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[noobiestnoober]

Ballroom Betreyals (Klaus X F!Reader)

Ballroom Betrayals 🥀 Klaus Mikaelson x Reader | Dark Romance | Psychological Seduction 🥀 At the Mikaelson ball, betrayal tastes sweeter than survival. One dance with the devil, one choice to burn the world. 🔥 Slow-burn tension 🔥 Villainous seduction 🔥 Dark psychological games

The Mikaelson ball glittered like a dream soaked in blood and sin, an opulent masquerade where every polished smile masked sharpened fangs and whispered promises of ruin. Crystal chandeliers bled molten light across the marble floors, illuminating the dancers like insects trapped in a spider's web. Laughter slithered through the air, slicing the night into ribbons of danger and deceit. The orchestra played a waltz that pulsed like a dying heartbeat, summoning every predator in the room to the feast.

You felt Klaus's presence before you ever laid eyes on him—an invasive pull, a dark gravity that gnawed at the edges of your sanity. He prowled through the crowd like a storm stitched from nightmares, and before you could slip away, his hand clamped around yours—a grip that could have crushed, yet instead demanded submission.

"Smile, love," he hissed against your ear, his breath a venomous seduction. "Or I’ll peel your pretty little lies apart in front of all these vultures."

You summoned a brittle laugh, tilting your chin up in a desperate performance of indifference. His gaze pinned you, molten gold and merciless, as his hand branded your waist—not a lover’s touch, but the iron grip of a captor savoring his prize.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Klaus murmured, each word laced with threat and dark amusement. He spun you violently, your skirts flaring like a fresh wound, daring you to stumble, daring you to bleed. "One whisper from me, and this fragile little empire you've spun collapses."

Your heart slammed against your ribs, desperate and frantic. He knew. He had always known. Klaus didn't simply hunt—he dismantled, carving away lies with sadistic precision. Still, you met his gaze with a flicker of defiance, a last ember of resistance. "And if you expose me," you said, voice trembling but sharp as broken glass, "what pieces of yourself will you lose with me, Niklaus?"

His smile was a dark, beautiful thing—a promise of destruction wrapped in silk. "Tempting, isn't it, love?" he purred, voice vibrating against your bones. "The thrill of wondering which of us will devour the other first."

He spun you again—faster, rougher—until the world blurred into chaos. When you crashed back into him, he caught you without effort, locking your wrist to his chest, branding you as his creature before all the world.

"Dance with me," Klaus breathed, his voice dripping venom and seduction. "Dance until the music stops. After that..."

He leaned in, lips grazing the sensitive hollow of your throat, his whisper sinking deep beneath your skin:

"Or surrender, precious thing. Let me remake you in my image."

Your breath caught, your body burning and freezing all at once.

"Stand beside me," he coaxed, voice rich and wicked. "No more cowering. No more weakness. I'll teach you how to turn this pathetic world to ash at your feet."

The world spun—laughter, lies, glittering savagery—and for a heartbeat, you saw it: a kingdom built from ruin, a throne carved from betrayal, your hand tucked into his. You tasted terror and exhilaration mingling on your tongue, swallowed them down like wine, and painted your lips with a dangerous, knowing smile. Around you, the ball raged on, blind to the devil’s bargain unfurling like a noose.

Because this was the Mikaelson ball. Because betrayal was not only inevitable—it was delicious. And tonight, in the arms of a villain draped in silk and blood, you knew:

Survival was no longer enough.

Tonight, you would choose to burn with him.

[thebigbadwolf-tvd]

🩸 FIC DROP — “The Gospel According To No One”

Fandom: The Originals / The Vampire Diaries Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader (f!reader, no Y/N) Rating: E / Slow Burn / Enemies to Lovers / Eventual Smut Chapter 1 — ongoing longfic | 1.4k words | READ ON AO3

made a klaus x reader fic because i havent been able to find the true depths of the unholy, aching, tragic, slow burn tension that i need.

this fic is my love letter to his emotional damage. and to the girlies with bloodlust and abandonment issues.

chapter 1’s all groundwork. chapter 2? blood, sweat, and tears. mine and mc's — and therefore yours.

Summary:

In a city where loyalty bleeds and monsters wear crowns, something tears loose. Turned against her will and dropped into the heart of New Orleans’ supernatural underworld, a sharp-tongued waitress finds herself locked in a dangerous game with a creature carved from legend—who takes interest like it’s ownership. There is no god here. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s scripture carved of rot. And yet… something like devotion still survives.

Prologue

If one more table snaps their fingers at me, I’m dumping a beer straight into someone’s goddamn lap.

This job is shaving years off my life. And it’s only been – what? Three weeks? Four? I’ve never been a people person, but this shit is a whole other circle of hell. Pays the bills, though, and that’s what matters. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway. Weird how you can always tell when someone is watching you; the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Comes with the territory, I guess – being paid to smile and serve. Still feels creepy, though. The regular crowd is mostly unremarkable. Locals, tourists, the occasional twat who thinks he’s cool because he’s ordering an IPA. I prefer the locals. Tourists come in dripping with entitlement, like the city should roll out a red carpet just because they showed up. Yesterday, some smug little prick snapped his fingers at me for another round. Like I'd drop everything I was doing and come running to him. Smiled when I called him ‘pet’. Actually thought I was being sweet. I guess Americans eat up anything you say if you have an accent. Lucky me. There’s a guy that sits at the end of the bar. Tips like he’s trying to impress someone. Not me, obviously. I don’t do ‘grateful waitress eyes’. Always the same drink. Bourbon, neat. Some Prohibition-era bullshit, probably. Matches the coat. He doesn’t talk much – at least not to me. Just watches. Bit weird, but by far not the worst I’ve seen. … God I fucking hate this job.

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My gaze lingers as she drifts through the room; fluid, detached. The dim light paints shifting shadows across her face. I catch the subtle crease in her brow, a faint tension that those without a keen eye might miss. But I see it – of course I do. I revel in the minutiae.

I see the way her words lash, like a whip of barbed wire. How her eyes narrow, just a fraction,  when someone dares to laugh after she’s gutted them. The subtle flare of her nostrils, the purse of her lips when another drunkard gets too unbridled. And the twitch in her jaw when someone is audacious enough to speak to her like she’s disposable. She smiles only when required – and even then, it’s all teeth. No warmth. No real effort to pretend. It’s fascinating to watch. Her loathing is palpable – thick in the air, bitter on the tongue. Still, she remains.  Foolish, really, to waste the impermanence of one’s mortality in a place that leeches the soul. And yet... there’s something exquisitely amusing about watching her play the part, begrudgingly, with a mouthful of sarcasm and unrepentant snark. I recall the first time she truly caught my attention. About a week ago. She was taking an order from a booth across the room when a patron began hollering obscenities at her. His breath was a sour fog, his words muddied. Couldn’t handle his liquor, I suppose. But she fired back with a heat I’ve since learned to recognise – ever-present, simmering just beneath the surface. The storm within her – the ache, the fury, the steadfast refusal to yield despite the world’s demands – ensnares me. And quite frankly, it’s a remarkable feat she hasn’t been fired yet. A man in a booth calls out to her as she passes. She glances at her wrist and keeps walking. “Off the clock,” she shouts back. He’s left sputtering, eyebrows drawn in confusion at her unexpected apathy. I feel the quirk at the corner of my mouth before I can stop it. She unties her apron and makes her way toward the bar – shoulders tense, chin high. My gaze follows her. This isn’t her usual routine. She catches me watching, my lips curled. I lift my drink in silent cheers. She gives a half-hearted shrug and looks away without a second glance. Doesn’t give me the satisfaction of a response. Interesting. Most people at least flinch beneath a stare like mine. Instead, she orders herself a drink, though I can see the faintest ghost of a smirk on her face. It vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared, as though it never existed at all. Once she’s served she takes the glass with muttered thanks, turning toward a back corner table where the shadows pool thick and undisturbed. She sits alone, still, nursing her drink in quiet solitude, head resting against the palm propping her upright. I watch, waiting – for what? I’m not certain. Her fingers thrum against the glass between sips.

