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randomperson3736 · 9 months

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Goodbye, my love

Paring(s): Elijah mikaelson x wife! Reader, the mikaelson's x sister! Reader

Genre: angst? Maybe?

Warning(s): character death

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Notes: ok, soooo I've been working on the request that people have sent and I will make sure to get them done as soon as possible! Also this is kinda rushed, so it may be bad.

Summary: Elijah makes it just in time to say goodbye to his wife

Part 1

Wait for me.

Please.

Wait for me, don't let go.

"Heartbeat is going haywire. She had a seizure just a couple of hours ago, there's nothing much I can do." Hayley and Rebekah look at each other, as the witch started to pack up her stuff with a defeated sigh.

Your body was betraying you, if the witch's calculations were right. You should have been dead hours ago. Why are you holding on? You're suffering.

Why are you still holding on?

One of the other witches looked at you with pity, as everyone in the room suppressed any sound. Allowing the room to become silent from you. The witch stared at you with a knowing look, "She's waiting for something,"

"Before she actually let's go."

Not another word wad said and yet everybody understood. After a long moment of silence, the door opens abruptly witha distraught Elijah barging in. The news of your condition reached him and Klaus allowed him to bail out of this one.

He scanned the room, observing everyone's pitiful expressions. He knew what was coming. The witches took their cue and left, leaving the four of you in the room, "Her heartbeat has been getting slower,the moment you left it turned worse. But she fought," Hayley smiles bitterly, "She waited for you."

She and Rebekah excused themselves, leaving Elijah standing by himself. He couldn't approach you, it crushed him. What did Hayley mean when your heartbeat gave in the moment he left? If he didn't leave,this wouldn't have happened?

The tears didn't fall, he hated this type of pain, the kind where you can't cry it out. It just lingers there, destroying him.

"Y/N?" His words appeared almost a whisper. He spoke, choking slightly as he suppressed his emotions. "I'm back."

"I told you right? I'll be back, I just had to- I just had to leave for a bit but... but I'm back now, see?" Desperate, the right word to describe his tone. He tired to sound convincing, as if you could hear him and feel his presence, you did.

With slow steps,he drew closer to you. Dreading what awaits, he looked at you, examining your expression. You were calm,different from what Rebekah had told him on the phone, she said you were in a hysteria.

But looking at you now, you looked as if you found peace. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, the tears slowly coming out. "Did you wait long? I'm so sorry, my love."

"I'm here now," he whispered, pulling you gently into his arms. Hugging your limp body close to him, his knees felt weak though he held your hand against his, interwining it lovingly, like you always did. "I love you so much, love, thank you."

As if on cue, as he muttered those words, the long dreaded sound of your heart erupts the room. You really did wait for him. The sound of your heart stopping filled his ears, "Thank you. So much."

"Thank you for allowing me to love you for all these centuries."

"Thank you for waiting for me."

"Goodbye, my love."

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the-dawn-star · 2 months

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Hi, do you see yandere romantic Klaus and Elijah would share an obsession? If they do can you please write a Poly yandere Elijah and Klaus X reader, if not how would their competition turns out? Thanks a lot.

A/N: Hey! I don't know how coherent this is but I hope it's enough for you!

-S

+200ish words.

TW/CW: General yandere stuff, nothing bad really.

If Klaus and Elijah were to share a darling, well I’m not sure how well that would work out in practice.

They share the same goal, to care and to protect you. They just go about it in very different ways.

Klaus is more obsessive and will keep their darling a lot more secluded. Elijah on the other hand is more forgiving and gives their darling a bit more freedom.

But because of their common goals they can compromise with each other. (That means awful fighting and a silent treatment for a while.)

Also, as much as they care for their darling, they (especially Klaus) will use them against each other.

At least, at the start they will be extremely jealous and protective of the darling even from each other.

Elijah and Klaus wouldn’t out right compete for their darling. I mean it’s most likely just brotherly bickering and jealousy.

And even with their personal problems with each other, they can overcome it, just because they understand that you are their priority and that taking care of their darling together will keep them safer.

through all this their darling’s own feelings on the matter don’t really matter, I mean of course they know better being ancient and all.

As a recap it’s most likely quite messy, not good for the darling but I guess there can be worse yanderes.

