#Mikaelson OC

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Mikaelson!OC headcanons

Elijah's relationship with Kassandra

Their relationship is my Roman Empire! I'll write for the other siblings as well, but Elijah goes first since he's my fave (and kassie's lol)

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Elijah remembers the day Kassie was born very well (also he was like 10 btw)

It was a bright and sunny day, despite it being autumn

He wondered if it would be another girl, since their mother gave birth to Rebekah only a year prior

Klaus and Kol were saying it would be a boy, but deep down he wished for another sister

He was with his brothers, training with wooden swords under their father's supervision

Then, Ayana, his mother's friend came down running toward them

"Good news, Mikael! It's another healthy girl!"

He remembers holding her for the first time, her little face red and wrinkly

"What shall we name her, Elijah?" His mother asked him softly

Elijah thought about a name and said the first one that came to his mind

"Kassandra. Like the Greek Princess from your stories"

As he was much older than them, Elijah was quite protective of his little sisters

He remembers Kassie asking their father if she could also train with a sword and later he comforted her when their father yelled at her

As a child (even as an adult) Kassie was scared of thunder. Often when there was a storm brewing, she would hide in Elijah's arm

Many times, little Kassandra would be plagued by nightmares

She was too scared to wake up her parents so instead she would wake up Elijah

With teary eyes she would shake the dark-haired boy and ask if she could sleep in his arms

He never refused her

Elijah also remembers the day Kassie died, because, well, they died together

After the death of their youngest brother Henrik, his parents started acting strange

One fateful night, everything changed

He and Kassie were put in a room and told to wait. Elijah had a bad feeling about the whole thing

Their father came into the house, closed the door, and stared at them

"Father? What's happening?" Kassie asked quietly

Elijah's heart dropped when their father pulled out his sword and lunged toward Kassie

Elijah stood in front of Kassie, shielding her as their father plunged the blade of his sword into his heart

The last memory of Elijah's human life was the screams of his little sister echoing in his ears

Kassie screamed as she fell to her knees. She was in too much shock to defend herself.

She felt the blade piercing her chest and fell next to Elijah

Her last memory was the sight of her brother's dead body

In the early days of their new life, Elijah tried his best to keep everyone under control

Out of everyone, Kassie seemed to struggle the most with their new vampiric urges

She had a hard time accepting the fact that to survive, she had to kill innocent people

Over time, they learned to feed without killing

Kassie would never admit but Elijah was most definitely her favorite brother

Elijah, ever the peace holder, refused to admit Kassie was his favorite sibling

The others knew well that she, in fact, was his favorite sibling

Bookworms, both of them lol

They would spend countless hours in libraries, reading together and discussing the current state of the world

She almost sees him as a father figure, since Mikael wasn't the best father to any of them really

Forehead kisses! So many forehead kisses!

Kassie always had a gentle heart and her vampirism only magnified that

Elijah would always shield and defend Kassie from Klaus when the latter would raise his voice at her

One look into her big blue eyes and her pouty lips and this man is crumbling (see gif above lol)

She knows she has Elijah (and Klaus) wrapped around her little finger

She's aware that manipulating her brothers using their love for her isn't the right thing to do, but a girl sometimes has to use morally dubious means to make her life easier

"Elijah?"

"Yes?"

"Can you give me your credit card? I saw these really cute boots, I have to have them! Please???" She asks while batting her eyelashes

*he sighs and pulls out his wallet*

*she squeals and kisses him on the cheek*

"You're the best brother in the whole wide world!"

Elijah smirks while shaking his head and continues reading

He knows he's being manipulated but doesn't to anything about it

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Annoyingly Codependent | Part One.

Summery: Cousins thrown back to a time that both are in danger but are perfectly equipt to handle. Neither seemed too upset at the change, plans immediately starting despite the new situations. It's more the Mikaelson Siblings that are going to be surprised with the newly aquired family members.

Word Count: 2350

Rating: Mature[Violence | Implied Sexual content] (Rating for entire fic)

A/N: There is a ship included in this. In the later chapters. As account is named. Little cringe. But this was fun for me to write.

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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Marquez groaned as he hit the side of the bar and froze as he saw the crowd. "Hope?" He called out lightly. Eyes flicking between the people in the room. A moment later, he heard a groan and turned to her. "What the hell did you do?" He asked as he turned so he could see her lying on the ground. He sighed, holding out a hand.

"Not me."

"... Aunt Freya?" He asked flatly, and she shrugged. "Why is our family so co-dependant?" He asked, annoyed.

"Sorry. Who are you two?" One of them asked, and the two turned to look seeing the blonde male vampire glaring. Marques looked at him, and he looked to Hope.

"Are we really dealing with this?" He asked her. "From what my dad told me, he's a dick."

"I mean. Dad never talked about him."

"... I was always curious about that one thing. See if it's the same for the others as me." He said and raised an eyebrow, and Hope looked amused.

"Seriously?"

"... I mean -"

"Okay. Children -" The blonde, Mikael, started, but Marquez cut the man off, pinning him to a wall his hand wrapped around Mikaels heart.

"Let's not lecture the stronger people in the room just because you think we're too young and not worthy of respect." He mocked with a smile.

"Marquez. Remember that Freya actually cared about him." Hope said casually, pouring herself a drink.

"... You say that like I should care?"

"You do."

"... Well. I'm not using white oak." He murmured and ripped the mans heart out. "And apparently, they grow back for Originals as well. And they need ashes, right?" He hummed and looked to a horrified witch. "Aunt Freya?"

"... Aunt?" She asked, confused before she looked at Mikaels body. "No... What did you Do?!"

"He'll live." They said rolling their eyes. "You're the one who apparently decided you should send Me back. So... blame your future self. I know it wasn't my mother."

"Aunt D would never." Hope said with a laugh. "Mar, catch." She said and threw them a glass, and they caught it and placed the heart it.

"Ambustio." He said, and it burned to ash. "Can you remember how long it took me?" Marquez asked, looking from Hope to Mikael and back.

"Few hours." She said simply.

"Cool. So, this is the time with... Dahlia?"

"Seems like it. Mikael died from what I know. But..." She shrugged.

"Cool. So we need grandmother's blood... Which means me, or." He sighed. "I'm really tempted to drag her soul back here to deal with all of this with us."

"Baby Nik."

"Just because she's a mother doesn't give her an out on Everything."

"Just... leave it."

"Hmm."

"Marquez Erik Mikaelson. You're Not dragging her here."

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson." He returned. "You are Not in charge of me. We are not our fathers."

"Like Uncle Kol Ever listened to Dad."

"Well, it's Uncle Nik. Why would he?"

"Excuse me?" Klaus's voice came.

"Finally." Marquez said lightly. "I thought someone traded you for an Alien." He said, turning to the brothers. "So... Mikaels ashes. Norwegian soil and Esthers blood. You do still have the womans body, right?"

"Yes." He said. "Why -"

"Aunt Freya most likely wants certain people alive that died. Why did she send ME? I don't know. I don't give a damn. Hope got the whole save the family habit you lot have, but seriously... Quicker that I get this sorted. Sooner, I get a life again." He said and held out the glass of ashes waving it out. Elijah was the one who took it.

"And you thought killing our father was a good plan?" Elijah asked dryly.

"You care? He's an abusive ass that only Freya truly cared for since he spent... How old were you as a human Uncle Elijah?" Elijah stopped a smile threatening to pull onto his lips at the title. "... Well, over two decades making your lives hell. Whiping, beating. Just... Gross. Anyway. Then he spent a thousand years hunting you. Tried to kill Aunt Hayley and Hope." He motioned to Hope. "And you care I gave him a temporary death?"

"He makes a good point." Another witch spoke up.

"Aunt Bex?" Marquez said, looked to her in surprise and grinned. "You look so different. Vampire suits you better."

"I'm sure, but I promised I'd stay like this until Kol was alive again."

"Well. You should work on the control. A baby witch could take you out, Aunt Bex. Be careful." He hummed and looked to Hope. "Drink, please." She passed him the bottle. "Tomorrow, we'll sort out granny tomorrow." He said, and before anyone stopped him, he raised the bottle to his lips, taking a drink.

"Plan on getting drunk tonight?"

"Absolutely. Come on, wolf girl. Join me?" He said.

"Wait." Freya said lightly. "You two are adults, right?"

"Yep."

"He's 19. I'm 22." Hope said, ignoring Marquez attempt to gloss over it. "We both activated the vampire genetics."

"You died?" Klaus asked, upset.

"I did it on purpose."

"Why would you do that?" Elijah asked.

"She needed the power." Marquez shrugged, taking another drink, and Elijah took the bottle.

"You're still underage."

"I died... I think legal age limits are... less important." He said, annoyed. "Come on. The strict uncle move is boring." He said. "Uncle Eli." He said, holding out a hand. Elijah looked unsure like he was about to give it back.

"Are you really so easy to manipulate, brother?" Klaus asked, which made Elijah step back. Marquez looked at Klaus, annoyed as Hope his a laugh behind her own glass.

"... I was at a party with a hot guy, who was Actually interesting before I suddenly was here. Let me drink."

"Who?" Hope asked. "You don't have friends."

"... Screw you. Your only friends are the Saltzman twins."

"Bitch." Hope returned but both smiled, confusing the others for a moment.

There was a gasp, and they turned to see Mikael waking. "Oh, that sucks. It's not fully grown yet. He woke way too early. That hurts like a bitch." He said watching the man clutch at his chest.

Mikael was back on his feet and glaring, and Marquez smiled. "Please. Try it."

"Your fathers recklessness." Elijah said with a sigh.

"And my mothers power... well, blended with the fact I'm a Mikaelson first born." He hummed.

"And just who's brat are you?" Mikael asked.

"The youngest son... Second yougest. His kid."

"Kols. Of course." He drawled.

"Mhmm. Now, do you wish to fight. Or do you watch to kill the witch who stole your daughter?" He asked, and Mikael glared. "Awesome. Since I can't get drunk... Uncle 'cels bar... not open yet. um. Bayou?" He asked Hope.

"Wolf run?"

"Yep."

"Sounds good." She nodded.

"Wait." Rebekah spoke up. "Uncel Cel? Marcel?"

"Marcel's family." Hope and Marquez said in time and moved towards the door.

Klaus caught Marquez arm. "You're running with a wolf?"

"I'm a Grim. An idiot witch tried to sacrifice me... Didn't work with me." He hummed, eyes turning red with black scleras. "Set off two things. Vampiric and Grim powers. Ancestors punishment, it seems, since I'm not even linked to our family as a protector. I'm... alone. Just working with Hope and such while I wait `til my ward connects." He explained simply. "Now... We're gonna run. Let go... or join us, Uncle Nik."

Klaus looked between them, unsure. "We could invite Hayley."

"And Jackson." Elijah said casually. "I'll come to babysit." He offered.

"Family run, it is." Hope said, looking a little surprised.

"We don't do that?" Klaus asked.

"Not really. Usually just me and Marq." Hope said simply.

"Filthy dogs." Mikael muttered as they left. Marquez stopped and almost turned around, but Hope stopped him.

~

Klaus, Jackson, and Hayley left on the night, long before the other two. They headed back to the compound just in time to see Klaus take someones head off. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Marquez coughed. "Hey, where's Aunt Freya? Kinda need her for the Esther wake-up spell."

"... Why?" Klaus asked.

"Two generations and a guide." Hope answered for him. "Me and Freya, then Marq."

"How wonderful. She can never be simple." Klaus drawled.

"I could do it?" Rebekah offered.

"First born would be better. Power and Control." Hope told her softly. "We need to both anchor and channel each other and anchor Marquez. It's not... easy." Rebekah sighed but nodded.

~

Freya was reluctant but between the three of them plus Elijah, who'd brought the antimagic manacles to greet his mother with.

Esther, despite the actions, seemed smug at the fact she was back and looked to Freya. "Sweet daughter." She said in an almost vicious voice. "So wonderful to have you help with my return."

"Wow. No wonder you all want her dead." Marques drawled.

"No wonder Finn thought killing his siblings was a genuine option." Hope added. "Oh... and a baby."

"And that this bloodlines all messed up with her and Mikael."

"Mhmm. At least he seems to care for One of them."

"That's enough." Elijah said, despite his amusement being obvious. "We should get her back to the compound. Mix her blood with Mikaels ashes. Perhaps give the pair time to talk. Alone. Without magic." He hummed, and Freya hummed in agreement.

"Mikael's still alive?" Esther asked quietly.

"Aunt Freya wants him alive." Marquez shrugged and turned from them. "Kill Dahlia. Then I'm going to find a bar and find someone pretty to dance with."

"You're still underage." Elijah said casually as he tugged the chain on Esther as he followed.

"I'm aware, Uncle Eli. But I also... don't care. And can compell a bartender."

