#the originals x yn
Elijah: Where’s Katerina?
Klaus: Doing stuff.
Elijah: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Freya?
Klaus: Stopping Katerina from doing stuff.
Elijah: Kol?
Klaus: Stopping Freya, so Katerina can do the stuff.
Elijah: And you?
Klaus: Distracting you, so Katerina can do the stuff.
Katerina: Don’t kill me, I have a husband.
Villain of the week: Do you think I care?
Katerina: That wasn’t a plea, it was a warning.
Villain of the week: What-
Klaus, kicking down the door: Who dares touch my wife?!
Diamond: It seems like you get really upset when Katerina is linked to other guys
Klaus:No
Diamond:No?
Klaus:No. I just wanna kill them
Klaus: i fear anyone or anything !!
Kol, whispering behind him: except Katerina your wife
Klaus: except my wife
Freya: So Katerina, we know that you are having problems in your life right now.
Kol: Yeah, how big your problems?
Katerina: *looks at Klaus* Klaus, how tall are you?
Klaus:what?
Kol & Freya:what?
Klaus: so… what would you do if you were in bed with me?
Katerina: depends. Is your bed comfortable?
Klaus:yes
Katerina: i’d sleep
Klaus: Hi, Love
Katerina, internally: There he is, he’s here, my favorite person in the world, the love of my life! God i just want to stare at him and hold him and kiss him for the rest of my life—
Katerina: What the FUCK did you do
Diamond: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Katerina:It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
Diamond: The three of them saw it, Katerina. How do you explain that?
Katerina: *points at Rebekah* Sleep deprivation. *points at Klaus* Paranoia.*points at Kol* Delusional personality disorder.
Landon:Is this the part where you tell me that if I hurt her you’ll kill me?
Klaus:No, if you hurt Hope, she is perfectly capable of killing you herself.
Landon:Hope?
Klaus:No , Katerina…
Klaus:My wife
Katerina: It’s time for plan B.
Hope: We have a plan B?
Katerina: No, but it’s time for one.
Klaus:*yawns*
Katerina: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Klaus: Then you must be exhausted.
Rebekah: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
Katerina: WHO DID THIS? WHOEVER DID THIS IS GOING TO BE-
Hope:It was me…
Katerina: be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance
Diamond: If it was me I’d probably be dead
Katerina:When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I’m not proud of it.
Nikolai: You’re kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.
Katerina: Wait, so Kol kissed you and you said “thank you?”
Diamond:Yes.
Katerina: ….. Well that was very polite.
Klaus: What would you do if I got kidnapped ?
Katerina: Wait like an hour, they’ll bring you back once they’ve had enough.
Klaus: That’s it? You won’t beat them up?
Katerina: Haven’t they been punished enough?
Klaus: What if they hurt me ?
Katerina: Oh, in that case they won’t live to see the next day
Klaus: A little better, thanks
Diamond: You two have a weird relationship
Klaus: *asleep on the couch*
Katerina: *rubbing Klaus’s face lovingly*
Katerina: *whispering* Bitch.
Rebekah:Katerina… wake up.
Katerina, drowsy: Mhh… Five more minutes.
Rebekah: Come on, I even made breakfast for us!
Katerina: Lies, I don’t hear the smoke alarm.
Katerina: Hey, can you teach me how to play the trumpet?
Rebekah:Why?
Katerina: I want to follow Elijah around and annoy him with it.
Rebekah: You know you don’t need to know how to play the trumpet to annoy Elijah, right?
Katerina:
Katerina: Oh, my god, you’re right.
Hope: hey Mom, don’t know if you noticed but i slipped a little note into your lunch to say how much i love you.
Katerina: thanks Hope, that’s really sweet but-
Katerina, holding up a ten page letter: this is not a little note
Requested: yes
Published: November 11th, 2021
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader
Prompt(s): funny #5 & #27, angst #20 & #21 from my prompt list
Warning(s):none but it has a nothappy ending
Word count:1.7k
Author’s note: Omigod omigod! This is a favorite definitely! I also live for writing about scenes directly in the show. It’s just so exciting to put Y/N into something completely canon!
