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Secret Agent

Elijah Mikaelson x fem!oc x Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Hope went missing and not even Freya can find her. Klaus and Elijah's human girlfriend can help them especially when the people who kidnapped Hope left a drawing of an octopus in it.

Warnings: Tiny panic attack, blood, kidnapping, bad grammar

A/n: First fic I've wrote yay! I'm sorry in advance for wrong grammar. But anyway, enjoy reading!

"Found anything yet?" Klaus asked impatiently pacing around the room.

Hope was missing and everyone is trying their best to find something. The people or person who kidnapped Hope left a note that just have an octopus drawing in it and it certainly did not help them since they have no clue what the octopus means.

"Klaus be patient and calm down" Elijah scolded his younger brother even tho he too, is having a hard time calming himself.

"I can not calm down brother! My daughter is missing and all clue we have is a stupid drawing of an octopus!" by now, Klaus' voice was getting louder and louder to think that he was already yelling.

Freya is sat down the floor trying to do a location spell to find hope but there was a magic strong as hers that is blocking it.

"Hello everyone—oh" Alena Sinclair, Klaus and Elijah's girlfriend, greeted with a cheerful expression but was turned into a confuse look when she saw everyone's state.

"Hello dear" Elijah greeted her with a small smile. Alena started making her way to Elijah and kissed him in the cheeks.

She turned to Klaus and hope to greet him but he was clearly stress, pacing around the room with his hands on his hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked Elijah.

"Hope is missing and Freya is trying to find her but she thinks that there was a strong witch, strong as hers, blocking the magic." Elijah explained. Alena's smile fell and her faced morphed into a worried expression.

Alena was like Hope's second mother. Whenever Hayley is busy with the wolves, she would be the one taking care of Hope. And with her being Klaus' girlfriend it gave her and Hope more time together. Hope started calling her 'mama' when she turned 8 while she calls Hayley 'mom'

"Well is there any clue or anything that can tell us where she is?" Alena asked, worry in her voice.

"Well there is this octopus drawing that is colored red and black an—"

"W-wait wait!" Alena cut Elijah off. "An octopus?!?" She asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Yeah, here" Kol handed her the drawing with his other hand as his left hand was on Davina's shoulders calming her down.

Alena stared at the drawing wide eyed. Memories started flooding in her mind. This can't be possible, there is no way that they were still alive.

"Do you know what it means Lena?" Hayley asked her, her voice in a whisper. Jackson beside her hugging her for comfort.

"Yes but I-i might be wrong" She whispered back her reply. Her worried expression turned to a mixture of disbelief, fear and anger.

"Well then what does it means?" Klaus asked her.

"I will explain later but right now we have to go to New York" she replied. Her eyebrows furrowed, bitting her lip.

"New York?" Freya asked. Alena just nodded her head.

—New York—

"So darling, why are we here again when we're supposed to be looking for Hope?" Kol asked.

The Mikaelson's, Hayley, Jackson, Davina and Alena were all standing infront of a tall building.

There was a lot of people wearing suits or catsuits or holding some gears.

Alena said nothing and started walking inside and gesturing her head for them to follow her.

"Come on" she said.

Everyone looked at each other with confused face but they followed her in.

Alena led them to a big office. Once that everyone was inside, she closed the door and locked it.

"So, what do you know about the octopus my love?" Klaus asked.

Alena cleared her throat. "Wednesday wake up, we got some work to do"

The blinds closed and holograms started showing. The monitors started opening and a femanine robotic voice spoke.

"Hello Lady Lena, its good to have you back. You have 5 recent unfinished projects, 3 recent received files from Doctor Jake and Agent Phil." Wednesday, The AI said startling everyone but Alena.

"Who was that?" Kol exclaimed. Alena who was walking towards the desk turned to him. "That's Wednesday my Ai, Artificial intelligence"

"You have an Artificial intelligence?!?" Finn has been fascinated with computer science since the moment he learned how to used a phone.

Alena chuckled. "Yes" before saying. "Wednesday please get rid of the holograms and replace it with all the files that you have on Hydra"

Many holograms appeared surrounding the room.

"What is Hydra?" Davina's question was ignored by Alena.

"Wednesday try to search for Hope Mikaelson" Alena said sternly. It was the first The Mikaelson's heard Alena serious, she was mostly cheerful and happy and positive.

A hologram appeared. Hope's picture popped up and text too. Wednesday started speaking again.

"Hope Mikaelson, 14 years old, daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner, Date of birth: January 4, 2012, 5'3 tall"

"How does she know all that?" Klaus exclaimed.

"She's an Ai brother, Artificial intelligence" Finn replied and Klaus glared at him.

"Wednesday where is Hope Mikaelsons location right now, specific location" Alena ignored the two and ordered the bot.

"Siberia, Russia miss. Where the Winter Soldiers were held" With that, Alena paled.

What if they turned her into a Winter Soldier? What if they use her? What if they turn her into a weapon? How does Hydra even know who Hope is? They knew about supernaturals?

