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He Saved my Stuffie -Klaus M.

Warning: Dd/Lg and Smut

This was a request from a friend specifically asking me to write baby talk so I hope I did an alright job on that. This oneshot contains an extremely rushed DDLG relationship, it’s a work of fiction and that is all, I know it is unrealistic.

The commotion downstairs startled me, having been alone in the house 10 minutes ago. It sounded like arguing but then things started crashing and breaking, causing me to run down from my room. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I found Damon and a man tossing each other around.

I was going to just leave the room, not wanting to get in the middle of Damon's argument when they landed on the couch where I had been napping earlier.  As Damon tried to kick the man off of him, he hit my Bulbasaur stuffie and launched him straight into the roaring fireplace.  "Ahhhhhh!"  I screamed, alerting both men who quickly turned to look at me.  I darted to the fireplace but Damon anticipated what I was doing.  My stuffie was burning in the back of the fire place and I reached my hand in to pull him out, ignoring the pain in my arm until I was grabbed and pulled back.

"Are you insane?!  Jesus Y/n!  It's a fucking toy!"

"Wet me go!  Wet go!  I gotsta get him out!  Damon!"  There were tears streaming down my face as I watched my favorite stuffie burn and I began to sob.  I had gotten Bulbasaur when I moved into the boarding house, my parents had been killed by the tomb vampires and since it was their fault the Scooby Gang moved me in.  Bulbasaur has kept me safe from all the vampires in town, not to mention werewolves, witches and anything else that wanted to hurt me.

"If you're going to do that little bullshit then take it upstairs!  I don't have time for this."  As he turned back to the other man I felt something in my brain snap.  I turned around and jumped onto Damon's back, grabbing his neck and jerking violently.  He fell to the floor with a fractured neck and I crawled back to the fireplace, only to feel another arm around my waist.

"No!  I gotsta get him!  Stop!"

"Calm down love, I'll get him for you."  The man placed me on my butt beside him and reached in, grabbing the burned up stuffie, patting the fire out.  His burns healed immediately and I inched away slightly.  "Don't be afraid of me little one, I would never hurt you."  I began crying once again as I saw my burnt up best friend and I was pulled onto the blond mans lap.  I found it oddly comforting as he rocked me back and forth, singing in some strange language.  I rested my head on his shoulder as he lifted me up and walked to the kitchen, still singing.  He grabbed a bottle and filled it with juice, dropping some of his blood into it before sitting on the counter and holding it to my mouth, feeding me my bottle. 

It's extremely rare that I'm this little, considering I can't do much for myself when I am and that I don't have a daddy, but I decided to take advantage of the comfort as I suck on the bottle and clutch tightly to this mans shirt.

"Are you feeling a little better baby girl?"  I nodded, still holding on tightly, not understanding why but needing to.  "Your burns are all healed up, no more reaching into the fire.  Would your stuffie have wanted you to hurt yourself to save him?"  I shook my head, his logic seeming completely sound to me.

"Bulbasauw nevew want me huwt. He's ma best fwiend...Damon kiwwed him."  I could tell he thought the baby talk was cute as he smiled down at where I still was on his lap.  He hopped off the kitchen counter and sat me on the kitchen island.

"How about I take him with me?  Maybe my witch can fix him up for you.  It's worth a shot, huh?"

"Doesn't mattew.  I gotsta go...I huwt Damon, I need to weave befowe he wakes up."  I tried to squirm down onto the floor but this man wasn't having it.

"You can come stay with me, I'll help you grab your things.  Come on."  He lifted me onto his hip and carried me like a toddler, making me feel even more little, and I believe he knew that.

"Who awe you mistew?"  He looked startled by that.

"You don't know who I am?"  I shook my head.  "My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, I'm shocked your friends didn't tell you that."  I had a slight internal debate with myself, but ultimately decided I enjoyed the comfort he gave me too much to be afraid.

"Dey towd me youwe eviw and to stay away fwom you.  Dat you wanna huwt aww Ewenas fwiends." 

"No, I don't want to hurt anybody, however they push and push until I have no other option...how come you're not running away from me if you think I'm evil?"  I shrugged as he set me down in my room.

