#klaus drabble

[baseballbitch116]

However Long It Takes Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson x oc slowburn

Charlotte Fell has had a troubled life. Her mom is a close friend of Kelly Donovan - Matt’s mother - and wherever Kelly goes, Charlotte’s mother follows. So it was just her when she was turned into a vampire. Charlotte’s never really had anyone to count on other than herself or Matt. She’s never bonded much with anyone before - until her senior year - when she met the “Originals.” She found them intriguing and misunderstood - especially the hybrid. Something about his darkness just felt so… relatable. There was an undeniable tension between the two, something that Charlotte’s friends absolutely hated. Is Klaus really as dangerous as he puts on? Would he hurt her? Or is she in way over her head?

This fanfiction slow burn series will have approximately 20 chapters. Last updated 7/8/2024.

Do not repost or claim my work as your own. This story and Charlotte Fell belong to baseballbitch116 only.

Chapter One - Homecoming

Chapter Two - The Grill

Chapter Three - The Ball

Chapter Four - 1920's

Chapter Five - The Vampire Hunter

Chapter Six - I Dare You

Chapter Seven - The Pageant

Chapter Eight - Confrontations...

[r-memberme]

knit me a threat | k.m

⎯⎯“Darling,” he drawled, stepping into the study, “would you happen to know why my coat has been invaded by a miniature version of myself?

warnings: fluff

The first time he found one, he nearly crushed it in his hand.

A tiny crocheted wolf, tucked inside the pocket of his coat, its little paws stitched together as if it were sitting patiently. Klaus frowned, plucking it out and holding it between two fingers as if it might bite him. The little thing had button eyes, a soft grey body, and a barely-there embroidered smirk, as though it were mocking him.

He scoffed.

“Oh, for the love of—”

He turned on his heel, storming through the house, knowing exactly who had done this.

“Darling,” he drawled, stepping into the study, “would you happen to know why my coat has been invaded by a miniature version of myself?”

She didn’t even look up from her work, the soft clicking of her crochet hook continuing at a leisurely pace. “Oh? You found one?”

“‘One?’” Klaus narrowed his eyes. “You mean there are more of these abominations?”

She smirked, tying off a loop before setting the project down, eyes glinting with amusement. “That depends. How many coat pockets do you have?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, fingers tightening around the tiny wolf. She was toying with him. Of course she was. He should have expected nothing less. With a sigh, he shook his head. “You have far too much time on your hands.”

“And yet, you haven’t thrown it away.”

He had no response for that. Instead, he shoved the wolf back into his pocket and left, grumbling under his breath as she let out a victorious hum.

༊*·˚

The second one appeared three days later.

This time, it was in his desk drawer, right next to his fountain pen. Klaus pulled it out with slow deliberation, staring down at the tiny dragon, its wings spread as if ready to take flight. It was small enough to fit in his palm, its scales intricately stitched in shades of deep green and gold.

He clenched his jaw.

She had done it again.

“You are aware,” he said, stepping into the parlor where she sat curled up on the sofa, “that I am not a man easily toyed with.”

She didn’t even blink. “And yet, here you are, holding a crocheted dragon like it personally insulted your entire bloodline.”

Klaus exhaled sharply, stepping closer, dangling the dragon in front of her face. “You think this is amusing?”

“I think it’s adorable.” She grinned, reaching out to poke the tiny snout. “Besides, you have a bit of a hoarding problem. Might as well give you something cute to collect.”

His brows shot up. “A hoarding problem?”

She tilted her head, mock thoughtful. “Hundreds of years’ worth of stolen art, rare artifacts, priceless heirlooms…should I continue?”

Klaus clicked his tongue, tossing the dragon into her lap. “You are insufferable.”

She merely laughed as he walked away.

He did not throw it away.

༊*·˚

It became a game after that.

She never placed them anywhere obvious. No, that would be far too easy. She hid them where she knew he’d find them when he least expected it. A tiny fox nestled between the books in his library. A bat perched atop his liquor cabinet, its wings outstretched. A little owl tucked inside one of his boots, nearly making him crush it underfoot.

But the worst—the absolute worst—was the one she left on his pillow.

Klaus stood in his bedroom doorway, staring at the ridiculous creation that now occupied his bed.

A paintbrush. A damned paintbrush.

With a face.

A face that looked remarkably like his own.

He rubbed a hand down his face, debating whether to incinerate it on the spot. Instead, he picked it up, holding it at arm’s length as if it might explode. The bristles were soft, the palette stitched beside it colored with thread, and the expression sewn onto its ridiculous little face looked…smug.

“Oh, you are testing my patience,” he muttered under his breath.

A snicker from the doorway made him lift his gaze. She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with herself.

“Something wrong?” she asked innocently.

Klaus let out a slow breath, fingers twitching. “You are far too entertained by this.”

“You should be grateful. I could have made a hybrid.”

His eye twitched. “If I find a tiny, stitched version of myself anywhere in this house, I will retaliate.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow. “What are you gonna do? Knit me a threat?”

His lips parted, then closed again. He had no retort for that. With a grumble, he tossed the paintbrush back onto the bed and stalked past her, muttering under his breath about insufferable women and their yarn-based warfare.

She merely laughed, victorious.

He still kept every single one.

requested by @xtwistedchaosx

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[stvolanis]

IF I DIE YOUNG

PT. 1

PT.2?

PAIRINGS: Klaus Mikaelson x Werewolf! OC

WARNINGS: toxic family, insinuation of accidental murder, lowkey angsty and emotional, Klaus thinks he’s an arsonist, fire, people dying, mentions of blood, Klaus is sweet with manipulative undertones, toxic!Klaus

NSFW WARNINGS: none yet! I promise there will be next time :)

Her village rested by the shore. Her toes dug into the white sand as the water grazed her bare ankles, and the fog was heavy. The air around her murky and dark.

The smell of salt lingered in the air, grounding her as the busy sound of her people echoed behind her in chorus to a familiar song they sang every full moon.

The night was cold, as it always was when you lived by the ocean. Elora felt hushed whispers from behind her, and a constant stare from her peers. As if she were an oddity.

Everyone kept their distance, as if she were a ticking time bomb ready to blow up the whole village if something rubbed her the wrong way. And that might have been the case, but it was not Eloras fault she was cursed with such wickedness.

The full moon was not yet at its apex as she stood up from the sand. She dusted off the sand that remained on her long skirt, and made her way through the familiar forest. It was soothing, in a way. Hearing the leaves crunch under her bare feet, and the crickets that seemed to welcome her.

The wind was violent this night, almost as if it were angry at her for being what she is. Elora was angry at herself, too. All she felt was shame, and regret. Ashamed of what she was and regret for what she was about to become.

she was 19 years young, standing at 5’2 without socks on. She has been this way since she was 14, and she has been miserable ever since. It was an accident, what she did to that boy, but she paid the price for it—and she will for the rest of her life.

Her black hair cascaded down her back in a ruffled braid that stopped just at her waist, and the skirt she wore was littered in Lapis Lazuli that shined under the moonlight. The same skirt she wore every full moon, as she thought it was a token of good luck.

The same familiar cave seemed to stare back at her the closer she got to it. The rocks were an unwelcoming cold that she had grown used to and acquainted with over time. The breeze bounced off of the walls, creating almost an eerie sound.

Her fingers grazed along the caves walls, tracing over the stories her people have painted of her. Living amongst people who were afraid of what you were takes a toll on a person. The only reason the village people have yet to banish her was because they were afraid of further upsetting the balance.

Elora was an abomination. A mistake in natures balance. She was a monster, and that’s all anyone ever saw—even her own parents. Her siblings were no better, the only ones bold enough to taunt her.

