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train-wrecc · 1 year

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Sundays

niklaus mikaelson x female!reader

word count: 2.3k

fluff!

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Y/n, Klaus, and Hope had been shopping for some new clothes for Hope. Albeit Hope didn’t need that many clothes seeing as you’d often find her wearing numerous variations of her uniform for the Salvatore School. However, Klaus spoiled the young tribrid. Always insisting to Y/n, “She’s a growing girl, my love, she needs them.”

“She needs 4 pairs of the same skirt in different colors, Nik?”

“She’s a Mikaelson love, it’s not about our needs, it’s about our wants. If she wants 5 Range Rovers in 5 different colors for each day of the school week, she’d surely get them.”

“Really?” Hope exclaimed turning to look at her dad.

“Why of course-”

“Not, sweetie your father’s just joking.” Y/n interrupted the hybrid, elbowing him in his side, to shut his mouth and not give the girl any ideas.

“Hope, honey, why don’t you go browse the shoes,”

“You’re so right mom, I’ve been dying to get a new pair of combat boots!” Her voice trailed off as she headed to the store's shoe section.

“Klaus, I thought we talked about this, we need to stop spoiling her.”

“Love, you talked, I simply sat there and listened.”

“Well, clearly you didn’t listen hard enough.”

“Honestly love, I don’t see what’s so wrong with giving her the things she wants, you know it’s how I show my affection,”

“I know Nik, but sometimes she needs to work for what she wants, we can’t just reward her for nothing.”

“How absurd of you to say that. We’re not rewarding her for nothing, we’re rewarding her for being my daughter-”

“Our daughter.” Y/n raised her brows while correcting him.

“Yes, our daughter, and for being a tribrid- I mean that can’t be easy, look at my past, and I’m only a hybrid…”

“Bub, I think that’s just you… and have you forgotten you’re not the only hybrid here?”

“No, but you’re a Heretic, sweetheart, don't you think there’s a wee bit of a difference there?

“Either way that’s not the point, Nik.”

“Alright, darling, I will try to spoil Hope a little less. Happy?”

“Yes, now let’s go find our daughter,” Y/n said before placing a small kiss on the Hybrid’s full lips.

After loading their expensive SUV with even more expensive bags of various clothing, jewelry, and shoes, the Mikaelson girls had become a little hangry.

“Nik, just stop at the grill, we’re starving.”

“Oh please, not that wretched place,”

“Niklaus, I swear if you don’t-”

“Alright, the Mystic Grill it is.”

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At first, Niklaus refused to order anything from the grill, while Y/n and Hope ordered their favorites. Hope saw Landon working out of the corner of her eye, he’d been working there for a while now, and she’d thought he was kinda cute.

Hope quietly talked to her parents about what she’d been learning in her History of the Supernaturals class. After, Y/n gave Hope a sneak peek at her lesson plan for the upcoming Monday in her very own Advanced Magic class. Which, Hope was in, of course. Her mother was not only a teacher at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted but also a very powerful witch.

“Where’s our waiter? I’ve been wanting to order a Peanut Butter Blast, and Nik stop eating my fries when you said you didn’t want anything! I’m saving them for my shake.” Y/n said pulling her plate away from the thief she called her husband.

Niklaus held his hands up in mock surrender, stealing another fry when his wife wasn’t looking. Hope giggled at her father's antics, she loved her parents and hoped one day she would find someone to love her, just as much as they loved each other.

Y/n saw a waiter with curly hair passing by and stopped him, “Excuse me, could I get 2 Peanut Butter Blasts with whipped-“

“With whipped cream on the bottom?” The boy finished.

“Uh yeah, how’d you know?” Y/n questioned, a laugh escaping her lips.

The boy made a small gesture towards Hope with the pen in his hand. “It’s usually how Hope orders it, just assumed...and now I know where she got the idea from.” He answered with an awkward smile.

“Hey Landon,” Hope said returning the awkward smile.

“And how do you two exactly know each other?” Klaus questioned the pair.

“Well, I come here pretty often Dad, and Landon goes to Mystic Falls High, so yeah…”

“Mmm,”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Landon,” Y/n spoke with a smile to try and ease the tension that Niklaus had created.

“You as well, uh, I should go and get that order in,” He said before walking toward the kitchen.

“You’re not dating anyone until you’re 100, I hope you know that,” Klaus said to his tribrid daughter, who responded with a roll of her eyes.

Klaus received a nudge in his side from Y/n, as Hope spoke up, “I don’t even like him like that, he’s just a friend, Dad.”

“Sure,” Niklaus said his words coated in sarcasm while Y/n snorted in amusement at her daughter, in an attempt to hold her laughter in.

“Just ike you’re mother and I were just friends, and look at where we are now… and no matter if you don’t like him, he clearly likes you Hopey,”

“Yeah right,” Hope said with the same amount of sarcasm as her father.

The group of three finally decided to head out once they had received their shakes, Y/n taking her fries as well. The car was filled with the hum of a jazz song that reminded the Mikaelsons of their true home, New Orleans. Of course, the only reason the Mikaelsons had left was to give Hope a proper education and expand her knowledge of her species; how to control her powers, and her heightened emotions. If there was one thing that Y/n and Klaus wished for their daughter it was that she never used her abilities for bad, for her to not follow the same path that her father once had. Albeit they would love her no matter what, always and forever.

Once they had made it to their expensive abode, Hope took her new wardrobe - with the help of her parents up to her room. She finished reorganizing her closet and went downstairs to be met by her father painting in their shared art room dedicated to their favorite shared craft. Hope joined Niklaus, placing her easel beside his, before beginning to besmirch the white canvas with various colors. The pair were focused on their own work, like usual, speaking a few sentences here and there. The pair preferred to bask in the comfort of the others presence. Hope truly loved her father, she knew he had made numerous mistakes in his extensive life, but she never held those against him, she knew of the abuse her father suffered in his childhood. It was that abuse that had shaped him combined with the heightened emotions of being a hybrid, made him prone to violence. Nevertheless, Klaus would never intentionally hurt his daughter in any shape or way, he had continuously made the effort to not jump to violence the second he felt upset or irate. Most of the time he would begin to feel anger or any emotions that would make him feel overwhelmed, he would often go somewhere to cool off and take a breather. He promised he would never raise his voice at his wife or daughter.

Nik accidentally bumped into Hope when he had been adjusting his canvas, causing her to create a large streak of red paint across her canvas. “Dad!” Hope blurted at the man who had caused her to ruin her masterpiece. “Dove, I’m so sorry, I swear it was an accident.” He said sincerely, looking at her canvas; he didn’t know when she had become a better painter than him.

“It’s alright,” She sighed.

“Here, go at it,” He turned his canvas toward her.

She gazed up at him before looking at the canvas, which was a painting containing two people with a little girl inbetween them with their hands clasped together in a field of flowers taking up the foreground, in the background the Salvatore Estate.

“Is that you, Mom, and me?” the girl questioned her father.

“It is indeed,” He replied with a nod.

She took a separate paintbrush and dipped it into a gray-almost-black color, adding the shadows of the figures to the canvas. Before her father could process it she swiped the paintbrush across his nose where freckles used to lay.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that, Dove.”

Klaus reached for one of his larger paintbrushes filled with a previous color of paint he’d used swiping it across Hope’s arm. Giggles, laughter, and shrieks filled the room and bounced off the walls. The sounds of happiness mixed with the clacking of feet running.

Y/n placed her book on the side table beside the oh-so-comfortable la-Z-boy chair she had begged Klaus for. She made her way to the large art room, practically the size of a large dining room, where she heard various noises. When she opened the door, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting, however, it was not paint strewn all over her handsome husband, beautiful daughter, and the floor that was thankfully protected by a clear, plastic tarp. A laugh escaped her lips at the sight of the two loves of her life flicking paint at each other. The sound made the two glance at the door, where Y/n stood slightly in front. The pair of artists quickly glanced at each other, silently conversing. They then ran toward Y/n, pulling her into a tight embrace and getting paint all over her, matching the other two. This caused her to squeal, the father-daughter duo pressing kisses to Y/n’s cheeks, resulting in various giggles escaping her lips.

“Alright, alright, thank you for the kisses,” She said trying to speak through her laughter. Y/n pulled away from them, returning the kisses, placing a kiss on both of their cheeks. She was looking at her little family, eyes filled with pure adulation, heart beating with nothing but happiness.

Suddenly a painting grabbed Y/n’s attention, two figures that resembled her and Nik and another stood in between them, which resembled a young Hope in a field of Y/n’s favorite flowers. Her old home, the Salvatore Estate in the background.

“Nik… you painted this…” She murmured, knowing the painting had his own artistic touch to it.

“Of course, my love.”

“I love it, it’s beautiful…” She murmured, her scintillating eyes meeting his light blue eyes. She placed her hand against his cheek, gently caressing his face before pulling her husband into a short gentle kiss filled with fervor. The two lovers pulled away, due to their daughter being in the room, and not wanting to scar her.

“We should hang it in the foyer, both of them,” She smiled at her two artists.

“Whatever you want, my love,” Nik replied, his arms gently caressing Y/n’s waist.

“Also, we need to clean ourselves up, today’s Sunday so we're going to your Uncle Stefan’s for dinner.”

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The Mikaelsons arrived at the Salvatore’s house, and 2 other cars were already in the driveway. All of a sudden the front door swung open and Stefan and Caroline's son Cayden ran out to greet the family, as they unloaded from the SUV.

“Auntie Y/n, Uncle Nik, Hope!” He excitedly exclaimed.

The young boy threw himself at his aunt, happily squeezing her in a hug.

“Hi, sweetheart, how are you?” She said, caressing the seven-year-olds back while returning his embrace.

“I’m amazing! You know who isn’t? Sadie, she’s sad because her boyfriend broke up with her…” The young boy whispered the end of his sentence. “Oh my poor girl,” Y/n said.

Cayden ended up letting go of his aunt to greet his uncle just as excitedly. They began walking into the house greeted by Stefan, Damon, and Elena sitting on the large couch. Hope immediately went toward her aunt, greeting her and pulling her in for a hug. Nik greeted the Salvatore brothers before sitting down with his nephew, who immediately began to go on, and on about various topics.

“Stef, Damon!” Y/n exclaimed, pulling her younger and older brother into an embrace.

“Hey Y/n/n,” They greeted her in unison.

Y/n talked with the pair for a little before, she and Hope made their way into the kitchen to greet Caroline along with Sadie. They were shocked to find Rebekah, Marcel, and Rowena, their 10-year-old daughter, seated on the stools by the island.

“Bekah!” Y/n shrieked, bursting with joy at getting to see her sister-in-law, that was more of an actual sister to her. She hugged the woman tightly.

"Hi, love, how've you been?" Rebekah questioned the woman, who was still hugging her.

"Good, you'd know that if you visited more, I haven't seen you in months!" She exclaimed.

"I know I'm sorry I promise we'll visit more often." She responded, gently pulling away from the hug.

"You better, and why didn't you tell us you guys were coming!" She said lightly hitting the vampire on the shoulder, causing her to feign pain.

"We wanted to surprise you." She smiled at her sister.

"How's Nik, he giving you any trouble?"

"Oh always, you know how your brother is," Y/n laughed, “No, I’m kidding, he’s amazing but don’t tell him I said that, his ego’s already big as it is.”

“Are you ladies speaking of me? I heard the word ego…” Niklaus popped into the kitchen, his hand immediately finding it’s place on his wife’s waist.

“Speak of the devil,” Rebekah said.

