline’s favourites, but one she can do well. He grasps her arm, not too hard, but not gentle either, and hauls her to face him, one hand on her waist.

Caroline grits her teeth. “Don’t manhandle me.”

“My apologies,” he says, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Pardon my temper when I just saw a man making love confessions to my wife.”

The music starts, and the couples around them start moving, Klaus’s hand warm in hers as they circle around the dance floor. Caroline scoffs. “Please, don’t act like that means something.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“No,” she says firmly. “It doesn’t.”

Klaus laughs. “And yet you reject the man like he were nothing.”

“I didn’t reject him,” Caroline grinds out, trying her hardest to keep her mind off the fact of how well the suit fits him. “I'm married, there shouldn’t have to be a rejection.”

“Married,” Klaus echoes. “You say the word as though it is a trap.”

Caroline says nothing, lets him spin her, a few loose curls escaping from her updo. She nearly gasps when his hand rests on the bare skin on her back, his piercing eyes boring into hers.

“Do you feel trapped, Caroline?”

Does she? It certainly wasn’t her choice, this marriage. A sham to get her father out of debt, she had agreed to marry the most powerful son of the man her father owed money to, someone she had never met, the dangerous man everyone whispered about, the one who ran Chicago’s underbelly. Klaus Mikaelson is dangerous, possessive, controlling, ask anyone.

Has she ever felt trapped? No, she hasn’t.

“No,” she answers him quietly. “I don’t.”

Klaus doesn’t react, laces his fingers within hers. She can't feel his skin against hers; she’s wearing silken gloves gifted to her by her pretentious sister-in-law. They’re utterly ridiculous, but Klaus seems to have a fascination with them on her fingers, plucking at the fabric whenever she wears them, as though he wants them off.

“You were rude to Tyler,” she says to fill the silence, regretting her choice of topic when Klaus’s eyes darken.

“I said what needed to be said.”

“You threatened him.”

“Because he tried to steal you,” he growls, his fingers around hers tightening. “Am I supposed to just let that happen, let anyone take what is mine?”

Caroline inhales sharply, retort forgotten at the sight of Klaus’s livid, hot, possessive eyes staring at her. Her gaze follows the line of his throat, stopping at his Adam’s apple, which rests against his bow tie. “I am not an object.”

“No,” Klaus agrees, pulling her closer to him so that their bodies nearly touch. “You are far more precious, sweetheart.”

Caroline’s eyes widen slightly at his declaration, and Klaus smirks, spinning her again. His next words shake her to her core when she hears them, and it’s lucky she isn't looking at him when she does.

“You care for me.”

Caroline represses a shiver, and closes her eyes. “That’s an assumption.”

“Is it a wrong one?”

Are they moving? She can't really tell, but the ballroom doesn’t resemble the ballroom anymore, and instead looks like the library she dreams of coming to, the huge one in his mansion she was never able to muster up the nerve to visit, for unfathomable reasons. She can still hear the music, albeit faintly, and Klaus turns her to face him, his eyes unreadable. “Is it?”

Caroline sets her jaw and looks him squarely in the eyes. “Yes.”

Klaus doesn’t say anything, just turns her so that her back is pressed against his chest. “Tell me, Caroline,” he murmurs in her ear, making her shiver, the pleasant sensation of his warm breath on her neck. “What spurs you to lie to me so convincingly?”

Her breaths are short, and she’s filled with a sense of apprehension, although none of it is from fear and all from anticipation. “I'm not lying.”

Klaus laughs. “Three months in a crime ring and already so sure of her talent for deception. Admirable, yet misguided. You are not as subtle as you think you are, sweetheart.”

A hot sense of annoyance flashes through her. “Excuse me?”

She gasps when she feels hot lips at her throat, teeth following, his tongue soothing over the mark left. “I've watched you. Watched you try not to watch me and scowl as I discuss my estate’s affairs with Genevieve and the Marshall girl, or the state of my mother’s will with Aurora. I've seen your beautiful face twist with worry whenever I load a gun, flinch whenever you see me in the medical wing getting cleaned up. You care for me.”

“Klaus…”

“I do. I care about you. Whenever I see you in the arms of another man, I want to rip him apart, limb to limb, for putting his hands on you. I almost had a heart attack when I heard about the attempt on your life, which I later dealt with, by slowly slaughtering the lot of them, the ones who planned to kill you, sending back their bodies as a reminder of what would happen to anyone who dared to even think of touching you.”

“That’s…” Caroline nearly whines out loud when he removes his mouth from her neck, looking her in the eyes. “You're…our marriage is a business arrangement.”

Klaus makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his fingers lightly skimming over the neckline of her dress. “While it certainly started out that way, it hasn’t remained. Do you disagree?”

“I…I don’t—”

“Live in denial all you want, love,” Klaus says, his eyes drifting down to stop at her lips. “I certainly won't about the fact that I—”

Caroline leans forward and pressed her lips to his, partly to shut him up and partly because she wanted to kiss him again. He tasted of whiskey and smoke, and Caroline nearly moans at the combination before he pulls away, a small smile on his face. “Charming,” he murmurs against her mouth, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. “But pointless. Is it that hard for you to hear that I care for you?”

Caroline breathes in shakily. “Why?”

“I fancy you,” he breathes. “You're beautiful, you're strong, you're full of light. You enchant me. Is there a reason I shouldn’t like you? You are, after all, my wife.”

“You have got to stop with that,” she says breathily.

“With what?”

“Calling me your wife.”

“Aren’t you?” The smirk that forms on his face is deadly, making him look even more handsome than he really is. “You do wear my ring, after all. Wear the necklace with my family’s symbol on it. Use my last name on everything you sign. You. Are. Mine.”

She should not find this attractive. This possessive, controlling man who kills people without breaking a sweat and murders with dimples in his cheeks is…

Hot.

Her husband.

“Tell me you do not care for me,” Klaus whispers. She can't hear the music now, but she doesn’t care, all her attention fixed on the man before her. “Tell me you feel absolutely nothing for me when you look at me. I'll kiss every lie off your lips as many times as I have to.”

Caroline lets out a shuddering breath, her eyes fixed on his lips. “Klaus…”

“Say it.”

She can't. She can't lie to him and tell him that what she feels for him is not hatred, as much as she wants to.

“Say it, my love.”

His words send a rush of wetness between her thighs, making her clench them together. If Klaus notices (which she’s sure he does), he doesn’t say anything, although his lips curl into a smirk. Caroline reddens, and Klaus’s eyes travel down the line of her neck.

Caroline inhales, looking him in the eyes. “If I see you with Hayley or Genevieve again, I will end you,” she grits out, winding her fingers in the short curls at the back of his head and gripping them tightly. “See Aurora again, and I will leave. I want them all gone. Immediately.”

Klaus smiles widely, the sight pleasing. “Of course. Anything else?”

“I don’t share,” Caroline warns.

“Oh,” Klaus replies, his tone low. “Neither do I.”

Caroline gives him a shark-like grin. “Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, how long will it take for you to push me against the bookshelves?”

She feels her back hit the walls before she even finishes speaking, strands from her hairstyle escaping and falling freely down her shoulders. Klaus isn't gentle, roughly ripping off her gloves and pushing up her skirt, getting to his knees, not before giving her a bruising kiss that leaves her light-headed before she even has a chance to process what's going on.

Klaus bats away the waves of fabric that flow to the ground, hooking one finger underneath her panties and ripping them off. She lets out a breathy laugh, twisting her hands in his curls. “I liked those panties, you dick.”

