Me To Klaus Mikaelson

me to klaus mikaelson 🙈

id fuck a 1000yo vampire idgaf about the age gap shit. tell me about the monastic schools in central italy you have witnessed first-hand old man.

He has no right being this hot 😭

Hi, could you write a reader who’s not dating klaus but is jealous of how close cami has been getting to klaus and decides she is basically going to get klaus first and to prove to cami that he’s hers she plans for cami to walk in while she’s riding him

And I knew that he was mine

It was infuriating seeing them together.

Seeing how she flips her long blonde hair about and as she sits and listens to Klaus talk about his emotions.

Now it took me way too long to get Klaus to open up, and yet he just immediately tells her everything?

We had a much better relationship than him and her. I mean everyone knows it. Even his siblings have asked if we’re dating. Camille is simply a therapist.

However she seems to think a little differently.

To begin with we were civil and we both had our places in his life but then she started getting touchier…flirtatious and affectionate. And her glances at me were directed, she knew what she was doing.

I didn’t like that ugly feeling that bubbled inside me whenever she was near or someone mentioned her but I couldn’t stop it. It began to hurt more and more. I found myself being clingier to Klaus, not that he seemed to mind.

“Are you alright my love? You look upset?” He hummed as he put his hand to my cheek making me lean against it

“I was just thinking…nothing to worry about” i murmured as i nuzzled his hand

“Well since you have so much to think about perhaps you should sleep here? We have more than enough room, would you stay the night?”

And on what planet would I say no?

I was more than happy to agree, know I’m that Camille had yet to sleep at the Mikaelsons house. It was stupid of me to make everything about that but it was all i could think of.

I hadn’t have thought i could love someone the way I do Klaus and yet now I am fighting to prove he is mine even though he is not.

I craved him, his eyes on me, his hands on me, his words to me.

I would blush and smile, laugh and lean towards him but it wasn’t enough. She was still coming around.

Even when he started opening up to me, she was still his go to.

It was disheartening.

I found myself upset over it far too often, overthinking it and making myself cry. Accidentally in front of him once when he started talking about how great of a friend she was

“My love…what’s happened? Did i say something?” His arms were around me in an instant, his warmth surrounding me

“No I- I’m sorry i was just-“

“Thinking? Love, what’s going on inside your head?” He would ask softly, his hand holding the back of my head gently as I snuggled into him

“I don’t know” i whispered because it was just as confusing for me too.

“You know that I care for you my love, yes? I want you to be happy” he told me

“You make me happy” I mumbled

“And you make me happy too sweetheart”

He often held me rather close to him. There were even occasions when we fell asleep together, me in his lap or lead against his chest with his arms tightly around me so I wouldn’t leave him. Id even been in his bed a few times after lounging with him, waking up with his body pressed to mine, mine tucked to his perfectly.

Being with him so much was addicting, I never wanted to leave him.

So when I walked into his artroom to see him and Camille studying one of his drawings I felt my heart ache. Why did still need her?

I needed a way to make her leave him alone. To tell her once and for all that he was just mine.

It was much easier than I had thought. I had learnt that on the occasion he did see her it was a Tuesday afternoon.

So I made sure to get there late morning to see him.

His surprise was clear on his face but he also looked rather pleased.

“My love…did I miss your call?” He asked as he quickly approached me and kissed my cheek

“No i didn’t call, sorry, i just dropped by…are you busy?” I asked looking up at him through my lashes

“Of course not love, I’m never too busy for you. What were you thinking of doing today?” He murmured taking my hand

“Well…I thought maybe you could paint me? You’ve asked to before but we didn’t have time and well I don’t have much to do” i said with a smile seeing his face light up

“Oh what a wonderful idea, come my love, we will set it all up”

And he painted me over the next few hours. He had gone as far as unbuttoning my blouse to reveal my lace bra beneath- “your body is too beautiful to not add” he murmurs as his fingers skimmed my breasts and he opened the shirt with a lick of his lips.

