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when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:

“I can fix him!”

Him:

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

fanfic authors:

sorry, did you say,

“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?

…

“I can fix him!”

Him:

why are some of the hottest tv men always the biggest criminals 🧍‍♀️

like how am i supposed to hate you when you’re ripped, tall, dangerous, blue-eyed with a leather jacket?

A Little Fun In The Night

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The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.

Eternal Bond

For centuries, Y/N had roamed the earth as an ancient vampire, her existence marked by an unquenchable thirst for blood and an insatiable desire for knowledge. She had witnessed empires rise and fall, and her heart had grown weary with time. But when she crossed paths with Klaus Mikaelson, a hybrid with a tormented soul, she discovered a connection unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Y/N had always been solitary, content in her solitude as she observed the world from the shadows. But there was something about Klaus that drew her in—a magnetic pull that defied reason. When their eyes met for the first time, a spark ignited, and Y/N felt a flicker of something she thought long extinguished within her.

Klaus, too, was captivated by Y/N's aura, a timeless elegance that spoke of ancient wisdom and untold stories. He saw the weight of the centuries in her eyes, and a curiosity burned within him to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath her immortal veneer.

As their paths continued to intertwine, Y/N and Klaus found themselves drawn to each other, their connection growing with each encounter. They shared conversations that spanned the depths of history, their words dancing in the air like echoes of forgotten times. Y/N's guarded heart began to thaw, and Klaus found solace in the presence of someone who truly understood the burden of immortality.

Their bond flourished amidst the chaos of their supernatural existence. They faced enemies together, their combined strength an unstoppable force. Y/N admired Klaus's resilience, his unwavering determination to protect those he loved, even in the face of insurmountable odds.

Klaus, in turn, marveled at Y/N's wisdom and grace, the way she navigated the world with a quiet strength that belied her true power. He found solace in her presence, a respite from the darkness that often consumed him.

But their love was not without its challenges. Y/N's immortality made her cautious, her heart guarded by centuries of pain and loss. She feared opening herself to vulnerability, knowing that loving Klaus meant embracing the possibility of losing him to the ever-encroaching tide of time.

Klaus, however, refused to let Y/N's fears dictate their fate. He saw in her a reflection of his own longing—for love, for redemption, for a companion to share eternity. He vowed to break down the walls around her heart, to prove that their love could transcend the constraints of time.

Together, they went on a journey of discovery, exploring the depths of their immortal souls. Y/N learned to trust, to let Klaus into the deepest recesses of her heart. And Klaus, in turn, discovered a love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of his own turbulent past.

But as their love blossomed, a darkness loomed on the horizon—a threat that sought to tear them apart. A powerful coven of witches, envious of Y/N's immortality, conspired to sever the bond between her and Klaus, unleashing a torrent of dark magic upon them.

Y/N and Klaus stood united against the onslaught, their love a shield against the forces that sought to tear them asunder. In the face of danger, they fought with a fervor fueled by the depths of their connection. Their powers intertwined, creating a symphony of ancient magic that lit up the night sky.

Yet, even in their triumph, the battle took its toll. Y/N found herself weakened, her immortality waning under the strain of the witches' curses. Klaus, desperate to save her, sought out a cure, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural realm.

In his quest, Klaus discovered an ancient ritual—a beacon of hope that promised to restore Y/N's immortality. With a heavy heart, he embarked on a perilous journey, risking everything to give Y/N the eternity they both desired.

Finally, Klaus returned, armed with the knowledge and power to save Y/N. He performed the ritual, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. As the magic surged through Y/N's veins, she felt the familiar surge of power returning, her immortality restored.

Y/N and Klaus stood before each other, their eyes filled with a love that defied the boundaries of time. The trials they had faced had only strengthened their bond, deepening their understanding of the true meaning of eternity.

In that moment, Y/N realized that love was the true essence of their immortality. It was the thread that wove their souls together, an eternal flame that burned brighter with each passing year. With Klaus by her side, Y/N knew that she had found her forever, a love that would endure through the ages.

And so, Y/N and Klaus continued their journey, their love a beacon in the darkness of their immortal existence. They faced the centuries together, hand in hand,their bond unbreakable and their hearts intertwined. They traversed the ever-changing landscape of the supernatural world, their love serving as a constant source of strength and solace.

Though the years rolled on, their connection remained unyielding. They witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of empires, but through it all, their love endured. They became a legend, whispered in hushed tones among the supernatural beings who crossed their path—a testament to the power of a love that transcended time.

And as the world continued to spin, Y/N and Klaus found comfort in their eternal bond. They reveled in the beauty of the night sky, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined in a love that would endure for all of eternity. In each other's arms, they had found the true meaning of immortality—a love that defied the constraints of mortality and bound them together in an eternal embrace.

Redemption's Embrace

In the heart of New Orleans, a vampire named Y/N found Herself burdened by a dark and tormented past. Haunted by the memories of her actions, she yearned for redemption, a chance to make amends for the lives she had taken. Little did she know that her journey would intersect with the enigmatic Klaus Mikaelson, a figure known for his tumultuous history.

Klaus, intrigued by Y/N's quest for redemption, saw a glimmer of possibility in their eyes. He knew the weight of past mistakes all too well and recognized the genuine desire for change within Y/N's soul. He approached her, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and compassion.

"Y/N," Klaus spoke, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. "I've seen the darkness that consumes your soul. But I've also discovered that redemption is not beyond reach. If you're willing, I can offer you a chance at redemption and a place within the Mikaelson family."

Y/N's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within her heart. She had longed for a chance at redemption, a way to find peace within herself. To be offered a place within the Mikaelson family, a family known for her own dark pasts, was an opportunity she never thought possible.

"I… I would be honored," Y/N whispered, their voice filled with gratitude and determination. "I want to change, to make things right. I want to find redemption."

And so, Y/N went on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, guided by Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The path was not an easy one, as she faced her darkest memories and confronted the consequences of her actions. But she was never alone. Klaus stood by her side, offering guidance and understanding every step of the way.