The family aided in making dinner, which took quite long considering all the catching up and shenanigans that had occurred just like every Sunday dinner. It didn’t matter what was going on, family dinner was a must every week. Always and forever.

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A/N - The ending’s really crappy because I just wanted this out of my drafts and I honestly forgot where I had been going with this… also I have so many drafts that stop at 3k because I can never make it past 3k I truly don't know why, and I literally can't write fics that are like simple an around 1k. I have to make the most complex's plots and then never finish writing them 😭

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rere-the-writer · 2 years

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Title: Mother, dear

Pairing: Mikael M. x Heretic!Black!Reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Heretic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Mikael, Soft!Mikael

Summary: Elena and Co. learn that the Mikaelson's parents are very protective

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it.

Elena let out a scream when a knife flew pass her head and into a werewolf while both Elijah and Klaus looked unfazed. Damon was shocked seeing the wolf drop, it was suppose to be a meeting between Elena and the Originals about letting the human live a normal life. That was until a group of wolves attacked them. Both Elijah and Klaus were vervain and wolfbane while Damon was tied down with vervain ropes and the wolves trying to take Elena to have leverage against Klaus.

"I suggest you let my boys go." Your voice reached their ears, both Elena and Damon was surprised to see you standing in the doorway. You were a 900+ year old vampire and both Elijah's and Klaus's overly protective stepmother.

"Your boys?" The leader wolf questioned looking you over. You looked non-threatening but the two Originals knew better as Mikael wouldn't had married you for no reason.

You were just a Queen's handmaiden back in 1190 when you met the Mikaelsons. You were a woman that had no time for nonsense and Mikael was an over protective father who kinda fell in love again. Mikael had grew overly protective after Freya's death and even more after Henrik's which annoyed Esther seeing Mikael hover over their children.

"Yes. The two Originals." You said as Elena was surprised while Elijah and Klaus groaned if you were in Mystic Falls so was Mikael.

"Look I can care less about a baby vampire and doppelganger. So hand..." You were cut off by a werewolf wrapping a hand around your thoat. Which didn't last long as the wolf fell over dead.

"Do not touch my wife and let my sons go." Mikael growled hand covered in blood. You sighed as much as you loved your husband, you wish he would ease up on your children. You walked over to Elijah and Klaus freeing the two and Elena watched how soft you treated the two.

"Mother....there was no need to bring father." Elijah groaned just laying his head in your lap too tired to fight the vervain in his system.

"Sorry darling but he followed. You know how your father is." You say softly running your fingers though Elijah's hair relaxing the vampire. Klaus also leaned against you feeling just as tired.

Mikael had done everything for his children. Making sure they feed, making sure Esther doesn't find them, always taking on whatever pain they could face. You knew how much of a brute Mikael was before his first born but now.

'The world seemed to stop whenever I first held each of them. I knew I would do anything for them.' Was what Mikael told you when you first asked about his past. Mikael dropped the body and was by you three right away worry settling over his face as he began to look over Klaus since he seemed worst.

"Niklaus? Are you alright? What do you need?"

"For...you to...not baby me." Klaus growled weakly pushing Mikael away. It was always Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah that got of Mikael's over protectiveness. Mikael was unimpressed by Klaus as he lifted the hybrid laying him on the couch.

"I'm sorry....but who are these people?!" Damon asked seeing Elijah being practically being cuddled by you while Mikael rubbed Klaus's back still worried about the hybrid.

"This is our mother Y/N and father Mikael. They have followed me to Mystic Falls no doubt." Elijah said weakly wrapping his arms around your waist groaning in pain. Elena frowned confused as Damon was surprised.

"I thought the Original witch was your mother?"

"Birth mother but no mother of ours due to the whole trying to murder us thing." Klaus huffed feeling a little better and Mikael went to get your sons some blood. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing both Originals being babied by you. It was odd to Damon since it was clear you were a younger vampire than the Originals, yet here they were treating you like their mother.

"Mother, why have you came?" Elijah asked looking up at you feeling you run your fingers though his hair.

"Your father wanted to help Niklaus and to bring the family together." You said softly looking worried as Elijah closed his eyes. Mikael returned with blood bags and handed you one to feed Elijah. Both Damon and Elena watched surprised and unsure on what to do.

Mikael was angry for one Esther was alive and two the witch treated you like you were nothing but some maid. Of course the siblings watched their father grow more angry with Esther after passing comment the witch made about you. Esther glared at you seeing you sitting with Finn just talking. Since being undaggered Finn hanged around you just like Elijah, both were mama boys.

"I have a announcement." Esther said making herself known to her family ignoring how Mikael glared at her. Everyone looked at the witch unaware of her plan.

"I have decided that we should have a ball. As a family we should show that we mean no harm."

"That means I can take mother shopping!" Rebekah squealed happily standing up and Esther smiled.

"I would love that Rebekah."

"I said mother not you Esther." Rebekah said taking your hand dragging you out of the room with Finn following after. Esther left in a huff angry as in the witch's eyes you stole her family.

"Stop messing with your tie love." You say softly fixing your husband's tie looking up at the Viking. Mikael huffed kissing your forehead letting you fix his tie.

"I worry Esther is hiding something." Mikael says moving a hand along your curves. The dress you wore was a deep red and backless, it had a beaded bust and flowy skirt prefect for dancing.

"No worries my love. If she is we will protect the children." You say looping your arm though Mikael's walking out to the ball. You looked out seeing your children with their dates while Esther looked down at everyone.

"Ma, I want you to meet Bonnie. Bonnie my mother Y/N and father Mikael." Kol says smiling as Bonnie shook your hand. You saw how happy Kol looked with the young witch.

"I hope my darling son has been a gentleman."

"Oh...he has ma'am." Bonnie says following your eye sight up to Esther then looked at you seeing you wink at her. Bonnie caught on to your signs to keep an eye out for Esther and it didn't help that the Original witch met with Elena.

Murder, Esther wanted to kill her family and was going to do it by linking them together. You couldn't stop it due to the stronger witch taking you out first. Finn pressed a cool clothe to your forehead worry written all over his face.

"How is mother?" Elijah asked walking into the bedroom suit jacket gone along with his tie. You layed in your bed in the thinnest nightgown you owned under just a sheet.

"Weak....she can't keep down blood. How's father?" Finn said sounding tired since he was the one up with you the most other than Elijah.

"Niklaus and Kol had been trying to stop him from rampaging though the town. Rebekah is getting answers from Elena."

"Babies....my sweet boys...if I..." You rasped out making them jump and Finn wiped the sweat from your face.

"Shhhh mother. You will be fine, save your strength. Bonnie will fix this." Elijah says softly brushing your hair from your face. You smiled weakly watching your boys clean up around your room.

"I broke the link but as for curing Y/N ...it'll take longer." Bonnie tells Klaus frowning before diving into her grimoire. Klaus looked at Kol worried that Bonnie was over working herself and looked into getting another witch. While Mikael was with Elijah and Finn taking care of Esther.

"How are you feeling mama?" Rebekah asked opening a window to air out the room. You smiled weakly at Rebekah feeling her lay next to you holding your hand.

"A bit better my sweet girl." You whispered breathing slowly making Rebekah frown. You felt your daughter press closer and you knew she was worried.

"I'll be okay, love." You say softly running your fingers though Rebekah's hair relaxing and she began to fall asleep.

You woke startled feeling Finn at your back and noticed your other children also in the bed. You felt better and smiled feeling Elijah mumbled in his sleep pressing his face into your abdomen. Klaus was behind Rebekah who was still pressed against your side while Kol was piled onto Elijah.

"They wanted to stay with you." Mikael says leaning over kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Understandable. Where is Esther?" You asked reaching for Mikael's hand feeling happy lacing your fingers with his.

"Dead and hopefully she stays dead." Mikael says rubbing your hand and you both just relaxed watching the siblings sleep. You both just wanted to enjoy the quiet before they woke up.

"Should we tell them?" You asked feeling the siblings press closer squeezing you. Mikael chuckled kissing your hand before looking at your abdomen.

"Later, let's enjoy our moment together."

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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Girls Night

Pairing: Klaus x Fem!Reader, Rebekah x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Pining after Klaus Mikaelson for twenty years has left you absolutely heartbroken. All Rebekah wants to do is alleviate your pain.

Warnings: A Little Bit of Angst, Excessive Drinking (Both of Blood and Alcohol), An Act of Typical Vampire Diaries of Violence. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the Klaus Mikaelson WIP that I promised you all. Don’t worry there will be a part two, so be on the lookout for that! Also, just for the sake of clarity, reader is a Heretic in this one. Thank you always for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day! Here is the link to the song used in this imagine

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You miserably sit at the foot of your bed in the Mikaelson Compound, a pout resting on your lips as you use your vampiric hearing to eavesdrop on Klaus’s conversation with his latest conquest. You tended to be grateful for the enhanced abilities becoming a vampire granted you, loving the advantages, but on days like this, you cursed your gifts.

Klaus Mikaelson is a man well known for his charm– his long list of lovers over his thousand years supporting that fact. Despite your better judgment, you fell for that seductive nature, just like every other misguided girl on his list. It was bound to happen with all the time the two of you spent together over the last century. It honestly did not come as a shock to you, you just wish you had the same effect on him as he does on you.

For two decades now, you've watched with green-eyed envy as Klaus has brought home his collection of women, wooing and seducing them– a piece of your heart breaking every time. Your head knew that you should let him go and move on, but your heart remained adamant that he was the one for you. You couldn’t free yourself from the burden of his unrequited love even if you tried, and oh how you tried. You once went as far as Australia to attempt at getting him out of your head, but you always found yourself right back in New Orleans. You were drawn to him, connected by some invisible force that pulled you closer every time you'd try to leave.

Rebekah watches you with sad eyes, propped against your doorway as she sees how her brother's libertine behavior is tearing you apart. With you being her best– and one of her few– friends, it upset the youngest Mikaelson to see you so distraught, especially over her bastard brother. But there was nothing that could be done about it, Rebekah knew that better than anyone. The only thing that could alleviate your pain was the man who was causing it.

"You know, it helps if you don't listen," Rebekah informs you, making her presence known. You startle, having been so engrossed with Klaus that you had not heard her arrival. A defeated sigh exits your lips, knowing she's right, but you just couldn't help yourself. Even though you know the pain that comes along with it, you want to hear all the romantic words leaving Klaus's lips. You want to hear if there is a difference in the way he speaks to her than with the other girls. You want to know if Klaus is falling in love.

However, when the conversation turns into something more passionate, you can no longer bear to listen– an uncontrolled heartbroken sob escaping your lips. Rebekah speeds over to you, wrapping you up in her arms as you sob into her chest, supporting the weight of your emotions. She brushes her fingers through your hair gently as she sends a multitude of curses towards her older brother for putting you through so much heartache.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. Niklaus Mikaelson is not worth your tears," she tells you, a sad smile painted on her lips. "Let's get out of here," she offers, lifting your chin up with her slender fingers, "I’ve suffered through many heartbreaks myself and I know the perfect way to get over them."

You allow her to whisk you away, desperate to make the pain go away.

A joyous cheer reverberates from your chest as you drop the unconscious barfly to the floor. Rebekah shares in your delight, finishing off her bottle of tequila, glad to finally see a smile on her best friend’s face. "Bartender, make me another drink!" you command the woman behind the bar with a laugh— her body moving mindlessly under your compulsion.

Your dearest friend saunters over to you, draping her arms over your shoulder. "See, darling, isn't this better than crying over my bastard brother?" she asks you with a grin, her words slurring slightly due to her tipsiness. You nod your in agreement, downing a shot of whatever concoction the bartender created.

