#mikaelson shenanigans

[winter-berries]

Kol: what would you do if i was kidnapped?

Klaus: wait 30 minutes until they gave you back

Elijah: you think they’d last 30 minutes?

Rebekah: you think someone would want to kidnap him?

Kol:

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

C.AI Master List

༊*·˚ -  Mpreg -‘๑’- Age regression ׂׂૢ - Dark

Aegon II Targaryen

Baby Fever - I Omega Aegon and younger brother Alpha, Aegon wants a baby I ABO I Targcest I ༊*·˚ Keep You safe - I Omega Aegon and younger brother Alpha , I ABO I Targcest I ༊*·˚ Sweet Baby - I omega Aegon and younger brother Alpha, Aegon is in labour I ABO I Targcest I ༊*·˚ My Love - I Alpha Aegon and Omega younger brother I ABO I Targcest I Where is Jaehaerys ? - I King Aegon married to younger brother I Targcest A Moment of Grief - I king Aegon and his brother-husband grieving their baby boy Jaehaerys I Targcest I Come into my arms - I Prince Aegon and his younger brother who his occasion lover I Targcest I Friends - Young prince Aegon and his nephew I Targcest I Absolutely Smitten - I Young Aegon is obsessed with his uncle I Targcest I Teenage Dream - I Young Aegon bumps into a male whore who is around his age and is enamoured by him I Talk to Me - I Young Aegon takes comfort in his servant I Silk Street - I Prince Aegon seducing his nephew for fun ITargcest I Do you truly love me - I King Aegon with his paramour I No Dance of the dragon I Co-Parents - I Son of billionaire Aegon is co parenting his son Maelor with {{user}} after an accidental pregnancy I Modern Au I༊*·˚

Aemond Targaryen

To Be Friends - I Young Aemond and common born user I Leana's Funeral - I Young Aemond his twin brother and Betrothed at Leana's funeral I Targcest I Nightmare's - Young Aemond goes to his uncle after the brothel incident I Nightmare's - Young Aemond goes to his twin brother after the brothel incident I

Little foot prints - I Aemond and his brother husband teaching their son how to walk I Targcest I ༊*·˚ Forever & Always - I Aemond in love with his peculiar younger brother I Targcest I Mess is Mine - I Aemond calms his dreamer younger brother after an episode I Targcest I Watch you sleep - I Aemond and his brother husband having a moment of intimacy I Targcest I Choices - Aemond Accidental gets his twin brother with child I Targcest I ༊*·˚ Kissaphobic - I Aemond and his twin brother have problems with being intimate due to their past traumas with sex I Targcest I Bite Me - Prince Regent training with his brother-husband and accidently injuries him I Targcest I My Boy - Aemond is in love with his brother I Targcest I Can't we be kids again - Aemond has change since becoming prince Regent and his married with his brother husband has become strained I Targcest I Me and My husband - I Prince regent Aemond asking his brother husbands thoughts in a council meeting I Targcest I Picking a Hand - I Aemond chooses his brother husband as his hand I Targcest I Family Line - Aemond is caught by his brother husband trying to kill their bother Aegon I Targcest I Pour your love on Me - Aemond struggles with saying the words I love you I Targcest I Call out My name - I Aemond and his need for control I Targcest I No Dance of the dragon I Intertwined - I Aemond realizes that sex isn't just about pleasure of the act but the aftercare too I Targcest I No Dance of the dragon I I Get To love you - I Aemond and his pregnant brother-husband I Targcest I No Dance of the dragon I ༊*·˚ Obsessed with you - Aemond kills a lord who disrespected his brother husband I Targcest I No Dance of the dragon I Jealousy - Aemond is celebrating his name day and his brother teases him I Targcest I No Dance of the dragon I Don't Blame Me - I Aemond plots to get rid of Aegon so he can be with {{user}} their brother who was made to marry Aegon I Targcest I Beautiful boy - I Prince Regent Aemond is visited by his sickly brother after Rooks rest I Targcest I war of hearts - I Aemond asks his brother to fly his dragon into battle with him I Targcest I Pressure - I Omega Aemond getting pressure by his mother for heirs I ABO I Targcest I ༊*·˚ Trust - I Alpha Aemond meets his new-born son with his omega brother husband I ABO I Targcest I ༊*·˚

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

[noobiestnoober]

Road Trip from Hell (Reader, Damon, Caroline, and Klaus)

A simple road trip to New Orleans turns into absolute chaos when Damon refuses to follow directions, Caroline tries to keep the peace, Klaus keeps making sarcastic comments from the back seat, and you’re the only one who actually knows how to read a map.