I was already in little denim shorts so my legs were smooth and ready. He seemed to appreciate that as his hands glided over them “you are the perfect muse” he told me as he held the back of my knee gently and bent my leg as much as he thought necessary.

Once he had finished and showed me…well the room was a lot more tense.

I was basically stood in my underwear with how small my shorts were and my top was barely even on.

I was stood right infront of him, my eyes his art and his on me. His hands on my hips as his hot breath hit my neck

“Do you like it my love?” He asked, his voice much lower, deeper

“I love it” I whispered, reaching my hand out to trace it only for him to grab it and bring it back to his chest making me turn around to face him

“It’s wet” he murmured making me blush and nod my head

“Sorry”

“Nonsense…It’s only natural to want to touch” he uttered, i let out a little breath as i looked up at him. His hand cupped my face again as his adams-apple bobbed in his throat. His thumb traced my lips making me part them, letting his thumb into my mouth slightly and wrapping my lips back around it. I watched his eyes darken as I sucked it lightly, his hand pushed the back of my head as he let out a small groan

“That’s it love” he murmured, I let my eyes shut as I let out a whimper to stir him on. A quiet growl left his throat as he pulled his hand away and licked it clean himself, groaning again at my saliva.

His hand still held my head, pulling me straight to him to have our lips moving together.

I moaned into his mouth as his other hand wrapped around my waist to keep me to him. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel him doing the same. He pulled away shortly before coming back with wet open mouthed kisses to my mouth.

His hands pushed the blouse entirely off of me, his hands slipping up my back and to my bra and unclipping it. I let it fall off my arms to the ground between us, sighing as his hands and forearms covered my back. My bare breasts pressed to his clothed chest as he pushed me against the wall of his artroom. He pulled away after repeatedly kissing my lips, only the sounds of our mouths meeting each others bouncing off of the walls. He looked down at me with near black eyes, glancing between my lips and my exposed breasts. My face immediately flushed as i cleared my throat and moved my hands to cover myself

“No- no let me see” he muttered his hands grabbed mine, the exposure had my heart racing…embarrassment crawling up me because what if this was just a quick fuck for him?

I looked back to him, his hands held my breasts tenderly as his brows furrowed

“Klaus…” I muttered unsurely and his eyes quickly darted to mine. I was beginning to doubt my plan, what if it was awkward after? What if I was leading him straight to Cami?

“My love?” His hand was back on my face making me snap back to reality

“Yeah?” I whispered

“Do you want me to stop?”

I blinked at him “I- I don’t know” his face softened as he kissed my forehead

“You know i wouldn’t hurt you” he muttered, his hands brushing the hair out of my face

“I just…What does this mean?” I asked quietly and he smiled a little

“It means you’re mine” he stated, his lips pressed to mine lightly before i pulled away

“And you’re mine?” I questioned

“Of course, who else could I ever want?” He asked, his lips on mine again after, his hands moving down my back. “We don’t have to do anything else…I just want to kiss you” he murmured, pushing me against the wall again. I opened my legs enough to let his knee move between them, i let out a breath into his open mouth as my damp panties rubbed against my denim shorts with rubbed against his thigh. I looked up at him to see his eyes near gold as he watched my body grind against him. His eyes stayed there even after I tugged his henley off my hands explored his body.

Only when I let out a loud moan as the pleasure began to burn pleasurably did he look at my face. His hand moved to my ass and held me still making me let out a grunt and a sigh

“There is no possible way that the first orgasm of our relationship is going to be without me inside you” he murmured as he lifted me, my legs clinging to him

“Where are we going?” I asked as he headed towards the door

“My bed of course” he answered is a slightly questioning tone

“I want to do it here” i whispered and he rose a brow

“In my art room?”

“You can paint me after” i breathed, my lips just below his ear as i kissed the spot afterwards to send a shiver down his spine

“Oh” he uttered as i sucked his neck, his breathing a little heavier as I rolled my hips to his again.

I way put onto a large leather couch, his hands tearing my shorts from my body as he kicked his pants off.