"Not if one of them stops you." Hope said casually, walking at his side.

"Hope. Love. Dearest Cousin. Don't give him ideas."

"Well, you can't have too much fun."

"... Aren't you just your fathers daughter." He said. "Buzzkill."

"Hey!"

"At least you ain't Finn."

"Oh, mean."

"He killed my dad."

"... True. And he tried to kill me. Fair enough."

"That's my eldest son you're insulting." Esther spoke up.

"Is it?" Marquez drawled sarcastically with a mock gasp.

"We totally didn't know that!" Hope said matching the tone.

"We thought he was some random parasite that our family randomly kept with them for totally no reason." Marquez hummed. "Personally. I'm all for the youngests needing more respect."

"Of course you would." Hope said, rolling her eyes. "Kol named you for his little brother."

"Well, yeah. Did I tell you Henrik was the first soul to visit me?" They said excitedly. "When I woke. He talked me through the new change."

"You didn't. That's so cool."

"Right?" He said. "I mean, I'm glad considering I was alone in the middle of the night during a bloodmoon. I was about to freak out. Henrik's great. Still visits now and then. Apparently, the whole naming you after someone in honour is actually way to connect them." He smiled.

"That's cool. So, for me?"

"You think your mother won't be watching over you if she dies?" He asked with a laugh. "You know they can visit if they find peace, right? It's just those who Fuck up and don't Redeem themselves, who get stuck between." He said pointedly and Hope chuckled lightly.

"Good."

"And we are keeping that as an IF." Elijah said casually. "We won't let-"

"Please, don't." Hope cut him off lightly. Ellijah looked slightly surprised but nodded sharply.

"Somethings that happen suck. We're not going to let it happen." Marquez said, looking to Elijah. "Hope's still angsty over it." The girl glared at him, and he raised an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes.

"You would be too." He reached for her hand.

`My dad dies three times before he stays alive. So does my mom. Thats why they left without me. Remember?` He sent mentally.

`At least they're alive.`

`So are yours now.`

`Let's keep it that way.`

`Obviously. We just need to take out Lucien before he makes the upgrade.` He pulled his hand back and smiled. "Come on. When do WE lose. Like Actually. When we work together?"

"I think the counts still on zero." She said.

"Exactly. Now, chill. Aunt Freya got us trapped back here. So we may as well enjoy it."

"Hey-!"

"Not now, you. Our you." Marquez cut Freya off.

"Maybe you'll meet the guy you'll link to."

"Who says it'll be a guy?" Hope just stared at him. "... Okay, fair. But it could be a friend or place you know."

"It's going to be a guy. Probably one our family doesn't like too much."

"Oh, imagine it's someone like... Aurora."

"Bad joke." Hope said and laughed lightly. "Or her brother?"

"... I forgot she had a brother." He hummed. "... Anyway. Our plan?"

"Yes. I'm down for that." She nodded.

"Good. Cause it's currently all I have."

"And the other one?"

"Won't be a threat if the others dead."

"Are you two planning to murder to protect US." Elijah asked. "I'm rather sure that's meant to be the other was around." He said simply.

"You're strong... We're powerful." He said. "No need to do the older guy thing where you need to be the first one to get hit."

"And we also have the extra knowledge." Hope added casually. "Means we can avoid specific things happening that stop a lot of things happening." She said and looked to Marquez. "If your mom doesn't die... They don't get her killed again. No hollow."

"No hollow. No split. No mind wipe... No death."

"No deaths." Hope grinned.

"We can save them all. Stop one death. Stop them all."

"This is why Freya sent you with me." Hope said. "We make a good team."

"And you'd choke."

"I am stronger than you."

"Bite me, wolfie. You are Not."

"Uh huh. Sure, puppy."

"... After Dahlia -"

"Hit the Gym? Marcel plays ref?"

"Mhmm. Because Alaric was totally bias."

"I was his favourite student."

"Creepy~."

[ofmikaelsonmagiks]

"For better or worse, I'm a Mikaelson. Always and forever."

indie TVDU Mikaelson OC

[cerase11a]

I have an elena/femmikaelson oc fic planned and i cannot wait to share it 😭 I love giving characters the endings and storylines they deserved. Elena should’ve been taken away from those damn salvatoads ( @midnights-became-my-afternoons i will forever call them this now ). Much like stay stay stay with Bella and Willow (i swear I’m writing the next chapter) lol

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[klaus-littlestwolf]

would you make a Klaus fic, where he and reader are under a sex spell? just a sex magic fic, you can decide on the plot🥰

love your fics btw💕

Warning:Dubcon cause sex pollen, talk and use of sex toys, desperate/passionate fucking, needy Hybrid sex, brief realization of Yandere behavior at the end

‘You’re joking!’ I exclaimed, unable to unhear what Bonnie had just told me.

‘No, not at all. We need to keep you away from everyone else because this spell can potentially effect others who come in contact with you. Caroline has already said you can stay in her parents cabin, Damon is taking you there now.’ She shooed me out of the room and outside to Damon’s car.

‘Get in the back!’ He snapped as I moved to slide into the passenger seat. ‘I don’t need this shit effecting me next-‘

‘Why can’t I just stay in the cell in the basement? That way I won’t be alone…I’m scared-‘

‘Because Klaus was hit by that shit too, we don’t know if he knows what it was yet and with how desperate he is for you every other day without being bewitched, I can’t even imagine what he would do with you now.’ He explained as if I were a small stupid child and I wanted to hit him desperately.

A warlock coming after Elena (as always) for Doppelgänger blood for one of his spells had attacked us. I had grabbed a potted plant outside of the Grille and cracked it over his head which gave Elena enough time to run and find Damon, though as he whirled around to me there was suddenly an angry Hybrid standing in front of me which gave the Warlock pause.

Klaus had seemingly taken an interest in me as soon as he arrived in town and while I don’t encourage him, I’m also not cruel or mean either, which seemed to make him think he had a chance.

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a small spell bag before dumping some pink powder into his hand and blowing it at the both of us. I couldn’t help but inhale it, only breathing in more when I began choking and hearing Klaus do the same, my eyes and nose burning as I felt his hands holding onto me. Though he was still coughing himself he checked on me (which I found very sweet), hands on my face and inspecting me before brushing the powder off of me leading to me returning the favor. He had no clue what it was and neither did I but after a quick thanks I left to find my friends and a witch to tell me what the fuck I just inhaled.

Turns out we had both been choking on a very powerful potion that people had dubbed “Sex Pollen”. Many witches used to use it several hundred years ago but most stopped once people began insisting that it led to way too many people becoming effected (since all you needed to do was injest a drop) and ending up sexually assaulting whoever came across their path. The potion is typically in a liquid form but talented witches can make it in a powder, however it is about ten times more potent.

‘Stay here, theres food and water, TV, books. Everything you could possibly need. Caroline also bought you some…play things…to help. God this is so gross, they’re in the bedroom. Get out of my car-‘

‘No! How long do I have to stay here?!’ I snapped making him roll his eyes.

‘Bonnie said in the powder form it can take several hours to kick in but it lasts a few days, though with how much you breathed in probably a week at least. Go! Before you infect me too and we really have a problem!’ I grabbed the bag that Elena had packed me and slid out of the car, walking inside and locking the door behind me with a heavy sigh.

‘Fuck All Of You Assholes!’ I screamed, hating my friends for abandoning me just so they wouldn’t suffer as well before I looked around the cabin, finding the bedroom with a large California King that was quite comfortable. I also came across a basket on the bed which contained a rechargeable wand, a 7 inch pink suction cup dildo, a butt plug and a bottle of salted caramel flavored lube. ‘Why The Fuck Was She So Thorough?!’

I set the basket aside and stripped out of my shirt and jeans as I began feeling warm, climbing into the bed under the sheet and deciding to try and take a nap before I get hit with killer horniness.

The nap didn’t last more than an hour before I woke up rolling around restlessly, my body sweating now as a hot feeling in my stomach began intensifying. I couldn’t tell you how long I laid there writhing in misery before I heard a loud knock at the door, instantly hating the world that much more.

‘What are you doing here?!’ I snapped as I finally dragged myself to the front door, moody and uncomfortable which made me unable to be kind.

‘I thought I would come and assist you. Wouldn’t want you suffering through this alone, now would we?’ Klaus asked, looking every bit as put together as always but I could see in his eyes how desperate he was. I could also see his impressive bulge tenting his jeans.

‘How did you find me? I was-never mind. Go away Klaus!’ I groaned, moving to shut the door.

‘I followed Damon, he wasn’t very careful, my guess is he didn’t much care if I found you. They just wanted you away from them before they had to suffer too, your friends that you protected sent you away to save themselves. Seems really selfish to me.’ Any other day I would disagree but with how I was feeling I couldn’t argue with him, prompting me to agree.

‘You’re right…Fuck them! Couldn’t even put me downstairs! Had to leave me all alone!’ I raged as I was overcome by a cramping pain straight down to my pussy causing me to double over.

‘Invite me in Love, let’s help each other? It’s going to be days with only brief hours of relief between…let me help you get some relief?’

‘Klaus, I can’t-‘

‘You want me just as much as I want you, don’t lie!’ He growled, eyes glowing gold now as he showed how desperate he really was, so far gone that he wasn’t able to hide it anymore.

‘It’s just this stupid magic-‘

‘No! No, I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you, and you…you need me too.’ His hand reached down to grab his crotch, pupils nearly swallowing his entire eye whole. ‘I can make your pussy feel so good baby, you need me! Who else could go anywhere near as long as a Hybrid, huh?’ He was right, if anyone could help me it was Klaus, especially with how pent up he is himself. ‘Please Y/n? I need to be buried in your little cunt, and you know you need it too! Your fingers can’t help you the way my cock can and I know you’ve dreamt of my cock in your needy little pussy since long before this ever happened-Fuck! I Need You! Please?!’ He begged and as I felt a rush of wetness coat my panties I whined, nodding my head. ‘Say it Y/n…Say It!’

‘Come in Klaus! Please?! I need-‘ I didn’t get to finish my statement before I was tackled to the floor with the Hybrid yanking his pants open and shoving them down enough to free himself before tearing my panties off of my body and shoving himself into me roughly.

‘So Fucking Perfect! Knew your cunt would be perfect! Tightest little cunt-Fuck! Never gonna stop fucking you baby!’

‘Yes! Don’t Stop! Fuck Klaus, your cock! So good!’ Tears leaked from my eyes as he continued thrusting into my body. The sound of skin slapping together echoing through the house and out the front door that hung on one hinge from where the Hybrid had nearly ripped it off as he entered. ‘Oh Fuck!’ I threw my head back against the carpet as my first orgasm rushed through me out of nowhere, only realizing he had finished with me when I felt the hot cum inside of me as he continued thrusting, never once even slowing down.

‘I need to feel you squeeze me again Babygirl, cum for me! Cum for your Alpha!’ The second orgasm was just as strong as the first as I came and felt his body tense up as well before he finally stilled, breathing heavily into my neck.

‘I think…we’re in trouble…’ I panted heavily and he chuckled before looking down at me, hesitating only a second before pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lovely kiss. ‘Don’t stop.’ I insisted when he pulled back, grabbing onto his neck and pressing my lips to his this time as I enjoyed our kiss.

‘This isn’t how I wanted it to happen, I wanted to take you on a date, show you how much I love you…then I was going to fuck you…wanted to make you feel so good you would never leave me again-‘

‘It’s okay, you’ve just done it backwards…you can still take me out, just after this is over because I don’t think people would appreciate you fucking me over our table.’ I teased, enjoying the genuine smile that I got from him, only ever seeing it when he looks at me which has always made me feel special.

‘That’s the spell talking-‘

‘I liked you before that you idiot! I just never really thought you were all that serious.’ I admitted, pushing him up and feeling his (once again) hard cock slide out of me as he helped me stand up.

‘How could you think that? I’ve gone out of my way to show you-your friends told you I was using you, didn’t they?’ I nodded and he huffed a heavy sigh before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a rough kiss. ‘I love you, regardless of any doppelgänger or your awful friends. After all of this I will take you out properly, I promise…but until then-‘

‘No! No more floor fucking, there’s furniture and a bed here for a reason, no more carpet, it hurts.’ I explained, feeling the rug burn against my back and ass.

‘No more rugs, but I need you now.’ He growled, lifting me by my thighs and appearing in the bedroom instantly, dropping me onto the bed. Just as he spread my legs he paused, glancing over to the table and reaching out to grab the basket with the things Caroline had left. ‘What-‘

‘Caroline left them for me. I guess she wanted to help me since I’m all alone.’

‘Interesting…does she know you well, or not?’ He wondered, picking up the butt plug and raising his eyebrows making me blush as my body started sweating.