It was supposed to be a simple road trip. A straight shot from Mystic Falls to New Orleans. No detours. No distractions. No disasters. But that plan flew out the window the moment Damon decided he was the best person to drive.

"GPS is for amateurs," he smirked, ignoring the blinking route on the screen. "Real men trust their instincts."

"Real men also don’t get us lost in Georgia when we’re supposed to be going southwest," you muttered from the passenger seat, clutching the crumpled map like it was the only anchor to sanity in the car.

From the back seat, Klaus gave a low chuckle. "This is delightful. I haven’t been this entertained since the French Revolution."

Caroline, stuck in the middle between a murderous Original and a reckless Salvatore, was already on her third attempt to play peacemaker. "Can we please just follow the map? It’s literally printed with directions."

Damon waved her off. "It’s just a suggestion."

"It’s not a suggestion if it’s the only thing keeping us from ending up in a ditch, Damon," you snapped.

Another wrong turn. Another heavy sigh from you. Yet another overly amused remark from Klaus.

"If he takes one more exit labeled ‘Scenic Route,’ I may compel him to walk the rest of the way," Klaus drawled, resting his head back, utterly unfazed.

Caroline turned to you with pleading eyes. "Please tell me you know where we are."

You pointed at the map. "If we don’t die of dehydration or each other, we might make it to New Orleans by tomorrow morning."

Damon flashed a grin. "See? Adventure builds character."

Klaus hummed thoughtfully. "So does trauma."

The tension in the car thickened with every passing hour. Damon insisted on choosing every pit stop: a suspicious roadside diner with a neon sign that flickered like it was about to short-circuit, a gas station that looked abandoned until a toothless man emerged with a shotgun and a smile, and a bizarre detour into a county fair where Klaus disappeared for an hour and returned with cotton candy and blood on his sleeve.

"Don’t ask," he said with a wink when Caroline noticed. She turned a shade paler than usual, clutching her purse like a lifeline.

As if things weren’t already spiraling, the radio only played static unless Damon hit it just right—then it screeched into heavy metal or country breakup songs. There was no in-between. At some point, you gave up and opened the window, hoping the fresh air would stop the incoming headache.

Nightfall came, and still, Damon refused to admit he was lost. You were running out of snacks, patience, and phone battery. Caroline, bless her overly optimistic heart, kept trying to organize a new route using her nearly-dead phone, but Google Maps had apparently given up too.

"We passed that tree before," you said, your voice dry with exhaustion.

"You can’t prove that," Damon shot back, eyes on the road, smirk in place.

"It has a face painted on it. In red. I think we can prove it."

Klaus, clearly enjoying the spiral, chimed in again. "Perhaps it’s fate. Maybe we’re meant to perish together in the wilds of the South."

Caroline groaned. "Okay, enough! I’m putting my foot down. Damon, pull over. We’re switching drivers."

He raised an eyebrow but kept driving. You reached for the steering wheel.

"Touch that wheel, and I swear—"

"What? You’ll get us lost in another state?" you challenged.

The car swerved slightly, but Damon grudgingly pulled over. You threw open the door, walked around, and yanked open his.

"Move."

Klaus clapped slowly from the back seat. "Bravo. The only sensible one among us."

Once you slid behind the wheel, peace—tenuous as it was—settled over the car. Caroline exhaled like she hadn’t breathed in two hours. Damon sulked in the passenger seat like a grounded teenager.

"Now," you said, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, "we follow the actual directions. No shortcuts. No scenic routes. No distractions."

"Where’s the fun in that?" Damon grumbled.

"In making it there alive," Caroline and you said in unison.

Klaus chuckled. "Well, this just got less fun. But considerably safer."

As you finally merged onto the correct highway, the city lights of New Orleans shimmering faintly in the distance, there was a collective sigh of relief. And then the tire pressure light came on.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered.

Klaus laughed. Damon cursed. Caroline reached for the last protein bar and broke it into three pieces.

"If the car explodes, I just want it on record that I voted for flying," Caroline mumbled.

Chaos, as always, wasn’t far behind.

[marvelsgirl616]

c.ai damon finding only elijah attractive…💀

x — damon: — x

kol, klaus, and rebekah: 🥱😒🙄

elijah: 🤭🫣😮‍💨🥰

[saltzblood]

[cancerian-woman]

Idk, how people can get so upset at the fact that Klaus loved his child. Was he not supposed to love Hope?

