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saintsir4n · 2 months

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HAIR

in which klaus is taught how to braid his son’s hair.

PAIRINGS: 21st century klaus and adrienne mikaelson. (malachai is around 2 years old)

WARNINGS: FLUFF

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“It’s different to how you were taught handsome. I know you used to braid your hair and Rebekah’s when you were kids but our son’s hair texture is different.” Adrienne paused as she sat up in their bed. “It’s a mixture of both yours and mine and that just means you need to be more gentle with it because the curls are thicker and tighter but can be loose in other places.”

Klaus just listened, knowing that was best… for now.

“And the oils for his scalp will work wonders.”

“He’s always itching his scalp,” he murmured, recalling the times his son was in discomfort.

“Our scalps dry out quickly. But I tend to wash his hair more often because of his hair type.”

Klaus’ eyes raked over the many products sitting on their bed. Sure he noticed how much his wife would go through back when they started dating, then when they got married and even more so when she was pregnant with Malachi. He was invested in the time she spent doing her hair and often asked questions, sometimes the wrong ones, but she never grew angry… mildly irritated yes, but not angry.

He saw how long it took for her to gather her kinks into buns or part them into cornrows or twists. Pregnancy had made her hair even thicker and he loved it, and only was allowed to touch when she gave permission. When his hair grew out, she often recommended products that would help define or strengthen his locks which he deeply appreciated.

But there were times that Klaus watched Malachai sit in front of his wife, toy in one hand and snack in the other whilst his hair was parted and put into cornrows, Klaus was slightly envious. He couldn’t help it, it was who he was. Their child only verbally communicated if he was comfortable and Klaus realised that whenever Adrienne did Malachai’s hair, he spoke the most, babbling away in his soft southern accent about his day. Which was adorable as Malachai was only two years old, but Klaus had enough and decided to ask his wife for some tips.

When raising Marcel, he always kept his hair short as a prevention, it felt wrong yet it was the norm. Even now Marcel rarely allowed his hair to grow out and everyone knew him for it.

“You ready?” Adrienne’s voice broke him from his thoughts.

Klaus slowly nodded as their toddler shuffled into the room, with his box of snacks — a mixture of healthy and unhealthy of course, but somehow he would always sneak chocolate into his vast room.

“Mama,” his cyan eyes settled on his mother first, making her smile as he was pulled up onto their bed and found his place around the dozens of products. “Hi dada,” he waved at his father who gently smiled at him.

They were all wearing loungewear, Adrienne sported one of her husbands Henley’s, as did he, but she wore nothing but shorts underneath whilst he wore jogging bottoms purely for her satisfaction. Malachai was in his pyjamas and had been all day, only changing into another pair after his morning bath. His socks were off and thick curls down to his tiny shoulders.

Klaus pulled his son onto his lap, and pressed a kiss to his head that would instantly gain a squeals in response.

Malachai didn’t focus on anything else that was happening now his mother gave him a toy to play with.

“Make sure he stays distracted,” Adrienne advised and passed him a bottle full of water.

Klaus hummed, heart hammering in his chest not wanting to distract his son as soft music began playing in the background. Adrienne had told him to gently spray water in his hair and he did, the action didn’t halt their son in any way, although his face scrunched up at the feeling.

The toddler remained quiet, not like he would say much.

“Now the comb…” Klaus listened to his wife as he followed her guidance.

He winced whenever he tugged too hard or heard his son whine. He knew he wasn’t hurting but to him it felt like he was.

“And hairbands, just keep them on your wrist.”

“You have an endless supply or so it seems,” Klaus remarked, as he gathered one side of Malachai’s hair up so it wouldn’t flip on the other.

“And so will you,” Adrienne snorted. “Now detangle,” she saw the apprehension in his eyes as he did. “You’re not hurting him.”

Klaus said nothing in return and just nodded as he combed out any knots in his hair. There was slight shedding but it was expected.

Each time Malachai would groan he would stop but Adrienne would distract the toddler, dazzling him with magic or just plain words.

A tender smile tugged at Klaus’ lips when his wife spoke, captivating both Mikaelson males even whilst he attempted to plait his son’s hair. His hands had to be gentle yet firm.

His heart beat grew tame as he got the hang of it, the cornrows were looser than he wanted but Malachai didn’t fuss as he continued.

Adrienne reassured him with another nod.

“And now the other side…” Klaus let out a sharp breath when he realised he was almost done.

Spray, part, detangle, oil scalp, braid… his mind was stuck on a loop, and he was grateful for it. He was grateful for Adrienne’s words and his son’s unexpected patience.

Mikaelsons had none and everyone knew it.

“Daddy’s almost finished,” Adrienne cood, “did you want to watch ms Rachel before bed Mally?”

“Not that aggravating woman,” Klaus grumbled.

“Nik. It helps with his speech.”

“He has selective mutism. That woman would more likely regress his bloody speech.”

“Niklaus —“

“ — done?” Malachai croaked out, looking up at his father who plastered on a grin when he stared at his work.

It could’ve been better, Klaus thought to himself but he nodded.

“I’m done little Fenrir,” he voiced.

“T-thank me,” Malachai beamed, scrambling his words up, making his parents laugh.

“It’s you, Mally,” Adrienne corrected but he didn’t understand.

“Thank me,” Malacahi repeated and bounced off the bed and skipped over to his box of toys.

“Malachai, no running,” Klaus’ words fell on deaf ears because their son did the exact opposite. “Authority doesn’t register with him.”

“Because you spoil him,” Adrienne claimed.

Klaus softly scoffed, “It’s the Lumiére genes, he doesn’t listen.”

“Fuck you,” Adrienne muttered, aware of how their son would listen at the worst times.

“I’d very much let you,” Klaus sent her a wink, as Malachai’s eyes darted over his toys, thinking of which one he would play with next.

“Mikaelsons are spoilt. Look at you.”

“What?”

“We’re getting distracted,” Adrienne sighed, waving off the argument and grabbing ahold of his hand, “you did his hair.”

Klaus’ face lit up, “I did his hair.”

“Now, only 16 more years to go,” she laughed at his deadpanned look, “And Nik…” she leaned closer, lips trailing his ear, “Good Job.”

His smile grew once more as he pulled his wife into his hold, careful of the hair products surrounding them. Adrienne’s praise meant the world to him, as did his son’s happiness.

The very son who was none the wiser as his parents beamed at him playing.

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this just reminded me that wash day is coming up soon and I cannot be asked. I got inspiration from a mum on tiktok who was doing her son’s hair and thought about how klaus would help malachai with his.

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saintsir4n · 1 month

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UNCOVER

in which malachai discovers the truth of his father and mother’s history.

WARNINGS: 21st century the mikaelsons. (malachai is a teenager in this)

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“Malachai…” Klaus gulped, eyes wide like saucers when he saw his son stumble into the room that was a violent tip.

Another argument between his brothers was only made worse by the little home truths he wished to forget.

Adrienne turned away when she saw the sight of their teenage son dealing with a range of emotions.

The teenager gulped, as he stared at his father, “You didn’t think I was yours?”

Klaus rapidly shook his head, panicked, “That’s not…”

“You didn’t want me,” Malachai breathed out, daring to spare a glance at his paternal uncles who looked dishevelled.