Together, they delved into the depths of Y/N's past, unearthing painful memories and confronting the ghosts that haunted her. Y/N's heartache and remorse poured out, their emotions raw and vulnerable. Klaus listened, his own past resonating with hers, and offered a steady hand to guide her through the darkness.

As time passed, Y/N's journey of redemption took an unexpected turn. The connection between her and Klaus deepened, evolving into a love that transcended her past mistakes. she shared experiences that forged a bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

But just as their love blossomed, an old enemy resurfaced, seeking revenge against Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The enemy, a vengeful vampire seeking to exploit Y/N's past, threatened to tear apart the fragile threads of redemption they had woven.

Y/N found herself caught in a web of deceit and manipulation, torn between her desire for redemption and the fear of losing the love she had found with Klaus. The enemy used her vulnerabilities against her, whispering reminders of her past mistakes, stoking the flames of doubt in her heart.

Klaus, sensing Y/N's inner turmoil, refused to let her falter. He stood as a pillar of strength, his love unwavering. He reminded Y/N of the progress she had made, and the steps she had taken towards redemption. Together, they faced their demons, confronting the enemy head-on with a resilience born from their shared love.

In the final confrontation, as the enemy's plans unraveled, Y/N stood tall, her determination shining through. She embraced the darkness within her, using it as a weapon against her adversary. With Klaus by her side, they emerged victorious, and the weight of her past finally lifted.

The journey towards redemption had not been easy, but Y/N had achieved it, finding solace in the love of Klaus and the Mikaelson family. Her past mistakes no longer defined them; instead, she served as a reminder of the strength they had found within herself.

As the dust settled and New Orleans regained its equilibrium, Y/N and Klaus stood together, her hearts entwined. She had faced her darkest fears and emerged stronger, their love serving as a beacon of hope and redemption.

In the embrace of Klaus, Y/N found the redemption she had sought, her past mistakes transformed into lessons that guided her path forward. They had discovered that love had the power to heal wounds and that forgiveness was not just a gift they received, but one she could offer to herself.

And so, Y/N and Klaus went on a new chapter, forever bound by their shared journey of redemption and the love that had blossomed amidst the darkness. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their love serving as a constant source of strength and their redemption a testament to the transformative power of love.

Enchanted Flames

In the heart of New Orleans, a powerful witch named Y/N found herself caught in a whirlwind of chaos. Her magic crackled in the air as she faced off against a group of vampires, her eyes blazing with determination. Unbeknownst to her, her display of power had caught the attention of none other than Klaus Mikaelson, the infamous hybrid.

Klaus watched from the shadows, his curiosity piqued by the fiery witch. He had always been drawn to power, and there was something about Y/N that intrigued him. He approached her, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "Impressive display, love. But you should be careful. The streets of New Orleans can be dangerous."

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, her voice laced with defiance. "I can handle myself just fine, thank you. I don't need your help."

Klaus smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I never said I was offering my help. Merely making an observation."

Despite their initial animosity, fate seemed determined to bring them together. They crossed paths time and time again, their encounters filled with tension and sparks of undeniable attraction. Y/N's fiery spirit matched Klaus's own, and they found themselves drawn to each other despite their better judgment.

As their connection deepened, a dangerous enemy emerged from the shadows, threatening to tear them apart. A coven of witches, envious of Y/N's power, sought to eliminate her and claim her magic for themselves. They launched a relentless attack, their spells lashing out with deadly precision.

Klaus, unwilling to let Y/N face this threat alone, stood by her side, his protectiveness surfacing. Together, they fought against the onslaught of dark magic, their powers intertwining in a dance of strength and determination. The battle raged on, each passing moment testing their resolve and their love.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N found herself cornered by the leader of the coven, a formidable witch named Isabella. Isabella's eyes gleamed with malice as she raised her hand, ready to strike a fatal blow. But before she could unleash her spell, Klaus appeared, his eyes burning with fury.

"No one touches her," Klaus growled, his voice filled with a deadly promise.

With a flick of his wrist, Klaus rips Isabella's heart out. Y/N stared at Klaus in awe, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and love. At that moment, she realized that Klaus would always be there to protect her.

The remaining members of the coven, realizing the futility of their efforts, retreated into the shadows, leaving Y/N and Klaus victorious but weary.

Y/N reached out, her hand trembling as she cupped Klaus's cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Klaus's eyes softened as he leaned into her touch, his voice filled with tenderness. "You don't have to thank me, love. Protecting you is what I was born to do."

In that moment, their love transcended the chaos and danger that surrounded them. They had faced death together, and in doing so, they had forged a bond that nothing could break. Their love burned brighter than any spell or curse, an eternal flame that would guide them through the darkest of times.

As the dust settled and the city of New Orleans began to heal, Y/N and Klaus found solace in each other's arms. They knew that their journey was far from over, that more challenges would come their way. But they faced the future with unwavering determination, knowing that their love was a force stronger than any magic or enemy they would encounter.

And so, in the heart of New Orleans, two souls entwined, their love a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness. Together, Y/N and Klaus would face every obstacle, united in their love and ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.

Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.

"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."

You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."

Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.

Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."

Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.

Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."

As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.

In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.

But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.

And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.

As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.

But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.

Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.

𝔎𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔨𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩!

𝔄 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰

ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡

𝔄 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔫 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

𝙰 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2

Expecting Miracles

As the full moon bathed the streets of New Orleans in its ethereal glow, Klaus, paced anxiously in his opulent mansion. His mind was consumed with worry and anticipation as he awaited the return of his beloved, y/n, who was carrying their child.

Klaus had always been a complicated man, burdened by his past and the weight of his family's legacy. But the prospect of becoming a father awakened a softer side of him, a desire to protect and cherish his growing family.

Finally, the front door swung open, and there she was, a radiant glow enveloping her, accentuated by her blossoming belly. Klaus's eyes widened with awe and adoration as he rushed to her side, gently placing his hand on her abdomen to feel the life within.

"My love," Klaus murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and reverence. "You're carrying our child, a miracle born from our love."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Yes, Klaus. Our love created something beautiful."

From that moment on, Klaus vowed to be the best partner and father he could be. He showered y/n with affection, ensuring her every need was met during her pregnancy. He learned about prenatal care, attended doctor's appointments, and even transformed a room in their mansion into a cozy nursery.