For a moment, I turn away. There’s nothing more to see – or so I think.  Then I hear it. The buzz of a phone against the table. Something shifts. A heartbeat – sharp, fast, like the beating of a bird’s wings against its cramped cage. I look back just in time to see her spine go rigid. She’s up and out the door before I can blink. Curious.

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I flick my lighter – once, twice, three times – before a flame finally catches.  Fucking finally. If it took any longer I’d have thrown the damn thing across the street. I take a long drag and let the smoke fill my lungs. It’s almost enough to dull the ache in my chest. Almost. It’s always the same fucking thing. The voice on the other end – rough, apologetic, stuck on the same goddamn loop. Moved to New Orleans and it still follows me. I exhale sharply, watching the smoke curl up into the night. There’s something almost comforting about the way it fades away. Wish I could disappear that easily. How many times have I been here? Holding my breath, keeping the rage and disappointment behind my teeth?  Too fucking many. Another drag. I try to force my thoughts into the quiet. There’s nothing to be done – at least not tonight. I’m halfway through burning the cigarette down to the filter when a voice cuts through the stillness behind me “Not the best idea to leave a drink unattended,” he says, calm – almost amused – as he steps into view. The glass in his hand is extended toward me. “I thought you might want this back before it goes to waste.” Great. Richie Rich himself. I don’t know how long he’s been standing there. The sudden sound of his voice makes me jump, and I curse under my breath. “Jesus christ, do you make a habit of sneaking up on people?” My voice is taut as I turn to face him. His eyes seem to light up – a stark contrast to the rest of his sharp features. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, but I swear I can see his mouth twitch. Asshole. I narrow my eyes, studying him. He only raises an eyebrow, gaze flicking to the drink in his hand. He gives it a small shake — a silent question, a not-so-subtle reminder. “Right,” I mutter, reaching for the glass. I take a long sip of my drink. His gaze is hot on my skin. Steady, unwavering; like he’s trying to dissect me. The silence is thick enough to choke on.

“Something bothering you?” His eyes drop down to the cigarette still burning in my hand and then back up to my face. “You seem… preoccupied.” I don’t answer right away. His words hang in the air like a bitter aftertaste.  Maybe it’s the way his gaze feels like it’s peeling something back, or maybe I just don’t feel like explaining myself to a stranger. “I’m fine,” I say at last, voice sharper than I mean it to be.  “Just enjoying a smoke.” The quiet stretches between us, his gaze still fixed on me. For a moment, it feels like he's just watching me breathe — measuring something.  I huff, drain the cigarette, and knock back the rest of my drink in one go. “Thanks,” I mutter, clipped, as I hand him the empty glass and turn away. I stalk off before he can say another word. I’m not about to let myself be held hostage by small talk.  But as I walk, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Is he still there? Watching me? I shoot a glance over my shoulder – just to check. The doorway’s empty. Okay. Post-waitressing paranoia. It’s late. I’m tired. And the temperature’s fucking subterranean. I tug my coat tighter and quicken my pace anyway.

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[strawberryxpie]

Little Salvatore Chapter 4

You began to wake up, you could hear voices. "Wait, she killed a man?" You could hear Damon say, "Way to go little sis, didn't know you had it in you." He didn't know you were up, so you decided to screw with him. "Thanks," you said sitting up as your brothers rushed to your side. "God I feel like my skin is on fire." You said confusing your brothers, you then noticed Elijah in the doorframe. "The man, is he- did you-" you could barely get the sentence out, "I took care of it." Elijah said giving you a look that read as sadness. It suddenly hit you that you killed someone, your breath caught and tears began to well up. "Shhh, it's ok little sister." Damon noticed immediately, grabbed a hold of you and held you. You couldn't calm down, your body shook with sobs. "If you'd like I can help. I can make it hurt less." He offered, you didn't want to forget the man but you also knew there was more important things at hand. You nodded, he turned to look you in the eye, "The man you killed was a sleaze, you didn't mean to kill him. Calm down." You waited but the calm never came, you felt the same. "Why didn't it work?" You cried, Damon and Stefan stared in shock they began to shake their heads. "Who was your father again?" Elijah asked softly, you looked at him, "We don't know." Stefan looked at Elijah, "Why?"

"Because one of the few types of people who can resist compulsion, is werewolves." Elijah said carefully, your sobs slowed and Damon stood up. "Wait, are you trying to say she's a witch and a werewolf?" Your eldest brother asked obviously confused. "It's possible if her father was one. Rare, but possible." Elijah explained. "There's a full moon tonight." You realized, it'd be your first transformation. "Yes and incidentally that mean Klaus will also perform the ritual tonight. Which is why I came." Elijah said, "We can go down to the study and talk." Stefan offered, you weren't ready to move as everyone started to leave Stefan looked back at you. You shook your head, "I need time, I'm sorry." You stated, Stefan nodded and walked over to kiss your cheek before he left. You couldn't believe everything you figured out in the past couple days. You felt your phone buzz, you grabbed it and looked it was the unknown number again. Klaus. If you hadn't, I would have killed him for touching what's mine. This upset you as you had killed someone, they're dead because of you. For the first time you texted back; How dare you! I killed someone, he was someone's father, husband, brother, son, he was was someone's something! Even though human life means nothing to you it means everything to me! Rot in hell!

You began shaking you were so mad, probably the werewolf side talking but mad none the less. Next thing you know you hear a loud crash and go running. You run into Damon's room to see him and Stefan fighting, Elena is on the floor blood on her mouth. You ran to her, "What happened?" She looked at you, "He-he force fed me his blood." She said referring to Damon. "YOU WHAT?!?" You screamed as him and Stefan fought and Damon stabbed Stefan in the stomach with a stake. "DAMON!" You yelled at your older brother, he turned and walked out. Elena moved to help Stefan, as did Alaric who apparently was just normal Alaric and Jenna was sent to get blood bags for Stefan. You decided to run after your brother who was pouring a glass of bourbon you grabbed it from him and drank it. "Wanna tell me why the hell you did that? No wait let me think just like with Kat you and Stefan are both in love with her?" You were angry, Klaus had showed he didn't care about human life but you feel like your brother just did the same. Instead of answering you he just left. Not too long after Stefan left with Elena. You found Elijah who was packing away the elixir he was talking about the previous day. "Apparently they won't need this anymore, vampire blood renders it useless." He explained you nodded. "Got one for werewolves?" You joked, he chuckled. "Sadly, no. You know you can't be around tonight, your wolf form will want to kill any vampire in your sights. Your bite is lethal to vampires." He explained to you. You nodded, "I'm not sure where to go, I've never- I don't know where to go to keep everyone safe." You looked down, you wanted to ask something but didn't know if you could. He looked at you, "Is there something else?" He pushed. "Well since you asked, um, Klaus said something while in Alaric's body and he must've known it got under my skin when I learned it was him. Because he somehow got my number and sent it to me again. He said "you're not bad looking" when I asked why he would've asked me to save him a dance. Why would he do that?" You asked, he stood there. "I'm not sure, other than the obvious, you're not bad looking Y/N. Perhaps he truly wanted to get under your skin." Elijah said unsure, you blushed as you once again were complimented by another original. You nodded and said goodbye to Elijah as he went to prepare for tonight, he gave you a kiss on the cheek goodbye. You decided to go look for a place for tonight.

You're walking and not really paying attention you bump into a man with blonde curly hair and beautiful blue eyes. "Oh god, I'm so sorry I really need to pay attention!" You apologized quickly, he smiled. "It's quite ok, love." He spoke with a British accent. "Out of everyone to bump into me I'm glad it was you. I'd love to get to know you better but I must go, I have quite the busy day." He said you smiled, "Of course, but why are you glad it's me?" You giggled, suddenly he was gone and you heard in your ear, "Because you're not bad looking." And with that he was gone but your blood ran cold as you had just realized you bumped into Klaus. Your feet picked themselves up and ran back to the boarding house where Stefan was standing sadly, it was now dark out. "Stef!" You choked out, you didn't want to be as afraid as you were but with night approaching and having just ran into the one person you wanted to stay far from, you couldn't stop it. He looked at you, "h-he- I bumped into him." You stuttered out, he held you. "He took her." You knew what he meant, you pulled away as your shoulder suddenly snapped the wrong direction. It was starting. Stefan looked at you and said to go to the basement, there was a kind of cell. No one would be there tonight so you couldn't hurt anyone. As you ran more bones began to break, you screamed. You laid down on the cool concrete floor, suddenly your spine snapped up, your jaw broke and changed shape. As you morphed into a wolf you busted the door to the cell and ran out the door in the woods you ran into another wolf, you both couldn't help but get closer to each other. You both began to play fight, it felt like you two had known each other for a while.