Elora felt her body begin to shake as she chained herself. Her ankles and wrists felt even more so heavy with the weight of chains that held her down effectively. They were made of the finest metals, scavenged from high and low, made specially for her.

It was a routine Elora knew well. Her body consumed with and unbearable pain that became easier over time. The feeling she feared she would never get used to is the way her bones broke and bended ways that they shouldn’t. Ways that would kill a regular human with no remorse.

She writhed in agony, screaming in pain as her ribs broke again and again—like a punishment for her sins. Tears ran down her cheeks, and the sharp canines that grew hurt her gums in an unfathomable way. Her eyes glowed a horrifying yellow that would surely scare any suitor away instantly.

She came to terms that she was unlovable. She would never find anyone in their right mind who would want such a monstrosity such as herself. It was a sick pit in the bottom of her stomach she felt watching families stroll by her happily. She would forever yearn. Eternally yearn.

She rocked herself back and forth as her body felt as though it was on fire, in attempts to soothe what was left of her humanity. But she could not stop her inner wars with herself that clawed to come out, and be free once more.

She tugged at the chains, and begged someone, anyone, to stop the pain she was going through. Aimlessly calling out for her mothers comfort as if she could hear her. A damaged child, longing for comfort was all she really was if you peeled back enough layers.

The transition was made, after an hour of torment. Eloras first time took at least 3 or 4. The more you transition, the less time it takes every time. That’s the only thing Elora is grateful for.

Her senses were heightened, and she panted—her stomach turned as if she hadn’t eaten for days. Weeks. Months. Years—god, she was so unbelievably hungry.

Her ears perked as she heard leaves crunch, and for a moment, Elora hoped it was a curious human that dared to witness her monstrous form. And it was—or so she thought.

A man, standing at 5’11 entered the cave as if he owned it. Elora wondered where he got the balls from. She growled, she smelled blood—but it was different. He wasn’t a human, she could tell that much. She had no idea what he was, but she knew he wasn’t anything good.

“What a pity. Living your sad life chained and hated.” He said, his voice echoing through the cave menacingly. His blonde hair was cut short, and seemed disheveled with curls. Elora could not respond, she could not find her humanity to even care in this moment.

“Don’t you wish to be ridden of this burden, little wolf?” He asked, crouching down to her level. He seemed to not be phased in the slightest for her distaste to him, nor was he scared.

Eloras wolfed body was rigid and on edge, crouched and ready to pounce at any second with enough force to break the chains—but it was as though something was stopping her. Maybe it was her own subconscious fear, or maybe it was his alluring presence she hated so much.

“You are a naivety in its entirety, but a beauty nonetheless, Elora.” He whispered, as though someone could overhear them. The girl felt her heart beat somehow quicken, and a warmth spread through her body. She was no longer growling, or ready to pounce—but still on edge.

“If you seek a remedy, you will find me east of here tomorrow.” He said, resting a hand on her head. A bold move on his part, but one that Elora allowed—even in her darkest form. He stood to his full height, and without a second thought, was gone as fast as he came.

She hadn’t a clue who he was, or what he was, but he did what he came here to do. For she longed to know more, just as he had wanted. The man knew she would seek him out the following day, and he would be awaiting her arrival till then.

That morning, Elora awoke—sore, and exhausted. She stood on shaken legs, naked and afraid. The sun shone perfectly into the cave, nearly blinding her as she used her hand as a shield—adjusting to the lighting.

She scavenged for her skirt and corset top that she discarded before her transition, and sighed as she put them back on. She could not live like this forever. She refused. There had to be another way—and maybe he was the way she was looking for.

The journey back to her village was a blur as she stumbled through the brush absentmindedly. She was the shell of the girl she was once. The girl she couldn’t seem to shake. The girl that was dead, who’s body she carried around with her since she couldn’t get rid of it.

Her people did not look her in the eye. They shut their doors in her face, and ushered their children away as if she were a plague. Eloras eyes watered, as they usually do every return to her home after a full moon. A reminder that she was, in fact, unwanted.

She sluggishly made her way through the village, eyes set onto the dirt paved path ahead of her to avoid the judgment of people that passed by till she reached her cottage.

Elora opened the door, expecting her family to be awake. She expected the smell of eggs to warm her nose, and the sound of her siblings laughter to fill her ears—but she didn’t. She heard nothing.

She walked through her empty home looking for any traces to where they were—and then it dawned on her.

They had left her.

She fell to her knees in despair, and a gut wrenching sob shook through her. She could not bear this pain any longer. Her whole life was filled with sorrow, anger, and yearning. She screamed, and screamed until she could no longer scream.

Elora tore her house apart—frames shattered with pictures torn apart, glass everywhere and book shelves knocked down. It was a waste of time, she knew taking her anger out like this would benefit nobody—but she had no other way to get it out.

She stalked through the town once more when night had fallen, consumed with nothing but a burning anger coming from deep within her core. A gruesome hatred for the village, and everyone in it.

She didn’t spare it a final glance as she set on her journey to meet the man on the east side of the cave. The man who she hoped would provide her with answers and maybe even a way to stop the monster inside of her from being revealed.

It felt different, this night. It was silent, no crickets to welcome her this time or angry wind howling at her as she trudged through the forgotten pathways of the forest. She had no fear, only a sense of yearning remained.

He sat on top of a large rock as though it were his throne, in all his glory. He peered down at her for a moment before he jumped down expertly, keeping a distance between them as to not shake her.

Eloras voice was caught in her throat. He was so much more beautiful than she had remembered in her wolfish haze. She felt like he was picking her apart from head to toe as his eyes burned holes through her delicate body, but she was at a loss for words.

“My darling, Elora. I’m happy you came to me.” He said with a smile. His voice sounded like velvet, and she knew she could listen to him for an eternity. “W-Who are you?” She finally said, after a moment of silence.

“My name is Klaus. I am, like you, a force against nature.” He responded, circling around her as though he were judging her. Eloras eyes widened—“Youu’re like me? You’re a wolf?” She asked.

Never in her lifetime had she met anyone else like her. She didn’t even know there was others like her. Her mortal life, she’d heard tales of men who shaped into wolves, but they were just campfire tales to spook the children. Elora was told they had all died off, and she was the last.

“Yes, I am. But I am also more than that.” He said with a nod. Elora furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean? What more could you possibly be?” She asked, backing away from him as he got closer.

“I am a vampire, Elora. I am a hybrid. The only hybrid in existence.” He said. Klaus paused for a moment, seemingly thinking about something before he outstretched his hand towards her. “Come, we will return to your village and I will explain more.”

Elora shook her head. “I don’t want to ever go back there. That is no longer my home. They were never my people.” She responded bitterly. His eyes softened for a moment, and for a second, he could see himself in her. “Come. I will fix that.” He responded.

She looked at the hand he offered to her, and debated if this was all an elaborate plan for him to kill her. But the more she looked into his eyes, the deeper she fell—and she knew there was no return from their meeting. So, she took his hand, and he led her back to where she never truly left.

They stopped at the edge of her village. There was no light, no sound. The people were asleep, carefree and happy to be ridden of her.

“These people have hurt you, Elora, haven’t they?” He asked, though he already knew the answer very well. “Yes.” She said. Her eyes watered, and she had regret coming back instantly—but his hand never left hers.

As the tears fell down her cheeks, his grip on her hand tightened, almost as if he were trying to comfort her. “What if I told you I can make them pay for what they did to you?” He asked. Elora sniffled as she wiped away her tears with her free hand.

“What do you mean, Klaus?” She asked. He let go of her hand, and revealed a singular match that was hidden in his pocket. Eloras eyes widened, and before she could protest, the match was lit and her village was set ablaze in the blink of an eye.

