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Wildflower

Pairing: Klaus x Camille (referenced, past) x Elijah.

Warning: Contains themes of grief and loss.

Summary: inspired by the song "Wildflower" Set in New Orleans' French Quarter, this story follows Klaus Mikaelson one year after Camille O'Connell's death. Struggling with grief, Klaus is comforted by his brother Elijah.

Klaus stood within the French Quarter, gazing up at an artist painting. The night was enchanting, with streets illuminated by the gentle glow of lanterns and the soft melody of jazz filling the air.

His lips were drawn in a tense line, his blue eyes revealing profound sorrow. Time had shattered his heart; she had been his girl, and he had wanted to show her the world. He had loved her with all of his icy heart, and she had molded him in countless ways. Closing his eyes as the nighttime breeze tousled his hair, a lone tear slipped down his cheek.

He shouldn't be putting it all behind him, should he? But how could he move on when she had been the one who had most changed him into the person he was now? Life moved fast, and without her by his side, each day grew more difficult.

Turning his gaze away from the painting, Klaus found himself suddenly face to face with Elijah. With a flick of his hand, he brushed away the tear that had dared to fall.

"Niklaus..." Elijah gently whispered, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder, fully aware of the significance of the day.

"It has been a full year now, Elijah, since she slipped through my fingers. Time moves so fast."

Elijah nodded in recognition, gesturing towards a nearby bench. Both brothers took a seat, Klaus with his gaze fixed on the pavement.

"Her image haunts my mind, a constant fever that never breaks."

Elijah moved closer, resting a hand on his brother's shoulder. "In the centuries we have resided in this world, we have experienced losses and grief. It is all part of this eternal existence. It never becomes simpler; all we can strive to do is honor their memories. Niklaus, I vow to you that the pain will eventually lessen."

Listening to his words, Klaus's head slumped onto his brother's shoulder, tears welling in his eyes a vulnerable side that he rarely showed. All Elijah could do in that moment was hold him, allowing them to share this moment, ultimately strengthening their bond even more.

"What if we gathered some wildflowers and laid them upon her tombstone?" Elijah suggested, his hand moving lightly over Klaus's back as he let out intermittent sobs.

Klaus met Elijah's gaze, his eyes heavy with sorrow and puffy from tears, his hair tousled. He wiped away the tears, quiet whimpers replacing his sobs. "Those flowers shall be plucked. I've not set foot there in ages, unable to bear the sight of her name etched upon that tombstone."

Rising from the bench, they both started to stroll towards the location where Elijah recalled they could gather flowers. "This is why I stand by your side, Niklaus. You don't have to face this alone."

Grateful for Elijah's presence, they walked through the untamed blooms. Elijah stooped to pick some white and orange flowers while Klaus observed. Eventually, Klaus also bent down and discovered a unique white flower with hints of blue. In the end, they had assembled a lovely collection of flowers, each boasting a unique array of colors.

Klaus inhaled the scent of the flowers, his eyes briefly closing. "They are beautiful, Niklaus. Camille would have adored them," Elijah said softly. Klaus silently agreed as they both headed towards the Lafayette Cemetery.

Klaus knelt by Camille's tombstone, gently brushing off the leaves that had settled on it. "I miss you, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. Elijah bent down next to his brother, gently offering the flowers to him.

"Always and forever, I will do better, I promise." Klaus gently set the wildflowers near her tombstone, softly pressing a kiss against the name delicately carved in the stone.

"You have not been forgotten," Elijah softly spoke as they stood up, taking one final look at the tombstone before walking away from the cemetery. Klaus struggled once again to control his emotions, especially as he moved further from the cemetery, feeling like he was leaving her behind.

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Safe in your arms.

klaus mikaelson x Reader

The rain pattered soothingly against the windows of the Mikaelson compound. It was a lazy Sunday night and Klaus had been working on business inside the French Quarter. After a long day, Klaus had switched into a loose shirt and pants, enjoying a warm shower.