Feel like you want to support me via Kofi? No preasure tho!

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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Girls Night Pt. 2

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader, Mikaelsons x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: A week after the bar incident, Klaus has been giving you the silent treatment. You’re on a mission to find out why.

Warnings: Childish Behavior From a Grown Man, A Touch of Angst, Implied Smut

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: The awaited part two of Girls Night is here. I hope everyone enjoys it!!! Thank you all so much for reading!

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Part 1

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you sit in the library with Elijah, waiting for him to acknowledge you. He moves his gaze from the book he is reading– a hint of a smirk on his lips– and looks at you expectantly, “Yes, Y/N?”

It has been a week since the bar incident and Klaus has opted to ignore you. You have no idea why he is so angry with you, and you can’t ask him because he is giving you the silent treatment, so you select the sibling that knows him best to explain why you have gotten on his bad side.

“Why is Klaus mad at me?” you ask the elder Mikaelson– lips jutted out in a pout, hoping to garner some sympathy. However, your secret weapon against Klaus does not work as well on Elijah, and he returns his gaze to his novel, saying “That is something you have to ask Niklaus.”

A frown tugs at your lips as that was not the response you were hoping to receive. “Well, I would if he wasn’t so busy ignoring me,” you say with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. “I apologize for my brother’s behavior, but I am afraid I can not give you the answer you are searching for,” Elijah says with finality– eyes still glued to the book in his hand. He knows exactly why Klaus has been disregarding your presence, in fact, everyone who lives in the compound knows why he is behaving this way– everyone but you. They will never tell you though in fear of being on the wrong side of those silver daggers.

“Fine,” you huff out, rising from your seat and leaving for the dining room where you hear Kol and Rebekah arguing. “Why is Klaus ignoring me?” you ask the two siblings as soon as you enter the room, creating an instant silence. They glance at random spots in the ornately decorated dining room, avoiding your gaze, as they refrain from answering your question. “Oh for the love of God, can someone please answer my question?” you exasperate– your arms thrown in the air to further convey your frustration.

“It’s really quite obvious, darling,” Kol starts, tired of the ridiculousness of this situation; however, before he can continue, Rebekah silences him.

"Rebekah!" you cry out, throwing a glare her way. She simply shrugs with a satisfied grin, saying "Consider it revenge."

With Freya still out for the day, you realize you only have two options left: continue playing this childish game with the Original Hybrid or confront him. “Fuck it,” you mutter under your breath before you call for the hybrid, storming towards his art room.

It’s your turn to be angry. If Klaus is going to dismiss your existence for a week, the least he can do is tell you why. You find him– back turned– painting harsh strokes onto his canvas. You would normally take the time to admire him as he worked, loving to watch the artist in action, but you were too furious to care about Klaus’s newest masterpiece.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” you inform the Mikaelson, marching up to his side. His gaze remains focused on the canvas before him– the subtle shift in his brushstroke being the only indication he heard you. You stare up at Klaus expectantly, waiting for a response, but he continues as if you are not in the room. An incredulous scoff leaves your lips at his behavior, you would think you’re engaging with a six-year-old child and not a man who is over a thousand years old. If this is how he wants to conduct himself, then you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands. Muttering a spell, you wave your arms, halting Klaus’s movements and turning him to face you.

"Y/N, release me," he says, uttering his first words to you this week. "Not until you tell me why you've been ignoring me," you reply stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He glares down at you and you glare right back— unrelenting. When two minutes of silence pass, you groan out in frustration, "God, you are so stubborn."

"If you don't answer me right now, I will force it out of you," you threaten him, you both knowing your threat is not empty. A few more moments of silence pass, and you begin to think he won't answer when a sigh leaves his lips, giving in because the only person more stubborn than Klaus Mikaelson is you.

"Fine, love, if you must know. I was jealous," he says so quietly that if you weren't a vampire, you wouldn't have heard him.

Laughter erupts from you at the absurdity of his claim and this entire situation. Niklaus Mikaelson, the over a thousand-year-old Original Hybrid, ignored you for a week because he was jealous of some drunk man at a bar who meant absolutely nothing to you. The whole thing was hysterically childish. Not to mention, you were only dancing with the poor soul because you were attempting to get over said hybrid.