“Klaus, there’s children!” She shrieked, attempting to run towards the burning village, only to be blocked by the powerful man. “Fret not, love, they’re taken care of. Safe and sound, I swear to it.” He said with a smile.

Eloras chest rose and fell as she heard screams of fear strike through the village, watching as a man she once knew ran out of his home, on fire. A tear fell down her cheek at the mayhem in front of her—but all Klaus could do was watch, almost as if he were admiring his work.

“H-How could you have done this?” Elora yelled through tears, turning to look at him. Her eyes he knew once were filled with hope were now filled with an unreadable emotion. Elora had no time to react before he was in front of her—their face mere inches apart.

His hands reached up, cupping her face delicately—almost as if he were afraid he’d break her. “Don’t you see, Elora? These people never cared about you. They wanted you to feel this hurt that burns inside of you. They treated you as if you were nothing. Do not feel remorse, for these people deserve to die.” He said, wiping away her fallen tears.

“Who are you?” She asked. For a moment, she forgot the world around her. She forgot what she was. She forgot the dying people behind her and the smoke that filled her lungs. She was lost in him, and that was how it started.

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[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

crying because i always have imagined when writing reader x five was for reader to be a stoner and five just rolls his eyes and stops them from getting high regularly

five : is that a cigarette?

reader : noooo…. its klaus’ cigarette…..

five : give me the cig.

reader : cmonnnnn whats better then being high? you????

five : [sigh] ask yourself that, hand it over.

Been in the drafts since July.... 2022

Five didn't want you to end up like his brother. He saw how it destroyed his brother's life and he would be damned if he'd let you go down that same path. He may not have been able to stop his brother from falling into that pit, but he sure as hell will help you.

Klaus indulges/enables you, which annoys Five to no end. He tries to keep you away from Klaus and have as few interactions with him as possible. He doesn't know how to express his emotions/feelings, so he has a hard time expressing himself to you and telling you he worries about you. You think he's being aggressive when in reality that's his way of showing he cares.

Whenever he catches you smoking with Klaus, he's quick to put a stop to it and pretty much scold you like a child. You are never alone with Klaus; Five is always there, no matter where you are. When Klaus does end up getting better, Five is more than excited, because for whatever reason you look up to Klaus and will take after him.

[dayas]

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” + Klonnie 😈

But of course 🙂‍↕️

sliiigghhttllyyy nsfw

Drabble Prompts

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Bonnie Bennett’s head pounded. She groaned, blindly fumbling about for her pillow. Her hand found smooth, corded muscle instead. Bonnie’s head snapped up to find a blonde haired hybrid with a suspiciously cherub like expression staring back at her.

“Yes?” Klaus Mikaelson prompted.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Same reason you’re naked in it, love.”

Bonnie cursed, clutching her sheets around her tightly. Klaus tossed his head back, howling with laughter.

“It’s all coming back to you now, isn’t it?”

It was. Her hands rooting in his hair, tugging harshly while he bit down on her lip. Their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat as they moved. His head between her legs at some point, candle flames burning brighter and hotter. Him licking her off of his fingers and her tasting the smirk he wore.

Bonnie sank down deeper into her bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and placing it over her head.

“There’s no need for embarrassment, little witch. Though you’re especially pretty when you warm up like that.”

“Will you shut up?” Bonnie moaned, though the pillow muffled the sound. Thankfully, it also muffled the sound of Klaus’s laughter and hid the warmth in her cheeks he was no doubt referring to.

“You were rather warm last night,” he continued, “I’m sure you remember, when you were wrapped around my — ”

She threw the pillow off to the side, praying it smacked him in the face on its way. Then, Bonnie grabbed her sheets and sprinted from the room. She slammed her door shut as his laughter echoed through the house.

Stupid fucking hybrids and their stupid fucking dicks.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Part of the Action

poly!mikaelsons x human!reader

summary: you're about to be left out of yet another mikaelson plan, when an accidental mix-up happens that might convince them to let you help them. OR, you prove that you've got a lot more fire than the mikaelsons give you credit for.

tags: plotting, blood drinking

word count: 720

You lay across the couch as Klaus goes over his plan for the third time. Your legs are in Kol’s lap, while your head is in Rebekah’s. As he strokes his finger along your thigh, she’s playing with your hair, and none of you are paying much attention to the hybrid. Elijah’s trying his best to listen to his brother, but he’s consumed by a jealousy of not being able to touch you while his siblings do that makes him deaf to the plan. 

“So I’ll need one of you to distract Damon, another to distract Stefan, and-” Klaus pauses, “are any of you idiots listening to me?”

Four pairs of eyes immediately snap up to him. 

“Could you stop petting the girl for one minute so you can tune into my plan for world domination?”

“She’s just so soft, Niklaus,” Rebekah whines, digging her hands into your scalp sweetly.

“Yes, I know, but this is important.”

“So is taking time to relax and love on our little girl.”

He sighs, then looks at you expectantly. You’re only able to fight his gaze for a minute before surrendering. Both Kol and Bekah argue as you move to be sitting in between them, not touching either of them. 

“Thank you, love. Now, this is the plan. One of you distracts Damon, another distracts Stefan. I grab Elena. Y/N, you stay here, because you are not getting caught in any crossfire-”

“Why do you never let me help?”

“Pardon?”

“Why do I always have to sit out when you guys are acting out on plans? I can help. I want to help.”

“We will not risk you getting hurt, baby. It is imperative that you stay here where you’re safe,” Elijah speaks for them all. 

“If I get hurt, you can just heal me! I want to help!”

“No, Y/N. That is an order. You stay here.”

“I can’t be here all the time while you’re always fighting. What if you get hurt?”

“We will heal.”

“Well you can heal me.”

“Love, it’s a no. Now stop fighting the matter before it results in punishment.”

You glare at the two eldest brothers, but then drop your gaze and pout.

Kol immediately leans over to whisper, “we love you too much for you to get hurt, darling. Yes, we can heal you, but there’s still so much risk.”

“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll stay back. Again.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. 

Klaus continues plotting. “I’ll only need Elena for a second, so you all only need to distract them for a little bit. Just long enough for me to make my point.”

You zone out while he talks, knowing there’s no use in listening anyway since you’re on the outs. At some point, Elijah sets his wine glass on the coffee table to stand up to talk to Klaus. Your eyes focus on it. I’m in desperate need of some wine to deal with this shit again, you think, ‘Lijah won’t mind if I steal a sip. 

In one quick motion, you reach for the glass and bring it to your lips. 

He spins around at the sound of movement, eyes immediately going wide. “Baby, that’s not wine. Put it-”

Too late. You take a big sip of the liquid. It’s already in your mouth by the time you realize it’s blood. It shocks you for a second; Elijah’s not usually one to drink blood from wine glasses - that’s usually Kol. But as it sits in your mouth, you find yourself enjoying the taste. It’s thick, oozy, and something about it makes you feel powerful. Like what once was someone’s life force is now being consumed by you. 

In one gulp, you swallow it. It’s heavy down your throat and bubbles in your stomach. The taste lingers on your lips, stained red from its color. 

You set the glass down and lie back on the couch, but not without swiping your tongue across your lips first. “What?” You question the four siblings staring at you. They’re all speechless, yet the longer you look, the more you recognize the love and lust in their eyes. 

Klaus is the first to break the silence. “Well, judging by that, maybe our beautiful and bloodthirsty girl is ready to be a part of the action.”

[lynette-m-roses]

𝔎𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔨𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩!

𝔄 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰

ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡

𝔄 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔫 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

𝙰 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Klaus is hot.

Elena: He’s dangerous.

Y/N: That just makes him hotter.