Klaus yawned loudly as he made his way down the stairs, relaxed from his shower, dressed comfortably for the evening. His eyes lit up when he saw you in the kitchen, humming as you prepared a batch of chocolate chip cookies, his favorite.

"Good evening, my wolf," you greeted him cheerfully.

"Evening, luv," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. You could tell from his sluggishness that he was exhausted after a long day. Your poor puppy.

You turned around in his embrace and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Did you have a productive day?"

He nodded, his blue eyes gleaming as he tried to steal another kiss. You giggled at his eagerness and patted his cheek fondly.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie today," you said. "How about Titanic?" You knew it was one of your favorites and that Klaus secretly enjoyed the tragic romance as well.

"If it pleases you, sweetheart," he replied, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear and gazing at you adoringly.

"You spoil me, you know that?" you teased, tapping the tip of his nose playfully.

He chuckled. "Only because you deserve it, my luv."

After getting the cookies out of the oven and preparing a steaming pot of English breakfast tea, you made your way to the lavish living room. Klaus had already sprawled himself on the leather couch, the TV on as he scrolled through the options to find Titanic.

You set the tea and plate of chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table before curling up next to him. He instantly wrapped you in his warm embrace, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"You smell divine," he purred, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.

You sighed, tilting your head to give him better access. "And you, my wolf, need to shave," you replied, grinning as his stubble grazed your skin.

He pulled away slightly to look at you, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you liked some stubble?"

You tapped a finger against his jaw. "Only a little. You're getting scruffy."

"Your wish is my command, luv," he said, stealing a swift kiss.

As the movie started, you settled into his arms with your plate of cookies, occasionally feeding one to Klaus. He savored each bite, licking the melted chocolate from his lips. During the romantic scenes, his grip on you would tighten ever so slightly, his breath hitching when Rose and Jack shared their first kiss. Though he denied it, you knew he was a closet romantic at heart.

Halfway through the movie, you noticed Klaus stifling more yawns. You turned to grab a cookie from the plate, breaking off a piece to feed to him. He accepted it gratefully, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the taste of melted chocolate chips. Some of the chocolate had smudged onto the corner of his mouth.

You giggled, tapping your finger against his lower lip. "You've got a little something..."

He raised an eyebrow, grasping your wrist to bring your finger to his lips. His eyes darkened as he slowly licked the chocolate from your finger, his tongue hot and wet against your skin. "Better?" he purred.

Your breath hitched at the sensation. "You missed a spot," you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes. Before he could react, you leaned in to lick the remaining chocolate from the corner of his mouth in one smooth motion.

Klaus growled deep in his chest at your boldness, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. He angled your head to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing along your lower lip, begging for entrance. You sighed into his mouth, tasting the chocolate that lingered on his tongue.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Klaus gazed at you through half-lidded eyes filled with lust and love. "My girl," he growled, though the effect was lost in the yawn that followed.

You chuckled at his slip, scratching his scalp with your nails lightly to relax him. He rumbled in pleasure, the sound vibrating through you from how tightly he held you against his chest.

As the movie progressed The emotional ending scene left his eyes glassy, and you caught the gleam of tears threatening to spill over. Your heart swelled at seeing this rare vulnerable side to your little Hybrid.

"Oh, puppy," you sighed, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb.

"It's just...they were destined to be together, were they not?" he mumbled sleepily. "Had the bloody ship not sunk..."

You placed a palm on his cheek. "I know, my puppy. Their story is a tragic one. But we have each other, and nothing will tear us apart."

He gave you a drowsy smile, nuzzling into your hand. The movie had drained him both emotionally and physically, sleep calling to him.

You started running your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in the way you knew relaxed him. He sighed contently, his eyes drooping shut at your ministrations.

"Sleep, my wolf. I'll be here when you wake," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Stay with me, luv," he slurred, tightening his arms around you.