"Cause youwe comfty and wawm.  Youwe nice to me when I'm wittwe.  My fwiends don't wike me wike dis, say dey gots too much to wowwy about wifout my fucked up buwwshit."  I sniffled and he growled.

"I'm sorry your friend treat you like that but you don't have to worry about them anymore.  Also, if I hear those naughty words come out of your mouth again I'm going to take you over my knee.  You have such beautiful lips, those vulgar words should never pass through them, understand?"  I nodded, loving the way he was caring for me, feeling myself dampen slightly, praying to god he didn't notice, though if the smirk on his face is anything to go on, he did.  He helped me pack my things, my clothes and things in one bag and a separate bag for all my little gear.  Niklaus somehow carried not just me but my 2 bags down stairs and outside to his car.  "Is there anything else you need little one?"

I shook my head. "Why awe you bein so nice to me?  I'm fwiends wiff evewyone you hate..."  he smiled kindly, sitting me in the passenger seat and kissing my cheek.

"Because I saw the way Damon treated you and no Little should ever be treated like that.  You should be taken care of by your Daddy, loved and cherished like the gem you are.  I want to take care of you, my little mate."  Mate?  I can't be his mate...he waited 1000 years for me?  That sucks! 

I shook my head frantically.  "No mate Nik, no!  You find someone bettew!  Cawowine!  You wike Cawowine!  She bettew!  She-"  I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine, and though this may be cheesy, I felt fireworks explode in my stomach, making me wrap my arms around his neck and prolong the kiss.

"You are it for me, Caroline was a fun chase, but that's all my relationships have been, I've been waiting for my mate, for you.  I always hoped my mate would be a little, they're supposedly everything you need, even if you don't know you need it.  Y/n, I would be honored if you would consider me as an option for your Daddy, however, even if you don't want that, you are welcome to stay with me for however long you want."

I considered it for a moment before nodding.  "Daddy Nik...I wike it."  I giggled and he grinned, tickling my sides happily before kissing me again.  The drive back to his house wasn't long and he quickly carried me and my bags upstairs, avoiding his siblings who were all looking at us from the living room as we went by.  "Dey not gonna wike me Nikky... I fwiends wiff bad peopwe."  He shook his head.

"Not anymore, remember?  You're also my mate, I promise, my family will love you.  Now, let's get you unpacked, okay?"  I nodded, putting my things away in the empty dresser by the bathroom door, placing most of my little gear right on top of the dresser.  My box of Pacis, my collars, my fluffy cuffs and everything else.  I only had one stuffy besides Bulbasaur and that's my Toothless stuffie.  "Are you okay staying in here with me or would you rather sleep in a different bed?  I-"

"I not awwowed to sweep in a bed.  Damon made me sweep on da couch."

"Why in gods name would he-"

"I have nightmawes and I sometimes have accidents.  I gotsta sweep on da couch."  He shook his head and seemed to be in deep thought.

"Okay.  I'm going to go talk to my witch about your stuffie and then I'm going to grab a few things."  He sped out of the room, returning 10 seconds later with a bottle of apple juice.  "You watch cartoons, okay baby girl?  I'll be right back."  He turned the T.V on Scooby Doo before kissing my head and leaving.

Klaus' POV

"Elijah?"  I called, walking into the living room to see my 3 siblings all reading.  "Do you know of any spell in the world that could fix this?"  He looked at the burned up stuffed animal and shook his head.

"Apologies Niklaus, I do not.  Why?"

"It was important enough to my mate to put her hand in a fire place trying to get it back, and I-"

"Mate?!"  All 3 of them exclaimed and I smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, she had been living with the Salvatore's.  She's...just perfect."  I had no other words to describe the girl I had met today, she was everything I wanted and more.

"And a little judging by the stuffed animal?"  My elder brother questioned.  Rebekah and Kol, having been in boxes for decades, didn't know what that meant until Elijah explained it.

"She's watching cartoons upstairs, I'll be back soon."  I walked out to my car, driving to the mall to get a new stuffed animal and a little surprise for my mate that will hopefully help with her problem.