[xjulixred45x]

In the crossover between Dead Plate and My Child Lebensborn, what measures would Rody and Vince take with the Professor Solheim matter? What legal (and illegal) means would they take against him?

TW: MENTION/IMPLICATION OF CSA, PTSD ON CHILDREN, MURDER, ETC.

Ow man...

First of all, I don't think that either Vince or Rody would go unnoticed by the changes in attitude in their respective children, but definitely at the beginning they thought it was because of the Bullying issue than anything else (although they knew about Professor Solheim thanks to the bad guys). moments they put the kids through before this, you can tell they hated it before).

Surprisingly I think Rody might be the first to think that something is wrong with Klaus at school. Rody is much more trustworthy than Vince, so it wouldn't be strange if out of the blue Klaus tells Rody that he doesn't want to go to school or that he doesn't specifically want to go to Professor Solheim's classes.

Rody finds it strange at first, but soon realizes that Klaus wouldn't ask to skip school if something really bad was going on (not just bullying). this + when Klaus starts having clear PTSD episodes, make Rody not let Klaus go to school and have a serious talk with him.

When does Rody find out? God, he's devastated to hear Klaus telling him what happened and repeating that it's not his fault and he's right! It's not Klaus' fault. Rody focuses on comforting his little brother and letting him know that he shouldn't hide things like that, that he loves him and is sorry he couldn't prevent this, etc. In general, both of them crying together for a long time.

As for the actions Rody would take against Solheim, it's canon that he would hide a body for Manon, so I can see him going to kick Solheim's ass and even threatening him to never go near Klaus again. and this guy is STRONG (canonically he could break your arm by ACCIDENT, imagine what he could do on purpose), so he won't be satisfied unless Solheim has at least 5 broken bones.

(I can't go into much detail about the legality because Rody is broke bad, but maybe he could convince the other parents to file a class action lawsuit, also being the 60s I don't think Rody would want to put Klaus in that situation or re-traumatize him, SO i think that's all that he would do, not because he wants to, but bc it's all he can do).

Vincent, on the other hand, would take longer to notice the warning signs, since while he is observant, he is also constantly busy during the events of the game, so probably the closest thing he would have to a direct signal would be a of Karin's nannies said that she is acting strange.

and Vince begins to notice these more abrupt changes, how Karin is now more reserved and even rude, how she almost doesn't talk to him anymore (it would take an EMBARRASSING amount of time), etc.

although the definitive warning sign for Vince would be 1) that Karin doesn't want to be bathed and 2) that she doesn't even want to eat. He knows that SOMETHING happened and that Karin is too traumatized to say it, but she is giving him quite direct signals, which leads him to realize what happened, horrified.

Vince is definitely more clumsy when it comes to comforting Karin, but he doesn't lack desire. He mainly tries to comfort her by giving her her favorite foods and giving her a free pass to do whatever she wants (skip school, eat outside food, etc.). and even trying to be more physically affectionate (mainly giving her more hugs, this experience definitely made him realize how much he misses that side of Karin).

As for Solheim...he will be lucky if Vince decides to take the LEGAL route (if that were the case, Solheim would never come out of it, since with how well-known Vince is, public opinion would definitely DESTROY Solheim if Vince don't do it first). Vince tends to be erratic at times like this, so it would be very easy for him to get rid of Solheim PERMANENTLY, it's better that way, he wouldn't have to worry about it hurting Karin anymore.

I think Vincent would feel more guilty than he lets on, precisely because Karin doesn't even feel comfortable telling him what exactly happened (she probably explains it with drawings) and would try to improve his pedagogical skills based on this.

Rody is really just doing his best and still doesn't feel like enough, plus he's probably going to dump all this guilt and bad feelings on Solheim (with a good beating), and ressure Klaus about that 1) it's not His fault and 2) he loves him nonetheless.

Mind you, I don't think either of them will let Karin/Klaus go to school anytime soon, good luck with that.

In general, they both react differently, but they will do ANYTHING to get Solheim out of the picture and give the kids peace/closure.

BONUS: MANON

She would definitely be the one who found out first! (whether being with Rody or babysitting for Vince), she has both Rody's sweetness and Vince's questionable methods (time to make Rody hide the body...)

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(ESPAÑOL)

TW: MENCION/IMPLICACION DE ABU$O SEXUAL INFANTIL, TEPT EN NIÑOS, ASESINATO, ETC.

Hombre....

primero que nada, no creo que ni Vince ni Rody pasarian por desapercibido los cambios de actitud en sus respectivos niños, pero definitivamente al principio pensaban que era por la cuestion del Bullying que por otra cosa(aunque ellos sabian del profesor Solheim gracias a los malos momentos que hicieron pasar a los niños antes de esto, puedes decir que lo odiaban desde antes).

Sorprendentemente creo que Rody podria ser el primero en pensar que algo anda mal con Klaus en la escuela. Rody da mucha mas confianza que Vince, por lo que no seria raro si de la nada Klaus le dice a Rody que no quiere ir a la escuela o que puntualmente no quiere ir a las clases del profesor Solheim.

Rody lo encuentra raro al principio, pero pronto se da cuenta de que Klaus no pediria faltar a la escuela si realmente algo malo estuviera pasando(no solo el Bullying). esto + cuando Klaus empieza a tener episodios claros de PTSD, hacen que Rody no deje que Klaus vaya a la escuela y tenga una charla seria con el.

¿cuando Rody se entera? dios, esta destrozado de escuchar a Klaus decirle lo que paso y repitiendo que no es su culpa ¡y tiene razon! no es culpa de Klaus. Rody se centra en consolar a su hermanito y hacerle saber que no debe ocultar ese tipo de cosas, que lo ama y lamenta no haber podido evitar esto, etc. en general ambos llorando juntos un buen rato.

en cuanto a las acciones que tomaria Rody en contra de Solheim, es canon que el ocultaria un cuerpo por Manon, asi que puedo verlo llendo a patearle el trasero a Solheim e incluso amenazandole con no acercarse a Klaus nunca mas. y este sujeto es FUERTE(canónicamente podria romperte el brazo por ACCIDENTE, imagínate lo que podria hacer adrede), asi que no estara sarisfecho a menos que Solheim tenga 5 huesos rotos, por lo menos.

(no puedo profundizar mucho en lo legal porque Rody esta en quiebra, pero talvez podria convencer a los demas padres para presentar una demanda colectiva, igualmente siendo los 60s no creo que Rody quisiera poner a Klaus en esa situación o re-traumatizarlo).

Vincent, por otro lado, tardaria mas en darse cuenta de las señales de alerta, ya que si bien es observador, tambien esta constantemente ocupado durante los eventos del juego, por lo que probablemente lo mas cercano que tendria a una señal directa seria que una de las nannys de Karin dijera que ella esta actuando extraño.

y Vince empieza a notar estos cambios mas bruscos, el como Karin ahora es mas reservada e incluso grosera, el como casi ya no le habla(le tomaria una cantidad VERGONZOSA de tiempo), etc.

aunque la señal de alerta definitiva para Vince seria el 1) el que Karin no quiere que la bañen y 2) que ella nisiquiera quiera comer. el sabe que ALGO paso y que Karin esta muy traumada para decirlo, pero le esta dando señales bastante directas, lo que lleva a que se de cuenta de lo que paso, horrorizado.