But blood wasn’t the only thing splattered across their faces, their guilt of knowing the truth was evident.

“Of course I wanted you,” Klaus rushed out, honesty clinging to his tone.

Malachai gritted out, “Then why did Uncle Kol say that?”

Klaus' furious gaze narrowed onto his brother who stiffened, “You can’t trust a word that he says.”

“But I can trust Mom’s face," Malachai's voice cracked, making his mother's pained expression deepen, “It’s true, isn't it? What he did to you. What he did when you were pregnant with me.”

Adrienne couldn't lie to her son, not with the tears pooling in his eyes, driving a sharp pain towards her chest. She didn't dare look at her husband or her in-laws. Even after the shock of her pregnancy and the heartbreak of its reveal, it was a feeling that never left her. She knew that Klaus loved Malachai, just as much as he loved Marcel and it was only a matter of time before the truth of that destructive night came to light.

And one bad comment from Kol did just that.

So Adrienne tried, “I promise I’ll explain.”

Malachai sniffled, “But he just said —“

“Perhaps we should leave the room," Elijah suggested.

“You’d think you would’ve already done that," Klaus sneered, glaring at everyone who wasn't his wife or youngest son.

Elijah's face hardened, “I’m trying to help.”

“You did more than that," Kol remarked, removing glass shards from his chest.

Klaus shot back, “Oh you’re one to talk, you were just as much to blame as me.”

“Brothers, not now," Elijah exacerbated, missing how Adrienne tried grabbing her son's trembling hand.

“Stop with the secrets, just tell me," Malachai snapped.

Adrienne mumbled, seeing the rage forming in his cyan eyes, “Baby, maybe we should talk about this at a different time.”

“That would be best," Klaus hastily agreed.

Malachai argued, “No.”

“Malachai," Kol sighed.

"No.” Malachai's glare grew at his uncle.

Elijah tried, “Aesir maybe —“

“Shut up!” Malachai’s yell got the attention of Rebekah, Finn, Marcel and Hadeon who all rushed into the room, stunned by what was happening. “All of you, tell me what happened all those years ago, or I swear to God I’ll leave.”

Hadeon immediately jumped in when the ground trembled and his nephew's eyes flashed, “Malachai, please calm down.”

"You’re hurting yourself," Marcel and Klaus chorused, the latter's face appeared horrified.

“I’ll tell you,” Adrienne rushed out, placing her hands on Malachai's cheeks.

Klaus's eyes pooled with tears, “Adrienne.” Malachai would think of him differently, he was sure of it. "Please."

Adrienne's lip quivered, but to stop her from deliberating, her son said, “No lies.”

His tone was as serious as his father's, so she had no choice but to repeat, “No lies.”

“Tell me what Dad did to you, to us.”

And so she did and soon they'd all live to regret it.

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saintsir4n · 4 months

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MEET THE MIKAELSONS

where klaus and Adrienne do a GQ interview

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"Nik, stop sulking," Adrienne laughed at her husband, knowing he wanted to be anywhere else. She motioned for him to smile, but he simply ran his hand through his curls that he decided to grow out, then threw up his hands and gestured for questions, "All alright, let's get this over and done with," he murmured, earning another giggle from his wife. "You heard the man, quiet on set guys," she mimicked him, drawing laughter from the crew and a small smile from the hybrid.

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"Love, come here," Klaus whispered as the crew were finishing setting up their mics. "We have to sit in separate chairs," Adrienne replied with a pout and before he could reply, the main producer who stood between them said, "When it's time for Adrienne to ask questions, then she can sit on your lap or whatever you prefer." Klaus hummed in satisfaction, making his wife smile, "you happy now?" She asked, "I will be when you're next to me," his answer made most of the crew stare at them in adoration and awe.

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Marcel told me to tell you not to piss off Mom with your answers, Klaus rolled his eyes at the message he received from Malachai, then showed it to his wife, who immediately laughed, "They're right." Adrienne stated, shrugging before adding, "but, we should tell them not to watch this when it comes out... right?" Klaus pondered as he put his phone back in his pocket, "...right."

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Adrienne sat comfortably across from her husband who played with his ring-clad fingers and brushed his hair out of his eyes. His long-sleeved henley shirt tightened around his arms with every movement. He sat there staring at her with a slight daze with one leg over the other waiting for the make-up team to finish her touch-ups.

Adrienne wore a double denim co-ord; her short skirt revealed her silky legs, similar to the jacket that left a few buttons undone, showcasing that she was completely topless underneath until every few minutes her husband moved her goddess braids to conceal what only he got to see.

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"Hey guys I'm Adrienne Mikaelson and-" she quickly got cut off, "and many people call me Klaus the mad," Klaus stated with a grin, staring at the camera as Adrienne chuckled, "No one calls you that," she paused and turned to the camera, "no one does."

"I don't appreciate the dishonesty Ria and neither do the fans," Klaus responded smugly before the producer nicely asked them to reintroduce themselves.

"Let's do this again," Adrienne said, shooting her husband a pointed look, that he raised an amused brow at. "I'm Adrienne Lumière."

"What?"

"...And we're getting divorced."

"Cut the bloody cameras!"

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"Take three," the producer slammed down the clapperboard, then nodded to the couple who were currently flipping each other off, "Guys behave please."

"I'm Adrienne Mikaelson and this dashing man is," Adrienne gestured to her husband, who smirked at the compliment, "Niklaus Mikaelson and I'm here to best my wife."

Adrienne threw her arms up in the air as Klaus covered his grin with his cards.

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"Take four and guys-"

"Shannon, I dare you to slam that clapperboard down again," Klaus warned the producer who swiftly looked at his wife with pleading eyes.

"Nik, be nice or you won't get the prize," Adrienne said with an innocent shrug, "what prize?" he quickly leaned forward, waiting for her response, "You know those lingerie sets I got from the Fenty show I performed at?" she lowly spoke, making his eyes widen, "you will never see me in them if we don't get through this okay? now pick up your jaw from the floor and introduce yourself properly."

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"Hello people I don't know or will never meet," Klaus gritted out, "I am Klaus Mikaelson and this is my darling wife-" Adrienne continued, "Adrienne Mikaelson and this is the GQ couples quiz."

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1. How many tattoos do I have?

Adrienne didn't even need to think before she answered, "He has five, the birds on his shoulder which connect to a feather, Marcel and Malachai's birthdays and he has the word 'enigma' for me."

"Easy question love," he winked at her.

"Shut up."

"Harsh."

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2. When is my birthday?

"8th of April, he's an Aries with a Gemini moon," she answered, brushing her shoulder.

"I wish I could fathom what she said," Klaus spoke, looking directly at the camera."It's a very simple thing," Adrienne said, glancing around at the crew who nodded, then shrunk back after noting the glare on the hybrid's face.

"Simple my arse."

"And what a lovely ass it is," Adrienne blew him a kiss, causing a red tint to kiss his cheeks. "Moving on," he whispered with a bashful smile.

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3. Who fell in love first?

"Nik, definitely Nik."

"How could I not," Klaus said, staring at her, "pan the camera to my wife." The cameraman did just that, zooming in on the woman who had been at the top of many lists for the most desirable woman for a few years now. Adrienne giggled and covered her face, "stop it and ask another question."

