Mariner

Mariner

I fucked up. I fell, so deep that I can't seem to find a way out.

He was someone that I was seeing. We were both really similar, both really messed up. Such a peculiar liaison. I'd like to define it "a situationship".

It was like a dream. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with me. He made me feel like I was a princess or perhaps an angel, as he'd liked to call me. He left me a nectarous taste in my mouth that I can't really compare with no other man.

His touch I crave. A fire built in me and I couldn't shake it off. Like if he held me now I'd never let him go. And I'd be the first who ever did. He'd know.

He was just a man. This is a lie.

He was my kind of Alpha. A strong, tenacious, sauvage wolf. He brought me in a realm that I had never crossed before. There they fought for the things that they held dear to forget the things they feared. Perhaps that dimension was more human than this world that I was born in. I want to stay there with him. He doesn't.

Imaginably he'd have been painting my curves and my lips to pretend that I'm still there with him. He would have wanted to disappear. He knows he can't; he's immortal. Peut-être he'd want to die with me. He can't. He knows he'll die first.

I would sit in his lap and hug him to death. I'd cuddle with him to sleep and never let him go. I'd kneel between his legs and he'd braid my hair perfectly. But not as good as my mom's masterpieces. This is how we lived.

Now it's been years since I last saw him. But I love that man perhaps I'd like to meet him again and cherish him and never leave him and never fail him and to never disappear and not to die...

If just Hades could do a little miracle for me. Father could you please release me from our Hell and let me live with my man?

Light.

“He’s my muse, a beautiful man. So perfect. I can’t find any imperfections, superficially and internally. He was made, crafted from the Gods. They knew that a woman like me would fall for a man like him. They created him for me. Oh my god I look like an obsessed fan.”

I’m his partner in crime. Whenever he’s got a mission I’m there to help him. I can see him in action. Can you imagine how lucky am I? 

I write and sing and talk about him.  

I do so many things for him. 

“You are infatuated with him.” 

How do you know? The answer is No. 

And I’m married to him. 

I admire him. He inspires me. Brown, dark eyes. Dull eyes. Staring at me. Or more like glaring. He hates me. 

I try to give him my light. He doesn’t wanna come in. I tell him: “turn your light on”. He doesn’t wanna love me. 

He yells. Not at me. He doesn’t raise his voice to me. He knows. I’d bash his head on the wall. 

He yells. To himself. Because he assumes it’s his fault. But the light isn’t on. 

Come in. Turn the light on. They crafted you for me. Why can’t you understand it? Do you accept it?

You will always be tied to me. I won’t ever abandon you. How could I? I can’t even imagine it. 

Let’s talk about it again. Now try to turn the light off. Can you come in? 

Did you know there’s a way to leave me? 

Oh you are so divine. I do adore you. I hate you. Je te déteste.  

I cherish your rare smiles. Le sourire. 

Excuse my French. Fuck it, no don’t. I studied it and turned myself purely French for you. I can’t make a mistake.  

Would you want to forget me?

You are a puzzle. You don’t drink alcohol. No beers, no whiskey neat and no vodka. You cherish Russian poetry. You’d recite it to me every night, I’d listen to you till you’d fall asleep. I’d remove the book from your hands and lay you in the bed, covering you with a soft plaid. Watch your sleeping face until my eyes close to sleep. And dream about you and I. 

And I say that I’m not in love with you. Ha, even I laugh with my stupid bullshit. 

Demons took my kindness for weakness. Think about it. Were you a demon? Or was I a succubus? 

You were the incubus and I the succubus. Yes, we torment each other at night, at the same time and moment. And I love it. 

I shall tell you the truth: You took my kindness for weakness, used me like a rag doll and I loved it. 

I used you too. Treated you as if you were my true love. I had no right. No right to force you to cherish me. And still, you did it. You took my kindness for weakness and I didn’t complain. Because you are my man. 

You caress my face. You touch my plumpy lips while murmuring words in russian. Perhaps you are insulting me, but it doesn’t matter to me. I get to feel your calloused fingers. That arouses me. It makes me sick, I want to smash your head on the wall. 

You are on a mission. I’m your accomplice. You interrogate the bastards and I shoot them in the head. No hesitation. I read your eyes and understand that I have to move. 

Your light is on at that moment and I don’t say a thing. I don’t want to ruin that moment.

Come over and stay with me in the garden. Read me some Russian poetry and I will prepare some Medovik for you. You are allergic to honey. 