Vince es definitivamente mas torpe a la hora de consolar a Karin, pero no le faltan ganas. principalmente trata de reconfortarla dandole sus comidas favoritas y dandole pase libre para hacer lo que quiera(faltar a la escuela, comer comida de afuera, etc). e incluso tratando de ser mas afectivo físicamente (dandole mas abrazos principalmente, esta experiencia definitivamente le hizo darse cuenta de lo mucho que extraña ese lado de Karin).

en cuanto a Solheim...tendra suerte si es que Vince decide tomar la ruta LEGAL(si fuera asi, Solheim no saldria nunca, ya que con lo conocido que es Vince, definitivamente la opinión pública DESTRUIRIA a Solheim). Vince tiende a ser erratico en momentos como este, por lo que seria muy facil para el deshacerse de Solheim PERMANENTE, es mejor asi, no tendria que preocuparse de que le haga daño a Karin nunca mas.

creo que Vincent se sentiria mas culpable de lo que deja ver, justamente porque Karin nisiquiera se siente comoda diciendole que fue lo que paso exactamente (probablemente lo explique por dibujos) y trataría de mejorar sus habilidades pedagógicas apartir de esto.

Rody realmente solo esta haciendo todo lo que puede y aun asi no se siente suficiente, aparte de que es probable de que vuelque toda esta culpa y malos sentimientos en Solheim (con una buena paliza).

eso si, no creo que ninguno de los dos deje que Karin/Klaus vayan a la escuela en un BUEEEEN tiempo, buena suerte con eso.

en general, ambos reaccionan de forma diferente, pero haran LO QUE SEA para sacar a Solheim de la foto y darle paz/cierre a los niños.

BONUS: MANON

¡definitivamente seria la que se entero primero!(ya sea estando con Rody o siendo niñera para Vince), tiene tanto la dulzura de Rody como los metodos cuestionables de Vince(hora de hacer que Rody oculte el cuerpo...)

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[talulajones-stories]

Klonnie Week - First Kiss

Southern Louisiana only has two seasons. Summer and Almost Summer. Summer lasts nine months of the year with a reprieve from the sweltering heat lasting only three months. Almost Summer, that cool part of the year consisting of December, January and February, is when the temperature drops down dramatically to the tepid seventies and people come out their shaded rooms and from under their ceiling fans to engage with one another without fear of heatstroke to picnic and visit their neighbors and sleep on their screened-in porches.

In the middle of September all of this is a distant fantasy.

Mosquitoes bite at the back of Bonnie's legs and the fleshy part of her arms, and she listens to cicadas string a symphony, an ode to heat, and looks out over the entire back yard of the Farmhouse, where Klaus has brought her, and everything is green, green, green. Technicolor green. Green everywhere. Even the pond where Klaus has begun her tutelage and is telling her to walk across is green.

"You can't be serious," Bonnie says, turning up her lip, because even though Klaus may call this grassy hole in the ground a pond, from where she stands on the rickety wooden landing, she can't see the bottom.

"We begin with the basics," he declared, stopping abruptly. "Concentration is key. You'll accomplish nothing if your mind is scattered.," He smirks, "Now come on with it, Bonnie. Walk across the pond." He states annoyed with her reluctance.

He leaves her without the encouragement he had shown her previously when it came time for her to display her magic and she feels a little slighted and insecure despite all the growth she had achieved for herself on her own last night.

Pulling at the laces of her boots, she tosses them to the side, bracing herself at the edge of the water in the clothes he picked up out of the nearest Walmart. Acid wash shorts and a thin t-shirt with the slogan, "Girls Rule, Boys Drool" in bright pink across her bra-less breast.

You’ve set a man on fire, Bonnie, you can do this. You can do this, she repeats in a loop while chiding herself for the childish want she has for Klaus to come over and hold her hand.

He yells at her not to take all day.

She closes her eyes, one-foot hovering over the water when he bellows from the opposite side of the pond, and she sinks.  Straight to the bottom, water filling her nostrils and over her head.

She flails about, splashing around, she kicks and kicks, and a white hand darts in her watery vision, and grabs her by the collar.

She gasps. Sputtering water and turning to her savior.  

He had jumped in, swimming them both to the bank, “We must add swimming lessons to your training,” He says, as they both trudge through the mud to the high dry grass.

She's annoyed and angry. 

"You knew I couldn’t do it." Soaked, she wrings out her hair, her shirt clinging to her breasts and taut stomach, her shorts, damp and dirtied from sitting on the ground next to him. "I can’t walk on water."

Klaus lies back on his elbows, casually picking at the grass while admiring the way her clothes cling to her. “That was the Nazarene, love. I want you to levitate over the water.”

She eyes him, noticing his red mouth curled into a smirk. “Levitate, huh?” she says, glancing back at the pond.

“Connect to your magic.” He urges, taking a blade of grass to gently stroke her arm. 

She looks down at him, remembering how the night before she had bodied her would-be kidnappers. “Those men were trying to kill me, I was scared and full of rage, is that where my magic lies?” 

He sits up, cavalier in his response, “It was the strongest emotion for you to tap into then, but it’s not the only source,” Klaus explains, his voice softening, his mischievous mouth tender in describing, “A witch’s magic has three access points.” He places a finger gently at her temple. “Her mind,” he says, trailing his hand down to the center of her chest, “her heart,” and then, with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow, his eyes lower suggestively, “and from the very source of life itself.”

She likes the way he looks in this moment, his face close to hers, his strong brow relaxed and smooth. It's as if being here with her is the only thing that matters, and she feels warmth spread inside her that has nothing to do with the sun. Without warning, she kisses him—a quick press of her lips to his, a smile almost dancing across her mouth as she does it, knowing she has caught him off guard.

The suddenness startles Klaus; there’s an imperceptible flinch that he quickly recovers from, a glint of surprise and something more in his eyes. Her smile deepens against his lips, and he kisses her back—less playful, more hungry. She responds with a soft moan as his tongue slides into her mouth, his hands pulling at her waist, urging her closer, until she’s almost beneath him.

Needing to catch her breath, Bonnie pulls away slightly, still close enough his lips brush hers. “Okay, I’m ready to levitate over water,” she smiles, determined.

Klaus laughs softly, his voice a low rumble. “I’ll be here to pull you out if you drown again, love.”

[r-memberme]

obliterated | k.m

⎯⎯ “And whose fault is that, love? You had to go and look so…so bloody enchanting tonight. Had me drowning in my own ruin.”

warnings: none I think

Klaus Mikaelson is, in a word, obliterated.

Not that he’d ever admit to it, of course. He is the noble and dignified hybrid, the terror of centuries, the scourge of continents—certainly not some hapless drunkard being hauled through the halls of his own bloody mansion by the one person who dares to manhandle him.

“Good God, Niklaus, you’re a mess,” you huff, readjusting your grip on his arm as he leans heavily into your side.

“A charming mess,” he slurs, voice syrup-thick and lazy, his usual sharp tongue dulled by whiskey. “And whose fault is that, love? You had to go and look so…so bloody enchanting tonight. Had me drowning in my own ruin.”

You roll your eyes as you half-carry him into the grand bathroom, its candlelit expanse entirely too luxurious for the task at hand. Gold-rimmed mirrors, an obscene clawfoot tub, plush towels stacked neatly—none of it suited for wrestling down an inebriated original hybrid.

Klaus stumbles, catching himself against the marble sink, blinking at his reflection as if it personally offended him. “I look devastatingly handsome, don’t I?” he muses, tilting his head. “Like a tragic poet. Byron himself would weep.”

“You look like an idiot,” you counter, shoving his hands under the running water. “And sticky. What the hell did you get on yourself?”

He frowns, lifting one damp palm. “Might’ve been…champagne. Or blood. Hard to say.”

You groan, reaching for the soap. “You are worse than a toddler.”

He hums, all smug delight. “Ah, but I’m your toddler.”

“I’m going to drown you in this sink.”

“You wouldn’t dare, sweetheart.” He turns his head, catching you with those devastatingly blue eyes, even half-lidded with drink. “You love me too much.”