“Here it is” he growled as he kissed down the valley of my breasts to my lower stomach. His tongue darted out quickly to touch the hood of my clit, the unexpectedly heat made my hips buck as a breathy moan spill from my mouth. He let out a long groan as he brought his face between my legs and gave a long lick

“Oh god” I whined, his tongue was hot and fast as it lapped, his hands rubbing along my thighs but not stopping my hips from thrusting upward. “Fuck Klaus you have to stop” I panted making him pull away and hover back over me

“Why?” He asked nearly panting himself

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself cumming and I also want you inside me for the first one” I murmured, my hand pulled him down by the back of his neck as he let out an animalistic sound.

“I want a taste after though” he whispered as his mouth pressed to mine making me moan, my legs wrapped tightly around him trying to pull him down

“Please Klaus” I begged and he hummed lowly. He looked between us as i felt his tip slide along and between my folds, my teeth sunk onto my lower lip. One hand held himself up and the other guided his cock. He played at my entrance for a moment, just pushing the head in and out a few times, i was propped up on my elbows watching with anticipation. His face was pulled into one of concentration as he slowly pushed further inside.

My mouth fell open as he just kept filling me, and when i felt full, I look back down to see part of him still outside of me. My walls strained to his size as I clenched around him, almost trying to push him out.

“You alright love?” He asked and i nodded

“Fuck…how…”

He let out a laugh at my reply before slowly drawing his hips back, pain coursed through me as my walls nearly convulsed. He pushed back in with a grunt

“God” he breathed as he looked at me, our eyes locking as his eyes lusted over further.

“Keep going” I muttered with a nod and he did so without question, his body moving away and toward mine a few more times, the pain slipping into pleasure the more he did so.

I could hear just how wet he had made me as he slowly thrust his hips, and when I looked between us again I found barely any of him was left out.

“Can I go faster?” He asked, his hands now either side of me as his hips rolled. I nodded

“Yeah…yeah go faster” I moaned between words feeling him everywhere. He did so soon enough, moving back and worth quicker by each thrust.

My lower abdomen tightened as he brushed past my spot, his hand gripped the arm of the couch above my head as he grunted. I could hear his skin meet mine as he fucked faster, much faster. He let out a throaty moan the more he went on, my body squeezed him tightly as my nails dug into the leather cushions

I distantly heard a door close making me look up at Klaus but he was lost in his state of pleasure, his eyes barely focusing on my face as he pounded into me roughly. I brought my hand up and pulled him down by his neck, his lips back on mine and his hand leaving the arm of the chair to cup my cheek giving me the leverage I needed to roll on top of him.

He grunted into my moan as I rode him, my thighs still tight around his hips as I moved up and down him. I pulled away with a drawn out moan, my hands moving to his chest to keep me up as my hips fucked his.

I panted as he moaned my name, his arch circled my waist pulling my closer, out skin slapping together as he thrust upward to meet my movements. I heard footsteps making me attach my lips back to his hastily, not that he seemed to mind as he groaned as kissed back hungrily.

The door made a quiet ‘creek’ making my eyes open and glance to see a very shocked Camille. I smiled into the kiss as my hips bucked faster, forcing a moaned version of my name to leave him again as i pulled away from the kiss and bounced along him as quick as i could.

I watched her run off with her hand over her mouth and her eyes full of hateful tears.

I looked down at him to see him looking incredibly messy in the hottest of ways. His hair was a state, lips swollen and a smudge of my lipstick coming from the corner, his eyes were like the darkest of storms and he breathed my name like a prayer.

The sight alone could’ve made me cum, let alone him being deep inside me and fucking my spot perfectly with his fingers gliding over my clit rhythmically. I felt myself let go around him, a silent scream leaving my lips as I fucked him through his release, his ropes of cum filling me beyond capacity and covering both of our legs.