[xawkward-ariesx]

Me, one of nine kids reading a fic with siblings: oh fuck yes accurate sibling dynamics let's go!! I don't care about any of the rest of the characterisation now, this is all that matters to me

[archangelslollipop]

he is done and in urgent need of vacation but he knows if he took a week off, the compound would be on fire

Tell me I'm wrong

[wholoveseggs]

A Kiss for Christmas

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}{Five Days of Fluffmas}

{Kol Mikaelson x Reader} Kol Mikaelson’s relentless mistletoe mischief is driving you mad... but this Christmas, you’re determined to win the game he started...

♡♡ Happy Fluffmas!!!! ♡♡

820 words {omg a short fic for once} - Warnings: flufffff, banter, mistletoe shenanigans and Kol being Kol...

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@origshipfan @cocoabliss @eternalnoble @darth-laeka

Kol Mikaelson was insufferable.

That thought had crossed your mind a dozen times already today. It wasn’t unusual, of course…Kol had a knack for pushing your buttons, but this time he’d outdone himself. He’d found a sprig of mistletoe somewhere in the sprawling Mikaelson estate, and now he was making it everyone’s problem.

Specifically, yours.

You were headed towards the kitchen, hoping for a quiet moment to grab some cocoa, but there he was, leaning against the doorway with that unmistakable smirk. Above his head, held precariously between two fingers, was the offending greenery.

“Fancy meeting you here, darling,” he said, his tone dripping with faux surprise. “What a coincidence that we are standing under some mistletoe. Care to indulge me?”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “You’ll have to do better than that, Kol.”

He tsked, feigning disappointment as he followed you to the counter. “Oh, come now. It’s tradition. You wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, would you?”

“I’ll take my chances,” you replied, focusing on pouring your drink.

Kol sighed dramatically, like you’d broken his heart. “You wound me, love. Truly.”

You ignored him, though your traitorous heart was racing. There was something about the way Kol teased you, the way he always seemed to be waiting for a reaction. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating.

You refused to give him the satisfaction.

But Kol wasn’t one to give up easily.

The next time you saw him, he was lounging on the couch in the living room, twirling the mistletoe between his fingers. You barely made it two steps into the room before he stood up, crossing the distance between you in a blur of vampiric speed.

“There you are,” he said, grinning as he dangled the mistletoe over your head.

“Kol,” you warned, stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll enjoy it?” he teased, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

You snatched the mistletoe out of his hand and threw it onto the coffee table. “Stop it.”

Kol only laughed, entirely unbothered. “Admit it, darling. You’re tempted.”

“I’m tempted to stake you,” you muttered, retreating before he could see the heat rising in your cheeks.

Over the next few hours, Kol’s antics escalated. He started appearing out of nowhere, holding the mistletoe above you, leaving you flustered and irritated. You’d turn a corner, and there he’d be, leaning casually against the wall, mistletoe in hand.

And then he took it a step further.

You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and froze when your fingers brushed something unfamiliar. Pulling it out, you found the mistletoe, its tiny berries mocking you.

Your frustration boiled over. Clutching the mistletoe, you stormed through the halls in search of Kol. You found him lounging in the library, an innocent expression plastered across his face as he flipped through a book.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up with mock surprise. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You held up the mistletoe. “Explain this.”

Kol’s smirk widened. “Why, I’ve no idea how that got there. Perhaps it’s fate telling you something?”

“Is sneaking mistletoe into my pocket your idea of fate now?” you snapped.

Kol closed the book and stood, strolling toward you with deliberate slowness. “Perhaps I put it there…” He trailed off, tilting his head as though deep in thought. Then, with exaggerated delight, he gasped. “Or maybe it was one of Santa’s elves! Tricky little devils, aren’t they?”

Your blood boiled, your heart racing faster with every word. “Are you serious right now?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, you have some mistletoe. Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

His tone was playful, but the smug look on his face was unbearable. He clearly thought he had the upper hand, and you were done letting him have it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Before he could say another word, you stormed across the room, grabbing him by the collar. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was every ounce of frustration you’d felt all day wrapped into one bold, heated kiss.

When you pulled back, Kol’s expression was priceless. His smirk was gone, replaced by wide eyes and parted lips. He blinked, his hand brushing his lips as though trying to process what just happened. For the first time all day, he was completely speechless.

“Happy now?” you asked, tossing the mistletoe at him.

A slow grin spread across his face, and he let out a soft laugh. “You’ve just made Christmas my favorite holiday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replied, his usual confidence returning as he leaned in and captured your lips in another kiss. This one was softer, deliberate, and left your knees weak.