Klaus would often place his hand on y/n's belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of their unborn child. He would whisper words of love and encouragement, promising to protect and guide their little one through the challenges of life.

As the due date approached, Klaus's anxiety heightened. He wanted everything to be perfect for y/n and their child. On the day of the birth, Klaus stood by y/n's side, holding her hand and offering words of comfort.

With every push and every breath, y/n brought new life into the world. And when the cries of their newborn baby girl filled the room, Klaus felt tears welling in his eyes. He witnessed a miracle, a tangible symbol of the love he and the reader shared.

In that moment, Klaus knew he had been blessed with a new purpose. He would protect his family at all costs, ensure their happiness, and strive to be the father he had always longed to have.

As Klaus held their newborn Daughter Hope in his arms, he whispered a promise. "I will love and protect you always, my little one. You are the greatest gift life has given me."

And so, the Mikaelson family grew, with Klaus, y/n, and Hope at the center.

Don't Kill!

The doctor gently held Baby Hope's tiny arm, preparing to administer the necessary vaccine. Hope's cries filled the room, her tiny face scrunched up in discomfort. klaus stood nearby, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved daughter in distress.

Klaus's anger surged, his protective instincts raging against the doctor who dared to make his precious baby cry. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, and the urge to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting medical staff grew stronger by the second.

Just as Klaus was about to unleash his fury, a calming voice interrupted his thoughts. It was y/n, his loving wife, who stood by his side, recognizing the turmoil within him.

"Don't go on a murder spree, love," y/n spoke softly, their voice laced with concern and understanding.

Klaus turned his gaze toward y/n, momentarily torn between his instincts and the rationality that y/n always seemed to bring out in him. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain control over his emotions and quell the raging storm within.

The doctor finished administering the vaccine, and Baby Hope's cries began to subside as she was comforted by her mother.

Klaus, still seething with anger, took a step back, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their usual calm blue. He realized that y/n was right. Going on a murderous rampage would not only endanger others but also set a terrible example for his daughter.

Reluctantly, Klaus nodded to y/n, acknowledging their wisdom. "You're right, my love," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I must find another way to protect our family."

Y/n's reassuring hand gently grasped Klaus's, their touch offering solace and support. "We will find a way, Klaus," she said, her voice brimming with unwavering faith. "Together, we can keep our family safe."

Klaus's features softened as he allowed the love and reason in y/n's words to wash over him. He knew that his wife was his anchor, the one who could quell the storm within him and guide him towards a better path.

He would channel his anger into productive avenues, ensuring the safety and happiness of Baby Hope and the rest of their loved ones.

And as they left the doctor's office, Klaus held y/n's hand tightly, grateful for their presence in his life.

A Father's tender care

Y/n watches from a distance, a soft smile playing on your lips as you observe the scene before you. Klaus, your husband and the father of your child stands in the center of the room, cradling your precious daughter, Hope, in his arms. The love and adoration in his eyes are evident as he gazes down at her tiny face. Klaus, known for his ferocity and strength, has always possessed a softer side when it comes to his family. And seeing him with Hope only amplifies that tenderness. His large hands carefully support her delicate body, his touch gentle and protective. It warms your heart to witness the sheer devotion he has for your little girl.

You step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near them. As you do, Klaus looks up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a spark of joy and pride in his gaze, mirroring the same emotions that swell within you. You can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment, knowing that your husband loves your daughter as fiercely as he loves you.

Klaus smiles at you, his expression softening even further. "Look at her, love," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Our daughter, our little Hope."

You nod, your heart brimming with happiness. "She's perfect, Klaus. And she's so lucky to have you as her father."

His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "And I'm the lucky one to have both of you in my life."

As Klaus cradles Hope, you place a hand on his arm, feeling a surge of motherly pride. You know that, with him by her side, your daughter will grow up surrounded by unconditional love and protection.

And as you watch Niklaus dote on your daughter, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for both of them.

Morning Sickness | Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Summary: You're pregnant with Klaus' child. And because of that, you're not feeling so well. Alone in the Mikaelson mansion with Klaus, you're puking all over the place and looking like the shittiest you've ever been──in short, you're a gigantic mess. Unfortunately for Klaus though, he doesn't know that any of those things are normal in a pregnancy and starts fussing over you. And you would've considered it cute, had the fussing not been from him.

Word Count: 2,010

Warning ⚠️: Fluff, angst if you squint, pregnancy, puking, profanity, and reader being a bad bitch.

A/N: If you're confused about the summary (don't worry, I am too lol) this imagine is basically when Hayley was pregnant in season 1 of TO (the first few episodes) but instead of her being preggo, its you. And Klaus being a dramatic bitch, as usual, when he sees you choking your guts out, not knowing that that's normal. (because he's been dead for 1,000 years and is a literal male, so id expect him not to know anything about pregnancies and how they work) P.S feel free to dm me a request!

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

With Klaus Mikaelson's child.

The thought alone was enough to send another round of bile up your throat until its gushing out of your mouth and into the toilet before you. For the third time that very same morning, mind you.

"Fuck this," You cursed as you swiped your wrist against your mouth, panting. "Where the hell is Hayley?" You muttered under your breath as you pushed yourself up and made a beeline for the bedroom connecting to your bathroom with the intention of getting your phone to contact the she-wolf after reassuring yourself multiple times that you were not going to puke again and flushing the toilet.

Pregnant.

You're actually pregnant.

Your eyes flickered down to your belly, the barely noticeable extra weight wouldn't be visible to a stranger's eyes, but to your own, you could see it clear as day. You didn't know how you didn't notice it before. Stupid.

Wincing, you walked towards the bedroom you've been occupying these past few days──a far cry from the one star motels you and Hayley used to stay in as you two traveled around the country in search of her family, and most definitely a massive upgrade from the creepy cemetery you were held captive in a week ago.

You never thought a visit to Mystic Falls could change your life so drastically. You didn't even know what the hell you were thinking when you decided to sleep with Klaus of all people.

