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calummss · 5 months
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Sweet Ultraviolence | Klaus Mikaelson
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summary: it was no secret that klaus mikaelson felt for you, but you didn’t, maybe deep down but not enough. so how do you react when the nortorious serial killer gives you the most fucked up surprise?
pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson
words: 4k
a/n: scene taken from the sexiest ahs scene ever. here’s a link !! probably my favourite klaus fic i have written. also smut!! i’ve written smut?? i’m not a smut writer so if it’s bad pretend it never happened….
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‘Just because I agreed to this doesn’t mean it means anything.’
‘This date?’
‘Don’t call this a date.’
‘Why?’ Klaus asked,grabbing his wine glass, his gaze sitting on your frame as he sipped the red liquor. ‘We’re at my house, eating a lovely dinner with a beautiful girl. By my definition it is a date.’
‘Please,’ you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you felt the warmth of the fireplace hit your bare skin, engulfing you in a hug. ‘You are fully aware of why I am here so let’s not read something into this.’
Sitting at a table with Klaus Mikaelson was not as romantic as it sounded. The dark walls pushing in on you, a dark gaze staring at you, darkness that made up the house. Even the plate of meat, potatoes and vegetables seemed less appetising as they normally would. Maybe it was the blood seeping out of the flesh that made you feel agitated, maybe it was the notorious vampire serial killer that so desperately wanted you to be his.
‘Still,’ he paused for a second, ‘you came.’
You yourself took a sip of the white wine you had mixed with sparkling water, the subtle bitterness biting your tongue, the warm fuzzy feeling of the alcohol leaving a familiar taste of comfort.
‘Klaus, sometimes I think you are so delusional, like how are you functioning?’
‘I function just fine, love.’
‘Get me another one of these,’ you held up your glass, lifting it to your red painted lips to drown the last drop of its contents. ‘And maybe I’ll continue to act like I am loving this dinner date from hell.’ You gave him a wide grin displaying your obvious sarcasm.
Klaus smirked, his twisted smile making your stomach churn. This would be a lot easier if he weren’t attractive but of course the maniac looks like he was carved by Lucifer himself.
‘That’s a tempting offer.’
He barely lifted his hand signalling the compelled boy that he wanted something. ‘Another white wine with sparkling water for my ravishing date, Taylor.’
‘Wow,’ you jested in fake astonishment, ‘so intimidating. Raising your hand, getting whatever you want…do you enjoy it? Getting everything with the snap of your fingers.’
‘Why wouldn’t I?’
‘You compel people to do stuff for you. Don’t you want people to do things because they want to? Care for you?’
‘No one cares about me, love.’ He chuckles, ‘I’m the monster, remember?’
You didn’t reply. You stayed silent, staring at him being the only communication amongst the quiet room, only the cracking of burning wood to be heard. ‘Why do you like me?’ You shoved the potato around your plate, using it to smear the watered down blood across the porcelain.
‘What’s not to like?’ Klaus shrugged his shoulders, leaning back into the chair, the definition of his abs to see seen through the thin material of his shirt.
You looked up from your plate. ‘Just answer the question, please.’
‘You’re like a ray of sunshine on a bad day. When I’m near you I feel you good nature rub off on me—makes me want to stay close. You’re kind even if not to me, you treat everyone the same and give chances to people that probably don’t deserve them. You help when help is needed and disregard yourself for others. You’re beautiful. You smell good, and the fact that I cannot have you makes me want you even more.’
‘I’m not something you can own, Klaus,’
‘I can’t own you love, but I can own your heart if you let me.’
Again you stayed quiet, scared that if you speak he could hear the smitteness in your tone, knowing that for a second he had gotten under your skin.
‘Admit that you are drawn to darkness, Y/n,’ his eyes stared into the most inner part of your soul, ‘even the purest of heart are drawn to it.’
‘I never said I’m not, Klaus,’ you took a sip of wine. ‘I like darkness. The unknown, the excitement…Just because I don’t like your darkness Klaus doesn’t mean I’m denying my thoughts or feelings.’
‘Keep telling yourself that.’
‘You aggravate me.’ You downed the rest of your drink again, setting it down with a loud thud.
‘Makes you more attractive.’
‘Taylor?’ You smiled over at the boy Klaus had compelled for tonight’s dinner, that what you had hoped anyway, ‘Do you by chance have any earplugs, sweetheart?’
Taylor’s eyes grew wide, pressing his lips together as he turned his head towards Klaus for further instructions. Klaus felt his stare but continued to stare at you with a grin.
‘What are you staring at, Taylor? Get the lady some earplugs.’
Taylor left soon after, leaving the two of you alone which made you chuckle at Klaus who didn’t deny your request.
‘What?’ He asked plainly.
‘Nothing.’ You cut a piece of the steak and let the blood coat your tongue, continuing to feel his eyes linger on your for the rest of the night.
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A week later and you were back at school. Vacation was over and reality hit. Thankfully you were seeing Mr. Saltzman today. A class you could pay a little less attention to since you sat in the back of the room, daydreaming away. You were too busy talking to friends that you didn’t realise a pair of eyes that stalked you from afar. Eyes watching your every move.
Finishing up the conversation you said your goodbyes to Dana and Heather and turned around to head towards the gym but when you took a step back you collided with a body making them stumble and spill their drink on the floor.
‘Oh my god, I am so sorry. Are you okay?’ You reach out to help Connor find his balance but he slapped away your arms, letting out a deep growl.
‘What is your fucking problem, bitch?!’
‘Excuse me?’ You drew your eyebrows together. It was clearly an accident. Why was he getting so worked up?
‘I said what is your problem?’ He came dangerously close.
‘Hey,’ his friend pulled him back, trying to reassure him that it was an honest accident.
‘You better apologise.’
‘I literally apologised, asshole. How about you pipe down on your ego and take a long second to reevaluate your life? Pathetic.’
Connor’s face turned red, his strength releasing him from his friends grip, his face too close to yours for your liking. ‘I’ve disliked you since I’ve known you, Y/n. Don’t give me more reasons to hate you.’
‘Get a life.’ You laughed out loud.
‘You better watch your back!’
‘Okay, Connor. Will do.’ You called after him as he left the scene,his head turning your way as you cleaned off the few drops of water that caught themselves on your fabric. Chuckling to yourself, you headed the way you were supposed to go and headed towards cheerleading practice, the anger giving you a surge of adrenaline that reassured you that you were going to nail the landing you had failed to complete for weeks.
Klaus had watched the scene from afar, his eyes trailing Connor as he walked past Klaus whose forehead creased, his eyes turning lifeless as he turned around and followed Connor to wherever it was he was heading to.
Practice was good and you were right; you managed to pull off the stunt earning you praise from the coach, letting you know that if you keep up the good work you will be the best cheerleader Mystic Falls ever had. You hated saying it but you lived off of praise. Was there a better feeling than being seen for your hard work and determination? Not really, but that was your opinion. You headed towards the locker room, your red cheer uniform starting to slowly take up some of the sweat from practice. It was late. Everyone went home instead of you. You wanted to perfect the new choreography and stayed long after practice ended. So when you entered the locker room it was dead silent. The squeaking of the locker made you flinch as you placed your water bottle into the side pocket of your bag. You were about to take out your bag to change when you heard the sound of droplets hitting the floor. Wet drops. Only then had you noticed that your feet were also wet. And it wasn’t sweat…it was too much for it to be just that… When you looked up to where the sound was coming from you froze. Staring up at the ceiling just above the lockers, the body of Connor hung from the wall. Broken arms and legs that were twisted inhumane. His intestines spilling from his torso, head hanging from his neck like it was about to fall off. His blood was dripping onto your locker, the smell of blood prominent and not something that could be ignored. As you stared up at him, taking in his lifeless body, a faint smile spread across your lips as you thought back on the scene earlier in the hallway.
‘You like my surprise?’ A voice sounded from behind you and you knew exactly who it was so you didn’t bother to turn around, too fascinated by the body hanging like a spider.
‘You did this?’
You heard his footsteps come closer, his heavy footsteps giving away his exact location whenever he moved, so much that after a few seconds you knew that he was standing right behind you, him too staring at the body.
‘I didn’t like how he talked to you or his lack of respect, his entitlement.’
You rubbed your lips against each other, turning around to slap Klaus across the face, feeling a painful sting across the palm of your hand, grabbing a handful of his shirt and getting up on the bench looking down at him. Vertical wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows, his eyes bigger than before. Fear. Fear that he had fucked up the last chance he had of being with you. Scared that you would never ever look at him again. Fear that he had lost you before he even had you.