"Do not laugh at me."

"You're right. I'm sorry," you say, nodding your head as you catch your breath. Once you've calmed yourself, you enlighten the Mikaelson with your thoughts on the situation, "It's just, I can't believe you, Klaus Mikaelson, were jealous. Especially of some random drunkard at a bar."

"Yes, well, contrary to popular belief, I do have feelings," he informs you– a hint of a pout on his lips. You smile, shaking your head, still amused by the circumstances.

"Now that I've answered your question, love, will you let me go?"

"Right. Sorry," you apologize and undo your spell, allowing him to move freely again. "Just out of curiosity, why were you jealous?" you ask– head tilted as you watch him freeze, dread filling the hybrid. He had hoped you wouldn't ask that question and just leave things be, but of course, as the naturally curious person you are, you did and now he is going to have to reveal his decades-long secret to you. "Is that Hope?" he asks, looking in the direction of the little girl’s bedroom.

You give him a pointed look, crossing your arms over your chest. “Nice try, but Hayley took Hope to the bayou for the weekend,” you tell the hybrid, catching him in his lie. “That’s right, she did. I wonder how they’re doing,” he muses, attempting to maneuver himself out of the conversation. You raise an eyebrow at him, deadpanning his name, making the hybrid sigh. He has run out of excuses and distractions and has no other choice but to face his fear head-on. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Klaus turns to you, grabbing your hands and looking deep into your eyes. Your heart races at the connection– your mind reeling with the intimacy of it all.

“Y/N, I love you. I have for quite some time now.”

You stare incredulously at the hybrid, unable to speak or move, the shock overwhelming you. “Y/N?” Klaus calls, perturbed by your silence. “What?” you breathe out, your voice nothing but a whisper. You are unsure if you heard the Original Hybrid correctly, or if you misinterpreted his words.

“I love you,” Klaus tells you again, his voice wavering in uncertainty. Regret for ever unveiling his affections for you quickly begin eating at him– wrongfully interpreting your shock as the rejection he had feared all these years.

A smile breaks out across your lips as you process the words that were just spoken. Klaus Mikaelson, the man you have fallen in love with and pined after for over twenty years, has just confessed his love for you. You are so overwhelmed by the joy of knowing your decades-long unrequited love has been requited that you hurl yourself at the Mikaelson– arms curling around his neck– and slam your lips against his. You pour every bit of passion that has been brewing inside of you for the past two decades into the kiss, letting him know just how strongly you love him. When you finally break away from one another, you voice a confirmation of the love you just declared in your kiss.

“Finally!” the two of you hear from the other side of the art room’s door. Klaus speeds over, opening the door to reveal all of the Mikaelson siblings who have been anxiously awaiting this moment for as long as you and Klaus have. “You guys knew!” you exclaim incredulously– surprised they have been keeping this secret from you. “I’m afraid it was quite obvious, my dear,” Elijah responds, the rest of the siblings nodding in agreement.

“And none of you thought to tell me,” you exasperate, frustrated that they let you suffer for so long. “And be daggered for the next century! I love you Y/N, but not that much,” Kol defends his actions and you nod in understanding. From what you’ve heard about being in those coffins, it is not an experience you would want to face either.

"Alright, let's give the new couple some space," Freya says, pushing the rest of the Mikaelson clan down the hall. "I do hope you wait till we're out of the house, first," Kol says cheekily– your face beginning to redden. "Alright, that's enough of that," Klaus announces, closing the door on his family.

He looks at you– a radiant smile on his lips, having never been happier, with the exception of Hope’s birth, than in this moment. “So, you love me?” you ask the hybrid– a smile on your lips as you’re still reveling in the joy that your love for Klaus is reciprocated.

“Yes, love. Let me show you how much.”

With those words, Klaus carries you to his bedroom and shows you just how good two decades of sexual tension and romantic frustration feels.

Taglist: @catmikaelson20 @s-r-amikaelson @pleasingiswhatweaimfor @woodworthti666

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nikmikaelsonswife · 2 years

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The Vampire Diaries

last updated: wednesday january 27, 2021 / *erotic scenes / headcanons / most of my stories don’t go along tvdu storylines

Klaus Mikaelson

Triple Threat (mini series) - ON HIATUS

Klaus realizes you’re pregnant and asks if the baby is his. you lie.

one | two | three

Unconditionally (one shot)

requested / after confessing your pregnancy to Klaus, the relationship begins to go downhill.