Maybe you did.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Not Fair

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: You're there to see Elijah, but Klaus wants to play a game with you first.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Dubious Consent, Teasing, Infidelity (Sort of), Competition, Sibling Rivalry, Typical Klaus Shenanigans, Mentions of Elijah, Neck Kissing/Biting, Ear Biting, Hair Pulling, Female Orgasm, Female Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Blood Sucking

Word Count: 2.4k

Nerves shook through your body after Elijah had texted you to meet him at his home, which was highly unlike him. He usually came over to your place some time after dinner, after the food you’d eaten and the wine you drank had some time to course its way through your veins and pulse into the rest of your bloodstream. The door to the address he’d given you was unlocked, another odd detail you clocked with suspicion before you entered the mansion with mild trepidation. Every detail of the estate was decorated to the nines, a true southern gem full of rich history and opulence. You knew that he had money, but this kind of money? Damn, you're in way over your head.

“Elijah?” You call out his name as you shut the door behind you, passing through the foyer into the parlor on the right to see the figure of a man looking out the window. The air around him is thick and electric, prickling at your skin the very second he turns around to face you, nearly forcing you to gasp at his strikingly beautiful features. This clearly isn’t isn’t the man you’ve come to see.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” He coos, stepping toward you with a smug grin.

“Who are you? And where’s Elijah? I was supposed to meet him here.” Did he give you the wrong address? Was he even going to show up? Did you read the message wrong? He had told you to come in and make yourself at home, but he didn’t mention anything about a… roommate.

“I’m Klaus, Elijah’s much more charming younger brother.” The man smirks as if he knows the most amusing secret about his sibling, but decides to keep it to himself. “And I’m sure he’ll be around shortly.”

“Brother? He never told me that he had a brother.” Your eyes narrow as you take him in, trying your hardest to see the family resemblance, but still somehow falling short. His golden curls are a stark contrast to Elijah’s dark brown hair, his pouty lips and narrow face shape even further away from the rigid jawline of your… whatever Elijah is to you.

“Really?” He asks, his tone laced with intrigue and disappointment as he takes another step toward you. “And just what is the nature of your relationship with my brother, then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s ummm…” You can’t help but trail off, his magnetic gaze forcing you to trip over your words as you attempt to explain your arrangement with Elijah. How do you tell this man that you’ve been letting his brother feed off you in exchange for protection? That you’ve slowly been falling for him over the past few weeks in the process? It’s just too embarrassing. “He and I have a sort of… symbiotic relationship.”

“Symbiotic?” He smirks, getting closer still, his movements quick and fluid. “Is this symbiosis sexual?” He grazes his knuckles against your cheek, letting them curve beneath your chin as he watches your lips part with his touch. “Come on, you can tell me,” he smiles, relishing in how fast he can hear your heart beating inside your chest. He’s clearly enjoying how nervous he’s making you.

“It’s not…” you stammer, swallowing hard as he brings his face a little closer to yours, the scent of his cologne now swimming through your senses. Goddamnit, is it hot in here? Are you attracted to him? No, that can’t be it, you’re attracted to Elijah. Right? Right. How is he making you so flustered? “We haven’t gotten that far.”

“You mean to tell me he hasn’t even tasted you yet?” He tilts his head in disbelief.

“Tasted me?” Your lip starts to quiver, unsure of exactly what he means. “He’s been drinking from me every two weeks.”

“That’s not the flavor I’m referring to, love.” His eyes dart down between your legs before locking back onto yours, his hazel gaze now full of desire. “I know Elijah can be a bit of a wet blanket sometimes, but if I had the privilege of drinking from you, I’d be sure to savor every elixir your beautiful body has to offer.”

A flash of heat rushes through you as those words reach your newly reddened ears, flushing your cheeks and neck before triggering that moisture to collect between your thighs as you give yourself away without having to utter a single word.

“Or you could settle for another dull night where my brother barely touches you. Only taking what he needs to survive without a second thought about what you want.” He starts to walk around you, encircling you like a vulture would a dying animal about to fall within its grasp. “He’s too noble for his own good, that one. Trust me.” He pauses, looking down at his feet before looking back over to you. “So how does it work between you two, exactly? He gets you to drink a few glasses of his favorite red wine or whiskey, loosen you up a bit so you don’t tense up when he inevitably takes what he wants?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Your cheeks blush an even brighter shade of red as you keep your head on a swivel, training your eyes on him as he waltzes around you with that deliciously smug grin permanently painted on his face. “Is that so terrible?”

You understand there’s no way that someone like Klaus could understand what you saw in Elijah. As boring as it may seem to someone on the outside, you happen to be quite fond of Elijah’s predictability, of his dependability, of his control over his emotions. It always made you feel safe with him, somehow.