"And look how that turned out," You mumbled bitterly to yourself as you plopped down on the inviting bed, sighing. You spied your phone tucked under one of the fluffy pillows and had it in your grasp in a matter of moments. Putting the device to your ear after dialing Hayley's number, you waited impatiently for the she-wolf to answer.

She answered on the second ring.

"Where are you?" Not wasting a beat, you immediately asked.

"Good morning to you too," Hayley quipped dryly. You could almost see her rolling her eyes. Almost.

"You're not in the plantation," You'd know, considering for the past five days since you've been staying in this awfully big house, or mansion (whatever), Hayley's always been the first face you see when you woke up. Until today.

"True. I'm at the Bayou."

You sat up straight at that, "What?" You demanded.

Unbothered by your change of tone, she continued, "I found something real interesting, Y/N. I think it might be the real deal this time." Translation: she's found something about her long-lost family.

You didn't want to give her false hope, and you weren't too willing to start a fight by saying it could be another dead end either, so you stayed silent, willing her to continue.

"I'm with Rebekah, so there's no need to worry. It's not good for the baby."

You scoffed at that, "That just makes me want to worry even more, dumbass. Why the heck didn't you wake me up? I could've accompanied you instead."

"You're pregnant," She said the words as if they were the answers to every question in the world.

"Brilliant observation," You snapped, not being able to resist.

Hayley let out a breath, "I'll be back by noon, Y/N. I'll call you if I find anything interesting."

"And what am I going to be doing until then?"

"Nothing." She says, and hangs up before you could get another, no doubt, sarcastic line in.

"Bitch!" You hissed and, in your rage, threw the phone at the wall, the sound of the impact reverberating loudly through this stupidly wide and empty looking room. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're all of a sudden a damsel in distress. You're the opposite of a damsel, actually. You didn't need to be coddled. You can handle yourself perfectly fine.

A knock on your door steals you out of your thoughts. You racked your brain for any possible faces you might see if you decide to climb out of bed and open the door (sounds extremely tiring, by the way) and only found one: since Elijah was currently somewhere in the hands of Marcel, and because Rebekah and Hayley are in the slums of the Bayou, then that would mean. . .heck no.

"Nobody's here!" You call out, the words coming out muffled because your face is currently stuffed in a heap of awfully comfortable pillows.

The door opens anyway, ignoring your words, and Klaus enters the room, hands clasped behind his back and lips set into a grim line. His eyes are darting around the room as if to search for any signs of danger, shoulders slackening slightly when he finds none.

"I heard a thud."

You rolled your eyes, "It was my phone." You were surprised he even bothered knocking in the first place. He doesn't seem like the type to do so. But then again, you barely know the guy. I know enough.

He doesn't reply, so you took it upon yourself to ask: "What do you want?" Tone far from friendly. You slept with him once and got knocked up──boo hoo, you couldn't care less. From what you've observed, the guy's an ass. He daggered his own brother for goodness sake. He deserves your attitude.

Lunatic, you are a raging lunatic for sleeping with him.

"I came to check up on you," You could barely contain your laughter at his revelation. Ridiculous. You seemed to say with your eyes. Noticing this, he smiles tightly, "Something funny, love?" Passive aggression practically dripped from his words.

You don't answer him, instead, you roll over, turning your back on him, only to feel that familiar churn in your stomach. The same feeling you have when──"Oh, fuck." You yelped. Faster than light, you're back in the bathroom, kneeling in front of a toilet and hands pressed against the walls as you braced yourself.

"What the bloody hell is──" Klaus, furrowed eyebrows and all, marches after you.

You don't bother to tell him to shut the fuck up despite your great temptation to do so before you're hurling your guts out. Again.

Behind you, Klaus goes rigged, hands clenching into fists, he does the only thing he remembers to do then. Walking up to you, he gathers your hair in his hands, away from your face, and waits. Surprisingly calm, despite his strong urge to shake your shoulders for an explanation as to why you were sick.

Too busy throwing up, you don't even notice the gesture.

It felt like a lifetime before you finally felt okay again. You're leaning against the wall, still on the floor, heartbeat irregular and drenched in your own sweat. A towel appears in your line of sight, and just above that, Klaus.

You take the towel from him, albeit hesitantly, and used it to wipe the remaining puke around your mouth. "Thanks," You croaked, voice hoarse.

"Explain," is all he says.

Confused, you cocked your head to the side in question.

"Explain," He repeats, tone deathly calm. Too calm, in fact.

You squint your eyes, "I puked. Now I'm fine. The end." You shoved the towel back to him, to which he glowers at, and stroll, or more like crawl (but your dignity──or what's left of it anyway──won't ever let you admit that) back to your bed with Klaus hot on your heels.

"You're unwell. I want to know why." He doesn't let you reply, "If something bad happens to the baby I──"

You cut him off, "──what is your point?" You crane your neck, your eyes connecting with his own.

A scowl takes over his face, "My point is that you, Y/N, have clearly not been taking care of yourself which means that my child could be suffering because of your carelessness."

Your expression is the definition of confusion until──oh. You laughed out loud, grinning ear-to-ear. Klaus' scowl deepened at the sound, pointedly ignoring the flutter in his stomach upon seeing you smile for the first time since. . .ever.

"You are so stupid," Blunt, you were blunt. And very outspoken too. Never afraid to speak your mind, even when it comes to calling him stupid to his face. Your straightforward personality was what caught his attention back in Mystic Falls. That, and your undeniable beauty too.

He opens his mouth to retort something snarky but you beat him to the punch, "Do you even know why I'm puking, you asshole?" Yes, straightforward indeed. "Because of the baby." You hiss, your smile fading this time. He blinks. "Don't they teach you this shit in middle school?"

"I'm a thousand years old," was all he could say to defend himself.

You glare at him, "All the more reason why you should know how pregnancies work." His scowl diminishes into a tight line, "So the next time you accuse me of being irresponsible," you mocked, "think twice." You sneered, "Now get out!"

Any other day, any other person, Klaus wouldn't have listened to the command. But somehow, you managed to do the impossible again, this time though, you made him listen. And so with one last wary glance your way, he walks out of your room.