"Oh is the pretty girl shy?"

The crew couldn't help but stare at them in awe, well until Adrienne began to threaten him.

"The pretty girl with put you into an early grave if you don't do what I say."

He feigned shock, "Romantic isn't she?"

"Yeah yeah."

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4. Favourite part about my personality?

"He's constantly trying his best, whether helping me with my work or being more patient with our family and always trying to be there for me. Always trying in his own ways. Which is very comforting."

"Thank you, my love," he couldn't stop smiling.

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5. Where did we have our first date?

"In the Euphoria, we both shared a beignet and just talked for hours. It wasn't meant to happen, he tricked me into it."

Klaus chuckled, "You didn't say no."

"Because of his stupid smile," Adrienne pouted and he started to boast, "I do have a great smile," Klaus nodded to himself, earning a few chuckles from the crew. "Calm down, I slapped you on that date," Adrienne taunted, making him roll his eyes.

"Can't imagine why," they heard the main producer whisper to herself, which caused Adrienne to snort.

"What was that Shannon, could you speak up this time?" Klaus asked loudly, startling the poor woman.

Shannon nervously waved him off, "Oh nothing, next question."

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6. Have you ever written a song about me?

"I've written many songs about you honey," Adrienne cooed as she blew him a kiss, causing him to jokingly catch it and place it on his chest. "Many albums were written with Klaus the Mad for inspiration," he was about to continue but she hastily cut him off, "not Klaus the Mad, about you making me mad, sad, happy or..." she trailed off, leaving him to finish "loved and horny?"

"Yes."

"And she has won many awards that she dedicates to me and our family each time. Usually, I come last in the speech, because she adds some words that one could only use to describe a man so great."

Adrienne playfully rolled her eyes at him, "so humble."

"Wait, how many paintings does Klaus have of you?" A member of the crew yelled from afar, catching their attraction. Klaus grinned and gestured for his wife to answer, "From what I've seen and what I've peaked on, possibly thousands. That's not an exaggeration is it Nik?" The hybrid bashfully shook his head then replied, "Give it take a thousand."

"But most of his most popular and most famous work is hung in the Louvre, the Victoria and Albert Museum, The National Gallery and the Rijksmuseum," she listed making him smile brightly, "you remembered." He was taken aback by her knowledge, sometimes he thought she wasn't listening whenever he ranted but she always was.

"Of course I did, I need to visit the new masterpiece in Amsterdam," she paused noting the blush kissing his cheeks, "is it of me?"

Disregarding her first question, he said, "I'll take you there for your birthday since you've been dying to go for a while."

"Awe, you remembered."

"Of course, we've been together for what feels like a century," he teased knowingly, which the crew laughed at, believing it to be a joke.

"Til flere århundrer nik."

"Til flere århundrer min kjærlighet."

"Y'all can speak old Norse? How isn't that a dead language?" Another crew member spoke up after he used Google Translate to decipher what had been said.

The couple laughed to themselves before Adrienne replied, "Like we said, it's felt like a century..."

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7. What is my worst quality?

"Your paranoia, it even makes you not trust me sometimes and you end up acting like a dick."

"Apologies," Klaus murmured, averting his gaze, feeling his wife's eyes burning into the side of his head.

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8. What turns me on?

"Other than me being me, he loves when I wear his clothes or when I'm angry. When I shout at him, that usually gets in the mood so quickly." Klaus stiffly nodded at her answer, earning a few questioning looks, "You're turned on now aren't you?"

"...no."

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9. My favourite relative?

"Other than me and our sons, definitely either Hadeon or Rebekah."

Klaus couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing his siblings would start on him when they saw him.

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10. Which one of my friends flirts with you too much?

"Kai and Lucien, Kai because he acts like I named our son after him and it pisses Nik off a lot. Lucien because he always flirts with me, especially when Nik is around," she informed the camera. "Don't forget Stefan," Klaus added, earning a hum from Adrienne, who said, "Definitely Stef."

"Stef?" Klaus asked with furrowed brows, "Since when did you call him Stef?"

"Oh god."

"Take a point away from her Shannon!" Klaus yelled, making Adrienne throw a water bottle sitting near her at his head, "Take five off for grievous bodily harm."

"Shut up."

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11. Favourite sex position?

Adrienne snickered at the question, as did Klaus.

"He has three," she began to list as he stared at her heatedly, "but he loves cowgirl because he loves it when I take control even though he will never tell anyone about it." He tossed his head back with a groan, "Love-" she quickly cut him off, "What? It's true."

Klaus snapped his head towards the main producer, "Shannon, she doesn't get the point if she lies right?" Shannon vigorously shook her head, before answering, "No she doesn't Mr Mikaelson." Adrienne gasped, "I am not lying."

"What are the other two positions then?" Klaus retorted smugly.

"They are kids are watching," Adrienne said in a hushed tone, to which her husband shrugged, "They've definitely heard worse." Adrienne couldn't disagree, "Sorry babies," she apologised to the camera, then turned to her husband and continued her list, "missionary, and the speed bump."

"The what?" someone from the crew yelled out as many people chuckled.

"You've never heard of it before?" Adrienne asked through her laughter, whilst Klaus stared at the camera confidently, "It's basically when the girl or guy is on their stomach and they are getting hit from the back and their ass is like a little speed bump."

Klaus turned to her, ignoring the laughter from the crew, "You love that don't you?"

Later, she mouthed making him grin.

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12. Do we have a sex tape?

Adrienne rolled her eyes whilst the rest of the crew waited for her answer. Klaus turned to her, lifting the cards to block his face and mouthed, 'Just say no'.

"Shannon, he's telling me to say no," Adrienne quickly snitched on her husband, whose mouth gaped open. It didn't help that the people around them were laughing alongside the witch. "Shannon, stop rolling or I guarantee someone will stop breathing," Klaus hissed, causing the life to drain from the producer's face and all laughter to stop.

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"The answer to that question was no, aren't I right my love?" Klaus insisted, staring at her with a pleading expression.

Adrienne stifled a laugh, "Mmm."

"What was that?"

She quickly cleared her throat and stated, "Yes, we do not have a sex tape, nor would we ever make one because it is bad and could have consequences if anyone were to ever find it... like your children."

"Or siblings or friends," Klaus quickly added, with a nervous look.

"Next round!"

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1. What's my favourite food? And don't say anything inappropriate.

Now sitting on her husband's lap, she waited for his answer. He was far less stingy and calmer as she combed her fingers through his hair. When he decided to answer, a cheeky smile kissed his lips, "Anything phallic." Adrienne immediately smacked his chest, ignoring the studio worker's laughter and hissed, "Shut up."

Still chuckling, the hybrid restated, "Fine my sweetheart likes pastries, can eat them all the time," he informed the camera, "Yes I ate them a lot when I was pregnant," Adrienne added, causing his grin to widen, "which reminds me, perhaps you should be agai-."

She cut him off, with a warning tone, "Don't."

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2. Where's my favourite place I like to have sex?

"Other than the Bentley?" Klaus inquired and she nodded. "Any public place really."