‘Klaus! Stop the teasing and get inside me! The cramps are starting, so if you’re not going to help me then get the Fuck out and I’ll do it my-Ah!’ I cried out, feeling the rounded end of the plug pressing to my tight hole and rubbing against it. ‘Oh God!’ Klaus took the lube bottle and squeezed a healthy amount onto the plug before tossing it to the other side of the bed and pressing it back against my ass.

‘Relax Precious, this is going to make it feel so much better!’ He promised, pushing the plug harder until it popped into my hole. Klaus could feel his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of the jewel on the end of the plug. ‘You are so fucking perfect! How do you fee-‘

‘Klaus! Please?!’ I begged, pulling him closer and yanking at his shirt before getting it off and sighing in relief at the feel of his hot skin against mine.

Klaus shoved his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off, finally naked as well before taking hold of his cock and pushing himself back inside of me. ‘There you are love, feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Both of your slutty little holes stuffed up?’

‘T-Too much-Never-‘

‘Never been so full before, I know Baby! I-Fuck!’ Suddenly as if he could no longer control himself he began thrusting into me frantically. ‘Mine! My Fucking Cunt!’ He snarled, Hybrid visage taking over as he fucked into me so hard I briefly wondered if he could shatter my pelvis like this.

‘Yes! Yours! All yours, don’t stop! Please don’t stop?!’

Y/n couldn’t have said how long Klaus continued like that. How long he thrust into her cunt at a painful speed, how many times the both of them had climaxed together while he still continued to fuck his (somehow still) hard cock into her, she couldn’t even say how many times he had buried his fangs into her throat in an effort to mark her as his like a werewolf marking his mate…and maybe he was. Odds are she was never getting away from him now-not that she wanted to.

It was a week later that Damon finally came back to the house to check on her finding the front door ripped open.

He ventured inside, not hearing anything and figuring that it was over for Y/n and who was inevitably Klaus that had torn the door off the hinges. He was prepared with jokes galore for the the drive back, excited to pick on the young girl for giving into the monster that had been after her for months but sadly he never got to use those jokes.

Damon opened the door to the bedroom to find his girlfriends friend snuggled into Klaus Mikaelson’s naked chest fast asleep. The Hybrid however seemed to have awoken as soon as he turned the doorknob, his yellow eyes finding his with an intensity that he had never seen. He bore his fangs, lifting his head and Damon (one of the only people who had never truly feared Klaus Mikaelson) was instantly terrified. It was like a bucket of ice water dumped on him, alarm bells ringing in his head declaring the danger that he is in prompting him to throw up his hands instantly. As Klaus moved to sit up, the young vampire shut the door promptly and hightailed it back to his car, peeling back down the driveway.

He doesn’t know how long that stuff will take to wear off but it definitely hasn’t yet and he would not be disturbing them again!

Y/n and Klaus were in the house for nearly 2 weeks before they felt as if their bodies were back to normal though they stayed for another week after that. No one could have imagined how close such a spell would bring them…no one except Klaus of course.

The witch he had hired to make that powder had done a wonderful job, money well spent in the Hybrids mind. The spell had worked better than he ever could have imagined and it had gotten him exactly what he wanted.

The only thing left to do was to kill the witch that had helped him and ensure that his mate never learned that he was the one who had dosed her.

He finally had his girl, he couldn’t let something so trivial ruin it.

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[coco-cinnamon]

"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before.

"Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon. "Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out.

"What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all. Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked.

"I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.

"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips. "I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath.

"Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.

He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[writememysticfalls]

Naked | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: You're craving affection from the cold Elijah. When he asks you to read the names off his naked body, you can't keep your hands off him.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Shirtless!Elijah, Inspired by S1 Ep 14 when Elijah has the names on his skin.

Word Count: <1k

"Y/n! Come here, quickly." Elijah yanked off his tie and threw it onto the ground.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of delight. It had been too long since you'd heard Elijah call your name.

You rushed into the room. "I'm here, Elijah. How can I help...."

The words died on your lips when you caught sight of him.

Elijah was standing in the centre of the room. He was shirtless, holding his pale blue shirt crumpled in his hands.

You almost felt embarrassed by his nakedness, like you should turn away. But you couldn't tear your eyes from his body.

"The names marked on my flesh represent a riddle, left for me by the witch Celeste." Elijah said, voice cool. "If we figure out what they mean, we can save my siblings."

There was no "hello" or "how are you" with Elijah, even though this was the first time he'd spoken to you in days.

Your eyes traced across Elijah's naked chest. There were names scrawled all over his brown skin. You had never seen beneath the suit that Elijah wore like armour every day. What you saw was more... muscular than you were expecting.

"I need you to write down all the names marked upon me. Hurry, we do not have much time."

You stepped closer. "Why me?"

Elijah clenched his jaw, folding his arms across his chest.

His voice was curt. "I cannot read the names on my back, and I do not trust any of Marcel's imbeciles to do the job properly."

"So that's all I am to you now? One step up from a next-to-nothing daywalker? You almost loved me once." You muttered the last part under your breath, but Elijah's vampire ears caught every word.

Elijah turned to you, looking you straight in the eyes for the first time since you’d entered the room.

"I do not have time to discuss... such matters. Help me now, I implore you."

You sighed. "Fine. Let's crack this code and save some goddamn Originals."

You took Elijah's arm. His skin was surprisingly smooth, like warm butter. You gulped. You couldn't remember the last time you’d been touched.

"Adriana Malory," you whispered, tracing your finger across the cursive inked onto Elijah's forearm.

Inch by inch, you scoured Elijah’s skin, hands caressing every name.

You touched his bicep. "Anita Kaur." The slope of his shoulder. "Maria Nester." Under his collar bone. "Sophie King." Over his ribs. "Sabine Dubois."

Elijah watched silently as you read the names across his chest and back.

"We're nearly done," you said. "There's some left on your..." Your voice faltered. You gazed at the thick, taut muscles of his abdomen.

Half hidden by the belt of Elijah's trousers, one name was nestled amongst the dark coarse hair at the base of his abdomen.

"Just need to get a little closer..." You muttered. You knelt down on your knees in front of Elijah. His heart nearly stopped.

You reached out and touched his stomach, smoothing the hair to read the words.

"Emma... no, Emily..." Your mouth was dry. "I can't read the rest. Your belt..."

Elijah sucked in a breath. "Let's just get this over with." He unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers down an inch.

You leaned closer.

"Emeliana Kirkcaldy," you said. "That's the last one."

Both you and Elijah exhaled. It was over.

Right now, Elijah was glad you weren’t a vampire. You couldn't hear his heart racing a hundred beats per minute.

"Won't you forgive me, Elijah? I only went through your diaries because I had to.” You looked up at him from your position on the floor. Your eyes, a deep shade of walnut, bore onto his. Tempting him. Taunting him.

Elijah cupped the side of your face. Your eyes slipped shut. You leant your cheek into his warm palm.

He wanted to give in, he wanted to feel your hands all over him, your lips on him. But then he remembered your betrayal, and his mouth filled with venom.

"We're done here." Elijah hissed. He sped across the room at vampire speed and whipped his shirt on.

"Wait," you called. "Take me with you, Elijah. I can help find-"

"You've done enough," he said, walking towards the door.

"Elijah!" You grabbed onto Elijah's arm and yanked him back with all your strength.

Elijah turned, staring at your hand on his arm. He couldn't help but be a little impressed that this young girl had the courage to take on an Original.

"How long are we going to be walking on eggshells around each other?" You yelled. "I've said I'm sorry! You're my only friend in this... prison that I'm forced to live in. Please, I can't bear you angry at me. I won't have it!"

You were panting, brown cheeks glowing with life. Your dark hair whipped wildly round your angular face.

Elijah sighed. "I am not angry at you."

You scoffed. "Tell that to your face."

Elijah smiled. He reached forwards and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Y/n… I owe it to my siblings to give them my undivided attention. If I allow myself to think, even for a second about... us." His words were strangled, barely above whisper. "No. I cannot."

Before you could say anything, Elijah stepped back, shrugging on his Armani suit jacket.

"Do not leave the Quarter, Y/n. It is not safe for a human.”

He sped off, too quick for your eyes to even process. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Elijah's indifference was worse than his disappointment. Something had to change.

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[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 13 - Hell hath no fury

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: death, blood, blood-drinking, physical fight and injuries, Kassie goes off the rails, making shit up about witch lore lol

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, hope you enjoy it! Please read my PS at the end.

Set during TVD 3x17

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October 26th, 2010 - New Orleans 

Kassandra watched as a group of tourists and their guide passed her by. "...The French Quarter - jazz and jambalaya, romance and poetry. Not to mention things that go bump in the night, monsters that feed off human blood, vengeful spirits of the dead-" 

Suppressing a chuckle, she walked across the street to a stand where a woman was shuffling a deck of cards. She sat down, surprising the middle-aged woman. "How may I help you?" 

"Read me my fortune," Kassie said, offering her palm to the woman. Once the woman reluctantly took her hand, she gasped and let Kassie go. 

"You're-"

"One of the Originals. And you're a witch, the real deal. If you weren't, you wouldn't have sensed what I was."

The woman, who Kassie later learned was named Agnes, looked around nervously. "What do you want?"

"You seem experienced. I need a witch to do a simple locator spell. I'll pay you if you want." Kassie explained, leaning her head. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"You're a witch. Surely you can do one spell for me. Please, I want to find someone dear to me. I have one of his belongings, you can use it as an anchor."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I can't break the rules." 

Kassie furrowed her brows. "What rules?"

"The vampire won't allow it. The last thing I need is to get on Marcel's bad side."

The gears in her brain turned. "...Marcel? Marcel Gerard?"

"The one and only. He rules the city with an iron fist. I avoid him as much as possible."

Kassie nodded. "That is a name I haven't heard in years...I won't trouble you anymore." 

She leaned over the table. "Just one more thing. Tell me, where can I find Marcel?" 

~

Walking into the so-called Rousseau's bar, her ears were filled with an upbeat song performed by someone she hadn't seen in over a century - Marcel Gerard. She watched as he sang on the small stage. Soon after, he finished, jumping off the stage and going to who she assumed were his friends. 

She leaned on a nearby pillar, waiting for him to notice her. After a couple of seconds, he turned his gaze toward her direction. He observed her in obvious surprise, looking her over. She saw the exact moment it clicked for him. 

"Kassandra?"

"Marcellus. It's been a while. " She greeted politely and approached him. 

His men got up at once, but he stopped them. "No need for that, boys. Kassie is an old acquaintance of mine."

"Can I just say, wonderful breath control. Excellent pitch. I wonder, who taught you how to sing?" She asked rhetorically, her eyes shimmering with mirth. 

After a second a smile broke on his face and he hugged her tightly which surprised Kassie. She kissed him on the cheek and he kissed her back. 

"What are you doing here? C'mon, let's have a drink." Marcel led her further into the bar. 

~

He brought her into one of the private rooms at the back of the bar. They sat down and he poured her a drink. "So, what brings you to the Crescent City?"

"I'm just passing through. I won't stay for long." She informed him, taking a sip. 

"No? Why not?"

"I'm looking for someone. The witches of the French Quarter are known for their skills so I thought one of them could do a locator spell for me. But, from what I've heard, they are not allowed to practice magic because of your rules."

"No, they're not."

Kassie cocked her head. "Why not? And how can you control whether they practice or not?"

"That's my business." He responded sternly. 

Kassie looked him over. At that moment, he sounded just like Klaus, which sent a shiver down her spine. "Look, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just looking for answers, clues, anything I can find."

"Who are you looking for?" Marcel asked, leaning over the table. 

She sighed. "Someone I knew a long time ago. A man. He is...very dear to me. He was taken from me and for the past 900 years I've been looking for him."

"So, an old flame?" Marcel asked with a smirk. 

She looked down, smiling. "He's more than that, Marcel. He's the love of my life. My husband."

Marcel's face twisted in confusion. "You...were married?"

She nodded. "Still am. Since 1004."

"Wow." He exclaimed chugging down his drink. "I forget sometimes how old you lot are."

Kassie chided. "You know, you should never comment on a lady's age." He chuckled. 

"What can I do for you? How can I help?" 

"His name is Axel. Perhaps, you've seen him. Maybe he passed through New Orleans at one point."

"I've met a lot of people over the centuries, Kassie. You oughta be more specific."

She sighed. "I haven't seen him in almost a millennia. I don't know what he looks like right now, but, if you allow me, I can show you my memories of him. Perhaps, you'll recognize his face."

He thought about it for a second. "Alright, just keep it PG. I don't need to see you macking on him or worse."

She rolled her eyes but refrained from commenting. Taking his hand into hers, she took a deep breath and showed him her favorite memory she shared with Axel, their wedding ceremony. It was a cold yet clear day when she bound herself to him in the woods of Norway. 

