Authorās Note: So this got a little out of hand, and I wasnāt expecting to write this. But I was stuck in a cabin with little to no wifi and my mother decided that she wanted to rewatch the Originals soā¦here we are. I do love me a horribly wicked character with a tragic backstory; Klaus has always been my favorite.Ā
Warnings: Mentions of murder, emotional and mental abuse, cussing, some heavy making out but nothing excessive
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New Orleans was a magical city, no matter who you asked. Whether it was the tourists who got off on ghost tours and psychic readings or locals with their affinity to tell those ghost stories and give those tours āit was hard to deny the whispers that echoed through the streets. New Orleans radiated supernatural energy; little did most know it was because it was genuinely packed with supernatural beings.Ā
Witches once ruled the Quarter, protecting one another and living as a community. Vampires came and went, stayed if they found themselves inclined. Werewolves once lived in the city but were driven out by both the witches and vampires. And now the Quarter was in a fierce game of tug of war between those who practiced magic and those who fed on human blood.
Marcel Gerard held the witches hostage in their own home, banning the use of magic unless given explicit permission āor if they were part of his helpers. He ruled the Quarter with an iron fist and made sure to prove that occasionally by executing a witch here or there. Just because he could. The witches of the Quarter loathed him but he had too much power to fight back. Especially with the Harvest ritual incomplete; Marcel knew when magic was practiced with Davina.Ā
Y/N was one that wouldnāt go unscathed, though she wouldnāt be one heād kill. No, no; she didnāt let anyone tell her what she could or could not do with her magic. But she was also not bound to Marcelās ridiculous laws for the city āafter all, she wasnāt part of the New Orleans coven. She wasnāt part of any coven; not anymore.Ā
note: this will be part of a series/universe. you're welcome to request more barbarian bakugou that will likely become part of this story ! Part 2 is on the way but it will be much darker than this part !
synopsis. your mother had always taught you to uphold your manners. And so you did, even towards the barbaric prince who kidnapped you.
WARNING(S): Obsessive tendencies, unhealthy relationships, abusive themes, swearing, kidnapping, nudity, mentions of murder, light mentions of attempted sexual assault
The rumors swept through your village like wildfire; the barbarians were coming.
No one knew if it was true, but that didn't stop multiple families with small children from packing up and leaving before they could find out. You would have as well if you had the proper time to pack your most valuable assets. Instead, you dedicated yourself to helping watch the children for the families leaving.
You'd spent nearly the whole day collecting herbs for the local doctor, and hadn't gotten the chance to get back in order to know what was happening. Of course it'd only been maybe 30 minutes since one of your neighbors returned from hunting, screeching about how the red-eyes prince and his people were coming this way. But for you it'd been 6.
Oddly enough, it was a lot like what happened to your last home.
You felt as if you were cursed by those wretched barbarians. Only a few months ago had they raided and destroyed your home village. By pure coincidence did you survive, sent away that day to make a fur trade in place of your father. You'd avoided their wrath once, but you didn't think you could do it again.
You believed it to be your fault for not being their to help protect your previous neighbors, you refused to feel that pain and regret once more.
Even as they rode into the village, buildings burning up into flames and the small streets getting wrecked, you still didn't leave. You almost couldn't move at first, freezing in place as you saw the chaos around you. Only the sound of screaming could bring you out of your trance. Without any further hesitation, you took off running into your little house. You'd been caring for 6 young children as their parents rushed to pack, and they hadn't yet returned to pick them up. If you were completely honest with yourself, you knew it was probably likely a few of the parents left without them.
When you slammed the front door behind you, you glanced around the room to see that most of the kids were crying huddled in a corner. Putting a finger to your lips, you motioned for them to be quiet. Swiftly moving to the closet, you pushed away the box that lay on the ground. Pulling up the ugly carpet, there was a hatch. It took a bit of effort to open but once it was, you took each child and helped them in. They'd be scared, sure, but overall the environment you created down there wasn't so bad. Rather than a blank, dirt filled room with spiders, it was clean, sheets and blankets covering all surfaces.
"Here." You whispered, handing a now lit candle to the oldest boy, "Stay in here until you can't hear anything, okay? I'll do my best to come back for you. Be quiet, alright? Comfort the other kids."
The boy was only about 9, but he seemed to understand the most about what was going on. When he tearfully nodded at you, you closed the hatch, pushing the carpet back over it and shutting the closet door.
Maybe you should look for their parents, or get them a note of some sort telling them where their child or children are. No, a note would be too risky, wouldn't it? What of they were killed or dropped it, then a barbarian would read it and come slaughter the kids. You couldn't just run passed them and hand them a note, you had to explain to them where their kids were.
Before you could get another thought in, your front door was suddenly kicked in. You let out a scream and crouched to the ground in fear. Brown eyes met your form, a dark chuckle escaping the large, dirty looking man. Finding your wits, you stood, backing yourself up against the far wall of your house. The man didn't seem to be in any rush to catch you, instead watching you in amusement. He was covered in blood, you noted, and you could smell the smoke on him from across the room.
"There you are, little babe. Do you know just how much trouble you've put us through?" He took a step closer, "A real lot. Our leader sure wants you."
His eyes scanned your body, a more suggestive look gracing his ugly face, "I can see why, shit. Maybe I should just try you out for myself first, m'sure he won't mind too bad, huh? Don't reckon anyone would care if they heard you screamin'."