"Shannon cut out the last part," Adrienne demanded, pinching the bridge of her nose, but her husband had other ideas, "Shannon, you will do no such thing!"

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3. Who's my best friend?

"Rebekah will hate me for saying this, but Clementine or Valerie. I still don't like Valerie." he quickly added the last part, staring directly at the camera, whilst Adrienne just glanced at him, "She doesn't like you."

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4. Your Favourite body part of mine? Keep it PG, please.

Klaus stared at her, with a highly amused expression, "If I keep it PG, then I would be lying," his statement gained a few chuckles from the crew, which grew when Adrienne flicked his forehead, "So vicious. But honestly, it's your face. Your beautiful face, that I continue to fall in love with more and more each day."

"Awe," the camera crew cooed as Adrienne hid her face in the crook of his neck until he decided to tease her more.

Klaus cleared his throat, "But as for my second favourite body part of yours, that has to be your v-"

"Next question!" Adrienne shouted over him.

"I was going to say your voice," he mumbled innocently.

"That's not a body part Nik!"

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5. What do you do, that turns me on?

"When I look at you in your eyes," he answered immediately, not breaking eye contact, making his wife very flustered, "You're so annoying," she groaned and looked away. Lowering his head and trailing his fingers down her back, he whispered, "You're turned on right now aren't you sweetheart?"

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6. What's a favourite moment of mine?

"You and Hadeon burning-" he quickly received a pinch to the neck, "that's not PG," she warned, shooting an innocent smile to the camera, then turning back to her husband, who begrudgingly spoke, "Fine giving birth to Malachai." his answer, earned a snort from Adrienne, "Fuck no, he nearly ripped me in half, you could've just said us being in Chicago."

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7. What is a favourite moment of mine that we've shared?

"Renewing our vows in Paris," she grinned at his words, then said, "Loved that."

"I love you."

"I love you too... sometimes."

"Adrienne."

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8. Do I have any tattoos?

Klaus chuckled to himself then turned to the camera, "She has one on the inside of her thigh and when the first time I saw it I-"

"Can he be censored, Shannon?" Adrienne pleaded.

"Don't bloody censor me, Shannon."

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9. What do you love that I do? And kids are watching this.

Klaus picked up her available hand, "She's a supportive and powerful woman, whenever I'm shutting down and feel borderline homicidal..." Adrienne shook her head at the camera, "He's kidding." Klaus continued, 'I'm not, but when it happens she is the most patient and understanding person in my life, whenever she's not a pain in the ass."

"Prick."

"Love you too."

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10. What am I like when I'm drunk?

"She's needy but I love it, she gets very sentimental," Klaus said, with a loving look in his eyes, to which he gained a chaste kiss from Adrienne

"I'm always like that."

"Yes, but it's adorable when you're drunk."

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11. Do you want to have more kids?

"Personally, I want a daughter," Klaus answered, turning to his wife, "Fine, then you can push out a daughter." she countered, making the crew laugh around them. "I want a little girl to raise," he huffed out, not taking his eyes off Adrienne, who decided to entertain the idea.

"What would you name our daughter?" she asked, to which he replied, "Well Malachai is named after an Angel, not Kai Parker. Marcellus is named after the god of Mars," he watched as an idea lit up her eyes, "What about Evangeline. It sounds angelic and Godly?"

Klaus happily clapped and discarded the remaining card in her hands, "Evangeline. Greek for good news and what great news she'd be when she is born in less than 10 months to come. Great idea love, Evangeline Mikaelson. it's decided!"

She quickly shook her head, "Not it's not."

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"Thank you, GQ, my wife and I are off to make another child," Adrienne didn't have time to object because he swiftly picked her up and she had no choice but to hold on.

"No, we're not!"

He tore off their microphones and shot a nod to Shannon, then the rest of the crew, "Goodbye!"

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POST CREDIT SCENE:

"No," Klaus stated, shaking his head at his wife's outfit for the interview, he had already tried to suggest something else before she walked out of her dressing room. "I'm wearing it, end of discussion and I see how you are looking at me, stop acting like you don't like this," Adrienne replied, waving him off as she came to stand In front of him, watching as he looked her up and down.

"Out," he demanded the workers who were trying to do their job. He needed to talk to his wife in private, so it wasn't long before they all rushed out of the green room and the door slammed shut.

"Adrienne," she didn't have time to react before he picked her up, drawing a yelp from her as she wrapped her legs around his torso and settled her arms around his shoulders. "What beloved?" She teased, catching the lust-filled glint in his eyes. "How long do we have until we have to do this God-awful interview?" He asked, trailing his hands over her behind and lowering his mouth to her jacket.

She gasped when he undid the two buttons with his teeth, revealing her breast to him. A growl emitted from his throat as he dragged his eyes up to hers. "We have thirty minutes..." she breathed out, making him run his tongue over his teeth.

"...we'll need an hour."

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a/n:

That is the end to my dark twisted fantasy’s story on wattpad I hope you all enjoyed it. I thought I addd a cute little one shot of them in the further.

it's been over a year and I'm so happy and grateful to all the people who have been here since the beginning and the most recent readers, who haven't stopped voting and commenting.

this was Adrienne's story and it's sad to say goodbye to one of my faves and all my other oc's. writing to her with everyone especially klaus was so special and so bittersweet to me and I loved every second of it.

- liv

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BARBIE PLEASE!

Adrienne wants to go and see Barbie but klaus is reluctant.

PAIRINGS: 21st century Adrienne and Klaus.

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“Its an artistic movie!” Adrienne stressed.

Klaus scoffed from where he stood in his art room, “Barbie is hardly artistic love.”

“So a movie dedicated to womanhood isn’t artistic?” She feigned shock, seeing him turn to her in disbelief, disregarding his many easels. “You think women shouldn’t have a voice to express themselves is that it?”

“I said nothing of the sort,” he scrunched up his face at the insinuation.

She frowned, “I cannot believe you.”

“Your hyperbolic nature is consuming you Ria,” he remarked putting down his paintbrush.

“You ass!”

“I have no reason to go and sit through such a piece of work.”

Adrienne’s face dropped, “Fine.”

“Just fine?” Her conceding that quickly came a shock.

An uncomfortable one at that.

“I’ll just ask someone else to see it with me for the 6th time, since my husband is too callous to go,” she said rather innocently and took out her phone.

“And now I’m callous,” he murmured, materialising in front of her.

“Stefan would be a good movie buddy to accompany me. I should give him a call.”

He snatched her phone from her grasp.

A smirk tugged at her lips at the ire blaring in his eyes.

“I could just go over to his house,” she proposed.

He gritted, “That’s is a 14 hour drive.”

“4 hours on standard plane, but 2 on a private jet which we have…” she shuffled back, “so I guess I should go and pack.”

“No. Stay here,” he ordered, earning a scoff from his wife.

“And why should I?”

“Because I’ll go and see that bloody film with you.”

“Are you sure you just said —“

“Yes I know what I said now go and get changed.”

“Phone,” she held out her hand to which he so gently placed her phone in, “thank you hubby.”

“Go.”

“Love you,” she pecked his lips before she giddily ran out of the room with the biggest smile on her face.

Klaus rolled his eyes but couldn’t shake the warm feeling in his chest.