000

You're in the balcony when Klaus sees you again. Gazing at the night sky silently and arms perched on the railing──your back to him──you were quite a majestic sight. Hair hanging over your back and clad in a white nightgown, and with the star-filled night sky in front of you, the view in front of him looked fresh out of a painting.

His hand twitched at his side, eager to paint the picture before him. With you as his muse. It would make one hell of a painting, he notes.

"Come to tell me how much of a bad mother I am again?" You spoke up without turning around.

Klaus doesn't reply until he's standing beside you, "No, I come bearing a peace offering."

Your interest peaked at that. "What is it?" You turn your body slightly to face him, eyes automatically dropping to the item in his hand. A medium-sized box with a red bow on top of it.

He pushes the box to you, and never one to deny free stuff, even if its from him, you gladly take it from his hands. "See for yourself."

You open the box with careful precision, and after setting aside the bow and the cover, your gaze locks onto the jewelry inside of it. A necklace, diamond, and hella expensive judging by the word TIFFANY & CO engraved in the side of the box.

"Hayley has informed me of your love for jewelry."

Understatement of the century.

"So you decided to buy me a necklace worth millions as an apology?"

"Compel," He corrected, you flashed him an unimpressed stare. "And yes, this is my. . .apology for wrongfully accusing you this morning."

When you continued to remain silent, he said in a slightly irritated tone, "Well? Do you accept?"

"No."

He blanched.

"I want an actual apology." He raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "I want to hear you say I'm sorry."

Klaus looked like he wanted to do anything but, but eventually decided against it. "I'm sorry," He said through gritted teeth.

You grinned, and damn him if the sight of it didn't make his heart clench. "Better."

He eyed the box in your hands, "Does this mean you don't want the necklace?"

Your smile widened, "Oh, I want it, alright. I just wanted to hear you say sorry." You patted his chest lightly and every muscle in his body practically sang in delight at your touch. "Looks like you aren't so bad, after all, Klaus." And after sending him a wink, your stunning eyes glittering under the moonlight, you proceed to skip away from him.

Klaus follows your form with his eyes until you disappear into a dark hallway, and then mutters under his breath, a tiny smile ghosting over his lips, "Neither are you, Y/N."

MASTERLIST

Hardin Scott

If the world was ending

Truth or dare

Tessa Young

Happier

Joseph Morgan

Being married to joseph morgan

having a crush on joseph morgan

Sebastian Stan

Instagram au

Incorrect Quotes

Chloé being pregnant with bucky's child

incorrect quote

Bucky Barnes

best grade

Draco Malfoy

truth or dare

you want me to blame you (au)

King and Queen of Crazy

boyfriend

Jensen Ackles

Social Media Au

Dangerous Angel part 2 part 3

Vinnie Hacker

Instagram AU

No longer writing for

STRAY KIDS

FIC RECS

About me

I'm legal

18+

Haven't been posting much because I'm finishing high school

Final exams

5 more papers to write

Sneak peaks on what I'm working on

you can write headcanons about marrying or being married to joseph morgan (i love this man)

(not my gif credit to the creator)

Marrying Joseph Morgan would include :

Him loving you with his whole mind, body, heart and soul

Having a great relationship with Gillies, Holt, Tonkin and the rest of the cast

Scaring him at random times of the day

Helping him back Danielle Rose Russell when she was getting bullied for her weight

Spending time with Summer Fontana on set

Attending Comic Con and panels for support

Hugs at random times of the day from both of you

Helping him with his anxiety and him with yours (this only includes of you have anxiety or even if you don't)

Him being caring when on your period

Cuddles and lots of it

hi can you do headcanons about joseph morgan having a crush on you?

Joseph Morgan Headcanon

(not my gif credit to the owner)

How Joseph would react to having a crush on you :

At first he would start to deny it and saying "you're just a friend"

He then would start realising you are not just a friend because Gillies pointed it out that he was staring a lot

He would always try to strike up a conversation with you to find out how to impress you

But what he didn't know is that y/n had a crush on him

In interviews with the cast he would always try sitting next to her and whisper in her ear

Months go by and he finally has the courage to ask you on a date

Let's be real he'll be a complete gentleman and bring you flowers, pull out your chair, pay for dinner, open your doors and ask if he can kiss you

You try to keep your relationship a secret from the public but the cast already knew and Claire accidentally outs the relationship in a interview

Some fans are happy about it because Joseph is happy and smiling more

Others are hateful but you both don't care

Example of what he post

JosephMorgan - she's mine

Example what you post

yourusername - happy boy

You get married after 2 years of dating

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hello can you write an imagination based on dove cameron's boyfriend song, where klaus mikaelson is in love with y/n and is jealous of her boyfriend because he thinks he can be a better boyfriend than him

Break The Walls - Klaus Mikaelson (pt.1)

Summary: Klaus gets closer to you after Stefan's actions because he's could better boyfriend than him.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Witch!Reader, Stefan Salvatore x Female!Witch!Reader, Kol Mikaelson x Female!Witch!Reader (almost none)

Word Count: 4354

Warning: Family issues, toxic relationship, everyone loves elena (i'm sorry but i hate her.), talk about daggers, ache and being bitten.

A/U: Lots of people liked and wanted my idea and here we are.. This is the longest thing I've ever written! Editing this was like a trip through hell... Let me know if you want to be tagged for the second part.. My native language is not English, the gif is not mine and based on Dove Cameron-Boyfriend. Don’t forget to listen to the song

Masterlist / Serie Masterlist

You started walking towards your house with disappointment on your shoulders. Your tired of every meeting with Stefan ending up like this. He always took a job, was always busy with Elena. Even if you didn't want to see truth, deep down you knew. You were hurting more and more each day. Because he's loves still Elena.  You get it your key in your pocket and walked to Caroline's house.

You've been living with them for several years. The sheriff agreed because she didn't want you to stay with your abusive family any longer.. You and Caroline have grown closer since then. You distanced yourself from Elena during your time with her and decided she wasn't such a great friend after all.. Yet you didn't turn your back on her when she asked you for help.

When you entered the garden, you saw the box in front of the door. It was a large rectangle of navy blue and tied with a beautiful white ribbon. You bent down and picked it up. It had your name handwritten on it. You pursed your lips. While holding the box with one hand, you opened the door with the other and entered. "Hey, Care!"