You gasp in realization as a brilliant idea pops into your head. "You know what this party needs? Music!" you announce to the crowd of compelled patrons who cheer amusedly, having a fabricated night of their lives. Drawing from the eternal source of magic flowing through you, you turn the bar’s radio on, finding a station that satisfies you.

"Dance with me," you beckon to Rebekah– the two of you wildly jumping in time to the music. You toss your head back, laughing carelessly as the alcohol and blood mix in your system making you feel weightless. The grief of your unrequited love for Klaus Mikaelson is only a mere throb in the back of your mind.

The fun you two are reveling in is interrupted when Rebekah receives a phone call eliciting a frown from you. "Boo," you pout, drawing out the last syllable as she answers it.

"Nik, how wonderful for you to call."

Your frown deepens at the mention of his name, the feelings you had been suppressing starting to rise. You turn to the closest bar patron near you, sinking your teeth in, trying to forget everything. The song on the radio changes and a squeal of delight leaves you. Releasing the guy, whose blood is beginning to pool around him, you begin to dance to the intro of one of your favorite songs.

"Open up to the night

Our bed is underneath a heavy moon

Cast a doubt"

You begin singing along as you climb on top of the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila on your way.

"Like a shadow walking through the corners of the room"

"C'mon dance with me," you motion to two beer gluttons sitting at the bar, helping them to get up there with you.

"I always thought I'd have a full tank to go

But not tonight, you're running low

I always thought I'd find my own way"

Taking a swig from the tequila, you dance with the two men, swaying your hips to the beat and letting your hands fly freely. You laugh feeling infinite as if this moment will never end. Everything leading up to now and everything that will come after is irrelevant to you, what matters is the limitlessness you feel in this very moment. The absolute freedom.

"Everybody dance!" you shout– the bar denizens cheering their praise as they begin to join in. You cheer, reveling in the joyous atmosphere you created inside the bar, disconnected from the world around you. A hurricane could have just struck New Orleans and you would not know. Taking another swig of tequila, you brace yourself, take a deep breath, and belt out the chorus of the song along with the artist.

"It's driving me crazy, and you can try to lie

But you're not gonna, not gonna deny

No, you're not gonna, not gonna deny my love

And you can run to the hillside, you can close your eyes

But you're not gonna, not gonna deny

No, you're not gonna, not gonna deny my love

You can't deny my love"

Rebekah returns, having finished her conversation with the hybrid, and cheers you on as you jump wildly and erratically, losing yourself in the music. The two of you continue in this manner throughout the second verse of the song– singing, dancing, drinking, and laughing. However, by the time the chorus comes back around, your pity party is ruined by the very man you were having this party to forget.

He watches you from the entrance of the bar– an amused smirk lighting up his face– as you drunkenly dance around the bar top. The smirk falls from his lips when you begin grinding against one of the bar patrons, a surge of rage and jealousy rushing through him. Rebekah, ever the instigator, gives you a round of applause, singing your praises and raving about your performance. A proud grin spreads across your lips at her praise but you weren’t done. Wanting to give Klaus a real show, you pull the man closer to you, leaning in for a kiss, but are met with air. Brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes open to come face to face with Klaus's chest– the drunken man’s heart in his bloodied hand. You frown, realizing the night of fun has come to an end.

"Alright, the party's over. Everyone out!" Klaus yells at the compelled patrons, who are still dancing away in the silence, angry at your little display. "Party pooper," you pout, crossing your arms as Rebekah whines a "Nik," both of you behaving like petulant children.

"Now," he demands and you get down with a sigh, knowing even in your drunken state it’s best not to test Klaus’s patience. You join Rebekah in compelling the surviving bar guests to go home and forget everything they witnessed tonight. Once the last denizen leaves the bar for the night, you turn to Klaus– angry that he ruined your girls' night with Rebekah. "Why'd you do that?" you question him, gesturing to the lifeless corpse on the bar– the irritation clear in your voice, "He didn't do anything. We were just having fun." Klaus sends you a murderous glare and you realize just how furious he truly is.

"Fun? You call that fun. Whoring yourself out to some men at a bar."

Normally, you have checked the Original Hybrid for a statement like that, but given the current circumstance, you thought it best not to provoke him. You blurt, "It was Rebekah's idea!" looking to save your skin and deflect most of his wrath while simultaneously throwing your friend under the bus. The Original takes offense to how easily you gave her up, but you take comfort knowing that she is Klaus's favorite sibling, so she is most likely going to come out unscathed.

"I don't care whose idea it was. You're going home, now." Without a moment’s hesitation, you and Rebekah whisk off to the compound– surprised at how easily he let you off without so much as a lecture.

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Art in different ways

Klaus Mikaelson x Black Heretic

warnings: smut, kinda kidnapping, really flirty klaus , blowjob , backshots , anal , dom reader , (this reader got the gyat btw)

We found love by Rihanna blasts in the air. Pink bright dresses everywhere , the aesthetics went from chic , to hooker. Homecoming is tomorrow and I need to find the perfect dress. I look at every dress in the boutique. I finally find THE one. The dress is black and shimmering with glitter and at the bottom there's a small cutesy bow. I'm definitely going to eat up for prom. I take the dress up to the register and watch the cashier pack it up.

"Your going to do wonders for that dress" said a man with a deep british accent.

I turned to see a man with light brown hair, green eyes and a cheeky smile. He was mighty fine. "What's your name love"?" he asked. I tell him "Y/n Reid". He looks at me and examines my whole person. "Let's go for a chat"

He takes me back his house and shows me around. His house looks like a mansion. The architecture of it was made beautifully.

"I hope I don't have to take anyone's heart out for you" He says and laughs low. He looks to me and smiles , I smile back. This man was so fine and I'm in his house. He brings me to his art room, what really caught my eye was a drawing. It was a person hugging their knees and there were strings attached to them, with skulls surrounding it. It freaked me out at first but I somehow could decrypt what it meant.

He walked towards the table and took the drawing off it. "You like this ?" He asked. I shake my head yes and ask "What made you draw this" I look at him and in his eyes he looked really hurt like he was mentally in pain.

"A artist never shares their inspiration, someone might take it and twist it" He puts away the drawing and takes my hands and looks at me. His eyes are blue with a hint of green in them. "You're so beautiful Y/n" he says. I smile and it feels like I'm blushing. He raises his hand to caress his thumb on my cheek. He moves his other hand to the back of my neck and pulls me in. He kisses me.

His lips are so soft and they taste like faded cherry chapstick. His tongue and my tongue were fighting. He grabs my waist and I make my hands to the buckle of his zipper. He's rock solid, it feels like a hard ass brick. From that I could tell he was packing. I pull it out and his member shoots up to the sky. He leans back on a wall and I get on my knees.

I placed his cock in my mouth, my nose all on his groan. I motion my head back and forth. His dick had to be like 11/12 inches. Instead of a bbc he had a BWC. I look up to him and he's already looking down at me. He was admiring me. I smile at him and lick his tip. I kiss it and lick all around it. "Stop teasing love" he moans. I get back too it and the whole room sounds like someone is blowing in a ballon with a hole in it.

He grabs my head and starts fucking it. His thrusts are fast , it feels like sonic. He groans loudly, "I can't wait to fuck you" He nuts and I swallow , some of his cum dripped from my lips. I lick it up and he smiles. He grabs me and then grabs my ass gripping it. He speeds off really fast with me into his bedroom. It was literally sonic boom.

"You're a vampire" I say

"And your a heretic"

"You want too stop" he asks. I look at him, he had his shirt off. His pecs looked suckable. "Hell no" I said as I grabbed his face kissing him, I threw us on the bed. I put my hand on his abs, keeping him down. My super strength came in clutch. I climb on top of him and I put it in. I whisper in his ear, "You should've told me earlier , I could've showed you my tricks". He looks at me and whispers back. "I got a trick for you"

He turns us over and bends me down infront of him. He caresses his dick on my hole and puts it in there. His trusts start slow and he sped up after every shot. The room sounded like gunshots. I tried to control my moans but they were out of control. Klaus was moaning too, his sounds were so deep and sexy. My ears were in heaven. He grabs my waist and I feel it in my stomach.

We go on for like another hour or two. He finally nuts. We both fall back on the bed, my head is on his chest and his hand on my ass. "We should do this again" he said.

"I wouldn't pass on that"

#blackreader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson smut #klaus x black reader #the vampire diaries

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Our little game

~Part 2~ ~Part 3~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: You and Klaus have been playing this game between yourselves since your first meeting. One day, you two would fight with each other like dogs, and the next day, you would flirt and act like people completely mad with love. But whatever was between you two, you would never lose this game and admit that you fell for him. He would only use you for your power, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself all this time. Words count: 4,2k

I had no idea what I was doing here.

Wearing one of my fancy black dresses, I was staying in the middle of Mikaelson's compound in New Orleans, with hundreds of people surrounding me.

I was definitely making a huge mistake.

But a few hours ago, when my Mystic Falls gang tried (and failed) to kill these crazy heretics who came to our town two weeks ago, I could only think about coming here.

I needed to find a safe place to stay until Damon or Stefan called for my help.

But after hours of driving here, I wasn't sure if I still wanted to be a part of their group. Yes, I loved them all, especially Bonnie, who became my main "witch-teacher" after I found out I was like her, but sometimes I felt used by them. My power was stronger than any typical witch's. Even Bonnie was surprised to see the things I was able to do until my strength was exhausted and my nose started to bleed.

One day, Damon said that I was their greatest weapon. Then I burst out laughing. Now I'm not so sure how much the black-haired man was joking and how much his words were true. But I had to keep the promise I gave myself and stay with them, if only for Bonnie's sake. She would have killed herself trying to protect her friends, and I wouldn't let that happen. After all she did for me, I have to repay her debt of gratitude.

I turned on the radio while driving to nowhere and heard one of my favorite Mikaelson's, beloved, old songs, which was "better when it played at ball without this strange background sound." That's when I remembered Rebekah and her last words before leaving for New Orleans with her brothers: "You know, if your gang falls apart, you can always come to me. It would be funnier to have a partner in crime against Nik."

After a lengthy moral debate within me, I decided to fuck Salvatore's opinion of me and visit their nemesis. If Damon was so smart to make and realize his own crass plan without telling anyone, I could do something really stupid too and spend a week (or more) with Rebekah. After all, no one could control me.

Then it seemed like a very good plan.

Now with so many people around me, I decide that I have made a great mistake.

I totally forgot that four days ago, Bekah told me about the "engaged party" of Katherine and Elijah. (Thank God for my magic. At least I could turn pants and a T-shirt into a pretty dress.) I sent my gift to the happy couple with separate, joking congratulations to Katherine for "entrapping her Mikaelson after a long couple of centuries" without actually intending to attend the party.

Elena and Caroline would skin me if they knew that instead of buying them fancy birthday presents, I spent my money on something special for my best friend's big day.

In retrospect, I'd like to see their faces. They would be invaluable. Especially Damon's.

"My God, look who arrived!" a familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hi Beks." I turned around to face her.

"Hi Beks? You appear here without telling me or Katherine anything; you hide in the crowd with a mean expression on your face, and all I get after months apart is a simple "hi"?"

"Well, in my defense, I was thinking about bringing you wine, flowers, cake and saying, "I'm sorry, baby," but I figured it would be only a waste of time and my money because you're going to yell at me anyway. Also, your boyfriend would be jealous." she started laughing and pulled me into a hug.

"I haven't seen you for too long."

"Bekah, we were talking yesterday morning."