He was going to see Barbie.

Ah, the things he let his wife drag him into.

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MYSTIC BALLS

what if adrienne and klaus go missing during the mikaelsons ball?

I could imagine adrienne wearing such an old Hollywood look for her ball gown which klaus would buy for her. Hair curled and styled in side part. It would be everything .

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE!

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“Kol invited the Bennett witch?” Adrienne asked, not bothering to subdue her amusement.

“You would’ve known if you and Niklaus hadn’t spent the entire afternoon confined to his room,” Elijah retorted, polishing his dress shoes for the upcoming ball.

He was irked that Adrienne and Klaus were not taking it seriously. Rebekah had left their family home, Kol was in the living room trying on a suit with Finn who he ignoring his youngest brother’s attempts at cracking crude jokes.

“Well your brother gives the best hugs, he hugged me so tight, my pearls popped off, so we had to spend the entire night looking for them. Isn’t that right love?”

Adrienne giggled through her explanation.

“Accurate recollection of our night together,” Klaus smirked, interlinking their fingers. “brother let my wife breathe she barely slept, not with our Pearl searching.”

Elijah grimaced, “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, let’s hope you put your antics to bed—“ his eyes rolled at their snickering, “when you will attend the ball.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re giving us any choice brother,” Klaus narrowed his eyes.

Elijah hummed, “Good, because I’m not. We are starting an anew in our old town and we have to try.”

“Yay,” Adrienne fake cheered, much to his dismay. “Nik, do you have my dress?”

Klaus nodded, smiling down at her, “In a box in your room my love.”

Adrienne squealed, “Can’t wait, now Rebekah and I have booked a manicures and pedicures. Whenever she gets back from inviting Stefan —“

“— she’s actually inviting him?” Kol strolled into the room, wearing the suit that was being tailored. “I thought he was courting that Doppelgänger?”

“Elena Gilbert,” Elijah stated, readjusting his tie after settling his dress shoes to the side.

“He was dating her,” Adrienne reiterated.

“Trouble in paradise,” Klaus informed with a cheeky grin.

“The annoying one is interested in Elena too.”

“Damon?” Klaus smirked at his wife’s disgust. “Yes he’s relentless with his attempts to woo her.”

“So you have that in common with him,” Adrienne mocked.

Klaus’ face dropped.

Kol grinned, “She’s got your there nik.”

“Shut it Kol,” Klaus snapped, turning to him.

Kol mocked, “Shut it Kol.”

Elijah cleared his throat, “Your juvenile disputes will cease for the night Nikolai. The treaty we have still stands, it must stand.”

A mirthful glint swam in Adrienne’s eye, “A treaty I tricked the Bennett witch into signing. It declares that if they dare start a war with us, or directly or indirectly provoke us into retaliation, her powers will weaken and then they’re truly defenceless.”

Klaus stared at her in awe, “Isn’t she clever?”

“Thank you handsome,” Adrienne gave him a quick peck, ignoring the groans she heard, just before they all heard the front door open, “Oh that must be Rebekah. Won’t leave you too long Nik, I know how testy you get without me.”

“Be safe,” Klaus said softly.

She snorted, “Why would I with the hybrids you have clinging to my every step?” She strutted away, “Come on Bekah.”

The youngest Mikaelson brothers turned back to each other after the front door shut.

“Let her breathe for once Nik. That begs the question, have you ever peed on her to show all the other monsters in this town she’s not up for grabs?” Kol taunted, dropping back into a chair.

Elijah turned up his nose as Klaus glared.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’ll ask Enny when she returns,” Kol muttered.

Klaus threatening stepped forward, “You won’t dare.”

“A thousand years old and you’re acting like children,” Elijah remarked as Finn strolled into the front room, surveying the childish scene.

“Like you’re any better Elijah,” the eldest Mikaelson murmered, clutching onto a book he was reading.

Kol and Klaus started laugh, the latter lowered himself onto a chair and picked up one of his sketchbooks.

“I am not a child.“ Elijah exclaimed, turning to him disbelief, “Finn.”

A smirk played on Finn’s lips, “That’s not what Clementine relayed.”

Kol and Klaus laughed even louder.

“She what?” Elijah was a picture of aggravation.

“Oh I cannot wait for this ball, maybe you should invite sweet Clementine Finn, she would certainly love to let loose, break free from our noble brother’s chain,” Kol taunted.

“Don’t start Nikolai.”

“Please start Nikolai,” Klaus smirked as further dispute commenced.

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a/n:

I might write a full one shot of adrienne and the mikaelsons ball and her interacting with everyone. this is without esther as in my headcanon she’s dead. klaus was already a hybrid from the events of dark twisted fantasy. kol is a vamp-witch hybrid and the drama with the mystic gang isn’t decent compared to canon.

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saintsir4n · 6 months

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main updated fanfic masterlist

minors dni with specified nsfw content!

tiktok

wattpad

the originals

peaky blinders

euphoria

the fast and the furious

saltburn

gossip girl reboot

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saintsir4n · 6 months

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A DARK TWISTED FANTASY

Blurbs/ Headcanons:

Hand Kisses

Jealousy

Blood

Fluff:

Affection

Pretty boy

Give me what I want

I want you

Mikaelsons go abroad 2 3

Barbie please

Meet the Mikaelsons

Mystic balls

Hair

Distraction

Smut:

Champagne

Three's a crowd

Angst:

I'm tired

I miss you

Bro

Uncover

Teasers:

The full moon

Natural Order

A New Beginning

ADTF TRAILER

My opinions:

Marriage in ADTF

Writing POCs into period pieces

Damon Salvatore

Problems with tvd

Bonnie Bennett's Style

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saintsir4n · 9 months

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MIKAELSONS GO ABROAD

21st century one shot where the Mikaelsons are going on holiday.

PAIRINGS: MODERN DAY LUMIÉRES AND MIKAELSONS

WARNINGS: FLUFF

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“Lovey you already packed one sketchbook why do you need another?” Adrienne approached her husband, curiously glancing between the items in his hand and the ones in his suitcase.

She’d been packed for hours now, which didn’t matter since they were taking the private jet, so time wasn’t an issue.

Lies.

Yes, it was. It really was. Arguments had begun the moment their quarterly trip had a destination. Mexico. The majority were pleased about visiting the country, some for the first time, whereas Hadeon and Kol wanted to go to Morocco and Rebekah needed to see Milan and all the fashion it had to offer. Adrienne thought when the day came for them to head off, everyone would be smooth sailing, but they were Mikaelsons… it wasn’t in their nature.

“Because of Kol. You know he will ruin it!” Klaus stressed, gritting his teeth at the thought.

“He won’t,” Adrienne winced at the vein popping in his neck, her reassurance wasn’t helping much.

“Yes I will,” They heard him yell making Klaus turn to her in irritation.

Klaus shrugged off her soothing touches and flashed out of the room before she would say anything and the next she heard was the sounds of groaning followed by shouting.

“Children!” She heard Elijah exclaim from her shared room, followed by the sounds of Hadeon’s laughter.

“Addy!” Rebekah strolled in, dressed in a towel and barely holding up two pairs of shoes. “Burgundy or crimson?”