It’s simple, I love you. 

You touch my curves. You adore them. You are addicted to them. And I take care of you every night, you touch me. Your touches are soft. Your hands are cool, I shiver. Oh please come in. 

It kinda makes me laugh. We love each other. We hate each other. We deteste each other. We honor each other. We are addicted to each other. But what are we?

We are married.  

They say when an artist falls in love with you, you will never truly die.

@imdamagecontrol wrote a little something for the drawing and I will forever and ever cherish it.

Syd ilysm ♡

Amiamoci come nei testi di coez

Scopiamoci come nei testi di villa

Excuse le rouge.

Red.

All I see is red.

There’s blood everywhere. I should be terrified, but I’m not. It’s not strange to me. This blood means so much to me. It shows how much he cares for me.

They envied me. Provoked me.

I warned them, nicely. They didn’t listen to me. And I smirked.

He loves me. I love him.

That blood shows his devotion to me. And that, arouses me. Excites me.

I don’t want flowers. Neither chocolates.

He gives me what I need.

Protection, devotion, obsession, possession and his body with his heart.

He knows me so well.

I want to give him children. He knows. He grins and pounds harder, deeper.

Now that we’ve come this far, I don’t know how to explain to you the connection we have. The truth is, he makes love to me. Our bodies are united. He knows my body so well. He gives me what I need.

Oh my devoted man. My dream man.

Touch me. Look at me, I’m dripping, creaming, making a mess.

Please.

Je t’aime et je te déteste.

With love, your woman K.

Hey, I was hoping I could make a request for a Klaus story?

Idk if you’ve ever written Omegaverse but I was thinking Y/n is an Omega (something that’s a rarity in this time) who’s hiding as a Beta by using suppressants. No one knows she’s a Beta except her mother who helped her hide it before she died.

Klaus and his family settled in Mystic Falls after that business with their mother and Klaus meets Y/n and immediately knows what she is, he can smell her as not only a very strong Alpha but a hybrid. He knows she’s meant to be his, as in over 1000 years he’s never found an Omega that calls to him like she does and his wolf screams and howls in his head for him to take their Omega.

He’s obsessed and desperate for her, leaving her flowers and gifts with cards that make it obvious that he knows what she is which scares her until he introduces himself. She’s instantly taken with him knowing that he’s her Alpha but the needy feeling is scary for her since it’s never happened with anyone else, though he lets her know it wouldn’t have because he’s her Alpha, no one else (Possessive Klaus). Yet she takes comfort in his caring gestures and urge to provide for her (maybe he brings her food often to ensure she eats, constantly trying to touch her in soft ways to scent her and kiss her cheeks, nose, forehead, etc, always trying to snuggle close and holding her close in his arms when she drifts off to sleep in his presence).

Some smut when he finally wins her over would be perfect?

I don’t see much Omegaverse stuff with Klaus (which is odd considering he’s an Alpha wolf) apart from one other blog so I really hope you like it🤞🏻🤞🏻

Instincts and suppressants

A thousand years ago there was a mix of alpha, beta and omega wolves within a pack.

Omegas were generally kind, shy, sweet, smart, and hard working little wolves that would typically be claimed by an alpha wolf or a very lucky beta. They tended to gravitate to alphas more though for their instincts told them that they would take better care of them.

However through the years, due to the hatred and wars between vampires and werewolves, the bloodsuckers found that killing an alphas omega was the best way to destroy a pack’s stability. An alpha who loses their omega becomes a shell of who they were and the whole pack will suffer in grief and torment.

And the more scarce omegas came, the more sacred they were. Packs who had an omega would lock them up, keep them safe and protected at all costs. But it only gave the wolves a main weakness.

And so the wolves themselves found it best to kill their own omegas if they had one to ensure that they were not tortured in later life and that the pack would not fall because of one death.

As the years passed by, being an omega was no longer a wonderful but instead something that parents feared their children would inherit.

Most parents who had an omega child would want rid of it.

And y/n’s father was one of them but her mother couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t lose her baby just because she was a little different from the other wolves. The pack banished them but it meant nothing to y/n’s mom. She had witches make suppressants to hide her little girls traits.

Y/n’s scent was no longer as desirable as it should’ve been, she was unable to produce that lovely purr and her heats were taken away. Her mother knew that it was risky, if y/n were to stop taking the suppressants then all her pheromones would be a amplified massively. Her first heat would hit her hard and both alphas and betas would instantly recognise her.