Starved* (one shot)

Klaus is in a rut and is completely infatuated with his woman, which makes a combo that rocks your fucking world.

White Doves (one shot)

Klaus doesn’t realize his feelings are requited until it’s too late.

Elijah Mikaelson

Come Home to Me (one shot)

he finds himself counting down the hours until you come back home.

The Red Sun (drabble)

after venturing through the red door, you come to realize you don’t know Elijah like you thought you did.

Unnamed LI

In the Dark of the Night (one shot)

his confession rocks the ground beneath your feet and you’re forced to make a decision: repeat history and find solace in the past or move on for good.

Concepts

Alaric’s in Love with You but Klaus Was Your One and Only

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fantasyfiction-net · 2 years

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Heyy I just wanted to know what all fandoms/movies you write for?

I was gonna request something, but I just realized I didn't know what you write for

-🍄 anon

Hello 🍄 anon!

I write for a lot!

But more comfortable with these:

Series:

Stranger Things (cast and characters)

The Umbrella Academy (cast and characters)

The Originals (cast and characters)

The Vampire Diaries (cast and characters)

Legacies (Hope, Lizzie, and Josie only)

Riverdale

Movies:

Harry Potter (cast and characters)

Twilight (cast and characters)

The Addams Family (characters only) (90s ver)

Heathers (characters only) (1989 ver)

Encanto (cast and characters)

KDramas:

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (cast and characters)

Alchemy Of Souls (cast and characters)

All Of Us Are Dead (cast and characters)

Squid Games (cast and characters)

Dodosolsollalasol (cast and characters)

Musicals:

Heathers (cast and characters)

Hamilton (cast and characters)

In The Heights (cast and characters)

Books:

Percy Jackson

The Midnight Star

Siege and Storm ( I have not read Shadow and Bone yet)

Others:

MCYT - CC! and C!

Platonic for CC!Philza

Platonic for C!Tommy, C!Tubbo and C!Ranboo

Deffo platonic for LDShadowLady and DanTDM

All DSMP members -

No ships unless poly

More: Sykunno, Corpse Husband, Valkyrae

Artists (Singers): I will write for anyone

I think I'll make a document and a request form....

#🍄 anon #kiruanons #xreader #stranger things x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #the mikaelsons x reader #tvd x reader #dsmp x reader #pjo x reader #hamilton x reader #heathers x reader #extraordinary attorney woo x reader #x reader #ffnetsimagines #kiruaaamin #kiru's fics #fanfiction

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roselilies · 16 days

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poltoreveur · 4 months

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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stvrlitsky · 6 months

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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

#daddies fr #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #kaz brekker x reader #jj maybank x reader #five hargreaves x reader #percy jackson x reader #tasm!peter x reader #remus lupin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #aaron warner x reader #finnick odair x reader #female reader #y/n #x reader

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fixforthesoul · 6 months

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OPEN LETTER TO FANFICTION WRITERS ON ACCESSIBILITY; PLEASE READ.

first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.

i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.

please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.

whether you participated and discovered it for yourself or you thought this was a crock of shit you’d rather not sniff, i’ll tell you! screen readers cannot dictate words using those fonts. at least, on a majority of devices. not mine, or any of my mutuals elsewhere.

you do not have to change your behavior on my behalf, but please be aware that fonts limit access to your work.

blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.

thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!

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nnarellia · 2 months

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He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well (...)

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randomperson3736 · 5 months

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Three times!

Paring(s): Klaus mikaelson x son! Reader, kol mikaelson x nephew! Reader, Elijah mikaelson x nephew! Reader

Warning(s): broken bones, getting punched in the face, healing broken bones, fighting, swearing

Genre: comedy, kind angst

Word bank: M/N- male name

You're Klaus mikaelson's son, yes the original hybrid Klaus mikaelson. You had recently went shopping and spent a lot of money on a really fancy shirt to wear when you visit your uncles and aunts.

You got along with most of your uncles and aunts, except for kol. Who for some fucked up reason decided that it would be funny for him ro rip your shirt during an argument.