Suddenly you opened your eyes to day light, you were close to the house Bonnie had been staying at, you carefully stood and walked to the house. You could hear Damon so you called to him. He came out and saw you, "Ugh, sis cover up!" He took his shirt off and threw it at you. You quickly put it on, "Thank you Day. How did the night go for you guys?" You asked, he shook his head. "Jenna is dead, Klaus turned her and used her as a sacrifice, Elena is dead but if John is right she will wake up human, and Elijah betrayed us and saved Klaus." Your mouth dropped, "My god. Are you and Stef ok?" You asked, he nodded, "You?" You checked to see if you had any blood on you, you had some on your mouth. Suddenly you remember getting ahold of a squirrel. "Yea, just a squirrel." You responded, "You're on the bunny diet too?" He questioned leading you inside, you laughed. You saw Alaric and you walked up to him silently and hugged him. He hugged you back, "I'm so sorry, I wish I could have saved her." You said sincerely looking at him, he smiled and nodded tears rolling down his face. You walked over to Jeremy and did the same, "You're very kind, you know? You don't even know me." Jeremy said. "Doesn't mean I can't be sympathetic." You said smiling sadly, suddenly Elena wakes up. You back up letting everyone go to her and check on her. You begin to walk outside when you notice John laying on the ground, you run to him and check his pulse. He's dead, you go and get your brothers. Apparently John had Bonnie essentially exchange his life for Elena's. Damon sped you back home so he and Stefan could help get a funeral set up for Jenna and John.

The next day at the funeral you laid a rose down for each of Elena's family members and walked to find your mother's grave. You finally found it and laid a rose down. "I wish you would've told me who it was. It's caused more problems then you could've thought." You said to the stone. That's all you had left of her was a stone. While walking back you could start to hear your brothers talk. "I wouldn't go making any promises brother." Damon said rolling his sleeve up, revealing a wound you could see from where you were. "Tyler Lockwood bit me." Damon said looking at Stefan. "Excuse me?" You said angrily, "so when I ask you how you are you decide not to mention you're dying!" Damon looked up shocked, "Y/N/N, I didn't know you could hear me." You rolled your eyes. "I'm a werewolf now, my hearing and eyesight is better than ever." You said looking over the bite. "We will figure this out Day." You were determined to find a way to save your brother's life. Everyone left the funeral, you sat in your bed trying to figure out the best way to find a cure. You lifted your phone and stared at the screen. "If there is one, only one person would have ever heard of one." You said trying to excuse the text you decided to send. "He is the oldest vampire alive, if there was a cure he'd know about it." You continued to try to come up with an excuse, all the while you felt your heart pick up speed. Klaus, I need your help. You hit send and began to panic. "He probably won't answer, we did try to kill him." You said trying to calm down. Buzz buzz. Your eyes shot to your lit up phone screen. Klaus:Then why don't you come see me. You pulled up the address, grabbed a jacket and started to walk.

You walked up to the door, double checking the apartment number you knocked on the door. It opened to reveal the man you had seen a couple days previous. "You said you needed me love?" Klaus said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, "Your help. I needed your help." You corrected looking at him, you could hear a slurping noise. "What do you need?" He asked, you took a deep breath. "Do you know anything about a cure for a werewolf bite?" You asked hoping he had an answer. "I may have heard of one." He said his smirk growing, "What do I need to do to get it?" You asked knowing he had one but wouldn't give it without something in return. "Well, I am about to go on a little trip and I would enjoy some company. I think you'd make some lovely company little Salvatore." He said looking at you. You knew you had just seen your brothers again and leaving would kill them, but you had to, at least then you could come back to both brothers. "Ok, just please. Help me help my brother." You pleaded. He nodded "I will but you have to promise to do as I say on this trip. Nothing sexual, unless you'd like that." You had to save your brother, your best friend. "You have my word." You agreed, "Then you have mine." He said opening the door unmuffling the slurping noise. "I hope that means as much to you as it did your brother." You said honestly. You walked in seeing what was making the slurping noise. "Y/N?" Stefan said blood dripping off his face. He looked different, scarier.

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[bluedreamkhaleesis]

Imagine falling in love with Klaus after he saved you on a hunt and he tries to convince your brothers, Sam & Dean Winchester, that you're safe with him - even if he is a hybrid.

[rambling-at-midnight]

Don’t You Believe Me?

Request: Could you write a klaus imagine where it’s a couple years post-canon. the reader has been pining for him for ages but swallows it cus they don’t believe he returns their feelings. when he tells them that he loves them they’re just like “lmao sure” cus all of their friends and partners have left them and no one has ever loved them enough to stay so they don’t believe him. They aren’t like sad about it either, just resigned and making light of it to deal with how much it hurts to not be wanted.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (Oneshot)

“He’s probably lying, though,” you mutter to yourself, chewing on your thumbnail as you pace around your small room, bare feet sinking into Emily’s plush carpet with every step. Your phone is in your hand, screen glowing as it displays the nine-word text that’s causing you so much anxiety. When the screen dims, you tap it again. You just need to look at the text in order to get a feel for it.

“What does he have to gain from lying to you?” your roommate, Emily, asks from where she’s laying on her stomach on her bed. Her hair is curled perfectly and her clothes are fashionable and look cute. You don’t know how she does it. You always look terrible no matter how hard you try and your hair can’t hold a curl to save your life. It’s especially impressive considering how just yesterday she’d been bawling her eyes out.

“He could humiliate me!” you exclaim, your voice loud. Someone in the hall down yells to shut up, which in turn makes other people yell at them, until everyone’s yelling and then it lapses into stony, brooding silence. You hiss, “He could be saying it to stand me up or something!”

“Y/N, we’re not in middle school anymore,” Emily responds. “Trust me, no one’s going to be putting in this much effort in order to stand you up.”

“I don’t know,” you say, your phone screen dimming once more. You tap the screen and accidentally on the new message, which means now Charles will be able to see that you’ve opened up the text. “Shit!” You drop your phone like a hot potato. The offending text glares up at you: You know, you’re actually rly cute. Wanna meet up?

“Haven’t you guys been talking for, like, weeks?” Emily asks, blowing a large bubble and sending her friend a SnapChat. “Yeah, trust me, guys like that lose interest after three days on average.” She should know; she did an actual study on the habits of boys and girls when talking to people on instant messaging, and if the male isn’t interested he apparently gives up after three days. You guess she hadn’t studied how many guys cheat on their girlfriends or she wouldn’t have started dating her boyfriend, but she hardly looks worse for the wear.

“What about the outliers?” you ask miserably. Charles is active on Instagram right now, which means he’s probably waiting for your response. He’s seen that you’ve seen it. He might be getting annoyed that you’re taking too long. He might be laughing with his friends about how they’re guessing you’re freaking out.

“The most extreme outlier was a week, Y/N,” Emily says not-so-patiently. She’s normally pretty good at handling you when you’re like this, but recently she found out her boyfriend’s been cheating on her, and she had to pull an allnighter last night to study for her Calculus quiz. Now she’s plotting her revenge on the cheating Michael. “Trust me. Nobody even finds that all that entertaining, anyway. You’re not going to get stood up.”

Your phone screen hasn’t even turned off before you decide, “No, I’m canceling it. Nope. Nope. I’m blocking him.”

“Y/N!” Emily jerks her head up to look at you, brown eyes widening with horror, but you’ve already done it. Her voice is surprisingly shrill when she exclaims againn, “Y/N!”

“Shut up!” somebody yells again, followed by multiple people shushing them.