You freeze for half a second—half a second too long, because Klaus notices. The grin he gives you is positively wolfish, despite the inebriation. “Oh-ho,” he drawls, words thick and clumsy but sharp enough. “You do. You absolutely do.”

“Wash your hands,” you snap, cheeks burning, heart hammering, anything to distract from the way he is looking at you like you hung the bloody stars.

He obeys, but only for a moment before he’s turning to you again, water forgotten. His hands land on your hips, damp fingers pressing against your clothes, and suddenly you are chest to chest with him.

“Klaus—”

“Shhh,” he whispers, eyes soft, dangerously earnest. “I need to tell you something.”

Your pulse stutters. He’s looking at you like he’s about to carve poetry into your soul, like he is on the precipice of something monumental. And he’s drunk.

You panic. “No! Not right now.”

His face falls, brows drawing together in confusion, then wounded offense. “I… I’m trying to confess my love to you.”

“Oh, for—Klaus,” you sigh, exasperated but utterly gone for him. “I know. That’s not— I just— I want you to be sober when you do.”

He stares at you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze. Then, before you can react, he slumps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek—clumsy, sincere, impossibly soft.

Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“Alright,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll tell you in the morning.”

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[eepwtf]

rip klaus mikaelson you would’ve loved attending high school and college just for the drama.

i feel like he would frequent the campus coffee shop, always seated in the corner, sketching his latest "muse" (who was inevitably flattered, then crushed, when he discarded them days later). he would join the debate team not for intellectual stimulation but for the sheer pleasure of dismantling someone's argument with his own rhetorical reasoning. intentionally joined a study group full of pre-med students, only to turn every session into a dissertation on 12th-century medicinal practices. “leeches, love. leeches were vastly underrated.” he would even crash a fraternity party or two. he’d stir up rivalries between roommates, plant rumors just to watch them bloom, and fuel unspoken crushes until they combusted in emotional spectacle.

[iturnlemonadeintolemons]

hello! this is my first time sending asks as a prompt, i'm a little nervous😅can you please write a drabble for KC's first kiss like with them being all nervous/ anxious about it? I love your drabble collection!

M for Mature

“So, what you're saying is,” Klaus says slowly, for the fifth time. “I can fuck you.”

It’s all Caroline can do not to roll her eyes at him. “Yes.”

He pauses for a minute, then speaks again, just as slowly. “No.”

“No, I said you could.”

“No, I heard that,” Klaus says slowly. “I'm processing.”

“Mm,” Caroline says, her irritation now growing. “I say that you can fuck me and you say I'm processing?”

Klaus sends a glare her way. “You're four years younger than me.”

“And legally an adult, so what's the problem?”

“And, it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Caroline has the strong urge to kick him in the balls. “When did you turn into Elijah?”

“I didn’t,” Klaus shoots back. “It’s—you're in high school.”

“For like, another month.”

“I'm in college,” Klaus goes on, apparently not hearing her at all. “You're Rebekah’s friend, I—yes, it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Cheers to that,” Caroline snipes, picking up her purse and getting to her feet. “Right, well, I'm going to go, seeing how I've made a fool out of myself by propositioning you when you clearly don’t want to sleep with me—”

“Well, I never said I didn’t want to.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” she asks hotly.

To his credit, Klaus looks appropriately abashed. “I was just saying…you'd probably regret it.”

“Whoa, give yourself some credit, buddy, I've seen the girls who walk out of your apartment in the morning.”

“Not that,” Klaus snipes, his ears red. “It’ll be awkward seeing me again and again after this. It’s not like you and Rebekah are going to stop being friends, and Kol—”

“Well, it’s not like we’re going to tell them about it.”

“What if they find out? I don’t want you and Rebekah fighting—”

“If she does find out, which she won't, I’ll just tell her it’s not her business. Which it isn't.”

“Well, of course it isn't, but—”

“Klaus. Do you not want to sleep with me? If not, just tell me so I can leave because, right now, I feel like an idiot.”

“It’s not that,” he says impatiently. “Of course I want you. You're beautiful, Caroline, and intelligent, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

Well, that was unexpected.

Caroline gapes at him. “You don’t do relationships.”

“But I want one with you,” he says firmly. “I don’t want this to be a one night stand, Caroline. I've fancied you for years, and I've wanted you since years, but I don’t want us to be something that we had once and then forgot about. I want you.”

Caroline opens her mouth, then closes it again. “So the reason you were stalling was because you want to date me?”

A flush rises up Klaus’s sharp cheekbones. “Do you not want to?”

I've had a crush on you since I was eight. Of course I want to.

Klaus takes her silence as a bad sign. “If you don’t want to—”

“Of course I want to,” Caroline bursts out. “I've always wanted to.”

The smile on his face is so beautiful it nearly melts her. “You do? You're sure?”

“Klaus,” she huffs. “I'm eighteen. I've had eighteen year old boyfriends. I know how this works.”

Klaus stands up slowly, his face almost at level with hers. “You do,” he says quietly.

“Yes,” she says a little breathlessly, because sue her, he's her first crush and still as hot as he was at sixteen, perhaps even more, and he's looking at her like he wants to eat her.

“So if I kiss you—”

“Maybe you should,” Caroline cuts in. “Just kiss me, I mean. Then I could kiss you back and you could stop pretending like you haven’t been looking at me like you wanted me since I was sixteen.”

Klaus sucks in a breath. “I—I'm sor—”

“No, don’t apologize,” Caroline breathes. “I wasn’t much better. Much worse, actually.”

“I seriously doubt that,” he whispers, then kisses her like he's drowning. Caroline moans as she opens her mouth, hands curled into fists opening and curling around his shoulder. Klaus slips his tongue inside her mouth and groans when she scratches her nails against the nape of his neck. His fingers drift over the waistband of her skirt, then move down to her legs.

“Is this alright?” he whispers, his hand against her bare thigh as he trails it upwards.

“Obviously,” she gasps, tugging it closer as she fiddles with his belt buckle. She’s honestly surprised with how fast she’s climbing. Klaus is a very good kisser, now leaving wet kisses on her neck.

Klaus’s hand reaches her hip under her skirt, and Caroline is very satisfied at the way he swallows. “Love,” he says, his voice unsteady. “Why aren’t you wearing knickers?”

“I think the better question is why aren’t you taking advantage of that fact?” Caroline demands, winding her fingers into his hair and tugging him closer. “Touch me.”

Her legs almost threaten to give out at the first brush of his fingers against her clit. “Steady, love.” The asshole actually has the nerve to sound amused. “I'd hate for you to slip.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Caroline gasps as his fingers move inside her, gripping his hair tighter.

“I certainly hope you do. Multiple times.”

Caroline groans at the steady climb he’s leading her on, and presses herself closer to his body. “I know the wall isn't the most practical place to have sex for the first time,” Caroline gasps as he tugs her closer to him as well, his mouth moving up her jaw. “But can we please get naked now?”

“Isn't the most practical place?” Klaus’s voice is teasing, completely at odds with the serious look in his eyes. “I've only wanted you since years. The wall is a very prominent feature in my fantasies.” He smirks, hoisting her up slightly to wrap her legs around his waist, carrying her towards the wall.

Caroline tears herself away from his lips with a gasp. “Wait, let me take my heels off—”

“Do not,” he growls, setting her down and lifting her shirt up, shoving his hands up her bra. “Leave the heels on, sweetheart.” His hands find their way to her back and unclasp her bra, leaving her torso bare. His laps latch on to one nipple, and Caroline’s eyes fly open.

“Oh, god,” she moans as he increases the pressure of his fingers slightly between her thighs. “Don’t stop.”

“Open your eyes and tell me how much you don’t want me to, then.”

She complies, letting out another moan at the look in his eyes. “Tell me,” he demands, the motions of his fingers slowing.

