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shrenvents · 28 days

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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wholoveseggs · 4 months

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~♡~Dating the Mikaelsons~♡~

One-Shot Edition

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

♡A date with Elijah♡

You are at the compound to confess your feelings to Elijah, as your nerves get the better of you, he finds a way to help you relax.

In celebration of getting to one-hundred followers I wrote some smutty one-shots based on my dating the mikaelsons headcanons.

♡ Thanks for all the love and support ♡

Warnings: smut, oral, my bias towards Elijah cannot be tamed ♡♡

{Part One -Klaus} ♡ {Part Two - Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel}

Your heart was beating so rapidly you were sure he heard it before you even entered the compound. As you passed the iron gates you held your hand out, observing how much you were trembling. You took slow, deep breaths, willing yourself to relax.

You had been nervous before you'd come but nothing like this. When you and Elijah had first met you had felt an instant connection. You could tell the attraction was mutual. His eyes watched you as you moved around the room, scanning your body. But he made no move towards you, that was just his nature, always polite, always a gentleman.

But that had been five weeks ago. The air was alight with tension. You had practically fucked him with your eyes, you had pulled every trick in the book to seduce him, and it seemed as though he was unphased.

You sighed heavily, and you wondered if he actually did like you. Maybe you had completely misread the situation and were falling for a man that you didn't even stand a chance with.

But today was the day you were going to put yourself on the line. You were going to lay it all out, either he accepted or he rejected you. And hopefully rejected didn't mean get the hell out.

You stood with your hand on the banister, psyching yourself up to make the move and knock on his door. You cursed when you lost your nerve and stepped to the bottom of the stairs, pacing up and down on the landing.

At the fifth round of pacing you stopped and let out a frustrated cry. Even if he didn't feel the same, he wouldn't be cruel, he would be polite and let you down gently and try to not make things awkward. If you didn't just do it now you were never going to be brave enough.

"Hello there," his deep, intoxicating voice interrupted your internal anguish.

"H...hello," you said, standing in shock. He smiled down at you, a true, genuine smile and you suddenly relaxed.

"Are you alright? What are you doing here?" he asked, a little confused at seeing you standing on the compound's staircase looking like you had just seen a ghost.

"Well, I...I came to see you...I, er I wanted to talk to you...can we talk?" you blurted. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you tried to compose yourself, you felt like a teenage girl asking a boy on a date, and the realization made you smile to yourself.

"Is everything ok? Is it Niklaus?" he asked, a little concerned, he moved to the bottom of the steps, slightly closer to you.

"Everything is ok, I promise. Can we talk somewhere private? Privately? Privately...alone..." you babbled. Your nerves were getting the better of you as he had taken you completely by surprise with his sudden appearance.

He laughed a soft, low, melodic laugh and the sound flooded your stomach with butterflies, your hands began to shake again. He noticed you trembling, and took your hands in his, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs, his actions completely not helping your nerves.

"Your heart is beating quite fast. Are you sure you're feeling quite alright?" he asked with a slight smirk.

You nodded, a little breathless. He was close, so close, too close, you looked down at the floor, finding it hard to meet his eyes, you never realized how intimate holding hands could be.

"Where would you like to go to talk? Somewhere you feel comfortable?" he asked softly, concern creeping into his voice.

"Your bedroom," you blurted again, then wished the earth would swallow you up. You just couldn't help yourself. He seemed to find it amusing, once again letting out the delightful laugh that made your stomach turn backflips,

"Are you suggesting that I take you to bed?" he asked, teasing you.

You blushed, so thankful that he was flirting and you hadn't fucked everything up. It was reassuring enough for you to look him in the eye and tease him back.

"Are you saying you'd like to take me to bed?" you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.

He watched you carefully for a moment, then suddenly got serious. He took another step closer, your hands still firmly grasped in his. He brought them up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hands, never breaking eye contact. You felt weak, your heart was hammering in your chest and you willed yourself to make a move.

You pulled him in closer, closing the distance between your lips, his hand moved to the back of your neck, gently drawing you in, cradling your head. Your lips barely touched at first, your eyes remained open, studying each others expressions. Elijah brought his lips to yours again, this time, it was gentle, soft, passionate. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips slowly move against yours, his other hand on the small of your back, pressing your body against his.

You parted, your breathing heavy and labored, he rested his forehead against yours, not allowing too much distance. He stroked his thumb over your cheek, looking deep into your eyes, suddenly you weren't worried anymore, not even a little bit. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

He pressed his lips to yours once more, in a soft, gentle kiss. He pulled away, taking your hand in his, "Come," was all he said, his face tender and loving as he gently led you up the stairs.

You reached his bedroom, he turned to face you, a small, shy smile on his lips. You had never seen him look shy or nervous before. His eyes met yours and he cupped your face, stroking your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

"Is this why you came here today?" he asked, his voice quiet, unsure.

You nodded, a slow smile forming, your hands resting on his chest. "Why did you think I came?"

He shrugged, a little embarrassed.

"Elijah, I've been flirting with you since the first day I met you. I was hoping it would get to a point where you would want to kiss me," you smiled, reaching up and stroking his hair.

He gave you a shy grin and averted his gaze before looking at you, clearly wanting to say something, not sure if he should.

"You are so beautiful, and my world is not," he said with a gentle sigh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, "Your world isn't that bad," you said softly.

He smirked a little, but there was still a sadness in his eyes. "Many of my lovers have met unfortunate ends," he let out, still caressing your cheek.

You knew he had a past. And no doubt a lot of blood was on his hands, but he had also saved lives and killed for the sake of life. There was good in him, and a sort of selflessness that was rare in any person.

"You deserve to be happy, Elijah," you said honestly. "You are allowed to love," you looked up at him, hoping that he would understand, that he would believe in himself just like you believed in him.

He didn't say anything for a while, he was used to pushing his feelings down. He seemed to be searching for words, his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer.

You pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss, and he let out a content sigh, his body losing its tension. You pulled away and glanced at his bed then back to him, desperate for him to finally make a move. He smiled a gentle, almost apologetic smile and kissed you again, more passionate this time.

His kisses were soft yet fierce, driven by need, a hunger that he was fighting to contain. You melted against him, letting him lead the kiss, letting his tongue move over yours as he deepened it.

You moved together towards his bed, never breaking your kiss. You felt the back of your knees hit the mattress and you sat, looking up at Elijah, his eyes gentle, his smile soft as he knelt before you, removing your boots.

It was the sweetest gesture, so sexy and intimate. He kissed your calf as he unzipped one and tugged it off, before moving to your other leg and doing the same, never breaking eye contact. You opened your legs slightly, your skirt riding up your thighs and he moved between them.

He kissed you again, slow and sensuous, you unbuttoned his shirt as his fingers slipped beneath your top. Your eyes closed, feeling his fingertips on your back as he lifted your top over your head.

You finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off him and pulling him closer. Your breasts pressed against his bare chest, his arms wrapping around your body. You ran your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp before kissing him.

He watched you with nothing but adoration, his hands massaging your back before placing them on your waist. You could tell that he wanted to take his time, he was enjoying the foreplay, teasing and savoring each moment. You desperately wanted him to speed up though, feeling his kisses move from your lips, down your neck, his tongue gently darting over your skin.

A moan escaped your lips and your eyes closed as he reached your chest. You panted a little, breathing heavily and you felt him grin against your skin. A sexy, playful smirk formed on his lips as he unhooked your bra.

Your hands found his chest and slowly ran them down his smooth, muscled torso, coming to his belt, swiftly undoing it, and throwing it to the side. He chuckled as you wriggled from his grasp, scooting back onto the bed. You leaned back, resting on your elbows, admiring the gorgeous man that had knelt before you.

Elijah took his time just watching you, his gaze roaming over your curves, taking everything in. You took the opportunity to take your skirt off, leaving you in just your panties. He crawled onto the bed and up your body, your legs wrapping around his waist as he reached you.

He gently kissed you, reaching his hand behind your head, cradling you as he explored your mouth. You softly moaned, grinding against him, growing more impatient and needy. He seemed content to kiss you for a while, moving his mouth from yours to tease your neck.

"Elijah," you panted, squirming beneath him, begging for more.

He smirked against your neck and stopped his torture, sliding your panties down your legs, his fingers, gently brushing your calves. His mouth moved to your thigh and he pressed his lips to your skin before hovering just above where you wanted to feel him the most.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your pussy, his hot breath making you tremble. You bucked your hips against him, urging him on, not wanting to beg, trying to keep the upper hand. He seemed to enjoy seeing you squirm, it made him chuckle a little and finally, finally put his mouth where you needed.

He looked up and gave you a devious smirk. His dark eyes pierced yours and your mouth fell open, letting out a deep moan as he slowly flattened his tongue against you and licked along the length of your pussy, swirling around your clit.

You ran your hands through his hair, feeling his tongue begin its torment, slowly licking, sucking, kissing and tasting, taking his time. Your eyes fluttered shut, panting, tugging on his hair when he hooked your leg over his shoulder and began to fuck you with his tongue.

Your whole body was trembling, the pleasure increasing with each flick and thrust of his tongue. When his mouth closed over your clit and he began sucking gently, you knew that it wouldn't be long before he turned you into a shaking, trembling mess.

But he had other ideas.

You opened your eyes, squirming and desperate, as he completely pulled away. He kneeled up, smirking at your disappointed face.

"You look so beautiful like this," he said softly, stroking your thigh. Before leaning over you as he slowly slid his hand up your stomach and over your breasts, stopping to lightly pinch your nipples.

"Enough teasing, Elijah," you whispered breathlessly, bucking your hips, grinding your pussy against nothing.

His smirk grew even wider, the corner of his mouth twisting, taking one of your hands in his. "Soon, darling," he breathed against your ear. He leaned against you, his muscular chest was warm and firm with the light sprinkling of chest hairs tickling your skin.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, one arm on the side of your head, the other lacing his fingers with yours, pinning your hand above you.

It was sweet and unexpected, and you couldn't resist, leaning up and kissing him softly. "I'm sure," you whispered against his lips.

You reached around to tug on his pants, signaling that you had had enough of his torment. He smirked and leaned back to grant you access, watching you with amusement as you unzipped him.

You slid your hands inside, freeing his already hard cock, biting your lip, feeling the weight of him in your hands. You gently stroked him, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the feeling, then a small, dark grin graced his features.

He intertwined his hands with yours, settling himself between your legs. He hovered over you, looking deep into your eyes. There were so many things he wanted to say, you could see it in the way his eyes darted over your face, emotions going from lust to admiration to wonderment, hopefulness. But he didn't, he didn't need to, he had his own way with words.

He cradled the back of your head, your faces almost touching as he finally eased into you, watching, waiting for you to tell him that he could keep going. You wrapped your legs around his waist and nodded, causing his entire body to relax as he began to move.

There was nothing rushed, or fast, or driven by animalistic desire. His movements were gentle, slow, considered and loving. He caressed you as he rested his weight on his forearms either side of your head, rocking gently.

"You feel so good," he groaned, capturing your lips in his, with a slow, deep, sensual kiss.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, each thrust drawing gasps and groans from you both. His arm wandered down to the small of your back, resting the weight of your lower body against him, so the rest of you was pressed into the mattress.

This new angle made everything more intense, hitting the most sensitive part inside of you, each movement of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

Your fingers ran through his hair, the feeling of him thrusting over and over, in a gentle, rolling motion was overwhelming every sense. You crushed your mouth against his, needy and desperate, hoping that it would convey your feelings you couldn't express with words.

You couldn't hold on any longer, your cheeks flushed as you buried your face in his shoulder, letting out a soft guttural moan. Every nerve ending flooded with pleasure, your vision began to blur, you were completely overcome by your orgasm.

Elijah softly chuckled, looking pleased with himself, feeling you tense around him. You whimpered slightly, your hands clasping his biceps as you came down from the high. He nipped at your ear, his lips ghosting along your neck, sending a thrill through your body.

"You make such pretty sounds," he murmured, his words turning you on again as he started to thrust a little harder, to the pace he needed.

You avoided his gaze, slightly embarrassed, and he tilted your chin up, bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You squealed a little, surprised at his sudden passion and force, his thrusts pushing you into bed. You moaned into his mouth, his movements becoming more erratic, harder. You held onto his shoulders for support, wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling him pound into you.

He gripped your thighs, pushing your knees up around your waist, the new position allowed him to penetrate deep, and your whimpers grew louder and higher. He gave you a dark smile, clearly enjoying the fact that he could turn you into a moaning mess.

You buried your face in his shoulder again as he kept pounding you, making you tingly and light-headed. You wanted it to last forever, the way he was fucking you as if his life depended on it. His need for you and the relentless friction as his cock moved in and out of you brought you to the edge once more.

He smirked, his eyes piercing yours, leaning back, his thumb slid between you, gently playing with your clit. You cried out, your nails digging into his arms as your release overwhelmed you.

Your mouth fell open and your body contracted, the moment was so intense, a whole-body experience, Elijah didn't let up, fucking you right through it. Your moans grew louder, he was relentless, his thrusts getting harder and faster. His hands grasped the back of your thighs, gripping and spreading them wide as he buried himself deep inside of you.

His own smirk became strained as he stared down at you in delight. You knew, when he pressed his body against yours, your lips with his, he was about to find his own release.

Elijah let out the sexiest, deepest groan into your mouth, barely moving as he filled you with his cum. You stroked his hair and as he lay on top of you, his eyes closed, enjoying the bliss.

His kiss turned tender, loving and passionate and he laced his fingers with yours, squeezing gently. You smiled, kissing him softly and he rolled over, pulling you to his side, running his hands through your hair.

You intertwined your legs and rested your head on his chest, glancing up at him every now and then. He was enjoying the moment, both of you basking in the glorious glow of your love-making.

"Why were you so nervous?" he asked softly, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, a sweet and almost boyish grin spreading over his lips.

You blushed, thinking back to a mere hour ago, when your nerves were absolutely wrecked. "I thought you wouldn't feel the same. I was terrified that I'd scare you away," you explained, burying your face in his chest, embarrassed that you had felt scared.

Elijah gently took your chin, guiding you to look at him. He ran his fingers down your cheek, smiling fondly. "How could I not feel the same? Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, you've set my heart alight."

You felt the butterflies return, how could you have doubted him? Him of all people. He was the most romantic and sincere person you had ever met, he simply refused to express his feelings unless they were true.

"So... That's a yes?"

"To?" Elijah asked, an amused grin growing on his face as he waited for your response.

"You want to go out sometime?" you asked, only a little shy this time.

He laughed a deep, genuine laugh, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I would like nothing more."

{Part One -Klaus} ♡ {Part Two - Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel}

♡♡ Thanks for reading my a date with... series! please check out the other ones if you haven't already ♡♡

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starlightandfairies · 3 months

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Shirts ~ Elijah Mikaelson~

Description: Reader steals Elijah's shirts

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view,

Word Count: 1,005

First Person's POV

Last night was bucketing down with rain, the Mikaelsons needed help and I came as soon as I could to lend the support that was needed. My relationship with Elijah was about three months in, I loved every moment of our relationship, he was the dream man and was good for me. We hadn't stayed at the other's place overnight so when Elijah offered me to stay at the compound I didn't think of the fact that I wouldn't have any clothes to change into. So, as I stood in Elijah's bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me, meaning I had to improvise.

I grabbed one of Elijah's shirts, found a pair of his boxers, then glanced around Elijah's room and took notice of his safe haven that held objects that amplified Elijah's likes into physical form. The history alone that was in the room fascinated me and I wish I could've been a vampire from centuries ago to see the world in all its glory. I jumped hearing a sound, I slowly turned around, offering a shy smile to Elijah as he stared at me with admiration in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Elijah but once I had showered I realised that I didn't have any clothes and so I borrowed your clothes... I hope you don't mind, I know I should've asked beforehand..." Elijah walked forward, his hands resting on my arms, a soft smile gracing his lips as he rested a kiss on my forehead.

"No need to apologise, you look quite adorable." He whispered, rolling up the sleeves of what was currently my shirt, I stared at him with love in my eyes, I wanted to be stuck in these moments forever and I hoped with every fibre in my being that what I had with Elijah wouldn't disappear.

"You think I look adorable?" I questioned, smiling happily at the confession that slipped his lips.

"I do. You, my dear, always look stunning."

"Hmm, thank you." I gleamed, kissing his cheek and began looking at the bookshelf he had in his room.

"You know, despite how sad it must be from time to time... I wish I could've been a vampire around when you became one. Just seeing all that history, experiencing it for myself... I think I would've enjoyed it." I watched as Elijah grabbed a leather-bound book off the shelf and gestured to sit on the bed.

"This is my journal from 1322-1325. I didn't write every day, just when I needed to, I know you have an interest in the 1300s and so maybe reading about my retellings might be enough." I carefully placed the book to the side, wrapped my arms around him and whispered against his ear.

"Thank you for paying attention, thanking you for knowing what I like." It was an odd feeling, my past relationships didn't pay attention to my interests as Elijah did and having him know what I liked, it made me feel special and considered.

"Why wouldn't I pay attention to what you liked?" He brushed my hair away from his face, his hand remaining against my cheek and staring at me with his usual resting face of concern.

"I'm just... before I met you, I prepared myself to be let down in relationships, so sometimes I have to remind myself you are an absolute gentleman and I have no need to worry about you remembering my birthday, my favourite time period or anything like that." Elijah nodded, taking a breath, offering a smile and pulled me to rest against his chest as we lay together in his obnoxiously large bed and he read his journal entries from those three years.

"I'll have these washed, make sure you get your clothes back."