He still hadn't moved and you knew that this was it: your moment. You turned around quickly, pulling up the window and diving out before he could grab you. You could hear his angry shouts and steps as he ran to yank you back in. But once he put his hands on the wood, you turned, grabbing the edge of the window and pulling it down with all your might onto his fingers. The shout he let out was gratifying, but you had no time to sit and bask in it.
You were shocked with yourself, you'd never hurt any person nor animal in your entire life. Your mother always taught you that kindness and generosity would get you everywhere you needed, and it truly had until now. You believed the woman who raised you, but this wasn't something that could be fixed with a few gentle kisses. At least, you doubted it.
Running between the broken houses, you noticed that the only ones on fire were on the east side. Although your home was probably going to be safe on the west side, you knew where most of the children were from. Hopefully, their parents had stuck around and looked for them. But as of now, the only person you'd seen was that evil barbarian.
Lost in thought, you found yourself tripping over a discarded broom.
Gods, you needed to stop thinking if things like this were just going to happen.
Unlucky you, it appeared as though your yelp of surprise caught someone's attention.
"Tch. Fuckin' finally." You heard a deep growl behind you as you froze from your spot on the ground.
You barely even processed that someone was there before you were roughly lifted up into the air. Large hands were around your waist, holding you up as vermillion eyes looked smugly into yours.
"How's my sweet little mate been, hah? 'Didn't realise you were a clumsy little bit." He chuckled up at you, amused by your tripping about 30 seconds before.
"Uh-um," You struggled in his grip, not enjoying the way he kept you hovering in front of him, "could you pl-please let go?"
He snickered below you, finally lowering you to the ground but not releasing his hold on your waist, "Holy hell are you fuckin' cute. Can't wait to bring you back."
He was much larger than the man that attacked you in your house, over a head taller and muscles much more defined. Much more attractive too, clear skin and messy blonde locks. Now that you were on the ground, you almost missed being in the air. His didn't seem so threatening then.
"I- I really have to go. Would um- would you please let go of me?" A weak and stupid request, you doubted it would work. But it's not like you could compete with him physically so asking nicely may have been your best option.
"Nah-ah, Baby. You're mine now. Been mine for awhile. So stop fuckin' squirming." His voice came out as an aggressive growl, but it didn't look like he was trying to hurt you. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you close to his chest so he could look at you better.
"You're my mate. Got it? My princess 'n shit."
Once thrown over his shoulder, you began to struggle once again, "No! No thank you, sir, really. Um- I really- just uh- can't!"
You yelped as he pulled up the skirt of your dress so he could place a wet kiss on the bare skin of your thigh, nipping at it before soothing the sting with his tongue, "You're a polite little thing. That's cute 'n all, but seriously shut the fuck up."
You whimpered, looking hard at your surroundings. You'd only been walking a few seconds, but you were shocked you hadn't seen anyone yet. He was bringing you to the rest of his men, you knew it, so you had to make you escape soon before you lost all opportunities completely. Passing a wooden pillar that held your neighbors tall front porch up, you grabbed hold of it and kicked yourself off your captor. Not giving him a chance to grab you, you jumped from the ground and began sprinting the opposite direction. It was awkward with one shoe, having lost the other one diving out of your window earlier, but you didn't think you could deal with stepping on broken glass with both feet. Your best bet was to run into the forest nearby, better not to run home and risk the children's safety or running into that bad man from earlier.
You could hear the blonde barbarian laughing cruelly behind you, much closer than he had been second ago. You should've expected him to be fast, he chased and murdered people regularly. Why was running a good idea again?
"Got'cha." He grabbed hold of your dress, effectively yanking you back into his body. You were weakened and out of breath, but he was barely even breaking a sweat.
"Such a sweet little thing, and then ya had to go and be a goddamned brat." He held you almost too tightly, bringing a hand up to move your hair, exposing your neck to him, "It's fine, you'll learn to fuckin' listen."
He nuzzled his face against your skin for a moment, applying a few gentle kisses to the area before licking and sinking his teeth into your neck. You cried out in pain, all the fear and exhaustion suddenly catching up to you. The last thing you felt was his warm tongue running over your bloodied wound before passing out.
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When you woke up, you were on a horse. You didn't open your eyes right away, but you could both feel and hear the rhythm of its footsteps. You weren't alone of course, you were cradled close to someone's chest. After allowing yourself a few seconds to think, all the fear and recent memories came flooding back. You knew who was holding you, the smell of caramel, smoke, and blood was familiar enough. He must have felt you were shaking because it didn't take him long to hold you tighter against him, glancing down to check on you.
You squinted your eyes closed once again after the two of you made eye contact, an amused snort coming from the barbarian in response. He didn't say anything, choosing to let you look around whilst he kept a close eye on your movements.
The sounds of laughing, shouting men is what you notice first, your eyes still squeezed shut. It's nothing but unsettling to you; these men just destroyed an entire village, murdering innocent people and likely children.
Oh gods, the children!
"We have to go back!" You squeaked, perking up and pulling on the barbarians beads, eyes wide and focused on his face.
He scoffed at your panicked expression, his anger building up already, "We're not going back, Brat. You're mine now and you're going where I go. So sit tight and keep your damn mouth shut."
You paused, thinking to yourself. You couldn't tell him about the children, could you? He'd likely either go back and kill them or wouldn't bother bother going back at all. Their people were ruthless, it's possible they'd already burnt your house down or killed the kids themselves. You couldn't see around just yet, the barbarian's massive size blocking your view, but you could tell there were maybe 50 men following behind you based off the voices. No way to escape now, but maybe later once you're settled. The vermillion eyed killer couldn't watch you forever.