Y/n POV

I hadn't been by myself for 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door and a head peeking in.  I assumed this was my Daddy's sister, Rebekah.  "Hi.  I just wanted to introduce myself.  If you're going to be living here we should get along, right?"  I nodded, making sure not to baby talk my daddy's sister.

"Definitely.  I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you."  She smiled, shutting the door behind her and sitting across from me, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Rebekah."  She sat with me and we talked for quite a while until the front door opened and Rebekah hopped up.  "I'll give you back to Nik now I suppose, but you and I are going shopping tomorrow, got it?"  I nodded.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world.  I'll be ready."  She walked out and didn't bother closing the door behind her since my daddy walked in 5 seconds later.

"Did you have a good talk with my sister love?" 

"Yeah, we're gonna go shopping tomorrow...if that's okay?"  He smiled and kissed my head gently.

"Of course it is love, I always want you to tell me where you're going, but I trust you with Rebekah and Elijah."

"Not Kol?"  He grimaced.

"Well work our way there."  I giggled.  "I've been meaning to ask, how old are you when you regress?"  He was putting something together against the wall and I watched, fascinated as he worked, his hands amazing me as he did.

"Usually between 3 and 5 but when I have someone babying me I can get down to 1 and a half ish.  I can't do much for myself then so I don't go that far often."  Keeping up with his vampire paced movements was making me dizzy so I stopped, looking back at the t.v to see Scooby riding a log in a lumber mill and being chased by the snow ghost.

"Y/n, you can be as little as you need as often as you need."  Daddy sat in front of me now, holding my hands in his.  "I need to care for you, that's what I need as a Daddy, that’s why you’re my mate, and you giving me that makes me extremely happy.  Okay?  Never feel like you can't be as little as you need."  I smiled as he said this and examined his hands as he spoke.  "What?"

"I like your hands.  I can't help but imagine what they feel like all over me."  He moved his hands down to my hips and to my butt, lifting me up just like that and putting me on his hip.

"My hands are all yours whenever you want them.  However, I have something for you.  Look."  He brought me over and I finally realized what the thing he was putting together was...it's a changing table.

"You...you want me to wear diapers?"  I was stunned and had no clue how to react.  Diapers had never been a thing I had wanted to try.

"Only to sleep baby love.  You said sometimes you have accidents, well, now you can sleep in Daddies bed with him and not worry about it."  I was touched.  Most people would have just given me my own place to sleep but this man put forth the effort to help me find a solution and that shows me how much he really does want to be my daddy.  "I got the changing table so I can help you, okay?  You don't have to do it alone, you'll never have to do anything alone again.  Also-"  he set me on the changing table and handed me...A BULBASAUR!  He had fixed my stuffie.  "Now, He is not the same stuffie unfortunately, but since we couldn't fix him, I figured you might like to take care of one of his children."  I looked at him confused.  "This is Bulbasaurs son, you'll take care of him, won't you?"  I nodded frantically, snuggling the stuffie to my chest as daddy laid me back on the changing table.  "I brought us dinner but let's get you ready for bed first, then we can snuggle and watch cartoons, huh?  Sound good baby girl?  Do you want to watch cartoons with your Daddy?"  I knew what he was doing, he was trying to make me regress and it was absolutely...working.  I giggled, nodding and snuggling my Bulbasaur as Daddy pulled my pants and panties off.  "God baby love, you're soaking wet...who did this to you?"  I whimpered, feeling exposed but also wanting his hands on me desperately, trusting him after all that he's done in such a short time.  "Answer me Y/n, who made you this wet?"

"You did..."  I gasped as he trailed a finger straight up my slit.  "Oh...I've...I’ve nevew..."  my baby talk returned as my Daddy made me feel safe and loved.

"Do you want me to stop?  We can wait, I will never do anything you don't want Y/n, never."  I shook my head.

"Pwease...pwease touch me Daddy..."  I heard him growl and my eyes snapped open to see him looking straight at me.

"Say it again...say it again baby love, and you'll get what you want."

"P-pwease?  Pwease Daddy?  Pwease touch me...I need you Daddy!" The next thing I knew his thumb was on my clit and he had slipped 2 fingers into my entrance, making him groan.

"Jesus Christ baby, you're so tight!  Oh fuck!"  Daddy kissed up my neck, my right hand buried in his hair and the other clutching the table.