"No need to worry, I'll wash them, set them aside and they can be yours if you don't have anything to wear." He placed the journal away within the blink of an eye and then he was back on the bed with me in his arms.

"Thank you... maybe every now and again you could wear the shirt, please? So it has your scent?" He let a soft chuckle escape his lips, nodding at my request and gently squeezing my hand as he paused for a moment. Taking in the moment and mindlessly began running his thumb up and down my thigh.

"Yes, I can do that. Anything for you."

The next morning, for a moment I felt like I couldn't breathe, it was like there was a weight over my chest and it took me a good moment to realise that it was just Elijah's arm. I tried prying his arm off, however, his arm only seemed to be getting heavier against me.

"Elijah..." I patted his arm, hoping his vampiric hearing would be active during his slumber.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, sitting up instantly and looked around the room for any impending danger. I sucked in a deep breath, holding his hand and kissed it lightly.

"I'm fine. I just couldn't breathe properly, your arm was dead weight." He nods, still looking worried and concerned over my well-being.

"I apologise." I smiled, kissing his lips lightly and began running my hands through his hair, admiring the man and soaking in this moment with him looking at peace for once in his rare moments of modern life.

"No need to say sorry. It just shows that even in sleep you're protecting me." Elijah chuckled softly, his chesty laugh was music to my ears, one of my favourite sounds to listen to once I realised it existed.

"You're right, darling." He whispered, continuing to caress my cheek, smiling lightly and staying in the moment with me for a good while before the real world caught up with us again and sucked it all away like ripping off a bandaid.

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theeoriginals · 5 months

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Might be really lame but can I request Klaus meeting Reader after she attends the funeral of a relative in Mystic Falls? Maybe he makes her smile or something cheesy like that. Just a little meet cute goodness would be lovely 💗

she's the giggle at a funeral | klaus mikaelson

author's note; me writing things that could be considered love at first sight? it's more likely than you think

warnings: tw death, death of a grandparent, it's not graphic but it's the overall theme, grieving, brief angst just bc of internal feelings, but then klaus shows up and makes it all better. corny cheesy gooey feelings <3 enjoy

Her grandmother prided herself on her intuition.

She’d grown up with the stories of witches and vampires and everything else that went bump in the night, and though she got older and dismissed most of the warnings she’d been told her whole life, she never forgot that her grandmother was someone who believed.

And everyone else had always believed in her grandma, too. She was sought out everywhere she went. People naturally flocked to her, as if they could tell she had all of the answers to life in the palms of her wrinkled hands, and she’d lost count of how many times she’d seen someone literally throw themselves at her grandma’s feet, begging for help, or answers, or god knows what.

Her grandma liked helping people. But more than anything, her grandma liked being right. She prided herself on her intuition, and how it never steered her wrong, and it never did any harm to anyone else, either.

When her grandma first moved to Mystic Falls, the entire family had been upset because of the distance it would put between them all. But she’d waved them all off, and said she had to. That one day it would make sense, and they would see why she had to come to this town and help them. It didn’t surprise her as a child, because she’d never doubted her grandma’s desire to help people. That was something that scary stories would never take away, no matter how old she got.

She didn’t make it out much to see her grandmother. A few times here or there, but between college and then life, it got harder to make the trip. It was never worth the cost of a flight, so she always drove, but that took up time she didn’t have these days. It never changed her relationship with her grandma, though, because the woman called nearly every night, and every night, she would say that it was about time she made the trip out there.

Her grandma always said she should come out there and stay for a little while. That it would be good to slow down and take in the scenery, and breathe fresh air. That she might even meet someone she likes, or something. Her grandmother was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

She never did get to go to Mystic Falls as much as she and her grandmother wanted, but she was here now.

It just never occurred to her that it would be because her grandmother was dead.

It’s been a long week. But, today in particular was grueling.

It’s not easy losing a loved one, anyone knows that. But she really hadn’t thought about what it would be like to lose her grandmother, who was not only a hero of a woman to their family, but to a community as a whole.

It didn’t make it any easier that she didn’t realize how loved her grandmother was in the tiny town she’d chosen to live out the rest of her days in. She didn’t realize how close knit Mystic Falls was, and how it would be such an ordeal to plan her grandmother’s funeral to the point she’d be dealing with the Mayor about it.

Mayor Carol Lockwood, as it turns out, is a very tenacious woman. She refused to do anything less than host the wake at her house, and pay for any and all accommodations necessary to put her grandmother to rest.

At first she was scared of imposing, after all, she hardly knew any of these people, and couldn’t fathom wanting to pay for someone’s funeral just because of how well-known they were, but Mayor Lockwood wouldn’t budge on it and she eventually caved.

All of that is what led her to the wake, held at the Lockwood’s mayoral manor. It was a beautiful house, on a nice, large piece of property that was currently filled with what looked, and felt, like the entire town.

Hours had passed since the whole thing started, and she doesn’t think she’s had a single moment to form a coherent thought outside of the compulsory acceptances of all of the condolences and well wishes directed at her. Her grandmother was old– that’s what had done it in the end.

She was old, and she had lived her life to the fullest extent, and she went peacefully. Yet somehow the feeling of every stranger’s apologies and somewhat condescending grief was making it out to be like she’d died in some tragic accident. Like it wasn’t entirely expected at this stage, and probably years ago from some people in their family.

She hasn’t really cried since she found out. Of course, the initial reaction was surprise, and a few tears were shed as she talked to the hospital employee about what all was going to happen next, but other than that she hadn’t really cried. Like she’d said– it wasn’t shocking considering her age, but it’s been such a whirlwind of people since she got to Mystic Falls that she hasn’t really realized that her grandmother was gone.

Between Mayor Lockwood’s almost overbearing welcome wagon, and the sheer amount of people that apparently knew her grandmother well enough to come to her wake, she hasn’t really been thinking about the fact that all of this is not for any other reason besides the fact that her grandma died.

The sudden thought has her inhaling sharply and she clasps her hands together in front of her, pinkies twisting into the black fabric of her dress. She clears her throat softly, offering a polite smile to the few people she’d been half-heartedly conversing with about nothing of importance.

“If you’ll excuse me for a minute,” She says, ducking her head down as they all nod her away, oblivious to the sudden line of tension straightening her shoulders out.

She makes her way through the house she’d grown quickly familiar with over the past week, planning things with Carol, and being invited to the so-called family dinners with just her and her son, who looked like he could care less about everything going on around him.

She makes it to the backside of the wrap-around porch and finds it mercifully empty, and with a quick glance to the large yard that surrounds the property, she finds that most everyone has migrated towards the shimmering pond, or the gazebo, enjoying the fall sun that’s no longer too hot to bear standing beneath, taking it all in before it becomes too cold to enjoy.

She practically throws herself down into one of the rocking chairs staged neatly on the porch with a small table in between the two of them, and drops her face into her hands, letting her tears fall silently.

It’s not overwhelming, necessarily, and there’s no ugly sobbing, but there’s tears. Plenty of them, too. She already knows her eyes will be sore tomorrow, and she’ll most likely have a pounding headache tomorrow from it all. She’s going to have to make a detour into one of the bathrooms before she shows her face again, because she doesn’t think she’s allowed to be so openly grieving at this point. She’s held it together all week, and suddenly, at the very end of it all, she loses it? She’s sure it would get her a few strange stares from the countless people here to send her grandmother off.

She’s spiraling quickly, down that horrible, embarrassing train of thought that is likely just making her cry harder when her privacy is interrupted.

She startles at the sound of a throat being cleared pointedly, but not impolitely, and she wipes at her face messily, trying to stop the flow of tears as she turns to face the source of the disruption.

Her breath stalls in her chest as she tilts her head back, craning her neck to meet the gaze of the man standing above her, hands tucked into the pockets of his suit pants. He’s dressed for the occasion, but as far as she can tell, he’s just another nameless face that’s come to pay respects to her grandma.

“Sorry,” She says, wincing at the hoarse quality of her voice. “I’m sorry.”

The man raises a brow, his blue eyes still peering down at her with a shockingly neutral shine to them. Not leaning too far in indifference, or the collective grief being passed around today.

“What are you apologizing for?”

She bites the end of her tongue, wringing her hands together. “Um– I don't know?” She grimaces at her response, tearing her eyes away from his, feeling entirely too seen.

The man takes the other chair beside her, his hand draped over the armrest, fingers nearly touching the small table between them. “I would’ve thought it was everyone else saying sorry to you today,” He said, an almost hesitant degree of amusement in his voice. “Not the other way around.”

She nods, resolutely embarrassed at the fact that this man has caught her right at her breaking point. “Yeah, uh, they were. But I was just… over it.” She huffs a quiet noise. “Is that horrible of me to say?”

“I can imagine it gets tiring dealing with all of these people,” He says, hand waving lazily at the people gathered all around the mansion. “Strangers telling you how much they’re going to miss someone.”

She sighs, tapping the tips of her fingers together in a mindless rhythm. “They mean well. I’ve always known the person my grandma was, and this– this community meant everything to her. It’s just odd to think that she was something important to everyone here, but I don’t know them at all. It makes it hard to believe that all of this is because she’s gone,” She shrugs slightly, at a loss for words. In her momentary silence she cringes, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I am so sorry for dumping that on you. You're probably one of the people coming to say sorry to me, and I just totally–”

“No, it’s alright,” He is quick to interrupt her, his hand reaching out to rest atop her arm, not squeezing but not at all unnoticeable. “I understand. I’ve never been one to publicly grieve. It’s certainly not easy when you have an entire town watching.”

She huffs out a wry laugh, lifting her gaze from where it had been stuck on his hand now gently caressing her arm, and meets his all-knowing look.

She’s sure she looks like a mess right now, tired and tear-streaked. Her makeup is probably smudged from her tears and her hasty attempt at cleaning herself up without a mirror present, but the longer she looks into his eyes, the farther any concerns about her appearance slip to the back of her mind.

Her small smile lingers on her face, and she fights the urge to let it get bigger. She could be wrong– she doesn’t know this man at all, of course, but the longer she looks at him, the more she begins to think that he’s looking at her like she’s beautiful. Like despite the grief she’s expressing, she’s still something he wants to look at, and he doesn’t even know her name.

And, for the first time since she got that phone call last week, she feels that taut line of tension loosen just enough for her to finally catch her breath.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she brings her other hand up to rest atop his, the move startling him slightly as if he hadn’t realized he was still offering her that bit of comfort. She doesn’t make any verbal note of it, because she doesn’t want to lose it, and he’s done the exact opposite of making her uncomfortable. He’s made her more comfortable in this town, in this house than she has been all week.

“What’s your name?” She asks, eyes wide and imploring as she looks at the beautiful, blue-eyed mystery man.

She’s not sure what he sees in her own eyes, but she hopes it’s as unintentionally endearing as whatever is in his.

“Klaus,” He breathes out, voice practically a whisper. “Klaus Mikaelson.”

Her brows twitch in a slight furrow as she processes his name, and she feels her smile grow larger despite herself. “Klaus,” She echoes softly, immediately liking the way it feels rolling off her tongue. She offers her name in return, and feels his fingers twitch where they rest trapped between her skin, a source of heat that’s making her feel something she can’t quite put her finger on.

“Klaus,” She says again, watching the way he responds to her, feeling her heart race as the blue rings of his eyes expand. “Would you do me the absolute biggest favor, and help me escape from this place?”

He chuckles, and his hand clamps down on her arm, the pads of his fingers pressing into the soft skin there. “Where do you want to go?”

She shrugs, an easygoing smile on her face. “I haven’t decided yet,”

He ducks his head in a dutiful nod, standing up carefully and pulling her with him. “We’ll figure it out on the way, then. After you?”

She intertwines their fingers and pulls them towards the stairs that lead down and away from the house, and spares a glance back at it, shaking her head wistfully. Her grandmother hadn’t been wrong about what this town could offer her, it seems. But then again, there was never any doubt in her mind about that to begin with.

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madissonsworld · 23 days

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Imagine being pregnant with klaus kid and be having pregnancy hormones.

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This is my first time writing something were, so it’s probably not very good, but everything takes time right !!

I hope you like it 🫶🏻

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I just woke up feeling the other side of the bed cold, rapidly noticing that klaus was not by my side. I ignored the fact and got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I just made 3 months of pregnancy and I was full of mood swings and it was literally annoying me. I couldn’t take this, one minute I was happily laughing with klaus and the next minute I was screaming at him that I was tired of him.

I got out of the shower, prepared myself and went down there. I needed to eat urgently!

Getting to the kitchen, Rebekah was standing there with a blood bag in her hands talking with Elijah meanwhile Davina and Hayley were in the couch watching Netflix. I prepare myself a good breakfast.

“Do you know where Nik is?” I ask Rebekah

“I think he went out with Kol, but I don’t know where” she said. I whisper a mhm and went sitting in the couch.

“What are you guys watching?” I said putting my orange juice and my plate in the table in front of me

“Lucifer” Davina responded

After 3 episodes, I had already eat everything but was still no sign of klaus. I was really getting mad and sad at the same time. I decided to go upstairs to my bedroom and watch a movie by myself.

1 hour .

1 bloody hour has passed and still no sign of klaus. I’m mad but mostly worried.

It’s 1 pm and lunch is being prepared, when klaus suddenly walks into the room.

“Where were you?” I shouted at him

“I’m sorry” he says, and then I realize he was full of blood in his Henley.

“Ah, that’s why you disappeared all this hours. Couldn’t you just leave a note or something?? Huh? I was worried with you for crying out loud” I say

“I went out with Kol to help him to chose a ring for Davina when we were attacked” he said calmly

“You were atta-“ I started but he rapidly respondes

“It wasn’t a big deal, it was some vampires, nothing to you to worry about.” He assured me, and when I went to talk I started crying

“Why are you crying?” He worries, and I really don’t know the answer

“I don’t know.” I say “It must be the bloody hormones, now I’m always like this, and I can’t make it stop.”

And when I thought he was going to hug me. No. The idiot started laughing.

“Ah, you think it’s funny huh??” I say

“No love, not at all” he said, although he continued laughing.

“Your an idiot” I said and he kissed me

“And your so cute when your mad” he smiled trying to kiss me again, but this time I refused the kiss

“You don’t deserve my kisses” I said

“Ah love, you’re playing with fire” he whispered

“Come to lunch” We head Rebekah scream from the living room

“I very much like the harm” I said, walking to the door, seeing klaus following me

“Oh, you can’t go like that, you’re full of blood” I told him and immediately switched his shirt and we both went to lunch.

“We are going to watch a romance movie after lunch “ I said while we walked down the stairs

“No. I refuse.” He said

“You owe me, after disappear for hours and not telling anything” I said back

I hear a sigh coming from him and I already knew I won. This is gonna be an amazing afternoon.

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starythewriter · 9 months

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KOL MIKAELSON X READER X KLAUS MIKAELSON!

(THREESOME ONESHOT)

WARNING: this is 18+ minors DNI.

Rough sex. Safe sex! A lot of kissing.

Elijah is mentioned but no sex or major interactions… if y’all want me to include the others lmk…

A/N: I released this an hour early. I’ll release my master list 2PM PST!

you went back to the mikaelson house, you saw kol and decided to kiss him..

he kissed you back, you both slowly started to make out but kol’s vampire hunger almost took over you saw his fangs, but he broke away… you hugged him calming him down, although you were scared knowing he had insane power turned you on…

You told kol you loved him… and when you were telling him about the vampires you heard something from outside in the garden, it was a howling sound, i thought someone had found us but then kol grabbed my hand… “let's go” he said we ran downstairs… you ran into a room but not far enough as you bumped into kol’s arm… ‘he’s so big’ you thought ‘and hot too’. you looked at him with longing eyes…‘he looks like an avenger, or a knight in shining armor, maybe a demon’. he took your hand and put it behind his head…“do you trust me (y/n)?” he asked looking right into your eyes…‘what are these feelings?’ “always.” You said softly, as he moved towards me, putting one of his hands under my chin… “good… i love you.” he whispered before capturing my lips again…‘that felt so amazing.’ you thought while kissing him back… it got really bad… you pushed him up against the wall and tried to get closer to him but he pushed you off him...“wait… I want to but I can’t right now… ”

you both got up and went down to see klaus, you smiled he kept flirting with you however, you knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist getting jealous about kol for long and soon he would come back. you didn't know who would break first though, and after kol left, Klaus came up to you and gave you a small box of chocolates, you opened them and they were strawberry chocolate covered ones… ‘ you smiled he smirked, you both slowly kissed, after a bit you went out to reinforce, some spells.

you walked to see Elijah, out he was keeping watch as kai was still around, soon you ran into kai he grabbed you by the throat you started to gasp for air, Elijah quickly grabbed Kai and put his stomach facing a tree, however Kai managed to escape, he had a bow shooting Elijah in the arm, Aswell as KOL, quickly klaus grabbed you but you reinforced the spells and hid the house, soon you confronted Kai, but he left and left a note saying “watch out the game is on…”

shortly after you healed Elijah and Kol, you went to check up on kol, but klaus grabbed your arm and kissed you saying “what you did earlier was hot… I love me a powerful witch” he kissed you hard before running off… ‘he must have been drunk… no worries though kol probably won’t mind.’ You smiled ‘this night has been great… i wish klaus would have let me enjoy myself better’. you looked around before walking back inside, ‘ you saw kol, laying down tired, you slowly kissed him, he kissed you back saying “your so sexy… your very pretty my darling” you both shivered, you both undressed and started to tease him by driving your fingers across his legs and collarbone… kol moaned and threw himself onto the bed… ‘he loves my kisses’ you thought happily…

it wasn’t much longer until klaus returned and you saw him staring daggers into kol… you sighed as you stood up scared that they would fight, but you kissed kol again, klaus quickly grabbed him by his throat, you pinned klaus against the wall and kissed him reminding him that your the boss when it comes to your relationships, you kissed klaus, slowly kol and klaus started to fall in love with you and were turned on by you.

finally kol pulled away and you both sat on the bed together talking, you kissed klaus, he kissed you back, then he kissed you passionately and started to undress you… you blushed as he touched you, he gently massaged your breasts as you both started to feel more than just lust… klaus was moaning and sighing as you caressed his cheek, and he began kissing your neck… you moaned as he began kissing your belly button, and as he began sucking on it, he began to unbutton your shirt. klaus pulled the shirt away and you gasped as he sucked on one of your nipples, ‘klaus this was incredible… ‘“please stop.” you begged “you'll hurt yourself.” you whispered, but he continued kissing you… “no, baby! i promise i won’t hurt you i'm just so horny right now! please!” he pleaded… you looked at him while kol took a softer approach kissing your thighs and moved to your forehead planting kisses, slowly touching you moaned loudly, knowing you had two strong brothers wrapped around you the thought of that made you so horny. klaus stopped what he was doing and kissed you “are you ready, love?” he asked in a husky voice, and he helped you out of your pants and underwear, as you laid on the bed you watched as klaus and kol got into bed as well… he grabbed you and started sucking on your breast while klaus kissed his way down your stomach… you both began to moan as they rubbed your clit with their fingers while you both held onto each other… it was all so good… you were enjoying the feeling so much that you forgot about how sore you were.

you were so turned on that you barely noticed kol kissing your nipples while klaus kissed your inner thighs… you groaned ‘why am I so turned on’ you asked yourself… you started to climax and you could hear klaus and kol making passionate sounds, “come on (y/n)!” you could hear klaus whisper into your ear “come with us~” as you moaned out loud and cummed loudly, kol and klaus both shivered, kol enjoyed being in your mouth and klaus loved being inside of you… he was envious of your relationship with his brothers but let it slide for you…

the end. Do not reuse my work or post it somewhere else please.