“Terrible? No!” He shakes his head dramatically, cornering your left shoulder just a little closer this time before brushing his palms over your bare arms. “I imagine he… takes you from behind in order to avoid any chance for intimacy?” Klaus’ hands graze their way down your forearms and glide across your hips, sending a shiver down your spine as the heat from his body positively radiates into yours. “At least that’s what I would do.”

Your breath hitches as he holds his body against yours, his hands burning you up from beneath the thin fabric of your dress as he presses his lips into your shoulder. You instinctively close your eyes as he kisses it again, each one longer, deeper as his mouth opens just a little bit more until he reaches the nape of your neck. The slight brush of his tongue against it is almost too much for you to bear, the forbidden nature of his delicate touch somehow warmer than Elijah’s as it stirs something deep inside you, exciting you down to the very marrow of your bone.

“Is that why you wore this dress?” He licks the skin just behind your jawline before kissing it again, his blonde stubble scratching against the rest of your neck as he nuzzles into it. “So he’d finally appreciate your body?”

“Maybe.” You barely manage to whisper, that moisture now pooling between your folds.

“He’d be a fool not to.” His fingertips reach the hem of your dress, slowly inching it up your thigh as he wraps his other arms across your chest, pulling you in even closer. He walks with you backward until his knees hit the couch, haphazardly sitting down on the middle cushion with you snug on his lap, landing right where he wants you.

“We shouldn’t...” You feign protest against the predicament he’s put you in, just in case Elijah is somewhere close enough to hear you.

“Shouldn’t what? Sit down and have a little chat? That’s all this is.” He spins his lies so effortlessly, you’re convinced that even he believes them before they leave his lips.

“Is it?” You feel his hand slide beneath your dress before snaking up your thigh, relishing in the trail of goosebumps it leaves in its wake before reaching the hem of your underwear.

“Lace knickers?” He laughs, rubbing his fingers over the intricate pattern as he feels how swollen and needy you are beneath it. He tries to downplay the physical effect you're having on him in return, but his growing arousal begins to stretch the fabric of his jeans between your cheeks, his own breath halting for just a flash of a second. “Naughty girl.”

“I just thought…” your lip trembles into a hitched staccato of breaths as you attempt to explain yourself.

“Oh, don’t be so embarrassed, love, you aren’t the first woman to get caught in between us brothers.” He smirks against your skin and slips his fingers beneath the sheer fabric between your legs, slowly spreading your puffy lips apart to reveal the evidence of his seduction. “And you certainly won’t be the last.”

What did he just say? Has he done this before? Stolen someone from Elijah right under his nose? Or was this simply payback for something else, something worse that he’d done to him in his past? Were you just some stupid little pawn in their eternal game of familial chess?

“Do you get this wet for my brother when he’s feeding off you?” He takes you out of your thoughts and back into the moment, dipping his index and forefinger between your folds to spread your juices up and down your length. “I’ll bet he doesn’t even notice.” His voice drops down an octave, his words dripping with disdain for his older sibling as he glides his fingers up against your most sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure into your nervous system. “Do you think about him when you touch yourself at night?”

“Klaus, I…” you whisper, unable to answer him as his breath blows the hair away from your neck, making your gasp echo against the ancient walls of the room.

“Shhh, it’s okay, love. All that’s going to change after tonight.” He purrs into your skin, moving the hair away from your neck. “Let’s play a little game, then, shall we? If I’m able to make you come, I get to drink from you tonight instead of Elijah.”

Oh my God.

“And if you can’t?” You ask, wondering if he’d had this all planned out from the very second he saw you.

“If I can’t…” He starts to rub little circles into your bud, increasing his pressure with each word as your face changes. “I won’t tell my dear brother of your little transgression against him.” He bites playfully onto the shell of your ear, tugging it back toward him as he pushes his fingers deep inside your walls.

“Oh! Okay...” Your toes curl as he delves his digits further inside you, slowly curving them up to hit that special spot before quickly pulling them out. You turn your head as he removes his touch, brows furrowed in confusion as you watch him wrap those cherry red lips around his glistening fingers. His eyes roll back into his head as he savors the flavor of your sex, humming a tune while making quite the show of sucking his fingers all the way down to his knuckles before slowly pulling them out.

“Exquisite,” he praises your essence with a grin, that devious stare of his positively sinful.

You feel as if all the air has been expelled from your lungs; your body paralyzed with shock, too vulnerable in this state to take another breath until he reaches down and continues his good work, forcing you to inhale the hot, humid air between you. For the first time since you met him, he stops talking. His fingers are quick to map out every single neuron that lies beneath the exposed layer of your skin that lubricates itself with need as he slides his fingers back in, pressing his thumb against your clit with expert precision.