"Oh!  Daddy...feews so good Daddy!  Pwease...don't stop?!"

"Never."  I gasped as he bit my ear slightly.

"Tawking...don't stop...pwease?"  He stopped kissing my neck as I said this before understanding what I meant.

"You like Daddy's voice don't you baby love?  You just love knowing it's me who's making you feel this good, don't you?"  I nodded as he added a third finger, grazing this little spot inside of me that made me need to catch my breath.  "God little one, your pussy is just perfect.  It's squeezing my fingers so tight, can't imagine what it's going to be like on my cock one day, you make me so fucking hard."  I released his hair, moving my hand down and unhooking his jeans somehow with one hand and trailing my hand down, rubbing him through his boxers and hearing him snarl and growl in my ear.

"Do dat again Daddy, pwease?  Make dat sound again?"  I moved my hand into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his flesh, making him growl once again.

"Fuck princess, god you're so perfect."  His breathing became erratic as did mine and his body went rigid as he came in my hand, the moan he let out in my ear being my last straw as my hips lifted from the table and I came, squirting all over his hand.  "Holy fuck Y/n!  That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."  He covered my lips with his, kissing me for a moment before pulling back and grabbing baby wipes, cleaning us both off before lifting my hips and wrapping me up in a diaper like a present.  He stood me up and helped me into my Batman footie pajamas before sitting me on the bed.

We spent that night comfortable in each other's arms, eating and enjoying the comfort we got from one another.  I never thought I would be grateful to Damon for throwing my stuffie in the fire but I have to say...Thanks Damon.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

A LONG LOST LOVE

Pt.1

Pairing: Y/N x Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: You have been looked in a chest for 200 years. A chest Mikael trapped you in. One day the Scooby gang just accidentally manages to get the chest open, Asking you to go to a ball where your husband and the rest of your family is going to be...

Warnings ⚠️: Swearing, a little angst, fluff, mentions to sex, blood and spoilers (Kind of)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for choosing this fic! It's my first TVD one and I deeply hope you'll like it. If you want a pt.2 please like and comment! Btw just pretend that Astrid's just dead!

Prologue

Damon opened the chest before him. Bonnie had been able to destroy the invisible magical bonds that were tying it together, but it'd taken all her power and right now Elena was taking her upstairs to get some sleep.

"Just open it up already." Stefan or at least the Ripper said.

Damon rolled his eyes and slowly lifted off the top of the chest. Stefan stepped forward to see what was in there and for a moment he was mesmerized. In the chest law a woman who looked like she was sleeping. Her Y/h/c hair law outspread by her head and her clothes looked like they were from the 1800. Suddenly her eyes opened and a gasp for air sounded through the abandoned house.

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You were awake. For the first time in so long you were awake. You could feel your heart beating eyes slowly opening and you could breath. Looking up, you saw two men, correction two vampires, presumably brother based on their looks. Suddenly you felt a hunger snap in your chest.

"Blood-I need blood..." You scream whispered. The taller of the men, threw you a blood bag, and as you slowly sat up to drink it you felt their eyes on you.

"Who are you?" The one with dark brown hair asked. Looking at you curiously.

"I'm Y/N Mikaelson, where the fuck did you guys find me?" You questioned them.

"Mikaelson? Are you Klaus and Rebekah's sister?" The taller one demanded you.

"Sister? God no, I'm Klaus's wife. You know where he is?" You asked them.

"We can't take you to him right now, we need more information, and we're not scared to force answers out of you." The brown hair threatened you. As you let out a low laughter and stood up, telling them.

"I am Y/N Mikaelson, first of my name. The only witch, vampire hybrid there is. I'm thousands of years old. How the fuck do you intend to 'force answers' out of me? You mimicked the brown haired voice by the threatening part.

"Look I'm sorry for my brother. I'm Damon this is Stefan. We just really need your help. The Mikaelsons are hosting a ball tonight. And our... Friend is going, no matter what we say. She wants to get more information about them, please just go and keep them distracted so that nothing happens to her and we'll leave you alone." The taller one, no Damon begged.

"Sure." You sighted.