The memory felt so fresh in her mind like it was yesterday she spoke her vows. His deep brown eyes, his dark curls, his dimples...god, she missed him. 

"Sorry, Kass. I don't recognize him." Marcel said as she let go of his hand. 

Her smile dropped and she drew her lips into a tight line. "It's alright, Marcel. It's not your fault."

"I will tell you this. In the 50s, I studied law. On campus, I met a girl. Some Russian chick, Talya, fled to the US after the war. Turns out, she was a witch. Apparently, she left cause her family was entangled with this old, powerful vampire."

"Entangled? How?"

"Centuries ago, one of her ancestors was seconds away from death when a mysterious vampire rescued her. Seeing how she was now indebted to him, she struck a deal with him - he would protect her bloodline for centuries to come and her family would keep him away from the eyes of the world. Perhaps, he is the same person as your husband."

"Why would he want to hide? Who was he running from?"

"That's all she said to me. She was on campus for a couple of months and then she disappeared. Never saw her again."

Kassie nodded as she put the pieces together. "Because she was pregnant."

"What? How do you know that?"

"Because I met her daughter a few months ago." She said as she rose from her seat.

She took Marcel's hand. "Thank you, Marcel, for being so cooperative and honest. It means the world to me."

"You not gonna stay? We're having gumbo for dinner! The best one in town." He offered. 

She smiled sadly. "Maybe some next time. Take care, my dear, and stay out of trouble." She kissed him on the cheek and left through the back door.

~

Richmond, Virginia

Kassie parked her car in front of the old apothecary. She was stopped at least half a dozen times while speeding on the highway. Compelling her way through Louisiana and Virginia, she finally reached the place she was looking for. 

Walking up the stairs, she carefully opened the door. Slowly walking in, she used her supernatural hearing - no one was there. She went around the store, trying to find some clue that would lead her to the witch, but she found nothing. "Damn it!" 

Just as she turned around to leave, something stopped her in her tracks. She tried moving her feet, but they didn't budge, nor did her arms. She was stuck. "What the-" 

Then, her skin started burning and sizzling in the waning sun. Her ring stopped working. She hadn't had this problem since her mother made that ring for her a thousand years ago. Screaming in pain, she closed her eyes and tried moving once again. Nothing. She knew the sun wouldn't kill her but it hurt regardless. 

From behind her, a shadow appeared, and the painful sensation of her head being stabbed with a thousand needles hit her like a truck. Magic, she immediately realized but it was too late to react. 

~

A bottle of wine fell to the floor, the glass shattering everywhere as Elijah grabbed his head in pain. He felt like someone was splitting his skull in half, his ears ringing as he barely stopped himself from crashing to the ground. Something was wrong with one of his siblings. 

Which one of them was dumb enough to anger a witch? Elijah quickly pulled out his phone. 

~

"What do you want, Elijah? I'm busy." Klaus asked, irritated that someone was interrupting his painting session. 

"Where are you? What are you doing?" Elijah asked, his voice erratic. 

Unusual, Klaus thought. "What are you on about? I'm in the house, painting." 

"Where's Rebekah?" 

"Not here. Why?" 

"Did you not feel it?"

"Feel what?"

Elijah sighed. "The pain, Niklaus. We're still connected. Just moments ago, a head-splitting migraine hit me. It was magic. It means one of us was dumb enough to anger a witch." 

"And you thought it was me?" Klaus said, offended.

"It was either Kol, Finn, or...Kassandra." 

"Kol is in Denver keeping an eye on Elena's brother, I don't think it's him." Klaus reasoned.

"I don't think it's Finn, so it must be Kassandra." Elijah deduced. 

"Yes, how is she? I haven't heard from her since she destroyed my house." Klaus inquired, his voice haughty.

"She had every right to be upset with you. What you did to her was..." Elijah sighed. "I don't know where she is. She hasn't responded to any of my calls or messages."

"Well, I'm not her brother anymore, so she's not my problem anymore."

"Niklaus..." 

"She said it herself. I wouldn't want to infringe on your family business or keep you away from saving your little sister. Good luck," Klaus said and abruptly ended the conversation. 

On the other end of the phone, Elijah sighed again, his head churning with ideas about finding Kassandra and where she could be. 

~

Kassandra woke up to find herself on a small couch, her hands bound with vervain-soaked rope. She hissed as the rope cut into her skin. She sat up and looked around—she was in a small, dingy-looking room filled with big, dusty books; grimoires, she realized. 

There was an old-looking oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, providing faint light. 

"You're awake." A soft voice reached her ears. She turned around to find the person she was looking for - Natalya, the witch she visited with Klaus months ago. 

"Yes...Look, you really didn't have to do all of this." Kassie said gesturing to her ropes. 

"Oh, that was just precaution." The woman said and unbound her hands. 

"Did you have to knock me out?" Kassie asked as she rubbed her wrists. 

"...Perhaps not, " the elderly lady said apologetically, sitting on a chair opposite Kassie. "I know who you're looking for."

Kassie furrowed her brows. "How did-"

"I read your mind while you were unconscious."

Rude, Kassie thought. "Oh...So, can you help me?"

Natalya sighed. Abruptly, she stood up, her long blond hair billowing behind her. "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Kassie rolled her eyes. "Tell me, you must know where Axel is. I know your bloodline was entangled with him. It seems to me your mother ran away. Why? " 

"Because she never wanted to be a part of it. Once she realized she was pregnant, she ran away to the US. I've never stepped foot in Europe lest the remnants of my coven sense my presence." 

"Why would you be so afraid of them?"

"By leaving and in the process taking me with her, she disrupted the balance that was set in place centuries ago. My mother was supposed to take over after my grandmother as the guardian of the tomb but she ran away in the middle of the night, never to be seen again."

"The tomb? What tomb? Is my husband inside it? Where is it located?" Kassie asked, desperate to get some answers. 

Natalya chuckled. "You're desperate to find him, aren't you?" 

"Yes, I am. I've been searching for over 900 years. Please."

The witch sat down again, playing with her necklace which glimmered blue. "I grew up listening to my mother tell me stories about our coven, how our bloodline's fate was entangled with that of an old, powerful vampire. It is a shameful past, one my coven hid from the world. 

In the 1400s, my ancestor, Talia, fell in love with a vampire. Despite her coven's warnings, she continued her relationship with him. One day, he killed her. Why? Nobody knows. Anyhow, this sent my coven into a fury; they found him, desiccated him, and entombed him deep in the caves of Siberia. Talia's bloodline was cursed, and her descendants were forced to guard the tomb. With my mother leaving and after my grandmother's death, the tomb was left unguarded."

Kassie took all of this information with mixed feelings. The story didn't match what Marcel told her, and she wondered why. The knowledge that her husband was (unknowingly) unfaithful to her broke her heart a little bit. The fact that he had been entombed for centuries also hurt her. Not only was he not by her side, but he was stuck in time, unable to experience the ever-changing world. 

Kassie nodded. "What of my husband now? Do you think he escaped?"

"I don't think it. I know it." 

"How?"

"My mother could feel my grandmother passing. She could feel her spirit leaving her body and passing on to the Other Side. My mother was supposed to be there in those crucial moments, to make sure the tomb would stay closed. But she wasn't." 

"Where is your mother now?" Kassie asked. 

"Dead." She answered matter-of-factly. 

Natalya stood up and started picking up the leftover grimoires. Kassie continued looking around the small room. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the scent of burnt sage was in the air, but something else caught her attention—a wooden box on the table in front of her. Kassie picked it up and realized it was filled with dry soil.

"Did your mother ever tell you anything about my husband? Does she have any idea where he could be?" She asked as she put the box down. 

Natalya continued rearranging the grimoires back onto the shelves. She smiled to herself. "He was tall and handsome. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes and the cutest little dimple when he smiled." Her voice was nostalgic, almost like she was recollecting an old memory. 

Kassie's brows furrowed. "How would your mother know any of this? He's been desiccated for centuries."

Natalya finally turned around, and in her hand was a folded piece of paper. She took a lighter from her pocket and lit the paper. Kassie's alarms started ringing. 

"Don't worry, just sending a message."

"To whom?" Kassie asked as she slowly got up. 

Natalya stared her straight in the eye as the paper was completely engulfed by flames. "Your mother."

Kassie's eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the mention of her mother. "What!?"

"How do you think I knew you would come to me? I knew you would be dumb enough to come here all by yourself. I knew how desperate you were for any sort of sign or clue. Stupid little girl." She spat, her voice full of venom. 

Kassie backed away. "What are you talking about? How do you know my mother?"

"Your mother is an infamous figure on the Other Side. There isn't a witch dead it alive who doesn't know the Original witch. I know she's looking for her children, so I made a deal with her - I turn you over to her, and I get what I've always wanted. " 

Kassie's brain was churning, what was this woman on about? "What was your mother's name again?"

"Talya." The witch said. 

"Talya, Natalya, Talia...Oh my god-" Realization hit Kassie like a truck: she was not talking to Natalya or her mother, she was talking to the witch that slept with her husband 500 years ago. 

"Took you long enough to realize." The witch mocked as she picked up the wooden box and started sifting the soil through her fingers. 

Kassie ran to the hallway but an invisible forcefield kept her in. "Seriously!?"

Natalya started throwing the soil around the room, muttering under her breath. 

"You didn't think I would actually help you? Why would he ever want you back? You abandoned him, left him to fend for himself. You've no idea just how lost he was. He was so lonely, so depraved of any love and affection. I could tell his heart was set on someone already since he wasn't reciprocating my love.

I asked who was it that held his heart but he couldn't tell me. I wanted to know who was it that had him so whipped he would be able to resist me. I probed into his mind from time to time and I could tell there was a fog in it, something was hiding behind it. I dug deeper and deeper each night until I saw a face pop up in his dreams - your face!

I asked him who was she but he didn't know. He couldn't remember, no matter how hard he tried. All he knew was that there was emptiness in his heart and he didn't know why. He was broken and I was so close to fixing him until he realized what I was doing. He ripped my throat out when he found out. I've been set on destroying both of you ever since!"

This lady is crazy, Kassie thought. She must have been possessing her descendants for some time, which meant she practiced ancestral magic. The soil in the box must be the soil from the graves of her past bodies. She needed to destroy it somehow. 

"What are you on about? I never abandoned him. He was taken from me! By no more or less than my crazy brother! And why were you so hell-bent on him loving you? You're a witch. Shouldn't you be against vampires?" Kassie asked as they circled each other. 

"I think we're done with the chit-chat," Natalya said and raised her hands, hitting Kassie with another head-splitting magical migraine. The Original collapsed to her knees, the pain blinding her. The witch took this opportunity and poured vervain on Kassie, making her scream in agony. 

She quickly rose and sprinted backward, her back hitting the invisible barrier. She took erratic, shallow breaths as her skin healed. "You little bitch!" She was cornered, with no way to escape. Her only chance was to kill the witch and hope the spell would lift. 

~

Elijah rode past every single red light, breaking at least half a dozen laws by now. He phoned a couple of people, blackmailed a couple more, and finally got Kassie's location - Richmond. 

The sun had already set when he arrived at the apothecary where, from what he's been told, Kassie was being held. He didn't know who was keeping his sister hostage, but whoever they were, they wouldn't be alive for much longer. 

The blinds were shut and the door locked. Oh well, he thought, looking around to see if anyone was around - with experienced precision, he easily pushed the door, breaking it off its hinges. The front of the shop was dilapidated and the distinct, bitter smell of vervain filled his nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose in discomfort.

Using his supernatural hearing, he detected his sister's voice coming from beneath him. They must have her in the basement; with urgency, he followed the voices. 

"NO! NO! NO!" A woman's voice screamed in agony. 

He sprinted down the stairs, heading for the open door but was stopped by a magical wall. He looked up and was met with a most curious sight - Kassandra holding a middle-aged woman in a chokehold.

Before he could say anything, Kassie plunged her fangs into the woman's neck. 

Blood coated her tongue, a moan of pleasure and anger escaping her throat. She wanted nothing more than to suck the witch dry, prolong her suffering. Now was not the time for that, she thought and unlatched herself from the woman's neck, blood pouring down her chin and neck. She kicked the witch to her knees, grabbed her jaw and neck with both her hands, and popped her head off. 

Sighing, she looked up, only to lock eyes with Elijah. 

"Brother." She addressed him unnervingly calmly. 

"Kassandra...What happened here, if I may ask?"

Instead of answering she walked over the body, grabbed the oil lamp from the ceiling, and smashed it; a small fire started burning. 

"All in due time, brother. We need to get out of here. She was in cahoots with Mother."

He furrowed his brows. While he was processing what she said, Kassie was quick to find a half-full bottle of whiskey. "You have a lighter?" She asked calmly and started pouring the alcohol all over the place.