“Oh, jeez,” you say, your hands shaking as you shove your phone in your pocket. “Nope, nope, nope. Did not like that.”

“You’re pathetic,” Emily sighs, shaking her head. “He was cute. He seemed sweet. You’re just being crazy.”

“I’m sorry, are you standing up for boys in general now?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. “Last time I checked, your boyfriend’s a douche.”

“First of all, no, I wasn’t talking about all boys, just Charles. He seemed nice. Second of all,” Emily glares at you, “low blow, dude.”

“Sorry,” you groan, dragging a hand down your face. “I’m just… not good at this.”

“You just need to get over him,” Emily says, standing up. She puts a perfectly manicured hand on your arm and crinkles her brow at you. “Trust me. Pining over Klaus for eternity isn’t going to make you feel any better. Rebound dudes are the absolute best to date, because everything they do feels so crazy amazing!” She’s already got her rebound dude from Michael picked out.

“I know,” you insist, folding your arms. “I’m getting over him. It’s just… I had a bad feeling about Charles,” you invent wildly.

Emily crosses her arms and raises one skeptical eyebrow. “Mmm-hmm, sure.”

“What about you?” you ask, sitting down heavily on your bed and wiping your phone screen on your jean pants. “What are you thinking for Michael?”

“Honestly, I was thinking about cutting three inches off my hair and posting a selfie with the caption ‘Not gonna miss those three inches, Mike’.” Emily flips her hair over her shoulder and sends another photo to a friend. “What do you think?”

You laugh. “That sounds really funny. I’ll be the first to like it.”

“Honestly, now I think about it, why’d I stay with a guy that barely hits four inches?” she muses, tapping her chin with her pointer finger.

“I believe I asked you that when you started dating him,” you mutter. “And you responded that he was sweet.”

“Character is out,” Emily decides. “The length of the dick is all that matters now, as long as he’s not a total asshole and, like, a wifebeater.”

“As you do,” you nod.

It was the whole ‘your boyfriend’s a douche’ comment, you’re sure of it.

Emily has moved out of the room you shared together.

It’s not like you weren’t expecting it, either; since when has anyone ever wanted anything to do with you? Your own parents abandoned you and when you tried to track them down, they had another little girl and were not interested in talking to you. The rare times you’ve gotten a boyfriend he’d dumped you quickly, unable to handle your fears of abandonment.

Even the goddamn cat you adopted from the shelter ran away.

So no. You’re the opposite of a magnet. Nobody ever wants to be with you. They don’t even want to be in the same room as you.

Your phone buzzes. It’s Klaus Hargreeves, your oldest friend, and you’re trying to calculate how long it’ll be until he leaves you too. Everyone else has. It’s only a matter of time.

Klaus: Hey, Y/N, wanna come over? I’ve got a surprise for you!

Honestly, you’re surprised he’s texted you. He hasn’t in the last three days, which frankly isn’t very unusual for him, but your anxieties are in overdrive and have been since coming home and seeing the ‘Goodbye’ note on the door.

‘Y/N, I’m going to be living with some other friends for the rest of the semester.’

Translation: I’m finally ditching you for my better friends.

‘No hard feelings, right?’

Translation: I’m trying to be as polite as possible, don’t get mad at me for ditching you, you loser.

‘I’ll still see you around!’

Translation: But only in passing; don’t try to talk to me in public.

‘—Emily’

Translation: You were super fucking annoying. Thank God I’m out.

Within seconds, you text Klaus back, saying, What time? And what sort of surprise?

You good to come over like rn?

You don’t have any other classes for the rest of the day, and though you have an essay to write, you can do it when you come home later or tomorrow.

Yeah, sure, I’m on my way, you text back and slip on a pair of shoes before hurrying out the door. On the bright side, you won’t be able to get into any loud conversations and get yelled at anymore. You’re pretty sure the rest of the hall hates you and Emily for occasionally shrieking the most.

Come to my bedroom when you get here ;), Klaus sends you, and you have to stifle a grin. Maybe his teasing is what made you fall for him initially, and the way he’s so carefree. It hurts a little bit, though, whenever he makes a joke about being with you. You know you’re not even an option, but still.

Like Emily had said. You need to get over Klaus. Maybe you should have told him you had to write the essay, but…

It’s too late now for that. Plus, Klaus may get annoyed if you cancel plans with him and not want to hang out with you later on.

The Umbrella Academy mansion is quiet when you push open the doors. Grace must be cleaning elsewhere, and Pogo must be doing… whatever Pogo does when he’s not taking care of the kids. You barely even notice your extravagant surroundings anymore; far too used to them after visiting Klaus whenever you’re worried he’s OD’d on drugs or whenever he’s a little less high and wants to hang out.

Nothing’s changed when you see Klaus’s room. Well, things have definitely changed; there are balloons around the doorway like he’s celebrating something, but that’s just Klaus fashion. For all you know, he could be celebrating something—maybe this is his anniversary of getting addicted to drugs or something like that. Something like that would kill you a little bit to see happen, as it would kill all his siblings, but Klaus is just like that.

And you really do love him.

You push open the door cautiously, half-expecting him to throw something at you as a prank, but all that greets you is Klaus standing in the middle of his room, exclaiming happily upon seeing you.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You can’t respond. You have to take it all in for a second.

For one thing, his curtains aren’t drawn for once to keep the sun from hurting his hangover headache. For another thing, he’s shaved and cut his hair a little bit. The last thing that really stands out to you is that he’s wearing color. In all your life, you’ve never seen Klaus wear any color apart from that pink feather boa, but he’s wearing a tie-dye tank top and loose green cargo pants.

You laugh a little hesitantly, stepping into the room and looking around. He’s certainly seemed to embrace the color; confetti’s everywhere. “What’s going on, Klaus?”

“I’m sober,” he beams, holding up his arms. “Ta-da!”

You’re speechless.

“I know it’s taken me a long time,” he continues, “and I’m really glad you’ve helped me through all the years. But I’m sober and I’m planning on staying sober for the rest of my life. Ben’s helping me realize that I can’t just drink away my problems, you know?”

“Are you serious?” you manage to squeak out.

Klaus nods.

You squeal and launch yourself across the room, latching onto Klaus like a koala. “Klaus, I cannot believe it! Why didn’t you tell me you were getting sober?”

“I didn’t wanna let you down if I couldn’t,” he mutters, squeezing you so tightly you can’t breathe for a second. “And I was planning something.”

“What?” You pull away from him, already regretting the hug because it just made you love being in his arms more. Spending time with somebody probably isn’t the best way to get over them.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to until I was sober.” Klaus sits down on his bed, pulling you down with him, and looks in your eyes seriously. It’s unnerving. You’ve never really seen Klaus serious. “Y/N…” He swallows. “Please don’t say anything until I’m done, okay? I just need to get something off my chest.”

You nod. Oh God, is he going to tell me he’s murdered someone? Can you honestly keep a secret like that for him? You nod, squeezing his hands tightly.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you for a long time,” he says, blushing a bit but refusing to look away from you. “I wanted to get sober for you. I want to have a future with you. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh. You’re supportive and kind. I know that people have left you before, but I promise I won’t. I don’t know if you feel the same way, but if you do…” He squeezes your hands for a second. “I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You want to vomit.

He’s really making fun of you in this way? When he knows how sensitive you are about being abandoned? When he’s probably the only person who knows about your parents and relationship struggles throughout your life?

You swallow around a lump in your throat and croak out a laugh. “Ha, good one, Klaus.” You stand up, avoiding his eyes. “I’m happy you’re sober, though.” You start to turn away, saying, “I have an essay to—”

Klaus grabs your hand gently and spins you around. “Y/N, I’m not making fun of you. I really do love you.”

“Yep, mmhmm, sure,” you say, nodding too quickly, clenching your jaw too tightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I’m not really in the mood for jokes right now; I’m stressed out about this essay that’s due—”

“Y/N, don’t you believe me?” Klaus asks, staring at you. He’d honestly not expected it to go like this—he’s sober; isn’t life supposed to start going right?