I practically collapsed on top of him and he was quick to hug me to him. Both of us panting as we breathed shared air between us. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat as his hot breath fanned over my face, his hand tucking my surely unruly hair behind my ear before kissing my lips gently

“You have- no idea- how much- I needed that” he panted, i lead my head down on his boiling chest as I attempted to steady my breathing. “Believe me, when i tell you that i love you” he whispered and I subconsciously tightened around him, his hand fisting my hair in a response. “And by that- I assume you do to?” He asked and i nodded

“Always” i uttered

“And forever” he finished, his hand still detangling my hair. And I knew that he was mine

(Was sat watching the Kings coronation while writing this yesterday 😭)

I feel people talk a lot about Klamille, Klaroline and Klayley and completely ignore the influence Aurora had over Klaus.

Now, I don't really like any of the main ships of Klaus: Candice herself confirmed in a live no long ago that the producers started writing the whole Klaroline ship because the reaction of the fans to their first scene (which they didn't intend to turn romantic) was massive and positive, so their whole relationship was fan service from beginning to end. I like Klamille, but the fact that she was her therapist and they fell in love always creeped me out. And Klayley, well, they weren't even a couple but I feel that the potential was there.

But Klaurora? They fell in love in a time where neither of them were pure evil, and Klaus had been literally turned into a vampire two years before. And she wasn't "crazy", as people try to make her look: she was just bipolar, in a time where help was nowhere to be found. And Tristan just made that worse through their lives as vampires.

Now, this is my personal opinion, one I made by watching the show, you don't have to agree with it at all. Personally, I don't think Klaus and Caroline were in love with each other (not Caroline, unless she was playing hard to get in which case go girl ig), at least not in the Mystic Falls era. In New Orleans, however, they had both grown, and they seemed more comfortable in the other's presence (I still don't think they would have lasted as a couple, as I say in this post) so if they wanted to persue a romance then, go ahead.

But back to the point, Klaus was literally being an asshole in love talking about the smell of Aurora's hair and writing love letters to her: he was down bad for the woman, and it's canon that her breaking his heart is what made him the ruthless and abusive bitch we all know in canon ("you knew that your secret betrayal was the cause of everything i became" 3x05, said by Klaus to Elijah in a rather hypocrite fight).

And it's not like he got over her as his life continued: he painted her, eight hundred years after their breakup, and judging by the fact he said it became the tomb of his memories of her, he probably painted her a thousand of times before. When he showered her that painting, a millennium later, he confessed that thinking he could forget her is one of his biggest mistakes, meaning that while he was flirting with Cami and Care he still hadn't gotten over his first love. And with the way he was looking at her, I doubt it was a lie.

And they literally started being together again not even a day after she showed up in New Orleans. He didn't give a damn about Camille, or Caroline. His "however long it takes" or his "I would have found you" were completely forgotten in his mind, his own sister was kidnapped by her and he couldn't care less because he was busy showing her New Orleans, something Lucien pointed out.

Elijah noticed as well, because the whole "Do you love her" wasn't directed towards Camille, and with the way Klaus answered his question it was clear. And Klaus also asked him to never say Aurora's name in his presence (I like to think that being the little shit he is Kol always said her name whenever he was around and that's why he got daggered so much, but that's a personal headcanon of mine).

Klaus only lashed out at her when he found out Rebekah was at the bottom of the ocean (Emma who lmao), not safe as Aurora had promised him after fucking. And he did say he intented to keep his love promises to her, made in the modern world, hence bye bye his two blonde lovers (also, the fact that they resemble Rebekah so much, his favorite sibling who he's always been obssesed with, it’s so fucking weird).

He didn't chose Camille or Caroline over her, Aurora pushed him to it and he seemed pretty upset about it in the whole episode of their dramatic breakup. And Camille did say more than once she believed Klaus still loved Aurora, something Klaus didn't actually deny (he said he didn't care about her, that's all.)

I know Klaus did love Camille, he did even after a decade of her death, and I know he was obssesed with Caroline, but I personally believe that the one he loved the most has always been Aurora.