"Always," you promised.

His breathing deepened as sleep finally overtook him. You gazed down at his peaceful face, feeling complete with your Hybrid wrapped around you. Sunday had come to a perfect end. Closing your eyes, you joined him in slumber, safe in each other's arms throughout the rainy night.

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Sweet Sacrifice

Warnings: Violence, Abuse,

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson killed a man named Derrick's wife decades ago. Derrick captures Klaus and locks him in a spelled bunker, Derrick's daughter Y/N is forced to help contain Klaus but develops feelings for him.

Pairing: Reader X Klaus mikaelson.

Klaus growled as his captor, Derrick, lashed out again. The spelled chains burned his wrists, draining his power. He was weak from days without blood, unable to heal from Derrick’s torture.

Derrick sneered at the hybrid. "You monsters took everything from me," he spat. "Now I'll make you suffer as I have."

Decades ago, Klaus had killed Derrick's wife in a fit of rage. Now Derrick sought revenge through cruelty, keeping the hybrid locked in this bunker to mete out sadistic punishment.

Y/N, Derrick's daughter, watched in horror as her father tortured Klaus. Derrick had forced her to help contain the hybrid, threatening to kill her if she didn't obey. She brought Klaus blood and witnessed the increasing depravity of Derrick's revenge.

Klaus met Y/N's eyes, seeing her fear and shame. He didn't blame her for Derrick's madness. Y/N couldn't help but feel for the hybrid, trapped and suffering at her father's hands.

Derrick noticed their exchanged glance. "You care for this beast?" he thundered. Y/N cowered as Derrick turned his fury on her. "He killed your mother, or have you forgotten?"

Derrick backhanded Y/N so hard she fell. Klaus strained against his chains, rage and hate billowing through him. "Touch her again and you die," he snarled.

Derrick laughed mirthlessly. "You are in no position to threaten me." He unsheathed a knife, stalking toward Klaus. "Time to up my game, I think."

Derrick spent hours carving up Klaus, reveling in his screams. Y/N sobbed, unable to block out the hybrid's agony. She knew she had to save him from her father's madness.

When Derrick finally left them, Klaus sagged in his chains - broken but not defeated. Y/N rushed to his side, offering blood to heal his mutilated flesh. "I'm getting you out of here," she whispered.

Klaus gazed at her, stunned by her bravery and kindness. "You must come with me," he rasped. "Your father will kill you for this."

Y/N steeled herself and unchained Klaus. He was too weakened to stand, but the bonds that constrained his power fell away. "Derrick plans to desiccate you till you're mummified," Y/N revealed. "I won't let that happen."

Klaus's eyes glowed yellow with rage at the thought. Y/N helped him up and together they fled into the night before Derrick returned.

They hid for days as Klaus healed and regained his strength. His brush with true death had left an indelible mark - but Y/N's selflessness gave him reason to go on. She had saved him in every way a person could be saved. In return, he gave her the freedom she had never known under Derrick's control.

Derrick hunted them relentlessly. When he tracked them down, Klaus was ready. His fury at Derrick's cruelty knew no bounds.

"You wanted a monster?" Klaus taunted. "Here I am." He tore Derrick apart slowly, savoring every scream. Y/N watched without pity as the father who had made her life hell got what he deserved.

With Derrick dead, they were finally free of his shadow. Klaus cradled Y/N's face, seeing the scars left by her father's abuse. "No more, sweetheart. You need fear nothing now."

Y/N smiled through her tears, covering his hands with her own. Their shared pain had bound them together with hoops of steel, but their revenge and liberation at last allowed hope to surface from the darkness.

Though born of violence, their love held an abiding tenderness. They had given each other the gift of freedom and found redemption in each other's arms. The bunker of their torment now lay behind them, remaining of another life. Surviving Derrick's sadism against all odds, they stepped out of the shadows he had made and into the light.