You took your finger and slowly dragged it across his face, pulling down his bottom lips as you stared at him. ‘That is the most fucked up thing anyone has ever done for me,’ you stared into his eyes that were still wide, your lack of transparency making him feel sick. ‘That’s so hot.’ You dragged out, taking that fistful of his shirt and crashing your lips onto him, your hands roaming his hair, tugging as you felt him against you. His tongue running across your bottom lip, tasting what he had craved for so long. He continued to place wet kisses down your cleavage, continuing to kiss your legs, holding onto your ankle as he came face-to-face with the blood on your foot. Looking up through his lashes he saw you wipe away a single tear, inhaling the scent of blood before dragging his tongue across the top of your foot, licking the sweet taste of blood. Coming back up to kiss you again, you could feel his hot breath ricochet off your cheeks, his growling making your cunt ache from between your legs as he continued to kiss you.
‘I thought you hated violence.’ He breathed, allowing you to catch your breath.
‘I was wrong.’
‘Does that mean—‘
‘Shut up and kiss me.’
Klaus had never shut up so quickly, pressing his body against yours wanting to be one with you. Ripping off his shirt you felt him against your skin. His fingers curled around the hem of your panties, dragging them down your legs. You curled the finger around your top, ready to take it off but Klaus’ hands shot up to hold them still. ‘Don’t take it off. I want to fuck you in it.’
You suppress a moan as he lowered his head underneath your skirt, feeling his breath on the inside of your thighs, already making your legs tremble. You let out a quiet yelp as you felt his tongue licked your slit, closing his lips around your clit as he started to swirl his tongue around your cunt, sending vibrations through your stomach as you moaned. ‘Fuck,’ your hands grabbed his hair, trying to give yourself some stability. Klaus noticed your legs growing weaker. He picked you up with your legs over his shoulders and laid you down on the blood covered floor, feeling the blood go up your ass. Klaus continued to suck on your clit, concealed groans vibrating against your cunt, the knot in your stomach growing tighter as his tongue focused on your most sensitive spot. You could feel your thighs go numb from holding them up. Your breath becoming shorter the more Klaus dragged his tongue across your cunt, collecting your juices, making you realise you were about to come. You felt your muscles contract, your legs starting to shake as the knot tightened faster than it had ever before.
‘Fuck,’ you pressed air past your lips, ‘please don’t stop.’
Close to coming, Klaus gave one last suck before you felt your stomach explode, squirming underneath him as he continued to flick his tongue over your sensitive clit, making your body shudder with aftershocks.
‘Fuck Klaus, fuck fuck fuck.’
You felt Klaus press a kiss on your cunt before coming out from underneath your skirt, catching your lips so you could taste yoursef.
‘You like this don’t you?’
You nodded.
‘You like the way I touch you?’
You nodded again, feeling his hand make its way down to your cunt again.
‘Stop,’ you breathed, stopping his hand trailing down to your cunt that had craved his touch the moment he stared into your eyes. ‘Let me,’ You slowly dropped to your knees, blood staining them s you reached for his trousers, starting to unbuckle his belt, your fingers slipping off the buckle.
‘What are you doing?’ Klaus let out a suppressed smile, his head hanging low to see your hands undoing his belt, your lips caught between your teeth.
‘I want this.’
‘My cock?’
‘Yes.’ Another deep breath.
‘I thought you hadn't done this before?’
‘I haven’t.’ Having undone his buckle and strap, you grabbed his front pockets and pulled down the rough fabric, the bulge beneath his boxer meeting your eyes, a warm heat spreading through your legs. ‘But how do you know that?’
‘Watching you is my favourite pastime.’
‘You’re fucked up…’
‘So are you, love.’
Taking a gulp, you pulled down his boxers to release his cock that sprang against his stomach. Your breath caught your throat. It’s big. Klaus could feel his pre-cum pumping through him just thinking of your innocent lips tucked around the head of his tip. His chest swelled with air as he trailed his finger down to the base of his cock, twitching under his own touch. Your breath hitched, trying to get as much oxygen into your lungs, as you watched him come towards you, knowing that his size would make it hard to breathe. His hand stroked over his hardened shaft, collecting a small speck of pre-cum. You grabbed his thick pulsing length, a groan leaving his throat as your fingers wrapped around him. You leaned over, carefully licking his tip, slowly building your way to sucking on his head, spitting on it as you wet his pink cock.
‘Fuck,’ Klaus hissed, his dirty blond curls falling back as his hand tangled itself in your hair.
You gagged on his size, but you refused to let go of him, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. Saliva filled your mouth as you focused, moaning against him as he gently started thrust in and out, not wanting to hurt you.
‘So, so eager for me, aren’t you?’ He groaned.
His hands found their way to your hair, pulling your head back, allowing him further access to your throat. A mixture of tears, saliva and cum dribbled from between your lips, but he didn’t seem to mind, deep groans continuing to escape his pink lips. The slight sound of you gagging letting his moans increase in sound.
‘Such a pretty face. Look at you.’ He glanced down, staring into your eyes. ‘You look so good taking my cock. Your first time having a cock down your throat and you’re doing so well.’
A pool of cum was now dripping below you. You couldn’t help it, you were so turned on. You needed him. You need him inside of you soon. Growling, he pushed the head of the shaft past your lips, hitting the back of your throat. Klaus tangled his fingers into your messy hair, eager to push in deeper. You swallowed around his throbbing length, earning a huffed moan. You continue stroking him, your hand gliding along his shaft, your own arousal starring to grow
‘You’re so fucking good at taking my cock,’ he thrusted in and out of my aching mouth. ‘Your first time and you already know how to send me over the edge.’
He pulled out his cock giving you time to breathe. You gasped out for air, before he slid back inside of you. Pre-cum was leaking from his tip, the salty taste mixing in with your own spit. You pulled in your lips around his cock, sucking harder, your tongue pressing up against the head and circling around it. Your lips and throat we’re starting to turn numb, every thrust releasing a tear, every salty tear mixing with the shaft.
‘Look at me,’
Your eyes shot up and stared into his.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He moaned loudly before releasing into your mouth; hot jets hitting the back of your throat. ‘Be a doll and swallow.’ He worked hard to suppress a moan, jerking himself through his orgasm. Both of your chests were heavy—you had almost forgotten what breathing felt like. He huffed and dragged his fingers across your face, stroking your cheeks as he stared at you with sparks in his eyes. ‘You did so well, my love.’
Carefully grabbing you by your throat, Klaus pulled you up and swiftly turned you around, his hard cock pressing up against your firm ass as his hands glided over your tits, smearing the blood across your uniform and cleavage; drops of blood running down your chest as you placed your arms behind your head as Klaus started to place kisses again the thin skin on your neck, gently sucking on it, making the hairs on your body stand up.
‘God, you’re so fucking hot.’
You hummed in response, his mouth on your neck making it hard to concentrate.
Klaus brushed the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing you as his moved it along your cunt, adoring the way you whimpered at his slightest touch.
‘I thought you were a gentleman and wouldn’t fuck a girl so shortly after the first dinner.’
‘I’m not a gentleman tonight, my love. You make it hard to control myself,’ Klaus whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine that stopped before it reached your toes as he thrusted into your core making you shout out.
‘Oh my god, Klaus. Fuck you feel so fucking good.’
His cock stretched out the walls of your cunt that welcomed him, each thrust slowly adjusting to his size. His lips kept him busy at your neck and collar, leaving trails of dark marks. Hickeys or blood, it was hard to tell. You could feel the blood slowly dry out on your skin, but new blood spread across your body as Connor’s blood continued to seep out of him, letting you and Klaus be covered in his surprise. He began to pump his cock out of you with pace. Your hands grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, asking for more. Throwing your head back onto his chest as one hand wrapped around your throat, the other holding your waist.
‘Not satisfied darling?' He smirked against your skin, picking up pace as he pounded into you. Your tits moving with every thrust, the sound of skin filling the locker room.
‘You're so fucking tight.’ He grunted into your neck. 'It's like you were made to take my cock. Look at you, taking my cock like the good girl you are. Who would’ve thought you were so sick and twisted?’ You felt a new bundle tighten in your stomach. ‘Fucking in a school locker room covered in blood. God made me immortal because you are my match. Fuck, you feel so good.’
Those words felt like fireworks exploding inside of your gut.
‘Shit!’ You cried out in ecstasy, as he pulled you into a climax, sending your body over the edge. He kept on thrusting, overstimulating you, until moments later, he reached his high as well, and filled you up with his cum. Klaus stayed inside of you for a few seconds, breathing heavily as a sweat pearl rolled down his forehead, holding you tight in case your legs were to give in.
‘Your body was made for me.’ He huffed. Klaus slid his cock out of you, staring at you, slowly lowering you to the red messy floor, setting you down before laying down next to you, holding his head up with the palm of his hand.
You took a few seconds to breathe, catching your breath as your high started to fade, catching a glimpse of the body up high. ‘You can’t leave that there. I’ve got class at seven in the morning.’ You mused, gazing at Klaus who had blood spread across his chest. He looked so hot you could fuck him again.
‘Don’t worry, love,’ he reached for the bag behind him. ‘I know how to clean up messes. I’ve done this for over a thousand years.’ He placed a cigarette between lips, pulling out a lighter and taking a drag of the hot smoke. He truly was irresistible.
‘Have you killed a lot of people?’
‘Yes.’