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kasagia · 1 year

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Our little game pt. 3

~Part 1~ ~Part 2~ ~Part 4~ ~Part 5~

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Thomas has been trying to mend your relationship all weeks leading up to the wedding. You must admit that he was a true, sweet gentleman, but… something was wrong. You didn't feel those butterflies (or moles as Kol used to say) in your stomach when you were close to him. You thought that maybe after bachelorette party and wedding you two would again get along with eachother and everyting will be fine. But drunk you had a completely different idea to solve this situation. Warning(s): smut mention, swearings, I used the thread from "Friends", I don't regret anything (I guess) Word count: 4,6k

*Two months later*

"I can't believe it has gone by so quickly, I feel like I just arrived in New Orleans." I said to the girls while we were putting on our dresses for the party.

"Yes. Me too. I feel like Elijah proposed to me yesterday, and now the four of us are going to my bachelorette party."

"Actually five. I invited Cami." Rebekah corrected Kath while fixing her makeup.

"Since when have you exactly been friends with Klaus' therapist?" I asked, not believing for a moment in her good intentions toward the bartender.

"Since she's trying to talk you out of the ridiculous idea of getting back with your ex."

"Hey! We all agree that we're not going to discuss that topic. Today is about Katherine. Only her."

"Take it easy, Y/N. We're just worried about you."

"There's no need, Katherine. I can take care of myself. Also, I haven't decided yet what I'm going to do with this mess around me. It's enough that the Mystic Falls gang put me on their blacklist a week ago. I don't need more complications."

Yes. Officially, Damon Salvatore has become my enemy because I refuse to help him bring Elena back from her "sleeping beauty state." At least Bonnie stayed my friend.

"Well, I saw both of you in that new restaurant. You two seemed quite enjoyable with your company." Rebekah snapped me out of my thoughts.

The original vampire spent the whole two months trying to force me to set up with her brother. It was getting pretty tiring to the point that I decided to avoid Klaus like the plague and not give the blonde a chance to put her plans into action. I loved her with all my heart, but I will not allow anyone to meddle in my affairs and try to set me on a particular path. Not even one of my best friends.

"Yeah, like one meeting was a declaration of true, unconditional love." I replied sarcastically, turning my attention back to my reflection in the mirror. I started putting on my makeup, being careful not to accidentally gouge my eye out with mascara. "Thomas and I spent half life with ourselves. It's obvious that we're feeling good together when we know each other better than anyone else."

"That's what we're all trying to tell you!" the woman snatched the mascara from my hand and turned to look at me in the eyes. "You don't love him anymore! He is like an old, favorite movie; you watch it because you have a soft spot for it, not because it brings you new, amazing emotions. You got used to having him around. And you're afraid that my brother will destroy your idea of loving Thomas. Even if it's obvious to everyone that you don't have any feelings for him. You fell for Nik, finally admit it to yourself!" she burst out, reproaching me again.

"Rebekah, enough. You're crossing the line." Freya stepped between us, wanting to reassure her little sister and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You want me to finally make a decision? Fine. Right after the wedding, I'm going back to Thomas. You don't have to wish me luck. I already know I'll be very happy with him." I replied, staring furiously at the blonde over Freya's shoulder.

"You have to be joking?! Seriously? Are you doing it just to spite me?"

"I'll meet you all downstairs. I promised to call Tom before we went out all night." I said, ignoring Rebekah's angry look at me.

I left the room quickly before any of the vampires (or the witch) could stop me, heading for the only place I could get some privacy.

Klaus' art studio.

The guys had already left the mansion an hour ago, teasing Katherine that they would make one last effort to find someone better for Elijah before she "ringed him with a golden muzzle," so I was sure no one would find me there. Who would have guessed I was hiding in the "cave" of a big bad wolf?

I was walking in a dark room, lit only by the moonlight. I took my phone out of my dress pocket and dialed Tom's number. I put the device to my ear, staring at the unfinished painting on the easel. Klaus must have been pretty pissed while painting it. I hadn't even seen so much intense red when the hybrid returned covered in blood from one of his "preventive missions."

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice snapped me out of my thoughts about the original.

"Hi." I replied with a little smile, sitting on the piano opposite the easel. Klaus went all out designing his studio.

"Hello, honey. Are you going out with the girls?"

"Yes. So don't bother calling; I won't answer, and even if I do, I doubt I'll be in a good condition." I replied jokingly, smiling wider as I heard his laugh.

"Ha ha. You know what they say: You are the truest version of yourself after alcohol."

"Is this your way to tell me that you're waiting on a drunken love confession from me? It isn't quite romantic, don't you think?"

"I don't care about it as long as it's true." I smiled. I wanted to respond to his taunt, but I froze in place as I saw someone's all-too-familiar blue eyes in the darkness of the studio. As our gazes met, he went out from the shadow and stood right in front of me. "Y/N? Can you hear me?"

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, Tommy." Klaus wrinkled his nose at the "cute" diminutive.

"Have a good time, honey. Don't drink too much or I'll have to pick you up." before I could answer, Klaus snatched the phone from my hand.

"You don't have to worry about her. She will be in my excellent care, Timon," he said maliciously before aggressively hanging up.

"Seriously? Don't you have a brother to drink up instead of messing with my boyfriend? By the way, his name isn't Timon."

"Your boyfriend?" he laughed incredulously, shaking his head. "Since when? If I remember correctly, he left you for like... two years ago?"

"So what? You're not better at all."

"Unlike him, I was interested in your fate, love."

"Sending your minions to follow my every move is stalking, not caring. And stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, turning towards the exit, but the hybrid blocked my way as usual. The look of displeasure on his face instantly made me feel much better.

"They didn't follow you... most of the time. I just wanted to make sure you're okay and you're not putting yourself in unnecessary danger for the sake of those imbeciles."

"Did you know that there is an ancient gadget called the telephone? You could have checked for yourself if I was alive."

"You changed your number." I blushed at my stupidity. He was right. Right after breaking up with Tom, my phone suffered minor damage due to my sudden emotions and relative lack of control over my magic. I just don't know why it hurt so much that he couldn't text me. It's not like I've been waiting for his call all these years... right?

"Well, we can't go back in time and change that anyway. There's no point in dwelling on it." I finally replied, looking away from him to hide my true feelings.

The man wouldn't let me get away from him so easily. His left hand went to my chin, forcing me to look again into his blue eyes, which gradually began to give way to his night-black pupils.

"So that's it? You want to go back to him as if nothing happened? Like I didn't send you a thousand bloody letters to beg you for a little piece of your attention like a desperate fool, that I am every single time you look at me!" he exploded.

His jaw was clenched in anger, and his other hand was clenched so tightly that it seemed to me that droplets of blood were dripping from it. But my stupid brain could only process one goddamn thing in this improbable situation.

"Letters? What letters?"

"Oh, don't play with me like this, love…" he tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he made any step towards the exit.

"Klaus, what letters? I didn't get anything from you since you went." I asked, searching his face for any explanation.

"Don't lie to me. It's even beneath you." he replied contemptuously.

A red light went on in my head. The son of a bitch had no right to walk into my already messy life with his fucking shoes and accuse me of whatever shit he fancied. This is exactly what caused my agitation. Not the hostile look I couldn't take from him.

"Beneath me? How can you tell if something is in "my type" or not?! You don't even fucking know me!" his jaw tightened. In the next second, he pushed me into a wall and put his hands on both sides of my head. His eyes were enraged, mad, and... passionate.

"I know you better than myself. I spent months admiring you in the shadows until you decided that I was curious enough to be noticed by you. It took you a bloody year to warm up to me and to treat me like something more than a monster. And when we were apart… I've never missed anyone as much as I have missed you in the thousand years I've lived. You told me here months ago that you would be the one to burn me. You were too stubborn to admit our connection that much, that you, love, didn't notice I was already burned by you a long time ago."

"You're lying. You wouldn't even have come up with that stupid excuse if Thomas hadn't shown up. You want me to lose my chance at happiness, don't you? The moment I trust you, you'll stab me in the back for your own amusement."

"Is your beloved ex-boyfriend, as I would like to point out, clouding your mental clarity so much?"

"Maybe he's my ex, but unlike some people, he really cares about me, not my power."

"Did he? Because if I had a chance, which you gave him, I would never, ever leave you. Not even if I could rule all of this damn world."

"Please, it's impossible that you could truly love…" he cut me off, pulling my face closer to his lips to shut me up by kissing me.

I imagined that moment so many times in my head, but nothing conveyed the true feeling of his lips on mine.

I moaned as he bit my lips and opened a way into my mouth like that. His treacherous tongue slipped inside like a snake, catching mine in his snare.

The sounds of brushes and paints falling were my only warning before he grabbed me around the waist, set me down on the table, and made me his height to (surely) kiss me dead.

The moment one of his hands started wandering toward the zipper of my dress, making me shiver every time his fingers touched my exposed skin, was a time when the warnings of my mind shouted over the dark, hidden desire of my foolish heart.

*SLAP!*

My hand left a small red mark on his left cheek for a while before his vampire power healed it. He slowly turned his head towards me, with his own hand on the place I slapped him, shocked that I (a little, mortal witch) was that dumb-brave to do this.

I breathed heavily as I stared into his impenetrable oceanic iris.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because I… you… we can't…" He leaned his head down toward mine so that our noses were touching. Our lips were disconcertingly close for me to express any logical thought that wasn't related to HIM.

"Y/N!! We're going to be late! Hurry up!" Katherine's voice made me jump out of the hybrid's embrace, scared of what might have happened in the art room if she hadn't interrupted us.

Before I left the room, he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. I fell straight into his chest. His second hand grabbed around my waist, making sure I wouldn't go before he stopped talking.

"Have your fun, love. We'll continue this discussion when you return." he said as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Y/N! What could possibly be taking so long?!"

"We have nothing to discuss." I growled, yanking myself out of his grip, and went out without even looking at him.

I need vodka or I'll completely lose my mind.

~•♤♤♤•~

"Ha ha, I can't believe it!" I was laughing so hard when Rebekah finished her story about Klaus and Elijah running from bees when they were humans.

"I swear to you, they came out of the river drenched as ducks, only to meet some "huge and terrifying wild beast" and roll in the mud to let him lose their scent. They screamed like little girls as he approached them and growled at them. Kol was bursting with laughter, but in the end our mother's old fur fell off him and he had to run away from them."

"All right! How do I look?" Katherine emerged from the dressing room, making an impressive turn in front of us to present her dress (not a particularly successful one, given how much alcohol we had consumed).

"I like it, but you look much better in your real wedding dress." Freya commented as she adjusted Cami's fake veil.

Yes. All five of us decided to put on white dresses and continue our evening dressed like this. I have no fucking idea how it happened.

"I know where we should go next!" Rebekah screamed, threw my legs off her and got off the couch. She ran over to Katherine, showing her something on her phone and whispering conspiratorially. I shrugged, grabbing a bottle of champagne.

Freya snatched the bottle from my hand, handing it to Cami. The barmaid drank the rest of its contents and sat down next to me. I put my head on her lap so she could comb my hair. I closed my eyes, feeling a little relaxed for the first time in weeks. The quiet whispers of the vampires in the background and the slow, calming movements of the blonde's hand were a wonderful sleep aid.

"Don't fall asleep, sleeping princess! We're going dancing." an enthusiastic Rebekah nudged me gently on the arm, trying to pull me out of my own world.

"Dancing? Where?" I asked, opening one eye to look unconvinced at the blonde.

"You will see. Come on, the night is still young, and we're not drunk enough." the vampire grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to the waiting limousine.

The five of us drank chilled champagne from the limousine in seconds, continuing to talk nonsense until we were at the door of the club Rebekah wanted to take us to.

If I had seen its name better, maybe I would have realized that this is the same place the guys went to celebrate Elijah's bachelor party, and maybe what happened later that night wouldn't have happened at all.

But we all went inside and lost each other in a sea of other people.

I looked around the crowd until I saw a familiar face at the bar. Instantly, my heart warmed, and the unreasonable desire to approach him overcame the rational side of my brain. I ran towards him, doing my best not to step on the white dress. Without knowing why, the people around me immediately let me through, so I didn't have to push through them.

"Nikkie!" I screamed when I saw the hybrid. I made a few steps toward him, and I fell into his arms, tripping over my fake wedding dress. I could hear Kol chuckling in the background. "I've missed you, love."

"You know I can get you two married at any moment, brother? Just say a word."

Kol took his beer from the bar as I leaned dangerously close to him, threatening to accidentally spill the alcohol down my dress. Klaus held me closer to him so that I wouldn't wobble from side to side, checking to make sure my drunken walk towards them didn't injure me in the process.

"Shut up, Kol. She's drunk."

"Hey! I'm not drunk, but you're ridiculously hot when you're mad." I giggled as I cupped his face and kissed a crease between his eyebrows. "And so sweet when you're confused." I said, chuckling after he gave me an incredulous look.

"The offer is still valid." a vampire muttered under his breath, teasing his brother.

"For bloody hell, Kol, I'm not gonna marry her!" he growled at him. Suddenly, I felt very sad. Tears came to my eyes from nowhere.

"No? Why? You don't love me?" I asked, sobbing. His eyes immediately fell on my weeping form in pure panic. Nik gently pulled me to him and cupped my cheek, wiping away my tears with his thumb as he looked at me softly.

"Yes, Nikkie, don't you love her?" Kol interrupted our moment, much to Klaus' annoyance and anger.

"If you want to live to see tomorrow, get out of my sight. Now."

"Have fun together, Nikkie!"

He followed him with his eyes until he disappeared into the crowd of others. His eyes softened as he looked at my tear-stained face.

"Love, why are you crying?" he asked softly, wiping away my tears.

"Because you don't love me at all!" he sighed, hugging me tighter and kissing my head tenderly.

"Of course I love you." he whispered timidly into my hair.

"You do?" I moved away from him, placing my hands on his chest so that I could hold onto his body the whole time while looking into his eyes.

"It's impossible not to, love. Can we go home now?"

"No. Say it again."

"What?"

"That you love me."

"Y/N. You're drunk, just come with me and…" I cut him off by catching his stupid, beautiful lips in a kiss.

At first, he stayed there, shocked, not even making the slightest move. I got a little irritated after a while, so I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer, biting his lower lip until it bled. I moaned in a kiss, as I could feel his sweet, addictive blood on my tongue. Without knowing why, I felt "the alcohol mist" in which I found myself begin to slowly leave my body. In the next moment, that annoying man finally started to respond to my affection. His arms were all around me, reaching into every part of my body.

In an attempt to regain control, his lips began chasing mine. We fought with each other, giving all our hidden passion, anger, and frustration into that kiss. But it still wasn't enough for me. And he knew this.

"Don't be such an asshole and stop teasing." I groaned, breaking away from him for a moment.

"Never." he whispered against my lips, skillfully avoiding mine.

"For the love of God! Kiss me right or…" I moaned as he interrupted my threat by biting into the sensitive skin of my neck.

He was drinking from me.

Klaus. Fucking. Mikaelson. Was drinking from me.

And it felt amazing.

I gasped, pulling his hair with one hand and grabbing his muscular shoulder with the other. After a few minutes, he pulled away from my neck and kissed me again, this time complying with my request. During our demanding kiss, I felt a trickle of blood running down my neck to my chest. The wound closed in a matter of seconds.

I summoned my magic to teleport us to his room. More specifically, his bed. I started to rip off his shirt so as not to interrupt our kissing session. But hybrid has other plans.