"River in about 50 yards, Boss!" A voice shouted from the left.
Not facing that direction and unable to turn, you tilted your head back for an upside down view of a blonde barbarian. He looked quite odd, even more so from your angle, and had a black bolt running through his yellow hair. He glanced your way for a second and smiled quickly before riding ahead. In your opinion, not that you could form much of one without knowing him, he wasn't like the others you'd met. He was smaller and more outwardly goofy. It relieved for a second until you remembered all the things he must've done to your home.
Your neck ached again now from where you'd been bitten earlier. Your grogginess kept the pain at bay for a bit, but moving around seemed to remind your body of what happened. You didn't want to reach up and touch it, scared of what you'd feel.
Without any more protest you lifted your head back up and and leant against the red-eyed man's chest. He seemed to like that, you noted, hearing the less-aggressive-than-usual grunt leave him.
It only took another two minutes to reach the river the bolt-haired guy was talking about. If you were lucky, this was the same river that was close to your village. If you kept track of where you went from here, then once you escaped you could follow it back.
You flinched when your barbarian adjusted your position suddenly, (yes your barbarian, what else could you call him at this point?) allowing you sit side saddle on the horse as he got off. Having been gifted the opportunity to get to know your surroundings, you glanced around seeing many large men getting off their horses and settling down for a break of sorts. Taking advantage of your distracted state, your barbarian roughly pulled you down by the waist, relishing in the small yelp that left your lips. The small, high-pitched sound seemed to draw a few others' attention as well, drawing some quiet chuckles from the men. You looked away from them, slightly embarrassed as well as frustrated.
They're all sick fucks.
"C'mon." Your barbarian grunted, not wanting you attracting too much attention just yet. He had a tight grip on your left forearm and right side of your waist, leading you further up the river in front of him and away from the others. Still with only one shoe, you repeatedly stumbled, but he just kept shoving you along in response.
Only after the two of you were alone, out of view from anyone else did he release you. You turned around out of curiosity and watched him discard a satchel you didn't notice he had until that moment. But then he started removing more items: his furs, beads, then arm sleeves. You couldn't decide which was scarier: surrounded by all those other men or alone with this one. Running wasn't smart just yet, the way you needed to go was towards the group of those sadistic killers. This one was terrifying, yes, but he didn't give off the same energy as the dirty man that tried to do bad things to you before. He wasn't going to try to touch you like the other one, was he?
Your eyes started to water silently once he returned to you, beginning to remove your clothing as well. He growled at your shaking, an unspoken sign to shut up. Maybe it wasn't what you thought, his pants were still on after all. But the thoughts you used as an attempt to comfort yourself didn't hold up once he reached your undergarments. It's like he sensed that you were about to put up a fight because as soon as you started struggling and pushing him away, his hands wrapped around your arms and pulled you close.
"Stop it- ! Let go, please!"
"Fucking quit!" He barked at you, making you jerk your head down silently, tears continuing to fall as you did your best to pull away.
You were no match for his strength and determination though, and after a few minutes of fighting, he was able to successfully strip you completely. Your sobbing dissolved into hiccups at this point, but your head didn't go back up. Instead, your eyes were focused on your bare feet, your left shoe being thrown off when the warrior was ridding you of your underwear.
"Stop pouting, Dipshit. I'm tryin' to clean you for fuck sake." He pulled you up onto him, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, walking the two of you into the stream.
You hissed quietly at the feeling of cold water hitting your body, but it was comforting after such a stressful day. You felt better after learning that the red-eyed man was just washing you, but you still weren't comfortable by any means. Being so close and nude to a brutal murderer you didn't even know brought tears to your eyes once again.
You were submerged up to your chin now, the cool water soothing the bite mark on your neck. You couldn't reach the bottom but your barbarian could, so there was no getting him to let go of you. He used the depth of the water as an excuse of course, he wouldn't let go of you even if you could reach. Your legs weren't around him any longer, nor were your arms in an attempt to distance yourself from him as much as you could. He still held you tightly though, his left hand gripping your thigh and the other trailing over various parts of your body.
His hands were so much bigger than yours. You knew this before, but it was a lot more obvious when he lifted his hand to your face, wiping the dirt and soot away. It would've been calming if you were with someone you knew and loved.
"What's your name?" You asked him, coming back up from under water so you could rinse yourself.
"You call me Katsuki." His hands moved from your shoulder to your throat, not squeezing but still threatening, "Nothing else, got it?"
You nodded, gulping down your fear of how easily he could drown you if he wanted to.
"Good." He pressed a forceful kiss to your lips then another to the bite mark he gave you.
You whimpered, pulling sharply away from him a bit, which he oddly didn't seem to mind too much. In fact, he didn't mind at all; he wasn't moving a muscle. Looking back at his face after too long without action, you noticed his gaze trained on the wooded area behind you. Hearing a twig snap from the same direction, you jerked your head over to see what was there, only to spot nothing. You would've looked longer if it wasn't for Katsuki tucking you into his chest and sinking a few inches further into the water as if to cover more of you.
"What is it?" You whispered, face now level with his shoulder.
"Some fucking extra I'm about to obliterate." He hissed out, "C'mon, we're getting you dressed."