“Crimson,” Adrienne sighed when she caught the water droplets trailing down the blonde's face. Hair hair was concealed by a towel and now doubt completely wet. “Bekah, we’re leaving in two hours.”

“Don’t be foolish,” the blonde scoffed, “Us Mikaelsons don’t care for time.”

“Oh I know,” Adrienne muttered, watching her analyse the crimson shoes, with a furrowed look, “are you even packed?”

“I wouldn’t be showing you these if I was, would I?”

Just as Adrienne went to respond she heard a big thump from the other room.

“For Goodness sake!” Kol screeched, running past the room with Elijah on his tail.

Rebekah giggled to herself and followed them, wondering what the fuss was about.

“We’re leaving in 2 hours!” Adrienne yelled, though no one took that warning seriously.

“No we aren’t!” She heard her brother laugh at the notion.

Her husband strolled back into the room with a bloodied fist, “Sweetheart, I haven’t packed my acrylic paints, bloody siblings prevented me from seeking them out.”

“Start packing then,” she rolled her eyes and chucked him a cloth, before sitting with her back against the headboard, “May I remind you that our son is already ready and waiting in the nursery.”

“And may I remind you that our son is barely 2,” he sassed, focusing all his attention on his art supplies that sat near his clothes. “You packed for him.”

“And yet they cried when I didn’t pack their dinosaurs and toy wolves.”

“Mikaelsons are a dramatic breed,” he muttered, turning to her, waiting for her to respond, “And this is the part where you disagree.”

“If only I did,” she mused, sending him a sarcastic smile, to which he feigned offence, “hurry up.”

He went to reply but the cry from his brother-in-law had him laughing.

“Adri, Marcel took my shorts!” Hadeon yelled, glaring at the grinning vampire.

“Because you took my whiskey!” Marcel was quick to run when he witnessed his eyes turn black.

From the other side of the balcony, Elijah was reprimanding his sister who was still to make progress on her packing. It seemed that only he and Adrienne were taking this trip seriously. Clementine wasn’t coming this time, since she and Valerie were meeting with investors in France. He missed his little witch and was starting to wish he joined them.

“Rebekah, would you please get dressed,” he stressed. “Like Adrienne has stated, we’re leaving and have not got a minute to spare.”

“If only I could find my good jeans,” she whined, letting her hair fall and air dry.

They heard Kol laugh from a distance, “I might’ve accidentally burnt them yesterday!”

“Kol, you bloody idiot!” She shouted.

“Nik helped!”

Klaus was quick to defend himself, “No I did not!”

“Stop shouting you’ll upset the —“The sound of a youthful cry made them all wince, “…baby,” Adrienne took a deep breathe, then turned to her husband who was already about to step out of the room, “you are going nowhere, finish packing. AND THE SAME GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU!”

“Jesus Christ,” Kol mumbled under his breath, as he walked passed their room.

“Oh shut it, Kol,” Klaus snapped, then immediately heard everyone return to their rooms whilst he helped his wife hush their baby.

a/n:

Was thinking about making this a three parter.

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saintsir4n · 10 months

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GIVE ME WHAT I WANT

Adrienne wants a pet and makes sure Klaus can’t say no. Takes place in the 21st century.

MODERN DAY ADRIENNE LUMIÉRE X NIKLAUS MIKAELSON

FLUFF

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“I want a bunny rabbit.”

Klaus reeled back in confusion and irritation at his wife’s request. They had been kissing and cuddling for half an hour, him on top of her, smothering each other with their lips and affection. They knew it wasn’t going to go any further than this because she was currently on her monthly and despite how many times he insisted he didn’t care she wasn’t ready for that level of intimacy. Her hands gripped and tugged on his hair and his were constantly moving from her sides to her behind sending shivers down her spine.

“You’re thinking about rodents whilst I’m kissing you?”

“Bunnies not rodents.”

“One has more hair -- don't distract me from the fact you have had them on your mind whilst I’ve been on top of you my love.”

Rolling her eyes she moved to sit up, simultaneously pushing him away from her flustered state. She didn’t want to get distracted from his toned body.

“Trust me I’ve been thinking about getting one for a while,” she reached over and grabbed her phone and started showing him all the variations of rabbits which he just made a face at, “they’re cute.”

“So is our child, we have a hard time looking after him, a pet will be a bloody nightmare,” he grimaced when he was shown another picture, “the baby is not even a year old.”

“And you’re always saying you want more-“

“A rabbit isn’t a child,” he couldn’t believe it had to be said to begin with. He sighed and reached for his shirt and threw it on, “Needless to say, I shan’t be humouring this idea any longer.”

She rushed out of bed and trailed after him, “It’s not an idea.”

“Forgive me, a delusion.”

“Rude,” she whined and shut their bathroom door after they entered it. “Please.”

“No Ria,” he searched the marbled room in confusion because he’s forgotten why he had entered it in the first place. Ah, he strolled over to the bathtub and started running the water, At times like this she could rile him up in seconds and he had no way to stop it, so he needed to cool down and not even showers helped matters, “drop it.”

“Why?”

“We have a child and you want a pet.” He seemed more disgusted as he spoke.

“Our baby, would love a pet, don’t you think? Besides you want more children with me right?”

Klaus blinked at her, “are you implying that you won’t have more children with me because I won’t allow you to have a rodent running rampant.”

“Yes.”

“Adrienne.”

“Niklaus.”

“Drop it,” he tried pulling her closer, but she moved away to find her phone, “what now?”

She didn’t respond, instead, searched through her contacts as Klaus huffed.

She smugly smiled after placing her phone to her ear, waiting for a certain person to pick it up. After the 2nd ring, they did.

“Stef,” Klaus scoffed at his name, she and his confidant grew closer over the years, he believe: it was to get back at him for his past transgressions.

“Oh hey Adri, how are you?” Stefan asked, hearing bickering and the sound of water running in the background.

“Not bad, just quick question, if I got a pet bunny you wouldn’t try and eat them would you?” Klaus shook his head, despite being amused at her question.

Stefan paused before answering, “…no, why?”

Adrienne grinned at her husband, “No worries, bye.”

“Bye.”

She wiggled her brows, “See he’s nothing to worry about, now get a pet.”

Tossing his head back, Klaus sighed, not wanting to talk about the subject for a moment longer “Fine.”

She rushed over and peppered him with kisses.

“I love you.”

He didn’t say anything, just stripped off his clothes and submerged in the bath, noticing her wandering eyes as he motioned for her to do the same.

“Get in, Hadeon has our heir and is doing god knows what, we have the night to ourselves and I refuse to waste time on discussing pets.”

Playfully rolling her eyes, Adrienne did what he said.

“Whatever you say Mr Mikaelson,” she teased, getting rid of her clothes.

Klaus finally grinned.

a/n:

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saintsir4n · 10 months

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PRETTY BOY

MODERN-DAY WIFE ADRIENNE LUMIÉRE X KLAUS MIKAELSON

PAIRINGS: KADRIENNE

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“You’re so pretty,” Adrienne held Klaus’ face in her hands, watching as he struggled to hold back a smile. “So pretty, you know that right?” A blush kissed his cheeks, “you’re blushing, my god,” she couldn’t hold back her giggle as he tried pull away from her, “you’re blushing, that’s so—“

“Don’t say it Adrienne,” he mumbled.