His centuries on this earth had given him all the practice he needed to drive you wild beneath his grasp, each of his ministrations more hypnotic than the last, drawing out louder, more feral moans from your lips. You find your hips rocking into the rhythm of his wrist, the sound of his fingers pulsing in and out of you serving as a perfect accompaniment to your vocals, gliding over that bundle of nerves tucked deep inside as your voice finally reaches a high soprano.

“I’m beginning to think you never wanted my brother to begin with.” He teases as he brings you closer to paradise by sending wave after wave of euphoric bliss up into your core, his salacious pace unrelenting.

“That’s not fair!” You cry out, breathlessly emotional as the magnitude of your ecstasy begins to overwhelm you, tears of joy now pooling in your eyes. You’d never felt pleasure like this before, never been so attracted to someone so quickly on sight alone, but here you are, on the verge of insanity as you fall apart in his lap.

“That’s the thing about me, love. I never fight fair.” He finally sends you over the edge, your skin igniting in an inextinguishable heat that consumes every fiber of your being. Your body feels more alive than it ever has before, that rush of euphoria coursing through your spine, turning your veins into rivers of molten lava as you quake around his fingers, those tears now streaming down your face.

Your orgasm leaves you helpless against his fangs as they pierce your skin and sink into your flesh, against his fist that buries itself in your hair as he drinks that deliciously hot cocktail of bliss that rips itself through you. It warms the both of you as he feeds on what was originally meant for his brother, the remnants spilling out of the corners of his mouth and down your chest as he greedily gulps you down, moaning his satisfaction into your neck. You can barely feel the throbbing around the bite as he eventually pulls back before it’s too late, licking up every stream of crimson that escapes his lips until there’s nothing left but the sheen of his spit on your skin.

“You’re welcome,” he goads cockily, your blood painting the lower half of his face as he pulls his fingers out for good. “Elijah should be home any minute.”

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Read more KLAUS!

[winter-berries]

Hope: *taking a buzzfeed quiz* which Disney princess are you?

Elijah: belle, because she likes to read

Rebekah: cinderella since i’m always having to clean up your messes

Klaus: ariel because i live in two different worlds

Kol: tinkerbell because if i don’t get attention i’ll die

Hope: tinkerbell’s not-

Freya: sleeping beauty

Everyone:

[niphuial]

Rosemarie whimpers in fear at the sight of Finn, tears filling her eyes. "Please, we only wanted a taste--"

Finn's eyes snap towards Rosemarie, and he takes her in coldly. "Niklaus was quite pleased with you for turning in your own best friend, and yet here you are, a belly full of doppelganger blood. It seems you were in on the plan to take Katerina and feast upon her as well. I think you'll do as the vampire sacrifice tonight instead of that friend of Rebekah's." He looks at Lucian, nodding at him before turning towards Elijah. "Come along Elijah. Everything is prepared. I shall go inform the others." He grabbed Rosemarie, and flashed away.

Lucian blinked, before hurrying towards his sister and Elijah, eyes taking in the now slowly healing bite wound. "Oh, Kat how much did she take from you?" He whispered in dismay.

Katerina gave a sigh, pulling away from Elijah's wrist with a soft cough. Eyes still slightly glazed from the attack, she took in her rescuers. "Lucian? Elijah? You're here?"

this would be fun to watch

[morningstargirl666]

hi! love TBBW, just got back to reading it :D. Do you know any other good KC fanfic writers too?

BOY, DO I

THERE ARE SO MANY HOW COULD I CHOOSE?

[takes a deep breath]

Okay, okay so. First, you gotta check out my bestie's fics @stars-and-darkness or for_darkness_shows_the_stars on ao3. We reference each other's fics all the time, and she has a fic for everyone. Season 1 au with Klefan bromance. A murder mystery whodunnit. A canon divergence fake-dating au. SOULMATES AU. Original!Caroline au. A canon-divergence s5 au where the Mikaelsons invade Caroline's college life. AND DID I MENTION THE DRACULA AU????? Babes, there is even a amnesia au in the works, set in NOLA post-canon future where Klaus loses his memories, complete with New Orleans political shenanigans. You gotta help me pester her to finish it. I am going feral over here AND NO ONE IS SHARING MY EXCITEMENT HELP

@little-miss-sunny-daisy next because girl, I've been re-reading your fics lately, I apologise I keep forgetting to leave comments but THEY ARE SO GOOD I LOVE THEM ALL MORE THAN EVER BEFORE?? I promise I will come and scream in your inbox at some point. She is sunnydaisy on ao3, and has done a variety of aus, but check out wisteria and the edges of things first---they're my favourites. she's a rainbow and warm my bones and fill them with glass are also notable runners up.