You wrench your arm out of his grip. “Sorry, Klaus, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“No, you won’t,” Klaus mutters as you escape the room. He’d imagined that going in a million different ways except that one. “Shit!”

“Go chase after her,” Ben instructs. “We both knew she wouldn’t believe you. At first.”

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Who Are You? Part 7

Pairing: Klaus x Reader (ft. Mikaelson siblings + Davina)

Warning: swearing

Word Count: 4,902

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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Elijah rushed back to the compound where he found his little brother withering in agony. Unusual sight, it was considering it was normally him on the other side. Freya was sitting next to him, applying possible ointment to ease whatever pain he was feeling. Davina and Kol followed in shortly, taking in the sight before them, they too were confused and found it so strange to be witnessing this.

"Are you all just going to stand there?!" Freya's voice screamed, commanding Elijah, Kol, and Davina out of their trance. Quickly, Elijah moved over to Freya and Klaus, lifting Klaus' face to level with his own.

"It's a trick, Niklaus! It's in your head." Elijah's voice was stern and full of worry because no matter what atrocities his brother may commit, he was family and would always be so. Slowly, Klaus began blinking, the pain upon his face fading away and soon he was completely quite. However, the quietness did not last long before his blank expression was replaced by one full of hatred and anger. Swiftly, Klaus stood up, letting out a low, guttural growl.

"I'm going to fucking kill her." was all he said before he disappeared from the sight of his family before they could protest. Worried, panicked looks made their way across the compound, there was no way this could end well.

Kol was the first one to speak, "Look, I don't know what's going on with Y/N, but that crap she just pulled off was not her. I disliked her as much as the next person, but she was okay and defended our family like it was her own. I get being dead for eleven years does a number on ya, but I saw her, spoke to her when she first woke. She was the exact same person she was those eleven years ago. No one goes from zero to a hundred in just a matter of hours." Kol's arm was now wrapped securely around Davina, as if he was still terrified she would disappear.

"Well, I suppose someone ought to stop our brother before he goes berserk on the woman he loves." Rebekah chided, when a beautiful blonde-bombshell came walking through.

"Where's Klaus?" she slowly questioned, stopping on her heels. It was easy to see why Klaus adored the woman, but still it was apparent to his siblings that there was a lingering love inside him for you. Each of the Mikaelson siblings systematically covered for their brother, as there was no need to worry his current flame.

"Out." Rebekah responded, earning a round of nods from everyone in the room. Rebekah then walked over to Caroline, placing an arm around her shoulder. "Perhaps, you and I can go shopping today, love? I've been dying to get my hands on these particular set of shoes." Caroline raised her eyebrow at the sudden kindness she was receiving from Rebekah but she supposed it wasn't unusual seeing as they had both always sort of tolerated each other.

When they left the compound, Freya, Elijah, Kol and Davina began brainstorming your sudden mood change. There were many possibilities but the one that stood out the most was The Hollow.

"I still don't even understand how she took it out. She just stuck her hand in your chest and pulled it out, and according to what Kol told me, she diminished it to nothing." Davina tried to offer an answer. She cared about just as much as anyone else.

"The Hollow isn't in her, Davina, but she did siphon the magic that it had, as she was already pretty powerful before, just imagine her now. When The Hollow was alive, she had the ability to bring you back from the dead, barely blinking an eye. That's not easy stuff." Freya was now pacing back and forth, quietly muttering to herself.

"Maybe she's just tired of the hostile treatment she's been receiving from Nik." Even in such dire situations, Kol could always crack a joke or unsympathetic quips. Of course, this line granted him scolding looks from his older siblings and girlfriend.

"Case in point, we still need to find them and keep them from killing one another, if that's possible." Elijah decided that he would flip every stone in New Orleans if needed in order to find you and his brother. There was a light clicking sound of heels hitting the ground echoing throughout the compound. Freya, Elijah, Kol and Davina adverted their attention the the sound, coming face to face with you since issue with Klaus.

"Oh, this is sweet. Are you trying to find a way to save me?" Your voice was cold and methodical, sending a shiver down Freya and Davina's back. You were leaning against the wall with your arms crossed loosely across your chest.

"Quite honestly, I wouldn't bother. I don't need to be saved and if you're questioning my actions, perhaps you should consider the fact that I've only been back for two days and have been met with nothing but hostility. Consider me hurt." You let out a fake cry before going into a fit of laughter. Looks of confusion struck the crowd before you, they knew you were sassy and witty but right now, you were being reckless and your emotions seemed void.

"Y/N, this isn't you, let us help. Obviously, you didn't mean to harm Niklaus." Elijah said cautiously, edging closer to you as if you were a wild animal he needed to tame.

"I assure you, Elijah- I've never been more myself in my entire life. And as for Nik, I'm afraid that was wholeheartedly intentional. Taste of his own medicine, wouldn't you agree?" There was a low sound of throaty growling behind you and you smirked to yourself, twirling around, your sight lands on a pair of angry, flaming blue-green eyes and you felt your breathing hitch. Even though you were pissed-off at him, he was still beautiful to you. How ironic.

He stalked towards you in a deathly manner, and to anyone else, that would have made them get the hell out of dodge but due to whatever current state you were in, his actions did not faze you. "Nice to see you finally decided to join the party. Are you a part of 'Operation: Save Y/N' also?" Perhaps that wasn't a terribly smart thing to say because once again, Klaus slammed your entire body against the wall, only this time it was harder and more anger filled, causing bits and pieces from the wall to fall down. You let out a low groan, and much to Klaus' surprise, you once again laugh. A laugh so genuine, yet so fake. Is that even possible?

"Looks like somebody's got anger issues." in one swift move, you push Klaus away from you with such force, he landed in front of his siblings on his back. You arch an eyebrow in defiance, eyeing the man warily. His curly blonde hair was slightly a mess, a gentle stumble on his beautiful face. You sighed to yourself, the two of you had been through so much together and although they only knew you for four years, you've known for ten, sitting in the background quietly observing them live their lives. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that Niklaus Mikaelson was not exactly a forgiving man.

Klaus began walking towards you again when suddenly, a horrible pain shot through your head, causing you to let out a blood curdling scream. You clutch fistfuls of your hair in both hands, falling to the ground. You mumble under your breathe. "Circe.." your anger was growing and started to fight back, only to be met with another wave of immense pain. "Get out of my head!"  You scream at the top of your lungs, paying no mind to the worried faces surrounding you. Before you could utter another word, you whole world with black.

It was white all around you, nothing but a blanket of white. You couldn't see anything, but you could hear her soft hums- Circe. Wildly, you twirl around and there she was, standing before you, looking like an angel of some sort. Her tawny-brown skin radiating in such an atmosphere. You felt warm- safe, something that you hadn't felt in so long.

"Circe.." your voice cracks, hot tears threatening to spill over  and feel a soft wave of sob racking over your body. Circe slowly walked up you, not saying a word as she pulled you into a loving embrace. The feeling was so real, yet you knew this was just a figment of your imagination, after all, Circe had said that the first time she visited you. For a second, you were lost in the comforting feeling but quickly, your anger shot through again.

"Leave me alone!" you scream at Circe, pushing her away from you. She didn't react like you expected her to, then again, she was in your head... right? And then it was again, that head-pounding pain that made you feel like you were being shot a thousand times over. Another scream ripped through your lungs, leaving your throat sore and your voice hoarse.

"Get out of my head, I don't want you here." you were being so cruel to the only woman that you ever considered a mother, but at this point you didn't care. All you felt was anger and hatred towards everything and everyone around you. You felt a sharp sting across your cheek and for a moment, you were confused until you realized that Circe had slapped you. "That's impossible, you're not real!"

Circe kneels down next to you, just as last time, and gather your face into her hand. "Oh, I am very real. You may be the only one who can see me, but I assure you, I am just as strong in here as I was in the real world. My child, you are now more powerful than ever, strongest creature to ever walk this earth. I knew this when I made you, but do not think for one moment that you are invincible. Everything that lives can die as everything that once died can live. If you continue to refuse to get your anger under control, you will wipe out everything in your path, no one will stand a chance, not even yourself."