“CUTE!”

He sighed and turned away but that didn’t stop the smile creeping on his face from appearing.

a/n:

I got bored.

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saintsir4n · 9 months

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I WANT YOU

Klaus wanting to know why Adrienne decided to be with him.

PAIRINGS: 1920s ADRIENNE LUMIÉRE X KLAUS MIKAELSON

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“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want me?” Klaus’s insecurities never took a day off, and rarely allowed him to rest, even when he was in the soft and kind arms of his lover. “You’ve expressed it in ways that words could not convey, yet I hear you clearly, though I do not always understand the meaning behind your actions.”

Sitting up, Adrienne thought about what he was asking her. Why me? A question his eyes sent her whenever she expressed her love, she was used to the constant look but now he finally plucked the courage to ask directly.

Klaus’ heart pounded as he waited for her to find the words to say. He moved back, sitting against the headboard, watching a gradual smile appear on her perfect lips.

“Because… you Klaus Mikaelson are the peace I’ve been searching for,” his face lit up at her answer, he went to speak but she continued, “I know, the big bad wolf bringing me peace sounds out of character for you, I know,” he bashful chuckle escaped him, “but you understand me, you know what I want out of life, need and yearn for and yes we have our tough times, times where I doubt that we can come back from but we somehow manage to. Seeing you when I wake up brings calmness to my soul, when you touch me, I feel warm. The kisses you give have my heart beating out of its chest and the confessions you proclaim sound like poems you’ve written and only name to hear and for that, I’m honoured my love,” grabbing his hands, she leaned closer staring into his glossy eyes, “I know you don’t think you’re worthy of me or my love but you are, we’re more alike than you think, so for that, I’m grateful that you’ve chosen me as your partner. I love you.”

“And I love you,” he breathed out, not waiting for a second more to seal her confession with a kiss.

And for the first time, his insecurities ceased and it was all because of Adrienne.

a/n:

Before anyone asks, this is set before act 2 finale. Just a bit of fluff between Kadrienne.

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CHAMPAGNE

1920s klaus and adrienne on the run from mikael along with his sister Rebekah. They find residency in the city of Chicago and he wants to have fun with his wife.

PAIRING: ADRIENNE X KLAUS

WARINGS: SMUT, FLUFF

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“Do you want us to get caught?” Adrienne hissed, watching as the hybrid barricaded the lavatory door in Gloria’s bar.

“As if we haven’t dabbled in a little public indecency.”

“This is different.”

Klaus gave Adrienne a pointed look to which she shrugged at and implored him as he came closer. She squealed when he lifted her ontop of the counter and he stood between her legs.

“Soo different,” he groaned after receiving a smack on the head, nevertheless he grabbed a bottle of champagne, earning a raised brow from her. “You’ll see.”

“What are you-“ a gasp escaped her when the cold liquid splashed against her skin and lathering her breasts and parts of her dress, “Nik I told you not to ruin this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another.”

“It’s all over my tits.”

Smirking wickedly, he winked, “that’s part of the plan sweetheart.”

“You sick, sick man,” she tutted but didn’t stop him from doing what’s intended.

He dipped his head down and swiped his tongue over her exposed and glistening skin. Groaning at the taste of not only the champagne but her as well. Divine. Pulling down the rest of the Décolletage he dragged the wet appendage down her cleavage and drank like a she was supplying the last gulp of water in the world. He never missed a chance to indulge in her essence and adding a drink to the mix was even better.

“Nik…” she whined at the feeling, growing more and more aroused by his hands gripping her sides and his tongue, oh how she loved his tongue. “We don’t have time for this.”

He pulled away, grinning at the rapid breathes she let out. “We have all the time in the world, now relax.”

Pulling down her stockings and bloomers he kept her dress on, finding it more arousing, might be the booze, he laughed at the thought, no it’s always her, always. It didn’t take much for her to loosen his suspenders, only doing it with one hand, clever girl, she’s had too much practice. He allowed them to fall to his sides and then unbuckled the his belt before his trousers shimmed to the ground, leaving his hardened state to peep through his briefs.

“It’s only a matter of time before Stefan and Bekah come looking,” she purred, licking her lips when his lust filled eyes darkened.

“Well,” he tugged her to the edge of the with a sinful grin, matching her, “I better hurry shall I?”

“Yes you shall.”

a/n:

I figured you guys needed some happiness from kadrienne considering he messed it all up.

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WHEN IN MEXICO

After they’ve landed, complaints and arguments start up one again.

PAIRINGS: MIKAELSONS X LUMIÉRES

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“I cannot believe I had to listen to you go on about turbulence for six hours straight,” Kol hadn’t stopped complaining since they arrived in the beautiful country of Mexico. Even now they were in checking into the hotel Klaus picked, he hadn’t forgotten the discussion that Elijah had with Hadeon. “It’s my idea of hell.”

“I’m sure you go through hell whenever you look at your reflection,” Hadeon quipped, not glancing up from his phone.

Marcel snickered from beside him, catching Kol’s attention.

“I don’t know why you’re so amused Marcellus, I caught you rolling you’re eyes throughout the flight.”

“And?” Marcel shrugged, glancing around the lobby floor, before his eyes settled on the original blonde who was playing the doting Aunt whilst holding up the youngest Mikaelson, pointing to various paintings on the wall. “Besides you should’ve packed headphones.”

“Someone broke them,” Kol gritted, folding his arms and glaring at Klaus who talked to the reception, alongside Adrienne. Klaus caught the conversion and sent him a smirk, only furthering his irritation. Just you wait Niklaus. “I had no choice but to be subjected to —“

“Will you be quiet Nikolai, we’re on holiday, cease your complaints, or better yet, go on a walk,” Elijah interrupted, looking up from his phone after engaging in a heartfelt conversation with Clementine. Oh how I wish she was here, “surely that will aid your displeasure.”

“A walk? Sure, that will help aid my displeasure,” Kol mocked his oldest brothers earning a scoff. “And don’t worry brother, you won’t have to here my voice for much longer, I’ll be off to my own suite in a matter of time.”

“Amen,” Rebekah remarked, grinning childishly when he cast her a glare. The baby in her arms started giggling like they could understand their bickering. “Isn’t uncle Kol being silly, oh yes he is,” her baby voice drew a smile from Marcel. “Silly uncle.”

“Are you are aware of how ridiculous you sound?” Despite Kol’s frustration he couldn’t wait to wonder the hotel, hopefully find some action.

“Are you aware I don’t care?”

“Are you still bickering?” Adrienne sauntered over with half a dozen key cards in her hands and Klaus behind her, keeping his hand in her lower back, making it clear to all the onlookers who she was with. “You spent half the the plane ride screaming at each other.”

“And you spent the duration of the flight doing what Adri… riding your —“

“Shut up,” Adrienne’s face flushed at the memory of her and Klaus in the private plane bathroom.

Elijah, Kol and Marcel seemed amused by Hadeon’s remark, whilst Klaus rolled his eyes and took his child from his giggling sisters arms.

“At least put a spell on the room next time,” Marcel added, much to her embarrassment.