And she definitely can't have that. “Don’t stop.”

“Say my name,” Klaus demands, removing his fingers and licking them clean. He drops to his knees, his lustful gaze unwavering.

“Klaus,” she moans as he leaves a kiss on her inner thigh.

“More.”

“Klaus,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Make me come.”

Caroline actually shudders at the first swipe of his tongue against her cunt, keeling forward. Klaus stretches up an arm to steady her, gently pushing her back to lean against the wall. “Steady, love,” he says, sounding amused.

“Get your mouth back on me.”

He obeys, gripping her thighs and bringing them to rest over his shoulders. She sobs out his name when he thrust his tongue inside her, a wave of bliss cascading through her as her orgasm rolls over her.

Klaus kisses his way up her body, stopping to trail his tongue over her breasts. She moans when he kisses her, her palms flying to rest on his chest.

“How is it fair,” she gasps when she pulls away for air, “that you're still wearing pants?”

“Take them off yourself, sweetheart.”

“Do you want me to undress you, Klaus?” Caroline asks huskily, smirking at the way his mouth parts slightly. “Do you want—”

“I want you,” he growls, shoving down his pants, hoisting her up and carrying her to the sofa. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

“You don’t?”

“Mm, they're in my bedroom,” he says, kissing her sloppily. “Too far.”

“There’s one in my purse.”

Klaus reaches behind him blindly and hands Caroline her bag. She rummages through it with a fervour, letting out a triumphant sound when she finds it. Klaus snatches it from her, tearing open the packet with his teeth. She helps him roll it on, relishing the way his eyes flutter with her hands on him. Caroline places a hand on his abs and rolls them over, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance as she sinks down.

Klaus’s hands on her hips tighten. “Wait.”

“What?”

The kiss he gives her is almost sweet. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

“I've never been surer,” she answers, gasping out his name when she sinks down. “Klaus.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, his eyes looking into her with a reverence she’s never seen before.

When she moves, it’s heaven.

Klaus moans at the first thrust of her hips, tearing his lips away from hers. “You feel amazing,” he groans. “Do that again.”

Caroline grips his chin and yanks it up, looking into his eyes without stopping the movements of her hips. “Why’d you stop kissing me?”

“I honestly don’t know,” he moans, pulling her closer to kiss her again. “Fuck, Caroline.”

Their orgasms hit them almost at once, Klaus reaching down to rub her clit after he finishes, helping her come. They come down after their highs together, arms and limbs tangled together in a sweaty embrace.

Klaus is the first to move, tilting his head up to kiss her. “Mm,” she hums. “That was nice.”

“So much better than nice, love.”

Caroline agrees. Strongly. “Round two?” she suggests after a few minutes of messy kisses, tilting her towards the bedroom. “I can help you test out your new headboard and you can help me get cleaned off in the shower.”

She doesn’t think she’s ever seen a man move faster.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Four: Klaus Mikealson + Toys

It had started as a gag gift and then turned into something more private and serious. Though you aren't really sure if Klaus knows what a gag gift is.

You had both gone out, grabbing gag gifts of your own for each other. You grabbed the best of the best. Fart spray. Klaus on the other hand grabbed something rather sesitive, and private.

The night before you were supposed to leave for a family vacation with the Mikealson family. You set your trap, Klaus taking a shower and this time you had opted to not take one alongside him. Klaus was already suspicious of your option not to shower with him.

You set everything up. The sound of the water turning off lets you know that you have to get into postion. Just before Klaus walks out of the bathroom. You spritz a few pumps out of the bottle. You run back to the bed. Getting under the blanket and willing your heart to slow down.

"Love…" Klaus stops mid sentence, disgusts worps his beautiful face. "What the hell is that smell?" He asks, you look over him. Your phone in hand. "What are you talking about baby?" You ask with faux concern. He can't tell if you're lying to him, but he takes what you give him for a real answer.

You lay there as Klaus tries his hardest to get awya from the disgusting smell. Getting dressed in a low pair of sweatpants, and climbs into bed with you. The silence is comforting, and just as you get into your sleep. The warm hands of klaus land on your hips and drag you into him.

"Good night sweetheart." he whispers into your ear, and kisses you right under your ear. "Also I'm fully willing to get you back for earlier." He says in a husky voice. You shiver at the antipication, and his words.

The next morning you take a long and needed shower. From outside the door Klaus shouts that he'll get your outfit together. You don't mind the action, it makes you flaot whenever you walk out and there lays our outfit. When you do manage to get out of the steamy bathroom. Your clothes lay out on the beds edge. Panties and all.

You get dressed, and without even thinking about you gather yourself up, and get into the car. Klaus had already packed your bags alongside his own. You got into the passengar seat, and waited for him.

The car ride was filled with is favorite music, and then the sudden feeling between your legs gave you a shiver. Stopping you in what you were doing. The book flopping down to your lap. "What's wrong baby?" That tone, the mimick of his voice. "Oh fuck- nothing is wrong. Just this, um this book." You pratically moan out, the buzzing in your panties.

Suddenly clicks in your head, "Is this-" you shifgt and the buzz sensation goes straight to your clit and you can't manage to get words or thoughts out. "Are you… Is this your gag fuckin' gift?' You finally ask, as the buzzing calms down. Klaus smirks that devilish smirk.

The buzzing stops suddenly, and then you're back to reading your book. Distracted by the words, and the chacters stories. It's not till hours later when you're eating dinner with Klaus sister on each side of you. Your talking with Freya about a girl nights that you're just dying to go on, but then the damn smirk comes back on Klaus face as he listens to his brother elijah moan on and on about something so unimportant he's just staring at you.

The buzzing starts up again. Low at first, and then you can't ignore the feeling inbetween your legs. You can feel your face go red like the apples in the trees behind you.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Freya asks, "Hm," You half moan and hum. "just a little hot out here." Your voice breaks. "Oh, yeah I do have to agree it's a little hot out here. Don't know why we had to eat out here?" Freya says dramtically while turning to look at her two brothers.

The buzzing doens't stop, not even has your grip on the silverware turns white, and your thighs squeeze tightly to stop the buzzing. "Klaus can you.… um… pass the um the salad." You moan out, and you drop the silverware and reach out for the bowl.

"Of course baby." Klaus voice is once again husky, as he passes the bowl the buzzing increases, and you almost drop the bowl. "Maybe you should go take a rest Y/n." Rebekah says looking athe situation unfold. "Go take your girlfriend inside in the cool air Niklaus." She says strongly.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." Klaus says getting up from his seat, and going towards you. You stay still in your postion, and then latch onto his bicep. He's holding you up.

When you both reach the front french doors. You both stop for Klaus to open the door. As the two of you walk in Klaus whispers in your ear. "You feelin' good baby?" You moan asthe feeling hadn't gone away. Your high is so close then the feeling stops between your thighs. "Klaus!" You moan, "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum tonight."

Completed on: 08/09/23

Posted on: 10/24/23

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The Originals Master List // Kinktober '23

[rosedforbes]

I've been working on this for an embarrassing amount of time, but i finally mustered the courage to post it! this a gift for @galvanizedfriend , my favorite autor, moot, and dare I say friend, on tumblr! Yokan, I'll never stop saying that your fictions are the only thing keeping me sane at the moment, and they've always been a tiny lantern during some tough periods of my life. I really hope you'll like this little Drabble about Kleve 🙏

DISCLAIMERS: Eve is NOT my character, she's from Yokan's series The Wolf ! also, this is my first time ever writing a fan fiction, and English is not my native language, so please, have mercy.

maybe there's a god, after all.

That's the thought that has been crossing Klaus' mind for sixteen years, every single time he looked at his little girl.