"Kassandra-"

"Do you?" She cut him off, her voice rising. 

"Are you alright, doll?"

She looked up at him, her face covered in blood, her eyes wide and glassy. "Me? I'm fine. What are you talking about?" 

It was obvious she wasn't but he was not about to argue with her. He rummaged through his pocket for a second, pulled out a lighter and handed it to her. 

She took it and crouched down picking something up from the floor - a daylight ring. 

"I can't believe it..."

"What?"

"They took off his daylight ring..." She flipped on the lighter and threw it to the ground. She watched as the fire quickly spread and engulfed Talya's body. "Bitch."

With that, she turned to Elijah, taking the handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping her face as she walked away.

Elijah wasn't sure if he was terrified or impressed.

~

Hey guys, it's been a long time.

This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for months now. A lot has been going on in my life and I haven't had the mental strength or the patience to write. For weeks I would write little by little, but could never finish the chapter.

I'm not happy with the last part of the chapter but it has almost 4k words and honestly, I don't care at this point lol

I wanted to describe Kassie's fight with the witch but at one point I just gave up and turned the POV to Elijah. 

Also, I suppose that when Kassie was hit with that spell Rebekah was sleeping with Sage and Damon lol so she wouldn't have felt it 

As always tell me your thoughts and opinions. Thank you for being so patient with me and for reading and supporting me! 

XOXO

Bonus (tw blood)

Kassandra 'NO I'M NOT UNHINGED WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT' Mikaelson

Taglist: @ashaluuler

[mikaelsonincorrectquotes]

Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Damon: Oh really? *Stands up,* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Kai: *raises hand*

Katherine: *raises hand*

Klaus: *raises hand*

Elena: *raises hand*

Damon, side eyeing violently: Elena Gilbert, what was that?

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Tora Mikaelson; The lives and deaths

Summery: The lives of a Mikaelson are never easy. And the deaths tend to be just as harsh.

Word Count: 3101

Rating: General/Teen [Canon typical Violence and All]

A/N: I said I was gonna post this. This can absolutely be read as a One shot so, no cliffhanger.

If you can't tell, I have a fondness for Mikaelson characters because its fun and more history is developed for them. The next one won't be a Mikaelson,though, promise.

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Tora and Elijah were found, more often then not, attached at the hip. Both annoyingly quite and quick from the moment the pair could move. Equally determined and helpful as they learned and grew. Both did their best to get Finn to join them. He rarely did. Their parents certainly didn't. They all but ignored them outside of necessity.

They did succeed at times to get small smiles and playful moments from their older brother. But as he hit around ten, he could barely look at Tora. She never knew what she did. It was her mother who explained.

"You look so much like your sister. Your hair and such, my sweet girl." She offered once, brushing hair from her face. "Finn misses your sister as much as we do." She said. "Don't take it personally. He cares for you just as much." It was after that that the girl tried to cut her hair. It was getting her too many comparisons to her dead sister. Even Mikael seemed to look at her with sorrow at times as she grew. Elijah was, as usual, the one to stop her. Worried about Mikaels reaction. He was not the calmest man at the best of times, and the action may not bring his best side out.

When Klaus was born, their father seemed hopeful, almost kind for a few years. Until he attempted to teach the boy to fight and hunt, then he immediately seemed to take a dislike to a child. Elijah and Tora began helping their little brother learn more. Tora with swords and Elijah with the hunting, each taking their own strengths. Not that any of the other men in the family liked to admit Tora was easily the best of the siblings with a blade.

Mikael doubled down on refusing to allow Rebekah to learn with comments on Toras 'misuse' of her skill. [Read; using her ability to fight to flirt with the neighbours.] Which she denied being the reason she fought with those from the neighbouring village, she simply enjoyed the challenge of fighting someone other than family, and the werewolves were more of a challenge.

She started to learn magic, learning early on she wasn't very strong. When she mentioned 'borrowing' magic from nature being tiring both her younger brother, Kol, and mother looked confused so she decidedly didn't mentioned it again and stuck to incredibly minimal magic, learning theory without fully taking to the practical.

At age 21, when Klaus turned 16, Tora and Mikaels generally calm father-daughter relationship became strained fast as she quickly took to challenge his reasons to hurt her brother and all but threw herself forward protecting her brother from his whip or blade when she could. He tended to pull back more when she, over Elijah, stepped in. He was always harsher on the brothers.

She began courting one of the werewolves, one of their neighbours, and eventually married him after they turned 26, after a year of courting. She was still often found around her family. Her husband, at times, joined them happily, slipping in to help with chores. And she would return the favour with his parents. Both more friends than anything but, with expectations, decided marrying was easier.

One of the days, they returned home to their father having Klaus with a sword to his throat, and she moved thoughtlessly grabbing the fallen sword and moving it to rest at her Father's throat. "Step Away from my brother." She said, anger shaking her voice at seeing her younger brother so close to tears and her father. Mikael seemed so angry and determined. She didn't trust him not to kill him in that moment.

Mikael carefully turned to look at her despite the blade at his throat. "You want to challenge me, my darling daughter?"

"I will do anything to get you away from him."

Mikael shifted from the blade standing once more, Tora kept her blade on him as she held out a hand to help Klaus up. Klaus hesitated, then took it, and Elijah pulled their brother to him just in time for Tora to block Mikael's harsh swing. She pushed his blade back, lashing back out at him not missing a beat in the mans challenge, silent in her moves, unlike Elijah, who was quick to quip during their fights.

"You coddle the boy like the child you could never have." Mikael snapped as he swung she looked at him in betrayal at the comment against her before she moved cutting his belt from his waist, and his anger seemed to double. "And you teach him your stupid little tricks." He snapped arms moving wide a moment as he looked at the belt and missed her move, slamming the handle of the sword into his wrist, throwing the sword from it. His eyes fell to his blade in surprise.

"Distractions. Father." She said, kicking his legs from under him, sword aimed at his throat. "They help you win against those who think themselves better than you." She said calmly. "You taught me that."

"You wouldn't kill me. You don't have the nerve. You're not a true warrior."

"How sure are you?" She asked as the tip of her blade pressed close.

"Tora!" Esther yelled in disbelief, but the word didn't register as the fighters were locked on each others stares.

"Sister... Step away." Elijahs voice came, calmer, and she turned quickly to her siblings, seeing fear and worry on their faces. She slowly lowered her blade. Mikael didn't spare a moment as he stood once more and slapped the woman hard enough to send her to the ground, and she stayed where she was, eyes on the floor as Mikael spoke.

"You're a good fighter. But if you Ever do that again. I will not go easy on you, you ungrateful -."

"Mikael. That's enough." Esther spoke, and the man backed away and turned to walk past his wife. Elijah was quickly at Tora's side.

"You have to stop picking fights with him." He said, and she gave wet laugh looking at him, face red and lips split.

"It's fine. I'll be okay. Better me than any of you."

Elijah frowned. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."

She did end up stepping into another fight with him, as much for training as anything else, but even so, as he said previously, he never held back. And while she gave as good as she got, she was still hesitant to draw blood.

Mikael had no such worry.

She had scattered cuts on her skin and tears in her dress, nowhere overly indecent. He went for a blow that could have all but killed her, seeming to have forgotten who he was fighting as she pulled away the blade caught over her face, slicing deep across her cheek and to her nose, barely missing her eyes. She cried out in pain dropping back.

Mikael seemed to snap from his anger, looking wide-eyed even dropping his sword as he came towards her, but she immediately backed away from him. The blood coated half her face, but it was the genuine Fear in her eyes that made him stop. She had been the last of his children that had never looked at him like that. Anger? Yes. But never fear, even during yelling and beatings, she never showed such obvious Fear.

"Elijah! Come help your sister to Ayana." He called making his voice even. Elijah, who had been doing chores, helping their parents and not being aware of what happened immediately ran to them at the call of his name and paused in horror.

"What happened?" He asked, rushing to her side.

"She learned what a real fight is like." Mikael said flatly as Tora clung to her brother as he helped her up barely, holding back at yelling at his father and simply helped his sister to Ayana so she could have her wounds seen to.

Her wounds were cleaned, an ointment was applied over them, and those that could be were wrapped in cloth. The witch allowed them a moment, and Tora all but fell into her brothers arms as tears finally poured from her glistening eyes. "He could have blinded me." She murmured. "What did we do? Why does he hate us?"

"Nothing. We did nothing." He said, running a hand through her hair. "You must be careful though, Tora. Father is... a ruthless man. We all ready knew this."

"But Elijah..."

"Be careful. He has obviously lost his hesitance with you."

"Perhaps I no longer remind him of Her." Elijah didn't respond simply holding her as she slowly relaxed.

"Let's return you home. Your husband will be worried." He said.

She sighed but nodded, pulling from the embrace. "How do I look?"

"As if you went against an army thinking you could win."

She gave a soft laugh. "Well... That's how I feel so. Fair enough."

"You're fine, sister. You're simply in need of time and rest." He said simply. "Ayana's work never fails."

She smiled slightly and winced as it pulled at the still red wound slitting it slightly once more, a small line of blood slipping from it. "Okay, home. Let's hope my husband isn't too mad that I got into a fight again."

"You're always in fights." Elijah said simply as they headed out both thanking Ayana again as they moved past her as they left, and she simply waved them off.

It was a while later when their youngest brother, Henrik, died. The next night, she stayed with her family to grieve the boy. Mikael gave them wine.

Then he killed them all. Driving a sword through their chest and forced them to drink blood.

And that was the beginning of something completely new for their family. The last night as humans. Their life dragged from them against their will, without even the illusion of choice, just simple determination and force from their father.

The first thing she noticed was the feeling of power. Of magic. Suddenly understanding why Kol and Esther were so confused at her statements when they were younger. If this was how they'd felt, the idea of drawing from the earth or others would seem... unnecessary and confusing. Then, the weaknesses of what they had begun seemed to kick in.

The sun trapped the siblings in doors for weeks before their mother figured out how to combat it. Rings. They all had one lapis lazuli in a simple gold signet type ring.

When she tried to see her husband, he simply refused to let her in, and she couldn't enter.

The others seemed to take the lead, realising that the houses 'protected' them. Not that they were dangerous. Or she didn't think so. Not until they were.

The need for blood overwhelmed them all one by one. Rebekah was the first to give in. Kol was a quick second. The eldest three held off better. Klaus, though, when he gave in. Killed eight men and found himself turning to a beast.

Revealing an affair of their mother many years before. It sent Mikael into a rage. Forcing Esther to bind their brother's wolf side. And she shunned him.

But it wasn't enough for Mikael. He took out the pack, killing almost all of them.

Despite the abandonment, Tora cried when she found her partner in the bodies of those he slayed. Their father then one upped his betrayal by killing Esther.

The majority of their village had already fled when Tora returned, joining Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah, burying their mother and swearing an oath. From their mother and now theirs. One that will continue to follow them.

Always and Forever.

Mikael came back. Intent on killing Niklaus and seemingly whoever was in his way. So they ran.

~

It took them a year to get away from his searching. All of them, together. They ended up in southern france.

On one of their feeds, they'd took out a carriage, a man not much different in age then themselves survived. And amusingly convinced them to spare him. Despite the technical draw of the vote. It was decided Elijahs and Tora's vote was classed as one long before they became creatures of the night and blood.

So, they adorned the clothes of the nobleman and women, and Lucien guided them into the castle, giving them reason and, in Klaus's case? Friendship.

Tora kept quite, and to one side, most of her hobbies and pass times had been taken as too 'masculine' for her, and as much as she despised that, she understood to not comment in public.

Elijah allowed her to drag him back outside, going over sports and games together in the evening when others were avoiding the area.

Though over the year, Tristan came to find out and was rather unimpressed at the idea of a 'lady' having such skills.

"Is a lady not allowed to protect herself, Lord Tristan."

"A Lady should have a lord around to do so, Lady Tora."

"More of my siblings are younger than me than older. I will not have them protecting me. I am older. I can help protect them."

"Is that how you got that horrendous scar? Believeing that You can protect them." She immediately straightened any humour immediately disappearing at the reminder of the mark. "It's unfortunate, you'd be so pretty without it. It's likely what stops you marrying."

"I was married. He's dead." She said calmly. "And you do Not get to claim anything about me until you are able to best me in battle yourself. My lord." She said with a mock bow and sarcasm dripping from the title. Elijah closed his eyes with a silent sigh as Tristan was glaring at her. She smiled sweetly at him. "I believe I'll take my leave, brother. Goodnight, Elijah."

"Goodnight." He said easily and watched Tristan, who watched her leave, but when the man coughed lightly. "Lord Tristan. Please, do not attempt to follow her. Allow her to calm. It wasn't long before we joined you that she lost him. She can be... short at times as he is brought up."