He pulled away from my bruised, tingling lips and grabbed my hands just as I was about to get to the waistband of his pants.

"We need to stop, love."

"Why? I thought you wanted me."

"I do."

"Then shut up and kiss me."

"No. We can't. Not like that." he sighed as I started to bite and make hickeys on his neck. He grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

"Don't act like you didn't dream of it. Like you don't wanna feel my hot, naked body on yours. Like you don't wanna drink from me while fucking me and leaving marks on all of me to make it clear to everyone that I'm yours." I whispered against the skin of his neck.

"Y/N. Stop." he growled, pushing me away from him when he felt my hand dangerously close to his pants' fly.

"Why? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finally get this damn feeling out of our system!"

"That's not how it works and you well know that."

"God! Why do you always have to make things so hard for me?!" I started gathering my things, intending to leave the refusing-me hybrid.

"Where are you going?!"

"To Tom! Maybe he will be a man and fuck me, if you don't want." I found myself instantly in his strong embrace. He was breathing rapidly, his pupils so dilated that his blue irises were almost impossible to see. He desired me. If he wanted me too, then why didn't he use his chance?

"Be careful what you wish for, love."

"Let me go. I wasted enough time for you." I groaned as I tried to break free from his grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Why?" I asked, lifting my head in challenge.

"Because you're MINE. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, mine to fucked from your mind every single thing that isn't me. We belong to each other. And you hate it. So much so that you can't accept the feelings that are between us. This is why you gonna go back to my bed and sleep by my side so I can make sure you're not going to do something incredible stupid tonight."

"Don't act like a protective boyfirend, if you don't care about me." I choked out, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't look me in the eye and instead places small kisses on my face.

"You stupid woman, don't you see how much I've already done for you just to keep you safe and happy?"

"You wanna make me happy? You wanna satisfy me? You wanna make sure I'm only yours? Then shut up and finally let it happen." I kissed him, pushing him on his back, so I could sit on him.

I started to strip myself, looking straight at him. His chest rose and fell at the speed of light, black pupils completely replacing his blue irises. I take a moment to appreciate his tattoo and kiss every flying bird.

"Lie that you love me." he said, after turning us so I was under him.

"It wouldn't be a lie." I thought as he kissed his way to my underwear.

"I know it's part of your game. Just... pretend for a moment you really feel something for me Y/N."

"It's not a game anymore. And since our first meeting, I have felt for you... everything."

"You win." he said, kissing me with all of his desire for me, and trying to get any response out of me.

"You win.'" I thought, letting myself get lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. "And I'm fucking terrified of it."

~•♤♤♤•~

Consciousness begins to slowly return to my battered, relaxed body. I sighed, snuggling into something warm and cozy beneath me. I put my head in a more comfortable position and took a breath of the amazing perfume.

Klaus' perfume.

I froze in place, afraid to make any move. After a few minutes, I finally decided to hesitantly open my eyes and lift my head slightly.

My fucking God.

I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.

With my brain overheating from the new information, I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the unconscious hybrid. He looked so... innocent when he slept. And carefree, even blissfully, judging by his gentle smile, which I could see despite the darkness in the room.

The disheveled hair on his head only made him even hotter. It was also helped by the fact that I was probably the perpetrator of his messy look.

I tried to slowly put myself out of his arms to get the phone, but Klaus instantly held me closer when he felt from his sleep my littlest move. I carefully placed my head back on his chest. I let myself hear his beating heart and smell his addictive perfume for the moment.

Curiously, I looked around his room, enjoying as much as I could of what little peace I had left before my partner woke up. For a moment, I could imagine that Klaus was my boyfriend, we led a dull, safe life together devoid of anything supernatural. Hope lives with Hayley for a week, with us for the second, his family comes over once a month for dinner together. And above all, no one wants to kill us, we have no enemies from whom we must defend our loved ones. Maybe we'd even get married and have children of our own?

Married.

Wedding.

"OH MY GOD! Klaus! Hey. Nik. We have to get up, or we'll be late for the wedding! Oh, come on! You can't sleep that hard! Niklaus!" I screamed. I tried to pull his arm to wake him up, but his eyes were still closed. "If you don't wake up, I'll smear your room with all those expensive paints you have."

"Shh, five more minutes, love." he mumbled, turning on his side and pinning me to his bed with his arm. He pulled me closer, burying his nose in my hair.

"Katherine is going to kill me if we miss her wedding." I said in panic, unknowingly brushing his hair with my fingers.

"I won't let her do this." he tightened his grip on me, still in his semi-conscious state. "You might as well not mention her name in my bed."

"Klaus, I'm serious. Move. We have to get together."

"Vile woman, have you no pity on me?"

"Not even a little. Now get off me, you're heavy." I moaned under him, trying to move his body.

"I have a better idea of how to spend the day than being at my brother's wedding with the devil. I think you'll like it too. Last night, you did. Very much, considering the moans of my name coming out of your beautiful, alluring mouth."

"Yeah… talking about last night. It doesn't change anything, right? I mean… we're… we not…"

I stopped as he placed his head close to mine so he could lick up the dried blood from my neck. This man would be my death.

"Penny for your TRUE toughts?" he whispered against my neck, pulling away from it to look into my eyes.

"I just..."

"Yhm?" he leaned closer to my lips, but before he could kiss me, I pushed him off me and off the bed, sending him crashing to the floor. I took the opportunity to wrap myself in his duvet, running into the hybrid's bathroom before he recovered from my unexpected move.

"Dress up. We have to be there in 10 minutes. Don't forget the wedding rings!" I screamed, knowing full well that he would hear me through the closed door even if I was whispering. I listened for a moment, standing perfectly still, until I heard his grumpy mumbling and footsteps walking away.

With a sigh, I leaned against the door, sliding myself down to the floor. Memories of last night started to slowly come back to my mind, including his half-drunk "I love you."

What the hell have I done?

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yikesdrama · 3 months

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📖: wildest dreams, book 1

🫶: Klaus Mikaelson

🖋️: yikesdrama

👥: Averlynn St.Clair, Klaus & Kol Mikaelson

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Wondering - Klaus Mikaelson

Tags / TW: Mentions Of Pregnancy

“Enough of this.”

The words of desperation come out as a simple - throat roaring - growl, but that didn’t mean he was going back on them or his steps toward your bedroom door. It had been hours since you’d closed it and made the unsaid barrier between you and the Mikaelson family.

But that wasn’t what began to crack the facade he works so hard to keep that he doesn’t even realize the work anymore. It was the sound of your first tears, every pained sound echoing in the Originals ears. It was one of the few downsides to Klaus’ existence. He was becoming all to aware of that now.

Kol wasn’t one to get involved in family drama when it didn’t concern him, especially with Klaus, but he’d began to like you.

When you make breakfast every morning you’d always offer him something then stutter “sorry, I forgot vampires don’t eat” before you share a laugh when he steals a bite of what you made for yourself and takes it entirely. That’s when he began to know you were different from Klaus’ casual hookups. And not just because you’ve stayed long enough for him to bother learning your name.

He flashes in front of Klaus, sighing as he looks him over. Klaus’ eyes flare with silent warnings, all soon disregarded by the brother they’re sent to. “You can’t go in there… at least not like that.”

Klaus adjusts on his feet, smiling the wicked smile everyone who does and doesn’t know him remembers him by. His hands link behind his back. “And I suppose this is the part you tell me why before I decide which way to painfully remove you from my sight?”

Besides Kol looking to your door, he seems unfased. Until they both hear it clearly. Hear you.

Your breathing had returned to normal, finally. You weren’t sniffling anymore. Your heart rate was calm, peaceful. Klaus takes the first real breath in hours.

The men lock eyes for a moment, sharing a gaze that some could say could only be perfected with centuries of brotherhood. Kol pats Klaus’ shoulder and smiles the first smile he’d let him see since coming back into town that month. He goes back down the hall as quick as he came.

Klaus takes a deeper breath this time once he senses Kol is gone from earshot. He strolls to the door and rolls his shoulders back, peeking it open slowly. All leftover tension leaves his body when he lays eyes on you, bundled up with one of his sweatshirts he hadn’t realize you’d taken. He would have minded if anyone else taken what was his….

but everything he had he would give to you.

He hears the bathrooom door open and it almost shakes him from the sight. He was suprised Kol left Davina alone for five minutes. He doesn’t realize the irony at the time. But then again, will he later? Something disturbs him completely from you though.

He sighs a drawled out breath, turning over his shoulder toward the tap on it. “Ye-“ When he turns to the girl, he’s met with a cautiously hopeful version of her. He doesn’t get the option to begin to wonder why. His eyes scan the pregnancy test with questions, concerns, and a few theories.

His lips purse, his eyes lighting up. At the end of the day he knew how excited this would make Kol.

Davina’s face falls a little.

“No…”

She looks to you. You’ve nestled the blankets and his sweatshirt all together in one swarm of comfort. Even in sleep you were searching for for it.

His eyes widen, his lips following to say words but not succeeding.

He didn’t need to wonder why you were upset anymore. But he didn’t need to worry about anything in that very moment because everything he had he would give to you,

and his empire would now be yours. Your child’s.

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Hi could you write some angst about a deeply insecure reader who hates her appearance and is sort of friends with Elena and everyone(pushed to the side kind of relationship)but when klaus comes around it’s clear that she has a crush but believes he’s out of her league then klaus uses it to his advantage by showing an interest in her for information and helps her with her self worth.klaus then starts to develop feelings for her but then it’s revealed that he was just manipulating her and reader is devastated and utterly humiliated and it sets her back to how she was before him.(sorry if that was a really long explanation,you can decide the ending)thanks I love your writing btw

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Growing up in Mystic Falls is a bizarre experience.

There were town events almost every month where you had to dress up and act better than everyone, parents basically had a competition over who had the prettiest daughters or the most handsome sons.

Not my parents.

They didn't think I was good enough to even pretend that I could compete. I was told my worth from a young age and became more aware of it with time. When your own parents don't think you're good enough it's sort of an eye-opener if you will.

It didn't help that everyone in this town seemed to be born into modelling.

Somehow I was lucky enough to wind up 'friends' with people like Elena, Caroline and Bonnie but I knew I didn't belong with them. Somehow they were gorgeous enough to get whatever they wanted.

Sometimes I wondered if everyone else at the age of 17 looked like them and I was behind or if somewhere, I was above average. I doubted it. A lot.

Occasionally I would look at a mirror and think that I wasn't even that bad to look at. There was nothing particularly ugly about me, there just wasn't anything special. I looked plain in a way, bland and forgettable.

I was very forgettable actually. My 'friends' made that abundantly clear throughout the years when they would go out without me or forget to ask if I also wanted something or liked something.

Somehow I was of no value to them. Perhaps I was simply there to amplify their beauty. Like a DUFF. I was definitely the DUFF.

Damon actually told me that I was once, after Tyler had made the joke and Damon asked what it meant. Even though I already knew it to be true, to be told it was much worse.

You could sort of tell everyone else was thinking it, especially when I was stood beside Caroline.

Stefan was the only one who was nice but I wasn't sure if it was out of pity or just because that was who he was. Then again, I'd rather just not know.

So I tried my best to keep in the background, avoid attention and stay out the way.

Even with all the vampire and werewolf drama that took course, I kept myself quiet and to the side. Strangely it was Katherine who was kind to me, whether she had an ulterior motif I'm not so sure anymore but she never hurt me in the time she was there. Neither did Elijah when he came to town, he was polite to everyone but it was obvious that my presence was irrelevant to him.

And then of course, Klaus arrived.

I didn't officially meet him until the senior prank night, he sort of just threw to the side and told me to keep my mouth closed and not to bother running because he'd just kill me. Part of me thought about running anyway so he would just end it but I didn't.

Klaus dragged me by my wrist into his car, told me to keep quiet while he drove Elena to the hospital. For whatever reason he brought me along and left me in the car as he went to drain her of blood for his hybrids. I did as told: sat silently and waited.

He came back out and spoke to Damon for a moment, I saw them glance over in my direction only for Damon to laugh and smirk. I sighed to myself and got out the car. It was clear that Klaus thought I could be a good pawn but was surly mistaken and Damon told him to do whatever he wanted to me. In response I walked home, neither noticed so it was fine.

A week or so later he came back, crashed homecoming or something? I dunno, I wasn't there but I was told about it the next day via a stroppy Caroline.

It was that same day that he came and sat beside me at the grill. I ignored him for the most part, confused by his attempt at what I could only guess was flirting? I wasn't really sure. I think he could tell.

"Not easily impressed are you love?" he questioned as he leant forward, uncomfortably close. I sort of just looked at him, still unsure to what he wanted. A smirk pulled at the end of his lips and his hand lifted, his fingers wrapping around a piece of my hair making frown and pull away abruptly. Without hesitation I stood up and spun on my heel, going to leave. His laugh followed me and a hand grabbed my waits, it was stange.

"Calm down love, It's not like I was going to rip it out, I just wondered what it felt like" he chuckled, pulling my back flush against his front making me tense and squirm.

"It feels like hair" I stated simply "Now get off" I grunted, shoving my elbow into his side to make him let go. I kept walking, keeping my eyes on the ground.

The next time I saw him he apologised for the previous encounter which again, i didn't understand but there was no point in questioning and arguing so I just accepted it and tried to leave but he asked if I'd stay for one drink, he asked so nicely and he smiled. I was stupid enough to think it was genuine and accepted.

Looking back it was pretty obvious that this was a game for him or a trap, whatever you want to label it but in the moment I ignored what was right in my face. Deep down I knew it was all a joke of sorts really.

But no boy, let alone a man had shown me this sort of attention and the soft fluttering it made me feel had me staying for far too long. I listened to his little stories and asked a range of questions as the drinks kept coming. He asked a couple about me but i gave relatively vague answers. There wasn't much I had to give him on me, I wasn't up for a pity party about friends and I didn't really fancy talking about my shitty parents either. I think Klaus picked up on the fact that I didn't really want to talk about me and eventually gave up with it.

It was late when I realised I needed to get home and he offered to take me which I admit made me wary. I didn't want him to kidnap me and think I'd be any good as leverage again, though I guess Damon made that pretty clear already. I decided to just walk home which he eventually accepted and got into his car.

Walking by myself probably wasn't my best option after drinking so much in one go but I made it home with minimal stumbling. My mother shook her head when she saw me and asked what was wrong with me. When she realised I had been drinking her mind jumped to two very different conclusions. The first being that I was being a slut which was ironic as in the past she'd made it clear that no guy would want to sleep with me, and the second being that I had taken pills to kill myself.

Listening to her drastic thinking made me wonder what kind of pills she was on but I didn't question it and waited for my father to come and take her to bed, telling her to just ignore me. Then I proceeded to make my way to the bathroom, getting changed and washing my face before going to my bed.

My phone dinged making me sigh, thinking it was Elena asking me to help her with something dumb and life threatening however much to my surprise it was Klaus. A smile involuntarily spread across my face and we messaged back and forth before he told me to rest.

The following few days he would just check in. Not too much but he also made it clear that he hadn't forgotten me which was all I had ever truly wanted from someone. To be acknowledged at the very least.

Of course I didn't tell the others that he had been talking to me, besides they didn't ask so I didn't see why I should. I guess I just wanted something for myself.

I wasn't completely stupid. I always had the feeling that he was using me, especially towards the start...but he was just so wonderful with his words and his ways.

When he began to make and buy sweet gifts and claim they were tokens of his affection, I couldn't help the blush on my face. When he would find a way to have his skin against mine, or how he would pick up my hand and gently tug my along. Somehow we always seemed to end up somewhere for food, and he would always refuse to let me pay.

Something about him was so enticing, addictive if you will.

He began to make me feel a certain way. He made me warm and happy. His touch was so soft, it made me feel like I was buzzing. i was stupid for thinking he could feel the same way about me.

I had been so scared to admit my feelings.

He had assured me that he would never push me to.

He told me that he liked me, that he didn't want me to be frightened of him or nervous around him. "Not unless it's the sort of nervous that puts butterflies in your stomach sweetheart" he had teased and my cheeks had glowed red.

Over the space of months his presence never lessoned. He always made time to see me, and speak with me. I found myself longing for his voice, his touch.

On days where he was too busy at home, he would urge me to come over. I would spend as long as I possibly could with him, a few times I even stayed over but he had slept on top of the duvet so that I would feel comfortable.

This had gone on for a small while until he actually said the words 'I love you'.

Perhaps I was just so happy to actually hear those words. Maybe I believed them to be true, real. Or I just saw what I wanted to see, heard what I wanted to hear and ignored the rest.

The time I gave myself to him used to make my smile and blush. Now it just makes me feel dirty, humiliated and embarrassed.

Knowing that he could and has had his hands all over my body, his lips and eyes. In the moment I felt like a goddess, probably because that’s what he told me I was. The memory of him inside me haunts me. I had thought it to be such a beautiful experience, romantic and personal.

I wish I could say that I had slept with him only once but as the months went by we would share intimacy often.

I had even told him that I loved him, so many times and I meant it for all of them.

So you should understand why it was so hard to accidentally hear him tell his sister that he had been compelling me for any information on the others.

It had felt as though my heart had stopped when the words hit my ears and tears already made my eyes burn. I heard a weak laugh and turned my head to see Damon, strung up by chains whilst bleeding all over, looking straight back at me.

“Y/n…” I heard Klaus’s voice, his tone one of panic or maybe it was just surprise. He probably didn’t want me to know of his routine. Damon only rolled his eyes and gave me look,

“You didn’t…think it was real, right?” He coughed, a cruel smile on his face.