Klaus swipes his tongue against her folds, leaving her moaning. “The feeling is reciprocated, though not enough to leave them intact. I'll buy you new ones.”

He hooks one of her legs over his shoulder, pausing to leave hot, biting kisses on her inner thigh. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan, knowing those places would bruise later. Klaus presses his mouth to her core, sucking her clit between his lips and smirking at the garbled sound she lets out. “Good, sweetheart?”

“Shut up,” she hisses. “Make me come.”

Klaus doesn’t argue, dipping his head and thrusting his tongue between her folds, making her clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she’s letting out in fear of being heard.

It’s the thrust of his fingers that makes her see stars, and she topples over the edge with a muffled scream. Klaus gets to his feet, straightening his suit, the smuggest look on his face. Caroline leans forward and pulls him in by his bow tie, which is untied and hanging loosely around his neck. She groans when she tastes herself on his lips, winding her legs around his waist, uncaring that she’s probably ruining his pants.

“Eager, are we?” Klaus’s laugh is hot against her clavicle, where his lips have travelled, and Caroline growls.

“If you don’t get inside me in the next five seconds I will fucking kill you.”

Klaus grins, then suddenly looks so frustrated that he looks furious. “I don’t have a condom—”

Caroline cuts him off with a kiss. “Pill. Inside me, now.”

Klaus releases her thighs to fumble with the button of his pants, pushing down his boxers. He hesitates slightly, pulling back. “Are you—”

“Completely sure,” Caroline says impatiently. “I wanted you since ages, fuck me.”

Caroline’s eyes roll back at the first thrust of his hips, hands scrabbling for a surface to hold onto other than his shoulders. Her fingers find smooth shelves and latch on, and she honestly wouldn’t be surprised to find scratches on the wood later. Klaus groans into her neck, muttering filthy promises of what he was going to do to her when he was done, how he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

“God,” Caroline moans, giving up on the shelves and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, moaning at the taste of whiskey on his tongue. “Klaus, just a little more—”

Klaus reaches down between them and hooks two fingers inside her. “Come for me, love. I want to feel you around my cock, let go.”

She shatters with a short scream, burying her face into his chest, Klaus following her with a short groan. She slumps against him, both their breathing unsteady, but when Caroline looks at him, his eyes have never been brighter.

“I've had enough of this party,” she tells him fighting to keep her tone from being breathy. “Want to get out of here?”

The grin on his face is like the devil. “I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart.”

xxx.

thanks for reading!

[katherineholmes]

Untitled Fic

Preview

“So you’re having them followed?” She asks lightly, despite the pit that’s opened up in her stomach. Klaus looks at her sideways, and she’s not sure she has hidden her fear.

“Of course I am love,” she focused on the words, because of course. He’s paranoid, and she knows this.

“Do you ever have me followed?” Elena’s glad she’s able to keep the fear out of her voice, mostly because she needs to know.

“Well, that’s for your protection.” He answers glibly, and she has to resist the urge to scoot away from him.

Written for the AU-gust 2023 challenge - prompt : two of the above (any two prompts). A Klena mafia AU.

@feralcherry

[kirythestitchwitch]

Unnamed 'No Roses On Your Bones' Sequel - opening pitch

Caroline’s phone pinged loudly as she was leaving work around 1 AM, tired and sore from ensuring the reception dinner for a local politician’s son’s wedding went smoothly. It could have been more of a nightmare than it had been–the parents of the groom were, true to type, a giant disaster waiting for a place to happen–but the actual couple had been lovely and clearly smiling for pictures while waiting for it to be time to bolt for the Bahamas for two weeks. At least Caroline could help the pair out by finding social situations for the parents to solve periodically, thereby pulling them away for a few minutes. It was a juggling act, but Caroline was very good at her job.

Sticky and hot in the muggy July air, the air was practically dead in the underground employee parking lot of The Drake Hotel. Fishing her phone out of her purse, she waved a hand at the security guard in her booth when she passed by. As she walked to her car parked not that far away, she thumbed through her notifications, keeping an eye out around her just in case. Kol had put out a new video, better save that for tomorrow morning. Bekah’s Story said she was at a party at Tao Chicago nightclub, which might be true, but when Caroline had asked her if she wanted to stop by for dinner on her break, she’d said she had to work tonight.

The newest notification was a text from Klaus. Before she could read it, she stuffed her phone into her bra as she unlocked her car and opened the door, tossed her purse in on the passenger seat, and got in. Palming the door locks as she started the car, she sat for a second while the Bluetooth linked up and her music playlist started up over the speakers. Then she pulled out her phone and opened his message. When she read it, she immediately huffed, typing out her own message.

Caroline paused a moment before pointing out that you basically have to commit murder or sign over your firstborn for those tickets this late into the season. Right, she was talking to Klaus. 

Squinting at the screen, Caroline tapped her finger against the side of her phone, thinking. This man held too many cards. Dropping her phone in her cupholder, Caroline tapped the car's touch screen of her contacts until Klaus' name came up. When the sound system started ringing, she pulled out of the parking spot.

"Hello, love," As was often the case when Klaus picked up, his voice sounded like this was the best part of his day.

"I have some conditions," Caroline said as she weaved through the underground parking lot.

She could hear him grinning. "Of course you do." There was a pause. "You're not driving, are you?"

Huffing, she pulled up to the exit and waited while the security bar lifted to let her car out to the street. "Excuse you, glass houses? Those who text and drive do not get to throw stones."

His voice filled with disgruntled pique. "If my insurance agent can't prove I did it, I don't think you should be able to hold it against me."

"Harassment-free technicalities don't include insurance fraud, Klaus." Her way was clear and she pulled out into the street. At this time of night, the streets were free of anything resembling traffic, and it wouldn’t take too long to get back to her apartment. Normally she took the L during the day since there was a stop near her apartment, but the last two times she’d taken the elevated train that ran through most of Chicago at night, she’d been not-so-discretely followed by one of the guys she had one-hundred-percent seen playing bouncer at one of the doors of a Mikaelson underground casino. Which sibling was being an over-protective weirdo might have been a guessing game, if she wasn’t fully aware that exactly one of them had a mysteriously accurate bead on her schedule. 

“Perhaps they should? If you’d only spoken to my secretary after your last accident–”

“Zzzt!” Caroline shushed him with one hand, despite him being unable to see it. “That was a tiny little fender bender, hardly worth Dana’s time. I’m saving my descent into villainy for something really worth it.”

“Like baseball tickets.” The smug tone was back in his voice again.

Caroline tapped her fingers against the steering wheel at a red light. “I am not descending, I’m merely… slouching.” When his soft laugh rumbled across the line, she may have preened slightly. Whatever, he'd never know. "Anyways. My conditions."

[maidmerrymint]

Can anybody recommend some Mafia/Mob Klaus Mikaelson fanfic.

These are the ones I've read so far.

Family Bonds by Klaroline_believer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30693779/chapters/75738935

Caroline Forbes has been raised in a world of luxury and style, but behind all that lies a darkness which she cannot escape. Forced into an arranged marriage with Niklaus Mikaelson, the most ruthless man in New York, Caroline has to find a way to survive in a world ruled by men. Rated M. Age gap, smut, and violence. You have been warned.