"I noticed." He said calmly. "Perhaps you should remind her of her manners." Tristan told him. "A pretty face is negated by ugly words."

"You just told her she Wasn't pretty." Elijah said flatly.

"My apologies, are you so worried about your little sister?"

"We were both born together. Twins."

"And I assume you were born first."

"Mother told us I came second. Despite me being the one that was expected."

"Well, of course they expected a boy. They're stronger and will continue the line." Elijah barely held back a look of distaste and simply gave the man a plastic smile.

~

They found out their blood was able to heal and turned others to be like themselves due to Lucien.

The poor man had been tortured, healed, and killed all in the same day. He then turned. Feeding on a family in the castle.

Aurora wasn't far behind him. Although she took her life and change into her own hands. Between the new two, Kol and Klaus's blood lusts, word spread of them and Father was coming. So, they ran.

They ended up in a lovely place in Italy and settled their for about a hundred years. Only for it to end as Rebekah fell for a man who was part of a group of hunters that wished to kill them. But the siblings didn't seem to believe the man knew they were also those that the five wished dead.

But they did. And they found this out with a silver dagger to the heart. It didn't work on Klaus, luckily enough. Though, it also gave Klaus the exact weapon he began to use against them. Finn was never woken from his magical sleep.

Tora was unsure how to take it. She and Finn never truly got close due to her being too much of a reminder of their eldest sister. But she didn't fully believe he deserved to have his life taken from him.

They never got to stay anywhere else as long for another 600 years when they found themself in a french colony, New Orleans, in 1713.

She watched as Elijah fell for a woman happy once more. Rebekah became fond of a man herself, but Klaus, as usual, ended up killing the man. He was the son of the man who was currently hosting them, so they ended up joining the funeral party, which was where Klaus met Marcellus. Then they all but took the child in giving the family a new member.

Rebekah and Marcel fell in love after the boy grew up. And, in response, Klaus daggered Rebekah. For 52 years. After giving Marcel the option of turning or undagger her.

In 1919, after all the happiness, them all finally happy. Rebekah and Marcel together. Klaus was happy and comfortable. Elijah was even relaxed. He and Tora were both simply taking joy in seeing their younger siblings happy.

Then Mikael appeared and he began to burn it down around them.

As Elijah got Rebekah and Klaus from the theatre, Tora held back, fighting off their father. Hoping to get Marcel from where he'd been tied.

"You do Not wish to fight me, daughter."

"I just want my friend back, father." She said. "Just let me take him and leave?" She all but plead. "Father, please."

"No." He said simply and stepped towards Marcel to feed from him. Tora threw herself forward as Marcel cried out in pain.

"Leave him be." She growled out, throwing him away from them. He dropped his stake, and they moved in time they grabbed it in time, and the wood split in half, and the half in Mikaels hand drove through her chest.

"Father..." She breathed out as tears fell in pain.

Mikael seemed upset himself. She heard Elijah call her name, just as the stake drove itself her heart. Fire burst around the stake, and the scream dragged itself from her throat.

Both Mikael and Elijah watched. Mikael; in sadness, that became blank, and Elijah in sorrow almost feeling the flames himself as his twin died. His eyes locked on Mikael as the man took the last of the stake from his dead childs hand before it could burn and he looked to his son whose eyes filled with a strength of hatred he hadn't seen. Even protecting their brother.

He was on his feet and headed towards Elijah, and his son ran.

Mikael followed.

[wholoveseggs]

Could you do blood sharing smut with one of the Mikaelsons? or even a headcanons or one shots on how they would each react to you asking them about it?

~✦~ Biting the Mikaelsons ~✦~

Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah ♡♡♡ and hating on finn at the end

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Just some headcanons on what I think bloodsharing would be like with the Mikaelson men.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon, love doing headcanons like this ♡♡

1.8k words - Warnings: descriptions of sex, bloodsharing & dirty phrases.

Klaus

~Hybrids first!~

❥ Blood sharing is an incredibly intimate act so if you asked Klaus it would feel like a declaration of love to him.

❥ He's overjoyed that you trust him that much to take care of you and give you pleasure in your vulnerable state and will give you anything you need. He always bites you first so that when he pulls away you're already squirming and all worked up for him.

❥ A bit sadistic by nature, but with you he's as slow and deliberate as possible to savor the act and every moment of you in his arms, tasting your blood and giving you yours in return is just pure euphoria.

❥ He would bite you on your neck or maybe your shoulders just to make you shudder, hold you so close to his body that there wasn't a space in between you and while you drink he'll have you close your eyes so the sensations feel heightened.

❥ He likes you pressed tightly against him, close enough for him to taste and feel everything he's feeling through your bond, running his fangs slowly so that your bite lasts for a long time and when you drink his blood he's watching your face, savoring the feeling.

❥ He would have you sitting in his lap with no clothes, all pretty and flushed, he would get you all worked up before letting you have a taste. He wants you to associate the taste of his blood with sex and pleasure so that you'll crave it whenever you're together.

❥ But naturally, it's Klaus, he will get a little rough with you after, the passion and intensity increased because of the blood. He bites your neck hard while thrusting, making sure that you're connected in everyway possible. He still takes care of you but he also wants to savor this more than he already has.

❥ Definitely bites more than once. He will find excuses to do it, all over your body until you're an exhausted and droopy mess, letting out sweet little moans of satisfaction.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Oh darling,' pulling your hair away so he can see the bites on your skin, 'you were hungry for it weren't you?'

--- 'Even better than I thought, did I not have a claim on you enough?'

❥ He's not going to apologize for drawing out the fact that he's now basically making you drunk on pleasure. If anything, he'll tease you for getting so riled up from a simple bite.

--- 'Tsk tsk, and you wanted my blood? Beg for it now.'

--- 'Naughty girl, a little taste of me and you let me taste the parts of you only I get to see.'

--- 'My name tastes so good coming from those lips, doesn't it dear? Say it again.'

--- 'Better?' Nuzzling his face into your shoulder, 'Is that what you needed? Don't ever be afraid to ask me.'

❥ When you are both satisfied he will carry you to the shower, anywhere where you two can clean up, undisturbed. He's a complete softy when it comes to you in these moments, it's such a rare opportunity to see his vulnerable side.

❥ But, once you share this intimate act with him, he will consider you his. Marking you not just with the bite on your skin, but in his mind and in yours. 

Kol

~High risk of death with this one!~

❥ Drunk. This man. Is. DRUNK on pleasure. Sex and blood sharing? Such a godlike combo, you've created a monster (but really Kol's a monster already. You've just unleashed the beast.)

❥ Wants it often, though doesn't pressure you at all about it. The thirst for it is always there, in the back of his mind and during your more intense sex it's all he can think of.

❥ When you asked him about it he rushed you to his bed without a second thought. Kisses and bites at all points, not even sure where he wanted to bite you the most and didn't care at the moment.

❥ He thinks this is the perfect way for you to realize how sexy you are, if the way he stares at you is anything to go by he already knows it. Wants to savor your taste, how beautiful you look, everything.

❥ He likes giving the first bite right at your thighs so it sends sparks everywhere, he goes absolutely feral between your legs. Easily makes you into a trembling mess underneath him while licking you clean and then biting you again at your thigh.

❥ It's very intimate for him, but in a wilder, more passionate way. He's slow in his movements, likes to have both hands on your thighs while tasting your blood, his mouth sucking at the skin, giving you the utmost pleasure as your life essence pours over his tongue.

❥ When you drink his blood he comes fast. You can do whatever you want with him in that moment and he won't complain. But, he always wants the last bite.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Have I made you a bloodthirsty little minx? As much as I encourage your requests, darling, it's a bit of a torture to have those lips on my neck and not on my cock,'

--- 'Fucking delicious, you are,' as he gently nibbles, 'taste even better than I thought...'

--- 'Well, if I get to see this side of you, I'll offer you my blood anytime, love.'

--- Laughing, nuzzling his face into you he'll smile, 'better than I imagined, sweetheart, and all because of my pretty little pet.'

❥ Afterwards, he likes to play with you, knowing you're vulnerable as he laps at your thighs, or even fingering you. He'll let you mark him up in return if he's in the mood for it (which he often is) and enjoys snuggling into you and kissing you, tasting you on his tongue for a while.

❥ When you're both calmed down he will want to hold you close. Run his fingers through your hair and watch you with an awed expression for a bit. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, on top of being his girlfriend, willing to share such a personal part of you with him, he's not going to take it for granted, swearing to prove to you how much it means to him to have your trust.

Marcel ~Don't let Rebekah catch you!~

~Couldn't find any gifs of him drinking blood :( ~

❥ When you tell him he's eyes widened and you heard his breath hitch before he takes you into his arms and smothers your face with kisses while lifting you up, just excited to be able to be as close to you as possible.

❥ He's playful with you, laughs and bites down gently all over your skin, little pecks before another nip of his teeth, never sinking in to deeply or in the wrong way, he's experienced, so he never has to worry about how deep he's going. His favorite bite spot is your breasts but he will tease and place playful bites over the rest of your body as well.

❥ After a few bites he'll end it by making your orgasm together and he'll moan your name. He's not much for talk but he's super sweet to you after. Let's you do the biting or the drinking as much as you like before cuddling into him and when you finish, he smiles, running his hand through your hair.

~He will say things like~

--- 'You know, you'll never get rid of me now right?'

--- 'Relax baby, I got you'

--- 'Love that sweetness in your voice,' tugging you down, "You want more?'

--- 'That's right sweet girl, don't you know what you've gotten yourself into?'

❥ When he's done, he will lick your body and wounds, healing them with his blood if necessary and lay you down while covering your face and lips in kisses, letting your suck the remaining blood from his lips while slowly fucking you.

Elijah

~Saving the best for last~

❥ When you tell him that you want him to drink your blood during sex it shocks him but before you can even open your mouth and explain he just picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, kissing you gently and asking where you want him to bite you.

❥ Very delicate, pristine, he will have you under him, safe in his bed with him holding you against his chest, biting his own wrist first and then yours. For him, drinking is different, the intimacy increases as he stares into your eyes as he takes your blood for the first time. It's deeply romantic for him, he'll keep you close to his heart while doing so, telling you how good you are and how much he loves you.

❥ He's hesitant, he doesn't want to hurt you in any way so he asks a dozen times to make sure it's okay. He's so gentle when he drinks, he strokes your hair and then your face, watching to see what you're feeling and reacting to it, but then he starts to drink more and when he is tasting the very essence of you he groans against your neck, overwhelmed by the sight of you underneath him and by the taste of your blood on his tongue. He is sure you're too beautiful to actually be his.

❥ His favorite thing is to have you climax the same time he drinks, so he can taste your lust and your blood on his tongue and it has the added effect of you clinging on to him, shaking and squeezing around him, while feeding him, opening yourself up to him.

❥ When you bite him he has a little quirk. He will have a light chuckle that grows a bit as the pleasure courses through him, holding you tight against him as he feels your mouth on him. You're sweet, wonderful and a pleasurable little dove to him and the chuckle melts to a groan.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Are you sure, my love? This is a...intimate act, something I've craved from you, for us to feel connected as one,'

--- 'That's it,' pulling you closer to him, feeling your heartbeat, 'take what you need,'

--- 'I love you,' He takes your hand and kisses your palm tenderly, 'Are you sure this is what you want?'

--- 'Good girl, sweet girl, that's it, yes. Let me feel you give in to it.'

--- 'Can you feel my blood in your veins? How connected we are?'

❥ He will run his tongue all along your neck and the parts he's bitten making sure there's no mess and that you are okay. Has an affectionate way of sitting you up and stroking your back as he does so, kissing your shoulder in-between murmurs of praise, how good you were and how it's important for you to be comfortable during and after.

❥ He will clean you up and heal you afterwards and wrap his arms around your body while whispering adoring words into your ear, kisses trailing over your face and your neck. He will whisper 'Thank you' in the softest voice that causes you to wrap your arms around him, feeling safe and loved as you thank him back.

Finn

~Born a hater, die a hater~

When you ask him to bloodshare, he goes still. Blinking at you once then twice, but stays silent, denying your request.

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[noobiestnoober]

A Deal with the Devil (Klaus X Reader)

Klaus saves you from a vampire attack—but at a price. “A debt must be repaid, love,” he purrs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “And I intend to collect.”

SMUT WARNING. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

The moon hung low over the vibrant streets of New Orleans, casting an ethereal glow on the cobblestone paths. Shadows danced in the corners, and the voice of jazz trailed through the air, masking the dread that churned in your stomach. Heart racing and breaths shallow, you sprinted through the narrow alleys, desperate to escape the ominous figure chasing you—the vampire who sought to claim you as his next victim.