"Then explain it to me, Circe. I woke up after being dead for eleven years and not even two days after that, I've practically waged war on a man that I love, despite the crude treatment I've received from him. Albeit, his anger is justified as if someone did to me what I did to him, I would hate everything too." Slowly, very slowly, you felt all of this anger begin to flow out, let go of its hold on you. But of course, things are never that easy.

"You absorbed The Hollow's powers, and that combined with the ones you already had shot your emotional and mental state through a turmoil, your abilities and powers are at war with hers, do you understand? You're in a never-ending cycle of fight or flight mode but every single time, you choose fight." By now, Circe was sitting next to you, her hand gently caressing your own. Soft hums came from her mouth as you began asking more questions.

"Oh, I understand perfectly. Basically I've gone nuts? That's really great. It's your fault, you're the one who told me to take whatever was residing in them. I didn't even know what I was doing until it was too late! And yes, I'm angry Circe but I think I have the right to be. I didn't ask to come back, but here I am because you couldn't stand the possibility of me dying."

Circe scowls at you, pursing her lips as she looked like she wanted to slap you again yet she resisted. "Truthfully, Y/N, you were not supposed to come back. The spell that I devised was meant to protect you from the ancestors, prevent them from shredding your soul, but I think something took it own course and brought you back. I can feel your power now, feel it radiating off your skin. You're indestructible."

"You just said I wasn't." you scoff at the woman, turning your head away from her. "No, I said you were not invincible. You will still break, and cry, and scream, and feel everything that's inside of you and if you let it, it will destroy whatever makes who you are as a person."

Slowly, oh so achingly slowly, you let everything in all at once and then it crashed into a tsunami, washing over you. How could you have so much pain, so much angry, and hurt when you've only been alive for two days? It made no sense, whatsoever. You look up at Circe's lovely youthful face with tears spilling gently down your face. "It's only been two days Circe, but I'm empty inside. I mean I have this anger but it doesn't do anything for me, I'm empty inside and I don't want to live but now I'm too scare to die. God, I think more than anything, I'm petrified."

"I know child, but I must beg of you, let go of the anger you're feeling. I understand you have every right to be so, however that anger is only going to fuel this... bomb and if it keeps growing at this rate, you won't be able to stop it. Do you know what I'm saying to you?" Your eyes shoot down as you were afraid to look Circe in the eye, because you knew that it was going to take more than some head intervention for you cast away the hurt and pain that you felt.

Meanwhile

Elijah, Freya, Klaus, Kol, and Davina were standing around you as you laid on the floor screaming in agony and yelling at an invisible fiend. Without a second thought, Kol lift you into his arms and placed you on the couch, genuinely worried about whatever the hell was happening.

"Who's Circe? She's said that like three times now." Davina questioned, crossing her small arms around her body. "I really don't care because I'm going to kill her." Klaus charges after you yet again only to be stopped by Elijah shoving him back. Standing tall and proper with one hand nestle in his pocket and the other aimed towards his little brother, he spoke in a stern voice. "You will not   lay a hand on her, do you understand me Niklaus?"

Klaus stared incredulously at his family, were they actually choosing you over him? Especially after what you did? He threw his arms in the air as an act of surrender. "Fine. You're all pathetic wasting your time on that wench." and at that, he vanished from their sights.

Rolling his eyes and focusing his attention on you, Elijah sighed deeply. He did not condone your actions, nor what you did to Klaus both now and eleven years ago but he was moral and compassionate man. Over those four years that you stood next to him and his family, he grew to trust you with every once of his being which is why he wasn't so quick to pass judgement, he knew there was something more to whatever was happening to you than just a little spat between you and Klaus.

"You know, I think she mentioned Circe the night she got back. Said it was her creator or whatever." Kol mentioned as he brushed away the stray hairs from your face. You appeared to be sleeping but it was evident that you stuck in some kind of nightmare.

"She was created? That's not possible." Davina stuttered out, she was confused and baffled but who could blame her though? The idea that a human being could be created from nothing was baffling. "I've seen that name mentioned in mother's grimores. Not too often but some of her spells were made because of Circe, like some were her idea or were made with her blood and whatnot. Esther had this immense appreciation for the woman. And if I have my history right, Circe was banished from her coven because they didn't agree with how she used her magic, but she was really powerful and I think they were afraid of her. And if what Kol's said it right, that Circe created Y/N, she is so much more powerful than she's ever let on. I have no doubt that the little fiasco she displayed with Nik was only a fraction of her actual power. She was strong before and in the wake of her resurrection, she appears to be even more so. Y/N is not someone we want as an enemy. I don't agree with what she did to Klaus but to be fair, it wasn't exactly uncalled for." Freya was pacing back and forth across the compound. Whatever you were dealing with right now, she just sincerely hoped that you would not wake even more angry than before, because she knew with all her heart, that if you did, there would be a good chance she, along with her siblings would perish.

"Is she crying?" Everyone's attention shot straight back to you and sure enough, your cheeks were wet with your tears. They didn't know what was happening in your head but everything in them prayed that if there was a merciful god or devil, that it was not going to send you into a turmoil.

The hour hand on the clock ticked by and you remained stuck in your head, battling whatever demon had come after you. One by one, the Mikaelson's left your side as it became apparent that you were not waking anytime soon and the sun was beginning to rise once again over the buildings.

Surprisingly, Klaus made his return home, expecting to find you gone but instead his eyes rested upon your seemingly sleeping face. For a brief moment, he was angry again as the feelings of despair and hurt from all of those years ago began to rise but just as quickly as they came, they dispersed into nothing. He walked slowly over to where you laid and sat next to your unconscious body, trying to organize his shattering thoughts.

Not that he would ever mention it out loud, but on some degree, he knew that his treatment of you was uncalled for, however, given to his vampire-werewolf nature, violence, anger, and hatred were some of his most heightened emotions. In his mind, he had the right to be so, after all, you did only leave him a little letter, never even giving him the chance to fix it. Although, after eleven years, he knew there was no way that he could have helped you, but that never meant he wouldn't have tried. Suffice to say, you broke his heart.

Klaus was about to leave you alone when he noticed your eyes fluttering, as if they were struggling to open up. He watched intently for a few minutes when your eyes opened and you shot up from your spot on the couch. For a few seconds, you were confused, trying to remember where you were. Looking to your left, you saw Klaus sitting in front of you, not saying anything. Instead he just watched you with some kind of burning curiosity. This definitely was a peculiar situation because at any given chance, he could jump at you and end your life, this you knew with all your heart.

"Why?" That was the first thing to fall from his beautiful, plump lips. You narrow your eyes at him slightly, combing your fingers through your frizzy hair. "You're going to have to be a little more specific, Nik." You say, practically taunting him. There was a low growl in his throat which he bit back. It was like he was actually trying with all his might not to go after you. "Why would you write that letter? After that night we spent talking about the dangerous future that laid ahead of us, you pretended everything was okay. I left you that morning believing I'd come home and find you asleep or something. Instead, I watched as you slowly faded away from me. I was angry with you for a while, but eventually I moved on, with Caroline." You were biting the inside of your cheek so hard now that you tasted blood. If you were being honest, you only faintly remembered the letter you wrote him, and the events that took place after it. Refocusing your attention on Niklaus, you watched as his blue-green eyes flared with emotions that you couldn't read. "And then, eleven years later, you just walk in. Which brought back those same feelings I developed the day you died, and then you went and messed with my head, made me think I was the one dying and I'll tell you this, I don't like people messing with my head, sweetheart." Klaus continued on, intertwining his large hands, as his elbows rested on his knees. He was dangerously close now, you could smell his musky cologne and faint tint of blood— his dinner, most likely.