"I'm here, babe!" When you heard her voice from the hall, you closed the door with your foot. You took off your boots and put on your slippers instead. You left the key on the key ring and walked over to her with the box in hand.

"Did you see who left this?” The large box in her hand immediately caught the blonde's attention. She quickly got up from the sofa she was sitting on and came towards you.

"No, but I have a guess. " she said gruffly. She took the box from his hand and placed it on the table. You both had the his name in mind and didn't like he equally.. Caroline's reason was that he had hooked Tyler and confused him. Yours was different. When you first saw him, you didn't know who he was. He looked good as hell, and all you could think about was to go talk to him—until you saw Elijah by his side. He also tried to talk to you two days after that, but you snapped him. He had tried to kill your friends, had made Stefan his slave, and killed Jenna. You didn't really sympathize with him.

At least that's what you told yourself

"Will you open?" Caroline nudged you impatiently. You nodded and took a deep breath, taking the envelope in your hand. Trying not to tear it, you opened it through the cut and took the note inside. Caroline poked her head over your shoulder and looked at the paper.

Dear Y/N,

We would love to see you and your friend Caroline at the Mikaelson Ball. For new beginnings and the continuation of traditions. 

You turned the back of the paper. There was a handwriting that you did not recognize, but when you saw the name at the bottom, you knew who it belonged to. "Save me a dance, fondly. -Klaus."

"Really?"You rolled your eyes and threw the paper on the table. It would be foolish of him to really expect you to do this. You weren't even planning to go to that ball, but he wanted a dance from you.Still, you couldn't help your curiosity. Your hand went to the box to get the rabbit out of the hat. "I hope it's a very bad dress." You laughed at Caroline and opened the box. Well... that was a beautiful dress.

You've never seen anything more like this. It was dark blue. There were silver embroideries on the corset part. The tulle straps on her shoulders looked very nice. You noticed that Caroline was also keeping quiet."So I guess it's not such a bad dress, huh?" You turned your head to him. She grabbed the dress by shoulders and lifted it into the air. She turned his head towards you and raised her eyebrows."Are you joking me?"

She slowly placed the dress in the box and placed her hands on your shoulders. “This dress is amazing. See those seams? Handmade. I'm starting to think he's starting to really like you. Because if I had a dress like this, I wouldn't gift it to anyone." You tried hard not to roll your eyes.

"Well, you can wear it. I'm not coming to the prom." You closed the lid of the box and turned, leaving it on the table, but Caroline sped ahead with vampire speed.. "What about the Elena's plan? You know you need to stall Klaus.” Yeah, of course there was that topic. Yes, you hated Klaus but you really didn't feel comfortable playing tricks on him.

Tell them this over and over, but they all come back to you with the same words. 'This is for our friend.' 

"Look around, when was the last time Elena did something for us?" Caroline's lips opened to answer, but closed back just as quickly. You guessed. "I thought so, too." You left her there, walked past her, and went to your room. You closed the door behind you. You lay on your back on the bed. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the pain in your heart. Ever since you met Klaus, that pain hasn't gone away. You pressed your hand there. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. You could go and have a calming tea or go to the hospital, but staying was very difficult. You couldn't answer when the doorbell rang.

"Y/N?" Caroline opened the door and slowly walked in. She had come to your sooner than your thought. You didn't get up but you turned your head towards her. "I'm sorry." You nodded and started to sit on the bed with support from the bed. She sat next to you on the bed and slumped cross-legged. "I know you don't want to come, but can't you at least come because he wants to see you?" you knew who she meant. "Never mind Elena."

“I really don’t think I can go to Care . I feel sick.” As soon as you finished your sentence, she put her hand on your forehead. You frowned. You said, “Witches don't get physically sick.”. She pulled her hand away and looked at you. "But my heart aches. It's like having a seizure."

"When was the last time you had a seizure?" she asked. Normally she would be there at moments like this, but sometimes you tried to hide it from her.

"I don't know, " you nodded your head. She reached out and hugged you. you put your arms around her.

"I love you, okay? I can stay here tonight if you want."

"No, no. If you're going, I'll go too." she laughed and stepped back. "I'm going to wear that dress and come with you, but just because I don't want to be home alone." Caroline nodded and took your hand. You two started laughing after a few seconds of silence. "I love you too. You're my best friend, Caroline."

"Okay, we have to start getting ready!" Caroline quickly got out of bed and left the room. You were feeling a little better, the pain in your heart was starting to go away. You did breathing exercises until Caroline came into the room with the box in her hand.. "I have a blue dress, we can match and I'm sure Stefan will fall in love with you all over again when he sees you in this dress." Even if you don't think like her, you shook your head so that she wouldn't be discouraged.. You got out of bed and opened the box and held the dress over you. It fit her size perfectly.

"Come on, I'm sure there are better boys at the ball than Tyler.” Caroline grimaced. You knew she really loved Tyler, but being Klaus' half-blood had changed him a lot. Besides, he hadn't been around for a long time. He had bitten Caroline, on Klaus' orders, and left you dependent on him. You knew Klaus already knew about this, but you ended up you go to him and asked him to help. Even though you did this to save Caroline, the others sent you to her because you 'grabbed klaus'.

You were caught off guard when Caroline threw the pillow she had taken from your bed on your head, and the pillow hit you and fell to the floor. You rolled your eyes as she left laughing. With a quick flick of your wrist, you closed the door and began to take off your clothes. You really didn't think Klaus liked you enough to send you a dress like this. You always thought that his interest was to get you to his side, but that's starting to feel more and more real.You straightened your shoulders after putting on the dress. It looked beautiful on your and was even more comfortable than you  thought. You walked to your closet and looked for shoes to match the dress.

You took them out thinking your white heels were appropriate. You sat down at the vanity to get your hair styled into the style you wanted. There was a little excitement in you. It was a really good opportunity to work things out with Stefan. If he doesn't get caught up in Elena's plan. You felt like you really loved him, even though your brain was telling you to break up with him.