He picked you up, carrying you out of the river to place you gently on the grass, making sure your back was facing the way of the men were set up. Not wanting Katsuki to see any more you then was necessary, you pressed your legs together with your arms over your breasts. He left you to put your own undergarments on, busying himself with getting redressed, but kicked your dirty dress away before you could grab it.
"Try a-fucking-gain." He spoke smugly, handing you the satchel he brought along. He watches you carefully as you crouched in the grass, opening the leather bag to see what was inside.
The dress wasn't what you expected to come from barbarians. Even females wore fur and leather. But this article of clothing was nothing of the sort; it was made of beautiful, sheer, pale blue fabric. It was made to fall off your shoulders, with a few brightly colored flowered adorned at the the top. The sleeves were elbow length and were thin enough you could see your arms through them. The length wasn't very long, only reaching just above your knees, something your mother told you was unladylike. It looked like something a princess or fairy would own.
"My mother made that for you so ya better fuckin' love or she'll beat both of us." Katsuki muttered, eyes gauging your reaction for any signs of anger or disgust.
"It's very beautiful, sir. But-"
"Katsuki."
"Right, I'm sorry. It's- um- lovely, Katsuki. But isn't it a bit short?" You tried to translate your feelings as delicately as you could, not wanting to risk angering the man before you. Especially now that you knew his own mother made it.
"Who fuckin' cares? What's it matter anyway? You're for my eyes only and I'll fuckin' end anyone who looks at you too long. If you like it, then wear it." He was starting to get angry, you could hear it. Dismissing his unsettling words, you decided to wear it. Not only did you feel forced, but you also didn't want to waste such a pretty artie of clothing.
Katsuki watched you the whole time as you slipped into the delicate fabric. Unfortunately for you, it tied in the back like a corset and you needed help, but you didn't need even need to ask before he was tying it for you. You were surprised at how gentle he was doing it, having been nothing but rough with you so far. Maybe it was that he respected his mother's craftsmanship. He was just as gentle leading you back to the group; settling for holding your hand rather than grabbing at your body.
When you returned to the rest of the warriors, not one of them looked your way. You guessed Katsuki meant it when he said no one was to look at you unless they want to be killed. The blonde lead you back to his horse, giving you strict instructions to stay, then left you alone for the first time since he saw you.
"Kaminari, you fuckin' dunce!" He shouted, walking further into the crowd of men.
He wasn't in your line of vision anymore, and that scared you. Not only were you without any form of protection with killers all around you, but you think you can see the one that was harassing you before you met Katsuki. The big, dirty one who cornered you in your house. Yeah, it was definitely him and he was looking right at you too, a look on his face you couldn't describe
You whimpered, backing up to stand on the other side of the horse to block his view of you, looking over its back to try to spot Katsuki. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, you're sure. Not after all that big talk about you belonging to him and such. Failing to find the large blonde, you glanced back over to see the man closer than he was before. You think a few others noticed what he was doing because he backed off after someone tossed a rock at his shoe. And although he was ignoring you once more, you still felt terrified of him.
"'Fuck happened to my little mate?" Katsuki asked when he returned after another minute, noticing the tears on your face and bad effort at hiding yourself behind his horse.
As protective as he seemed to be, you didn't think you should tell him what happened so you just shrugged in response, allowing him to hug you close. After a few minutes longer of everyone shuffling around, it finally seemed time to start moving again. Katsuki pulled you up with him on his horse, tucking you against him as he did last time before leading his people off.
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It was likely around midnight by the time Katsuki helped you off the horse again. It would've been pitch black if it wasn't for the sheer amount of torches coming from what appeared to be Katsuki's camp ground. You were tired by then, worn out mostly from the crying, fear, and stress rather than any physical exertion. Katsuki didn't appear tired at all; his chest was puffed out with perfect posture. He looked like a strong leader. You don't know what he left you to talk to Kaminari about earlier, but you learned that Kaminari was the yellow-haired guy with the funny bolt running through it.
Katsuki didn't want to let you walk, refusing to put you down in favor of carrying you wherever he wanted. There were maybe a hundred tents throughout the area, but no one in sight besides the others who returned with the two of you.
"Are there not more of you?" You asked as he carried you towards the largest tent in sight.
"They're in their tents." He mumbled, "'Not allowed to see you yet."
You wanted to ask more, but you were so tired and the big bed you were just introduced to looked so inviting. The tent you were in was decently dark, the only light coming from outside, but you could tell it quite large, easily the size of the main room in your house. Katsuki placed you down on the bed, tucking you into the red sheets and fur blankets as gently as he was capable of.
"I'll be back, little mate." He kissed the side of your head, teeth nipping your earlobe lightly before he released you and left the tent altogether.
You were asleep as soon as he let go, but less than an hour later you were awoken once more by a large figure joining you in bed. He tucked himself behind you, leaning his face into your neck, the scent of caramel and smoke thick on him. You were fading in and out of consciousness, but felt the distinct sensation of a tongue grazing the bite mark on your neck. Your whimper was shut down by a deep growl.
"Sleep, you damn brat."
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A few things to know lol:
Barbarian Katsuki is quite a bit larger than regular katsuki: abt 6'5"-6'6"
I write the reader to be pretty petite but nothing like height or weight will ever be outright clarified
This was pretty tame for barbarian bakugou, but his more violent behavior will be brought out in future parts where our polite little reader is not so polite
You can give ideas and request certain things for future parts any time cuz I'm pretty into this lmao
Kirishima is in the next part '-'
but so is shady dirty man
pls excuse any typos or grammar mistakes, I swear I'm not illiterate
Imagine talking about your memories with Klaus as youāre dying
You laid in Klausā arms, slowly dying. Klaus was running his hands through your hair and holding you to comfort you. You had been bitten by Lucien and now you were dying.