You grabbed a knife that laid behind your back, the knife Klaus probably used to cut certain parts of Connor. ‘Would you kill me?’
Klaus took another drag over the cigarette, the smoke making his voice sound deeper than it was. ‘No.’ He shook his head.
‘Would you kill for me?’
Klaus stared up at Connor pointing at him, ‘You have to ask?’
‘There’s this guy, Dean Gabriel. He took away the only person I ever loved.’ You said, staring at the knife, feeling Klaus prop himself up. ‘He violated my sister. Made her feel disgusted, defiled her without her consent. She took her own life because that man ruined her life in twenty minutes. And whilst she is no longer here, he gets to roam around like nothing happened…’
Klaus leaned forward, his voice sounding huskier, ‘Just tell me where he is and he won’t see any more sunrises after I find him.’
Gazing at the knife, you swung your leg over Klaus to straddle him.
‘Promise me he’ll suffer.’ A tear fell down the apple of your cheeks, ‘I want it to be painful.’
‘I promise.’
You lowered yourself to kiss him, your tears mixing with the blood on your face as your heart was finally lighter than it had been for a while. All because of a surprise you enjoyed more than he had anticipated.
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fandoms--fluff · 1 year
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Don't Wake Klaus
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" You exclaimed while jumping on Klaus's bed.
He groaned and sat up, glaring daggers into your soul. You recognized that expression anywhere and quickly bolted out of the room, going downstairs where Elijah, Kol and Rebekah are seated.
"Quick, hide me" you latched onto Elijah's legs like a koala, closing your eyes tightly.
"What's wro-" Rebekeah got cut off.
"Y/NNNN" Klaus screamed, vamping into the room anger evident in his eyes.
"What did she do?" Kol amusingly asked, not trying to hide his grin at all.
"She woke me up, by yelling and jumping on my bed" he said not amused.
Kol burst out laughing, Rebekah stiffling a chuckle, and Elijah looking between the both of you.
"Now why are you closing your eyes?" Elijah asked noticing how they're squeezed shut.
"If I can't see him, he can't see me" you said loud and proud.
Klaus chuckled, "Okay, you're off the hook this time, Love but remember, I won't be so lenient the next time."
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moremaybank · 1 year
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Heyy! It’s pretty cool to see one of my fav writers on here is also a shifter 🥰🥰 I’m shifting for our fav hybrid lol would love to hear about any headcannons you have for Klaus and casual dominance 🥹🥹
casual dominance with klaus...
warnings none (i don't think)
author's note i feel like this is so short, i'm sorry😭 also i love finding other shifters <3
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klaus always has a hand on the small of your back whenever you two are out and about. he likes to lead you, and he also loves to have a hand on you at all times
he carries all your bags whenever the two of you go shopping together
he opens every single door for you (ex. your bedroom, when you're getting out of the car, etc.)
pulls out your chairs for you and tucks you in
"why don't you wear a thicker coat? you tend to run cold, and i don't want you getting sick."
speaking of coats, he'll put yours on for you
fastens your high heels for you, also zips up your dresses
loves putting on your necklaces and bracelets
"don't worry, love. i've got it covered."
drives you everywhere or compels you a driver so you don't have to lift a finger
when you come home from a long day he gets the shower/bath ready for you
steps in front of you and shields you if he senses danger from his enemies
pays for literally everything and ignores your protests because he wants you to be/feel taken care of
orders your drinks and brings it to you
if you're sitting next to him, he has a hand on your thigh or one clasped with yours
extends his hand out to you and helps you if you're walking up/down the stairs in heels
cradles your face or has some kind of hold on it when he kisses you
"love, you've been working for awhile now. why don't you take a break? i'll make you some tea."
"let me do this. you go and relax."
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(R) Blurb: Yandere Klaus Mikaelson- Don’t Leave.
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* Yandere (excessive obsession, and possessiveness. But crazy in love)
You’d been together for ages now, and Klaus had grown more and more in love with you over the years.
Something shifted and it’s not like you didn’t know it would happened but when it did it felt insane.
You and Klaus had gone out for drink. Coming back to mystic falls and brought drama like always.
The bar tender was new, someone working under Matt, and it seemed like they had no clue about boundaries. “What do you need doll?” He asks his voice laying it on thick Klaus thought as he watched the two of you interact from his seat in the booth.
“I just need two whiskeys, please.” You were so and to innocent to the man’s flirtatious behavior. “Oh a girl after my own heart, two whiskeys coming up.” He said briefly leaving Y/n at the bar by herself.
Klaus kept a good eye on you not bothering with anything, or anybody else. When the bar tender came back he had two glasses, handing them to Y/n he purposely touched your hand and Klaus was there in a matter of seconds.
Brows arched and a face that even scared you a little. “Keep your hands to your damn self.” He said to the young man, sweat and fear tore across the man’s features.
You looked at your loving boyfriend. “Let’s go babe.” You said sweetly. He let you guide him back to his booth. His eyes trained on the man behind the counter.
“You know I love you right?” You questioned Klaus, his eyes moved so quickly back to you l. “Of course I know that love, I just don’t..” his words falling from his lips. When you put your head on his shoulder, your floral perfume calmed him immediately.
“It’s okay Klaus, I know you’re just protecting what’s yours. I see it all the time with your family.” Y/n whispered but Klaus had heard it clear as day. He smiled slightly and kissed the top of his girlfriends head.
“Yeah I love you baby.” Klaus said while grabbing one of the glasses of whiskey on the table. Taking a short sip. Contentment was such a great feeling.
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Completed on: 12/03/22
Posted on: 12/04/22
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chronic-escapixt · 3 months
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Klonnie week - Enemies with Benefits:
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Blurb:
Ever since Klaus Mikaelson stepped foot in Chicago the supernatural residents left behind their carefree ways and lived in fear of the notoriously ruthless Original vampire, all except Bonnie Bennett, a rather formidable creature in her own right.
The Bennett witch caught his attention many nights at the speakeasy when she'd dance around in her short tasseled dresses.
She was aware of him all the while but had no intention of entertaining his advances, only speaking a word to him when she caught him feeding recklessly, piling bodies in the street outside the club, nearly blowing the cover of the entire supernatural scene in the city.
From then on, they had a tug of war- of sorts- Klaus verses the only witch not afraid to stand up to him. She wanted him gone and he wanted to get under her skin and he did, in more ways than one.
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Turn Your Back
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pairing: klaus x fem!reader
summary: in which the thought of almost losing klaus forces you to address your feelings for him
warnings: threats of murder, mild violence, choking, slight angst, enemies to lovers (sort of)
a/n: thank you so much for this request! i couldn't manage to include the smut unfortunately because idk, i just don't think i was in the right headspace to write smut but i hope you enjoy! also, i'm so sorry this is late.
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The cold air bit at your face as you ran through the woods, panic overtaking you as you searched for Klaus. The last you saw of him, he'd gone off in a rage. You didn't even know why you'd gone after him, or why you cared. Maybe it was because it was Christmas. Either way, you were currently rushing through the trees in the darkness, trying to find him.
And when you finally did find him, he was covered in blood and clearly dishevelled.
"What the hell?!" You found yourself shouting, your fist flying at his chest the second you got close enough. "Where the hell were you?!"
"I'd advise you to watch your tone, love." He warned, not a single shred of amusement on his face as he looked at you.
"The hell I will." You spat. "What the fuck were you doing?"
He didn't bother to offer you a response, but before you could say another word, his hand was around your throat and your back was against a tree.
"I told you to watch your tone." He snarled, his hot breath fanning against your lips as he leaned close to you. "I've had a rather stressful night, don't think I won't kill you."
You fell into silence then as his hand slowly loosened from your throat, and once you were free from his hold, you were quick to turn away from him as you prepared to leave. You were seriously regretting your decision to come out here looking for him.
"You're an asshole, Klaus." You simply said, your voice remaining calm as you kept your back to him. "Have fun going home alone."
But before you were able to take another step, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he dragged you back to him. "Don't you dare turn your back on me!"
"I shoulda turned my back on you ages ago!" You found yourself yelling now, your anger towards him finally bubbling to the surface.
You both fell silent then, his eyes burning right into you as you stood there, both of you waiting for the other to make a move. And it was you that was the one to reach for him first, your hands roughly gripping either side of his face as you dragged him down to you, your lips colliding in a desperate kiss.
And within seconds, Klaus had you pinned against the tree once more, his lips never leaving yours as his hands came down to grip your hips.
"I fucking hate you." You groaned against his mouth, your own hands reaching to grip his jacket, as he started working on your jeans.
He just smirked, before you felt the button on your jeans pop open. "I don't think you do, love."
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theeoriginals · 2 years
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stay | klaus mikaelson
pairing: klaus mikaelson x f!reader (she/her)
a/n: it’s been 84 years...
warnings: brief violence and murder, blood, minor minor angst and fluff. klaus is a softie
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Klaus’s chest heaves in angry exhaustion, his blue eyes dark as they gaze up at the group of witches standing before him with their hands held out. Chuckling coldly, he holds his hands out in a lazy gesture. “Face it, ladies, you tried your best but you’ve learned your lesson. Just give me back the girl, and I’ll let you live.”