Funny enough, in 3x18, after her murdering Camille, his actual love interest, turning her into a vampire, and trying to kill his whole family, he didn't even try to pull away when she leaned to kiss him. He could have tried to bite her, or to back away, but he didn't.

And don't even get me started on him keeping her alive even after the serum left her sistem. Klaus couldn't kill her, and he was clearly distraught when Hayley inyected her that serum to send her to sleep. This fucker couldn't kill her, and he needed his girlfriends to do it.

Anyways, ik this is a unpopular opinion, but I always found the messed up dynamic of Klaurora so entertaining to watch. Aurora loved him until her death, and I think he continued to love her until his as well, knowing how much of a obssesed yandere he is.

And try to ignore any grammatic mistakes lmao, I'm spanish and I was eating a donut writing this.

Fun fact: Pedro Pascal also auditioned for the role of Marcel. I'm pretty sure that if he had been casted as Marcel, this version of him would have been holding hands with the Mikaelson.

And for Elijah, damn. I get why he put distance between himself and Marcel when he was a kid, because Klaus is crazy and all, but once he returned to New Orleans, there was no excuse for his behavior towards him. It was so mean for no reason. Like, leave my man alone 😭

quick thoughts that I have at mind in night: it makes me fucking mad how the writers handled Marcel and Klaus relationship.

Klaus was practically his father, and both Marcel and Klaus (and even Elijah) said a thousands of times they saw each other as father and son, because that's what they are.

But yet they practically were at each others throat 24/7. The Mikaelson (my baby girls all of them, except Mikael and Esther, they can rot) treated him like some outsider but welcomed Hayley (also my baby girl) with open arms.

(Not exactly tho, but you get my point. I could go on a whole speech about how the Mikaelson only see people they share blood with as family)

And I completely adore Hope, but why was she more important to Klaus than Marcel??? It's pushing the whole "bio kid is more important and loved that the adopted one" down our throats.

Also, I'm so mad they didn’t even get a goodbye scene in season 5. Fucking Caroline, his one night stand did, but not his own son?

I'm aware it's all fault of Julie Pl*c disgusting racist ass, but oh well.

Man, I always wanted to see Klaus wolf form 😿💔

hello can you do a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson where he usually visits y/n in his wolf form

Wolf!Klaus

The night Klaus had finally broken his curse, and he was running through the forest killing anyghinv that moved, he came across a little house. Flowers grew outside of it, strawberry and blackberry plants almost fully grown.

There were birds bathing in the little fountain, some eating from the feeders and houses that were high up in the trees. He neared the water source cautiously, watching the house as he lapped at the cool water.

He could see the shape of a womens body, her. His ears perked as he heard her soft voice speaking to somebody on the phone, his head tilted as he listened to her laugh, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and had his ears falling back against his head.

He was glad he had ran ahead of Elijah, his brother would have laughed at the reaction he was having.

But that didn’t stop him from nearing her door, his large paw scraping at the wood as he sat and waited for it to open. To say she looked shocked would be an understatement, she didn’t move an inch as fear pooled in her eyes. He wasn’t able to enter her house, stupid vampire disadvantages.

He breathed her in as his head tilted the other way. Her mouth opened and close a few times as she glanced behind him and then back to his eyes. Her lips were lovely blush colour, he love how they moved as she tried to form words. After another minute or so she was taking small steps back, and yet she left the door open?

She disappeared for a moment before returning with a raw steak on a plate, he blinked at her blankly. He took a step back allowing her to put the plate outside the door and get back inside to safety before moving to eat it. His body lowering to lay before her as she slowly sat down cross legged watching him eagerly. He found her odd yet intriguing.

Halfway through his meal he felt her hand on his head, a low growl bubbled in his throat as he looked back at her. Eyes wide as her hand froze in place over his fur. Reluctantly he put his head down, allowing her to pet him. Her hands ran through his fur from his head down his neck and back, and he absolutely loved it.