"You called her yesterday and didn't call me?!" I heard Katherine's resentful voice behind me.

"You look gorgeous, honey. Engagement suits you." she gave me an unimpressed look. "Oh, c'mon. Don't be angry. I'm here now, ready to give you compliments and fight with your fiance's brother, who loathes you. Now, show me the ring. I want to see how much money Elijah was willing to spend on you." she burst out laughing, waving her ringed hand in front of my eyes.

"You realize you're not getting off so easily? Besides, something must have happened for you to suddenly decide to come."

"We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, it's about you and your undying love for her brother." I pointed to Rebekah.

"Talking about my brothers. We'll use some help with Nik's composure for the rest of the evening."

"It is so bad?"

"Yes. He's been following Elijah and trying to convince him to change his mind since this morning." Katherine complained. "He doesn't leave us alone, even for half a second."

"Do you two really think I'm able to "charm" him for the rest of the night?"

I asked, doubts about his supposed affection towards me. Since our first meeting, I and an original hybrid have had a kind of love-hate relationship. At the beginning, we only had short, verbal skirmishes, then it evolved into an open war (he tried to hurt Bonnie, so I gave him a headache and snapped his neck. After that, he used one of his hybrids to crack my car, so I convinced Rebekah to steal his car keys and give them to me. He gave up after two weeks of our teasing and after I (with little of Damon's help) ruined all his dark plans. The original hybrid bought me my own car, trying to bury the hatchet between us.) After a month of these events, the hatred between us began to develop into a kind of mean-companionship. At least no one had tried to gouge out the eyes of the other one anymore. Our "game" developed so much that one day he began to tease me with flirtatious phrases. And it's not true that I choked on my drink and blushed like a teenager from a romance book when he called me for the first time his "innermost, darkest pleasure," whispering it with his seductive tone, which he undoubtedly used for many women before. It was at our school party in the style of the 20s. Since then, I've figured out how to play by his new rules. I couldn't be worse than him.

"Well, you're doing your job even now. He's been staring at you for about five minutes, and you haven't even used any magic. I think we all know why, but you're too stubborn to admit it, so you might as well use his soft spot for you as reparation for your silence for 3 days."

"It's not a soft spot or any other stupid feeling you assume. This is a game."

That was our way of communicating: by circling around, lulling the other person's vigilance, and attacking when he least expects it. At the end of the day, I was just a toy for him—a mortal witch who was never scared of a 1000-year-old hybrid. He proved it after he moved with his family to New Orleans, and I never heard from him again.

"I like spicy stories, but please, keep my brother's kinks away from me. BOTH of you. It's just disgusting." Rebekah shuddered.

"I'm not…"

"Did I hear something about kinks? Y/N darling, it's a pleasure to finally see you here!" Kol suddenly appeared from nowhere. He got closer to me and gave me a strong hug.

"What the bloody hell? You should be on Hayley's tail!"

"Relax, sister. Our brother's formal one-night stand peacefully came back to her husband and wolves. Which means I'm free for the rest of the evening. Y/N do you want to dance with me?" without waiting for any response, he took my hand and led me to the dance floor, where other couples were dancing.

"Alright, what did you do?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I have no idea what are you implying. I just wanted to dance with a friend I hadn't seen in a long time."

"Kol."

"Y/N."

"Okey, okey. Don't look at me like that. In a nutshell, there is a girl." Oh, I've heard about her. I was curious how much of the original's interest in this girl was genuine.

"My God. I never expected to live to see the day Kol Mikaelson finds his epic love." I cut him off with a smirk.

"She is a hag like you, by the way." he continued, ignoring my taunt. "She doesn't want to know me, but she loves me. I just need a little magic of jealousy, and voilà, I'll be kissing her at the end of this night."

"And you didn't think, Sherlock, that acting like this would make her think that you only play with her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The gears in Mikaelson's head began to turn.

"F*ck. So what should I do? I've tried everything. Flowers, jewelry, old grimoires, unexpected almost-dating, puppies, cats, and all of this modern stuff."

"The idea of coming to me with a "love problem" is as ridiculous as expecting an answer, but I will try my best because you are kind of my friend and seem desperate. I don't know if you thought of it, but speaking with her and making a true confession seemed too simple, didn't it?" I said it sarcastically.

"You mean… "L" word?" he cleared his throat, ashamed.

"For the love of God, Kol Mikaelson! Do you love her?"

"Of course."

"Then get out of my eyes and tell her, not me." he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared, leaving me alone in a sea of people.

"Little bastard." I said it to myself while trying to get out of there.

But someone made sure I wasn't left alone for too long.

"Hello, my love."

I would recognize that voice even on my deathbed, and I undoubtedly knew that he would someday be the reason for my death.

"Hello Klaus." I turned around to look him in the face. He had grown more handsome since the last time I saw him, which worried me a lot. I tried to hide my unwanted emotions behind a sarcastic smirk.

"If you're wondering if Stefan or Caroline sent their regards, I'm going to have to disappoint you."

"Actually, I'm wondering who I have to kill." I frowned, not understanding him. He swept me into his arms and whirled me about the dance floor as the orchestra played. "I knew you were planning not to go to this party. Katherine was very upset about that."

"So you must have had an enjoyable couple of days." I can't stop myself from interrupting him. He gave me a small smile, shaking his head in amusement. I was so close in his arms that I could feel his every breath adjust to mine.

"You don't usually change your plans, so it's obvious that your bunch of stupid friends must have done something impressively dumb. And quite possibly, it has to do with the emergence of competition vampire's group in Mystic Falls."

"You seem quite well informed, especially for someone who doesn't care about anyone but his family."

"Ouch. As mean as I remembered."

"And you're as irritating as always. It looks like no one changed."

I sighed as I looked around the room. Mission successful - Katherine talks to Elijah. The only problem was that they looked like they were gossiping about me and Klaus…

"Tell me, did you miss me?" Klaus' taunt diverted my attention.

I thought for a moment about how to answer his question. Of course, I missed him. I frequently found myself recalling memories of us in locations where I was at the time. But as I said to Rebekah and Katherine, there was no bond between me and Klaus. We were just two bored souls who were looking for entertainment. We liked messing with people and making fun of them. That's all. There is no feeling involved. But it doesn't mean I will miss my chance.

"Yes." I whispered this while staring into his ocean eyes, never taking my gaze away from him.

He was surprised by my bold, direct statement. He leaned slightly closer to me. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my lips.

"I was bored as no one was trying to hurt me or my friends. Fortunately, Miss Salvatore came back with her own, special family." I got a little closer to him so I could whisper in his ear. "And then we had a new member of our group. Enzo. He's incredibly handsome and was an excellent substitute for your company."

He moved his hand slowly as he extended his arm to encircle my back. Then he dipped me deeply, looking at my eyes all the damn time.

"Be careful, my love. You may fall for him, of course, if you have a heart." he whispered, tightening his grip on me. I held my breath, too enchanted by the moment to respond to his taunt.

I should feel uneasy, distrustful, and disgusted that I am at his mercy, for he could drop me at any moment. Instead, all I could feel was being hypnotized by his blue eyes until he helped me get back on my feet again.

"Every girl would love him. He has dark hair, plays the guitar, and speaks with an English accent. Everyone's type, espessialy mine." I said, when I came back to my senses. If he wanted to tease me, I'd make sure I was a worthy opponent. I just had to keep my emotions under lock and key.

"So your "type" has to have an English accent? It's good to know."

"Yeah, but not as old as some of the people who live here. Also, not this one who wants to get closer to me only to use me for my power."

"You really think that little of me?"

"Is it truly important what I think about you?"

"No, not if you want me to remain a stranger to you. Not at all. But I'd like to think that we are more than we're willing to admit."

"Are you drunk?" I asked, taking a step back to examine him more closely. He began laughing at my reaction, drawing me closer to him once again.

"No, my love. I'm honest. But I'm not sure if there's a big difference between these two."

"You're honest only if you know it's in your interest. Clearly, you want something for me because you've been nicer to me than you have in the last few years. But you have to know I'm not that stupid to let you control me." I got out of his arms and went out in search of a room free of anyone.

"Running away isn't a solution, Y/N! I hope you know that." He shouted as he followed me. We came to a halt as we entered his art studio. Of all the fucking places in this huge villa, it had to be the den of the big bad wolf.

"Katherine has managed to escape you for more than 500 years." I said this without giving him a single, damning look. I much preferred to admire his works.

"Yes. Because she wanted. I'm not sure if you share her desires." He grabbed my arm, turning me to face him.

"What kind of fucked-up game are you playing right now?!" I yelled, yanking his hands away from me. He confused me. We never crossed that unspoken line in our banter. Few months apart, and now he shares the attitude of our crazy friends. That kind of playing wasn't fun at all.

"Did I bring up a sensitive topic? You're not ready to finally stop lying to yourself?" I laughed, mocking him.

"I've never claimed to be a saint." I growled at his face.

"You also never admitted being a sinner."

"That's good I've always wanted to be an anti-hero, then." I whispered, looking into his mesmerizing eyes, not even realizing that as we talked, we were getting closer, as we were suddenly a foot apart. I felt his hand slip around my waist like a snake. He pulled me closer and then I found myself pressed between his warm chest and cold wall.

"If only you weren't such a paranoid woman and suspected me of using you whenever I wanted to get closer to you. Maybe you would understand who you should be scared of and what is truly between us."

"Said the man who murdered his biological father because he was afraid Ansal would endanger Hope."

"You seem quite well informed, especially for someone who doesn't care about me."

"Katherine and Rebekah are gossipers. You can't blame me for listening to them."

"You have an excuse for every circumstance, don't you?"

"It's not my fault you can't accept the truth. Whatever you've been taking today, you'd better take less of it. It's damaging your immortal, ancient head." I started to turn towards the door, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"Don't turn your back on me, love." he threatened, keeping his firm grip on my wrist.

"Or what are you going to do? Dance with me again? You're right, it's so dangerous and horrible that I can't take it anymore." I ignored his warning and tried to leave the room.

He used his vampire speed and pinned me against the door. He leaned in, his eyes closed, and rested his brow against mine. In a silent, peaceful room, our hard, synchronized breaths were the only sound I could hear. My world shrank to just the two of us. The party outside was long forgotten by me.

He rubbed the tip of his nose on mine. I shivered as I got close enough to him for the first time to feel the warmth of his lips (and yet they were so far from mine).

"You have no idea… what you're doing to me."

His deep, hoarse whisper reminded me of who was standing in front of me and why I couldn't give in to my inner, treacherous desire. Before his lips could catch mine in his intoxicating trap (and possibly destroy me for any other men), I wrapped my hands around his neck and pinned him against the door, keeping a decent distance between us.

When he felt a piece of wood on his back, he opened his eyes, looked at me, and gave me an impressive glance. He giggled sinisterly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"For your own good, if you're not ready for a fire, don't play with it, love." I leaned slightly toward him, still catching his gaze with mine.

"Who said I wouldn't be the one to burn you?" I whispered against his neck, placing a burning kiss on it.

His soft, strangled moan after I gently bit into his skin was enough reward for my patience and a sign to stop before things got deeper.

I slowly took my hand from his arm and put it on the doorknob. I smiled on his neck because he was too preoccupied with the feeling of my lips to notice anything. I decided not to tempt fate anymore. Hybrid could easily take control from me (which wouldn't be good for me at all). So I pulled the handle and opened the door. The original nearly fell down because of my sudden, unexpected move.