When Caroline came into your room, the two of you started experimenting with different hairstyles. You continued your fun until two hours before the prom. When you finally got your hair in the style you wanted, you started on your make-up.. "Do you think I should break up with Stefan?" you asked, not taking your eyes off the mirror as you put on your lipstick.

"Why would you even think of such a thing?" she was dusting her face with powder. As she waved the brush at you, your nose itched from the dust. She laughed and went on with her work. You slapped her on the shoulder. 

"I don't know." You admitted. You didn't know how long you had been dealing with this thought.

"It's just… He's very busy with Elena. You know. Everyone's so busy with Elena." Caroline realized what you meant. You both love Elena -most of the time, at least. But gradually you realize that you are being pushed into the background.

"At least we're each other's first choice." she said. You smiled and nodded. "If you no longer know what to do with his love, I will support you." You continued to apply your makeup. You commented on what Caroline said while she was telling you something. You left the house a little while before the prom. You grabbed a thin jacket and slid into Caroline's arm. Mikaelson Mansion wasn't very far so you walked the way there.

"You should talk to Klaus." You turned your head to blonde. "If you don't like him, he really shouldn't try so hard.."

"He killed Jenna. He's enemy."

"He's Elena's enemy. Not your." You remained silent and bit your lips. You truly loved Jenna and grieved her death. Even that was enough to make Klaus your enemy, but... You couldn't look at him like your previous enemies..

As you entered, the servant at the door took your jacket from ypur shoulder. Caroline slipped out of your arm. "I'm going to Bonnie's."

"Are you going to leave me alone?" when you turned your head to the left and she pointed to Klaus, who was staring at you as the woman across from him laughed. You briefly made eye contact as he looked at Klaus with him. Smiled at you.

"It looks like he won't leave you alone." You called after her as she left, but she didn't stop. You rolled your eyes and started walking towards the crowd. You didn't stop until Klaus showed up..

 "Good evening." 

"I need a drink." You took a deep breath and walked past him. The smell of him cologne seemed to get stronger with every step you took away from him... You kept walking without turning around. Drinking was an excuse, you wouldn't even drink it. You thought Klaus knew this, but he still didn't come after you. You searched for Stefan in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Elijah caught your attention as you struggled to get somewhere by the wall.. During him talk, you saw Esther come down the stairs. All the Mikaelsons were there. The eldest is Finn and the youngest is Kol. Remembered  the note Klaus sent you when Elijah talked about dancing. You wore the dress because you had nothing else to wear, but you didn't intend to dance with him. You saw Stefan. You walked to go to him. You were hoping he would ask you to dance. When you followed where him eyes were looking, you saw Damon and Elena. You pressed your lips together and wanted to turn back but he had already seen you. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Caroline insisted." you said. "You?" You asked as if you didn't know the details from Caroline. 

"Ester invited Elena to speak."  You laughed in one syllable. Here it was again Elena. Stefan opened his mouth to say something, but just then Klaus came up to you..

"I asked you to book me a dance." Klaus even looked at you with a smile on his face.

Then he turned his gaze to Stefan. "I hope you don't mind if I steal your girlfriend from you for a few minutes."  You were tired now. You knew you couldn't take this relationship any longer. Before Stefan could say anything, you grabbed Klaus's outstretched hand and turned to him. "I'm sure he'll doesn't mind. Just like he doesn't mind thinking about his ex while he has a girlfriend.." You left Stefan behind as Klaus raised his eyebrows and pulled you towards the dance floor. You didn't really like doing this to him, but you didn't want to be caught off guard by what he did to you.

You looked at the others as the music started playing. You had no idea about the waltz but everyone seemed to know what they were doing. You decided to imitate what they did. Klaus turned his head towards you as you started walking and turned across. When you looked at him, he didn't say anything, he's just made you look away. He took your hand. You put your hand on his shoulder. The tension was at its peak as you did the classical dance moves around a circle.. "glad you came."

"Well, I just came for the food."

"I heard about Caroline father." You frowned when you changed the subject. Really? You're pissed that he's reacting like it wasn't him who killed him. Bill was a shitty dad but still Caroline loved him. "Don't, everybody knows you did it." You saw Klaus' brows furrow. He's acting, he's a good actor. He's just acting."I assure you my love, I didn't kill him. I wouldn't hide it if I did."

You knew Klaus well enough to know that he was someone who wouldn't shy away from what he did. You remained silent and continued to keep up with him.  "Very well, we can talk about that later. You look too beautiful in that dress."

"I didn't really have time to shop."

"I wonder what's the excuse for wearing the bracelet I gave you?" yeah, There was also a bracelet in the box. You could see in every way that it was very valuable and you wore it too. You didn't know why. You couldn't answer him. "No? Okay, you're a really good dancer.."

"Well, when Caroline wanted to be the queen of Mystic Falls, I helped her with the dance." You shook your head, pleased with the change of subject. You swallowed as you thought of what Caroline had said and turned to him. "Don't do such things."

"How?" Klaus pulled you closer with his hand on your waist. Your faces are even closer. He was smart enough to understand what you meant, but he wanted to hear the words from you..

“As if you like me. Or like you care about me. Don't act like that when you want to kill my friends." You slid your hand on his shoulder to his arm. "Just don't do that. Please." He leaned towards your ear. "But I really like you, love." He turned you around.

Kol pulled you in as you waited to meet him face to face again.. "partner exchange, darling." you turned your head and looked at Klaus. He was with Caroline, and they beside with... Stefan and Elena. You took a deep breath and turned your head to the youngest Mikaelson.

"Wasn't there really another girl left?" You tried hard not to roll your eyes. You couldn't help feeling like the Mikaelsons were stuck on you.

"No, I chose you just to understand why my brother was so impressed with you." This time you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "A hopeless romantic isn't it?"

"Yeah," You couldn't help but laugh at the smile on him face. He didn't look dangerous, but you knew he was. "Are all Mikaelsons as clingy as he is?"

"No, actually, I've never had a girlfriend before. It might be because I spent more than half of my years with a dagger." you laughed. You knew Klaus's daggers. The arm leaned towards your ear. "Besides, he's really jealous. He can't believe I'm the one making you laugh right now." As the arm moved away you turned your head and saw Klaus looking at you.. The song was almost over when you turned back to Kol.