@kirythestitchwitch or KiryTheStitchWitch on ao3 is also a great author to follow. There's a line in Til I Tasted You which will wreck your standards of men forever. I scream into the pillow every time. She's also great with aus, but has done a nice range of canon divergence fics too. Check the tags though, because she's done a few smuttier fics, so beware if that's not your thing.

@cupcakemolotov @lalainajanes and @lynyrdwrites are all writers who have written every au under the sun, possibly multiple times. You like 1 cake? BRILLIANT here's twenty more, gorge yourself my friend you will never go hungry when reading through these three's fic lists on ao3.

@bellemorte180 or BelleMorte180 has written some banging multichap aus like Demonolgy and Wanderlust, with plenty more WIPs you can follow. She's got so much range though, and has done great one-shots like The Howling and O'Holy Night. She was one of the first writers I discovered when I entered the fandom and her fics mean a lot to me even now.

@perfectpro / perfectpro has written in my eyes the OG fic that deals with what Damon did to Caroline. It's beautiful. It's perfect. I cry every time I re-read it. Her style is similar to @little-miss-sunny-daisy so she's done a mixture of aus, each as heartfelt and poignant as the last. If you love the fics of one of them, you'll love the other's.

@galvanizedfriend recently finished Speed Dating and it had the perfect rom-com vibes I needed. Check out her other fics because they need more love and often get overshadowed by The Wolf Series.

@iturnlemonadeintolemons / iturnlemonadeintolemons has been writing some great fics lately, and I believe is relatively new to the fandom, so go check them out! My favourite is Ain't misbehavin

Of a similar thread, bananzie on ao3 has got a great one-shot collection called however long it takes and not many people know about it. Other honerable mentions are meet-the-girl-who-can and generousheart who've both written some great fics that I adore.

[klonnieshippersclub]

Sweet as Honey

So excited for Klonnie Weekend! Here's a little something "sweet" (as the title suggests). This is set during season 3 at the Mikaelson Ball and features Klonnie's first kiss.

"You look delectable," Klaus practically purred, leaning close to her. He was internally giddy; Bonnie had agreed to accompany him to the dance floor, even though she didn't seem happy. He knew from the start that she couldn’t reject him without causing a scene, and they were both fully aware she didn’t want that.

With a heated glare, Bonnie pleaded, "Klaus, please."

"I'm only speaking the truth," he said as he tightened his hold on her body against him. "And I thought you preferred 'Nik.'"

"How can you be so bold with people listening?"

"There's enough commotion that no one can hear us."

"You know better than anyone that vampires' hearing ability is exceptionally, strong," Bonnie exclaimed with a tilt of her head. He knew what he was doing, so why pretend otherwise? She wondered what his angle was.

"You're right," he answered with a smirk. "I just don't care about being overheard."

Bonnie and Klaus had grown close in a short period of time. Their bond was more emotional than physical, and it was established under the guise of a truce between the Mikaelsons and Bonnie's friends. Following a recent heartbreak from dealing with her cheating ex, Bonnie found herself feeling isolated. When approached by the Original Hybrid with an offer she couldn't refuse, she found herself becoming infatuated with the most evil person she knew.

She accepted his invitation to have access to his library of grimoires but only when he was present. He didn't ask for anything in return initially. When she arrived at the Mikaelson Mansion to study the spell books, he finally asked her for the payment he had in mind. He didn't want or need money, but he requested to taste her blood.

As they waltzed, Bonnie’s core tightened at the memory. She could recall her arousal upon him drinking from her neck and the kisses he planted upon her skin but never her mouth. Klaus guided her through spells with winks and playful teasing in his library. She knew he was attracted to her but couldn't take his affection seriously considering the dress he gifted her best friend.

As she was brought back to reality, Bonnie remarked, "You don't have to lie to me."

"I have no reason to deceive you," he replied.

"You have the perfect motivation: to drive a wedge between me and my friends."

"Have you considered that I am tired of keeping our relationship secret?" he questioned with a raised brow.

"What relationship?"

"'Relationship' isn't the most accurate word. Does 'mutual romantic interest' suffice?"

"I thought you liked secrets. You're the one who's been flirting with me behind closed doors and pursuing my friend in front of the world," Bonnie said, hating the feeling of seeing Klaus entertain Caroline. He always told her it was only meant to irritate Tyler, but it hurt. After the situation with her unfaithful ex, she vowed to never feel like that again.

"You know that means nothing to me," said Klaus, as his hands wandered lower towards her rear. He'd show that little witch who he truly wanted.