Her nails lightly tickled his skin in a way that had him wanting to roll onto his back so she would rub his belly. Of course he did not out of the small amount of pride he still held onto in that moment.

He did however stand up making her panic but was pleasantly surprised when he moved to lay back down, head in her lap making her stroke him once more

“You’re absolutely gorgeous” she whispered looking him over, such soft fur for a wolf, almost as though it had been conditioned. He growled softly in return, almost like a purr to her words.

His tail began to beat at the floor, he immediately growled at his tail and urged it to stop but the way she giggled at him only made it wag harder much to his embarrassment.

As the day grew long she returned to her home and told him to go back to his fun.

But as he wondered back through the woods, and encountered other wild wolves and dangerous animals he began to worry that she would be harmed. He stayed watching her home the entire night. Eventually Elijah caught up with him and nearly had to drag him away from the house

“Niklaus you’re being ridiculous. What on earth are you waiting for?” He questioned annoyed that his brother was prolonging the deal he had made the previous night to reuniting him with their family.

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The next time he saw her was months later. He had almost forgotten about her after everything happened with the werewolf hunting and then his fathers death.

It was only when he found himself all riled up and in need of a run did he find his way to her house again. It was as though she called for his wolf. He ran directly to her home, no hesitation in any step as he raced against himself only to end up back at her door in the middle of the night.

He clawed at her door, whining for her to come see him. He grew frustrated when he listened to her sleep, her breathing still heavy as her body lay in her bed. He had not control over himself as his wolf let out a howl so loud that it shook every tree in Mystic Falls.

His tail immediately went again as he heard her footsteps approaching, the door cracking open as she looked through the gap to him. Her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness and she took in the creature before her. Her brows knitting together in confused before recognition fell over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She whispered opening the door further giving him a better view of her. Her legs on full display for him as she stood in only her underwear and a shirt far too large for her. Was it a mans shirt? He didn’t like that thought, not one bit.

“Go home” she shooed, he sat before her patiently awaiting her to let him inside making her sigh

“Go, go on, back to your family” she ushered.

Instead he took a different response, his ears went flat to his head, his eyes becoming big, pupils dilating as he let out a soft whimper. He watched as her expression softened

“Are you cold?” She asked quietly glancing to the sky, clouds thick and grey making her feel worse for leaving him outside, he was rather sweet. He hadn’t given her a reason to be feared, no he let her pet him and wagged his tail for her. He was harmless.

“Okay…just tonight though” she muttered opening the door making him stand but wait for her to say those extra words

“Come on, come in already it’s freezing”

As soon as she said them he was inside, brushing himself up against her bare legs as she closed the door and began to walk up the stairs. He followed closely behind her, jumping onto her bed to which she was not keen on

“Absolutely not. No dogs on the bed, down” she pointed to the floor and he blinked at her

“Bad dog” she mumbled trying to push him ofd but he was far larger than any dog she may have encountered, more than half the size on her when it stood on all fours. She could only imagine how tall he would be if it stood on its hind legs. He growled in a warning at her, watching as she gave up and sat before him. He could see her anxiety building, the fear he would harm her in sleep.

In an attempt to comfort her thoughts he moved closer to her, pushing her to lay down and laying with his head on her stomach. Hesitantly she pet him again, slowly drifting off into sleep with him in her arms. 

He left in the morning, one last look at her peaceful face as she slept before returning to the chaos that was his life.

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Klaus found that she could be spotted around Mystic Falls far more often than he realised. She was always around at shops or just on walks. Sometimes in the grill with a friend or two. He wondered how she would react if she knew he was the wolf that lay with her at night. How she would act if he were to turn before her, from wolf to man, see her expression as she found a naked man in her bed when she awoke.

He had this thought often. Said thought was often followed by a made up scenario in his head of her kissing him, him showing her just how animalistic he could be. Though at the same time he found he wanted to make slow sweet love to her instead. Show her how gentle he would be for her.

Occasionally he wondered if she would ever let him touch her in his wolf form. He had never thought of anything like it before but imagining her sprawled out on her bed with his long tongue between her legs as her fingers clung to his fur stirred something inside of him.