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AUGUST 1902, PARIS, FRANCE
Your giggles could be heard all throughout the mansion you occupied. With speed one wouldn’t think was possible, you and your lover made your way to the vestibule. Your dress was hindered useless the moment you were prompted against the lavish wall. Portraits of people were all around you, no doubt adding to your arousal.
“We must be quiet, Nik,” you said through breathless moans. The feeling of his lips on your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your skin was euphoric. You wrapped your arms around his neck, yanking his hat off his head in order to get better access to his locks.
“I am quite silent, my love,” he said in between pampering kisses all over, “It is you who is unable to control their desires.”
“You bastard,” was the only thing you managed to bite out before you were on the move again. Your back hit the soft mattress with a soft thud, and a body came over it.
Niklaus Mikaelson had seen every curve of you for the better part of 800 hundred years.
And yet somehow, he still couldn’t get enough of you.
With every century comes a new type of layer that would wrap you like a present for him to unwrap and with the current, newest era, the skirt that hid your willowy legs hitched up better than in any other.
As he continued to kiss you and revel in your scent, a different, more menacing part of him that held layers and layers of self-loathing and self-doubt began to break through to the surface of his heart.
As he continued to roam your body with his mouth, the dagger hidden in his mass of clothes rubbed against like a taut, showing what he needed to do.
He went through the trouble of finding a witch obedient enough to cast a spell on the dagger. Niklaus made it custom for you, the dagger, as the one he used on his brother’s was meant for the firsts of firsts.
If it meant anything, his heart broke at the thought.
Niklaus pinned you to the bed, putting enough way on you to make you helpless yet clueless. While one hand cupped the corset that adorned you, the other one travelled behind his front until it grasped the hilt of the dagger, he hid from you so well.
The next few moments were the worst moments of your life.
The familiar striking pain of a dagger enveloped your body, and you gasped. Your eyes found your lover’s teary ones, and the only thing you could do was ask why before your skin grew gray and your eyes closed.
Niklaus Mikaelson cried like never before.
***
2011, MYSTIC FALLS, VIRGINIA
When you opened your eyes, the thirst that overcame your entire being was like never before. Your gums were under immerse pressure, the fangs that you were in possession of threatening to slide right out.
“Well look who it is.”
The voice was undeniably Kol’s. You just knew it.
Straight out of death and you knew it was him.
“Our brother’s partner in crime. Look where that got you.”
“Blood,” was all you said to him. Or more like whispered. Your throat was too dry to do any better and that was the perfect indicator that let you know you have been dead for a long time.
“Here, drink,” it wasn’t Kol’s voice anymore. Next to you appeared Elijah, dressed in a different set of clothes from what you remembered. In his hands was blood, and despite the weird packaging it came in, your primal instincts were sure.
You could barely even raise your head, let alone close in on the bag to down it.
Elijah had to help you.
And he did.
He cradled your head in his hand, carefully raising you until your lips brushed against the bag.
It didn’t take long until you finished three of those bags.
And when you did, all you felt was anger toward the one person you never felt even remotely annoyed at.
***
“Go ahead and kill me. I know you’ll do it when he brings the coffin.”
Stefan was very much still alive, despite the harsh burns on his hand. As Klaus pulled him out of the fire, his grunts of pain became less frequent. “You really have given up, haven’t you? Where’s the fight? Where’s the ripper?”
Klaus pushes Stefan as a taunt. Stefan pushes back aggressively. Suddenly, Elijah and Damon return to the room, beside them a female servant that’s carrying a tray.
“Elijah…why haven’t you left?”
“Where are your manners, brother? We forgot dessert.” He announced, swiping at the tray and removing its cover. Three silver daggers lie on it. Two for originals, and a one, rendered ineffective after a witch undid its curse.
Klaus visibly paled, “What have you done?”
“What have you done?” Elijah said, “You see, I’ve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We’re doing this on my terms now.”
Behind him and Damon, Kol saunters into the room.
“Kol.” Was all Klaus managed to say, taking a step back.
“Long time, brother.”
Klaus starts to back away, but Finn suddenly appears and grabs the dagger.