And as y/n grew up, she understood the importance of keeping herself away from other wolves, to hide herself and be quiet as to not drag herself into any trouble.

When her mother passed away, it made y/n’s life all the more harder.

It meant that she had to take care of herself entirely and that meant going out into the world and facing society. And it turned out people were just as scary as she had imagined.

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A thousand years ago Niklaus used to watch the wolves turn and treat each other as family. Something within him called out to them and he longed to have the relationship dynamic that he saw with so many of them. He loved how an alphas omega would cling to their side and depend on them.

Over the centuries Klaus had tried to find an omega but with his wolf side locked away, they didn’t have the instinctual need for him. They weren’t as connected as they should have been. He didn’t feel as though he deserved to take an omega wolf away from their pack just for his own needs and he couldn’t bare the thought of an omega hating him for taking them away.

He regretted his decision regularly when the breed seemingly died out. He missed his chance. Or so he thought he knew.

Which is why when he saw her, everything changed.

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One inhale was all it took and his wolf was going absolutely mental.

His head spun and his limbs grew heavy, his bones ready to snap and let his wolf take over if he didn’t move immediately.

Get her. Get her. Get her. Get her. Get her.

His wolf cried over and over, howling through his mind like a siren.

His eyes landed on her quickly.

She was swift as she made her way past people, avoiding contact or conversation as she hurried on by. He followed from a safe distance, watching her rush into her home and triple lock her door. She closed her curtains immediately and he heard her heart thump away as she paced the length of her kitchen.

Omegas need to be pampered.

His wolf told him and he agreed.

She needs to feel pretty. Loved.

Klaus was quick to get her some flowers. White lilies and daisies to symbolise innocence and sweetness, purity and lasting love.

He listened to the light pattering of her footsteps as she came to the door after he rang the bell only to find nobody standing behind it. Her heart raced in her ears and anxiety washed over her. She tentatively lifted the flowers in their pretty box and breathed in their natural aroma. Her teeth nibbled her lower lip lightly as she slowly backed into her house with the gift in her arms.

He was a little worried of how easily afraid she was but also found it to be a level of adorable to how innocent and shy she was to the world surrounding her.

He found that she only left her home when she absolutely needed to, he sometimes wondered if perhaps she was mute with how silent she was each day. He would hear the chatter of her tv and the change in pace of her heart but rarely her voice. Only when she was being polite to those at the shops or when her neighbours gave small conversations. She was so softly spoken, so timid in each thing that she did that his wolf was screaming to have her in his arms. To tell her everything’s okay, he’ll keep her safe.

To begin with he was certain that his presents were an added joy to her days but he noticed how her anxiety would peak with each passing note that mentioned her kind, pure soul. How she didn’t tend to eat the treats he left for her out of presumably fear that they contained something harmful. He understood to an extent of why so was so scared but he didn’t want her to be, not of him. Not of anything while he was around.

So he tried a less…creepy way of getting her attention.

A more normal way.

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“Hello love” he spoke as soft as he was able as to not frighten her off, trying to be less intimidating which was something he wasn’t sure how to do exactly.

Her head raised to look up at him and her eyes shone golden for a brief second to which his reflected back.

Like a switch, the fear was back.

She took a step away from him as her wolf whined within her. For some reason her wolf smelt his and something inside her wanted to breathe more of him, but that familiar feeling of the need to run away was engraved into her brain. Her wolf wolf would protect her before it gave into this alpha.

Klaus anticipated her actions to run “have been getting my gifts?” He asked quickly and she froze, he showed her his hands to be empty, no weapons or anything to be scared of. “I have no intentions to harm you sweetheart, an innocent gesture” he assured but his words meant little to a girl who had been warned a thousand times owner to not trust other wolves. “Don’t be afraid little wolf” he encouraged gently.

Her eyes searched his face, his eyes held nothing malicious which soothed her worries a small amount. She couldn’t help but look at his lips for a moment as he said something more but that common ring in her ears blocked out the sound as her mind ran into panic

Klaus frowned a little at her lack of attention and noticed her eyes watching his mouth. Perhaps she was deaf? He wondered, it would make sense why she only spoke few words so he signed something to her but she only looked more confused

“I’m sorry I don’t speak sign language” she whispered slightly embarrassed. She didn’t notice the way his face lit up at her voice

“Forgive me, I wasn’t sure you could hear me” he explained and she made an ‘oh’ sound in realisation.