Contingency Plan by Eliliyah

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30524646/chapters/75281616

When Stefan’s idiocy threatens Caroline’s carefully laid plans, she has no choice but to turn to Klaus Mikaelson for help. Unfortunately, the criminal king of Philadelphia won’t be swayed by simple seduction and has a different kind of proposition for her. It’s a good thing she has a contingency plan. Never try to overthrow an empire without one. Dark Klaroline Mafia AU. COMPLETE

Just Good Business by BelleMorte180

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23659477/chapters/56792542

Caroline Salvatore, married into one of New York's most brutal crime families.Niklaus Mikaelson, a notorious mob boss who is hellbent on taking down the Salvatores.

It's an affair for the ages.

flightless birds by perfectpro

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39722655

Caroline has one last night of freedom before she's married to Klaus Mikaelson, son of the man who rules Chicago. Being used as a bargaining chip is the last thing she'll do for her father, who has overplayed his hand for the final time.

She's looking for escape. Imagine her surprise when it comes in the form of a handsome stranger at a bar with dimples and tousled curls.

A Good Bet by UppityBitch

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31721854/chapters/78514066

Klaroline AU human mafia multi-chap. Her estranged mother owed money to the mob, and Caroline had no choice but to pay her debt. Then, the Mikaelsons made her an offer she happily refused, only to learn the hard way that no one ever says ‘no’ to Klaus Mikaelson.

Songbird by Scarletborn

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10823254/1/Songbird

She asked for his protection. He gave it to her. But with Klaus Mikaelson everything came with a price and into his web Caroline Forbes went. However that was only the beginning. Mafia!Klaroline. AU/AH.

[wholoveseggs]

Indulgences

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Part One

Elijah's red door is cracked open and his heart broken, so naturally Klaus takes him to a strip club to cheer him up.

~♡♡ This is part one of a series I've been writing inspired by a @klausysworld post about Elijah being in a pretty woman-esque scenario ♡♡~

3k words - Warnings: light smut, red door elijah {my interpretation of him}, drug use, adult themes, domestic abuse, violence, blood drinking.

{Part Two} {Part Three} {Part Four}{Moodboard->}

"Laadiieess! Two whales just walked in!" Stacy announced, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she rushed into the dressing room. You were applying a new layer of lipstick in the mirror when you caught her eyes in the reflection.

"Who are they? Any hot ones?" You asked, spinning around to face her. She smirked, her eyebrows arching up.

"Oh yeah, they are brothers; I overheard Mitch talking to them out there. They're filthy rich and super hot. I heard their last name, uh, Mikaelson. That sounds familiar, don't it?" Stacy replied, adjusting her breasts in the mirror.

"I've heard other clients talk about them; they are gangsters or something. Powerful ones, like mafia-type shit," Tonya chimed in from her relaxed position in a chair, looking at her phone, her long legs gracefully draped over the arm, stiletto heels pointed in the air.

"Ooh, really? Sounds intriguing." You hummed, glancing at yourself in the mirror again. You adjusted your strapless corset, smoothed out your black lace panties, and straightened your black thigh-high stockings secured by a garter belt. Your boyfriend Jordan had bought you the lingerie; he told you the outfit would make more clients want to buy lap dances from you.

"They booked the platinum suite for the whole night; that's ten grand right there," Stacy revealed with an excited gleam in her eyes.

"Damn, it's been months since we had clients who could afford that kind of luxury," Tonya replied, a smirk playing on her lips.

"They want a private show and a lot of drinks." Stacy added; you could tell she was excited. She loved big spenders, especially the ones who gave big tips.

"Alright, I'll take them; I could use the cash." You chimed in, smoothing down your hair and checking your makeup one more time.

"Just hold on a minute; this isn't some regular party. Mitch is coming by to pick, so sit tight, sweetie." Stacy warned, her eyes narrowing at you. You frowned, Stacy was always acting like the boss, even though she was just a dancer like you.

More girls came filing into the change room, the news of the two hot, rich clients spread rapidly through the club's grapevine. They were all whispering among themselves, gossiping about the clients.

"I heard that they run this town and can have anyone killed, like snap their fingers and a dead body would appear the next day," whispered a younger girl named Tiffany.

"You know that bigwig Marcel? He's like their right hand; he does anything they tell him to," replied another girl named Samantha, tall and blonde.

"So, are they, like, dangerous?" Tiffany asked.

"Of course not, don't worry, doll. If they are, I'll protect you,” Tonya cooed, wrapping an arm around Tiffany's shoulder.

"That's if Mitch picks you, which is unlikely; he wants the best of the best for them. You know, ones with discretion," Stacy said with a laugh as she reapplied her mascara.

"Fuck you, Stacy," Tonya snapped, rolling her eyes.

A few minutes later, Mitch arrived in the change room. He was the owner of the strip club, a sleazy man who always wore a suit and had a cigar hanging from his mouth. He eyed the girls up and down, a sick grin spreading on his face. He enjoyed the power he had over the girls, being able to choose which one got the private clients. He knew how badly they all needed the cash.

"Alright, ladies, I'm sure you all heard the good news. We have a couple of VIP clients here tonight. You know the drill, line up," Mitch said, gesturing to the lineup spot in the back of the dressing room.

You all stood in line, a mixture of nerves and excitement swirling inside you. Clients like this could net you a ton of cash, and a ton of cash meant your rent paid, groceries on your table, and perhaps even a bit left over for some pills. You felt yourself growing nervous as you watched Mitch eyeing the girls. You already owed Jordan a ton of money for some drugs; he had been threatening you recently, telling you he would kick you out of the apartment if you didn't get him the cash. You needed a client like this, and the sooner, the better.

You watched as Mitch walked up and down the line of girls, taking a sip from his glass of scotch every now and then. He looked over each girl, sizing them up, picking at someone's outfit, hair, or makeup, shaking his head or sighing before moving on to the next.

"Come on, Mitch, stop playing us like this," Stacy groaned, rolling her eyes. Mitch chuckled.

"Shut it, or I won't pick you, and they are big tippers," he threatened. Stacy scowled, her eyes narrowing, but she fell silent.

Finally, Mitch reached the end of the line and paused; his eyes landed on you. His smile widened, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, you'll do just fine," he hummed. He reached out and patted your butt, causing you to flinch.

"Alright, Stacy, Tonya, and Y/N, go to the platinum room and take care of the boys. They have requested privacy, so no interruptions, got it? And I want them happy, you get me?" Mitch added, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Of course," Stacy replied, smirking. Tonya smiled and nodded her head.

"Good, go out there and get them drunk," Mitch instructed.

As you and the other girls prepared to head to the platinum room, the door creaked open, and Jordan sauntered in with an air of confidence. He was wearing nice clothes and smelled like cologne. A wide grin spread across his face as his eyes scanned the room, taking in the half-naked girls. He whistled, making a few girls giggle.

"Look at my pretty girls, all dressed up and ready to dance for some filthy rich clients. I'm jealous." He chuckled, running a hand through his slicked-back hair.

"Oh, you're jealous, baby? Don't worry, I'll save some dances for you later," you cooed, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips, his hand on your ass.

"I brought something to help you girls relax," he said, holding up a small baggy of pills, you're drug of choice when you danced, molly.

"Ooh, thank you, babe," you said, kissing him again before taking a pill and dry swallowing it. The other girls came over and took a pill, giggling and thanking Jordan.

"You're the best, Jordy," Stacy purred, rubbing his arm and giving him a seductive smile.

"Anything for my favorite girls," he replied, winking at her.