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The dress: https://pin.it/73RwkmiWq

You were getting ready at the Salvatores hiding so that their 'Friend' wouldn't know about the plan. You'd chosen a long red beautiful dress with a slit that went far up your leg. As you put on your sleeves you heard a knock on your door and Damon stepped Inside.

"Well you look good, almost as good as me." He cockily told you as you rolled your eyes.

"You ready to go?" He asked. You nodded as an answer, applying the last of your makeup. He led you up to a fancy carriage and helped you up. The ride to the mansion was tense. Damon had filled you up on everything that had happened to them in the last year and no you weren't ashamed of your husband. He did what he did.

"Well look at that were fashionably late. Why don't I go inside and you'll come in in 5 minutes?" Damon wondered.

"Yeah sure." You answered him.

After waiting for a couple minutes you stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the mansion, your body stiff with nervousness. As the doors opened you felt everyone's eyes on you. You knew this was a vampire ball and most old and intelligent vampires knew who you were. A myth, a legend.

Everything seemed to stop when you locked eyes with Klaus who had seemed to be making a toast. A loud crash sounded through the ballroom when he dropped the glass in his hand and ran to you. Wrapping his arm about you, your lips met. It was a soft kiss, but with something in the background, a promise for more. When the two of you pulled apart, you saw Rebekah, your best friend walk towards you. You quickly pulled her in, even though Klaus wouldn't let go of your hand.

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When the ball was finally over Klaus dragged you with him to his painting studio. Everywhere there were paintings of you and you felt your eyes tear up.

"Hey, don't cry love." He told you, wiping the tears of your face.

"We have so much to talk about." You sobbed.

"I think that can wait, love" he said pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips against yours.

We all knew this day would come.

Taking Freya’s place, you are with hope when she transitions. 

Parings: Klaus mikaelson x fem oc (romantically, past), Hope mikaelson x fem oc (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, character deaths, cheating

Oc’s name is Ana, cause i hate using y/n ngl.

Word count: 799

Hope was only seven when she left. She had known the woman since birth. They had become close over the years. Hope looked up to the woman as a mother figure. When she left, she was heartbroken. Even years after, she still missed her profoundly.

When it happened, she clung to the small hope that she would come back, just like she promised.

She had asked her aunt Freya why she left but, she never got an answer. She knew better than to ask her parents.

Hope was smart. She figured she left because of Klaus. After all, they were engaged when she ran off.

And even though she had practically abandoned her, Hope still loved the woman.

She had kept the locket the woman gifted her on her fifth birthday. It was beautiful. It had a gold pendant that opened to show a picture, Hope and the woman playing on swings. Klaus had taken the photo, one of the rare occasions the mikaelsons got to be a normal family.

She remembered the day she left vividly. Klaus and the women were fighting again. She was crying again.

Tears, there were a lot of tears, from the woman, from Klaus, from Hope. It was a bad day.

"Please don't go," Hope held on to her as tight as she could. How could she let go?

"Hope, sweetie, I have to go," The woman spoke as her voice broke, attempting to hold the rest of her tears back.

"But, I promise I'll come back," She bent down to the young girl's level, removing a stray hair from her face.

"Promise?"

"I promise," She whispered softly, placing a soft kiss on her head, before leaving.

That was the last time Hope saw her.

Now, Hope was going to transition, without her family, her mother, her father. Her mind couldn't help but drift back to the woman. She wondered if she was ok. She wondered if she had a family or if she was even alive.

"That was, uh, a bit of a stall, 'cause there's somebody who wanted to make it here in time." Alaric sighed, leading her to the room.

Hope thought she was dreaming, she was here, she was actually here. 

She looked the same, she had the same smile, the same eyes.

"Ana?" Hope whispered.

I never thought I would hear her voice again. I never thought I would see her again. She was beautiful.

"Hello, gorgeous," She hugged me. I assumed she would be mad, but she wasn't. I'm glad I could be here in her last moments.

"You're still wearing it," I spoke, watching her play with the locket I had given her.

"Always," She responded softly, looking up at me.

"It was like having you close to me," She continued as I sat down on the bed in front of her.

"You have questions, I'm more than ready to answer," I addressed, glancing at her expressionless face. She really was her father's daughter.