You rounded a corner, panic surging through your veins, but just as the cold breath of your pursuer caught up, a familiar silhouette emerged from the gloom: Klaus Mikaelson, his presence a confusing mix of safety and danger.

“You’ve always had a flair for dramatic exits, haven’t you?” he teased, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he assessed the situation, muscles tensed and eyes focused.

Before you could respond, the vampire lunged at you. Instinctively, you braced for impact, but Klaus was faster. He stepped in front of you, a feral growl emanating from his throat. With a swift motion, he took hold of the vampire, his hands wrapping around its neck with an iron grip.

“Do you even know who you’re dealing with?” Klaus’s voice was a mix of playful banter and deadly seriousness as he threw the opponent against the alley wall. The sound echoed in the still night air.

You watched, heart pounding, as Klaus unleashed his supernatural strength. The vampire, now scrabbling for breath, retaliated, but Klaus easily countered, slamming his fist into the creature's jaw. Blood sprayed against the cobblestones, painting the night in darker shades.

“Stay away from her!” Klaus roared, electricity crackling around him, and you felt entranced by the raw power he exhibited.

In one final, fluid motion, Klaus drove his stake through the vampire’s heart. The assailant crumbled to the ground, lifeless, leaving you with an unsettling awe of the man who had saved you.

Klaus turned to you, his gaze softening yet still smoldering with intensity. “Let’s not make this an early night,” he said, stepping closer, an overwhelming sense of both danger and allure filling the air between you.

“Running will only tire you out, love. Let me protect you… for a price.”

His words hung heavy between you, and your breath hitched as memories of your complicated past surfaced. He had once sought to turn you into one of his hybrids; his interest in you was never just about survival.

“I owe you nothing,” you shot back, grounding yourself in your defiance, although your heart raced at the sight of him.

“And yet, here we are,” he retorted, his voice low and alluring. “You may have escaped before, but now? Now I find myself in a position of power. You’re mine to save, and I fully intend to collect what’s owed.”

Klaus reached for you, cupping your face with his hand, his thumb brushing softly along your cheek. He ignited flames within you, sparking desires previously buried.

“I’m not a prize for you to claim, Klaus,” you murmured defiantly, yet your body betrayed you, hunger clawing at your insides.

“Are you certain about that?” He leaned in, lips tantalizingly close, his breath warm against your skin. “The wolf lurking inside you only adds to your allure. Let me remind you what it feels like to be truly alive…”

As his lips captured yours, the kiss was intoxicating and engulfing. It exploded into something primal, fueled by fear and desire, sending you tumbling into a whirlwind of passion.

“Tonight must have its price,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with lust.

“What will this cost me?” you breathed as the kiss broke, your body thrumming with anticipation.

“Survival has its price,” Klaus replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I assure you, what I offer is far more valuable than mere survival; it is a taste of your very essence.”

Your instincts screamed at you to resist, but he ignited something dark within you. You leaned in, surrendering to the chaotic thrill that coursed through your veins. The alley around you seemed to vanish, the world narrowing to just the two of you, caught in a dangerous dance.

In a moment of reckless abandon, Klaus pressed you against the cool, damp wall of the alley. Your heart raced as he pinned you there, and you felt a delicious shiver snake down your spine. His lips traveled from yours, along your jawline, lingering at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Klaus!” you gasped, parting your lips to let another moan slip out. The sound mingled with the distant echo of music from the street, creating an intoxicating harmony.

He met your gaze, eyes dark with need. “You wanted me to remind you what it feels like to be alive, didn’t you?” he teased, lowering his lips to your collarbone, kissing and biting as desire pooled within you.

“Yes! I-I need you,” you whimpered, the desperation and wanting electrifying the air around you.

“Then allow me,” he growled, kissing down your chest, hands pushing your clothing aside to explore your skin. His fingers danced over your body, teasingly grazing your sides before settling on the curve of your waist. The touch sent shocks of pleasure radiating through your body.

With expert precision, Klaus took you, guiding every movement, driving you to the edge of ecstasy amidst the shadows. You lost yourself in him, every thrust carving out the remnants of fear and leaving only pleasure in its wake. The gritty alley became your private world, echoing with breathless gasps and passionate cries.

“Tell me you want this,” Klaus commanded, his voice both a plea and a demand.

“Y-yes! I want you,” you cried out, thrusts deepening as he claimed you, the two of you lost in primal rhythm that spoke of both conflict and desire.

Klaus's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer as he thrust into you with a pleasurable intensity that made your head spin. You could feel every inch of him, every thrust igniting a fire deep inside. He took you hard against the wall, the rough surface scraping your back delightfully, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“More,” you begged, feeling desperate and wild. Every moment shared between you felt forbidden; the thrill of it combined with the loss of control sent you spiraling faster toward your peak.

His lips were on yours again, a hungry, demanding kiss that left no doubt of his intentions. “You want to be mine, don’t you?” he murmured, and the question enveloped you as he kissed his way down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Yes! Forever,” you moaned, feeling the heat coil tighter within you as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting feverishly. The alley’s air was thick with the sounds of your bodies colliding, skin against skin, and the mingling of your breaths.

Klaus's rhythm intensified, each thrust plunging deeper, igniting sparks of pleasure that shot through your core. You could feel yourself unraveling, teetering on the edge, each wave crashing over you more powerful than the last.

“Let go for me, love,” he urged, his voice a low growl that reverberated through you.

With one final thrust, your entire body erupted with pleasure. You cried out, waves of ecstasy crashing over you, the world fading away as you surrendered completely to the moment. He followed you into bliss, his body shuddering against yours, the two of you caught in a crescendo of passion that reverberated through the dark alley.

As you both slowly came down from the high, you rested against him, breathless and exhilarated. The night deepened, and shadows loomed large. You were no longer just a wolf in hiding; you were entangled in Klaus's world—a place where thrill and chaos reigned supreme.

As you gathered your bearings, Klaus pulled away slightly, cupping your face with a smirk. “Now, was that so painful?”

You chuckled, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration radiating from your core. “You certainly have a way of collecting your debts,” you replied, a playful glint in your eye.

Klaus leaned in, brushing his lips against yours softly this time, a promise lingering in the air between you. “This is just the beginning, love. I think we have many more debts to settle.”

Thank you for reading ❤️. Check out my other stories here >>>> Master List

[bajablastlover1]

me after i remember i can’t marry my fictional crush bc they don’t exist

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hi hi!

If your last post (Klaus!alpha) I lovedddd!!

I noticed you mentioned omegas stealing alphas

Would you consider doing a story where Klaus is with an omega (maybe tatia or caroline) but he finds reader and realises she’s not just an omega but his mate and his wolf gets desperate to knot her instead?

No Lies can Keep me Away -Alpha!Klaus

(I will absolutely write that! I love this request so much, however I’m not okay with cheating so Klaus will Not be cheating but he will be ‘leaving’ Caroline for his Omega)

Warning: Mentions of SA while too drunk to consent

They were not together.

Klaus had made that clear to Caroline about 1,000 times. He was an Alpha and he wanted his own Omega, the one that was made just for him. Until then however, Caroline was a fun distraction. Klaus hated being alone, other than when he was painting, and so she was perfect since she was always happy to spend time with him. That is all they were, friends with some benefits.

Klaus had never really considered how far Caroline would go to “keep him” but when he did she was lucky he was too busy to kill her.

Klaus didn’t have many friends, his group was small and just made up of his brother and Caroline’s friends. Elijah was mated to Katherine who was Caroline’s best friend then there was Bonnie and Y/n. Y/n and Caroline were both Omegas and only friends because of Bonnie and Katherine, Omegas almost always hate each other and it was very clear that Caroline was the “dominant” so to speak. Y/n was quiet and always deferred to her friends, following along with what they did even if she didn’t want to. Klaus often felt bad for her, she clearly needed an Alpha, someone to protect her, she was too sweet for her own good and it got her hurt a lot. He would speak up for her much of the time when Caroline went too far like trying to force her into going home with guys from whatever bar they were at when she clearly didn’t want to. It always ended up with Caroline up his ass for “being in love” with her and how he never defends her like that.

Klaus couldn’t help it. Something about Y/n made him protective and he wanted to ensure she was safe. He never expected that to mean anything more than him just wanting to protect the sweet girl, until the morning after finals.

Klaus awoke on the couch to a whimpering sound tugging at his chest, instantly noticing that Caroline was cuddled into his side making him groan. She knew he hated her doing this, hated her pretending they were more than they were and cuddling into him while he’s passed out from a night of drinking. She just wanted to be able to tell everyone they “cuddled all night” and it was one of the things he hated the most. Caroline ended up in his bed after a party a lot, dragging him off to bed and staying the night only for them to both wake up naked. He knew she enjoyed fucking him when he was drunk since he didn’t “treat her like nothing but a simple fuck” as she put it or push her away afterwards but he always felt so grossed out after it happened, like he couldn’t wash the experience away without scraping off his skin. Luckily today they passed out in Katherine’s apartment on the couch and that left no room for her to do anything.

He sat up, pushing a pillow under her head and shoving the blanket off of him, thankfully she was a deep sleeper and he knew she would be out until much later. While he debated on getting coffee he noticed Y/n was up, rushing around trying to find her things and whining nervously letting him know that this was the noise that awoke him. He wasn’t shocked, an Omega in distress had always woken him up, ever since Kol presented and would cry over whatever was bothering him that day, he always had been a weepy Omega.

‘It’s up there.’ He pointed and she jumped, not having realized she wasn’t the only one awake. He pointed to her boot that was, for some reason, on the bookshelf. ‘I’ll get it-‘

‘No!’ She exclaimed and he jumped in surprise, never having known her to be loud…ever. ‘I mean-I’ve got it. Go back to sleep, Caroline will be upset if you leave her alone.’ She stated, reaching high to barely get the shoe from the top shelf, Klaus staring at her ass in those cute shorts which always made his pants tight. He had wished for years that this sweet little Omega could have been his with how strongly she set him on edge. She was just such a perfect Omega that he knew he would live his life jealous of whoever she did end up with while he would probably be stuck with Caroline forever just to avoid loneliness.

‘Fuck that, she doesn’t care when I’m pissed, she can be as upset with me as she wants…classes are over, where are you rushing off to?’ He wondered, the hangover beginning to be too much with the sun coming through the shades.

‘I just have to go home. I have something I have to get by 8 and it’s-Fuck! Bye!’ She exclaimed, not tying her boots as she ran passed him and out the front door. Klaus stood, grabbing his keys, phone and wallet before sliding on his shoes and closing the door behind him to see her leaning against the side of Caroline’s car and groaning.

‘Yeah, we threw that in the fire last night.’ Y/n’s bike had been thrown into the bonfire at some point when Caroline pointed out she wouldn’t need the stupid thing to get to and from classes anymore. ‘Get in, I’ll drive you-‘

‘No! No, you don’t need to. I’ll run, it’s no big deal-‘

‘Y/n! Seriously, you hate running and it’s not a problem. I’m going to get coffee anyway. We’ll go get your stuff and we’ll pick up coffee for everyone on the way back. Get in the car, I’m not taking “no” for an answer.’ She groaned before jumping into the truck and sitting in the back seat as far from him as possible. ‘I’m not a chauffeur love, get up here.’ He teased and grinned when she cracked a smile. ‘You don’t need to be so nervous, she’s not going to hurt you.’ Klaus knew that Caroline hated him being around other Omegas especially alone and that included Y/n, even though he knew her scent and she wasn’t his mate, Caroline didn’t seem to care. She hated him around Y/n most of all, even more than strangers.

‘You clearly don’t know your girlfriend very well.’ She mumbled, arms crossed and leaning away from him against the door in a position that looked painful with how far away she was trying to get.

‘I don’t know how many times I can tell people this, she is Not my girlfriend! Yes, we sleep together sometimes but it’s only ever been because I hate being alone that we’ve hung out together. I feel like I’ve made it very clear to everyone that I’m waiting for my mate and she…she just doesn’t care. It’s honestly annoying, she doesn’t care what I like and don’t like, she does what she wants, like sleeping with me in my bed. I’ve told her not to a billion times but does she listen? No, she just climbs into my bed when I’m drunk as hell and fucks me. She always tells people we’re together and makes me look like an ass when I tell people we’re not. I don’t…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant to you like that, I…I’m sorry.’

‘Klaus…you don’t need to be sorry. I didn’t know, she always said…I didn’t know you were looking for your mate. I-fuck…I’m so sorry.’ Y/n wanted to tell him but after all these years she didn’t know how to…sadly it seemed, she didn’t need to because the universe was going to do it for her. The suppressants that Omegas take need to be ingested within the same hour everyday or they stop working almost immediately, needing a constant supply in their body to keep their scent and heat away. Y/n takes hers every morning before classes at 7am, it was now 8 and as her watch began beeping she moved to turn it off quickly.