"Alright, now get up there and earn me some money," he said, giving your butt a light smack.

You walked out of the change room and followed the girls down the hall, towards the platinum suite. The blaring music and vibrating bass filled the air, making your heart beat fast and palms sweaty. In the dim lights and smoke, you could see the writhing bodies of the other girls dancing on the stages and in the cages, and the cheering of the male audience as they waved dollar bills in the air.

"Alright, let's do this," Tonya hummed, reaching out and opening the door.

The room was dark, illuminated by blue and purple lights casting a soft glow. Leather couches lined the walls, a circular platform with a pole stood in the middle and a small bar was in the corner. A low beat played in the background. The two VIPs sat on the couch, their features partially obscured.

"Welcome, ladies," an accented voice hummed as the door shut behind you, and you could feel his eyes on you.

"Hi, boys, my name is Stacy, and this is Tonya, and Y/N," Stacy purred, stepping towards them. You watched her hips sway as she moved.

Despite sharing some features, they didn't look much like brothers. Both incredibly handsome, the one who spoke had curly blonde hair and a cocky smirk, while the other had darker hair with a brooding look on his face.

"Hello, gorgeous," The blonde one hummed, his voice smooth, there was something about them that seemed inherently dangerous.

"What can we get you boys? Drinks?" Tonya asked, taking a seat next to the blonde one as Stacy took to the stage.

The three of you had a simple but effective routine, with one dancing while the others entertained the clients. It was a tried and tested method, one you had used many times. Your job was less about seduction and more about understanding what the clients wanted. Some wanted a sexy show, others wanted to chat, and some wanted a more personal experience. You had learned how to read people, knowing which ones were the best tippers and which ones to stay away from.

"Bring me a bottle of your best scotch, and glasses for us, love," the blonde one said, his smirk widening.

"Absolutely, handsome. Anything for you, darling?" Tonya replied, looking at the brooding one.

"Whatever my brother is having will be fine, thank you," he replied, his tone polite.

Tonya's eyes darted from the blonde one to you, signaling that she wanted to approach the blonde one. Which was fine with you; the shy brooding ones were your specialty.

"I'll be right back," Tonya hummed as she stood up and walked over to the bar, where she grabbed a bottle and some glasses.

You moved to the brooding one, sitting down next to him. You could see the muscles under his suit and the sharpness of his jaw.

"And what's your name?" You purred, putting on your seductive persona.

"Elijah," he replied, his dark eyes roaming over you.

"Nice to meet you, Elijah, I'm Y/N," you said, offering him your hand. He took it and brought it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N," Elijah murmured, a small smile gracing his face.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you smiled back. Something about Elijah made you feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You couldn't deny that he was incredibly handsome. As the song changed, you felt the familiar buzz of the drugs flowing through your veins, making your body tingle. You looked over at Tonya, who was giving the blonde one a lap dance. She made eye contact with you and winked, signaling for you to keep the conversation going.

"This would be more fun if you took off your suit jacket, hm?" You suggested, reaching out and playing with the buttons.

"I'll leave it on for now," he said softly, his eyes darkening as he watched you touch him.

"Don't mind him; my brother isn't the biggest fan of these types of places, and he's a bit broken-hearted," the blonde one said, chuckling as he looked over at Elijah.

"Klaus," Elijah hissed, his eyes narrowing. Klaus chuckled again.

"Who broke your heart, handsome?" You purred, scooting closer to him.

"His girl married someone else," Klaus chimed in before downing his scotch.

Elijah scowled, his jaw clenching, before he looked at you.

"I'd rather not talk about it," he muttered, his eyes darting away.

"That's okay; we don't have to talk at all," You hummed, moving onto his lap, straddling him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, and you smirked. He wasn't unaffected by you, no matter how cold he seemed. Elijah's breath hitched, and his eyes widened. He was tense under you, but he didn't try to move away.

You could hear Klaus chuckling in the background, clearly amused by the situation. He had his hands all over Tonya, whispering in her ear as she grinded on him.

You ran your hands down Elijah's chest, your fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt.

"What would you like to do, handsome? We can talk, or I can dance, or we could do other things," you hummed, your voice soft.

Elijah's gaze darkened, his eyes flickering down to your breasts before they darted back up to your face.

"You can dance," he murmured, his voice thick.

You smirked, knowing exactly how to work with the shy ones, to give them what they wanted without them having to admit it.

"Sure thing, handsome," you hummed, climbing off of him. You stepped onto the stage, and Stacy moved away, grabbing her drink from the side of the platform. She winked at you and gestured to the pole before taking a seat next to Klaus. Elijah's eyes were on you, the dim light reflecting in his dark irises. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were gripping the leather couch. You smirked as you wrapped your hand around the cool metal pole, feeling it under your palm. You felt the molly pulsing through your veins and you started to move, your body moving fluidly and sensually, your muscles tensing and flexing. You could feel Elijah's gaze on you, his eyes roaming over your body. You turned your head and made eye contact with him, giving him a coy smile.

"Do you like what you see?" You teased, biting your lower lip. Elijah's eyes flickered up to yours, his gaze intense.

"Yes, you are very beautiful," he replied, his voice low. Your heart fluttered, and you smiled. You usually didn't care what a client thought of you, but there was something about Elijah that made you want to please him. You continued to dance, the song changing, and the bass pounding in your ears. Klaus was enjoying his time with Tonya, who had removed her bra, her breasts inches from his face. Stacy was chatting with him, laughing and touching his arm. The three of you were experts at reading the room; Klaus was clearly the type who liked his girls all over him, while Elijah seemed like the type who liked to watch. So the three of you adjusted, keeping up with their preferences. You kept your attention focused on Elijah; his gaze was intense, his eyes tracking your every move.

You danced for the next hour, the men enjoying the show. Klaus was clearly drunk and was all over Stacy and Tonya, whispering in their ears and touching them. They were laughing and playing along, hundred-dollar bills tucked into their g-strings. Elijah removed his suit jacket, the room becoming too warm for him. Your eyes roamed his body, enjoying the way his shirt stretched over his muscles.

"I'm glad to see you are relaxing, brother," Klaus hummed, his smirk widening.

You stepped off the stage and walked towards Elijah, sitting back down in his lap. You unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side. His eyes darted down to your breasts, and you saw his jaw clench. You smirked, leaning forward and pressing yourself against his chest. He inhaled sharply, his hands moving to your waist. You took his hands and brought them up to your breasts, encouraging him to touch you.

"You can touch me, handsome. You have my permission," you whispered, a mischievous glint in your eye. Elijah's breath hitched, and his hands hesitantly caressed your breasts.

"They're soft," he breathed, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.

"I'm glad you like them," you murmured, smiling.

"Are you enjoying yourself, brother? Having a good time?" Klaus asked, his voice teasing. Stacy was slowly grinding on his lap, his hands gripping her ass.

"Mmhmm," Elijah hummed, his eyes not leaving your chest. You giggled, pressing a kiss to his neck. You could feel his pulse quickening under your lips.

"I'm glad," Klaus replied, his eyes meeting yours. There was a darkness in his gaze, something that made your heart skip a beat.

"I think he's enjoying himself, don't you?" Tonya purred, a smirk on her face as she watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, yes, I think he is," Stacy agreed.

"You should kiss me, Elijah," you hummed, cupping his cheek and leaning in. He hesitated, his eyes wide, his heart racing.