Jane-Anne jerks her hand and Klaus’s arm cracks, and the hybrid yells out in surprise, his gaze immediately snapping to her. Shaking his head mockingly, he pushed himself to his feet and straightened out his healed arm. “Don’t say I didn’t try to help you.”
Before Jane-Anne realizes what’s happening, Klaus’s hand is wrapped around her heart and he squeezes it roughly as he pulls it out, dropping it carelessly on the ground as the two other witches yell out in grief.
As Klaus handles Sabine, Sophie turns and runs to the altar where Y/N is tied down, covered in blood Klaus hopes isn’t her own. In the brief second he is distracted with her well-being, Sabine takes advantage of it and rushes out a spell that has Klaus falling to his knees, grabbing his head in pain.
His yells echo out through the crumbling building, but the pain dwindles as Y/N’s screams suddenly drown his out. His head jerks upwards and he lets out a noise of worry and pain at the sight of her head thrown back on the concrete altar, a strange orange hue swimming underneath her skin like she was burning from the inside out.
Y/N takes in a sharp breath, chest heaving momentarily before the pain becomes too much and her screams take over again. Her yells mix with her sobs, and Klaus grits his teeth at the haunting sounds, pushing against the pain Sabine is inflicting upon him to stand on his feet again.
He grabs the witch’s arms and squeezes until she yells out, the bones breaking beneath his touch. When her spell breaks, he’s met with immediate relief and he doesn’t waste a moment to twist Sabine’s neck, effectively silencing her once and for all.
Seeing his approach, Sophie grabs the shining dagger and holds it threateningly above Y/N’s heart, making him stop in his tracks. “Put the dagger down, Sophie,”
“No,” She pants out, responding over Y/N’s cries. “She’s not one of us! She turned against her own kind for vampires!”
“You abandoned her!” Klaus yells, fear laced into his anger. “You left her no choice, so she came to me and I offered her trust, and loyalty, something you have no value for. Do not blame Y/N for your mistakes, witch!”
Sophie shakes her head furiously, a rabid, violent gleam in her dark eyes. “Witches that abandon their covens are monsters. If Y/N stays with your family, she’ll end up no better than any of you.”
“So, what,” Klaus pants, taking a small step towards the altar that Sophie doesn’t notice. “You take her powers for yourself and leave her for dead? If you haven’t noticed, I’ve killed what was left of your pathetic little coven.”
Sophie’s eyes dart behind him, horror filling them at the sight of Sabine and Jane-Anne’s still form. She clenches her jaw stubbornly, though, and looks back to the Original.
“I’ve got nothing to lose,” She shrugs. “If I kill her, you’ll kill me. You still lose.”
Klaus tilts his head, a sudden gleam of confidence in his eyes. “I don’t lose, sweetheart.”
Sophie swings the dagger down in response, but the offending object is stolen from her hand as Y/N swings up from the ground and flips it, stabbing it into Sophie’s heart.
The witch chokes out a noise of surprise and she stumbles backwards, grasping at the weapon protruding from her heart as a trail of blood spills its way out of her mouth and down her chin. As she falls to the ground, Klaus hurries to Y/N, eyes full of worry.
Y/N’s eyes flutter tiredly, the small burst of adrenaline she’d had gone from her exhausted mind.
“Y/N,” He grabs her hand in his, finding that he shakes as he holds onto her. “Y/N, please,”
Her weak grip tightens momentarily and Klaus nearly startles, leaning closer to her. “Y/N, darling,”
She takes in a sharp breath, but her eyes stay pinched shut as the last of the pain ebbs away from her, leaving her exhausted. Her fingers twist into Klaus’s, and the hybrid holds onto her as a desperate lifeline.
“Klaus,” She chokes out, writhing against the concrete she’d been magically bound to for what felt like hours. “Klaus.”
“I’m here,” He says softly, briefly registering Elijah as he disposes of the bodies littering the building. “It’s alright now, love, you’re alright.”
She smiles, exhausted yet relieved. She forces her tired eyes open and her smile softens at the sight of him above her. “You know,” She breathes out, squeezing his hand. “You’re a good distraction.”
Klaus chuckles breathlessly, relief coating his features as he helps Y/N sit up. With his hands on her waist, he grips her tightly, looking into her comforting eyes. “Stay.”
Her eyes widen at his outburst, brows twitching momentarily. “W–What?”
“Stay with me,” He shakes his head, quickly elaborating. “Don’t leave. Please.”
Swallowing roughly, Y/N nods. “I’ll stay, Klaus. For as long as you want me to.”
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lokisivy · 9 months
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King Of My Heart - Eddie Munson
(Part 2)
Warnings: sexual content, dark Eddie, Henderson reader.
Sitting in English Class, my body is here, but my mind is the closet with Eddie.
I can feel him on my lips, neck his hands roaming through my body, one of his hands groping my boobs a firm griping my waist. motherfucker got me on chokehold.
"Your so fucking hot." He said  in between kisses  grip getting tighter on my waist.
"Eddie," I moan, catching my breath, his lips on my neck sucking biting. His hand snuck to my skirt, brushing his fingers through my thighs. Slowly going up to my clothed heat. I moan a little too loud.
"You like that, Huh?" He stated more than asked, smirking
"Mhm" you nodded rapidly--
"Miss Henderson would you like to join us?" My teacher intruprted My daydream
"Sorry Sir its just an event full day." You smiled looking at Eddie he winked at me.
...
"Robin I'm not gonna have sex with Eddie it was just  build up tension and we got it out of the way yesterday." I said biting the waffle on my fork.
We are having lunch at a diner we do them every Tuesdays.
"You can't think that was it you have liked him since last year and he is super nice to you and he isn't nice to anyone." She said excitedly.
"Robin, he isn't stable with a future. I can't risk being with someone selling drugs for living. Besides, I'm better off on my own."  You said sipping coffee
"You were the one eyeing him and he was eyeing you back all the time so live a little fuck him a couple times and break up before graduation." She said biting on her burger.
"What if he is too good and I can't let him go I mean he fingered me and he knew what he was doing." You said
"Ew ew ew don't tell me that just fuck around nothing serious." She said cringing.
"Give me that." She gives me the burger in her hand. I take a bit damn that's really good.
"This actually good." I tell Robin.
"I know now give it back I gotta get to work in a bit." She said.
...
The drive home was peace full I dropped off Robin at the store, and now I'm on my way home.
Maybe Robin is right. Maybe this doesn't have to be serious, just casual no labels, no king of my heart, bulshit.
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loveeharrington · 1 year
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*ೃ༄ flufftober day 6: because i love you
prompt: candles, lanterns, fairy lights
summary: klaus mikealson takes you on a suprise date
writer’s note: thank you so much for the support on my (technically) first post for flufftober! i hope you all love this one just as much <3
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klaus had disappeared from the house earlier in the day, not telling you where he was going. a little suspicious but not worried, you decided to just stay at home with rebekah and hope he’d come home soon.
you slowly sipped on the teacup full of blood she had given you, listening to her talk about her latest love interest.
a shuffle came from the open door of the sitting room, klaus entering the room with a grand smile. he walked over to you, his hands wrapping around your shoulders. he whispered in your ear, “i have something to show you.”
his husky voice making you feel some kind of way, you nod and stand up, not bothering to say goodbye to rebekah.
“bye, bekah,” klaus said, the smirk in his voice apparent.
“yeah, thanks. taking away the only girl that will listen to me,” she says, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
klaus’ hand wraps around yours and he leads you down the long hallway, in a direction you had never been before.
the open door at the hallway allowed you a peak at a dimly lit ballroom. your heart beat faster in anticipation of what klaus had done. with him, you never knew if it was good or bad.
klaus pushed the door open when you reached it, showing you the room in full. the room had candles in every corner and on ever ledge. fairy lights hung from the trim of the elegantly painted roof. lanterns hung above everything, making you feel like you’d just stepped into a magical forest.
“oh, klaus. this is beautiful,” you say, causing a satisfied smirk to spread on his face. “why did you do all this?”
“because i love you, darling.”
you blush at that and he leans in for a kiss. his soft lips hitting yours, combined with the sharp sting of his fangs against yours. you loved every part of him, and wanted more of it.
his hands moved down to your hips, as he let your lips go. “want to dance, sweetheart?”
“of course i do,” you giggle.
klaus snaps his fingers and a mysterious track of classical music starts playing. your hands move to his shoulders and he starts to twirl you around the room. you move to every corner, the expansive ballroom all to yourselves.
sometimes klaus mikealson really had a soft side.
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plvtoandmoon · 2 years
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murder ploys - kol mikaelson
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Y/N sighed when she saw her boyfriend of two years walk into their apartment, "What did you do this time?"
Kol smiles, blood dripping from his chin, "Nothing..."
"Kol you are covered in blood which means you either slaughtered a town or pissed someone off..."