"You ripped my t-shirt!"

"And you broke my nose! Twice! Healed, broke it again! Two times!"

You got annoyed as he didn't apologise and continued to bitch about his nose. So, you ended up punching him in the face again. Breaking his nose again.

"Three times!"

In the background Elijah shook his head in disappointment while Klaus just smirked at his sons actions.

"M/N's just like you Niklaus..." Elijah sighs long.

"Well he is my son, brother" Klaus's smirk grew bigger as he watched you and kol fight.

Elijah glared at you before glaring at his brother. "That wasn't a compliment"

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the-dawn-star · 7 days

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Hi, can you please write a scenario where a teen reader escaped from yandere platonic Mikaelsons family after discovering they are vampires that kills people accidentally? Thanks a lot.

A/N: I changed the idea a bit, hope you don't mind. Thanks for the request! Now, to bit more depressing topics: I have been feeling awful lately and I'm sorry that the update pace has been a lot slower. Let's hope I can fix that at some point.

-S

+500ish words.

TW/CW: Reader throws up, Kol kills people.

This couldn’t be real! This isn’t real, it’s all just a really bad realistic dream!

You had walked to the house after a day of school. Your day had actually been pretty good, and your last class had been canceled. You had been excited to get home, to relax, but your plan didn’t go as well as you had thought.

You had walked in to see blood, so much blood.

And the bodies, all the bodies on the floor in pools of blood.

And Kol..., someone that you had trusted for so long. Kol who had another dead corpse on his shoulder.

And Rebekah sitting in an old armchair without a care in the world. Like this was normal.

You were close to throwing up and you covered your mouth with your hand, scared of making a sound and having the siblings hear your presence.

You could barely hear their bickering. It felt like their voices came from far away. The blood, the bodies, all of it was too overwhelming.

You pressed your back against the wall, frozen in your place. You couldn’t stop yourself from throwing up all the day’s food to the floor.

No sounds could reach you, no you must have been heard.

“Oh, angel, what are you doing here? I thought you had another class! Are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Have you eaten anything spoiled or something?”

Rebekah’s questions might have been comforting if not for the fact that there was a pile of bodies in the other room.

Tears pricked in your eyes, and you pulled as far away from Rebekah’s touch as possible. It was too much...

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The rest of the afternoon went in a haze. You yelled and screamed and fought, terrified of the siblings.

But at the end you lost the fight, tired while Kol held you in his arms you fell asleep exhausted.

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Waking up back in your bed was like heaven came true from a nightmarish day. It all had been just a dream...

You took a deep breath only to be brought back to reality by the fact that your eyes were itchy and your throat dry. The moment of happiness was crushed in a second.

You jumped off of your bed and ran to the door. It was locked from the outside...

You wanted to scream, to curse the whole family and their stupid corpse pile.

But before you could start any of it the door unlocked, and Elijah came in.

“Elijah, what the hell is going on?” You asked, backing all the way to the bed.

“My siblings aren’t very well versed in hiding their nature, I must apologize for what you saw.”

The warm Elijah was nowhere in sight, the Elijah who had practically worked as a father figure for you.

“Elijah please, I don’t understand what’s going on,” Your words sounded more like a plea, but you couldn’t help it.

Elijah walked closer to me giving my forehead a gentle kiss.

“Do not worry, in a few days the vervain is out of your system, and everything will go back to normal...”

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YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE (18+)

YANDERE!KOL X HUMAN!GF!READER HC (18+)

DAMON SALVATORE ⋆୨୧⋆

MIDNIGHT SNACK (18+)

STEVE HARRINGTON ⋆୨୧⋆

FORBIDDEN FRUIT (18+)

SOFT & SWEET SEX BLURB (18+)

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klausysworld · 6 months

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I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.

Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.

Left for dead

Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.

Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.

Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.

I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.

Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.

For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.

I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.

This was the ultimate test really.

Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:

"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.

Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.

"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"

At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.

I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.

I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.

I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head

"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.

My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.

"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head

"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.

I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.

As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.

"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.

Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.

"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently

"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.

Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.

"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head

"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.

"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged

"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"

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roselilies · 19 days

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There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

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shrenvents · 1 month

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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