"Go on, brother. Kiss the girl," Klaus urged, his tone playful. Elijah's brow furrowed, but he didn't argue. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. His kiss was gentle, tentative, his hands cupping your face.

"You can kiss me harder; I won't break," you breathed, pressing your lips against his.

"You could," he replied, and something about his tone made you wonder what he meant. There was a deep sadness in his eyes, a loneliness that resonated with you.

He kissed you again, his hands sliding down your back, pulling you close, his hands exploring your body, touching your bare skin. He was a fantastic kisser, his lips moving against yours, his tongue invading your mouth. You've had hot clients before, ones that smell nice and feel good, but this was different. There was an energy between you and Elijah that made you ache for more.

You heard a strange sound coming from the direction of the others, and you pulled back, looking over. Your eyes widened, your heart stopping. Stacy was unconscious in Klaus' arms, his mouth was on her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin. Tonya was on the floor, blood trickling down her neck, staining the white marble floor.

Fear flooded your veins, and you began to scream, but Elijah covered your mouth with his hand, silencing you. You struggled against him, terror coursing through your body. He was strong, too strong, his arms wrapping around you, holding you still.

"Relax, sweetheart; you are safe with me. My brother is just a tad greedy," Elijah's voice was calm and soothing. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you felt your fear instantly dissolve. It left you feeling strange, like you were in some sort of trance. You couldn't move, couldn't speak; all you could do was stare into Elijah's deep brown eyes and feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"There, now, isn't that better?" Elijah's voice was hypnotic, lulling you into a peaceful state. You nodded, a small smile on your face.

"Good, that's good," he murmured, a pleased expression on his face. You could still see Stacy and Tonya in your peripheral vision, their bodies motionless, blood pooling on the floor. You knew you should scream, run, call security—anything. But all you could do was sit there, a serene look on your face, Elijah's voice echoing in your mind.

"Such a lovely creature, you are," Elijah's voice was smooth and hypnotic, his hands caressing your skin. His shyness was completely gone, replaced with a calm, confident demeanor. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles, a gesture that sent strange butterflies through your stomach.

"May I?" Elijah's voice was gentle as he brought his lips to your wrist. You didn't understand what he was asking, but you nodded anyway, the words trapped in your throat. Elijah smiled, a genuine smile, and his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your wrist. He looked up at you, his dark eyes capturing yours, and his teeth pierced your flesh.

It wasn't painful; it felt like a gentle sting, and then a warm, pleasant sensation spread through your body. You were transfixed by his face, his eyes turned completely black, and gray veins appeared underneath his eyes. Elijah's lips were soft, and his tongue was warm as he licked the blood from your wrist, his fangs gently scraping your skin. It was strangely erotic; his movements were sensual, his lips sucking on your skin, drawing more blood from the wound. He pulled back, a drop of crimson liquid falling from his lips.

"Interesting," he murmured, his eyes turning back to normal. "What drugs have you done? I can taste it," he asked, licking his lips.

"Uh, a little ecstasy," you replied, your voice soft and dreamy. He chuckled, and his lips found their way to your neck. His tongue traced the artery, his teeth ghosting over your skin. You shivered, your hands finding their way to his hair, your fingers tangling in the dark strands.

"You're not a gangster, are you?" you breathed, the words tumbling from your lips.

"No, darling, I'm not," he chuckled, his breath warm against your neck.

"Are Tonya and Stacy dead?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"No, they will be fine, and they will be well compensated," Elijah replied, his voice soft and reassuring. "And so will you," he added, his hand gently tracing the lines of your face. You could see Klaus finishing up with Stacy, licking her wounds. He bit his own wrist and poured his blood into his glass, then into the mouths of both women. He smirked, satisfied with himself, and you watched as the bite marks on them healed.

"I don't understand," you said, confused.

"We aren't gangsters, darling; we are something far worse," Elijah said, his lips finding yours again. He kissed you, his lips gentle and warm, his hands caressing your body. He bit down on his own lip, drawing blood, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You tasted the metallic tang of his blood, and you found yourself moaning. He pulled away, his lips curled into a smirk, and his eyes dark.

"W-what are you?" you whispered, fear and desire mingling in your heart.

"It doesn't matter; you will forget all this soon enough," he said, his tone soothing.

"You certainly like that one," Klaus hummed, watching as Elijah gently kissed you again.

"I have an affinity for lost causes," Elijah replied, a soft smile on his face. 

You found yourself back in the dressing room, looking down at multiple neat stacks of one-hundred-dollar bills. You couldn't remember when you received the money; all you could recall was Elijah's warm brown eyes.

Tonya and Stacy were sitting next to you, the two of them counting the money, giddy as they recounted the events.

"Twenty thousand each, can you believe it?" Stacy asked, her eyes wide.

"We didn't even have to sleep with them," Tonya added, grinning.

"Classy gentlemen they were, didn't try anything," Stacy continued, a dreamy look in her eye.

"Elijah was sweet, shy, but sweet," Tonya hummed.

"And Klaus was so charming," Stacy giggled.

"How much did you make?" Tonya asked, nudging you.

"I'm not sure; I was kind of out of it," you replied, shrugging.

"I'm tired too, I was having so much fun with them I totally lost track of time," Stacy said, yawning.

You looked down at the cash, your fingers grazing the crisp bills. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had this much money, and you could tell the other girls were struggling with the same thought.

"Just a few hours of pouring drinks and a lap dance, and now I can buy a new car," Stacy mused, a contented smile on her face.

"A new outfit, new shoes, fuck a new wardrobe!" Tonya chimed in, a gleam in her eyes.

You counted your money, thirty thousand dollars. You usually earned that much in six months, if you were lucky. You had no idea why the two men had given you so much money, and you didn't want to know.

{Part Two} {Part Three} {Part Four}{Moodboard->}

[familiarboat1]

Hope Mikaelson's Underrated Intelligence

I cannot and will-not understand how the Mikaelsons spent a thousand years under the mafia-suppressed, Klaus calls family, and couldn't do the same for hope, who wasn't going to abuse them.

I have this headcanon where she turned off her emotions as an attempt to act like her father- without breaking down, because she believed they'd stay with her like they did her father.

And yes, the Mikaelsons stayed together and had their own supremacy out of this Vampirically enhanced visceral; innate understanding that they were alone, and out of place / And time.

The Mikaelson's would've done anything rutheless to survive in the most horrid places like that "awful artist retreat. " And other awful time-periods, but not for her. THAT realization must've hurt right-before manipulating the Mikaelsons, hence another motivation to "make them" express their love for her. But what this does show is how messed up the Mikaelsons are. How they were just as addicted to their abuse as the many that suffered abuse even for this caliber.

And... She was right. The Mikaelson family made an accelerated effort to contact her. Made sense why she refused to turn it on. She really is too smart for her own good.

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Hybrids Mafia Princess Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Hi! Really like your writing! I liked the one you did for Evolutoin so could you do a one-shot for a medical au if you're still taking requests?

Caroline groans as the buzzing of her pager continues.

She had the entire day to herself, goddammit, and her boss had promised her that he wouldn’t send anyone to get her at her house even if she didn’t answer her pager.

Of course, that’s what he had said the last three times she had taken an off day.

She doesn’t normally take off days, but yesterday had been gruelling, four back-to-back surgeries, not including the two hours of scut she had done to cover for Stefan.

Stefan really needed to stop chasing after Damon after he went on benders so much.