Adrienne hastily threw them all their key cards, not wanting to stand around for very much longer. Her face felt like it was turning red and she needed to get to her shared suite. Luckily their bags had been taken up to their rooms so they wasn’t nothing keeping them there.

She took Klaus’ hand and pressed kisses all over her son’s face, extracting squeals from him. The rest of the Mikaelsons and Hadeon rose form their chairs. Kol, Hadeon Elijah’s eyes found the bar and a few admirers, which the latter ignored. Marcel trailed behind Rebekah who seemed to be going towards the the elevator.

“Meet back here in two hours for jet skiing,” Adrienne yelled, not caring for disturbing the calm ambiance of the lobby.

“We know,” Hadeon and Kol replied.

“Two hours!”

a/n:

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CAPTURE THE MOMENT

In which the Mikaelsons and Lumiéres take pictures throughout their holiday.

PAIRINGS: MIKAELSONS X LUMIÉRES

“SAY CHEESE!” Adrienne exclaimed, holding the camera in front of her family, who all reluctantly posed for the picture. Of course, Rebekah and the little mikaelson heir were all for getting photographed but the men of the family were completely against it, each and every time. Flash, Flash, Flash, they couldn’t stand it. “And again,”

“You’ll blind our child,” Klaus spoke, repairing forcing a smile in most of the pictures.

He raised a hand in defence, watching his wife shoot daggers in his direction. The baby in his arms was the only thing protecting him from her wrath, they all knew it.

“You’ll blind me with that bloody light,” Kol rubbed his eyes and moved out of frame. He was losing his patience. Although the holiday had been fun, he wanted to get back to the green-eyed brunette resting in his suite, “no more pictures for goodness sake.”

Hadeon chuckled, “Christ Adri, what is with your camera?”

“Damn, You sure that flash is legal?” Marcel wondered, staring at the object in confusion.

“It is quite bright Adrienne,” Elijah agreed with them, growing tired of the constant photographs.

Sure he liked to look back on the memories of their trips, however, he believed it took away from the moments. Not everything needed to be documented, not the food on their plates or when they napped or swam, but the women seemed to disagree.

“I got it for her, for your information,” Rebekah sassed, feeling offended by the number of complaints. I love it, Adrienne’s voice cut through the memory of the gift exchange.

“No surprises there,” Hadeon grumbled, then winced that the glare he received from his sister and Marcel.

Rebekah stepped closer to him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kol sucked in a deep breath, “It’s loud and annoying —“

“— and attention seeking, just like you,” Klaus finished, earning a scowl from Rebekah who began to run after him.

“Sweetheart,” he passed his child over to his wife, before escaping his sister’s grasp.

“Here we go.” Elijah went to sit back down, not interested in stopping the squabble for once. So instead he pulled out his phone and began messaging his girlfriend.

“Who do you think will win?” Marcel's eyes darted between the fighting siblings. He knew his side wouldn’t hurt Rebekah, not in front of so many people, but dread lingered around him.

Kol took out his phone, laughing when his sister threw a shoe at the hybrid’s head.

“Bekah,” Hadeon chuckled, “definitely Bekah.”

“Look at daddy,” Adrienne held her son up, giggling just like he did, watching the siblings bicker and fight, “Look at the man I married.”

“And don’t you regret it,” Kol spoke up, earning a few laughs, “I bloody would.”

“Shut up Kol.”

a/n:

Decided to end it on this note. Something light compared to most of work I upload onto both apps.

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AFFECTION

MODERN-DAY ADRIENNE AND KLAUS

PAIRINGS: Adrienne Lumière and Klaus Mikaelson

WARNINGS: Klaus being annoying.

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“It would be nice to know that my wife still loves me.”

Adrienne looked up when she heard her husband's dramatics, confused and annoyed that he decided to distract her from her work. All she wanted to do is finish the few things on her to-do list that was kept in her study and then relax, but it was hard when her husband was in one of his moods.

Klaus narrowed his eyes onto his wife’s laptop, noticing that she still wasn’t giving him any attention, so he pushed it down and shut it, much to her annoyance.

“Nik!”

“Oh, so you remember I exist?”

Adrienne blinked at him and tilted her head to the side, “what are you talking about?”

“So the fact you have neglected to kiss me today doesn’t effect you at all?” The gasp that escaped him earned an eye roll, “hurt isn’t a word I would use to describe how I feel.”

“How do you feel then?” She played along, knowing that the quicker she did so, the quicker she could return to her work.

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, slowly moving backwards and towards the study door, “it appears you do not care for me like I believed you would. I have become a stranger to you and that is how I assume you want our marriage to be.”

“That’s not what I want.”

“Your lack of affection does nothing to help you’re argument,” he retorted.

Adrienne stood up and walked around her desk, “I’m busy.”

“Yes it seems you’re work is more important than I.”

“Christ,” she muttered.

“Exhibit B!” He exclaimed, making her feel back.

“What was exhibit A?”

“That you have neglected me, the moment I woke from my slumber, I expected to feel the warm and loving touch from my dear wife, but did you know what I felt?”

She suppressed a laugh, “no, tell me.”

“NOTHING! Just the cold and empty sheets, where were you?” He dramatically asked.

“Showering,” she answered, “which you know because you joined me in the shower.”

“You take me as some sort of fool!” He snapped.

“I really do,” she mumbled, punching the bridge of her nose.

Suddenly she was trapped between his chest and her desk, which his arms on either side of her body.

“Yet I didn’t receive a kiss, a hug or-“

“We had sex Nik,” she cut him off, “sex that you enjoyed.

“And yet not one kiss!” He restated.

“Fine I’m sorry.”

“Say it with feeling,” he cast her a glare, that she dismissed, “might I recall you gave me the cold shoulder for neglecting to hug you when I return home and that was ONE TIME!”

“Yes because you were mad at me for taking Rebekah’s side in an argument,” she yelled back.

“Which was wrong, just like she was.”

“Just because you believe she can’t sing doesn’t mean she can’t.”

“I think my ear drums can beg to differ,” he retorted and she snorted, “you believe me, but you’re friendship with my sister clouds your judgment.”

She pouted, “And that’s why I didn’t get a hug?”

“Precisely,” he nodded, trying to ignore how adorable she looked at the moment.

“Well you won’t get your kiss.”

“Just one.”

“No.”

“My love.”

“I want my hug.”

“I’ve given countless hugs since then.”

“They mean nothing until I get the one you purposefully declined,” she shrugged, grinning at the eye roll she received.

“Fine.”

“Say it with feeling,” she mocked, before she was brought into a warm embrace.

Hugging klaus always felt like home. The warmth and comfort that engulfed her could put her to sleep, along with the calming scent of his aftershave. Which is why she demanded one every hour, not that he minded, he loved the how easy and right it felt to wrap his arms around her.

Like they were made to fit.

And everything was right with the world.

Whether she was upset or happy or even contempt, one hug from her husband could put it everything right.

Well, maybe not everything because he was a dashing homicidal immortal hybrid that made enemies wherever and whenever he wanted.

Besides that, his hugs were the best.

Pulling away from his comforting hold, she stared up at his big blues and grinned.

“You’re still not getting that kiss.”

“Adrienne!”

a/n:

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