#the originals x you
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
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
Elijah: What is vandalism and sabotage to you?
Kol: … a hobby.
Elijah:
Kol:
Elijah:
Y/n: …that we do not engage in.
Y/n: i’m a woman of action. you have to act first and learn to apologize later, like I do.
Elijah: you never apologize.
Y/n: well I would if I had ever been wrong.
Y/n: “Promise me that you wont start any fights this time.”
Klaus: “Fine, I promise I wont start any fights.”
Y/n: “Thank you.”
Klaus: “…..I will finish them though.”
Pietro: Fine, I admit it, I ate the rest of your pizza. What do you want?
Y/n: A new brother.
Klaus: I’m going out on a date.
Y/n:Oh, cool. When?
Klaus:I don’t know, when are you free?
Y/n, blushing: you smooth motherfucker
Y/n:Hope! Why are there little handprints all over the walls?
Hope, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?
Nikolai, whispering back: Because I have little hands.
Hope:Because he has little hands, Mama.
Flight attendant: Before we take off, please make sure all small items are secured.
Y/n: [looking at Diamond]
Diamond:What?
Y/n: Do you feel safe?
Diamond: I hate you.
Y/n, mumbling: Where’s this idiot?
Nikolai: Dad is in the shower.
Kol: Rebekah is in the pool.
Diamond: I’m right here.
Y/n: I was talking about the sims on my game, but thank you.
Y/n: *speaking Spanish*
Klaus: I know, I know.
Diamond: You speak Spanish?
Klaus: No. I just know the phrase, ‘this is all your fault’ in every language Y/n speaks.
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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Sounds Like Heaven (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader)
Y’all though I would leave… nah ah I’m back. Anyway this was requested by an anon and I wanted to kind of twist it, cause I do believe that the whole “I’m on my period and can’t lift a finger” not only is it overdone but it’s also not really believable since there are those cases of immense and unbearable pain but most women have learned how to deal with it so we overdose on pills and just move on… anyway enjoy!
“Klaus for the millionth time I am completely capable to take care of myself”
“I know that, but when do you ever let me take care of you? So be a doll, sit back and relax”
(Y/n) was always very stubborn, specifically when it had to do with Klaus seeing her as fragile. He was this invisible big hybrid that no one could really kill and she was just this mere human that he had to keep an eye out cause even a thin piece of paper could slice her skin. She had never really understood the concept of mortality until she met him, before he strolled into her life she saw herself as this strong, independent being that could take anything, yet now she had Klaus running behind her to make sure she was alright while he could take a stake to the heart on any given day without the fear of death.
“So I bought this tea for you, it’s supposed to relax you and its infused with lavender and vanilla, do you like it?”
He asked her as he passed her the mug with the said tea. (Y/n) was in her “lady days” as Klaus would call it, which she found really weird, a vampire that has lived over decades didn’t want to say period. Klaus had seen how uncomfortable she got and how she would get random pains in her stomach, the part that was more concerning to him was during nightfall, where she would try and sleep but end tossing and turning for what felt like hours until she found a position that was comfortable and stopped the cramps. So this time he made it his mission to make her feel better and ensure that she is well taken care of.
(Y/n) took a small sip and let her taste buds judge the new hot liquid that went down her throat. She smiled at him as she let her back touch the pillows once again, nuzzling in the comfortable fluffy blankets with content
“Tastes like vanilla with caramel”
“Good, Excellent. Enjoy your tea dearest, I will make you some delicious dinner”
Klaus was aware of how much (y/n) hated soup, it made her feel like she was in a hospital or reminded her how her mom would force her to eat it when she was sick, so now as an adult soup was the devil to her. With that information he decided on making her some mashed potatoes that she seemed to find very comforting and steak with gravy, what could be more filling than that?
(Y/n)’s dinner was quite small, she wasn’t this millionaire that could afford mansions because she was alive over a century, yet that came in handy since she got to enjoy her TV series and also watch Klaus’s back while he prepared dinner. She slowly sipped on her tea and observed him as he ran around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, mixing them and putting stuff in the oven.
“Whatever it is that you are cooking it smells heavenly”
“I’m glad you like it love, just give me a few minutes to prepare my presentation”
(Y/n) giggled at how invested Klaus was at making her this dish. If you had told her that she would find a man that would prepare a meal for her because he wanted her to be happy and full during her period a year ago, she would have laughed in your face. Klaus wiped the plate to make sure there was no spills or anything unnecessary, he served it with some cold lemon tea, (y/n) wasn’t a big fan of alcoholic beverages during her meals.
She clapped in an excited manner when she saw the tray coming to her. Her eyes where already on the plate, seeing that he had cooked her one of her favorites, of course he knew exactly what to do to cheer her up. As soon as he placed it right in front of her she took the knife and fork and dug started slicing the tender meat an took some of the mashed potatoes to smear it on her bit, when the first bite touched her tongue a little “mmmmhhh” was heard from her.
“Oh it’s so good”
“Still got it”
“Oh yes you do, you should open a restaurant”
“Well since my sweet is in that said industry maybe when you become misses Mikaelson we can open one together”
(Y/n) was one of the few people that actually loved to work in customer service, specifically in restaurants. She loved to get closer to the customers and be part of their great meal, that’s how they had met so Klaus never minded it, although he did mind when he saw her after a particularly difficult shift, hearing her groan as she took her shoes off and complained that she smelled like food. That part to him was quite hilarious, to him she was always… edible, one way or another.
“Don’t patronize me Sir, cause I might take you up on that offer”
“I hope you do, Rebekah would be more than delighted to plan our wedding”
“Would you be okay with me walking around our mansion being pretty and hiring maids and chefs to do everything?”
“Would I be okay with having you be the madam of our household? Dearest, that sounds like heaven”
(Y/n) put her fork down for a quick minute so she can pucker up her lips and let him place a kiss to show him her appreciation. Of course she had thought of marriage, immortality with him did not sound so bad when Klaus and his family would be around, her and Rebekah had grown to be get pretty close and Elijah was always kind and helpful with her, almost like the older brother she always wanted.
“Come now eat up, I have prepared some raspberry bavarian cream for desert”
“When did you learn how to do that?”
“To be quite honest, I saw your shampoo was with raspberry so I thought you might enjoy it”
“You spoil me way too much”
She said as she picked up the cutlery again but instead of cutting one bite for herself she offered it to him. He opened his mouth for her to feed him and smiled as they looked at each other, they were already acting like a married couple that was still on the honeymoon phase, still their honeymoon phase should have ended long time ago, now there they were still acting like 15 year old’s around one another.
“Of course I spoil you, what other reason do you have for staying with me?”
“I can think of a few, wait a few days and I can get in more depth over them”
“Naughty little girl… I will write that down on my agenda, for now I have to go and prepare your dessert. Get ready to be amazed”
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