āIām so sorry, Y/n,ā Klaus apologized, sounding like he was going to burst into tears.
āItās not your fault, Klaus. Just know that I love you,ā you said weakly, offering him a small smile. He smiled in return, but it was so fake.
āI love you as well, Y/n,ā Klaus said, sighing. He glanced down at the wedding ring he had got you. He had proposed not too long ago, and you were supposed to get married. You followed his gaze to it, and lifted up your hand to get a better look at it.
āItās a shame we never got to get married,ā you commented.
āYes, it is. You would have looked gorgeous in a wedding dress,ā Klaus replied, reaching down and holding your hand in his.
āYou were so extra with the proposal,ā you said, with a small laugh, and you thought of the memory.
ā
āKlaus, this is beautiful,ā you commented, stepping on to the gazebo. Klaus was dressed in a tux, and he was smiling at you. In the middle sat a table, with a white cloth, a vase with roses, and two chairs.
āIām glad you like it, love,ā Klaus said, pulling out a chair for you to sit down you smiled at him and sat. You scooted in the chair as he went to his own. He sat down, before folding his hands and looking at you.
āSo, whatās for dinner?ā You asked.
āYour favorite,ā Klaus replied.
āAgain? We always have my favorite when we go on dates. I mean I donāt mind it, and I like it, but when do we get to have your favorite?ā You asked, feeling bad. Klaus just smiled in response.
āI donāt care what I eat, Y/n. So, whatever you want, I want,ā Klaus explained.
āYouāre so sweet,ā you said, smiling at him. Soon a woman came out and gave you both a drink, before walking away.
āThe food should be done soon, are you hungry?ā Klaus asked.
āStarving,ā you replied.
āWell, it should be done any minute now,ā Klaus said, before asking you about your day. You went on to explain your entire day, and by the time you were done, the same lady brought you two your food.
āThank you,ā you said, and she nodded. Klaus had obviously compelled her. You immediately began digging into your meal, enjoying every bite.
āIs it good, love?ā Klaus asked.
āVery,ā you replied, āI donāt know where you find these master chefs at, but theyāre good.ā
āActually, Elijah made it,ā Klaus said, causing you to look up from your food.
āDang, looks like Iām dating the wrong brother,ā you joked, and in response Klaus gave you a playful glare. At the beginning of your relationship, he would have taken that personally and seriously, but since you had been dating for a while, he got used to your jokes. The two of you finished your food.
āWould you like any dessert?ā Klaus asked.
āNope, Iām good. Now, tell me, whyād you take me out tonight?ā You asked, crossing your arms.
āWhat? I canāt take my girlfriend out for a nice dinner with having an ulterior motive?ā Klaus asked, raising an eyebrow.
āNo, no, you canāt. Now tell me,ā you said.
āWait a minute,ā Klaus said, and snapped his fingers, soon a slow song began playing.
āKlaus Mikaelson, what are you doing?ā You asked, giving him a look.
āWould you like to dance, Y/n?ā He asked, standing up and offering his hand to you. You took it and let him pull you into his arms, āDid I tell you that you looked breath taking tonight?ā
āI donāt think so,ā you said.
āOh, well, in that case, you look breath taking, love,ā he said, spinning you around before you landed back into his arms.
āThank you,ā you replied, blushing, āYou look pretty good too.ā After years, Klaus still had that effect on you when he complimented you. And you werenāt sure that it would ever go away, but Klaus didnāt mind, he thought you were absolutely adorable when you blushed. You two just enjoyed each otherās company for a moment, before the song ended.
You sighed lovingly when it did, and then Klaus pulled away. He took your hands in his and looked into your eyes.
āY/n, youāre aware that I love you, right?ā He asked.
āYes? Of course I am. I love you too, Klaus,ā you said, smiling at him.
āI actually wanted to ask you something,ā Klaus said.
āGo right ahead,ā you said, wanting him to go on. You were curious what he had to say.
āThese past few years with you have been wonderful. And I couldnāt imagine myself with anyone else, besides you. Youāre the most beautiful, sweetest, most perfect woman that I have ever laid my eyes on,ā he said, before slowly letting your hands go and getting down on one knee, āNow, Y/n L/n, will you make me the most lucky man on this earth, and become Mrs. Y/n Mikaelson?ā
āYes!ā You exclaimed, and Klaus slid the ring onto your finger, before passionately kissing you.
ā
āI was not extra,ā Klaus said, āI was giving you the proposal you deserved.ā
āYou were extra,ā you said.
āNo, I wa-ā Klaus stopped and said, āOh whatever.ā As you were laying in his arms, your dog, D/n (dogās name), jumped onto the bed.
āHey D/n,ā you said, reaching out and gently petting them on their head. They laid their head on your thighs and gave you a sad look. You offered the dog a small smile, and said, āI think they know Iām dying.ā
āI do as well,ā Klaus said.
āYouāll take good care of him, right?ā You asked.
āYes, of course I will, Y/n. Iām the one who got him for you after all,ā Klaus said, before recalling the memory.
ā
āWhy do I need to be blindfolded?ā you asked, as Klaus led you in a door. As soon as you went in the door you were hit with a song scent and you hurt a bunch of smalls growls and barks.