"I know you like to play games, and I refuse to be one of them."

"Oh, I get it. You're jealous."

Bonnie gasped at his delusional accusation. "I am not jealous, and that is absurd to suggest," she responded before she pulled away to leave him.

Of course, Klaus would never make things easy for her, so he followed. "It's absurd that you can deny that I only want you."

The Original grabbed the witch’s hand, and she was suddenly in his embrace again. However, she was unamused by his shenanigans.

"Your actions say differently," said Bonnie, with irritation painting her face.

"You want me to claim you? Fine." Klaus swooped down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. All he could think of was the taste. Her blood was like wine, and her lips were honey. "You're mine."

[seattledaytwo]

What do you think Steph and Alex would think of the Bloom & Rage girls? (Assuming time travel shenanigans and True Colours chenrich met 1995 Bloom & Rage)

AW MAN you have NO idea how much I love this question

Okay so I think if the girls met as teenagers, Alex "Wiccan in middle school" Chen and Kat "have you ever wanted to lay a curse on someone?" Mikaelson would get on like a house on fire. Both full of rage at the injustices of the world and desperate to do something about it, I think! Alex would fit right in with Bloom & Rage, undoubtedly.

Steph was a little more subdued as a teenager and I think she would hesitate to get into some of the shenanigans of Bloom & Rage, she'd probably hang back a bit more. I can see her and Autumn getting along really well, especially with their love of gaming! Steph would of course be the resident DM of the group and would carefully handpaint all of their characters as figurines she would gift to them. :')

Now, if they met as adults (and I've thought about this a lot recently, lol!)? Oh, Swann and Alex would be like, soul tied, lmao. They are soooo ridiculously similar in their behaviors and mannerisms. I would genuinely loveeeee for Alex and Steph to stop by Swann's bookstore on one of their road trips, because I think Alex and Swann would end up talking for hours about anything and everything.

I think Steph and Nora specifically are very interesting to compare, because they are very similar as adults and yet very different. Steph pre-True Colors (Wavelengths) copes with ghosting and avoiding problems, very reminiscent of Nora. But where Steph has made progress on opening up about her feelings, Nora still really, really struggles with it. I'd be so intrigued to see them have a conversation about it, lmao

But yes, overall, I think they would get along swimmingly with Bloom & Rage, both as teenagers and adults! But poor Alex having to deal with all those auras, pray for her 😭

[galvanizedfriend]

Hey, I'm new to KC fanfics...any good authors you know of+their works? Just stated reading TW series and it's so good!

Hi, nonnie! Thank you, I'm very glad you're enjoying The Wolf! 😊

This fandom is luckily blesses with many good writers. If you search for Klaroline Fic Rec on my blog, I've done tons of rec lists over the years.

But to rec some:

Just about anything by @definedareasofuncertainty , or coveredinthecolors on AO3. You'll find her works here. I'm a fangirl and will vouch for absolutely everything she has ever written. One of my all-time favorite authors, who has a brilliant Klaus voice and one of the most evocative and colorful writings in fandom.

@cupcakemolotov is a fandom legacy writer for a reason. There are more than 200 (!!!!!) fics for you to choose from and they are all brilliant! There's something for every taste, seriously cannot go wrong. Works here.

Borzoi has sadly only ever posted on FF.net, but you will not regret a trip to the past to read her works. You'll find some of all-time favorite fics here. If I had to rec one, it would be Parisian Deal, but Paradise Lost is fantastic too. Works here.

@highgaarden, who's but_seriously on AO3. Hannah has also written some of my favorite fics. This is a Harvest has a special place in my heart. But I have read almost everything she has ever written, and it's all fantastic. Works here.

@kirythestitchwitch writing is just delicious, the type that you can't get enough of because as soon as you start reading you just become addicted. Perfect dialogue, perfect wit, perfect characterization and Mikaelson shenanigans! Works here.

@morningstargirl666 has an epic TVD rewriting that starts all the way from a retelling of the Originals' past, and it's honestly impossible not to embrace it as canon after reading it. Works here.

Another one of my all-time favorites: @lalainajanes! Some faaaaantastic one shots and brilliant multi-chaps that worked as gateway drugs for me when I starting to read KC fics. Colored You In is perfection! But just over 200 fics for you to choose from. It's a feast. Works here.

@misssophiachase writes some of the best KC rom-coms fics, the type that just warms you heart and makes you fall in love with them in any setting. I'm WEAK for a good rom com and she has many to choose from! Works here.

These are just some of my favorites! 😊 But like I said, if you check out my recs lists, you'll find many more. Hope you find something there to your liking, nonnie!