Kol smiles, "Why do you always assume it was my fault?"
Y/N smiles before moving closer to him, brushing his hair away from his face, "Because 90% of the time it is."
Kol moves his hands to her waist, touching the soft exposed skin, "In my defence, I really wanted to."
The girl shakes her head a small smile on her face, "Have I ever told you how annoying you are?"
Kol grins, "Once or twice. Now come on, shower time."
Y/N shakes her head once again, "This was all a ploy to get me naked, wasn't it?"
Kol smiles innocently, "I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about, darling."
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writing-the-stars · 2 years
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i want to ask for headcanons fluff, basically klaus mikaelson pampering the reader
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Tender Loving Care
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your loving boyfriend helps you to relax after having a stressful exam season.
Warnings: Implied Non-Sexual Nudity. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something
Word Count: 616
A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for requesting this. I know that this was requested to be a headcanon, but as I was writing, it just came out like a blurb. I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thank you all for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day!
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With a relieved sigh, you enter the Mikaelson Manor— your back pressed against the front doors as you relax for the first time in two weeks. You just finished up your midterms— which had made your life a living hell— and a two-hour drive from Whitmore College to Mystic Falls. You are absolutely exhausted and want nothing more than to lie down with your boyfriend.
You drop your duffel bag to the ground, excited to start your four-day weekend, your keys echoing around the vast expanse of the main room. It is now that you notice how unusually quiet the mansion is— the typical hustle and banter of the Mikaelson siblings suspiciously absent.
"Klaus!" you call, your voice reverberating around the manor. You slowly climb the grand stairwell, curious as to where they all are. You had informed Klaus that you were coming to stay for the weekend and the Hybrid seemed rather delighted, especially since he had been pestering you on when he could see you again. You call for the Original again, walking down the empty hallway, wondering if he had forgotten you were coming. You see a light peeking out from his bedroom at the end of the hallway and push open the cracked door, calling for your boyfriend once more.
"Hello, love," you hear Klaus's velvet voice from behind you.
You turn to face the Hybrid, his signature smirk on his lips, happy to finally be seeing you in person rather than through a screen. "I was starting to think you forgot about me," you tell the Mikaelson, walking over to his handsome figure propped against the doorway. "Forget about you, Y/N? Never," he tells you, placing his large hand on your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You giggle as the two of you separate, leaning into his touch.
"I missed you," you breathe out, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your head to his chest. He smiles down at you softly as he wraps his arms around you— he missed the feeling of having you tucked away in his arms. "I missed you too, love," he says, bringing his lips down to the top of your head.
The two of you stand there for a while, taking in each other's presence. "Why don't you go ahead and get undressed, love? Then meet me in the bathroom," Klaus suggests, pulling you back and meeting your confused gaze. He chuckles, placing another quick kiss on your forehead before entering his bathroom.
You do as you were told— your breath hitching as you take in the scene before you. The bathroom, solely lit by the few candles placed around the room, is decorated with large bouquets of your favorite flowers, providing the room a sweet aroma. Bubble foam surrounds Klaus as he patiently waits for you in his clawfoot bathtub.
"You did all of this for me?" you ask the Hybrid, touched by his romance. 
"Of course, love. I'd do anything for you."
A huge grin takes over your face as you enter the bathtub, slowly sinking into the relaxing warmth of the water below you. Leaning back into Klaus's chest, a sigh escapes your lips as all of the stress and tension you've carried for the past two weeks is melted away. You are grateful for the man whose arms are wrapped around waist— his secret attentive and caring nature keeping you sane and providing you so much comfort and love. You don't know what you would do without him by your side.
Klaus strokes your hips lovingly, occasionally leaving kisses on the side of your forehead as the two of you sit in silence— simply enjoying each other's company.
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calummss · 7 months
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Bleeding into Nightfall | Klaus Mikaelson
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summary: life is gloomy and you’re tired of repetitive days that don’t get better. you say goodbye to the world forgetting about once person in paticular—niklaus mikaelson
pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson
words: 3k
a/n: story of my life with the love of my life
tw: heavy descriptions of depression, suicide!!!
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Waking up every day was like waking up from the calm and facing the storm. Days bleeding into nightfall. Day after day starting to warp into each other, each day as listless as the day before. Mystic falls’ grey gloomy clouds constantly above your head as you managed to get out of bed. You kind of found common ground with autumn mornings. You enjoyed them more than any other morning but enjoy is a strong word for someone like you. Autumn mornings are dark that make it look like it was three in the morning. A time where nobody in this world expects a single thing from you. Just you alone existing in this world.
You brush your teeth.
Comb your hair.
Put on an outfit.
Make yourself look presentable so that nobody would be able to tell just how empty you felt. How draining it was getting ready when you could easily wear the same pair of clothes day and night. Forget about your appearance as you just try to pass the day.
Leaving the house you took one last look in the mirror with the same face you wish you could rip off, but instead you put on your best genuine smile that didn’t make you look like a manic sociopath and closed the door to make your way to school.
13 hours and 30 minutes to go.
Out of 24 hours you only feel okay for a couple. And it’s not even that you feel good, you just feel okay. You just try to get through the day. It’s been like this for a while. Time wailing past you, time wailing before you that has you trapped. You wake up. Go to school. Eat and sleep. Sometimes you don’t even eat or sleep. The easiest tasks seem impossible to complete. Why do you have to waste such a long amount of time? You’d be perfectly fine with only living eighteen years instead of eighty. You don’t do anything all day but you’re exhausted each time you lay down in bed, ready to shut your eyes. Still, you drag yourself through the day like cattle; unable to break free from what's holding you back.
The walk to school isn’t too long. Rustling leaves on trees, crunching of dead leaves that were kicked up into the air with each step you took, the thought of simply being a leaf on your mind as you barely noticed the person ahead.
‘I’m so sorry— Caroline…hi. I’m sorry,’ you lifted your head from the ground to see Caroline’s smile. ‘I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings,’
‘Yeah, I could tell.’ She gleamed, hooking her arm into yours as you continued walking the last blocks.
It was an okay walk. Your ears picking up different sounds of your surroundings as the mixture of sounds seemed to be blocking out your thoughts. It's too hard to concentrate on them.
‘Do you have anything planned for your outfit on Saturday?’ Caroline broke you from the chattering of your mind, hearing her voice bringing you back to the present.
You stared at her. Your eyes on her, your face hanging from your head as you stayed quiet, pressing your lips against each other as her smile turned to a frown.
‘Y/n, come on,’ she moaned, the sparkles in her eyes duplicating as she stared back at you. Her personality reminding you of the warmth of a fireplace on a cold evening. ‘It’s the school dance! It’s so important that we make these memories to look back on them when we’re old and wrinkly,’
‘I think I have enough memories.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean I just don’t really feel like going, that's all…’
‘Why not?’ She came to a halt, taking her arm from you so she could stand perfectly square of you, her arms folded in front of her chest as the wind blew her hair from the back.
‘I don’t know,’ you shrugged, ‘I just don’t want to go.’
‘Not even to please Klaus? I mean no offence—‘ (Caroline’s favourite way to start being offensive) ‘But no one knows what he sees in you. I mean he’s this grumpy old maniac that terrifies the vampire species and you’re just…you. A human with a normal life. A nice girl that just, in comparison to him, lives a boring life.’
‘I don’t know, Caroline,’ you huffed, picking up pace again, readjusting your school bag. Feet sluggishly bringing you forth. ‘He’s nice to me and he makes me forget certain aspects of my life but even for him I wouldn’t go.’
‘What’s wrong with you, Y/n?’ Caroline held you back again, stopping once more. ‘Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you seem off for a while now and I didn’t want to pry but I cannot hold myself back any longer. What happened? What is it that’s making you so glum all the time?’
‘I’m okay, Caroline,’ you half smiled, ‘I think I’d just rather go home and watch a movie or something.’
Caroline opened her mouth but before she could say another word you cut her off, ‘And before you offer yourself as my sleepover company, I think I’d rather be alone.’ You started walking again, the school doors only a few minutes away. ‘Besides, I know you want to be a good friend by wanting to come over but you and I both know that deep down you hoped I would say no because you want to go to the dance, and that is fine. Make those memories, Caroline! Your life has so many blank pages left to fill and I don’t want to hold you back! Go and have fun.’
Caroline immediately pulled you into a hug. Her perfume hitting your nostrils as you placed your arms around her, a quick smile forming on your lips.
‘Come on now,’ you took hold of her arm, ‘We need to get there on time otherwise Rick will have us doing detention the rest of the week.’
‘Do you think he dislikes us?’
‘No, I actually think it’s his way of showing that he cares,’ you let out a giggle that infected Caroline as you walked onto the school premises just as the bell rang for first period.
School was the same every day. Go to class. Pay attention. Write down notes. Stare outside of the window, the teacher’s voice fading into silence as your mind powered through to absent you from life.
Everyone seems so content with life? Why can’t I? What is there to be happy about?