"Why did you leave?" She asked, her eyes were filled with sadness. I hated seeing her sad.

"Wow, starting with the hard stuff huh?" I laughed slightly.

"I left for me," I answered honestly.

"Your father and I didn't have the best relationship. We fought a lot. Hope, your dad and I didn't meet after you were born. We met before," Her expression changed.

"Wait, did my dad cheat on you?"

"Hope, I'm not saying this to put your dad in a bad light, but yes, your father was unfaithful to me,"

She looked disgusted. I grabbed her hand, stroking it gently, attempting to calm her down.

"Hope, I forgave him," I whispered shakily.

“He wasn’t a bad person. He was the man I loved.”

"Then why did you leave? I don't understand. I needed you," She hiccupped.

"I know sweetie, I'm so sorry," I wrapped my hands around her, hugging her tightly.

"It was after I turned. I felt ignored he was spending more time with Cami and we were fighting so much. I just had to leave. I had to go,"

"I understand. I just really missed you,"

"I missed you too," I whispered hugging her again.

"What's it like?" Hope asked. It was almost time.

"At first, there's nothing, and slowly you start to realize that there's nothing, that's your consciousness reigniting, then the light trickles in. Everything is heightened and different, but for me, the first thing I noticed was the beauty, of everything. I felt sort of angry I had been missing all of this beauty my whole life," I summarized, looking at the daylight ring Klaus had given me.

Most vampires' transitions were traumatic. I understood why, your life was over, you were no longer alive. I’m thankful my experience was different, mine was kind of wonderful. I was surrounded by people I loved, people who had experience with this kind of thing.

"Wow, that sounds magical," She uttered in awe.

"It was," I answered honestly.

“He loved you, you know?”

“I know,”

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"As I'll ever be,"

Lovely

In which Elijah choses you over Hayley.

Pairings: Elijah mikaelson x fem reader, Elijah x Hayley

Warnings: Angst, cheating, parental issues, toxic relationship (my brand!)

Wordcount:272

"God, I don't even recognize myself." She spoke nervously, fiddling with the ring on her finger.

"You don't have cold feet, do you?" Elena asked fixing her hair. She still hadn't become accustomed to the fact her best friend would be marrying an original.

"No. Of course not!"

She wasn't scared of marrying Elijah. She was scared of marriage in general.

Her parents were quite happy before they married, at least that's what people told her.

Now their marriage was filled with lies, secrets, infidelity, and broken trust.

She feared the same would happen with Elijah.

She saw the stolen glances between him and Hayley.

She wasn't an idiot. She just pretended to be.

For him, she would pretend to be unaware of their attraction to one another.

He smiled softly as Hayley fixed his tie for him. He could more than do it himself, but maybe there was something about the women in his life doing it for him. 

Today was the day. The day he would marry the love of his life.

"You look handsome." The voice of the woman he often left his fiancé for says.

Shame and regret consumed him.

"Thank you,"

He didn't understand how he could've been so foolish. He didn't love Hayley. He let lust consume him. He was grateful the price was only a few sleepless nights and not the loss of his bride.

"Are you sure about this?"

He was quick to answer. He didn't need any time to think about it. He was in love with her. He wasn't going to make the same mistake ever again.

"Yes," He paused for a moment before continuing. He turned to her, his eyes filled with sympathy. Pity.

"Hayley," He started but was quickly cut off.

"I get it, Elijah. You love her.”

All too well

Thought of this while listening to cinnamon girl by lana del rey and decided to write this instead of sleeping

Your relationship with Klaus throughout the years.

Parings: Klaus mikaelson x fem oc

Warnings: Klaus being a jerk, cheating, a little fluff (wow), angst, toxic relationship, kind of a yandere vibe lols

Wordcount:787

                                       10th century 

"Fiona. Fiona, stop. I want to come with you."

The girl only laughed as Niklaus chased her through the forest.

“You'll have to catch me first," The girl spoke. He didn't have to look at her to see the smirk on her face.

"I will." The boy declared.

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He kissed her hungrily, moving from her lips to her neck.

She couldn't quite enjoy the moment as she remembered the two women she had seen him with earlier.