"If you want me to be honest, Nik, I don't remember what I told you that letter which has your emotions all over the board. However, I do remember who I was and so I can tell you, that chances are, I wasn't pretending everything was okay. If anything, I was far from it, but there was absolutely nothing you could have done to fix it. And telling you would had only wasted the last moments that I would ever spend with again because I know— I know, without a doubt, that you would have looked through hell and back to find a way to save me." You crack your neck, releasing some tension that had built up, then proceeded to tuck your legs underneath you. "And now, obviously I'm not the same Y/N that you've all come to know. I have little to no tolerance for those who have no respect for other people or their lives. When you found me the next day, and started threatening me, something inside snapped, much like you, I do not respond kindly to those that threaten me. You were hostile and cruel towards me, and showed no sign of resisting. Fight or flight response, Nik." You cock your head to the side, eyeing him warily and leaning towards him, close enough that you could spot a small spec of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Klaus abruptly leaned back in his seat, creating distance between the two of you. He looked as if he was seriously considering what you were saying. Hmm— who knew, perhaps this could be the first step of getting your old life back, for the most part anyway. Then to your ultimate surprise, Klaus whispered something that you never thought you'd ever hear, so much that you were sure you imagined it. "I loved you." you stare at him shocked, sure the feelings that the two of you had for each were strong, but you never thought it to be that strong on his end. For a few moments, you consider what to say, feeling the burning and intense fervor of his gaze, you on your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way to eloquently form a sentence. "I loved you also, actually I'm sure that I still do, my feelings for you never faded away. But, it doesn't matter anymore, you're with Caroline now and from what I can tell, she's an amazing woman, you have a good thing going on with her and the two of you have a complex, long standing history. I love you enough to know that I need to let you go so you can have the life you deserve.... with her."

You weren't sure if Klaus could tell you were holding something back, but you prayed he didn't. This was the first time since you'd come back that the two of you actually had a conversation, it was completely peculiar and you didn't really know how you felt about it, yet, you knew that you liked the sensation. "So, that's it? You're making decisions for me again?" Klaus asked defensively, causing you to let out an exasperated groan. "Did you become more thick-skulled in the eleven years I was dead, or something? I'm not naïve, Nik! You loved Caroline way before you met me and even after we were together, I know your heart still felt something for her. It was always your intention to be her last love, right?" You squint tiredly at Klaus, feeling the warm heat from the Summer sun that was almost completely risen. "But that was before I met you." he responded simply, running his fingers through his curly hair, letting out a low breath. You let out a low growl that resonated deep in your throat, he was being impossible.

"Are you really going to make me fight you over every single thing I say?" You question, propping your head on the back of your hand, Klaus merely tosses his hands in the arm, a nonchalant look on his face, Gods he was absolutely aggravating. Shaking you head at him, you force a smile down, he always somehow managed to make you laugh even when you were pissed off at him. And it was even more hilarious to you due to the fact that both of you literally tried to kill each other only a few hours ago. You study him, closely watching the corners of his mouth also fighting a smile. It was something that always happened whenever the two of you had a fight, somewhere along the line, you would both just be silent and stare at each other, waiting for one of you to break. Granted, it was usually you. You drop any eye contact with him and begin focusing on fiddling with your fingers, it was strange that you were beginning to feel nervous in his presence- giddy almost. Well, that's not good. You think to yourself as you let out a cool breath.

"So what now? Do we forgive and forget, go back to our merry little lives?" Klaus asks, straightening up in his seat, genuinely interested in your answer. You stay quiet for a few moments, relishing in this calm feeling you were developing which you hadn't felt since you got back. "For the most part, yes. You'll continue your life and I'll go find mine. I should have left the moment after I helped you and your family. Obviously, you've all built some kind of calmness in your hectic lives and you and I were on the breech of becoming full-blown enemies which would have not boded well." you crack a funny smile, letting out a mirthless laugh. Klaus taps two fingers against his chin, remaining silent and seemingly taking in the quiet atmosphere around him. "What will you do? Run off to Paris? Plan world domination?" a cheeky smile formed upon Klaus' beautiful face and you could not help but laugh, a true, actual laugh at that.

"That's somewhere on the list." You laugh again, getting up from your spot on the couch and stretch. "It's quite peculiar how you managed to invade my life, Y/N. I've only met a handful of people who I still remember to this day, one thing for certain is that you've definitely made your mark." This confession nearly shocked you, Klaus never really was one who poured out his feelings and thoughts, he didn't like being vulnerable. Klaus also stands up and even to this day, you liked the way he towered over you, he was sort of like this form of protection, in a way. You let out a long sigh and stare at the entrance. The sun was fully risen and there was the gentle sounds of morning chatter. You focus your attention of him and take in his features, it was funny how even when you hated him or wanted to kill him, you still loved him, loved every aspect of his entire being. Was that even possible?

"I supposed I should head off now. Places to be and whatnot." You speak and deep down, you did not want to leave him again but of course, it was the smartest thing. You rest your hand on his shoulder ever so gently, it was like your touch was phantom one. You begin to walk away from him and you were just outside the compound door when suddenly you feel your entire body being yanked back. Before you had a chance to register what was happening, your lips collided with Klaus', so passionate and hungry. The kiss left you nearly breathless but you quickly regained your composure as you stepped back from him. For a few moments, the two of you look at each other, complete serenity.

Klaus moves away from you and inclines his head, eyeing you devilishly. "Goodbye, sweetheart." and with that, he sped away, leaving you by yourself. You touch your lips and feel your cheeks turn a rosy red. "Goodbye." you whisper quietly as you walk down the streets of New Orleans, slowly leaving behind every shred of your old life with each step.

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Vows

Fandom: The Originals 

Paring: Klaus x Reader

Prompt: (Requested) 30 “the vow doesn’t mean anything to you.” 32 “You mean the world to me.”

Warnings: None

Word count: 1668

A/N: I hope the story is up to your expectations. I have to admit I had no idea where to start. I hope you enjoy!  

“Where are you going?” Y/N rubbed her sleepy eyes, and as her vision become clear, she realised that her husband Klaus is getting dressed. “Go back to sleep, love.” He said as he was putting a leather jacket on. “I will be back soon.” He added and leaned in to kiss her. Then he left their bedroom.

Klaus and Y/N were living in the mansion with Klaus’s siblings, his one-night stand and his daughter; surrounded by enemies, constant threat and very little friends. And now that they were married, Y/N was in more danger than ever and since she didn’t want to go through the change yet, she was an easy target for Mikealson’s enemies. To protect their home and the most vulnerable members of the family – that being Y/N and Hope -  Y/N become the owner of the mansion and only invited could enter.

Y/N loved Klaus. She fall in love with him three years ago, when she came to New Orleans as a tourist after her parents died in the car accident – it is safe to say that winter roads plus New Year drunkenness equal drunk road pirates. – when they were coming home at night from their friends’ party. She was supposed to stay for a couple of days with her friends when she met Klaus and knew that he was the one she wants to be with. Since then they were like that; bonded by pure love. The day of their mirage was the happiest and saddest day of her life. She was filled with joy because she finally found her prince charming, but she was devastated because the two most important people in her life were no longer with her. Thanks to Klaus she had now a new family, a new life. They all accepted her as their own. She become best friends with everyone in the family. However, sometimes she wished it was only her and Klaus. The two of them with a family of their own. She never told anybody, especially the hybrid because she didn’t want them, him to think that she was selfish. So she kept it a secret. Weeks passed by and her sadness deepened, especially now that her king was never around, she falls asleep alone, and most of the time she woke up when Klaus was getting ready to leave. She missed him. His touch. His warmth. His essence.

Y/N sat on the couch in the living room, she was reading a book and sipping green tea from her favourite cup that she bought in Paris when she and her lover were on their honeymoon. Intensely focused on the love story, she was reading; imagining the prince in the book, that she didn’t realise that her own walked in.

Klaus was leaning against the doorframe. He observed his beautiful wife, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was his, and he would do anything for her. He still did not comprehend how she, pure as an angel could fall in love with a monster like himself. He let out a breath he did not realise he was holding and Y/N’s attention shifted from the book to him.

He walked up to her and sat beside her. Klaus extended one of his arms, and she came to his embrace. “How was your day, love?” He started the conversation. “You know the usual stuff.” She said. ‘Like what?” He questioned. “Well, I made myself breakfast, then I took a shower, cleaned a little, then I painted a little, okay more than a little, and now I am reading some book I found in the library.” She listed. “Seems like a busy day.” She nodded, and he added, “Wait a minute, did you only eat breakfast?” He looked at her with frowned brows and playfully angry eyes. “It is very possible.” Y/N answered. The hybrid rolled his eyes and took her hand motioning her to get up. “Come, I’ll make us something to eat.” She smiled and took his hand, getting up really fast. She lost her balance half collapsed into his arms. “Are you alright?” Klaus was worried. “It’s nothing.” She said taking his hand, walking to the kitchen.