‘Miss Jacobs, the action is here. Not outside.’ Mrs. Clark said, snapping your head to the front of the class. ‘If my class is boring you’re welcome to go outside.’
‘I’m sorry,’ you cleared your throat, sitting up straight. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Now, where was I?’
10 hours to go.
When the school bell rang for the last time, you started to clear your table and cram all your stuff into your bag, people pushing past you as everyone tried to leave. Out in the hall you quickly waved Caroline, Elena and Bonnie goodbye, ready to go home and sit in silence.
Plugging in your headphones you slowly started to walk home, music blasting through your ears and you tried to block out any sound from the world.
Trees and cars passed you, barely anyone on the pavement. You kept walking when you noticed a person in the distance; dressed in dark colours, stance confident and a face you could recognise from a mile away.
‘Hi.’ You gave him your best smile, not too much, not too little.
‘I hear there’s a school dance this saturday,’ he accompanied you towards your home. ‘I was hoping that I could ask you to the dance.’
‘I’m actually not going.’
‘Why?’
‘Don’t feel like going, that’s all.’ You shared a quick glance.
His pupils dilated, eyebrows drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. ‘Are you okay, Y/n.’ He gently grabbed a hold of your upper arm, the frequent blinking of his eyes telling you that you made him worry.
‘I’m fine,’ you chuckled, your crooked smile paired with dull, sparkless eyes not in your favour.
‘Don’t give me that bullshit.’
‘Klaus, please. I’m not in a mood to argue right now.’
‘Arguing?’ His eyebrows drew his eyebrows even closer. ‘We’re just talking.’
‘Look, Klaus.’ You stopped in your tracks, allowing yourself to stare up at his face. Lips plush, eyes squinted as his focus was on you. ‘I see that you want to go to the dance with me and if I were up to it I would, but I would just rather go home. Watch a movie. Be alone. Get away from all this,’ you sighed.
‘Okay,’
‘Okay.’ You breathed, ‘See you around, okay?’ You got on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his cheek before walking home.
‘Yeah, see you around.’ Klaus mumbled as you were already out of earshot, leaving him confused as to what was happening to you.
6 hours to go.
When you arrived home you went straight upstairs. Throwing your bag into a corner of your room as you wasted no time to change into more comfortable clothes like your lounging outfit (a pyjama). Down the stairs you walked into the kitchen, taking a bag of doritos and a bar of chocolate from the cupboard, a glass of water to wash down the junk and placed them onto the coffee table. Snatching a blanket from the living room trunk, you made yourself comfortable and put on the TV, ready to watch the Big Bang Theory and waste your time.
‘Y/h honey,’ your mother’s heels sounded through the living room. ‘It’s date night so we’ll be home quite late.’
‘Mhm.’
‘Make sure to get some healthy carbs and protein in you too, okay darling?’
‘Yeah, mom. Have fun.’ You said, your eyes haven’t left the screen.
‘See you later.’
The door closed. Silence swept the house. Your TV the only thing that sounded within the walls. Sighing, you took a row of chocolate and let out a half-sounded giggle as you continued watching TV.
1 hour left to go.
8:50pm; it was time to go upstairs. You put away the stuff you used, made sure the windows and doors were locked and the lights turned off. The floorboard creaked with every step you took. Going into your bedroom you halted in front of your dresser, picking up the framed family portrait that you took on a trip to the family cabin on christmas day.
Your lips started pressing together, your fingers on the back of the frame scraping against the wood as a blink of your eyes let the first two tears roll down your cheek. Your heart twisted, aching with every shaky breath you took, a sting of melancholy growing inside your throat.
4 minutes to go.
You placed it back on the dresser, taking another glance at your room before taking off to the bathroom where you closed the door and took a long look in the mirror: messed up hair, red puffy eyes that blinked uncontrollably, the face of a person you never got to know.
Wiping away your tears you opened the cabinet and grabbed the packet of razors you purchased just last week in preparation for tonight.
Taking a deep breath you climbed into the bathtub, letting your back fall against the wall, a new surge of emptiness growing as you realised that you were going to be utterly alone when you went.
The cold metal pierced into your soft skin like fresh butter. The warmth of your blood no longer flowing like it normally did but instead poured onto your skin. Quiet drips spilling into the bathtub, staining your clothes on the way. Once your blood started spilling you didn’t feel any great pain, it hurt, but it was manageable. You hoped it wouldn’t, however seeing all the blood that was streaming from your cut, made your heart start to beat at immense speed.
Then the sweating started to begin. Your body was damp, head to toe and toe to head. You thought back on the days you went running. Every time you finished you’d have the same, wet, and uncomfortable sweat sitting on your skin, soaking into your clothes. A deeply unpleasant feeling started to make itself noticeable, heart pounding in your chest, throbbing with pain, but there was nothing you could do. Neither did you want to. You wanted nothing more than to disappear from the earth’s surface. You didn’t need to be here. Trapped with nowhere to go. No one would miss you. You barely had anyone but yourself and that was all you needed. Even in death you felt comforted by your own thoughts. A very strong headache, accompanied by a loud, white noise ringing almost made you regret your decision. The room spun like crazy before your vision started fading out; the ringing got louder as darkness came for you…
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Klaus made his way to your house. He didn’t like the way you were acting before you left. Your behaviour hasn’t left his mind since you last spoke. He turned into your driveway and jogged up the stairs, ringing the bell to hope that you would open up to him. To let him make you feel better. To let you know that he would do anything to see you happy.
But you never answered.
‘Y/n, open the door.’ Klaus raised his voice, his fist hitting against the door.
No answer.
‘Y/n!’ He slammed the door again.
Still, nothing.
Klaus focused his hearing to see if you were home when he suddenly heard shallow breaths; breaths he knew belonged to you. Without wasting another second Klaus kicked down the door, his vampire speed taking him to the location of decreased breaths. Almost taking the bathroom door off its hinges, Klaus found you sitting in the tub; red staining your body, head hanging sideways.
‘Y/N!’ He bellowed, falling to his knees, his arms hooking under your lump torso, pulling you out of the tub. The lack of tension in your body making his heart fall into an empty pit.
‘No, no, no, no, no,’ Klaus’ hands grabbed the sides of your face, twisting and turning. Hoping that your eyes would flatter open and greet him with a smile. A smile he held dear to his heart. But they stayed closed, his eyes getting blurrier the longer he fought.
‘Don’t you die on me!’ Klaus bit into his wrists, placing it on your lips, letting the blood flow into your system, his shaking arm staining your lower half of your face red. ‘You do not get to die! Wake up! Wake up…’
You stayed still. Just as lifeless as before you weighed Klaus’ body to the ground, his tears falling to your chest, pulling you close as his heart ached greater than it ever had. His reason to be good went without saying goodbye, leaving him to be alone like he had been for hundreds of centuries.
Klaus has heard thousands of heartbeats stop. Seen thousands of bodies covered in blood. Thousands of dead people. He didn’t know why it was so hard to see you there when he had been through this a million times. He felt empty. Everything about you came crashing down, his hope for hearing you say his name draining into nothingness. Klaus’ breathing grew louder, his chest feeling like it was being filled with water, the same water that spilled from his lashes, staring down at someone he always put first; forever wishing he hadn’t let you go home by yourself that afternoon.
Suddenly your body jolted forwards, gasping for air. Eyes wide as you took a large gulp of air, your chest rising and falling.
‘Y/n?’ Klaus whispered, his hands back on your face. ‘Y/n, y/n, talk to me.’
You coughed in response, droopy eyes making it hard to see your surroundings, blurry vision fading into one big blob of colour.
‘Y/n, say something please…’
‘Klaus,’ you whispered so quietly, lips barely parting as you spoke.
‘Can you hear me?’
‘Yes, what— what happened?’
‘What happened, Y/n?’ Klaus’ voice increased in volume.’You almost died on me!’ His tone shook.
‘Am— Am I a vampire?’ You started to come back to your old self. Your vision clearing up, your ears no longer feeling like a tunnel.
‘No, my blood just healed you.’ He caressed your head, softly stroking your hair.
‘Why did you save me?’
‘Why?’ A frown painted his lip, ‘I care about you, Y/n! So much. You don’t deserve to die. How could you leave me without saying goodbye?’
‘I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Klaus because if I would’ve looked at your face and said those words, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. It would’ve made leaving so much harder.’
‘Look at me,’ his thumb swiped across your cheek, ‘this is the face of someone who will never let you die or get hurt,’
Your heart clenched as you looked at him, tears pooling at your lower lash line. ‘Klaus—‘
‘Please promise me to not leave without saying goodbye first,’
‘You have to promise, Y/n…’
‘What makes you think I don’t want to die anymore, Klaus?’
Klaus stared back at you; empty eyes, no thoughts to be said out loud.
‘Promise me to not kill yourself, seriously? What makes you think I won’t try to do this again? I love you Klaus, I do, but my love is not bigger than my will to live.’
‘Y/n, stop talking…’
‘Why? Because you thought I’d thank you for saving me? I didn’t want to be saved, Nik! I never wanted to. All I wanted was for all of this shit to go away and you brought me back to this shit.’