I left Klaus behind in my haste, casting a quick glance behind me. It was definitely worth it. His look of indignation will stay in my mind for a long time. This battle was mine. We gonna see what future bring.

I walked into the room in a magnificent mood and took the glass of wine from one of the waiters.

"Can everyone get together, please?" Elijah caught everyone's attention. "Thank you. I wanted to thank everyone for coming to our engagement party. Me and my beloved fiance are very happy to see people around us who are wishing us a long, beautiful future." the crowd began to applaud, interrupting his speech for a moment.

"Such a diva." I whispered under my breath as I sipped my wine. Rebekah somehow heard this and tried to hide her laughter.

"But I didn't gather you all here just to talk about my luck. We wanted to announce who, from our closest friends, will be the second-most important couple at our wedding. My best man and Katerina's maid of honor, I don't think it will surprise you that my best man will be my brother Niklaus."

Klaus stood on the stairs next to the couple, wearing his trademark sly grin. He scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered directly on me, and he didn't want to take his eyes off me. The little bastard must have been up to something.

"I've been thinking about this since the day we got engaged, and to be honest, the decision wasn't as easy as it seemed to be. It was my desire to have this person as my maid of honor, but circumstances indicated that, unfortunately, my dream would not come true. You don't know how happy I was when I heard a few hours ago that she agreed. So without further extensions. My chief bridesmaid and best friend, Y/N Y/L!"

Applause erupted around me. It took me a second to recover from the shock and climb the stairs. I was standing right in front of this smug son of a bitch.

"Thanks for asking." I said to Katherine when Elijah ended his speech and people spread around.

"Klaus didn't tell you?" she asked, looking at her future brother-in-law.

The original just shrugged.

"Don't worry, Kath. I won't make a scene. I'm not going to play according to the script of this drama queen. It will be a pleasure to be your maid of honor."

"I'm not a drama queen." the hybrid interjected, frowning.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I responded, giving him a small look.

"If you're so worried about my good sleep, why don't you join me in my bed, love?" he asked, coming to my side, so I had to give him my attention.

"Ha ha. Not even in your wildest dreams."

"In my wildest dreams, we don't need a bed, love." he said, casually adjusting the strap of my dress on my shoulder. His icy fingertips brushed against my heated skin, right next to my collarbone.

"You're the thousand-year-old father of a little girl. You don't think it's time to act like an adult and not a horny teenager?" I asked, grabbing his hand and pulling it off me.

"Ouch. But then you wouldn't even notice me." he pretended to be offended. He also tightened his grip on my hand without thinking of letting go. I fell into his trap with my own fucking wish.

"Believe me, it's impossible to miss you. I've tried. Many times." I growled, trying to free my hand from him.

"Aw, is that your way of telling me I'm special to you?" he asked, clearly amused by my annoyance. I've never seen such a huge smile on his face.

"Yeah, like a plastic, red punch cup at a school party," he laughed, reluctantly releasing my hand.

I turned to say something to Kath, but then I realized that she had left us in the middle of our conversation. I sighed as I was alone with him again. It's going to be a very long week (or month).

"By the way, when are you going to tell me I'm Katherine's maid of honor?" I asked, favoring him with my look again.

"It must have slipped my mind when you were passionately kissing my neck, love."

"Oh, I remember. You were moaning for me like a street lady."

I turned to leave, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his hard, well-built chest. He placed my head on his shoulder and cupped the tip of my right ear with his lips. His fangs came out, reminding me of his superhuman strength. Sometimes I forgot that the man I was teasing could easily break me with a flick of the wrist. Of course, if I let down my guard and drop my magic for a moment. We both knew that was impossible.

"Maybe I should return you a favor, and then we will see which one of us is making the most tempting moans?" he whispered suggestively and placed a small kiss under my ear. "What do you think about it, love?" he asked, rubbing his nose against my neck. He took one deep breath before placing his revange-wet kiss there.

And then, when I was burning for even his littlest touch, he just walked away like nothing happened.

I stood there, frozen in shock, watching his receding silhouette (definitely with a proud smirk on his face).

There was only one thing in my head.

1:1 motherf*cker

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52 - Dark Raelyn

Part 53

Family is More than Blood

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Raelyn’s pov

Twirling the tip of the hunting knife blade on the wooden nightstand in silence staring at the hybrid that was standing before me as my husband. He had been just staring at me for the last few minutes. “I can only assume you’re silent means that you agree with what I have said.”

“Quite the opposite actually. My silence towards you is because you are not the woman I married.” He growled at me.

Rolling my eyes and scoffing back at him. “I think biology and a blood test would prove that sentence wrong.”

“Look whoever you are. I want nothing you can offer me.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I huffed getting up to my feet. I stride up to him grabbing his shoulders and digging my fingernails in them where he winced just a little bit. “Listen here Niklaus Mikaelson I know you. I know that you want to think that the weak and innocent Raelyn is still inside of me. But she's not. She’s gone.”

“That’s not true, witch. Now if you wish to have me give into your demands I suggest that you start telling me them. Because frankly I am in no mood for a guessing game.” He stepped away from me.

Tapping my fingers on my chin I paused in thought trying to think of a moment where he was close to giving into some sliver of darkness. It didn’t matter whether it was her witch side or vampire side. The desire was there regardless and that is what I was currently feeding off. “Are you sure there were no feelings at all when the weaker me had her humanity off?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He snapped at me dropping his arms down at his sides.

Vamping into his face I grabbed the sides of his face pushing his forehead against my own. “You forget that I am a part of the Rae you love, meaning I have the same access to all her memories just like you do.” Closing my eyes I forced his mind to view the moment back at the bar when Jeremy was a newbie vampire hunter.

Klaus pushed the door open for me to see a whole bar filled with people and I could hear all their hearts ringing in my ear. “Why bring me here if you know I will drain them dry?”

“Because I have already fed them my blood. So when you kill them…” He trailed off with a smirk on his face watching my reaction.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him for the first since I had turned into a hybrid. “They will be in transition to be vampires. You are brilliant and so hot right now. I’d say I always had a thing for the bad boys.”

“I knew that about you before you turned, Raelyn. Now before the boys get here I suggest that we start this little show. Ladies first.” He gestured with his hands out in front of him before I vamped forward onto a guys back sinking my fangs into his neck draining him quickly.

Grabbing two girls by their necks I held them down drinking from one after the others throwing my hair around in a mess. It all became too much for me to not just see blood everywhere where I started vamping around like a madwoman. Klaus the whole time was just standing by the bar watching both turned on and sick to his stomach by how much his former witch was enjoying herself. He never imagined this fate for his love. Losing her twin brother took more of a toll on her then he was ever capable of understanding.

Ripping my fangs into half of their necks I pulled back letting blood drip down my chin. He reached up, taking some off of me moving his other hand to my neck. I watched his eyes flash gold nuzzling his nose into my neck whispering. "I want you to know that it pains me to see you like this. I want nothing more than to find pleasure seeing you like this. But my heart can’t allow that in.”

“You only feel horrible because you have your humanity on. So why not just turn it off with me huh. We’ve got time before these babies come out of my belly. So turn it off with me, together forever." I smirked before he hooked my legs around my waist, vamping me against the wall kissing me hungrily. Everything felt right, his hands and lips on mine. Blood mixing together where he started kissing my neck slowly. I gasped, gripping his locks in my fingers, throwing my head back.

“Urgh! That means nothing to what you're toying with me about.” He harshly pushed me backwards away from him. His eyes glowing golden with me smirking directly at the hybrid in front of me.

Tilting my head to the side I could feel he was lying to me. The big bad hybrid I knew years ago was in there. He just needed to remember what he made the world believe he was. “You are a terrible liar, Mikaelson. You can’t tell me that you feel nothing when I do this…” I held his face tightly in my hands before pressing my lips up against his own.

At first he was hesitant and tried to pull away yet I got the result I wanted when he kissed me back. He moved his arms quickly around my waist pushing my body as close to his as possible. I smiled into it threading my fingers into the dirty curly locks of blonde tugging on them until he moaned. “Rae!”

“There you go. It’s me.” I mumbled breaking the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

He broke the kiss briefly when his phone started going off getting distracted. “Who is it?”

“Did you wake Raelyn yet?” I could hear Rebekah's voice through the phone.

He answered her. “She woke up on her own. She's rather different though - not that I'm complaining..” Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in his shoulders trying to distract him and it was clearly working.

“Different how, Nik. She didn't turn off her humanity again did she?” Rebekah asked sharply.

He growled into the phone following my movements slowly turning around to face me. Dark Raelyn sways her hips back and forth at me, reaching for the bottom of her shirt, dropping it on the floor leaving her in a bra and jeans with her boots. “Rebekah, she consumed the dark magic in the prison world. She isn't herself…but I have to go.”

“What no!” She cried.

I caught wind of Elijah's voice when he tossed his phone onto the bed. “Niklaus!”

“You know telling them about little old me won't end well. They'll come here.” I walk forward to him, draping my arms over his shoulders.

My husband clicked his tongue yanking me against his by the loop of my jeans and I jumped wrapped my arms around his waist. “I don't want to care for you because you're not her. But I can't help myself.”

“You like to be in control, you've told me.”

“Not so much anymore.” He pointed out.

“I'm not looking to overpower you, Klaus. I just want you to embrace this side of me. I mean honestly have you never imagined what it might be like to be a true vampire with me. Have you never imagined what it would feel like being rippers together or breaking all the furniture in the room hmm?”

Klaus blinked his eyes a couple of times. He still held me up by my thighs against his chest. “Raelyn, I am flattered by this other side of you. But its not the woman I married. I want her back, always and forever.”

“Come on just give me a chance. I know deep down you've considered it once or twice. So tonight let's see where this takes us and if tomorrow comes and you still don’t like it then I'll have to try harder.” I shrugged my shoulders giving him the puppy dog eyes, returning my eyes back to their normal color briefly.

Klaus wasted only a second before the wolf and vampire inside of him couldn't last any longer. He crashed his lips down to mine hungrily. I responded back with the same force, threading my fingers into the dirty locks for the second time. “I must admit I have been intrigued at the thought of breaking all the furniture.”

“The mansion has been needed an upgrade.” I broke the kiss and the next thing I knew I was on my back on our king size bed. He leaned down capturing my lips with his and our clothes got thrown around faster than they ever had.

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When the Party's Over ~ A Kai Parker One Shot

*not my gif

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you get to spend today and all days ahead filled with joy and peace :)

Pairings: vampire!Reader x Heretic!Kai; ex-boyfriend!ElijahMikaelson x Reader; Damon x Elena; Klaus x Caroline

For the purposes of this story, Klaus and Caroline are a couple living together in Mystic Falls. Kol Mikaelson is still alive, but Finn is not.

This IS a reader insert fic; I just don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of names. Use Rosalie/Rose as a placeholder for Y/N and Wilson for L/N

Requested: No

Word Count: 5,562

Warnings/Callouts: Mentions of breakups/heartbreak, minor angst/darker emotions, scattered mature language, fake-relationship trope, best-friends-to-lovers trope, smut (18+ readers only!), soft!Dom!Kai, Daddy kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (be responsible and safe!)

I got the idea for this piece while re-reading "I'll Wait." It is technically a sequel but will still be easy to follow/read as a oneshot if you haven't read that one.

Description: What do you do get when you put a bunch of vampires together in a room with a lot of food in November? You get a Mystic Falls Thanksgiving. Be wary of Original exes crashing the party...