"he's really pretty but I love my friends, he's trying to kill them. It's not a very good combination." Kol laughed as the music ended. After seeing couples slowly pull back and bow, you mimicked them. "I hope to meet again soon, darling." You smiled as Kol placed a kiss on her hand over her gloves. Indeed, if he weren't the enemy, you could even say it was a pleasure to talk to him.. You nodded and left the dance hall. You went out into the backyard as the mansion was starting to get crowded.

You were watching the garden from the door when you saw horses ahead. You went outside, not caring that it was a little cold. You walked towards them. You ran your hand through someone's mane. As the horse bent down and ate the grass on the ground, you felt someone else's presence next to you. "We finally alone, ha?"

"I'm not talking to you until you tell me why you invited me here." You spoke quickly without turning your head towards him. The smell of him cologne had taken over you again.

"I'm fancy you, that's hard yo believe?" You turned your head towards him. Without answering him, you took a step towards the horse and patted its back. You could feel him watching you, smiling. Yet you didn't look at him. "even if you don't believe, i could be a better boyfriend than him."

You laughed and turned your head towards him. "Really?" approached you. he ran him fingers over your bare shoulder. As you looked into his eyes, you resisted with all your being to stay away from his lips. 

"Yeah, inside everyone's dancing and he's not with you. I never would have left you alone." you swallowed. You took a few steps back so you wouldn't be fooled by his words. You saw Klaus grin. Smart hybrid. You moved closer to the horse so that you wouldn't be under his effect "Do you like horses?"

"Yeah, i like." You couldn't look at him. You thanked the dress for keeping your knees from shaking. You hated that.

"You know? Horses are the opposite of people, they're the loyal," you began to listen to him with interest. "My father hunted me for a thousand years and the closest he ever came way the day he killed my favorite horse he... he severed its neck with a sword as a warning." 

"Sorry." You turned to him not knowing what to do. You wanted to show that you were really sorry by putting your hand on his shoulder.. "Have you ever tried talking to him?"

"I was afraid of making things more complicated. Like you." You felt yourself short of breath. You understood her doing research on you, but it bothered you that he said it like that.. "Don't talk about them!" He understood what you meant when you spoke harshly, referring to your family.

"You don't know anything, Niklaus Mikaelson. And I advise you not to talk about things you don't know.." You turned around and started walking quickly inside. You were really starting to like talking to him. until him bring the matter to your family.You and your mother have never been on good terms. She tried to make you her own but you never wanted to give in to her compulsions..It was easier when use you when you were younger, but things changed as you got older. Your father said nothing to defend you. And it didn't help that he came up to you after all the fights and said you were right. That's why you completely isolate yourself from them. And when it turns out you're a witch... She hit you as hard as he could. He called you 'infidel' and kept saying things about you needing treatment. When Sheriff Forbes showed up at her door with bruises on your body, she was like a real mother to you. Maybe that was the biggest reason you got close with Caroline.Yet your 'family' still lived in town, and it was an undeniable fact that you sometimes came across it, even if you tried to stay as far away from them as possible. You were thankful they didn't tell anyone you were a witch because they saw it as a family embarrassment. You didn't realize he was following you until Klaus grabbed your arm.

"I'm sorry," he said, and you saw sincerity in his eyes. Although you didn't want to let go, you felt the anger slowly subside. "I won't say anything about this again. I just want you to come with me. I will show you something." You took a deep breath and turned your head.

"Okay, but just because I don't want to face any Salvatore." he smiled and extended his arm to you. You held on to him and started walking with him. When you entered, you climbed the stairs and entered an old room.

"So what did you want to show me?" You dragged the hair that fell on your face behind your ear as you looked around the room full of paintings.

"One of my passions." He dragged you in front of a big painting.There was a river flowing through the mountains and the clouds from the sky were reflected in the river.

"Oh impressive take it the artist at the Louvre aren't on vervain." he laughed and bowed his head. Her smile was beautiful.

"Well yeah." You extended your arm towards him. You showed me the bracelet full of diamonds on the glove.

"What about these where'd you steal this from?"

"Well that's a long story." You nodded and looked at the other pictures as he shrugged. You turned to him when you picked up a pencil drawing of a woman's face in fine detail.

"Wait, did you draw this?"

"Yeah, um. Actually one of my landscrapes is hanging at the Armitage not that anyone would like this. Have you been?" You lowered your head and put the picture back in, then looked at it again.

"I've never really been anywhere." You hadn't even ventured beyond the confines of this town.

"I'll take you," you exhaled loudly. "Wherever you want." You turned your head to him again. You really wanted to see how hard he'd try tonight to convince you. "Rome,” you raised your eyebrows slightly. “Paris,” you frowned slightly. “Tokyo.” You couldn't help laughing at his amused face.

"Wow" You both laughed. Indeed, spending time with him was perhaps not as bad as you thought, and you both forgot about the unpleasant conversation you just had.. "must be really nice to just snap your fingers and get whatever you want."

He pressed his lips together and turned to you with a smile. "Except one thing." he said. You raised your eyebrows as a question. He understood the message. "You." You turned your head and exhaled loudly. he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. He leaned towards your lips. "I could do the shit that he never did, up all night." You felt as if your knees weren't carrying you as him fingers ran up and down your bare shoulder.

"Thinkig I'm gonna steal you from him."

"Klaus," Your eyes drifted to his lips as your breath trembled. When you looked into his eyes again, you saw that his blue eyes were shining. "I have to go." You forcibly separated yourself from him. "I'm sure Caroline is bored. I have to go to her."

Klaus raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together. You saw a sly smile on his face as because he almost broke your wall. "Well, ladies first. I'm insist."  you almost felt like you were going to pass out as you walked out the door. You almost kissed him. You have never felt him cologne so intensely. After you left the room, you quickly left her side and found Caroline. She was with Bonnie. You said goodbye to Bonnie and left the prom after you spent some time trying to persuade her to go.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Caroline asked as she walked by, taking your arm.

"Morning." You dismissed her, but you still felt Klaus' scent close to you.

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