‘Y/n, please,’
‘Leave.’
‘What?’
‘I said leave!’
‘No!’
‘LEAVE!’
‘NO!’
Tears started streaming down your face, ‘Fuck you, Nik.’ And you stood up to go to your room.
Klaus stayed over the next several days. Sleeping against your closed door as he tried to patch things back up. But it was your decision to make a change, and your decision to forgive him.
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klaus listening to every single thing you say and committing it all to memory so he can surprise you later.
note i have no idea what this is, i’m just daydreaming about my original-hybrid husband. soft & romantic!klaus has my heart.
❥ you mention in passing that you'd love to go out for a picnic in the middle of nowhere and spend the day in tranquillity. not long after, the man drives you a little ways from home, blindfolds you and surprises you with a picnic in a large field of wildflowers. there's no one for miles, and the absence of bustling city noise isn't lost on you. just a cool breeze on a warm day, the sounds of the flowers blowing in the wind and the leaves rustling in the trees. there are heaps of your favourite pastries from the bakery down the street from the compound, a bottle of champagne (naturally), and loads of fresh fruits. he brings the book you've been reading so you can read to him, and he can get lost in your voice. "thank you for this," you smile. "it's my pleasure, love.”
❥ one day, klaus walks into your shared bedroom and notices you trying to cram a book into your already over-capacitated bookshelf. "love, that's never going to fit in there," he spoke. "well, where else am i supposed to put it?" a week later, your boyfriend leads you to one of the many abandoned rooms in the compound. he opens the door for you, and you step inside, your eyes gazing over the many ceiling-high bookshelves lined against each wall. your fingers brush over the countless spines of books you haven't gotten around to reading yet, many of the titles being ones you'd added to your secret (or so you thought) wish list. "you deserve to live out every single disney-themed fantasy you conjure up. this just happens to quell your desires for ceiling-high bookshelves like in beauty and the beast," he says. he can see how ecstatic you are, and he's reminded of how happy it makes him to help you achieve your dreams, no matter how big or small.
❥ "oh, and they do this huge carnival to kick off the summer. the mayor goes all out, and the town is filled with twinkly lights and the sweet smells of caramel popcorn and cotton candy. there's a ton of live music, and the sunsets are to die for. i really want to bring hope there one day. i think she'd love it." klaus lets you go on about your hometown, twirling your hair between his fingers as he watches your face light up with happiness. in his mind, he's already booking a week off to take both of his favourite humans up to your hometown so you can share your excitement with his daughter.
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(R) Drabbles: Klaus Mikealson- Laid Up
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It came out of nowhere. That’s just how Klaus was with everything and everyone. I’m one moments turn everything could change. He could go from anger to begging on his knees for you to love him and kiss him all over.
It was a rather funny thing that you sensed was ever changing with Klaus. Six months together well actually a full year together being the closest of friends and just now six months together. When it first happened it was extremely exciting. Klaus had dragged you almost all the way towards his room.
Louisiana sits high in the background, the sun has set and there’s a breeze in the hot summers air. Your sun dress is sticking to your hot skin has Klaus shut… more like slams his bedroom door. That night he doesn’t tell you he loves, but he shows you he loves you. Deep thrusts that make everything fell foggy and hot skin pressed together bruises that became darker by the second.
Months laters, Klaus is yet again tugging you into his bedroom. It’s become a shred space between the two of you. You bright color and twinkling lights with you, along with throw pillows he grumbled about how annoying they were.
“Fuck sweetness, do you know how pretty you are? My pretty little thing.” Klaus is saying as he combs a few fingers through your hair. He pushing and pulling you all over the room until you manage to make it to you bed.
When he does get you to the soft side of the mattress. Your knees hitting the back of the bed and causing you to fall on your back. Klaus is on you like flies to a light. Buzzing and throbbing to be right next to you right inside you. His touches this time are more delicate than most other times. He takes his time with you getting you clothes off and leaving sweet kisses to your hot skin.
The night is forever long in the best of senses. Klaus is powerful and strong with his ability to make you fall apart in your bed. You don’t remember how tou ended up under the sheets wrapped in Klaus arms, and you honestly don’t give two shits. Your body is hot and sticky, your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest.
What you do remember is being swooped up into Klaus arms. His breathing is slowing and he’s lightly brushing a finger over your cheek bone. The silence is completely comfortable. That’s until Klaus is back to tapping away, the words flow effortlessly out of his mouth. A sense of grace and ease flow as Klaus mumbles the first and hopefully the many “I love you”. You can’t help but smile even in the darkness you know that Klaus is smiling just as wide as you are.
When you wake in the morning the sun as already roses way above the cities sky. Your body aches and your hair is all over the place. Your eyes still feel heavy even though you’ve somehow slept over. Klaus has you wrapped up tightly in his arms. He always opts to be the big spoon when you lay down which you don’t fight him on.
“Hmm Y/n stop moving.” You heart a disgruntled Klaus murmur. His voice is filled with sleep, but he has yet to open his eyes. You’re trying to get out of the bed, your hungry and need breakfast sooner rather then later. You move again his Klaus hold, this time it’s a gentle squeeze that keeps you in place. “Babe I need to move.” Your words are soft and sleep ridden just has much as his are. “I have to pee!” you declare as Klaus sighs heavily letting his grip on you fall.
You don’t try to make a run for it after using the bathroom. You can hear the kitchen calling your name, the recipe for your home made pancakes is calling for you. You scrub the sleep from your face and enter back into the bedroom. You lay into the sheets, soft and warmth is still radiating off of them. Klaus peeks just one eye open. He sees your back and he pulls back into his arms. You two lay in silence for a while it’s comfortable, breathing is the only thing to be heard. That’s until your stomach is sending very clear messages.
The grumbling noises causes you to groan and you try to get up but those strong arms don’t let you move. “Klaus, please I’m hungry.” You exclaim, yearning for food is an understatement for how hunger you are. You can hear Klaus whine from behind you his head tucked into your neck. “Please just let me go make some food I’ll come right back.” You beg but there’s nothing but until your try moving under his hold. “No don’t go.” It’s a quiet sleep filled statement. You move once more and this time it seems to have woken Klaus up completely.
“No, you can get up you’re my prisoner for today.” Klaus says his eyes finally opened and looking at you. He yawns widely before throwing his around you keeping you forever close to him. “You can’t just starve your prisoner baby.” You say logically. Logic had been thrown out of the window though long ago when Klaus first saw you. “I can do whatever I want to you y/n.” Klaus murmurs, rough and tough like but still into your neck. “How about you and I go downstairs make food and then we can come right back up here?” You suggest, the puppy dog eyes are being thrown in your direction. “Are you sure?” Klaus asks like a shy kid in school. You hum and feel his arms loosen around your chest and waist.
As you walk towards the bedroom door waiting for your lover to follow sluggishly behind you. You can help but turn “Oh and Klaus I love you too baby.” With that your turn and leave the room bound for the kitchen and a plate in front of you.
Completed on: 02/28/23
Posted on: 03/06/23
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railingsofsorrow · 10 months
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loving you is all I know
[klaus mikaelson x reader]
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summary: all you could smell was blood. your skin was stained with it. your clothes drenched. what you needed was the silence and him. but he didn't seem to trust you on that.
pairing: klaus mikaelson x fem!supernatural!reader
w.c: 2K
warnings/content: graphic descriptions of violence; blood; injuries; mentions of dissociation during a specific moment; self-blame; fear of abandonment and not being enough for one to stay; lots of hurt/the comfort; murder talk; there's fluff (if you trust me); mentions of biting (lovebites!).
A/N: this turned darker than I expected it to. it was supposed to be a soft blurb but it became a lot more serious and complex. so go ahead, I hope you enjoy my view of klaus mikaelson <;3
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“May I help?”
Klaus peaked through the bedroom door. you noticed his voice wasn't as assertive as it had been before, it never was when it was directed at you. His tone never carrying an edge or a hint at something other than care.
When the killing spree happened the wolf could be seen inside his eyes, anger radiating off of every limb of his body as he tore off arms, legs and heads. You watched quietly as a smile spread on his lips when all was done. The blood was spilled and he was satisfied.
You weren't mad. You weren't horrified. You were used to it— unfazed by now. Klaus has never been a monster in your eyes, you've seen it yourself how kind his heart could be. How deeply he cared.
After a thousand years of being alive, your way of reacting to things may change. His were just a little bit... Unconventional.
Your eyes caught your reflection through the mirror. Blood. In your shirt. In your hands. In your face. You could smell the iron and you bet that anyone — vampire or not — could also smell it from thirty miles away.
Fuck.
You shouldn't be that affected by it. You've been bloodied before. You've entered situations like that before. Why were you so frozen now?
“Love.”
A knock on the bathroom door made you flinch, wrapping your arms around yourself in a form of protection. I'm home. I'm safe.
“I'm just going to take a bath,” you let out softly, unbuttoning your stained t-shirt. You didn't remember which color it was anymore, it was just deep red now.