“Finn, don’t!”
It’s a lost plead as the older brother failed to listen, stabbing him through the hand.
Klaus rushes away but runs into Rebekah. She’s itching to get revenge, looking at him with dull, emotionless eyes.
“Rebekah…”
She all but listens as she stabs him with a dagger, her own dagger at that, “This is for our mother.”
After the blonde pulled the dagger out, Klaus fell back into Kol’s awaiting arms. He is quickly restrained.
Elijah looks at Damon and Stefan, “You’re free to go. This is family business.”
Both brothers turn to leave but are stopped when you appear at the entrance. There is little they can do but stop in their tracks and let shock make its residence on their faces. You were a myth on your own. A legend in your own right. “I believe it’s my business too, n'est-ce pas?”
Damon allowed himself to whistle at the remains of your French accent, “Straight out of a movie this one. And French too? Good luck, Klaus. You’re gonna need it.”
“I’m not French,” you told the darker man with an accent thicker than desired, “Niklaus and I so happened to spend time in France for the bigger part of the 19th century. That is before he killed me. Did we not Niklaus?”
“Well, then,” the man commented, “Sucks to be you then.”
“Oui.”
Both brothers brushed past you after that, leaving you alone with the Mikaelsons. The girl you once were was long gone. There was agony in your heart, but you would rather die than show it to Nik. “I thought I left you in that coffin a century ago?”
His attempt to save himself from physical pain was lame, “Well, I got out. Surprise!”
And then you did the only thing you needed to do.
You stabbed that son of a bitch with the same dagger he stabbed you with in the heart of France. This living room was not even close to the French bedchamber you made love to him in, but he didn’t deserve anything better than that.
Niklaus’ grunts went unheard, the look in his eyes close to devastation when he brought his head up to look at you. A tear escaped his eye, and so help you god if you didn’t twist the dagger in your hand harder, lurching it deeper into him. After a while, you pulled it out with the same aggression you inserted it with.
“Now,” you commenced, looking around the Mikaelson siblings, and for the first time since you’ve known them having something in common with them, “Where were we?”
***
“I see you made yourself pretty comfortable.”
Klaus’ voice stopped you from packing further. While it was true you had no idea how to operate these new clothes and bags, it was an even bigger truth that you’d rather continue being clueless about them than talk to him.
“I did,” you said, not looking at him as you threw in what Rebekah called a tunic. What kind of cloth was that? The material was off, and god was it revealing. “Your mother was kind enough to offer me a spare room. There is so much I must learn.”
“You’re leaving?” He asked quietly.
You hit him back with a quieter question, only then finding it in yourself to look his way. His face held so much pain, but so did yours, “How can you expect me to stay in your vicinity after what you did to me?”
“I did it to protect you.”
“Protect me from what?” You allowed yourself to raise your voice, “We were in beautiful France. We had everything we could ever wish for.”
Nik’s face turned to the ground, “You don’t protect someone by putting them in a coffin for over a century.”
Could it really be? Could your voice really not soothe him anymore?
“All of us Nik,” you continued, the unpacked clothes forgotten now that anger started bubbling. “You locked us all away! You made me miss so much! One hundred years Niklaus!”
“You only think about yourself.” You told him, continuing only when he attempted to tear his gaze away, “What about me? Huh? What about me?!”
His lack of response made you angrier, and you turned back to your clothes. Stuffing them in until no more clothes could fit in.
“If you walk away, don’t even think about coming back,” Nik said with sudden vehemence. His face openly displayed tears.
You laughed dryly, feeling your own prickle in your eyes, “That’s the thing Nik. I don’t think I can ever trust you again. If I learnt something in my 900 years of living it’s that one betrayal is followed by more. I have been by your side through everything. You had me. What else did you need? I want nothing to do with you anymore. Do you understand me Nik? You broke my heart.”
You didn’t even realize you were full-on crying at the end. With a clean tug at the suitcase, you zipped it up. “Now I have to go pick up the pieces. Without you.”
One last look at him. One last look at his beautiful features. One last look at the good days. Days during which he was still yours.
“Goodbye Niklaus.”
And then you left.
Forever.
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