His words just made me quieter. They made me think. Why did I think it was real?

My eyes slowly lifted to meet Klaus’s. I could see and feel Rebekah looking at me, everyone was silent. Even Damon shut up for a second. I think maybe he was expecting me to say something but I didn’t really have anything to tell him.

As awful as it all made me feel, and even with the amount of emotions swallowing me, I felt more disappointed in myself than I did him.

My right hand went to my left arm, pinching my skin through my jumper in some sort of hope that I’d wake up from some stupid nightmare but it didn’t work.

The first tear fell from my eye and I sniffed to keep the other ones from coming.

Klaus just looked at me, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, I didn’t want to know either. I could just guess anyway.

So without a word I just turned around and left, walking quickly back out the door before breaking into a sprint in the direction of my house. I could feel the mascara running down my face, ruining the foundation I had only recently started wearing, for Klaus’s benefit.

My hands wiped at the tears as I pushed my from door shut behind me and went upstairs, blocking out the annoyed voices of my parents and locking myself in my room.

It was only once I was in the shower that I was flooded with memories. That I remembered all the things I had done with him. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom my skin was scrubbed raw in an attempt to wash his touch away. Even the slightest touch made me feel as though my body was burning, stinging with pain but I would have rather felt that every day than have to realise Klaus had been using me for over a year now.

I was curled in my bed, hidden under the blankets and surrounded by the dark as I let every comment not matter how small or petty play back through my mind.

I wasn’t even sure who to be upset with. I chose myself.

Klaus must’ve known I was an easy target. Desperate. I wonder how much he’s had me tell him. To be fair I knew more than you’d expect about what was going on. I had gotten good at observing and overhearing so I still knew what was going on, even when spending so much time with Klaus himself.

I also wondered what else he had compelled me to do. I hoped he wouldn’t do anything other than ask questions but I couldn’t help that fear creep inside me. It made me sick to my stomach, and then I wondered if he would just wait to compel me again so that I could continue to be his information feeder.

The idea made my fingers dig into my arm, bruising the skin purple but I wouldn’t stop. I only did so that I could go get some vervain that I kept downstairs in one of the cupboards at the back. I was reaching for the little glass bottle when I heard a door close. I spun around quickly to see Klaus in the doorway of my kitchen. My hand clutched onto the vervain tightly and I noticed his eyes glance at it briefly. His hands went up as if to show no harm but there was no way I would believe that meant a thing.

“Sweetheart- listen to me..” he began and I let out a breathless laugh

“Get out” I whispered making him sigh and frown as though he had the audacity to be upset or annoyed.

“Y/n..”

“No Klaus. I’m fucking serious, get out.” I told him, my eyes watering again. I let out an involuntary whimper when he stepped forward making him stop and stand still.

“I never meant for you to know that” he whispered and I frowned, swiping a tear away.

“Sorry I ruined your plan” I mumble, exhausted.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that- I meant that-“

“Klaus it’s fine” I murmur, avoiding his eye, “It’s fine, I get it. You needed to know what was happening, you got to be two steps ahead. I’d appreciate if you just found someone else now please”

I could feel his stare on me, it make my skin itch and I just needed him to go. I could feel my hand getting clammy as I held onto the bottle.

“I haven’t compelled you in such a long time” he muttered, as though maybe that made it better. “I used to, but I truly have fallen for you Y/n. I love-“

“Please get out” I cut him off, my spare hand resting on my forehead to cover my eyes.

“I love you”

“No you don’t” I cry, “you wouldn’t do this to someone you love. I know you don’t love me. You never have and you never could. You’re just pretending again so I’ll let you control me, I don’t like it” I whimper, tears streaming again. I could hear him getting closer but I was already against the counter and I couldn’t out run him. There was no point in trying.

“Sweetheart, I’ll never use you again-“ he tried to argue but I couldn’t listen to it.

“I really, really need you to leave. Please Klaus just get out, I can’t stand you” I tell him honestly and for a second as I look up at him, he looks almost sad but I have to assume it’s still apart of his act.

“You- you’re not going to do anything…anything harmful are you? To yourself, I mean.” He asked and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I should never have told him that I’d had those thoughts or feelings once. I shouldn’t have ever said a word to him.

“No…now go away” I whisper, my hands trembling as I stared at the ground, listening to his footsteps eventually get further away.

I knew there was no way I could sleep, he was probably still outside my house. Waiting.

I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for but I could him there.

I had no idea what I was going to do.

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Reaching For The Cloud Layer

Series: A Study In Spite || Part Two

Word Count: 10,500 (I aimed for 5,000 and missed.)

Summary: Kol Mikaelson takes you on a coffee date and it's nothing like you could have expected... But maybe that's not such a bad thing. || Kol x reader || Here lies my Masterlist

Warnings: More disrespect for parents??? Oh, also Kol being Kol. But mostly just fluffy fluff!

A/N: Sorry guys, part two of the Elijah fic is taking longer than expected. There was an error with the document so that just sucks. (Forgive me, I'm working with a 2013 laptop I got for free at a junk sale.)

☕STORY BEGINS BELOW ☕

Your alarm went off at seven thirty in the morning - an atrocity as far as you were concerned, seeing as you had already graduated high school, thus ridding yourself of any reason to get up before ten. Though, why anyone else would bother to set your alarm clock was beyond you so you must have been the one to orchestrate such a crime.

What in the blue cheese had you been thinking?

Eh, you’d figure it out later - after another four hours of sleep at the very least. Though you wouldn’t be able to get any of those hours if that awful alarm kept up its racket.

The sheer willpower it took to fling your arm over and smack the annoying thing was rather awe-inspiring. Unfortunately for you, however; it tumbled off the nightstand and rolled across the floor, continuing its obnoxious screeching. Now, you actually had to get up in order to silence the infernal device. You did so with a groan, rolling your only partially animated corpse out of bed only to land face-first on the floor with an unceremonious thump.

Life sucks.

Crawling over to where the alarm clock had rolled to a stop, you smacked the dismiss button and sighed in relief at the blessed silence that followed. Then you collapsed to the floor with every intention to pass out right on the spot. Why had you ever set an alarm for yourself in the first place? What a stupid-

Oh, yeah…

That’s right.

You had a date.

A coffee date with the psychotic prince of hell. How frickin’ outstanding. So, the better question was not why you had set the alarm, but rather why you had agreed to such an outing in the first place. You definitely won the World's Biggest Idiot award for the day.

Well, at least it was only a coffee date, you assured yourself as you scraped your useless heap of limbs off the floor and redirected them into the bathroom. You had showered the night before - thank heaven - so you just needed to change and arrange your face into something that looked remotely human. As you did that, you thought over your survival strategy.

After having arranged the aforementioned coffee date - and regretting it almost immediately - you had spent the better part of your night knee-deep in research. If you were going to do something stupid then it was probably better to be informed about it, right? So, you had scoured both your ancestor's journals for any information you could find about the bloodthirsty demon who would be buying your cup of joe.

In the end, you had come up with distressingly little. There wasn't too much anyone actually knew about the silver-tongued monster you had agreed to spend your morning with, but you did know three things for certain.

You could not, under any circumstance, depend on Kol Mikaelson to do anything. Namely, to refrain from murdering you.

If he chose to end your life, there would be nothing you could do to stop him.

At the very least - and that is to say, only when push comes to absolute shove - Kol Mikaelson was a man of his word. Which really only meant he was insanely good at exploitation.

You cringed, shivering as you realized just how close to the Twilight premise your internal monologue had just come. Disgusting.

Anyway, you were - in the words of the t-shirt you had decided to wear beneath your sweater - Shitte Kneedeep Inn and sinking quickly. As you got ready, you debated in your mind any possible strategies you could use to get out of your commitment. (You had a feeling that telling him you had changed your mind might not go over too well. He would probably convince you to go with him anyway.)

After about fifteen minutes, you had successfully applied enough make-up to look less dead and had narrowed down your options to simply ending the date as fast as possible, when your younger brother stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for school. Mystic Falls Middle started at nine - lucky kid. Yet, he was still dead on his feet, much like you.

You turned to him. “Hey, my dude. Welcome to the land of the living. Quick, what would happen if I straight chugged a cup of coffee fresh outta the machine with no regard for my fragile mortality?” You quizzed, watching him expectantly.

He stared at you for a moment, trying to remember how to replicate the speech of a fully functional human being. “Uh, pretty sure it’d get you dead,” He said. You made a somewhat rude noise and went back to braiding your hair. After a few more minutes spent trying to wake up, your brother seemed to notice that you were there instead of in bed where you normally were at such a time during the week. “Wait, where’re you goin’, stupid-sauce?” He yawned, blinking at the offensive light of the bathroom vanity.

You grimaced. “I’ve got a date.”

“Mom an’ dad are letting you go on dates now?” The kid tilted his head. “Since when?”

“Since never,” You mumbled.

“Are you sneaking out?”

“No.”

“Are you gonna pretend to go to a friend’s house?”

“No.”

“Are you gonna sneak him in here?” Y/B/N asked, brows raised in confusion that bordered on being impressed.

You gawked at him. “Wha- No!” You shook your head and sighed. “He’s taking me out for coffee and I’m going to make sure mom and dad see it. They need to start acknowledging my life choices.”

Even if those life choices are positively dunce-cap worthy, you thought.

“Ooohhhhhh, Y/N/N’s in loooooooove,” He mocked in a high-pitched voice, waggling his eyebrows at you. “Who is he?”

“Just some guy,” You muttered, shrugging. Your brother didn’t know about the supernatural yet, and you intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. You hated lying to him though.

“Well, is he hot?”

Your cheeks reddened against your will. It wasn’t your fault! For a blood-sucking leach, Kol was pretty freaking gorgeous. “Kinda.”

"Hey, HEY!" He sobered in an instant. “Mom and dad are gonna kill you, ya’ know,” He said as he flicked off the lights and followed you downstairs.

“I know.”

“Five bucks says they’re waiting for you in the kitchen.”

“Oh, undoubtedly.”

He was quick to position himself behind you as you sauntered into the kitchen. The two of you had been right. Sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast set out in front of them while they awaited your arrival, were your mother and father. You slapped a very fake smile onto your face and pulled out your chair.

“I just wanna say that I have no association with this woman whatsoever,” Your younger brother announced, moving to sit as well.

“We’re not mad at your sister, sweetie. We just want to have a little talk, is all,” Your mother said, patting his arm. You rolled your eyes but then she turned her attention to you. “Now, Y/N. I know you feel like your father and I have been really hard on you recently, but that’s only because we love and care about you so much. We just want you to have the best life you possibly can.”

“You mean the life you want me to live - the one where I do everything you want me to and nothing else,” You surmised, nodding. “Yeah that sounds like a lot of bull-crap.”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way,” Your father warned. “We’re not trying to argue with you.”

“O’course not.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Yeah, you just want me to give up and roll over, right?"

“That's not true, we-”

“Oh, yeah!” You pretended as though you suddenly remembered something. “You do want me to fight! You want me to fight so I can live up to your le-” You hesitated, catching your near slip up before something very bad happened. “Er, dreams because you think you can’t.”

Your mother frowned, reaching for your hand but you drew it away. “Y/N…” She entreated. “We understand that you want to make your own choices. But you have responsibilities to consider and we just want you to be safe.”

“Wow.” You blinked slowly. “Man, y’all make it sound like I’m trying to get sexually active or something.” Yeah, that’s right. You had graduated high school without ever having done the devil’s tango with some underage jock with no respect for you or your body.

Your little brother pretended to gag.

“This is not how we raised our children to talk,” Your father said. You just rolled your eyes, though he didn’t take very kindly to that. “Oh, really? You wanna roll your eyes at me? That’s fine! You’re grounded for the rest of the day!”

You opened your mouth just as the doorbell rang.

He was here. Suddenly that didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

You smirked. “Try telling that to the guy at the door.”

Watching the color drain from your parent’s faces as their heads turned towards the door brought you more joy than it should have. Your mother composed herself first, which was quite a surprise seeing as she was usually the skittish one in your family.

“Y/N… please tell me that’s not what I think it is.” She strained to keep her voice calm, though you couldn’t help but notice that she still said what instead of who - even in front of your little brother. Y/B/N didn’t notice however, he was too busy devouring his pancakes.

“Do you want to go get it or should I?” You asked, leaning forward with the same smugly challenging smile you had seen Kol use on your parents at his family’s ball. The one that dared them to break the status quo. You held the withering glares of both your parents for what felt like ten minutes but was probably only one. It wasn’t that you liked disobeying them - they just needed to acknowledge that you weren’t a child anymore. A sharp rapping, that of a fist on wood came from the door. “Better decide quick.” You leaned back in your seat. “I don’t think he’s gonna knock again.”

“What’s he gonna do?” Your little brother wondered, looking up from his pancakes curiously.

“Hard to say,” You answered, somewhat honestly. “The bastard’s committed.”

The squeal of your father’s chair against the kitchen tile just made your smirk widen as he got up and moved for the hall closet where he kept his shotgun. The thing had been loaded ever since the council had gotten confirmation that vampires had returned to Mystic Falls.

“Really?” You scoffed. “That’s what you’re gonna do about this? Man, you guys are more committed to your egos than I thought.”

You stood to follow after your father, shaking off your mother’s hand when she reached out to stop you. Your father cocked the shotgun and pulled the front door open, quick to point the barrel straight into the face of the boy standing on the step.

Kol Mikaelson grinned, but it didn’t look like an expression of happiness in any form. It looked like a threat, like the bared teeth of a vicious predator about to tear out the throat of a lesser, puny, scurrying, little lamb.

“Good morning,” He greeted. His tone was perfectly polite - friendly even - it didn’t match his expression as he pushed the barrel of your father’s gun out of his face with one finger. You could see your father’s muscles straining. He was a deputy on the police force of Mystic falls and he was exerting all his might to fight back, but he was no match and Kol clearly wasn’t even trying. He acted as though this were perfectly normal and your parents had no idea what he was. “I don’t know if your daughter told you, but I’m supposed to be taking her for coffee… right about now actually. Is she ready?" He grinned boyishly. "If not, you can always invite me in to wait.”

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Your father growled, teeth grinding.

Kol leaned forward, lowering his voice. Your brother in the kitchen wouldn’t hear.

“Yes, I am.”

His lips twisted into that smug smile. The one you’d learned from him.

Your mother caught your shoulder, whirling you around to face her. The expression on her face bordered on hysterical, her eyes as wide as saucers. “So this is where you were yesterday?” She hissed. “You were with that thing?”

“Yes, she was, Mrs. L/N,” Kol replied for you. He turned his head to stare directly at your mother, bearing his teeth. “We had quite the lovely afternoon. Didn’t we, darling?” His eyes flicked to you and he made no effort to hide the lust in his eyes as he raked them up and down your body. You curled your lip in utter disgust until he sent you two quick winks. Then you caught on.

You shrugged, playing along. "I mean, if you pestering me for two hours straight is what you consider fun, then yeah."

He chuckled, shrugging innocently. "Fair enough, love. Are you ready to go?"

"More than ready," You replied, moving towards the door. Your father blocked your path, glaring daggers at you.

"You are not leaving this house."

You stared him down. "Outta my way… dad." He'd stopped being your dad as soon as he'd started seeing you as his soldier.

"No." He spat. "No, you're not going with this lunatic."

"Oh, yeah?" You sneered, gesturing towards Kol. "Well, l'll invite this lunatic inside right now if you don't move.”

His complexion paled. Then his mouth pressed into a thin line and he stepped out of your way. You had been positive he would put up more of a fight.

Your foot crossed the threshold of the door and you heard your mother gasp as you moved to stand next to Kol. Turning back to your parents, you met your father’s icy expression with a thin smile.

Your father nodded. "I hope you're happy with where that choice leaves you.”

“I’m sure she will be,” Kol chimed in, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and drew you in against his side. He twisted a lock of your hair around his finger and you did your best not to flinch as the boy - no, not boy, vampire - leaned in close and traced his lips along your cheek in the lightest, sweetest, kiss possible. To your surprise… it wasn’t actually that bad. You couldn’t help the blush that stained your cheeks. Kol’s lips were really soft and warmer than you thought those of a reanimated corpse should have been. You almost wanted him to do it again… almost. “You look exquisite this morning, darling,” He murmured into your ear. The smirk that adorned his lips was downright sinful as he pulled away from you, inhaling deeply and squeezing your shoulders with a voracious hum. “And you smell like a treat,” He added, just loud enough for your parents to hear.

You tried your best to play along, withholding the grimace that wanted to make its way onto your face. Every time you started to like him just the smallest fraction, he went and did something like that. You knew he was acting to infuriate your parents but was it all just acting, or was there some truth to his words?

You rolled your eyes. “Yes the first and thanks to the second, but it’s gonna have to be a hard no on that last one,” You said, passing him a very fake smile.

He grinned. “Three pints says I can make it a yes by the end of the day.”

You were going to brush him off but something stopped you. Honestly, if you were going down the warpath of stupid for the day, why not travel the whole way down it? Even if you lost the bet, it wasn’t like losing three pints of blood would kill you.

“You know what? I think I’ll take that bet,” You decided, meeting his eyes. “You’re on, Mikaelson.”

For a split second, you caught his genuine reaction. Surprise mainly… but there was a hint of excitement buried beneath it that reminded you once again of just how little you could trust him.