Grumbling, she sets her wine glass on the table and walks over to the door, not bothering to change into something more presentable than the ratty tank top she was wearing and a pair of faded old shorts.

She opens the door and someone crashes into her, his hands at his stomach.

Caroline screeches in surprise, her hands automatically going at the front of her body to shield herself, before she catches sight of her uninvited guest’s face. “Klaus?” she asks dumbly. “What are you doing here?”

“Caroline,” Klaus gasps. “You look ravishing.”

Caroline’s stomach turns when she sees the extent of the wound at his stomach. “What the fuck?” she stammers, gripping him by the shoulders. “What happened?”

“Best not to ask,” he says, setting a hand on the wall steadily, although Caroline can detect the slight tremble which passes through his body. “Caroline, listen—”

“Get on the couch,” Caroline snaps. “What is wrong with you? Why are you standing around talking when you're obviously injured?”

A mollified look crosses his face. “I was going to ask if you wouldn’t mind helping me, after everything—”

“For god’s sake, Klaus, we broke up, we didn’t go to war. Get on the couch, I'll get my medical kit.”

She helps him over to the couch and sets a newspaper behind his back so that he can't get blood on it.

“How are you even here?” she asks, getting him a glass of water. “Your base is twenty minutes from here.”

Klaus shrugs. “I was in the area.”

She shakes her head but doesn’t say a word when she disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind her and letting out a shaky breath.

It had been six months.

Six months since she had seen him, since she had talked to him, seen his eyes, his face, touched him.

She misses him like hell.

She steadies herself and rummages through her bathroom cabinet for her first aid box, grabbing her gloves as she runs out.

She runs back in and grabs a pair of forceps and clamps after a second thought.

Klaus is lying on the couch, a furious expression on his face, gritting his teeth as he tries to remove the piece of cloth stuck to the wound on his abdomen.

“What are you doing?” Caroline asks sharply. “You're hurt. That wound might be infected, I need to clean it.”

“Caroline, as much as I appreciate your concern for my health, I assure you, infection is not one of my main concerns right now—”

“Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot you were the doctor here and I was the psycho mob—”

“Caroline—”

“You know infected wounds can lead to sepsis, right? Do you really want to die from—”

“I'm not going to die, Caroline.”

“You are if you don’t let me treat that wound. Will you just tell me what happened?”

Klaus glares at her. “I got shot.”

That wipes all traces of irritation from her mind. “You what?” she screeches.

Klaus holds up a hand placatingly. “Caroline, li—”

“You never get shot.”

“I know that,” Klaus says, a touch of exasperation making its way into his voice. “Caroline, listen to me, please.”

Caroline glares at him. “I'll listen after I clean this wound and take the fucking bullet out—oh my god, this was supposed to be my day off—”

“You don’t have to do anything, love,” he reassures her. “I didn’t come here to ask you to treat me, I can do it myself, I just—”

“You think you can clean a bullet wound and get the bullet out by yourself? Are you kidding me?”

Irritation clouds his face. “I've done it before.”

“You just said you don’t get shot.”

“For friends, love,” he says exasperatedly.

“Yeah, and who knows how sanitary that must’ve been. Just do me a favour and shut up and try not to scream while I—don’t argue with me, Klaus—let me clean that up. Stay here. I'm getting my scissors.”

She runs to the bathroom and sterilizes a pair, and rushes back to the couch. “I'm cutting your shirt off, okay?” she says, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

Klaus grunts in assent, wordlessly removing his hands from his abdomen and gripping the armrest of her couch. Caroline fights back a gasp at how bloody his shirt has gotten, instead forcing down a shudder and carefully snipping away pieces of the fabric to get a look at the wound.

She looks up at him when she needs to get her tweezers for picking out bits of cloth out of the wound. “This might hurt,” she warns, concentrating on the large patch of torn flesh. “I've given you some local anesthesia, but it would be great if you kept the screams of pain to a minimum. My neighbours aren’t big on noise.”

Klaus laughs, the sound low in his throat. “Sweetheart, you know I've handled much worse pain. I'll be fine.”

Caroline stills. “Now, how could I know that?” she bites out, picking out the first piece of cloth. “You know, since I never knew.”

Klaus closes his eyes. “Caroline—”

“Because obviously, being in a relationship with a guy for five months and not being told the extent of he does during his job obviously qualifies as knowing everything. Right. Yeah.”

Klaus’s hands clench into fists. “Let me explain.”

“No, you had your chance to explain. You know when? Those few months that we dated. I was with you for five months, Klaus. I told you I loved you.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off,” he says, his hand going towards her shoulder.

“Don’t,” she bites out. “Let me concentrate.”

He falls silent, and Caroline wordlessly works away at the wound, noticing that his eyes flicker over to her every few seconds. She finally locates the bullet and is fortunately able to get it out with her clamps in just a few tries. “Bite into one of my pillows if the pain gets too much,” she says quietly. “You're lucky the bullet didn’t go too deep. Stitches are a bitch.”

“I know,” Klaus says, smiling at her hesitantly.

She doesn’t respond, almost sighing in relief when she inspects the wound again after removing the bullet and deducing that it needs only a few stitches. She carefully threads the needle through his skin, feeling him tense underneath her. “Calm down,” she murmurs, placing a hand on his chest unconsciously. “Just two more and you're done.”

“Caroline, if you want me to calm down, you're probably not helping matters by touching me.”

She removes her hand from him as though she’s been burned.

Five minutes later, she’s done suturing and bandaging his wound, and Klaus stands up gingerly. “You're good to go,” says Caroline, removing her gloves. “You'll need to come back every three days, because I need to replace the bandages. But it’ll get better pretty soon, cause, like I said, it wasn’t too deep.”

Klaus doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just gazes at her, his blue gaze boring into her own. Caroline laughs nervously. “Well, you're welcome anyway, even though—”

“I can thank you later, Caroline,” Klaus says, cutting her off. “But first, you need to listen.”

She breathes in shakily. “Klaus, please. We’re done. It’s over. Why do we have to discuss it?”

“Because it’s not fair to either of us,” he says, taking her hands in his. “I think of you every day, sweetheart, I can't get you out of my head. I see you in my dreams, when I'm awake…”

Caroline shakes her head, averting her gaze.

“I miss you, Caroline.”

She swallows. “You lied to me, Klaus.”

She sees him inhale slowly. “Yes. I did. But it was for your own good.”

“Everyone says that,” she cries. “Whenever you're lied to, the other person always says that it was for their own good. Why? Why couldn’t you have told me? I could’ve made my own choice. I should have the right.”

“You do, sweetheart,” he says gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and she closes her eyes and clenches her hands into fists, hating how he still has an effect on her. “You just never gave me a chance to explain.”

She opens her eyes, ashamed to realize they're full of tears. “We were together for months, Klaus. How could you not have told me that you were investigating my dad? That you knew he was alive? You knew how much he meant to me.”

“I was going to tell you,” he replies, a touch of frustration making its way into his voice. “You never gave me the chance to.”

“Would you?” she asks hotly. “Would you trust a person you loved to tell you the truth when you found out they had been lying to you for five months?”

He’s quiet for two minutes, and Caroline opens her mouth to ask him again when he says, “he wanted you dead.”

Caroline gapes at him, and he takes a deep breath. “We—Kol and I—our sources found out that he had gone into hiding years ago. He had faked his own death in a freak accident, and had been working for one of our rivals for six years. He had done some bad things, Caroline, and his bosses weren't too pleased with him. He owed them a lot of money, money he didn’t have, and the target was placed on your back, what with your mother dead.”