He didn’t attempt to hide his infidelity after Katerina. She had realized he truly didn't care anymore.

She opened her eyes to see Elijah with Celeste. Jealousy ran through her body. He looked so happy. She couldn't remember the last time Niklaus had looked at her that way. With love and not lust.

She perks up instantly as Rebekah walks into the room, her fingers intertwined with Emil's. She had suspected Rebekah was seeing someone but, she would have never guessed it was the governor's son.

"Are we interrupting?" Rebekah asked, seeing the two.

"No," Both Fiona and Elijah answered.

"Yes," Klaus groaned into the girl's neck.

"Dearest Fiona, Elijah. You've only ever wished happiness for me. Emil and I are in love. Please, let me turn him,"

Fiona smiled brightly running to hug her sister-in-law.

"Rebekah that's lovely. I'm so happy for you," She cupped her face as they giggled happily.

Hugging once more.

“Thank you sister,”

She turned to face her husband as she heard him chuckle.

"Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed to hide a lot of our indiscretions. It would not do to turn his son into one of us," Elijah spoke.

"Please. For me," Rebekah begged.

"Well," Fiona tried but was quickly cut off.

"It's not going to happen, sister. If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist and we'd have no bloody food,"

"Niklaus! You are out of line," He sent his wife a sharp glare before grabbing Emil by his throat.

"Brother," Elijah spoke but was ignored.

"Niklaus. Niklaus!" Fiona followed her husband

"Niklaus, no!" Rebekah tried.

The sound of Emil's neck being broken after Niklaus drops his body over the balcony made her stomach churn.

Klaus roughly grabbed Fiona's arm dragging her to wherever.

The last thing she sees is Elijah consoling a sobbing Rebekah.

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She had convinced Klaus it was time to wake Rebekah.

"Well, it's about time. I was bored waiting but I did so want to see your face, and it is, indeed, priceless,"

"Niklaus, stop taunting her,"  Fiona knelt beside Rebekah.

"You bastard. What day is it?"

"Sunday,"  

"I have been daggered for a whole week? Marcel – what have you done to him?"

"It's 1887, Rebekah. You've been daggered for 52 years,"

"I'm sorry, Rebekah," Fiona apologized, seeing the look on her sister's face.

"What?"

"Niklaus presented him with a choice: he could choose to undagger you and live out the rest of his human days with you, or,"

"No," She turned to face her brother, who held an emotionless look on his face.

"He could turn him instead, as he's always wanted, in exchange for giving you up,"

"No. He wouldn't do that to me,"

"Oh, but he did."  Klaus spoke with a chuckle.

                                                   1919

Again. He had cheated again.

Of course, he had broken down and played the victim.

"I'm sorry, but I promise this was the last time. I promise, please just don't leave,"

"Ok. I'll stay,"

He smiled and he kissed her cheek affectionately.

"I love you. Always and forever," 

“I’m going to check on Rebekah,” He spoke before leaving her by herself.

"Always and forever." She mumbled, looking at her ring.

                                                       “Please, Niklaus. We can not leave him. He’s my son. He’s our child!” He turned from her pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, but we have to leave him.”

She sobbed uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

                                                            1925

"Enough! I've had enough. Enough of your empty promises and lies!"

He watched her closely, an emotionless expression painted his face.

"What exactly are you saying?" He spat sharply.

"What does it sound like I'm saying?"

He arose from his seat.

"You will watch your tone with me! I will not allow you to disrespect me in my own home!"

"Our home! That's exactly what I mean. I am leaving you!"

"You will do no such thing!"

She couldn't even react before she felt something pierce her heart.

She looked down to see an object she recognized all too well.

"You promised," She whispered.

"I'm sorry. It had to be this way,"

"It didn’t. You’re not sorry. You never are.”

                                                   2013

She couldn't leave him. She was stupid to think she ever could.

So now, she watched in jealousy as he played with his child alongside Hayley.

It was unfair. Niklaus had never wanted children, and now, he had one. She had searched every grimoire, asked every witch, begging nature for a loophole but she never found one.

After everything he had done to her, she couldn’t stop loving him. Their love was strange. It was rare. She remembered everything all too well.