“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises.” Then he covered that all back up with his cheeky, dangerous smirk, turning back to your parents whose expressions held nothing but disgust. “Anyway, we’ll just be getting out of your hair now - after all, I’d hate to overstay my welcome. But don’t worry, I’ll have her back here…” Kol pretended to debate it with himself, and shrugged. “Eh, sometime later. I’m not sure yet, we’ll see what happens. Though, I’m sure that when I bring her back, you will receive your daughter with open arms, yes?”

“Keep her for all I care,” Your father snorted, shaking his head. “She’s no daughter of mine. Not anymore.”

Kol hissed. “Sorry, mate - wrong answer.” He leaned forward again, lowering his voice to a mutter. “Why don’t you try again, and this time remember that these walls you live in are brilliantly flammable under the right conditions.”

“You’re despicable.” Your mother’s voice trembled but Kol just shrugged happily.

“Aren’t I just?” He turned his eyes back on your father, the dangerous gleam in them never fading for a second. “I do hope your answer changes by the time we get back, otherwise I’d advise fleeing the state.”

Then he turned away, urging you to move with him as he descended the steps of your front porch. Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, he could barely contain the smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. As soon as the door slammed shut behind you, Kol threw his head back and laughed. His arm around your shoulders tightened some and you went along with it because you knew your parents were still watching from the windows.

Reluctantly, you admitted, Kol had a nice laugh. It was one of those laughs that are just so genuine, that you simply can’t help but join in. A grin tempted your lips and you let yourself succumb to it, basking in the election that flooded your soul as you realized that you could do whatever you wanted now. You could do anything. You were free! So, you laughed.

“Did you see their faces?” Kol exclaimed. His hand moved down your arm and back up in a familiarly affectionate motion. You didn’t stop him because you sort of liked it. “Your father especially, his was priceless! Bloody hell, now I wish I had a picture.”

You huffed a laugh, nodding your agreement.

It was the oddest thing - just how quickly his entire demeanor changed as soon as it was only you who could see him. It made you wonder which side of him was the act. Perhaps they both were.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to take one for you when I get back,” You chuckled. “So are we walking to get coffee, or…”

“Nah.” Kol tilted his head, gesturing towards the road. You glanced in said direction and the laughter died in your throat.

Of course, he rode to your house on a motorcycle.

You turned back to him. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

“Relax, darling!” He grinned. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Not as far as I could chuck your corpse,” You deadpanned. "Which isn't very far, all things considered."

"How gracious of you."

"You're welcome."

Kol rolled his eyes. "It's just for show, love. I parked my car about a kilometer away. Besides, I can hear your mother ranting about it already, just let your parents see you get on."

You pulled away to evaluate him. "You really are a pro at this, aren't you?"

“We all have our hobbies.” He shrugged. From off the back of the bike, he picked up a helmet and offered it to you. “My lady?”

You huffed a laugh and took the helmet from him, pulling it on over your head. The visor, you noted after flicking it down, was tinted Y/F/C and the outside was mirrored. You sent the boy a thumbs up and he grinned. Watching Kol climb onto the bike really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but once he was on there you realized that the seat was much smaller than you had thought. You would be sitting really close.

“Any day now, darling,” He drawled.

Rolling your eyes, you straddled the bike, keeping yourself as far away from him as possible. Heat rushed to your face but you did your best to ignore it.

“Okay, I’m on,” You huffed.

“You might want to hold onto something,” The boy advised without looking back. You could hear the smirk in his voice. Bastard. You delicately placed your hands on his shoulders. It was frustrating because all your brain could seem to think about was how he had looked at you earlier - the sensation of his lips ghosting over your skin. Kol glanced at you over his shoulder, raising a brow pointedly at the feather-light grip you kept. “That is an excellent way to fall off.”

He didn’t say anything else. No, that passive-aggressive bastard just kicked up the stand and started adjusting the mirrors.

You clenched your jaw, sighing heavily. You were going to have to do it, weren’t you? The very thing you had been dreading. You were going to have to do it.

Despite every single neuron in your brain screaming that you shouldn’t, you leaned forward and wound your arms around his waist. His reflection in the mirrors bit back a smirk.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

He just laughed, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, darling.” It startled you just how human the expression on his face seemed.

“You’re just loving this, aren’t you?” You grumbled.

“Little bit, yeah.”

He released the clutch, revved the throttle, and the bike launched forward. You had to squeeze his waist to avoid being thrown off and you knew that the high pitch scream of sheer unadulterated terror that sprung from you would only supply him more ammo with which to mock you later.

Stirred into tiny tornadoes by the bike's crisp wake, hundreds of autumn leaves danced around you in the air. The helmet shielded your face from the wind as it whipped around you, attacking your clothes and hair with a ferociousness that, combined with the insane and dangerous, yet ever-increasing velocity at which you were tearing down the quiet, deserted streets of Mystic Falls, ignited something within you. A spark - a passion for life you hadn't felt for far too long - bloomed inside your chest, pushing outward and demanding freedom. The scream in your throat morphed into a laugh, equal parts thrilled and hysterical. Something bright and spectacular flooded your veins and you sat up a little straighter, letting the tension you'd felt brewing in your bones for so long finally find its release in the holler of glee that burst out of you as the sun bathed your skin and the crisp air of a fading summer pushed through your lungs.

Then came the turn.

Kol put up no pretenses of hitting the brakes before rounding a corner; he took it at full speed, leaning into the turn with all the caution of a daredevil. You shrieked, clutching onto him tighter than you would have ever thought yourself capable of, though he didn't exactly seem to mind. Despite the rush of the wind in your ears, you could still catch the laughter that escaped his lips.

The bike’s sudden halt when he applied the brakes was only slightly less jarring than a collision with a brick wall. It tossed you into Kol’s back, though that couldn’t exactly do much seeing as your entire body was already wrapped around him as tight as was humanly possible. Your heart pounded against your rib cage, your blood buzzed like soda in your veins, and you could feel every muscle trembling. Yet, for the first time in over a year, that twisting in your gut didn’t feel like fear. It felt like elation and you felt powerful. Life finally felt worth paying attention to.

“We’ve stopped moving,” Kol informed you gently. You felt him place his hand over yours which were still clutching onto him for dear life. He ran that hand up and down your forearm comfortingly, trailing his fingertips along your skin and the air around you wasn’t cold enough to be the culprit of the tingling flesh they left behind. “Darling?”

The concern in his tone sounded genuine. Something about it made the grin on your cheeks split wider, knowing he couldn’t see. Because it sounded so real and human and somehow that idea didn’t seem so impossible anymore. Nothing did.

“Yeah, yeah, I know… I’m good!” You assured him with a laugh. “Jus’need’a… Just need a second. Just need to-to catch my breath.”

“Are you sure?” He laughed along with you and your cheeks blazed a shade warmer as you felt him tangle his fingers with yours. Kol was a vampire - you struggled to remember that - and you shouldn’t have liked what he was doing. The way he touched you shouldn’t have been as thrilling as your first time riding a motorcycle, but it was. You shouldn’t have liked it, but you did.

Kol’s touch was like mentos and soda.

Fizzy, sweet, ill-considered fun.

“I honestly cannot move my limbs right now,” You cackled, gloriously, brilliantly mad with excitement.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Kol groaned teasingly. “Please don’t tell me you’re one of those clingy girlfriends.”

You grinned and finally managed to detach one arm from around his midsection so you could smack him on the shoulder. “Oh, gimme a break! It’s my first time on one of these crazy death contraptions,” You said as you climbed off the bike, walking around it to lean against the hood of a convertible that had to be his. Kol followed, somehow managing to keep his grip on your hand as he did. He held your hand so gently, almost as if he hoped you would forget he had it and just maybe, you thought, it might be okay for him to keep it for a little longer. “And don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that.”

He shrugged, smirking. “I do love listening to your heart race.” The smile he offered you was astoundingly youthful - flirtatious, but not the least bit sinister. "Coffee?"

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, weirdo."

Once you were in the car, driving with the top down, you were quick to notice the direction he was taking you. He missed every turn that would lead him to one of Mystic Falls' less than stellar coffee shops and rather took the road out of town, onto the freeway. Not exactly a good notion to start the day off with but you didn't feel like being outrageously paranoid just yet.

"The closest coffee shops were back there," You pointed out. The wind roared in your ears and you had to shout to be heard over it. "Ya missed 'em."

He smirked. "I know."

You laughed dryly. "You are kidnapping me, aren’t you? I knew it."

"Come now, darling," The boy drawled, flashing you a smile. "Have a little faith in me."

"Mmmm… nah."

Some other people might have found the need to shout over the wind annoying, but you simply enjoyed it. People had been berating you to be quiet your whole life, and though you knew Kol would have been able to hear you regardless of the wind, he never told you off. He just shouted along with you.

After an hour of driving, he pulled up to the window of a quaint little coffee shop in a town even smaller than yours. Despite not knowing the town by name, you knew where you were. Surrounding you was the epic grandeur of the Shenandoah mountain range. The town was one of a few much like it, located at the foot of the mountains, just outside the national park.

After getting your coffee and two muffins, Kol continued on the main road and turned off at the gate to the park. He actually paid to get in which surprised you, though you said nothing of it. As he took the turn onto the famous Skyline Drive, you couldn’t help the creepings of suspicion that began to overtake you. Checking your phone, the flashing symbol that warned of your lack of signal seemed to glare almost mockingly.

“You’re not taking me all the way up here to kill me right?” You asked, attempting to keep the nerves out of your voice by sheer force of will. “I mean, I know you keep asking me to trust you and all… but I’m having kind of a hard time here.”

“Why is that?” He hummed.

Despite your efforts, your nervous laugh did not escape his attention. “We’re out in the middle of nowhere, Kol. There’s no cell phone service out here. Great way to make sure I can’t call for help.”

The boy paused for a moment, blinking. “Alright, I’m going to be completely honest - I hadn’t thought about that until you brought it up.”

You huffed. “Right.”

“No, really,” He claimed, holding his hands up defensively. Then he frowned, seeming somewhat confused. “You can’t make calls from here?”

“Nope,” You said, flashing him a view of your phone’s screen and the warning displayed thereon. “No cell service, no calls.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty simple.”

The boy just shrugged. “I don’t know how cell phones work,” He admitted with an innocent expression that you tried to be annoyed by. You weren’t though. He was just… cute. Just cute.

“Well, how do I know that?” You wondered, though your tone was more playful than it had been.

Kol scoffed. “Now, now. I don’t think you’re being entirely fair here, darling.”

“I’m being completely fair!” You countered. “It’s not my fault that literally everything you’ve done this morning has been completely sketchy.”

“Sketchy?” His nose crinkled up and you couldn’t help noticing how cute it was. “What about this is sketchy?” The car slowed and he pulled it into a parking space at an overlook just off the Drive, motioning for you to get out.

“Uh, everything?”

“Ah! Not good enough!,” He insisted. “I want examples.” You went to grab the drinks and muffins but he took them from your hands, shrugging when you sent him a questioning look. “You’re going to want to have your hands free,” He explained.

You raised a brow incredulously but shook your head a moment later. Smirking, you started counting off on your fingers. “Well, there’s that, first of all. I mean, how is that not sketchy?”

“Wha- Because it’s not!”

“Uh, huh… Let’s see then…” You pretended to think as you followed him towards a picnic table in the main overlook area. “You took me on a motorcycle - actual stereotype sketchy move.”

“That was for show and therefore invalid,” He interrupted. “Continue.”

“You took me out of town without anybody knowing, including me.”

“That’s called a surprise, love!” He claimed, rolling his eyes. “Bloody hell, woman. Have you never had a birthday?”

“No, I’ve had them. I just don’t like surprises,” You claimed, placing your hands on your hips.

He shot you a very smug, very knowing look. “You’re a liar.”

“No, I’m not,” You said. Having reached the picnic table, you aimed to take a seat but Kol placed a hand on your elbow. His touch couldn’t have been more gentle - it was the lightning it sent racing over your skin that caused you to jump. Instantly, he forced a smile and pulled his hand away. Yet, you felt yourself missing it.

“We’re, um, we’re not stopping here.” He pressed his lips together and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.

Kol was a vampire - you shouldn’t have wanted him to touch you. But when he looked at you with that twinge of disappointment in his eyes, there was a feeling in your stomach and it wasn’t the churning sensation of disgust. With that gentle touch and youthful charm, he was someone you could see yourself caring about if only he were human. But he wasn’t.

Kol was a vampire - a despicable, soulless monster. You repeated that to yourself. Yet every time you struggled to remember it, you found yourself believing it a little less. Honestly, you didn’t want to. You didn’t want your worst fears about the boy next to you to be confirmed. Part of you did because that would be easy. It would be easy to write him off as nothing more than a monster. But what if he wasn’t? What if he really could make you happy?

“Oh…” You followed him over to a tiny footpath. The thing was hardly a foot and a half wide and it was steep, with rocks as pseudo steps, some of which dropped two feet, only adding to the decline. The end was made invisible by the thick foliage that encompassed it. You blinked and flicked your eyes from the path to Kol, to the path, and back, before fixing on the path. You pointed. “That looks like an excellent way to die.”

Kol laughed. “I assure you, darling, it’s perfectly safe.”

“Perfectly safe?” You questioned, crossing your arms. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you know better then, eh?” He grinned cheekily.

You frowned. “By if I didn’t know better, I meant I do not, in fact, know better.”

“I would argue otherwise,” The boy said with a subtle smirk.

“I bet you would.”

He just shrugged, spreading his hands. “Seeing as all your points against me have thus far been proven invalid, the way I see it, you have no reason not to trust me.”

“First of all, Mr. Mikaelson, that’s a subjective statement,” You pointed out. “Second, I do my research, and none of it faired to your credibility. Third, if this right here isn’t the sketchiest thing ever, then I don’t know what is.”

He nodded, smirking in amusement as he leaned back on his heels. Something about it made the butterflies in your stomach take off. “Well, Miss. L/N, to your first point, somewhere deep, deep down, everybody likes surprises and that’s a fact. Second, biased research of biased accounts does not a fact make - and yes, I am aware of just how spectacularly that statement backfired as I said it. Lastly, I can think of much sketchier things than a hiking trail.”

“Well… okay.” You had to bite your tongue to withhold the snicker that threatened to escape.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m an original,” He warned, playfully nudging your shoulder.

“I’m definitely not laughing.”

“Really?” Kol rubbed his lip, doing his best to fight a smile as well. You felt warmer at the sight. “Do explain your point then,” He said.

“You really expect me to go down there with no safety railing, no clue what's waiting for me at the bottom, and not but your word that you won’t shove me to my death and claim it was an accident?” You surmised, raising a brow. “You can’t be serious.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Safety railings are for the incompetent, we die like lemmings and for your information, there’s a rocky outcropping - a cliff if you will - waiting at the bottom. Though, if I were to push you off it, I wouldn’t need to make it look like an accident.” Taking a couple of steps down the path, he smirked smugly and offered you his hand - the one that wasn’t holding the coffee and muffins. “I’ll say it again, darling. If I were going to kill you, that’s not how I would do it.”

You eyed his hand with no small measure of distrust. “You’re playing at something.” You narrowed your eyes and backed away. “What are you-”

“I’ll catch you.” He said. There was nothing but honesty in his eyes. Openhearted honesty. “Take my hand and if you trip, I’ll catch you. I would have offered as such from the beginning, but you seem to have an aversion to being touched by me.”

You bit your lip, hesitating. He just watched you and waited. It took a moment but you made your decision. You leveled a finger at him. “If you so much as-”

“I won’t let you fall,” Kol promised. His openness could only last so long, you supposed because a cheeky smile overtook his expression a moment later. “Well, unless it’s for me.”

You did your best to roll your eyes and ignore the bush that crept into your cheeks. Taking his hand, he gripped yours firmly and you took that first step. A pleasant fire spread up your arm with his touch. His hands seemed so soft and though you knew they were scarred with murder and deeds to evil to name, you couldn’t seem to find those scars as his thumb skimmed over the back of your hand and he whispered soft encouragements with each step you took. The ground was slightly slick from rain the previous night and as such, you slipped a few steps into the walk. Yet, Kol caught you and he kept his word. He didn’t let you fall.

When you reached the trail’s end, only one word escaped your lips.

“Wow…”

It was like something out of a movie. Layer after layer of mountains stretched off as far as the eye could see, one right after the other in an imperfect symmetry that was somehow just right. The vibrant colors of the trees made the valley in front of you seem as though it were on fire. Your vision was colored crimson and gold. Breathtaking isn’t a word strong enough to describe the view. You weren’t sure there was a word strong enough but you couldn’t think of one regardless, far too entranced by the exquisite majesty of the mountain range. You walked yourself to the edge of the cliff, not caring that there was nothing below you but a deadly fall. You just stood there, enamored by it all.

You didn’t hear Kol approach just behind you; yet, you didn’t jump when you felt his fingers begin delicately carding through your hair. He was close - too close - but somehow you didn’t mind. He must have set the drinks down somewhere because his other hand came to rest tentatively on your hip. You felt his breath on your neck - warmer than a dead boy’s should have been - but you didn’t flinch. Maybe you’d never quite understand why.

“Look up, darling,” Kol muttered softly. You did as you were told and gasped.

What had always been so far above you - so fascinating yet unattainable - was now just overhead. The ghostly wisps of the cloud layer skimmed over the mountain’s peaks, cascading down with the weight of the water they held. It was one of those half-rainy sorts of days. A little dreary, but that made it all the more beautiful. Those clouds drifted mere inches above you, swirling lazily in the cool breeze of fall. It was a scene out of your most wondrous daydream. What was it about today and making impossibilities a reality?

“They’re magnificent, aren’t they?” He whispered. You knew he must have felt it when you shuddered. “Would you like to touch them?”