Kai’s POV:

The alarm buzzed, and I turned over to shut it off. I’d already been awake for quite some time. The morning sunlight danced on the ceiling as I listened to the sound of Rosalie’s even breathing in her room down the hall. Five months ago, Rosalie drank herself numb and passed out in the Mystic Grill. I brought her to my apartment, and we’d been living together ever since. Her old apartment was one she’d shared with Elijah, and it was too painful for her to live there again. I, out of the goodness of my heart (or, more accurately, my own selfish desires), let her move in with me.

Life was a lot easier now; there were no vengeful siblings, no new villains knocking down our doors. For once, life in Mystic Falls was… normal. Shocker, I know.

What exactly defines normal in a town where every second person you walk by is a supernatural being? Normal is waking up in the morning and not anticipating something horrible will happen. It’s when things are calm, and you can trust the people around you. Strange how normal is the most abnormal for someone like me.

My feet touched the cool wooden planks, and half the blanket followed me up. With a quick snap, the bed was made. Coffee was brewing, and bread was toasting. This was the rhythm we had fallen into. Whoever was awake first took care of breakfast, and the other managed the cleanup after.

I didn’t bother throwing a shirt on. Being roommates came with its unique forms of intimacy, though not in the way I would’ve wanted. Nevertheless, I’d promised myself I’d wait. I’ll wait for her until she’s no longer hurting – when she’s ready to accept how I feel.

Rosalie’s POV:

“Rosalie, I have to leave you,” Elijah spoke solemnly. He had rarely loved in all the centuries he’d been alive, and it was even rarer the love was returned. Unfortunately, something always trumped the pursuit of love: his honor and his family.

If anything in this dream came back in perfect detail, it was the wave of emotions I felt. My mind replayed them night after night. First came the confusion and denial. “What does that mean?” Elijah had answered me, but even now, I don’t remember his words. My ears refused the intake of all sound. The heartbreak had taken over. “We… I am leaving you.” It couldn’t be true. He was my everything. He was my first. He swore he’d never leave me, not for the rest of our immortal lives.

Without warning, something in the scene shifted. Suddenly, it wasn’t Elijah turning my heart to dust. It was Malachai. Within me, I felt a snap. My knees gave out, and I stumbled to the ground just as I had with Elijah. The stream of tears down my cheeks was new.

I had not sobbed this way when Elijah left me. This was a new pain entirely. “Kai, please…” He looked down upon my curled figure on the ground, completely silent. When the hot tears blurred my vision, I could just barely see him walking away, leaving me even more broken than I already was.

When the dream escaped me and consciousness came back, I didn’t want to open my eyes. Though I was awake, my mind was plagued with jarring images of Kai leaving me instead of Elijah. Somehow, though I was only his friend, I believed losing Malachai would hurt so much more.

Shoving my comforter aside, I dragged myself to the bathroom. The lightbulbs flickered on, and I stared at my exhausted expression. When Elijah left me, I felt like I’d been discarded. There was no other word for it. Someone who promised to never walk away left for a reason as flimsy as needing to protect his sister – a thousand-year-old vampire perfectly capable of protecting herself. Klaus and Kol didn’t run off to Rebekah’s side, so Elijah volunteered.

The worst part was the "honorable man" card he got to play. How are you supposed to fault someone for leaving to protect their family? It was all so frustrating. From the kitchen, I heard the coffee maker chime and the bread pop out, a signal that my little pity party needed to end. Gathering up some cold water from the running faucet, I splashed it against my face in the vain hope of getting some color back.

When I walked in, Kai was reaching up to grab plates and mugs. Turning around, he gave me a quick smile in morning greeting. I had to return it, of course. During all this time, Malachai was the one that kept me grounded. He’d been so patient – goofy when I needed a laugh and silent when I needed someone to listen. He was the perfect companion. If he was tired of me, it didn’t show.

Still silent, he handed me my plate, bringing his own over to the couch. I plopped down beside Kai, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. A random Netflix show began playing in the background as we ate. Whether he knew it or not, Malachai brought me a great deal of peace.

I looked at him once more, my heart throbbing painfully as it reminded me of the horrid dream. This time, Kai’s eyes met my own with an unspoken question shining in them. He raised a brow slightly, and I shook my head, attempting to smile. He seemed unconvinced, but he didn’t pry.

Thank god for that. If he had, I would have lied.

Kai's POV, later that afternoon:

“Rosalie, hurry up! According to the manically detailed itinerary Caroline gave us, we were supposed to be at the Mikaelson’s place twenty minutes ago.” Even as I spoke, I pulled the caramel apple pie out of the oven, fanning it to get it to cool some. The whole apartment smelled wonderful, like an autumn day come to life. I closed my eyes, enjoying the scent of apples, cinnamon, and toasted sugar.

When they opened, I met with the sight of Rose slipping into her coat. I couldn’t fight my smirk when I saw her outfit. Without planning it, we were completely coordinated: deep green sweaters, dark wash jeans, and long, flowing black coats. I saw the realization in her eyes and adored the sound of her resulting laugh. “Are you trying to copy me, Malachai?” Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I grinned at her. “Me? I’ve been ready to leave for thirty minutes. If anything, you’re trying to copy my style.”

Wrapping up the pie, I grabbed the car keys, spinning them around my finger. “Don’t worry, though. I pull it off much better than you.” Rosalie rolled her eyes, giving me a playful shove. “Let’s go before Caroline decides to murder us on arrival.”

The engine hummed to a stop. The sun had already set, bathing the surrounding land in darkness. When the headlights switched off, Rosalie and I shared a look. I wanted to reach out and touch her silken hair, to let her know she wasn’t alone. I knew tonight would be difficult for her – spending time with Mikaelsons wasn’t her favorite, not with all the memories it brought back –and Rose needed to understand I was there for her. “You can do this. I’m right beside you.” Without giving me any words in response, she reached for my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze of gratitude.

“Let’s go.” We walked to the front door, the dessert in my hands. Rosalie opened the door, thoughtfully left unlocked by the hosts, taking the pie from my hands. Caroline stormed to the foyer, partially receiving her guests as the hostess and also ready to rip us both a new one for messing up her schedule. “Before you say anything Care, you and the house both look lovely.”

Rose gave Caroline a heart-stopping smile and annoyed as she was, her friend had to smile in return. “Alright, alright, just come in.” I helped Rosalie out of her coat, hanging it up on the golden coat hooks before taking care of my own. Everything in this house looked like it was antique and ridiculously expensive. Our matching outfits didn’t escape Caroline’s attention, but she was typing something. Rose’s phone buzzed with a text seconds later.

She read it and froze in her tracks. Caroline took the dessert from her hands and went inside, perhaps to give her a moment. “Rosalie?” Still saying nothing, Rose handed me her phone, letting me read the message myself. ‘I should’ve told you earlier, but Elijah is here.’ I waved a hand, putting a silencing spell on the room so our conversation wouldn’t be heard by anyone else.

“Elijah, like – Elijah?” She nodded, visibly trembling. “Kai, I…” Biting my lip, I took hold of her shoulders, turning her so she’d face me. “What do you want to do? Do you want to get out of here? What do you need? What can I do?” Though she was upset, I couldn’t stop the barrage of questions I threw at her. Rose only shook her head again, which wasn’t enough of a response for me. Thankfully, she spoke without any more questions from me.

“No. We’re here to have a nice Thanksgiving with our friends. He’s here. I suppose it makes sense. He’s Klaus’s brother, after all. Of course, he’s here.” She rambled on. When she looked into my eyes, I could read how conflicted Rose was. My teeth gritted together, and as my hands left her shoulders, they clenched into fists at my side. Being civil with Elijah was going to be an uphill battle, and I hadn’t even set eyes on him yet.

Even so, my anger wasn’t important. Whatever Rosalie needed tonight she would get. “Just… don’t leave my side, Malachai.” I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her. It didn’t matter if she was just relying on me as her best friend. This hug was for me, the one slip I was allowing myself after months of swallowing emotions back. “I won’t, I promise.”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I lifted the silencing spell. Rosalie whispered her quiet thanks, and I didn’t let go of her hand. We just didn’t realize someone was watching.

A man I hadn’t seen before, presumably Elijah, cleared his throat. By instinct, I expected Rose to let go of my hand, but she only held on tighter. Clearing her throat, she walked towards him with me not far behind. “Hello, Elijah.” I was impressed with how she sounded: perfectly composed and unbothered by the man she still had torturous dreams about. “Rosalie. You look good. Happy…”

The word trailed off of Elijah’s lips, hanging in the air between us. “And this is?” She released my hand then, though I could tell she missed the contact as soon as her fingers slipped from mine. Or at least I hoped so. I know I did.

“Malachai Parker, Heretic.” The hand that was in Rose’s met his in greeting. “Elijah Mikaelson.” In stark contrast to hers, Elijah’s hand was ice cold. “You must be her new boyfriend. Congratulations.” The words weren’t spoken with any hint of malice, just resignation. Was it so easy for him to let her go? If it were me and the girl I loved dated was with someone else, I’d be livid. “Elijah, Kai isn–”

“Kai is pleased to meet you.” I smiled at Elijah like he was an old friend, ignoring him once I put my arm around Rose. She caught on very quickly (that’s my girl!) and mirrored my action. One hand came around my waist while the other rested comfortably yet casually on my chest. “Thank you. We’ve been dating for, what, maybe three months now?”

She looked up at me for confirmation, her eyes shining. We’d spent too much time together recently; if the wordless conversations we had daily were any indication, we’d be able to pull this off very well. “Three months and five days.” Within the statement was a veiled truth; we’d been living together for five months and three days.

Elijah looked between us. We just kept looking at each other. For now, I had free reign to look at her the way I wanted, to touch her as if she were mine. I wouldn’t let that go for anything or anyone. I didn’t know what she was thinking, and I wished some part of her wanted me, too.

Presumably uncomfortable, Elijah cleared his throat. “Well, um… it was nice to meet you, Malachai. I think I should take my leave. Niklaus, Kol… I’m heading back to New Orleans tonight.” His brothers rushed into the room, filled with questions. We simply stood and watched the show. With one last glance, Elijah left, and Kol trailed behind him. “Elijah! Sorry, brother. Thanks for the invitation.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at us, comprehension gleaming in his expression. “And then there were six.” With great reluctance, I let Rosalie go. The act was up.

“Rosalie Wilson!” Caroline’s high-pitched voice echoed through the large foyer. Elena leaned against the doorframe leading to the dining room, also looking equally upset. “You and Kai have been dating for three months and you didn’t tell me?!”

Then again, maybe not.

Rosalie’s POV:

Oh boy. Caroline was pissed. Swallowing nervously, I attempted a cool smile. Linking my arm with Kai’s – who thankfully continued the show with me – I responded, “I know, Care. It’s just that… after my breakup with Elijah, I wanted to take things slowly and just be careful. After being with Kai day in and day out, I knew I wanted to be with him. I didn’t want to risk anything by moving too quickly.” My monologue had come to a close, and Kai finished the script. “We were planning on telling you all tonight anyhow. It just happened to come out in a… not-so-fun way.” Everyone stared at us, all with varying degrees of interest.

Damon was swirling his bourbon around in an ornate glass; he was all set and didn’t care much about anyone except Elena. Elena seemed to have heard and understood where I was coming from. Klaus was playing with Caroline’s hair as he hugged her from behind, perhaps trying to quell her distress. And Malachai…

Kai was staring at me with this pure, unbridled love in his eyes. I thought it would hurt to play the role of a happy girlfriend. In that moment, I found myself believing that if I was with Kai, I wouldn't be hurt again. I had the same thought months ago when I was deeply mourning my breakup. Even then, I’d thought about being with him. For now, even though it was make-believe, I’d cherish it.