After his experience with Marcel, Klaus has realized that raising a child into his own reflection is not a smart move. In fact, if Eve had turned out like her father, it would've been the very end of the whole human - and inhuman - species. Luckily for everyone, his beautiful princess is essentially the mini version of the only woman who shares the custody of his immortal heart with her: Caroline.

They couldn't be more similar if they tried. Like mother, like daughter.

If it wasn't for some specific details that Eve couldn't have taken from anyone but him, Klaus thinks that people would start questioning if Caroline made Eve by herself, without the contribution that is usually required to create another living creature.

That, is all him.

Even if he's quite proud – and grateful — about how Eve's turned out just like her magnificent mother, Klaus can't help but smile when he witness the appearance of one those details he mentioned before: the fondness for art, the passion for swords duels — a voice in the back of his mind reminds him of something Caroline said about this specific factor, "it's called fencing, Klaus. You don't need to kill your opponent anymore to prove your victory." or something along those lines —  the constant presence of dark humor and sarcasm in any of her conversations, and her gigantic, stormy blue eyes that are accompanied by a pair of dimples and a wicked little smile whenever she got something on her mind.

Something that Eve clearly hasn't taken from him though, is her way of showing emotions. Just like his wife, Eve wears her emotions like a second skin, which leads to her being a terrible liar. If she's happy, then the room will light up as soon as she enters it, and everyone can't help but be drawn to her joyful behavior. On the other end, if she's feeling sad, angry, or any other kind of negative emotion, then... Well, she would keep her mouth shut and open it just to make salty remarks, keeping an annoyed — yet adorable, if you ask him — little pout on her face.

That's how Klaus knows that something is wrong.

As soon as he sets foot in the compound, he's greeted by a very common view: Freya and Eve, sitting around the table of the living room, reading and chanting spells.

Normally, Klaus would walk towards them just to make them aware of his presence and to steal a kiss on his daughter's cheek as a brief salute, but he soon realizes that Freya is the only one writing down something in witch gibberish, while Eve is just quietly looking at her aunt, with a frowned expression all over her face.

His little wolf is so caught up on Freya's doing that she doesn't notice him until he's behind her, trying to understand what kind of spell his sister is casting, with a hand gently touching her shoulder. Eve tenses up at the touch, turning her head to look at him almost as fast as a regular vampire. As soon as she sees him though, she relaxes a little bit, offering him a tight lipped smile.

"Hey, Daddy," she says, voice so quiet and hoarse that he probably wouldn't have heard her if it wasn't for his vampirism. " 'm sorry, didn't hear you coming in."

Hearing Eve talking with such a tired and low tone makes his heart explode with concern. She's pure sunshine, his daughter, this cloud of negativity does not belong to her. Nonetheless, he tries to mask his thoughts with a tight lipped smile, looking down at Eve, "Don't worry, sweetheart," He says, moving his eyes to his sister, who hasn't left hers from the grimoires spread around the table even as he introduced himself, "Freya, care to explain what's happening or do I have to guess?" He asks with a tone that indicates nothing but irritation.

Klaus arches his brows in confusion, his gaze switching between Eve and Freya, as to ask for one of them to elaborate what he just heard.

Freya finally looks up, if only to send him a not-so-friendly glare, but before she can snap right back at him, Eve takes word, looking at him like she's about to have a nervous breakdown "Apparently, I'm on house arrest until the Jury," she indicates Freya with her eyes, before turning her attention back to him, "tells me otherwise."  She concludes, and the exasperation of her tone is almost touchable.

It's Freya the one that, with a sigh, steps in. "Some witches have been messing around with a kind of magic way too difficult for them to understand, leading to an imbalance that covers all New Orleans." She explains, rubbing her hands on her temples. "Long story short: right now, every witch in New Orleans is having trouble controlling their magic, especially the younger ones like Eve. In addition, being the tribid gives her an enormous amount of power which is hard to control on a good day, so it's better if we keep her under control, in a limited and safe space."

Eve rolls her eyes as soon as Freya concludes, shifting her position to show him the magic-restraining bracelet on her wrist. "I haven't seen this freaking bracelet in years. I thought I was finally free, but no, some dumbass witch thought it was a good idea to mess with something way too big for them to understand, turning me into a fu-"

"Language." Both Klaus and Freya interrupts her, giving Eve a warning look.

she glares at both of them, visibly annoyed.

"turning me into a freaking bomb." she grumbles, looking down at the pages of the grimoires.

Christ, Klaus thinks, he's losing points as the cool parent.

"Dad?" Eve says, looking at him with an arched eyebrow, like she's expecting something from him. "Are you still here? You haven't threatened anyone since you heard of this, and it's more concerning than a bunch of low-level witches messing around." She concludes.

Klaus takes a long sigh, pulling out his phone from his pocket to send a message to Caroline and the rest of the family. It takes all of his willpower to not storm out and look for this gang of inconsiderate witches, accompanied by nothing but his fury, showing them the treatment that is reserved specifically to the ones that put his daughter in a bad mood, but he recognized the fact that this situation is already unsteady, and there is no space for his impulsiveness, yet.

Well, the sarcastic remarks are only funny when they're not directed at him.

"Trust me, Eve, I have lots to say, but none of it is appropriate in the presence of a child." he retorts, switching his attention back to Freya. "I've sent a message to Caroline and to our siblings, they should all be here in about 40 minutes."

Freya simply nods, gathering all the magic stuff from the table. "I'll call Vincent." she stands up, giving a kiss on Eve's head. "I'm pretty sure he's more informed than us at the moment. Besides, another witch would be helpful."

"what am I? a ghost?!" Eve snaps when Freya disappears in her own bedroom. "I can't use magic, I'm on house arrest, this handcuff is back around my wrist and I haven't even had my daily bignets!" she explains desperately, curling on herself, resting her chin and arms over her knees.

Klaus can't help the low chuckles coming out of his mouth, something that earns him a dirty look from his little wolf.

"I'm glad you find my misery amusing. Father of the year, really." Eve says, enunciating her pout even more.

"Not at all, sweetheart. To be completely honest, I would love nothing more than to go fetch those witches myself and show them what happens when someone dares to upset my daughter," Eve promptly rolls his eyes at that, but he sees how she's trying to bite back a smile.

"However, Your mother would eviscerate me if my impulsiveness took place in a delicate situation such as this one."

"Then what do we do while waiting for mom to come home?" Eve says, and truth to be told, patience has never been a strong suits of her.

"Well, I did get that new painting set you've mentioned lately." He says with a grin, observing how Eve's pout changes to a wide smile between record time.

"The pink one?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"You're the best!" she chirps, jumping from her chair to wrap her arms around his waist, the bad mood evaporating completely from her body. Klaus can't help but smile when he looks down at his daughter, holding her close to him. Oh, how he wishes time would stop, just to remain like this for at least a decade, with his little girl safe, sound and happy in his arms, where no bad intentions can reach her.

"Come on, sweetheart," He says, grabbing her hands "let's see if those colors actually blend on their own." he concludes with a wink, leading her towards the art studio. He knows this happiness is going to be short-lived, but the least he can do is to keep Eve's mind occupied, distracting her from the stress of this situation. As he enters the room, Klaus notices that he's running out of dark red acrylic.

Well, it appears those witches are going to be useful, after all.

[backandimbamon]

inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋

“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”

“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.

Dreadful.

The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.

Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.

For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.

Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.

The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.

And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.

Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.

And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?

“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.

He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.

“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”

He’s not even hearing her.

The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.

Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.

The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.

Yeah, well, so did Hitler.

“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”

“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.

Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”

“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”

“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)

Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.

Elena abandons the sentence altogether.

Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.

Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.

He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.

He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.

“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”

(more here)