Speaking felt wrong. If you spoke, you would surely break this spell. You would remember that Kol was a vampire and that he probably wanted to kill you and that this went against everything you had ever been told. But for once you didn’t want to care about any of that. For once, all you wanted was this moment and this boy to care about you like no one else ever had. So you didn’t speak. You just nodded.

His hand brushed over your shoulder and tugged on your sleeve just a little. There were butterflies taking off all throughout your body, even though there shouldn’t have been. You let out a shaking breath as his fingers skimmed leisurely down your arm - he took his sweet time as if to ensure you were forced to acknowledge every spark as he drew them from your skin. Tenderly, he wrapped his hand around your wrist and then guided you to reach high over your head. You came just inches from breaking the smooth white mist.

“I’m too short,” You mused, a little disappointed. "I don't think I can do it."

“I think you can,” Kol breathed against the shell of your ear. The boy’s grip on your wrist tightened just a fraction and the fingertips of his other hand followed, pressing into your hip just right. Your breathing hitched and your heart sped like a rabbit's. "Reach higher."

Stretching upward as much as you possibly could, you stood on your toes and fought the voice in your head that told you to go no further. As you did your fingers dipped into the swirling cloud and you just giggled. What kid doesn’t dream of touching the clouds? Now, that was a dream come true.

It wasn’t impossible. Maybe nothing was.

You grinned and your heart was racing. With your hand in a cloud and Kol's hands on you, the two of you just stood there for a bit. For whatever reason, you didn't mind his touch as much as you had before. It simply didn't feel as threatening. Perhaps it never had been. Maybe he wasn't lying. Maybe he really did want you.

Oh yeah, he wanted you all right… for lunch.

Your racing heartbeat stuttered in your chest a little as you remembered that little bet you had made earlier that morning and that look in his eyes as you had agreed to it. He'd looked so excited, so eager to rip into your throat.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

You yanked your hand from the cloud layer and fell back onto your heels. Whirling around, you faced him, wide-eyed and blinking rapidly. He seemed to realize that his time was up. There was another forced smile as he took his hands off you and backed away. You pushed past him wordlessly, bowing your head. Meeting his eyes seemed impossible with how hot your cheeks burned.

A smooth, flat rock that bore a remarkable resemblance to a bench stood a few feet away from the cliff's edge and you made a beeline towards it. That was where Kol had placed the drinks and muffins so you grabbed yours, letting them warm your hands as you took a deep breath.

Why had you let that boy - vampire - touch you like that? Why did you let him talk you into things that were so clearly stupid? You were wearing vervain, so logically you knew he couldn't be influencing your mind. But what other explanation was there? This wasn't like you. This wasn't normal!

Slowly and carefully so as not to startle you, Kol moved to sit by your side. You watched him like a hawk, clutching that cup in your hands as though it contained the cure to cancer and the CIA was hunting you down.

"Y/N," He called your name softly, but you just shook your head. Kol reached out and took your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles and you felt those sparks crackle and jump. You didn't want him to take his hand away but you couldn't understand why. "Y/N, I didn't mean to frighten you."

Why did you believe him?

"I know." You nodded and watched him carefully for a moment. “Can you do something for me?” You asked, near silently. You may have felt free and open to both new experiences and ideas, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be hurt.

Kol’s face fell and that genuine concern melted back into his eyes but it was a fake smile that made its way onto his lips. "If you want me to take you home, then I will. I won't make you stay with me if that isn't what you want.”

“No.” You shook your head. Your answer surprised him as much as it did you. “No, it’s not you, it’s just… This - what I’m doing right now - it’s crazy and it’s pretty stupid if I’m being honest and I’m very much aware of that…"

"I'd be concerned if you weren't," He said with a wry smile. The corners of your lips twitched up and you played with the soft strings of your sweater. His eyes flicked downward, distracted by the movement.

You couldn't believe you were about to say this. You opened your mouth.

"Kol, I-" The words got lodged in your throat. If you said them, you would be admitting something that would give him a dangerous amount of power over you. "I-I wan-"

He tucked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look you in the eyes. "You can tell me what it is that you want, Y/N." He smiled and this time it wasn't forced but it was a little sad. "I will respect your wishes no matter how they may pain me."

That statement. That was important.

He shouldn't have been able to claim a thing like that. He wasn't supposed to be capable of decency, or morality.

So why was that more decent, more kind, and more moral than anything you'd ever heard out of the mouths of any of the so-called 'respectable' founder boys your parents had tried to set you up with? Tyler Lockwood certainly hadn't had that much respect for you - and you'd never even dated him! Kol was supposed to be evil so why wasn't he evil to you?

Why did you want to see how good he could be?

"I-I want to see what’s gonna happen," You admitted. "But I can’t just trust you on a whim. So before I go anywhere with you, I need you to promise me a couple things… and I need to know that you’ll keep those promises.”

The boy sighed. “Can’t blame you for being reasonable, can I?” He held your eyes for a moment, thinking. Then he tilted his head and his eyes gleamed with something mischievous as he leaned forward as if to tell you a secret. “Tell you what, I’ll promise you any three things you like if you’ll swear to me something in return for each one.”

"Three?"

He nodded. "Three."

If you did that, then you might have to open yourself up to thoughts you knew you shouldn’t.

“Okay,” You agreed.

Kol grinned. “Then name your terms, my lady.”

You didn't have to think about those for very long.

“Promise me your complete honesty.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Simple, really.” You took a breath, though it did nothing to calm your racing heart. “I want your complete transparent honesty all the time. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking and what your intentions are even if you think something might scare me off. I don’t want to be left guessing as to what, if any of this is real.”

“Fair enough.” The boy held your eyes. “You have my word if you’ll give me yours. I want the same. I want you to be honest even about the things you don’t want to admit to yourself. I don’t want you hiding anything.”

You nodded. “I can do that. Promise me you’ll never hurt my little brother - that you’ll never try to manipulate him or compel someone else to harm him in any way.”

“Promise me you’ll do your best to put aside your prejudices and allow me a fair chance."

"To do what?"

"To earn a second date."

“Done.”

“Done.” No hesitation.

You pursed your lips and swallowed thickly, feeling a little lightheaded as you leaned away from him but not out of fear. Your voice dropped lower. “Promise me you’ll never hurt me.”

He nodded, tilting his head slightly as he watched you with eyes as soft and warm as autumn leaves. “I can’t promise that I’ll never say or do anything that hurts you, darling. However, I can promise that I’ll never try to cause you pain.” Your hair whipped around your face a bit due to the wind and the boy lifted a hand to sweep it back behind your shoulder. His touch was gentle and your cheeks reddened against your will. Resting it against the side of your neck, he brushed his thumb over your jaw as he studied you, his eyes flicking over your features. “Now, promise me that if the time ever arises when you trust me with your life, you won’t consider this promise broken should I want for something that scares you.”

You inhaled sharply. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I am,” He said, smiling dryly. “You asked for my honesty. I can’t promise you’ll always like it.” Slowly, Kol brought the hand he was holding to his lips and you tensed as he pressed a kiss against the pulse at the inside of your wrist. He met your eyes again and you got the point. “Although I may crave your blood, that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you. There's a difference. Promise me you’ll do your best to keep that in mind?”

He'd promised he wouldn't lie. So what reason was there for you not to believe the plea in his eyes?

You couldn’t come up with a single reason why he might possibly care about you beyond his predatory nature. Everything you had ever been taught claimed that vampires were nothing more than animals driven by their instincts and desire to kill - that they had no capability for emotional complexity of any kind. But you knew now, from that look in his eyes that those claims had to be wrong and it wasn’t just some act or a trick of the light. It was right in front of you and you couldn’t deny it.

Your heart stuttered again, but your fear wasn't going to stop you.

“Deal.”

"Excellent." He looked really happy.

"So, now what?"

It didn't take long for the two of you to figure out an activity. Although after three consecutive losses in Never Have I Ever minus the alcohol, Kol gave up. By that time it was about noon. You could hardly believe it when you checked your watch that you had spent three hours on the side of a cliff with an original vampire. Though, it grew harder for you to think of the boy that way the longer you spent with him. He wasn't scary when it was like this - just the two of you swapping funny stories on the side of a mountain. He was sincere just as he'd promised to be.

It was nice.

You didn't want it to end, so you told him that because you had promised to be honest as well. Kol's solution was to find the nearest movie theater and watch whatever was playing which just so happened to be The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. After that, you proceed to introduce him to the world of modern fantasy and Baskin Robbins simultaneously, the latter of which he paid for. Watching a one thousand-year-old being sample no less than thirty-six flavors of ice cream (rainbow sherbet included) while he asked you various in-depth questions about a famous children's book was the most entertaining thing you had ever experienced.

By the time all that was done, the sun had set and you knew it was probably time to get heading home. You still didn't want to go home, but this was the first date and you weren't going to stay overnight in a hotel with any person you'd only been on one date with regardless of whether they were human or not. You weren't that trusting.

The ride back to Mystic Falls was pleasant enough. You laughed and joked and listened to the radio. The only point when you felt uncomfortable was when he reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a bag labeled O-negative. You tried to remain unfazed but seeing him actually drink the stuff made you jumpy. That bet you'd made that morning wouldn't leave your thoughts.

"You wanted my honesty," The boy hummed, aiming for nonchalance though he missed by a hairsbreadth.

"Yeah, I know." You nodded. "So, is that like your favorite?" You asked in a feeble attempt to dispel the awkwardness.

"I don't know if I really have a favorite," Kol admitted, shrugging. He flashed you a grin. "We'll have to see if that changes when I try yours."

He said when. Not if but when.

You swallowed thickly and faced forward, biting your lip with a slight hum to acknowledge his comment. Kol turned his head and frowned.

"I did it again, didn't I?" He sighed. "I didn't mean it, love. I was being facetious just like I was about that bet this morning."

He wasn't serious?

"That's not what I saw."

He huffed a laugh. "Don't get me wrong, darling. As much as I would absolutely love a taste from one of your pretty little veins, I'd rather wait until you offer me one."

The statement was, by no means, comforting. It was the genuine confidence in his tone that disturbed you the most. He spoke with the same surety that one uses when speaking of a morning’s sunrise. At the very least, his words assured you that he would keep his earlier promise.

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your mind. One date with him didn’t mean anything.

“I am never going to do that, Kol.” Your voice was quiet but firm, cold and hard like steel. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn his head to watch you. Even in the blackness of the night, his eyes weren’t as dark or as cold as you had thought just the day before. They were dark chocolate - not obsidian.

“With all due respect, darling - which is more than I think you’re used to being shown -” His voice was quiet too but in a different way. It sounded more like coffee and warm muffins. “- I wouldn’t recommend making a vow like that. Never isn’t quite as long as you think it might be.”

You nodded, rolling your eyes. “Is this your way of winning yourself that bet? ‘Cuz I hate to break it to you but, uh… it won’t work.”

“I can have my fantasies,” He said, shrugging innocently.

“And I can crush them,” You fired back.

The awkward atmosphere cleared shortly after that and the rest of the ride back to your house was comfortable and fun. When the two of you arrived in Mystic Falls, he parked his car where he’d left the motorcycle that morning, and this time you climbed on without a second thought. The experience was just as enjoyable after dark. All too soon, however, you found yourself parked on the curb in front of your house. Climbing off the bike, you pulled off the helmet he’d given you to borrow and placed it on the back. Kol stopped you.

“Why don’t you keep that,” He said with a knowing smirk. “I have a feeling you’ll need it again.”

You shrugged. “Won’t say no to free stuff.”

He just smiled at you and you had to look away. You were blushing but you hopped it was too dark for him to tell. Kol walked you to the door, like any real gentleman should.

“Well, I suppose this is goodbye,” He said. “For now, at least.”

You could have left; yet, you chose to linger.

You shook your head. “No, it isn’t.”

The boy’s brows snapped together and you could practically see the wheels in his head turning. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re trying to weasel your way out of it, but I won’t let you.”

“You’ve lost me, darling.”

You gestured to the silver crescent moon hanging on the ink-black backdrop above you. “It’s the end of the night. I have officially won the bet,” You announced. “Now, pay up, loser.”

“Wha- No!” He laughed and shook his head. “I’ll admit to losing, but I already paid.”

“How?”

“I bought the ice cream.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m pretty sure the agreement was three pints worth,” You said.

“Was it?”

“Yeah…”

He hissed. “Guess you’ll just have to go on another two dates with me then, won’t you?”

“Guess I will.” You played at reluctance but you really didn’t mind all that much. You’d had fun with him. That wasn’t a bad thing.

“Your parents are going to kill you,” He predicted with a satisfied smirk.

“Ya’ think?” You mockingly gasped. “Wow! You know, you should feel ashamed for being such a bad influence on me.”

He snapped his fingers. “I should be ashamed, damn it! Your parents are really going to hate me now.” The boy leaned forward and a mischievous grin danced in his eyes as he bowed his head, looking up at you through a curtain of lashes. “Shall we make it worse?” He whispered conspiratorially.

Your grin matched his. “Hell yeah.”

With a breathy laugh that turned to mist in the chilly evening air of mid-autumn, he reached up and trailed his hand up to your shoulder. You only really noticed how cold it was when he tugged on the sleeve of your sweater, dragging the material away from your neck and off your shoulder. Butterflies and paranoia gripped your insides and you eyed him wearily. He glanced back up to meet your eyes and smiled as he took a step closer to you.

“Relax, darling.” The boy wrapped both arms around your waist. “Promise I won’t do anything bad,” He assured you, taking another step closer. He rested his forehead against yours for just a moment before leaning down. You felt his breath ghost over your neck and you stiffened.

What he did wasn’t quite a kiss - not exactly. Kol started at the curve of your jaw and smoothed his lips down the column of your throat with hardly the pressure of an autumn leaf drifting to the ground. He finished at your shoulder, leaving an achingly soft kiss on the spot. His lips were gentle and sweet, like rain through a mountaintop forest. Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart raced. It was like a dream and you wanted more even though you knew you shouldn’t. Butterflies flitted through your soul as he dragged his perfectly soft lips to the base of your throat and back up. The boy hesitated for a moment before he nipped just lightly at your jaw. Then again at your pulse. Your racing heart skipped a beat and he paused.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” He whispered.

You couldn’t comprehend why you said: “Don’t.”

Kol leaned down and nipped at your pulse again. You shuddered and he did it once more, a little slower. Then his arms around your waist tightened and Kol pressed your whole body against his own, holding you as close as he could. For a split second, you could feel him smile. His lips pressed gently at your throat, trailing along your jugular. He was gentle and sweet but there was a greediness and a hunger to each kiss that he couldn’t seem to hide. You could say for certain that nothing had ever felt quite as gratifying as Kol's mouth. Even though it shouldn't have. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself that much closer to him, tangling your fingers in his hair. The boy hummed quietly, though it was a more innocent sound than you’d heard from him that morning - like he couldn’t help it. His mouth trailed lower, to the base of your throat.

When he kissed you again, Kol was rougher. You drew in a quick breath as he kissed and bit at your skin with blunt teeth. It was still sweet somehow; not as lustful as you would expect. Those teeth had killed - had ripped flesh apart, but for your life, you could not bring yourself to care. Because with you, this monster was sweet - so effortlessly sweet and kind. Kol kept his promise. He didn't hurt you. He only bit hard enough to bruise - just hard enough to leave a mark your parents would see. His mouth slowed and he took a breath. You could tell he wanted to kiss you like that again but you really weren't ready for anything more so you appreciated that he didn't. When he was done leaving his mark on you, he skimmed his lips over it and pressed one last tender kiss on your jaw.

The boy didn't pull away just yet, however. He lingered, hungry for more as if he just couldn't find the strength to drag himself away from you. That one last kiss turned into four or five more but you weren't complaining. He let go of your waist first, moving his hands to your shoulders.

"Sorry about that," He laughed quietly. "I might have gotten a little carried away."

You nodded, struggling to speak. "A little bit, yeah."

"In my defense, both your parents were watching through the windows behind me and I think your mother might have fainted."

"Wait, really?" That would be entertaining if nothing else.

"That's what it sounded like," He replied. Kol finally pulled away from you, smiling just a little bit. "Does this mean I get another date?"

Did he really even need to ask?

"I think I can live with that." You nodded, smirking. "Though it needs to involve ice cream of some variety."

"We already did a movie," He mused.

"True…"

"And just yesterday you turned me down on dinner."

"Also true…"

He pushed a strand of hair away from your face and his lips twitched up into a teasing smile. "Please suggest something, love. I don't think I can survive another one of my sister's modern culture education sessions," He said.

"Oh, I dunno. Can you play mini-golf?"

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~♡~Dating the Mikaelsons~♡~

Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah ❤ if you are a Finn fan, sorry. But I'm not.

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

This is just some headcanons on what I think dating & sex would be like with the Mikaelson men.

Warnings: Description's of sex, kinks & dirty phrases.

One-shot editions:

{Part One -Klaus} ♡ {Part Two -Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel} ♡ {Part Four - Elijah}

Klaus {Hybrids First!}

❤--Klaus is an unrepentant charmer and flirt, and will not be shy about pursuing you, but he will make it clear if he's after more than just sex.

❤--He has a way with words, and will say the most romantic things to you. I like to think he hung around with Shakespeare, so his poetry skills are insane. Like, he will casually say something about your beauty or personality, and you will still be thinking about it when you are in the nursing home.

❤--He's an artist, so he will love the way your body looks and will love drawing or painting you naked. He will have a secret place for his sketches of you, where only the two of you can see. He will create new paint colors to try and capture the color of your eyes. You will always find little folded up doodles he hides in your things, some romantic and some humorous.