“So!” Kai’s voice bounced off the walls. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m starving.”

Dinner was wonderful. Caroline was always the perfect hostess, and the food was wonderful. Given that two of the guests had disappeared, there was plenty to go around. Garlic and rosemary mashed potatoes, a gorgeous roast turkey, savory apple and sausage stuffing, orange cranberry sauce, cornbread… we’d all be eating leftovers for a month.

Malachai was even more caring than usual now that he was playing the role of my boyfriend. He made sure I didn’t have to reach for anything I wanted, refilled my water whenever he did his own, and kept some form of physical contact with me sporadically. The only thing missing from this equation was flirting, but this was better. It felt… real. Grounded. As easy as breathing.

Before we played a game or two, I’d excused myself to take a breather. This whole day had been a rollercoaster. With my scarring dream to Elijah showing up to this drama Kai and I were putting on, it had been overwhelming. I leaned against the shut bathroom door, just taking a few deep breaths.

My phone chimed a special tone that rang only when Kai texted me. “Don’t take so long, darling ;)”

My eyes looked upwards from my phone screen to the mirror in front of me. The expression on my face was one I never imagined I’d feel again. It was true, unadulterated joy. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, my smile reached my eyes. Only Kai could make me feel this way.

Kai's POV:

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, pleased with my playful flirtation. I’d wanted this for a long time; I was going to milk it for all it was worth. Klaus handed me a glass of this warm spiced rum, which I graciously accepted. At least it wasn’t Damon’s bourbon again. Bourbon wasn’t my thing. I was secure enough in my masculinity.

I lounged on the couch, my feet propped up on the glass table. One wince from Caroline, and I straightened up. Rose came back then, and I took a seat on the floor where Elena was setting up Settlers of Catan. She sat down next to me, leaning against my shoulder. The line between friends and something more had always been blurry in our relationship. This made things even more confusing. How much of this was the act? How much was what she truly wanted?

Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Hadn’t I already decided to make the most of this time? I wouldn’t let the idea of losing it ruin what I felt right now. Playing my role – and giving into what I wanted all along – I hugged Rosalie closer to me, resting my head against hers. I handed her the glass of spiced rum, encouraging her to try it. She took a sip, humming thoughtfully. I knew she didn’t truly like rum, but she seemed to like this. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, I kissed her cheek softly. I heard her heartbeat hastened in response; was it from anxiety or excitement?

We played the game with our friends, laughing and enjoying the party. When it became apparent the only possible winners would be Caroline or Elena, we joined their boyfriends in cheering them on. My hand clasped Rosalie’s under the coffee table, linking our fingers together. No one saw our hands there. This was just for us. The night wore on. The more I got to live out my true desire, the more I feared I wouldn’t be able to let it go. I was selfish that way. What would happen when the party’s over?

Rosalie's POV:

It was midnight before we realized it. A full moon climbed up the night sky, visiting its starry friends in the sky. We bid our friends goodnight and headed home. As Kai slipped into the driver’s seat, turning the engine on, I realized I suddenly didn’t know what to say or do.

Malachai seemed to not have any ideas either, and we drove to our apartment in absolute silence. Even our deep understanding of each other wouldn’t help here, not when we were trying to uncover something we didn’t have a name for.

The drive had somehow been both unbearably long and unbelievably quick at the same time. We walked inside side by side, my ears picking up even the clink of the lock as it opened. “So, um… you really saved me tonight. First with him, and then with Caroline.”

Kai grinned at me while taking off his shoes and hanging up our coats. Even in the low lighting of our home, I could tell it wasn’t the same. “I did, didn’t I? That’s what best friends are for.” I don’t know what fantasies my mind had begun spinning. Malachai was just saving my skin. We would tell them all it was an act later. That made sense, I suppose. “Best friends… right.”

“Oh, screw this.” Within fractions of a second, Kai’s hands cupped my face. He looked at me almost severely, his eyes swirling with so many emotions at once. It was an unnavigable storm, and I was nearly lost in it. I would’ve been had he not crushed his lips against mine.

I didn’t freeze, nor was I all that surprised. This was Malachai, and I knew him as I knew myself. I’d wanted him for a long time, I just wouldn’t let myself admit it. Our lips meshed together, sliding between each other’s beautifully. His hands traveled from my face to my neck. Continuing down my sides, Kai finally reached his destination when his palms slipped into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Jump up onto me, baby.” He pulled away to give me his breathless command. I eagerly obliged, wrapping my legs around his waist. Claiming my lips once again, he carried me off to his room. I fell back onto his bed, and Kai followed suit, hovering over me. Raining kisses down my neck, Malachai elicited a moan from me, something that made him stop.

“Rosalie… tell me I’m not alone in craving you. Am I aching for you all alone? Tell me you want me, too.” His eyes were imploring, his voice so quiet it only reached me. I tenderly dragged my hand across his cheek, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “It’s not just you, Kai. I… I never realized how much I needed you. Not until tonight.”

That was all he needed to hear. Enveloping my lips with his once more, his left hand took hold of both my wrists, holding them up above my head. The other trailed down my torso, landing on my waist and sneaking under my sweater. His warmth, his scent, and even the smallest of sounds he made were perfection. When his fingers found the button of my jeans, I froze up under him. Our passionate embrace came to a skidding stop.

“What is it? Did I go too far? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean–” He rambled with concern, and I cut him off with a soft kiss. “No, it’s not you. You’re perfect. It’s me…” The last person I was with – the only person I’d been with – was Elijah. When he left me, he shattered some hidden part of my soul. If Malachai and I were to cross this line, there would be no turning back. I’d need him forever, and if that wasn’t what he desired, then he shouldn’t waste his time with me. “For me, this isn’t about right now.

“It’s about forever, which means something very different in our world. If that’s too much for you, or if that’s not what you want, I don’t think we should go there… not tonight.” Kai released my hands, and I was staring down at the bedspread. With an unanticipated, gentle gesture, he lifted my chin such that I looked into his eyes. His were certain, unwavering. There seemed to be no doubt at all in his mind as he spoke.

“I love you, Rosalie.” My breath caught in my throat, and I momentarily tensed up. The way I felt for him was consuming, stronger than anything I’d known before. But I’d been hurt at this same crossroads, and I didn’t know if I could travel down that path just yet.

“You don’t have to say it back. Just listen to me.” Malachai’s hand shifted from my chin, now resting against my cheek. I nuzzled into it instinctively, desperate for his warmth and closeness.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for some time now. Loving someone… well, it was never something that I thought could happen to me. But you…” Kai began playing with my hair, moving us so that I was sitting in his lap. I rested my head on his shoulder as he spoke, listening intently. “You brought so much into my life. You are my best friend, and I know you as well as I know myself.

“You don’t have to say it back. If you want me to, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” He squeezed me in his embrace, resting his head against mine. “I won’t cross any boundaries until you take them down.”

Lifting Kai’s hand from my waist, I gingerly opened his palm. With a deliberate softness, I pressed my lips to each of his fingertips. He had to know how much I cared about him, even if I couldn’t put it into words as he had.

Malachai understood me instantly, and when I looked up at him, his kiss stole the rest of my thoughts. Turning in his lap, I wrapped myself around him. My fingers snaked upwards, intertwining with the hair at the base of his neck. Kai only tugged me closer until every inch of me melded with him.

“Mm… Rose…” I couldn’t pull away, even as he tried to speak. “Rosalie…” Whimpering ever so slightly, I obliged and moved away just an inch. “Are you sure you want this tonight? I need you to be certain, princess. You need to be prepared to be mine, from now until forever.” I nodded, unable to find my voice, but that didn’t seem to be enough. “I need your words, Rose. Tell me if you want this. If not, I’ll stop, I promise.”

“I want you, Malachai. Please…” He smiled, and it warmed my heart. The next kiss he pressed to my lips was so very tender, as if he were touching something dearly precious to him. Perhaps he was.

Kai's POV:

I held Rosalie delicately, shifting us so she lay beneath me once more. I was afraid of frightening her, making her run if I made too many of my needs known too soon; with how long I’d desired for this, some were bound to slip through despite my best intentions. I moved away from her lips, finding the sensitive skin of her neck instead. Trailing my mouth across her collarbone, I nipped at it playfully, loving the little gasp I got from her in response.

One hand pulled the sleeve of her sweater off of her shoulder, and I nestled into the crook there, sucking on her flesh and leaving my mark there. A deep, primal possessiveness woke within me when Rosalie’s hands found my body. She wrapped her arms around me, clutching me close to her. “I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Moving ever so slowly, I stripped her clothes from her. With every inch exposed, I peppered more kisses onto her skin, hoping to find the light within her and make it mine. When Rose lay bare beneath me, it took immeasurable control to keep things gentle. There would be more time for other explorations.

With the way my arms enveloped her, Rose couldn’t move much. When she asked to touch me, to feel me as I felt her, how could I possibly say no? With frenzied hands, she undressed me. Her cool skin was flush against my own, getting hotter with every passing second. My erection pressed against her trembling upper thigh, eliciting a desperate groan from us both.

There was much I ached to do before I claimed her for the first time. Looking into her eyes, I let my fingers slide down her stomach to her sex. That one touch made me lose to the lust I was trying so hard to hold back. There was a narcotic power in her gaze. Whether she knew it or not, I was at her mercy and would be for as long as she wanted me.

I sank a finger inside her, laying kisses down her body. Pumping it in and out steadily, I studied her reactions. She was exquisite. Her eyes were shut tightly, her fingers clasping at my shoulders as my tongue flicked against her hard nipples. My cold rings rubbed against her outer folds with every thrust of my fingers, and the shudder she gave was delicious.

When my lips finally met my fingers to pleasure her, Rose bucked forward off the bed. Pinned down by my firm grip, there was nowhere for her to escape the ecstasy I had in store for her. My fingers pushed deeper into her with each penetration, curling upwards to find her pleasure center inside her. She screamed for me, and I fucking loved it. “That’s it, baby girl. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.” My tongue joined in, sloppily consuming her liquid desire. I’d yearned to worship her body this way for so long, and I wouldn’t be done for a long time. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her legs splayed over my shoulders. “Are you going to cum for me, Rosalie? Are you going to cum for me like a good girl?”

Her reply came mixed with breathless moans and eager whimpers. “Yes, Daddy… I’m so close, please don’t stop!” Daddy? Her words pulled a growl from my chest, and I was invigorated. Pulling away, I gave her the command to cum for me, my thumb rubbing her clit while my fingers didn’t let up their attack. “Cum for Daddy, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

The dam of her pleasure exploded, and she unraveled under me. It was so fucking beautiful, and it was all mine. She was all mine. The sight of her made me desperate to quench my own thirst, and before her first orgasm could even subside, my throbbing cock replaced my fingers, my lips silencing her sounds.

Rosalie's POV:

Stars clouded my eyes. The only thing on my mind was Malachai. It took me over completely. I was his, and I didn’t want it any other way. Our tongues danced together when our kiss grew more torrid, our bodies rocking together and the bed along with us. He pulled away, staring down at me. One strong arm stabilized his body on the headboard, his muscles tensing with effort; his other hand wrapped around my throat, holding me down.

One orgasm melted into the second, making me writhe under him. “Ohhh, fuck!” His heated gaze bore into me as I came undone once more. My eyelids shut tightly in rapture, but that earned another growl from him. “Keep your eyes on me, Rosalie. I want to watch you cum for me over…” His hips slammed forward, making my breath halt in my chest. “Over…” Driving into me, Daddy stole all ounces of my sanity. "And over again. We’re not done until you’ve cum so many times you can’t think.”