āYou can take the blindfold off, love,ā Klaus said, and you reached behind your head and untied it. It fell of you were met with a bunch of puppies of your favorite breed of dog.
āOh my god!ā You exclaimed, going over the small fence and into the playpen. You sat down and a bunch of the puppies came up to you. Klaus smiled at you from the other side of the fence. You looked up at him and smiled, āWait, so I can keep one!?ā
āYes, you can, Y/n,ā Klaus said, āHappy birthday.ā
āI love you so much, Klaus,ā you said, looking at all the puppies. Yours eyes landed on one that was playing in the corner with a toy, by themselves. You reached over and picked them up, and lifted them so they were at your eye level, āHello there.ā The puppy attempted to lean forward and lick your face, but you moved away. You gave the dog some petting, before setting them down on your lap, āI want this one.ā
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You were slowly drifting away, as you laid in Klausā arms and you realized that you were almost gone.
āKlaus, I think I only have a few more secondsā you said, causing Klaus to lean down and kiss your forehead.
āGoodbye, Y/n. I love you, and I always will,ā he said.
āPromise?ā You asked, using your last bit of energy to look up at him. He blinked and a tear ran down his cheek.
āPromise,ā he said, and then you closed your eyes and let yourself go. As soon as he knew you were gone, Klaus began sobbing. Your dog attempted to comfort him, but there wasnāt much they could do.
summary: he met her once before, and now that sheās back, heās realizing he may need her help.
warnings: fem!reader, witch!reader, angst and fluff
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klaus mikaelson was someone who people thought couldnāt fall in love with. he believed that too, for a while, until he had met a special someone.
he had met her quite some time ago in the 20s, there being something different about her. she wasnāt a typical woman of that day and age; she was strong and she wasnāt afraid to talk someone down. she held her head high and didnāt let people tear her down.
he had been with his brother, kol, at the time of their meeting. klaus had his eyes glued to her at the bar, watching as she dealt with unruly men and how she downed shots of tequila without hesitation. he didnāt remember how he was convinced to talk to her, but he did.
ātwo shots of tequila,ā klaus called to the bartender as he sat next to the woman. y/n didnāt turn her head towards him, but she figured this was the man who had had his eyes glued to her back.
āand what am i going to owe you?ā y/n asked sarcastically, her voice smooth and unwavering. to him, her voice was like ice to a burn; it comforted him oddly enough.
āi canāt just get a lady a shot?ā klaus proposed, causing the woman beside him to smirk.
āaround here, thereās always a motive.ā she hummed, her voice growing deeper as she spoke. klaus had never met a woman like her; normally there had been women throwing themselves at him. their shots were served and they brought their cups together before knocking it back.
āwhatās your name?ā she asked him as she set her shot glass down on the table. her eyes were a warm welcome, but klaus could still tell she was guarded. he didnāt blame her, but he knew some people would ask questions.
āklaus, and yours?ā
āy/n.ā
after their encounter at the bar, their relationship status turned from strangers to acquaintances. klaus would come to her if he needed something and vice versa. eventually, the two became friends, but that wasnāt without feelings that had begun to blossom in both of them.
now in mystic falls, the mikaelson family was all the rage, literally. the salvatores hated them, for the most part, and there were valid reasons to be given. one thing they could all agree on during this time was that something was going on and no one knew how to handle it. their witch ā bonnie bennett ā wasnāt anywhere to be seen, so they seemed to have been short on witches.
āi know a witch,ā klaus spoke up. the salvatores, klaus, jeremy, caroline, and elena were gathered up in the living space of the salvatore boarding house, trying to devise a plan. stefan looked up at him with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.
āyou know a witch? what, does she do dark magic?ā he questioned. granted, klaus hadnāt had a good track record with witches, but this one was different.
āno, but sheāll be able to help us,ā he promised. the salvatores didnāt believe him, as usual, but it was the only solid answer that had been come up with.
āiāll go with him, keep him honest.ā stefan offered. klaus wasnāt thrilled about that idea, but if it meant seeing y/n again, heād do it.
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the road trip was awkward and boring. the trip was barely an hour, but it felt like it was a grand total of two days. stefan parked outside of a bar and turned it off.
āso, where are we right now?ā he asked as he stepped out of the car. klaus smiled, remembering this town.
āitās a town right on the border of north carolina and virginia. donāt ask me why i was here because i donāt remember.ā klaus covered as many bases as he could as they walked into the bar.
ever since their departure, y/n had been thinking a lot about klaus. she had tried not to, but whenever she was alone with her thoughts it just seemed to have, happened.
she worked at a bar in a small town, being one of two. she managed the place, so sheād like to think her bar was the better one. she was at the front counter, wiping it down when she heard the bell ring.
āwelcome to-ā she stopped herself as she looked up to see who it was. an involuntary smile appeared on the womanās face as she saw who walked through.
āklaus mikaelson, what a surprise,ā she smiled as she leaned back, forgetting about wiping down the counter.
āitās nice to see you too, y/n.ā he grinned, his insides churning; he felt like a little boy on christmas.
āiām assuming you didnāt drive an hour with what, stefan salvatore, just to say hi.ā y/n had heard of stefan when he was the ripper, but considering the lack of reports for the past few decades, heād changed.
āyouāre right, we need your help,ā klaus spoke up. y/n nodded, getting someone to man the counter as she sat with them.