❤--He's not one for pda, not because he thinks it's improper, like Elijah does. But because he's afraid his enemies will see him and use you against him. So in public, he's all about flirty glances and whispering something filthy in your ear. He has a way of making you feel seen and special, without making a scene.

❤--His ideal date is a long walk through the city, he will tell you countless stories of his conquests and past adventures, and will not shut up. But it's cute and will make you laugh, and you will find out more about him. He's less of a romantic than Elijah, but will still do sweet things. Like, he will surprise you with a trip somewhere just because, and he will always send you a bouquet of flowers.

❤--When it comes to sex he is a little more modern than Elijah and won't mind a more casual approach. He's fine with just having a quickie in the bathroom or against the wall, as long as you are both enjoying it. Out of all the Mikaelsons he is by far the roughest. He will pull your hair, slap your ass, bite, compel you, tie you up, etc. It's all consensual, and he would never actually hurt you. Klaus will absolutely eat your ass, and loves a good rimjob. He'll also love anal, and will be very vocal about his desires. He's also not against compelling you to cum over and over again until your legs are shaking and you can barely breath.

❤--Despite his roughness in bed he will never do anything degrading or shameful. If you want to experiment and try new things, he will not object. He's open minded and will indulge almost any fantasy, as long as you both feel comfortable. He will never force you to do anything, and will never call you names or belittle you.

❤--His favorite position is with you bent over something, with him fucking you from behind. This way, he can be in control and dominate you, while also allowing him to reach the perfect angle. He also loves to fuck while standing, and will often pick you up and fuck you against the wall, or against a table. He needs to feel in control and the way you cling to him is a huge turn on. He knows he's doing a good job when your nails dig into his back and when you scream his name. He loves dirty talk and is extremely good at it, he loves to whisper filthy things in your ear like:

~♡~ "Louder love,"

~♡~ "Fuck, you're so wet for me,"

~♡~ "You like when I do that, don't you?"

~♡~ "Don't be shy, sweetheart,"

~♡~ "So pretty and all mine,"

~♡~ "You feel so fucking good,"

❤--In terms of oral sex, he loves receiving it. He will demand that you get on your knees and suck him off, and will pull your hair as you do it. He will be very vocal, telling you how good it feels and will have a string of filthy praises falling from his lips, like:

~♡~ "Such a pretty mouth,"

~♡~ "Take all of it,"

~♡~ "Look at me when you're sucking my cock,"

~♡~ "Just like that, love,"

~♡~ "That's it. Swallow it all"

❤--He also loves to fuck your face, he will have a firm grip on your hair and will thrust into your mouth at a rough pace. He's not ashamed of the noises he makes, and will make sure that you're looking at him as he comes undone. He will make you gag, and he will love it. He will love the way your mascara runs and the tears that run down your cheeks. But he will only do this if you enjoy it. If you tell him no or show any signs of discomfort, he will stop immediately, and make up for it by making you cum.

❤--He loves to drink your blood and will often bite you during sex. It's not just the pleasure, but it's also a claim and a sign of possessiveness. He likes to mark his territory and show others that you are his, and only his.

❤--Because of his possessive nature, he will not be able to control himself when someone else flirts with you. He'll have his hands all over you, making it clear that you're his, and anyone else would be stupid to try and touch you. He's also paranoid, and will have a hard time leaving you alone. Fear of abandonment is a big issue with him, and he needs constant reassurance that you love him.

❤--Once you break down his walls, he becomes very sweet and vulnerable. He will hold you and tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. He will be endlessly thoughtful, but can easily take offense if you don't respond to his affection as he expects. It will take a lot of work to earn his trust, but it's worth it.

❤--Being in a relationship with him would be eternally wild and passionate, but after a millennium of pain, abuse, and trauma, the slightest betrayal can set him off. He's a little obsessive and can have a short temper. He can also be extremely manipulative and will lie to you and use his powers of compulsion to get what he wants. But it's not malicious, it's mostly a defense mechanism, and once he trusts you, he will open up and not use compulsion anymore. But he can't help his temper, and if he ever loses control and hurts you, he will hate himself and be full of self-loathing. He will apologize and ask for your forgiveness, and will not stop trying until he's earned your trust back. But he is not one to be trifled with, and if you betray him again, he will kill you, no matter how much it will hurt him.

Kol {this is the superior version, sorry not sorry}

❤--Kol is the funniest of the siblings and will constantly be cracking jokes and making quips. But he is also very charming and will sweep you off your feet with his smooth lines and devilish smile. He's the wild child of the family, and doesn't care about societal conventions, so he will not hesitate to ask you for sex, or inappropriately touch you in public.

❤--But his wild nature doesn't mean he is disrespectful. He respects boundaries and won't push you further than you're comfortable with. He's the kind of guy who will ask to have a threesome, and then not be mad if you say no. He loves to tease and make fun of you, but will stop if he goes too far. He knows where the line is, and will never cross it.

❤--His ideal date would probably involve going to a concert and drinking. He likes clubs and parties, but not fancy events, like his brothers do. He would love for the two of you to get absolutely hammered and have an adventurous night out on the town. But he would make sure that you were safe and would never take advantage of you. And he would definitely have a witchy hangover cure to give you afterwards.

❤--He is surprisingly intelligent and loves to teach you new things, especially if it involves science or the supernatural. He also loves to learn, he would be thrilled if you took him out and showed him things about the modern world. I personally think he would be stoked about VR or space travel, anything that would feel like the combination of magic and science to him.

❤--When it comes to sex he comes off as kinky, but I think it's just an act and that he's secretly just a sweetie. Like Elijah, I think he loves to make his partner feel good, but can come off as selfish until you are in bed with him.

❤--His favorite position would be cowgirl, he would love the view and the feeling of you riding him. He's not really into control the way his brothers are, and would prefer to let his partner take the lead. He definitely loves to talk in bed, and would constantly praise and flatter you. He would make you laugh in the middle of sex, it would never be too intense, always light-hearted and fun.

Some playful things he would say:

~♡~ "I like it when a woman takes charge,"

~♡~ "Darling, are you getting tired already?"

~♡~ "You know, if you really want my attention, all you have to do is ask. I won't bite...hard"

~♡~ "I would never compel you, but please, sit on my face next,"

~♡~ "Oh, that was definitely not your G-Spot, darling,"

~♡~ "Don't make me spank you again, love,"

~♡~ "I could never grow tired of such a lovely view,"

~♡~ "It's adorable the way you get all flushed,"

~♡~ "I think you might just be the death of me, but that's okay, I've done it before,"

❤--He would love for you to sit on his face, he will do it for hours if you let him. He would joke about how this time around he would prefer to die in this position, and will happily spend all day between your legs. He would adore teasing you, making you beg and whine. But once he starts he will have a hard time controlling himself, so it doesn't last long.

❤--He doesn't like being bossed around, and would rather have a mutual and playful partnership. He's into experimentation and would love to try new things with you. He would be the kind of guy to wear a silly costume for a Halloween or roleplay thing, he would have fun doing it and would never let his partner feel uncomfortable. He's the least picky and the most likely to hook up with someone just for a one night stand.

❤--He's not super jealous, but would love it if you were. He loves attention and being the center of your world, and would constantly flirt with other people, just to get a reaction out of you. He wants you to make him feel important, and will do anything to keep your attention. He will have a hard time showing his emotions, and will avoid getting too deep or serious, but he does care about you. If you really need him, he will always be there for you, no matter what.

❤--Unlike the rest of his brothers, his loyalty is not tied to his family. He will follow you if you leave, and will always protect you, even if it goes against his siblings.

❤--The dark side to Kol is his bloodlust and impulsivity. He will not hesitate to hurt or kill someone if they piss him off, and will be a bit of a hothead. He will need to work on his temper, but if you are patient, it will be worth it. He's a lot like his brother Klaus in that he needs reassurance, but unlike him, Kol won't try and control you.

❤--Unlike Klaus and Elijah, I think Kol's method for dealing with someone threatening you, would be an absolute tongue lashing. He will be the king of passive aggression and will destroy someone's ego by just a few choice words. If they're lucky, he will leave them alive, but will make sure they won't bother you again.

Marcel {that smile ❤}

❤--Marcel would easily be the best boyfriend on this list, mostly because he has less trauma than his adopted family, but also because he is better at handling problems in his life. Charming, hot and a total sweetheart, he would treat you like royalty.

❤--A date with him in New Orleans would be the experience of a lifetime, yes Klaus may have founded the city, but Marcel knows its people. He would take you to secret spots that capture the city's culture and history in ways that even Klaus would have a hard time replicating. He is the perfect host and knows the ins and outs of every street and venue.

❤--Marcel would take you out on a dinner date, perhaps a cool house party, where he would introduce you to interesting people. He would make you feel special in a way that isn't flashy or arrogant. He knows that you deserve the world and he would treat you as such, but without going over the top and making it a huge spectacle. He's down to earth in that way, but it doesn't make his effort less special.

❤--He's not possessive in a way that feels threatening or suffocating, he loves and respects you. He is loyal and kind, he loves making people laugh and always finds the good in everyone, even those who are difficult to see the light in, such as his adoptive family. But if anyone were to treat you disrespectfully or hurt you he would kick their ass without hesitation.

❤--His greatest trait is his loyalty, he is loyal to those he loves and will not give up on them. He has an emotional maturity and intelligence that is not seen in many of the Mikaelsons and is good at dealing with his feelings. He has the devotion of Elijah, the intelligent ruthlessness of Klaus and the compassion of Rebekah, but he is far superior at balancing these traits in a healthy way, and has very few of their negative attributes.

❤--Marcel is a self proclaimed king and a little arrogant, but not in a way that makes him feel better than anyone else. He's earned it through sheer will and hard work, his ego comes from the respect and loyalty of his people.

❤--Marcel is the perfect mixture of flirt and charisma. He is a man with an easy smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He is suave and confident, but he isn't a pushover or someone who can't be serious. He knows how to be in the moment and have fun, and he's not afraid to love.

❤--Sex with Marcel would be very giving and sweet, even though he's a dominant person in general, he knows how to balance this with being respectful and caring to his lover. His favorite positions are cowgirl or missionary, as he loves the eye contact and he will never complain when you take charge. I don't think he's very kinky, and is mostly focused on pleasing his partner and making sure they get what they need.

❤--He is also a huge flirt who would go out of his way to make you blush and make your heart skip a beat. I imagine his words being playful and teasing, not necessarily filthy but certainly dirty in an innocent way.

Some examples would be:

~♡~ "If you wanna get to know each other a little better, I'm up for a more private session"

~♡~ "I love that outfit, but I bet it looks even better on the floor"

~♡~ "Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink, and maybe I can get a taste of something sweeter later?"

~♡~ "Damn girl, you're hotter than New Orleans in August,"

❤--He's very honest in bed, he'll tell you exactly what he wants and how he wants it. He's also very touchy, his hands would be on your hips or back, always guiding or supporting you, but not holding you down, unless that is something you want, in which case he is absolutely into it.

❤--The downside to dating Marcel is that his loyalties can conflict and it may get complicated at times. He will choose his city and the people he protects over his own desires. It can make his partners feel rejected and betrayed. But he will be as understanding and respectful as he can, he will do everything he can to make things work.

Elijah {obviously this one is the longest lol}

❤--Like a character from a romance novel, he loves to kiss your hand, cheek and forehead. He does this thing where he cups the back of your neck before pulling you close for a kiss. This gesture is not always necessarily romantic, but it's subtly possessive, putting him in control of the situation.

❤--He loves taking care of you and spoiling you with gifts. Expensive luxury gifts are a common occurrence, but so are small thoughtful things, like your favorite drink, or a small trinket that he saw you admiring.

❤--Known for his iconic style, he loves to help you find the perfect outfit for any occasion. He loves the way you look in the dresses and skirts that show off your legs. He also loves to buy you jewelry to match said outfits and always notices when you do something different with your hair.

❤--He's not one to talk about himself or his interests, but with a little encouragement, he will tell you anything. He'll talk for hours about literature and music if given the chance, you love to see his face light up when he talks about the things he loves.

❤--He's not into casual dating or relationships, so once he's committed to someone, he is loyal and faithful. Most of his relationships are initiated by the woman, because he is too polite and respectful to make the first move. Unless, of course, they are giving him clear signals, then he will become the dominant and seductive man we all know and love.

❤--He's not a one night stand sort of guy, and will only sleep with someone if he really cares about them. He won't even consider the possibility of cheating, and will expect the same from you. If you are having trouble committing, or if there is another person you have feelings for, he will let you go and try to move on.

❤--He is a man of tradition, and will always treat you like a lady. He will open doors for you and pull out chairs, and will not hesitate to correct any guy that is a little too friendly with you. He is protective but not possessive.

❤--But just because he's traditional doesn't mean he doesn't love independence. It turns him on to see a woman fight back and be able to stand on her own. But sometimes his protective nature gets the best of him, and he will try to protect you when he feels like you're in danger, even if you are more than capable of handling the situation.

❤--He's not very vocal about his feelings, and probably won't be the one to confess that he cares. But he will definitely show you with his actions, and is very loyal. If you're upset, he will give you space, but if he feels like you're bottling up your feelings, he will encourage you to talk about it. Since he has lived for so long he has lots of wisdom and can offer advice and comfort. He has a tendency to be the level-headed one in any situation, but can be very emotional, which is a side of him only his closest friends and family get to see.

❤--He is a great kisser, and is very passionate. He can take charge and be rough and demanding, or be sweet and romantic, whatever you're into.

❤--Elijah is also the most experienced and well-versed lover out of all the Mikaelsons, and that is saying a lot. One thousand years of experience as well as always being selfless in all aspects of his life, will result in some insane sex. He will take his time with you, exploring every inch of your body and discovering all your sweet spots. He knows what he's doing, and he's going to make sure you enjoy it. He is very patient and can last a long time, and is the master of multiple orgasms. He will make sure that he is the only thing you're thinking about when he is inside you.

❤--Missionary is his favorite position. He loves being on top and watching your face as he pleasures you. He loves to praise you and whisper sweet things into your ear as he fucks you, and loves to be dominant. He loves seeing you underneath him, writhing and moaning as he hits all the right spots. He loves hearing your moans and gasps, and the sounds you make when he kisses your neck. He will give you the best orgasm of your life, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure that happens.

❤--He loves oral sex, and you swear he might have popularized it during his travels in the middle ages. He will go down on you for hours, and will not stop until you're begging him to fuck you. He's very good at it, and will know exactly how to please you. You've never had a better orgasm than when he's eating you out, and he will make it his mission to give you as many as possible.

❤--He loves consent and will always ask before doing something new or different, he likes to make sure that you are always comfortable. He wants to hear your opinion and what you like, and will do anything to make sure that you are satisfied. As long as it's safe, and he knows you'll be enjoying yourself, he's not opposed to a little experimentation, but he doesn't really care for it either. He prefers vanilla sex, but he won't say no to anything.

❤--He is not used to others taking care of him, so he will likely try to deny his needs at first, not wanting to burden you. But once he realizes that you want to take care of him too, he will let his guard down. This level of trust from him is a precious thing, and it's a sign that he's falling in love.

❤--Once his walls are down, the kind of pleasure he loves to receive is intimacy. He will want to make love, not just have sex. He will want you to hold you and tell you that he loves you while making eye contact. He craves connection above all else, and will be very intense and passionate. He's too much of a gentleman to ask, but giving him oral sex will make him feel special, and because he hates messes, he prefers to come in your mouth.

❤--Although he may be the most vanilla and gentle lover out of the Mikaelsons, don't let that fool you, because once he lets his walls down, he is an animal. He will pound you into the mattress, and won't stop until he makes you cum so hard that you see stars. He loves to praise you and tells you how good you're making him feel, and loves to watch you come undone.

He'll say things like:

~♡~ "You look so beautiful like this"

~♡~ "I love the the pretty little sounds you make"

~♡~ "Tell me what you want,"

~♡~ "Look at me"

~♡~ "You feel so good"

~♡~ “I love the way you come undone”

❤--He's not very into public sex, but he has a thing for making you come on his fingers. He will find a quiet corner and fuck you with his hand, making you cover your mouth to keep from getting caught. He loves to look you in the eyes as he does it, asking you:

~♡~ "You like when I touch you like this?"

~♡~ "You have to be quiet, my love,"

~♡~ "Do you want more?"

~♡~ "That's it, just like that,”

❤--Elijah won't want to bite or compel you, but if you desire him to drink from you, he will, and will do it carefully and respectfully. He prefers to drink from your neck, gently cupping it the same way he does when he's pulling you in for a kiss. He will not be rough, and will take care not to hurt you. He will always heal the marks with his blood after, and will feel guilty if he draws too much blood.

❤--His aftercare is unmatched, and he will make sure that you are taken care of and pampered after. He will prepare a hot bath or shower, making sure you feel comfortable and loved.

❤--But this level of intense love and devotion has a dark side. If you are threatened or harmed by his enemies, there will be no holding him back. He will show no mercy and will not rest until he has made them pay. He is by far the most vicious in his family, and will go scorched earth on anyone who harms his loved ones. And he will do it with frighteningly calm precision, showing no remorse.

Finn whoops

☢--Finn and you can take a long nap together. Then you can hear him endlessly complain about his self-righteous bullshit, until you realize you made a huge mistake and you leave him.

{Part One -Klaus} ♡ {Part Two -Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel} ♡ {Part Four - Elijah}

Thanks for reading! I swear I tried to make it short....

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