“Mmgghh, Daddy! I’ve already – ahh! – done that!” My body quivered, overwhelmed with the sensations still coursing through me. My aching sex clamped around him as he continued pounding into me. “One more, baby girl. Can you give Daddy one more orgasm? Please?” Kai almost begged, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

Digging my teeth into my lower lip, I nodded. Kai leaned down to kiss my neck, whispering a soft, “Thank you, princess” in my ear. With the way he sped up, I could feel he was reaching his climax. Both our labored breathing and groans melted into the sound of our skin slapping together. “Bite me, love. Drink from Daddy.”

With an eager moan, I sank my teeth into his neck, loving the bite of him down the same. We drank from each other, completely connected by mind, body, and soul. Malachai reached the zenith of his pleasure, bringing me tumbling down another wave of bliss along with him. Our lustful sounds of orgasm were drowned in each other’s necks as we drank our fill.

When the sensations subsided, our lips met with a sense of completion and exhaustion. The lingering essence of each other remained in our mouths, making the kiss all the more fulfilling. When Kai slid out of me, I almost complained. With a kiss to my forehead, he summoned a washcloth, wiping away our sweat, blood, and love juices.

“How are you feeling, baby? I tried to go slow at first, but I don’t think I was all that successful.” Once cleaned up, Kai wrapped himself around me, spooning my smaller body with his larger one. I couldn’t see his eyes this way, but I could feel his heartbeat thumping against my back. It was soothing. “I’m perfect, Malachai. Thank you for tonight.” Earlier, I’d mentioned how he’d saved me tonight by pretending to be my boyfriend. I hadn’t realized it, but he’d saved me in many other ways. He saved my heart, got it back, and put it together after someone else crushed it. I would always be grateful to him for that.

Unable to stop himself, Kai pressed soft kisses to my chin and neck, holding me even closer. “Anytime.” He chuckled about something, and I was just about to inquire when he said, “That’s what boyfriends are for.” Laughing at the clever echo of his earlier words, I turned to face him. My hand rested on his cheek, his blue eyes shining in the dim lighting. My thumb caressed his skin, giving him a small fraction of the love and affection he deserved.

“Malachai Parker, I hope you know how perfect you are.” He grinned, kissing my nose. “Am I? Be sure to tell me that, at least three times a day.” Taking one of his hands, I kissed each of his fingertips once more, cherishing every part of him. “You are, and I love you.”

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What the Heart Wants

Sensory Prompt: 'The feeling you get when you learn a crush has been asking about you.' Requested By: @witchygagirl & @mandyzsick101 (surprisingly, you both sent in the same color and number for your mystery prompt)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Plot: Much to your own dismay, you find you have a crush on a certain Hybrid. And much to your surprise, he seems to be showing interest in you. But you are smart enough to be suspicious. Is he asking about you because he shares your feelings, or is there something he wants from you?

Warnings: None!

Words: 1.9k

Notes: It's been a long while since I've watched TVD; but this takes place in Mystic Falls - the events of The Originals has/did not take place. Also, I don't remember if Heretic's hearts beat, so just go with it lol.

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo TVD/Klaus Taglist: @flourishandblotts-inc, @violentmommabear42

"Haven't you memorized that thing already?" Caroline asked as she watched you flipped through the large grimoire in front of you for the third time.

"Probably." You muttered. "But I wont know until I end up having to use one in the heat of the moment."

As the front door opened and shut, your eyes lifted as you saw Damon entering. You squinted as you noted how Damon's eyes seemed to be studying you an unusual amount. As he began making himself a drink, you saw how he was watching you in the reflection of a mirror.

"Is there something you want Damon, or are you just staring at me for fun?" You asked as you looked fully over at him.

Your question earned the attention of everyone in the room, as they all turned to Damon expectantly.

Turning, he took a drink before he pointed at you. "How well do you know Klaus?"

You felt your heart palpitate at the question as you furrowed your brow. "I don't. Not really. I've talked to him not even a handful of times. Why?"

"Because he seems to have an unusual amount of interest in you."

You felt your neck and ears heat up at this new information. Why would he be asking about you? What did he want? Why were you suddenly on is radar when he barely seemed to note your presence before?

Now you felt all eyes on you. "What do you mean?"

"Does he want Y/n to perform a spell for him or something?" Caroline asked.

"That's not the kind of interest he seemed to be showing." Damon said as he sat down. "He's been asking personal questions."

Your face only grew hotter at this, and you looked between Caroline, Bonnie and Elena, who stared at you in surprise.

"I think the big bad hybrid has a crush." Damon said in an almost sing-song voice.

"That's ridiculous." You said as you turned your attention back to the grimoire, trying to play this new information off as uninteresting. "He is probably just trying to weasel his way into getting me to do something for him."

"Yeah, something alright." Caroline teased.

Grabbing a nearby pencil, you threw it at her. "Not funny" you tried to sound serious, but it was hard to hide the smile playing at your lips.

After you were bombarded by an array of comments and questions, you decided to leave the mansion. You needed to clear your thoughts.

When Klaus first arrived in Mystic Falls, he was the enemy. But over the last few years, and after some unusual events, he was a frenemy of sorts. Not all bad, not all good. He caused trouble, but also helped when there was danger in the town. You weren't truly sure what to think of him, but you knew one thing for sure. The Hybrid interested you.

Niklaus Mikaelson was charming, and could be kind if he wanted to, though it was often over-looked by the troublesome and dangerous sides. He was strong, powerful, and attractive. He made you nervous is a variety of different ways, and you hated it. But one consolation was the thought that he didn't really know much about you, or seemed to care.

But now, he was asking about you. Every time you thought about it, you felt your chest tighten and your stomach twist. Your heart would beat faster, your face would burn hotter. Why would he notice you all of a sudden? Did he really just want to use you in some way?

The last time you were around each other, he did learn you were not just a vampire but a heretic. And he saw how powerful you could be. Maybe he wanted to use it now.

If that was what he wanted, you weren't just going to turn over for him. No matter how much he flattered, or charmed you. You knew he could be dangerous, and no matter if you had a crush on him or not, you would not let him use you.

- - - - -

Looking down at the flyer, you read it over once more before setting aside and looking up at Matt. "You'd think everyone would be tired of festivals and balls by now, we seem to have one every week."

Matt smirked "Yeah tell me about it. I get tired of having to work at all of them, sometimes the pay isn't even worth it. But, this is Mystic Fall's Summer Solstice Ball, so obviously I have to go. Are you?"

You rolled your eyes, amused. "I would say no, I'm not. But no doubt I will be dragged out by Caroline. She's determined to go to every party, festival and ball she can this summer before returning to the college."

"Well Caroline does love a party." Matt commented before he turned to attend another customer.

You smiled as you looked down at your phone. Suddenly, you felt a chill run up your neck, as an overwhelming feeling of being watched washed over you. Slowly looking up, your eyes locked on a pair of blue eyes over Matt's shoulder. As Matt moved out of view, you saw the full view of Klaus' as he continued to stare at you.

You felt a shiver run trough your whole body as your heart picked up speed. You knew he noticed this, as a smirk slowly crossed his face. Watching as he slowly lifted his hand, and waved at you, you felt almost unable to look away.

Watching as he slid out of his seat, you knew he was coming over to you. You took a deep breath and tried to steady your nerves. You met Matt's gaze for a moment and you saw him furrow his brow as you felt someone sit on the stool beside you.

Clutching at what courage you had, you straightened up and looked over at Klaus, holding his gaze. "Niklaus." You greeted.

He smiled and spoke with a low and steady voice. "Y/n."

You felt goosebumps rise up your arms as he said your name. You tried to sound disinterested as you spoke "Can I help you with something?"

"Oh, I'm sure you could help me with many things. But, I am not here to ask for a favor."

You studied him for a moment, as you tried to decide if he was lying, He stared at you, patiently waiting, as though he knew what you were doing.

"Damon said you were asking about me, forgive me for assuming that means you wanted something out of me."

He smirked again, something he seemed to do more often than not. "I was simply asking questions out of curiosity, and interest."

"Interest in what?"

My magic? My ancestry?

"You." The response was simple, and spoken as though it answered every other question you might have. But it didn't.

"Why." Not a question of curiosity, but a demand to know what he wanted from you.

"Can't I just be interested in wanting to know you?" He mused.

"Well, you tend to have a bad reputation of using my friends, so forgive me for not believing that's all this is."

"And I understand your caution entirely, but tell me, what can I do to convince you I have no intention of abusing your power for my own means."

"Stop causing unnecessary trouble for me and my friends and almost getting us killed would be a good start."

He lifted his hands up "Have you seen any trouble in recent weeks or am I correct in stating it's been rather quiet around here recently?"

"Well there was that incident at your families home last week."

You saw his eyes almost twinkle. "Yes. That. Well, though I can promise I know how to behave when it's necessary, I cannot promise that the behavior of my siblings."

You shrugged your head a bit, in a small amount of understanding. "I suppose I can't hold that against you."

Klaus slowly reached over and pulled the flyer for the solstice ball towards him. He hummed to himself "So this is the ball my sister has been incessantly talking about. Going?" He asked while looking up at you.

Looking from the flyer to his eyes, you could see in his eyes that he already knew the answer. "So we're not going to pretend you weren't listening to mine and Matt's conversation earlier then?"

His lips slowly curled into a wide smile as he tapped his fingers on the flyer. "What can I say, I love listening to you talk."

You rolled your eyes, swallowing down the lump in our throat as you hoped the heat you could feel in your cheeks was not visible.

Klaus kept his gaze on your face as he lowered his voice "I do hope you decide to attend."

"Why? I hope you're not planning to cause trouble."

Lifting his hand and placing it on his chest, he gave you a puppy-eyed look "Cross my heart." His face became amused as he leaned in a little closer to you. "No, love, I simply wish to have the chance to dance with you."

Meeting his gaze, you tried to see through him. Looking for a look of mischief, deceit, but all you found was an earnest and somewhat flirtatious gaze.

"What if I can't dance?"

"I'll teach you." He retorted quickly.

Unable to stop it, you let out a soft laugh, not missing the way his eyes lit up when you did.

"You don't give up easily do you?"

"I don't give up at all."

"Funny, you don't seem the patient type."

Klaus lowered his voice and leaned in, as though he was going to tell you a secret. "The best things in life Y/n, are worth waiting for. And I think you, love, are something I would wait a very long time for."

You countered his lowered tone and gaze. "What makes you think you wont be waiting forever?"

His lips curled a little, and you saw his eyes dart to your lips, before he met your gaze again. "Because I can hear the way your heart beats when I'm near you. And I know it's not out of fear. It beats like that, only for the thing it wants."

"Don't think you know what my heart wants."

"But I do know. And I know because if my heart were still beating, it would be beating the same way, for you."

Silence lingered between you as you stared into each others eyes. Another moment passed before Klaus reached over and took your hand. You jolted slightly at the sudden contact.

Bringing your hand up to his face, Klaus pressed a slow and delicate kiss to your hand, while keeping his eyes locked with yours.

Letting go, he stood from his stool "I assure you, Y/n, I am a very patient man." Leaning down, he brought his lips to your ear. "But I don't think I'll be waiting long at all."

You felt his presence vanish as he left the bar, and left you with a racing heart and mind.

"What the hell was that?"

Matt's voice broke you from your thoughts. You met his eyes and shook your head, before lying "I have no idea."

Turning, you looked at the door, thinking back on all he said. You knew it was bad idea, but maybe, just maybe, you would go to the ball after all.

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