‘It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have dropped her years ago, I was just scared of not having anyone anymore. The people I hang out with are Caroline’s friends other than Elijah and he’ll do what Katherine says, so will you and Bonnie and I just…I put up with it.’

‘Klaus! She’s sexually assaulting you just so that she can live in a fantasy world where you love her, no one would drop you for that kind of crazy! I…I thought you loved her-I thought…I’m so sorry.’ She couldn’t stop saying it, feeling the need to apologize a billion more times.

Klaus put the car in park as he pulled up outside of her dorm. ‘Please don’t apologize? I’m not-what…what is that smell?’ He questioned and Y/n went rigid.

‘I have to go! I’m not feeling great, I’m just gonna stay in today! Thanks for the ride!’ She rushed her words out before nearly breaking her neck jumping from the truck and slamming the door, sprinting into the dorm leaving Klaus confused and alone to piece things together.

In his defense it only took him a moment of smelling the astounding scent and thinking about what she said and why she was apologizing to figure it all out, the key clue being his forming knot from smelling his Omega for the first time. He was out of the car and in the building in record time before sprinting down the hall to her room, opening the door and seeing her on her bed, tears streaming as she tried to open a pill bottle. Klaus rushed to grab the bottle from her and took it to the bathroom, pouring them into the toilet, Y/n trying to grab the bottle from him.

‘What did you do?!’ She cried, pathetically punching at him for a moment as he flushed them before allowing him to pull her to him and cry against his strong chest. He carried her back into her room and to her nest, allowing her to cry as long as she needed, content as he took in her scent, in a way he never thought he could be. ‘I’m sorry I hit you.’ She mumbled, her voice hoarse from crying.

‘It’s alright. Do you feel better now?’ She shook her head, moving to pull away but he held her tight. ‘Why didn’t you tell me Y/n? You’re my Omega, the most important thing in the world for me-for us…what did you think I was going to do?’

‘I was already on the suppressants when I started school here. When I realized you were…well-‘

‘Your Alpha. You can say it. I’m your Alpha, and you’re my Omega.’ She nodded, looking up at him unsure before he kissed her head.

‘I told Caroline about it as soon as I realized and she said you two were together. That you were in love and I…I didn’t want to ruin that for you. Plenty of people don’t wait for their mates and when she said you had given up looking I just…I wanted you to be happy. She always made it seem like you were and…I’m so sorry!

‘No. No more of that. She lied to us both…no more hiding. Okay?’ Y/n nodded and Klaus pulled her close before pressing his lips to hers. She hesitated but as he tightened his grip on her waist her body melted into his, 4 years of suffering with her Alphas scent under her nose and unable to be with him finally being over. ‘I’m sorry that you had to suffer through that, I should have rid myself of her a long time ago. I’m scared of being alone…it’s embarrassing to admit but putting up with her abuse and crazy bullshit was easier than…I’m-‘

‘If you say “sorry” I’m going to spank you.’ His eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face that he could not stop. ‘She hurt you, she lied to you and she-she assaulted you. We both fucked up but I’m happy to blame it all on Caroline since that’s where it all started and as soon as I see her face I’m going to cave it in for ever hurting my Alpha.’ She growled angrily.

‘That was the cutest little growl. Oh my God, you’re so precious!’ He coo’ed, pulling her close to kiss her again just before his phone began ringing. They both groaned, knowing whose ringtone it was as it sang Material Girl by Madonna and Klaus pulled his phone out, silencing the call, kissing her again. He had just pulled her to straddle his lap when her phone began to ring.

‘Okay, you know what? This is just going off.’ She rejected the call, blocking Caroline’s number and turning off her phone, her Alpha laughing and joining her immediately.

‘She’s going to lose her mind.’ He laughed, feeling a tad giddy, enjoying the idea of making her as upset as she constantly made him. ‘You smell wonderful, you know that?’ His nose found it’s way back to her neck and he enjoyed the little giggle she let slip, usually being so quiet. ‘Don’t you ever hide this from me again…wanna scent you for the rest of my life.’

‘Whenever you want Alpha, all yours.’ She purred, snuggling in close.

‘It won’t be long now that you missed the suppressants, your heat will probably start by tomorrow.’ He told her, moving to take off her jacket and shoes as well as his own before pulling the comforter over them in the already chilled room but making a mental note to make it colder as she would probably begin sweating in the night. Good thing about Omega dorms, they always (legally have to) have amazing air conditioning units. All Omega dorms had to have the option of killer AC with how hot they get at all times but especially during their heat. Her nest was cozy and wonderfully scented, he would be shocked if he could ever summon the willpower to leave it.

‘Please don’t leave? I don’t-‘

‘No Omega, I’m not going anywhere. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want but I will be here to take care of you. I’m going to do it right now, I promise. For now, you need to sleep. You’re hung over, dehydrated and sleep deprived, drink for me.’ He instructed as he got a bottle of water from the mini fridge beside the bed and had her drink half of it.

‘Don’t torture yourself okay?’ He looked at her questioningly, not understanding what she meant. ‘I want you, don’t get all dumb wondering if I would want you to touch me, you can help me through it…if you want to.’ She rushed out and Klaus just smiled. ‘I know maybe being with someone is uncomfortable for you and if all you want is to just be here with me then that’s okay, don’t torture yourself either way.’

Klaus was touched. Not only was she willing to trust him to do as her Alpha should and rut her through her heat but she is willing to suffer without it if he isn’t comfortable after everything Caroline had done to him. ‘No one has ever been that understanding before. I’m okay, I promise, I will always take care of you Omega…I’ve been looking for you for so long and you’ve been here under my nose for 4 years…you’re mine now. I’m stealing you and you’re gonna come and live with me. Got my fathers huge house in Damascus Virginia in the mountains, small town, quiet…everything you want if I remember correctly?’ Y/n was instantly stunned that he had remembered that. ‘I always paid attention. Didn’t like Caroline being cruel to you, turns out she always was anyway and she was using me to do it…‘

‘Virginia it is. Nice place to have a family.’ Klaus’ eyes widen at that thought.

‘You want to have my pups?’ She nodded and he groaned, feeling his cock swell as he pulled her closer, her back now against his chest. ‘I admit, I’ve thought about you swollen with my pups before, look so fucking gorgeous! Gonna be the death of me, Omega…just let your Alpha hold you baby. You need rest before your heat, can’t have you feeling even worse, can I?’

‘My good Alpha, so sweet to me.’ She turned to bury her face into Klaus’ chest and he groaned, holding her to him tightly and waiting until he heard that soft little snore that he knew she made before allowing himself to fall asleep.

They were both awoken (according to the clock) 2 hours later to a loud banging on the door.

‘The TA will make her stop if we just ignore it, it’s alright.’ Klaus mumbled, assuming it was Caroline as he pulled a blanket over their heads before hearing a familiar voice.

‘Niklaus! I know you’re in there, your phone is off! What’s going on, come on?!’ Klaus huffed, kissing her head and moving to speak to Elijah, only to open the door and find his brother along with his girlfriend and Caroline who looked ready to spit venom.

‘Really Elijah? You knew I was avoiding her and you did this? This is why I don’t trust you!’ He growled, moving to slam the door before Caroline caught it, shoving her way in.

‘You! You stole my mate, you little Knot-Hole!’ Everyone in the room reacted to that, even Elijah and Kat being shocked at the derogatory slur that is not permitted on school grounds-let alone to be used to others mates and doing so has gotten people really hurt.

‘If you ever call her that again...’ Klaus warned, stepping around her to get between them when she got too close to the bed. ‘Do not touch her nest, get the fuck out of our room. I don’t need to tell you anything about Y/n and I because you and I were never together. I am not, nor have I ever been your boyfriend, let alone your mate you delusional cunt!’

‘You’re just being cruel now!’ She cried, trying to get sympathy as always though even Kat was unsure what to do after what Caroline had called their friend-another Omega at that. An Omega using that word at all-let alone against another Omega was unheard of.

‘We never dated! Not once, for one singular day! I fucked you because I was lonely and you were fun for a while and I don’t care how cruel that sounds because you knew the deal from day 1. That wasn’t what you wanted though because then you told everyone we were mates even though you knew I was desperately searching for my real Omega, and you kept crawling into my bed which you knew I hated. Then you started fucking me when I was too drunk to push you off just so you could sleep with me without me shoving you away and “treating you like a simple fuck”! And Now I Find Out-You’ve been Lying to Y/n about us to keep her from telling me the truth for 4 years! She’s my Omega! Not a fun night, not a girlfriend to waste time with, My Omega! You’re a manipulative, slutty cunt and I want you out of our room and out of my life! You can also be damn sure I will be telling everyone exactly what you are.’

‘Yeah, a fucking rapist…’ Y/n scoffed, Caroline glaring and baring her fangs at the shy girl that she knew would never defend herself.

‘Shut your lying, thief mouth! You Stole my Alpha! What kind of a friend are you-‘

‘You stole mine for 4 years, right back at you whore.’ Everyone was shocked in that moment, never having heard the sweet creature say anything like that before.

‘Oh. Now that you have what’s mine behind you, you think you’re all big and bad? No, you’re still a useless little Fuckhole that nobody has ever wanted. He’ll come back to me when he realizes how useless you are-‘ Caroline was cut off as her ex best friend launched herself forward from the nest and took her to the floor, beating her violently and digging her claws into her face in a vicious attack.

‘You’re a dirty fucking rapist and if you ever come near him again I will cut you up so bad they’ll never get all the pieces together again, you filthy fucking whore-I-‘

She got no more words out as her Alphas arms wrapped around her and lifted her off the bloody mess that Caroline once called a face. ‘Enough Omega, Shh, it’s okay. She’s going, you’re alright!’ He put her back into her nest and grabbed the baby wipes he kept in his bag for his future Omega (along with hair ties, chapstick and a pad for surprise heat symptoms), quickly beginning to clean off the blood from her claws.

Neither Elijah nor Katherine moved to help Caroline no matter how much she whined. ‘Kat…’

‘Don’t Kat me, I’m not having you think you can climb on top of my man next. Get the fuck away from me.’ She growled, grabbing the blonde by her hair and dragging her into the hallway, Klaus moving to watch the Omega be dropped in a pathetic pile in the dorm hall. ‘I was recording cause I thought it would be funny to watch Klaus get told off but I’ll give it to the cops cause she definitely needs an ambulance.’ Katherine chuckled maliciously. ‘I’m sorry for everything Klaus, I wish you would have just told us the truth, we would have gotten rid of her years ago. You and I may not be best friends but we’re family and that shit is not okay.’ Kat moved to hug him, stopping 3 steps away as Y/n hissed out a warning that was instantly enough.

‘We’ll deal with the police. They won’t bother you until her heat is over. Text me if you need anything, I’ll bring you your meals for the week, least I can do.’ Elijah offered and Klaus agreed.

‘Thank you brother. If you could bring some protein bars and some juice later tonight, that would be great, I need to rehydrate her after last night.’

‘Of course. I’ll bring some of your favorite snacks too. Anything else, just t-‘ Elijah cut himself off, his eyes dilating as he was overcome with a thick, heavy scent coming from the nest that he was the closest to, Klaus moving to grab him and shove him out at a breakneck speed.

‘Text me when you’re here later tonight, bring me some of my clothes and my fan from my dorm room as well.’ He rushed out before shutting the door behind him. He knew air blowing directly on her as she’s like this would be good for her and as he turned around and noticed her sweating he’s glad he did. ‘Your heat hit you faster than we expected, huh?’ Klaus teased and Y/n just whined making grabby hands at him before he pulled off his clothes and crawled into the nest. ‘Don’t worry Omega, Alpha is here for you-‘

‘Knot! Knot Alpha! Need it, Please?!’ She pleaded, moving to present herself for him only to have him stop her and pin her on her back. It wasn’t the best position to ensure pregnancy but that didn’t matter to him, he needed to care for his Omega and they hadn’t been together once yet. He refused to take her like that the first time. ‘Alpha-‘

‘Shh…relax pet. I’m right here. Alphas gonna give you what you want.’ He promised, as he kissed her lips softly, lining his cock up with her soaking wet pussy and easing in, keeping her hips from forcing him deeper. His knot was already swelling and Klaus pulled her legs up to bottom out inside of her, her hips humping up into him. ‘Is my pretty Omega gonna cum on my cock already? Such a needy little thing.’ He teased as if he wasn’t seconds from spewing his own end which is exactly what happened 10 seconds later when she squeezed him almost painfully, his knot locking into place as it’s supposed to.

‘Yes…my knot…mine-‘

‘All yours Princess-nobody else’s-never given it to anybody. Alphas gonna knot you so much tonight people won’t know where you start and I end…all mine. No one will ever keep you from me again Omega, I promise.’

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