Caroline doesn’t know what to say, so she collapses onto the couch, her hands swinging uselessly by her sides. “He—” she manages finally, her voice coming croaky, “he was willing to let them kill me?”

Klaus is expressionless. “They’d already killed his husband, Caroline, and recently. I didn’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. And if they had found out that you were linked to me—”

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” she asks, looking up at him. “Because you didn’t want anyone to know?”

Klaus sinks down to his knees and takes her hands in his. “I wanted to protect you, Caroline. And besides…” He turns away at that, looking at the carpet. “No one should have an opinion like that about their father.”

She knows why he’s saying this, knows that he has a reason.

She had been extremely close to her father when she had been a child, even after he ad her mother had gotten a divorce. She used to spend alternate Christmases and summers at his house in Georgia, along with Steven and her adopted sister. Those had been a few of the best months of her life.

She didn’t even want to know what had happened to her sister.

Knowing that her father, one of the people she had loved so much, had offered her up like a pig for slaughter, just to save his own skin, hurt a lot more than she thought it would, even after being neglected a few years before his so-called death.

She supposed that’s when he got involved in the Chicago mob.

Caroline nods slowly. “I…” She looks at him, his eyes earnest. “I can take care of myself a bit too, Klaus,” she says finally.

His mouth twitches at the corners. “I'm quite certain of that part, love. But I'd like to offer my services for the other bit, if you don’t mind.”

She nods. “Yeah, you can do that.”

He smiles, ad Caroline can't breathe, because she misses that smile, which always made her breathless, and him, so much that she hadn’t even realised it.

She hasn’t talked to him in six months, and she misses him like air.

“I—” she starts, then closes her mouth. Klaus cocks his head at her, and she takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted me to be the on-base doctor for your family again,” she says in a rush. “If you want. If there’s still a vacancy. If you still want…me.” the last sentence is heavy with implication, and they both know it.

Klaus’s eyes are hopeful when he looks back at her. “Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, I'd like that very much.”

OOO

Thanks for reading!

Cheers!

[katherineholmes]

Do I Really Have To Tell You How He Brought Me Back To Life

Elena has always been nice, a good girl. But when her brother goes to prison, and her parents die, she somehow stumbles into bed with the notorious mobster Klaus Mikaelson. She thinks it's a fling, but what happens when he grows obsessed with her?

All the while, she harbours a secret that could destroy them.

Day 31 of the AU-gust prompts - Any Two Prompts (Book Store and Crime).

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Set in the same universe as @feralcherry fics Hand Me The Knife, I’ll Take It In Stride and Under Your Skin, Over The Moon.

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - First Base - Pour Choices

Today brings a text conversation from the Caroline & Bonnie & Enzo group chat from the mafia au. They have a wine night where they talk about Mikaelsons which is discussed earlier in the fic, the group chat name is a reference to that.

[time 10:38am] Pour Choices

Caroline: So I have a problem

Caroline: A Klaus problem

Bonnie: I thought you weren’t going to sleep with him!!

Enzo: WHAT

Caroline: OMG NO

Caroline: I am not sleeping with Klaus!

Enzo: yet

Bonnie: LMAO

Caroline: HUSH

Caroline: No he kind of got us tickets to the Crosstown Classic game? Like the BEST tickets??

Bonnie: How the best?

Caroline: Behind. Home. Plate.

Bonnie: NO

Enzo: hold on hold on. I was more drunk than anything the last time we went but I think I know what you’re talking about and holy shit

Caroline: I KNOW

Bonnie: Okay so I fail to see what the problem is, are you not going to go?

Caroline: Oh no I’m gonna go!

Caroline: But my problem is: what if we end up on KISS CAM???

Enzo: you mean that thing where they try to make you kiss the person you're seated with on camera on the big screen?

Caroline: YES THAT

Enzo: well I mean

Enzo: and i hate that i'm saying this

Enzo: but you could just

Enzo: go for it?

Caroline: Bonnie help 😩

Bonnie: I mean. He’s not WRONG. It’s kind of a situational free pass.

Bonnie: TEST OUT THOSE GOODS, GIRL.

Enzo: Okay but that’s a Mikaelson, that's a rent to own situation

Caroline: I'm not renting, there will be no renting! so, what if he kisses me, and I don’t want to stop? I’m not ready to jump INTO it with this man no matter if Horny Caroline wants to jump his bones. I need an off switch!

Enzo: tell Horny Caroline i need less information

Bonnie: Ten seconds. Give the man ten seconds to do his worst and then you stop.

Enzo: i think those kisses are only supposed to be maybe two seconds, max, you guys 

Caroline: Ten seconds. Okay, yeah. I can do that.

Enzo: okaaay but does anyone ELSE remember how long Caroline’s “”””seven”””” minutes in heaven with Matt Donovan lasted in 11th grade? maybe you should set a timer :)

Caroline: WORST FRIEND how dare you bring up Matt Donovan when I had basically forgotten he existed!

Enzo: I heard he’s a COP now

Caroline: Never again. How have all the men I’ve dated wound up in law enforcement?

Bonnie: Well, you certainly went in the opposite direction this time

Caroline: This is not a DATE, we are not DATING! He, my friend, asked me, as a friend, to go see a friendly baseball match together. 

Bonnie: A baseball match you are absolutely not setting out specific rules for when and how long he may put his mouth on yours if the occasion calls for it

Enzo: lmaooo gross

Caroline: LISTEN

Caroline: I just believe in being prepared is all!! There are thousands of people at the stadium. Who says we will even stand out?

[maidmerrymint]

I enjoyed this one. I've gotten really into the dark human klaus/caroline fics. This one happened to be a mafia au.

[andreal831]

Elijah the enabler

I came across many posts of Elijah and Klaus’ potential suffering in afterlife.

Which is immensely interesting.

TVDU’ afterlife doesn’t make sense, and is left for interpretation.

Going to a deeper Analysis of Elijah- he was an enabler of Klaus. All Elijah ever did was endorse and provoke him.

Explains more of why Elijah hates himself so much. He knows he’s the reason of Klaus’ behaviors from the start. Ex. Wanting to kill Lucien, Klaus held a vote - showing democracy instead of Klaus’ mafia family he created. Elijah wanted to kill Lucien. Making Elijah more willing to Kill out of all his siblings,not for food but because he can. Elijah’s known for lying to himself about “always and forever “ so, Elijah saying it was for Vampiric survival. They were immortal and the world hadn’t become so globalized and interconnected yet, so the fear of witches and their father was probably just an excuse. Lucien was alone, a guy they could’ve compelled not to tell, wouldn’t have told. He wouldn’t even been suspected. As long as the Mikaelsons didn’t too close with Lucien.

Elijah also likes to fix, could Klaus be a mistake of his? And why do you think he likes to fix ? Klaus likes painting because of control,Anakin from star-wars also likes to fix because of control.

If both Elijah and Klaus did go to hell, what do you think they’d be in for ? Hayley found peace and she was a killer , so the bar is low. Mass murder isn’t the reason. Elijah’s selfishness was providing for his family. But he also hated himself, so a self hating selfish guy is where I’m at right now.

I’m not trying to blame Elijah for Klaus being a bad person or the rest of the Mikaelsons’ ,I just came ask what Elijah would be in for.

This a long ask but I'm going to try and answer it as best as I can!