“May I help?” the door creaked open, his hesitation to come in was clear. And you couldn't judge, you did looked like a wounded animal that would run away at any approach. “I can prepare the water the way you like it.” He bargained.
You heard the guilt in his voice and your heart clenched. None of that had been his fault. And still, he blamed himself for how you felt. You knew he did.
“Klaus,” you said, lifting a hand to touch the door handle. “I'm fine.”
“You're not." He paused. “And that's completely understandable.”
You wanted to be mad at him. Why had he give that affirmation with such certainty? But he wasn't wrong, was he? He just knew you too well.
“If you'd like to be alone, I can leave. Just know that I'm here whenever you need me.”
You might as well have lunged towards the door, fully opening it and grabbing his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “No,” you retorted, the other hand wrapping around his arm to bring him closer. It's you. It's you that I need. “Stay.” The words left your mouth in a whisper. “Please?”
He didn't need to be told twice.
“Okay.”
His touch was gentle as he helped you take off your clothes. You knew he was afraid to hurt you, more than you already was hurt — barely any physical wounds though. Those would heal quickly.
You don't know how long you spent immersed on the bath, after taking a shower to clean yourself from the all the blood. Your lashes laid shut in your cheeks as your mind finally seemed to give you some rest. Not only that, but Klaus's fingers massaging your scalp while he washed your hair was what made you drift off.
“Love.”
He brushed some of your wet strands away from your face, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Let's dry you up.” You hummed, leaning into his touch unconsciouslly.
“I want to stay here,” You retorted, raising a hand until it reached the back of his head, you started playing with his baby hairs. “Forever. May I?”
“You may do whatever you wish, my darling,” his breath grazed the back of your ear. “I'm only here to make it come true.”
The corner of your lips lifted slightly. A while later you turned to look at him, a silent request. pressing his lips to your cheek softly, he cupped you up in his arms, gaining a loud protest about ruining his shirt. He didn't care, he had plenty of those to spare.
“Is this one good?”
“Mhm.”
One of Klaus's shirt covered your upper body as you buried yourself in the sheets, sighing in delight. Oh, I'm home.
But something's missing — You thought, running a hand on the empty side of the bed.
Before you could call out for him, he arrived at your side, hands roaming over your the small of your back, pulling your body towards his. You went willingly, breathing into his familiar scent. A mix of cashmere wood and after-shave. There you are. you wrapped your arms around his middle, head tucked into his shoulder.
But before you let your body and mind rest for the day, you needed to say something. Or rather, he needed to hear something from you.
“It wasn't your fault,” you begin, tracing random patterns in his shaved jaw. The skin was smooth and he looked so young when he did it. “I know what's happening inside your head right now. I can see the cogs turning.” You let out the last part in a low voice, tapping the side of his head playfully. He looked down at you, studying your features with an unreadable expression. You didn't like because that meant he did not agreed with your statement. However, you'd take it because it also meant he was willing to listen to what you had to say. “You didn't hurt me, Klaus. If you hadn't gotten there, I'd be worse than I was. You saved me.” You inhale deeply. “There's nothing that you could do that would drive me away. I knew who you were before I met you. I chose you and I'd choose you again and again for as long as you allow me to.”
He interrupted you by cupping your face and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was warm and inviting at the same time. But it didn't gave indication to anything else, he just wanted you to know that he believed in your claim — or at least, he was trying to.
“The blood, it— it scared me,” you said, choosing to be sincere as well. That's what he always asked of you after all. That's what you asked of each other. “You know, when I'm fighting back, my brain shuts off. It works more like a... robotic reaction if you know what I mean.”
He nodded, encouraging to carry on.
“It sort of turns off during it and when the adrenaline wears off I'm just... Knackered.” you pause. “I'm working on it. It's a process. The point is: I don't blame you for what happened.”
“Sometimes, I think you should. You are allowed to.” Klaus argued. “My last name puts a target on your back. Everywhere you go. Haven't you ever considered how easier it was to live your life before I walked into it?”
“I have considered it. Yes,” You admit. The pace of his heartbeat quickening slightly. “But that is just a fact. And in the past. A past where I'd never go back to because you weren't in it. Precisely because you weren't in it. Klaus,” you said almost pleadingly. “I would've took off the moment I heard your name if I wanted to. Your reputation precedes you, darling.” He let out a scoff and you smirked. “But you have never been what people said. Not to me. You are kind, despite your stubborness in believing in that. You are protective, god forbid a threat to your family. And most of all, you are loveable.” You could see his jaw clench as he looked away. That wouldn't stop you. “You deserve love and you deserve to be cared for. You also deserve me even if you keep telling yourself otherwise.” You had to tilt your head to meet his dark blue eyes, he was too busy acting like a toddler avoiding your gaze. Your grin widened when you succeeded.
“I love you, Klaus Mikaelson.” You said, pecking his left cheek. “My life is exactly the way I'd want it to be,” then his right one. “...I don't want easier. I want you. I hope someday you get that through your thick thousanth-year skull.”
“Are you calling me old?” He poked your hip, making you squirm and slap his chest in response. A hoarse chuckle reverberated through the room.
“I saw you blush. Tickling me isn't going to change that.”
“You saw no such thing.”
“I did.”
“Did not.”
“You sound like a child—” a sound of surprise let your mouth as he switched you over. His arms supporting his weight as he kissed down your neck passionately, lowering to your torso. Your shirt lifted slightly.
“There's something you need to know.” he said gravelly, mouth working on your skin with diligence. You shivered at the soft bite on your stomach, he marked you there twice, fingers grazing the lovebites. When he looked back at you, he didn't have that haunting look in his eyes anymore. Something softer laid there. Conviction. “I love you,” he said, laying back at your side. “And you're brave. You're strong. There's situations we can't control how we feel or what we do. You said that I saved you. But you save me every single day just by being here. By choosing me.”
You blink up at him, not expecting those words. Communication was something essential in your relationship. That's why you were having this conversation in the first place, but hearing him say that you saved him was just— you didn't expect it. You didn't imagine he felt like that.
“I'm not letting you go anywhere. don't fool yourself.” He gave you a smug smile and you shook in laughter by the abrupt change. From love confession to murderous threat. “You are too involved.” You are half of me. You have half of me. Who would I be if you left? What part of me would survive? “i'd have to kill you.” He watched fondly as your face twitched with joy.
“Oh?” You lifted your head, chin resting against the back of your hands on his chest. “Really? That'd be a dilemma.” Your eyes glinted wickedly. “Better start now, Mikaelson. But have it mind that I'm always a step ahead of you.”
He couldn't even deny that.
“Are you?” He teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You grinned up at him, eyes wrinkling at the edges. Bloody hell. I'm done for. His brain screamed. “You're so bloody beautiful,” his eyes softened, a finger touching your lower lip. “I couldn't imagine my life without you in it.” Even if you decide to go one day. And it will destroy me. It will wreck every barrier I've ever build. “I love you. Always and forever.”
You laid your lips on his, kissing him slowly, gently. The world around you becoming dust while the only real palpable thing was his body and your touch.
And there it is. his mind flaring with you without his control, a dangerous combination but he was too far gone to be able to fight it.
“I love you too,” you breathed into his mouth, your grip on each side of his neck tightening as if you feared he'd slip away. Your body relaxing on his. “Always and forever.”
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fandoms--fluff · 7 months
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Annoying Brothers
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Female vampire reader x Rebekah Mikaelson
Summary: You comfort Rebekah after a fight with her brothers, turning the rest of the day into a movie marathon
Warnings: None, just fluff
a/n: Just a short little blurb I wanted to write.
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You look up from your book, hearing someone slamming the front door open and close. Placing your book down on the coffee table, you look over to the hallway and see Rebekah kick off her black heels in a flimsy manner.
Before you say anything to the blonde, she walks over and slams herself onto you. In the action, she makes you sit back into the couch with her head resting on your chest and her arm wrapped around your waist tightly.
"You okay, baby?" You ask your girlfriend. "Nik and Elijah are being arses" she mumbles, frowning.
"What'd he do this time?" You ask, knowing there are certain precautions to take when Klaus and Rebekah aren't getting along.
"He won't tell me anything, acting as if I'm not standing right in front of him. And anytime I try talking to Stefan or Elena, then I'm apparently a threat and he has to drag me away as if I'm his little kid or pet. And of course, Elijah agrees with him." she seethes, getting fed up.
You run your hand through her silky hair. "Before you go and set things of theirs on fire, how about we have a movie night? We can watch all those girly movies that Kol was about to throw away when you bought them" You smile softly.
"Really?" her eyes light up. "Really!" You kiss her forehead before she scampers off upstairs to her room and comes back down with the DVDs.
You take the one she picks out and put it into the DVD player at the TV stand. You take the remote, switch it to HDMI2, and after a couple seconds of loading and fast-forwarding ads, the intro to Mean Girls starts.
You go back to the couch and as soon as you sit down, Rebekah snuggles into your arms with a smile on her face.
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