“I’m…I’m sorry I really need to get home” she told him gently

“I can walk you” he offered and she swallowed thickly

“I-um I don’t think that-“

“Please my lovely, I don’t want you to be snatched up by someone” he murmured and the fear of something happening just because she denied a nice person the chance to walk with her scared her more than the possibility of him being the bad one.

“Okay” she whispered with a nod.

It began quiet, and few words were exchanged

She doesn’t like to talk. Let her listen.

His wolf directed so he complied and spoke to her about random things to take her mind off of the elephant in the room.

He avoided any mention of supernatural or her soft natured personality.

She was rather grateful to have him treat her like a normal person rather than an object like she assumed alphas would act towards an omega nowadays.

By the time he got to her house she knew it were time to address the situation.

“I don’t have a pack” she told him “I’m no threat or a necessary target, killing me won’t benefit you” she tells him in hopes of him leaving her be. The sad look in his eyes flicked between both of hers

“I wasn’t planning to harm you” he said quietly “omegas…they are a rarity that should be protected and cherished. I only want to be a good alpha for you, I will keep you safe” he promised

“I’m not a possession” she whispered with a sigh and unlocked her door hurriedly

“Of course not- that’s not what I meant…I just meant that you- well you want to be taken care of don’t you?” He asked confused

“No” she lies. Thankfully her suppressants stopped her wolf from throwing her at him. His scent was so strong and rich.

Klaus frowned at her a little and looked down briefly which she took notice of and an immediate flow of guilt travelled through her. “I don’t mean to scare you, or make you feel uncomfortable” he murmurs while she steps inside her house “If you change your mind, perhaps you would call me?” He offered and put a strip of paper with his number into her hand “I can sense the suppressants you are taking, I understand why of course but I do hope one day you may feel safe enough to stop and allow your wolf to be free” he whispers with a small smile and slowly retreats back to his own home.

Y/n would be lying if she said his words didn’t have an impact on her. She wanted nothing more than to let her instincts drive her and to melt into a strong alphas arms but her trust wasn’t known to be given out.

She continued to receive little tokens of his affections. Sweet poems and love notes complimenting every thingy detail about her. She soon found it more comforting than scary which was a first but it didn’t feel wrong. For once something felt right.

So she decided that maybe texting him instead of ringing him would be a small step in the right direction.

And Klaus couldn’t have been happier.

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A few weeks later and y/n was getting more comfortable with Klaus by the day.

The first few times he initiated physical contact made her freak out and she didn’t want to see him for a couple days after. He tried his best to be patient and careful with what he did, she was more damaged than he had originally expected but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

He moved nice and slow for her until eventually she would sink against his chest and welcome his embrace.

Soft touches were her kryptonite and he made sure to give her unlimited access.

His hands would stroke and pet her hair, brush his fingers along her arms gently while small kisses are peppered from her shoulder to her jaw. Kisses was another step in their little relationship. His forwardness could frighten her from time to time so he made sure to let her come to him when she wanted to kiss him.

His arms were wrapped around her loosely when her lips ever so lightly pressed to his, as soon as she took the chance to deepen it she had handed the control over. From there he poured every ounce of his admiration into their shared moments of affection.

After a couple months y/n was succumbing to her omega needs. She began to rely on him more and more.

Soon enough Klaus had asked if she would ever stop taking her suppressants

“Maybe…I don’t know…I would be hit full force with years of feelings and experiences” she told him quietly

“I would be here with you, take care of you and everything you long for” he promised her

She blushed a dark pink and leant against his chest “I’m not sure that my needs are manageable” she whispered shyly

“I wouldn’t worry about your heat sweetheart, I would take perfect care of that” he whispered back with a knowing smirk on his lips. His fingers ran down her back lightly as she nuzzled his chest to hide her embarrassment. “Don’t be too shy my little love, your alpha will please you just perfectly” he teased

“Stopp” she whined making him chuckle and pull her into his lap

“Hush sweetheart, you know how much I adore you” he murmured “you mustn’t be embarrassed with your basic instincts, I crave to provide for you”

“You do so much for me already, my wolf would drive you mad” she whispered

“No madder than my own does, I assure you”

(Gonna do a separate part for the smutty side after she stops taking her suppressants;))

(Also I too cannot believe the lack of omegaverse for Klaus, you would think there would be more. Gotta love alpha klaus!!)