āwhat do you need my help with?ā she asked as she sat back in her chair, arms folded over her chest. klaus had missed her so much.
āwell, we need a witch. klaus here told us that he knew one, you being the one heās talking about.ā stefan smiled, but it wasnāt one out of joy or happiness. it was like stefan didnāt want to be there.
āitās been a while since iāve performed a spell, but i can try. iāll have to stop by my apartment to grab my grimoire, but tell me what this is all about.ā y/n leaned forwards, her interest spiked. she wasnāt going to let them have her help unless they had a valid reason.
āsilas.ā klaus didnāt hide the fact that uttering such a witchās name could have him killed, at this point, he didnāt care. y/nās smile faded, her posture stiffening as she sat back.
āklaus...iām not sure if i can help. i mean, i can try, but...ā she was nervous. y/n had been told stories of silas and what he did and how powerful of a witch he was. klaus reached out, hesitantly, and placed his hand on hers. such a gesture was a rarity with klaus, maybe even nonexistent, but y/n made him feel things that he didnāt think he could feel.
āiām not going to let you go,ā he told her. y/n sighed, knowing his words didnāt dial down the fear, but it did help to know someone was there. she nodded and slowly pulled her hand out from under his. she exhaled one more time before standing up.
āi get off at 7, then, we ride.ā
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first tvd imagine! i had started it (the show) a couple years ago but never finished it, so i decided to try and finish it since weāre still in covid. now iāve got ideas so expect more to come! this one wasnāt as fluffy and it didnāt have as much of an obvious relationship between y/n and klaus, but i thought itād be a cute way to show klausā soft side š„°. enjoy and stay safe!
Requested: I have a Klaus imagine request šš okay one where the reader is super optimistic and nice and Rebekah and Elijah always make jokes about how nice the reader is and how unnice Klaus is. And no one really knows much about her past so Klaus snoops through her Journal and discovers that she has tried to kill her self recently and failed but never told Klaus and he realizes she actually super depressed and is like super shocked but comforts her idk sorry if this is too heavy ily have a lovely day š
Warning: mention of suicide. May be triggering.
Out of you and the Mikaelsons, you have been the most positive one in the bunch. You had kept their spirits high at there lowest times, but what they donāt know is that even you have your own lowest times.
As a kid, you were always depressed. You hated yourself. The way you look, the way you talk, laugh anything and because of that, not long ago, you tried to take your life.
You always kept yourself bubbly and smiley but alone, you were a wreak. No one really knows what your past was like. The Mikaelsons had met you at the Colosseum in Rome during a tour with your class. Your parents had passed away and you lived alone and after getting to know Elijah more he offered a home with his family.
Because of Elijah, you had met Rebekah, Kol, and Klaus. Klaus left a big impression on you. He was always angry and sad, secretly you understood. He felt alone and abandoned and as did you.
āIt just makes me laugh at how different you two are. Y/N is always positive and rainbows and butterflies and Klaus is always negative and hell and evil.ā Laughed Rebekah.
āWe are having a serious meeting Rebekah!ā Yelled Klaus.
āIām sure theyāre not planning to kill us, Klaus.ā You chipped in.
Klaus rolled his eyes at your comment, āyes they are.ā He groaned.
āTwo completely different people.ā Grinned Elijah.
āYou all are no help!ā Yelled Klaus walking out of the room.
Almost everyday Rebekah and Elijah cracked the jokes about the difference between you and Klaus. But they didnāt know how similar you two really were. Staying positive was the only way you felt okay.
One night you had left the compound to visit friends at a local bar. Klaus wondered around the house looking for you and the last place he looked was your room.
Of course, you werenāt there but that didnāt stop him from looking around your room. He looked at your desk to see a book laying down on the desk. There was no title and no author. This made him curious.
He opened the book to the very first page and to his surprise it said:
Y/Nās journal
Start date: 2011
He knew it would be wrong to keep going but he couldnāt stop.
-February 21, 2014
I went back to college for the first time since the passing of my parents. Their death was all over the news. Every glance at me was a glance of sorrow for me. It was annoying and it was depressing .
-June 8, 2015
In just a few months my class will be going on a trip to Rome! Iām so excited. I thought about not going but I feel like something great would happen.
Klause was glad she went.
But the entry that hit Klaus the most was this one:
-September 25, 2016
Iāve been living with the Mikaelsons for a few months and honestly, itās been amazing. I donāt feel so sad anymore. But that doesnāt mean my thoughts go away. Last night I tried to kill myself but I failed due to some kind vampire who fed me blood to heal. I guess my thoughts got too hard to handle that night. I feel so alone and worthless. I mean, I have no parents. They died in the most tragic way possible and worst of all I feel so ugly. I mean look at me. Anyways, I gotta go. Elijah planned some party that I have to attend. Iāve never felt so alone.
Klausā heart broke a little. He remembers that night. Klaus knew something was wrong but he couldnāt pinpoint it and now he knew.
When Klaus heard you talk downstairs he quickly placed the book down and sped out of your room down to the living room.
āA ball again, Rebekah?ā You asked with a laugh.
Klaus now knew you werenāt okay and he knew it was all an act. āYes, a ball. Sister is quite excited.ā Klaus said with a smile.
As that night arrived, you stayed in the back of the crowd with all the booze. You were awkward in these situations. You hated to dance and you hated socializing with people you didnāt know.
You picked up a glass of wine, rejected men who wanted a dance and finished the glass. You saw Klaus walk up to you with a disappointing face.