I personally think it's hypocritical that Elijah is often called an enabler by the fandom, but none of the other Mikaelsons are. Yes, Klaus was a monster for a thousand years and Elijah doesn't do much to stop it. We see him attempt to temper Klaus' bloodlust, mostly to avoid being found by Mikael. However, we see Kol and Rebekah actually participate in these acts more than we see Elijah, yet they are rarely called enablers. Sure, Elijah could have done more, and should have, but so should everyone.

I don't really remember any times when Elijah did something to 'provoke' Klaus. Besides falling in love or caring for people outside of Klaus, but that's just shifting the blame to the victim of Klaus' abuse rather than holding Klaus accountable.

I do think Elijah blames himself for not guiding his siblings better and for helping contain Klaus' werewolf side. But again, blaming Elijah just shifts the accountability from Klaus, the one actually doing the bad deeds. Klaus' sob story about losing his werewolf side would have been more compelling if they had shown him actually care about it at any point. To me, it always just looked like he wanted the power of a hybrid so he could be the strongest creature, even over his own siblings. But he never tried to be a part of a pack or even transform after he unlocked it. Klaus used it as an excuse to be a monster and blame Elijah for his actions.

As for Lucien, Elijah knew they had to keep their curse a secret. As we saw with the Hunters, news traveled pretty quickly even back then. Elijah has always had to make the hard decisions to protect his family. We see this as a theme throughout the show and flashbacks. I wouldn't really say the others were less likely to kill since they all murdered an entire family moments before that. Kol even rejoiced in it and Rebekah wanted to keep Lucien as a present. We also hear from Lucien that "monsters" are murdering villagers and Elijah gets upset with his siblings for being so careless, so I don't believe their father was an excuse. Mikael less than a year before this had murdered their entire time and, as they believed at the time, murdered their mother. They also didn't know how to compel yet. Elijah was always the practical sibling, kill one more human to save all of his siblings, and he wouldn't hesitate.

But later, even after becoming friends with Lucien, Klaus was ready to kill Lucien even under a perceived threat. In fact, Elijah stopped him twice (probably a mistake #ripCami). I wouldn't say Elijah was more willing to kill, but rather more practical about his killing. Klaus had no issue murdering anyone (#ripEsther #ripJenna #ripTim #ripCarol #ripIsobel #ripDozensofHybrids #ripPetrovaFamily #ripRandomWomenWhoHadACough). We don't really see Elijah kill unless his family is threatened, but yes, if he perceives a threat against his family, he doesn't hesitate. I'm not saying this is a good thing, but to me, it's at least more noble than killing for power or out of annoyance/boredom.

I'm not sure what you mean about Elijah lying about "always and forever." I assume it's the normal rhetoric about him not holding it for all of his siblings. But the vow was just between Rebekah, him, and Klaus. As a sibling myself, siblings have ones who they are closer to. Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus always had a closer relationship. After their mother's death, Finn and Kol ran off, leaving them to grieve on their own. And in that grief, they made their vow. No, it wasn't perfect, but Elijah honored it until he died by his brother's side a thousand years later.

Elijah is often criticized for wanting to "fix" Klaus but is also called an enabler. He honestly can't do both. Either he enabled the bad behavior or he was trying to "fix" Klaus from becoming a monster. Elijah watched his siblings lose themselves to bloodlust and hated that he couldn't guide them better (even though that was not his job). Essentially, to the fandom, Elijah can do nothing right. Which is funny because, to the fandom, Klaus can do no wrong. Elijah becomes the scapegoat so people can continue to love a deeply flawed, narcissistic man. Elijah wanted his brother to have redemption. He feared for his brother's soul to the point he damned his soul over and over again to give his brother a chance at redemption. It was never about controlling Klaus, otherwise, he would have pulled rank on him more. It was about reminding Klaus who he was at his core/when he was human.

I don't think TVDU afterlife is how we view it in most modern interpretations. It's not good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell. We see there is some kind of "purgatory" and then "peace," nothing else after Bonnie destroyed Hell and the otherside was destroyed. No, I don't think there was anything Elijah or Klaus (or any of the Mikaelsons) could have done to go to our idea of heaven after everything bad they've done. But my interpretation of TVDU peace, is that it is more of an inner peace. I think Elijah would have had a harder time finding that peace because he did hold himself responsible for his actions whereas Klaus was able to justify a lot of his wrongdoings.

I know in Legacies, it's mentioned that Klaus can't find peace until Hope does (which is super manipulative and terrible of the writers). But it does sort of fit my theory. Klaus didn't regret any death and destruction he caused, but I think he did regret dying and leaving his daughter on her own (because let's face it, it was selfish). So Klaus could find peace once Hope found happiness and he no longer felt guilty for leaving her. Elijah would have a lot more to work through. He has felt guilt for every life, every betrayal, every wrong he has done. But I do think eventually he would be able to get there. He would be able to find inner peace and come to terms with what he's done.

I hope I fully answered your question! Thanks for asking <3

[morningstargirl666]

Comment Fest Fic List

This week I’ve taken part in @justleaveacommentfest ! My comment count landed at 18, which isn’t much but I fell sick with a head cold which has slowed me down a bit. Here’s a list of all the fics I read, most of them were updated this year - go spread some love like I did!

darling my demons look like you by @heatherstyles

Mafia/mob boss au, angst.

Songbird by @bellemorte180

Mafia/mob boss au, 1920s, singer!Caroline.

meat ugly by @princess-of-the-worlds   

Human au, Klaus and Caroline meet in a butcher’s shop.

all the skeletons you hide by generousheart

Canon divergence. Caroline talks to Klaus on her porch - and like the title implies, she’s got some skeletons in her closet.

redamancy by @labime

Valkyrie!Caroline. She watches as Klaus grows from a child into a man, and everything after.

where the heart moves the stones by @stars-and-darkness

Canon divergence, s4. Mikaelson siblings shenanigans, cute klaroline meet ups - what endgame should have been.

make them bow. by @stars-and-darkness

I left 5 comments on this glorious fic and threatened her with more, so go check it out. Canon divergence, s1. WIP. Klaus comes to town early and chaos ensues.

The Third Wife by @bellemorte180

Historical au, tudors. Klaus based on King Henry VIII and Caroline based on his third wife, Jane Seymour.

Glorious Happenings of Happenstance by Angelikah

Thief!Caroline. Space crimes. Klaroline is Endgame fic.

over you (my whole life) by perfectpro

Human au, exes to lovers.

24/7 sylvia plath by heartfullofnapalm (hotelmontana)

Canon divergence, s3. Moment from 3x11.

Begged and Borrowed Time by Angelikah

Maer!Caroline. Klaus under the Curse of the Five.

Snapshots by Austennerdita2533

Canon divergence. Snapshots of Klaus and Caroline in the future.

Miss Manners and Little Miss Overthink by theoriginalcheeesecake

Caroline struggles to thank Klaus for the mini fridge.

Sometimes All I Think About Is You by LynyrdLionheart

Original!Caroline. New Orleans. So sweet and funny.

[becasworldsstuff]

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-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for

-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Clint Barton

Stucky ( poly)

Sambuckysteve (poly)

BRIDGERTON

Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)

Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)

Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)

OUTER BANKS

John b

Jj

Pope

Kiara

Sarah

Rafe

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

Freya mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Klaus mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Poly mikaelson

Davina Claire

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Silas

ONE CHICAGO

Matthew Casey

Kelly severide

Blake Gallo

EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

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