Y/N sat on the countertop and Klaus prepared them dinner. The house was quiet. Rebekah and Freya went away for a shopping trip. Elijah took Hayley and Hope to spend some time together, and even Kol found himself somewhere else to be so the two of them could be alone for at last couple of days. After they had dinner, they sat on the couch in the same spot as before. They cling to one another telling the ridiculous stories from their past. It was so cute just the two of them. No one to interrupt. No worries. Just peacefulness. One thing led to another, and now in their bedroom, they were reliving their first honeymoon night.

The weekend was lovely, but like most things, it came to an end. The mansion was full once again.

                                                  Three Weeks Later

For some reason, you become angry. At everything and everyone.

“Urgh, where is it?” You searched angrily for your bracelet; the last gift from your parents. You crawled under the bed to search for it, but instead of finding the jewellery, you found a spider. And you being hysterically afraid of them you screamed, lifting your head instantly and you hit yourself, shouting ouch, and desperately getting out of there. “Y/N, is everything alright?” You recognised Elijah’s voice. You sat on the floor, your back resting against the wall. You breathed out loudly and tilted your head back to face the vampire. “Yes, I’m fine.” You lied, in reality, you were an emotional roller-coaster, in one moment you were happy and then seconds later you wanted to cry and the next you were angry. Truthfully you didn’t understand why. “It’s just-“ You continued “I lost my bracelet, and I wanted to look for it under the bed, and instead of finding it, I found a bloody spider.” You rolled your eyes. Elijah smiled amusedly. He lived for thousands of years, and there were not many things that could scare him, especially the most mundane things such as spiders. “I am sure you will find it.” He smiled kindly. “I hope so.” You said sadly, not looking at him. “I think I’ll go for a walk, to calm down a little.” You announced and got up getting your jacket which rested on the floor as you had a tendency to throw thing and clean them up later. “Would you like me to keep you company?” Elijah asked kindly. “No, I need some time to think.” You smiled in apology. “As you wish.” He said, and the both of you silently went down the stairs.

You left the mansion and was on your way to nowhere in particular when you hear. “And where do you think you’re going, love?” You rolled your eyes annoyed. Not turning around, you answered your husband. “For a walk. Alone.” Your annoyance clearly noticeable in your voice. “I am sorry, love, but it not safe for you to be out and about especially alone.” He replied calmly and added. “How about we go home now, and I promise that we will escape the town for a weekend. We can go anywhere you want. Deal?” You knew it was not an argument you could win. Because the truth to be told he would not let you go alone. And it would end up with you back in the mansion. However, stubbornness was something you got from your father, and so you decided to pursue your plan. You started to walk. With a speed of a wind, Klaus was standing right in front of you. You crossed your hands and squinted your eyes and pursed your lips. “You know it is dangerous, Y/N.” “It is always dangerous, now get out of my way Niklaus.” The moment he herd his full name leave your mouth he was confused, you only used his full name when you were angry with him. So, what did he do? He questioned in his thoughts. “What’s wrong? What did I do?” He asked, his voice filled with hurt. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I need to put everything together. I am scared, Klaus. Every time you leave, I’m scared that you will not return to me, to us.” Tears were fighting their way to escape, but you fought them back. “I am scared that the promise we made, that the vow doesn’t mean anything to you,” You couldn’t fight it any longer, and you let the tears loose. Klaus swallowed hard and stood there like a statue, while you continued to speak. “I understand you made a vow to your siblings and they made one to you. But I- I can’t, I’m lost, I don’t know what to do, now that I-“ He didn’t let you finish as he took you to his embrace and gently pressed his lips to yours. “You mean the world to me.” He said against your lips and then pressed them back to yours. “I am sorry if you felt abandoned by me. It will never happen again. I swear.” You smiled through your tears which were like a wild waterfall streaming down your face. He cupped your cheeks and softly whipped the tares off. “I need to tell you something.” You said to him. He looked deep into Y/E/C eyes. “What is it darling?” A cheerful smile appeared on your face. “You need to promise that you will stay calm.” You toyed with him. “I cannot make such promise, love. But I will try.” He said seriously but playfully, attempting to match your tone. You leaned in and whispered in his ear so nobody else could hear you. You wanted to share this moment with him and only him. Your warm breath made him shiver awaiting the news, and then you said sweetly “I am pregnant.”                  

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Lost Love

a/n: just a small drabble about my sweetheart Klaus. hope y'all enjoy it.

warnings: none.

requested: yes.

Klaus Mikaelson was currently sitting at a dark corner of his bed, watching the slightly pale form of his beloved lying asleep in front of him. Her chest was moving at such a slow pace, anyone without heightened senses would have guessed she was dead. And she was indeed, for a long, long time. 

As the man lied by her side, pulling one of her cold hands into his, the memories started rushing back. How they met under a swaying tree in front a calm river, they way she laughed at his sarcastic comments. He was enchanted by her ever since he laid eyes on the sweet girl, over a thousand years ago, back when he was nothing but a fragile human. It wasn't long before they tied the knot, both happy to be each other's partner. Y/N would wake up a little before him so she could watch the blonde curls scattered across the rough pillows, he would cook her breakfast and they would spend the day on the village with their parents and siblings. The couple was living a fairytale. Until the full moon came and took Henrik away, breaking the Mikaelson family for good. Suddenly, they were struck with grieve and sorrow. Y/N wanted to be more supportive, yet, Niklaus kept pushing her away. She wasn't sure of what she should do to comfort him. Nonetheless, time passed and as it did so, Esther grew mad. She, then, turned all of her children, Y/N included, into monsters of the night. Bloodsucking vampires who would feast on other lives to survive. God, Klaus watched his sweet innocent girl cry tears of blood the first time she lost control, killing a single person. If only his wife knew what evil he had done after she left him... To this day, he hadn't been able to forgive himself for her death. Especially because she died trying to save him from Mikael, over two hundred years ago, when they were first in New Orleans. She stayed behind and his own father stabbed her, causing the girl to burn in front of him. A little after, Elijah came, saving them both from a certain death. It isn't needed to be said that Klaus was never the same. He became the devil himself without the angelic touch of his wife. "Brother, you have been here for hours..." "I want to be here when she wakes." The blonde Mikaelson whispered, tightening the grip on her smaller hand. "God, I missed her, Elijah!" "I know you did, brother, and I'm glad you found her again." Elijah smiled to his brother, a spark of happiness glistening within his mocha irises. A weak cough was heard and all eyes turned to the beautiful girl on the bed. She had a white, long dress on while her hair was locked in two perfect braids. She slowly awoke, still dizzy, not sure of what was happening on her surroundings. "Where am I?" Her voice quizzed, a bit hoarse. "N-Nik is that you?" "Oh, love, how I have wished to hear you calling for me again!" Klaus leant in, pressing his pink lips against one of her temples. "Are you feeling okay?" "I'm dizzy and nauseous, but okay, I guess. W-What happened? All I can remember is Mikael-" Her voice died as the realisation struck her. "How?" "It doesn't matter, all it matters is that you're here." Y/N sat upright on the bed, stretching, feeling her muscles start the activity again. The hunger burning her throat, making her wince in a minor pain. Klaus suddenly became worried, his arms wrapping the girl in a strong hug. "Bring her food, brother." He requested, seeing Elijah agree quickly. "Are you really okay?" "Yes, I'll be okay. But I have a lot to catch up." "Oh, my darling, I will tell you everything. But first let me get you back on your proper health." "Thank you, Nik... I see you never stopped being this loveable person." "That's all because of you, my love. You make me a different person, your love does it." "Oh, Nik." A few tears streamed down her cheeks. "I love you..." "And I, love, never, ever, stopped loving you." They pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss, both eager to make up for the centuries lost.