He had gotten himself off far too many times to the thought of her body, to her face and how she would react to seeing him. She thought his wolf form was gorgeous then his human form would surely stun her.

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He found that he stayed at her house almost every night. It baffled him how she would allow a ‘wild animal’ to stay so close to her nut he assumed she must feel safe being wrapped in something so dangerous.

Somebody who is cruel to everyone but her.

He paced her room impatiently as he waited for her to get out of the shower. God how he wanted to be in the room with her.

His claws stuck to the floor as he felt himself becoming frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

When she came back in with only a tiny towel around her he froze in place.

“Oh…what are you doing here? I didn’t let you in” she mumbled holding the towel to her tightly. Yep Klaus had taken to inviting himself in now.

“Go wait outside while i change” she told him nodding to the door but he wouldn’t budge. She didn’t feel comfortable changing infront of him, something about him was more than just an animal.

“Please Wolf, just for a minute” she pleaded and reluctantly he walked off. Waiting until she let him back in. She wore her flared jeans and a low cut top, of how he adored the v-neck tops she would wear.

He jumped up onto her bed, his tail circling her as his snout pressed to her neck, inhaling her cleaned scent. The smell of cherries and vanilla flooding his senses and he purred for her.

She stroked his fur cooing to him unaware of the way his eyes looked down at her cleavage, tongue licking his lips as he tried to subtly near her breasts. He decided to just go for it and shoved his snout between her boobs making her shriek and grab at his head. A laugh bubbled inside her as he hid his face under her top, his fur tickling her as she shoved at him

“Wolf!” She yelled pushing at him in the middle of a laughing fit. His tongue licking at her valley only tickled her further causing her legs to start kicking as she screeched. She managed to get him off her, still laughing as she lay on her back staring up at him while he stood over her with a tilted head.

He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did but thankfully she didn’t seem upset, she was still struggling to breath through her hysterical state. If he were in human form he would be chuckling too.

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It got to the point where he was stealing her things. Taking items from her wardrobe when he left in the mornings, occasionally he’d try sneak one of her teddy bears or other sentimental possessions.

He had a little collection at home for her, his room smelt of her and he loved it.

He often found he would have the panties he stole in his hand while he humped at his pillow which was cover with one of her tops. This helped him relieve himself a lot, no longer getting overly riled up and nearly pouncing on her each time he saw her.

He still followed her in human form but it was so much easier to get close to her in his wolf form besides he could protect her much better aswell.

tbh it always felt like klaus and hope were the only ones to REALLY acknowledge that marcel was a mikealson

elijah and kol were disgusting to him, freya just didn’t really care, and rebekah *clearly* didn’t see him as family considering she was fucking him.

hayley defended elijah literally killing him and even went as far to say that marcel wasn’t as important as hope is when klaus asked her what she would’ve said if elijah had done that to hope.

klaus never denied that marcel was his son and hope always saw him as her brother (subtext even shows that he’s her fav living mikaelson lol)

Completely.

Elijah just hated him, for some reason far of my knowledge. They had him acting really aggresive and borderline racist towards Marcel, and Kol was just jealous of him but I can't really excuse his behavior considering what he did to the poor kid.

Freya clearly didn’t give a damn about him, for some reason (I don't even recall them having a single scene together), and Rebekah and Marcel relationship is so weird I'm not even gonna get into it. And Hayley, well, she just saw him as a friend, not family, which is ironic because neither of them got treated as a Mikaelson or family.

And as for Klaus, the reason I give to the way he acted with him is because as he said, despite loving him as his son because that's what Marcel is to him, he raised him to his image, and when he grew to a better man than him (his words, not mine) he got jealous. To be honest, I think their relationship is pretty fucked up, and I like to believe he loves Marcel as much as Hope, he just doesn't know how to show it.

And I love Marcel and Hope, her loving him more than any of her blood relatives is karma in it's finest 🙌