āWhatās wrong Klaus? The girl of your dreams didnāt come?ā You asked with a grin.
āWell, no but I came here to talk to you. Can I speak to you Y/N?ā Klaus said while he had his hand behind his head.
āSure.ā You said confused slowly placing your empty glass of wine down slowly.
Klaus took your arm and placed it around his. The men who asked for your hand in a dance eyeballed you and Klaus. They were clearly imitated. Klaus opened the door in the library and closed it quietly. You both sat down on the sofa.
āYou do know you are absolutely perfect in every way possible, right?ā Asked Klaus with a small smile.
āThank you, Klaus, why the random compliment if I may ask?ā You asked with a confused expression.
āI donāt think you will forgive me for this at all. I feel really guilty, but I read a very private thing in your life out of curiosity. It was laying out on your desk and it looked like a book. Iām truly sorry.ā He said quietly. He was ashamed of himself.
āNiklaus,ā you said placing your hand on his. āItās alright. Iām not mad at you. I did leave it out for everyone to see I guess. Itās my fault.ā You told him.
āStill, I shouldāve never looked.ā He said
You drop your head low and shook your head with a small smile, ānow you know Iām not as bubbly as I look. You know Iām a mess. You know my deepest darkest stories.ā You told him
āYou and I are the same people. Broken and alone in this cruel world. But nonetheless, that doesnāt mean you arenāt beautiful. Despite the mess of having no parent love, they did make the most stunning women Iāve seen.ā Said Klaus. All you could do was smile but tears ran down your face. āA few weeks ago you tried to harm yourself. Why?ā Klaus asked. He knew but he wanted to hear it from you.
āI tried to kill myself, Klaus. Despite how much you guys make me happy, it was just too much to live with. My parents died. I lost my home, my friends and that alone was too much. I- I-.ā You stated before choking on your words with tears.
Klaus hugged you tightly before letting go and placing a hand on your cheek, āknow that I will always listen to you. You are too precious to leave this world.ā He said with a sincere smile. āCome, letās dance. Itās a ball after all.ā He said standing up lending a hand down to you. You slowly put your hand on his and stood up.
āTwo utterly broken people.ā You said with a grin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnother day ā¦ another victory for the Mikaelsons .ā Klaus marched proudly into the compound . Fluffing out her curly hair , Y/N stood beside him . Her hand was comfortably rested in his as they walked together in contentment .
āThey really got on my nerves . Honestly , death was too good for them.ā The heels of her black , lace up boots clicked against the tile floor . He painted a ray of sunshine on his face when he smiled with both his mouth & eyes . It was a rather small smile , not to the point in which he bared his teeth but big enough to make the world sing .
āAhhh yes , Aurora , Tristan & Lucien seemed to have that effect on people quite often . But fear not love ā¦ their reign of terror is over .ā Whilst she admired his grin , she managed to form one of her own .
āYouāre smile is the best thing that Iāve seen in ages , Nik ,ā she whispered it without second thought . Slipping her hand out of his , Y/N found herself a nice seat on the couch . Niklaus , however , remained frozen . He averted his gaze but the sudden rosiness of his cheekbones gave away his state of pleasant shock .
āIām not entirely sure how to respond to that , sweetheart.ā
i have 0 writing inspiration . but i really wanna write . & its just- ugh . but anyways go ahead & request anything for the following shows / characters š„š.
- The vampire diaries (damon x reader , stefan x reader , klaus x reader , elijah x reader , katherine x reader , kai x reader , e t c )
-the originals (klaus x reader please but request whateva š)
-CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA. (because im obsessed xoxo ) (nicholas scratch x reader onlyā¢) (i love him. He has all my uwus)
-legacies (i wanna write about posie . so gimme posie prompts š) (ill lowkey take anything except ship prompts that are not hope & raf , lizzie & mg OR POSIE )
-yall can actually request whatever you want & ill probably write it bc i have nothing else to do lolololol
Ā Ā Ā Ā āAnother day ā¦ another victory for the Mikaelsons .ā Klaus marched proudly into the compound . Fluffing out her curly hair , Y/N stood beside him . Her hand was comfortably rested in his as they walked together in contentment .
āThey really got on my nerves . Honestly , death was too good for them.ā The heels of her black , lace up boots clicked against the tile floor . He painted a ray of sunshine on his face when he smiled with both his mouth & eyes . It was a rather small smile , not to the point in which he bared his teeth but big enough to make the world sing .
āAhhh yes , Aurora , Tristan & Lucien seemed to have that effect on people quite often . But fear not love ā¦ their reign of terror is over .ā Whilst she admired his grin , she managed to form one of her own .
āYouāre smile is the best thing that Iāve seen in ages , Nik ,ā she whispered it without second thought . Slipping her hand out of his , Y/N found herself a nice seat on the couch . Niklaus , however , remained frozen . He averted his gaze but the sudden rosiness of his cheekbones gave away his state of pleasant shock .
āIām not entirely sure how to respond to that , sweetheart.ā
Itās not batfam related, but I just want to tell all of my followers who watch The Originals that Iām with you. This was not what we wanted or what we deserved and so if anyone wants to discuss it, hit me up. Last night was devastating and this fandom has really come together in the past twelve or so hours.
Iām so dissapointed like ... its no joke. I formed honest emotional connetions with these characters & Julie Plec fucked it all up. I love the actors & actresses. but this was shit & Im not okay.
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