Alena was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Finn sped off to find Hope.

Hayley went to Alena noticing that she was now sitting down with her knees in her chest.

"Lena you have to calm down, follow my breathing honey" Hayley instructed.

Once she noticed that her breathing is now normal, she spoke. "Hey what happened?"

"Wha-what if they turn her into a weapon? what if they use her?" Alena said her mind running with questions again.

"Lena calm down, Klaus and the others will take care of it and you know that nobody mess with the Mikaelsons and live" the wolf tried to reassure the agent.

"Y-yeah you're right" The Sinclair girl calmed down.

—An hour later—

"We're back" Kol announced. Hope ran to both of her mother's arms hugging them tight.

"Ohh thank God" Hayley and Alena both sighed in relief.

Alena turned to see her lovers covered in blood. She ran to them concerned.

"We are okay love, you don't need to worry about us" Klaus assured their lover. He kissed her first deeply as a thank you. Hope wouldn't have been found earlier without Alena's help.

"Thank you love, for finding Hope" Klaus said after they broke apart. Alena smiled and muttered a 'you are always welcome my love' which made Klaus smile widely with the pet name.

Alena turned to Elijah and kissed him too, and asked if he was also okay after they broke the kiss which Elijah nodded in reply assuring her too that he's fine.

"Now darling, you might need to explain with this all" Kol said gesturing the room with holograms and computers.

They all sat down in the sofa's after Alena ordered Wednesday to remove the holograms and open the blinds.

"Well it all started when I was 9 I think? Nick Fury found me at the street with bags in my hands. He asked me why was I all alone in the streets at night and I explained to him that I was kicked out of the orphanage and I had to stay in the streets. He made a decision to take me under his wing and from that day I was introduced to the world of spies, agents and assassin's. Nick trained me into becoming a great spy and agent. I was taught everything I need to know about, how to fight, how to use guns, knives and more weapons. He taught me how to watch my back every time and to not trust anyone. I grew up fighting for my way to become a great agent and make my father proud. And well, now I am a level 9 agent." Alena explained.

"Wait then how did you end up in New Orleans?" Davina asked.

"I was sent for a month mission to get information about supernaturals. Apparently my father found out about supernaturals and wanted to know more about them." Alena replied putting her hands in her lap.

"Wow so you've been an agent all along" Hope asked excitedly.

"Yes hon" Alena hummed in agreement.

"Wait can you teach me how to fight ma?" That gained everyone's attention and heads snapped to Hope's direction.

"I don't know honey" Hayley looked unsure.

"Please mom please please please, plus you know mama would take care of me and not get me to any trouble" Hope pleaded.

Hayley looked at Klaus who looked at Alena who looked at Elijah.

"Why not I mean, Alena would take care of her right my love?" Elijah asked. Alena hummed in agreement.

"Fine" Hope cheered loudly with that.

"Wait can you teach me too?" Kol asked loudly.

The Originals Fanfiction

Series

Centuries in the Making

Status: In-Progress/ On Hiatus 

Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

One Shots

Klaus

Crusts

Nikki

Appendicitis 

Elijah

Curiosity, Satisfaction and the Cat

Claim

The Little Bookstore

The Morning After 

Me Too

Future 

Deal

Monster-in-Law

A Night Out 

Hidden

Learning to Drive 

Marcel

Unwanted House Guest 

Family

Peace

Wrapped Around your Little Finger

Masterlist

*apologies in advance for some of the older stuff included here

FANDOM LIST

One Chicago

Halstead!Reader

Help (tw abuse)

May I Have This Dance? (x Connor Rhodes)

Surprise

Okay (Series x Matt Casey)

Imagine… being a soccer player and your brothers, Will and Jay, surprising you at one of your games

Imagine… being Will and Jay’s sister and telling them you’re pregnant

Protective (tw assault)

Knock First (x Matt Casey)

Big Brother Stuff

Make It Up To You

Chicago PD

Intelligence!Reader

Interrogation

Jay Halstead

Here For You (Series)

Partners

Buy You A Drink?

Stunning

Imagine… meeting Jay for the first time after you deliberately hit a criminal with your car when he was trying to escape

Unconditional

Goddaughter

Pillow

Burglar

I Got This

Tipsy

Take a Hint

High School Sweethearts

Full of Surprises

Take Your Daughter To Work Day

Hospitals (tw infertility)

Imagine… Jay getting hurt on the job and your daughter refusing to leave his bedside at the hospital

Hostage

Imagine… Jay not understanding why you feel self-conscious about your looks because you’re the most beautiful person in the world to him

What’s Next?

Evidence

Imagine… Jay getting you a cactus instead of flowers because he knows how bad you are at keeping plants alive

Danger Is Your Job

Options (tw infertility)

Undercover

Jealousy (x Kelly Severide)

Jay Halstead x Same Reader

Trapped (Series - Ongoing)

More Than Friends (Series - Complete)

We’ll Make It Down The Aisle (Series - Complete)

Hank Voight

Could Have Been More (Series - Complete)

Imagine… being Adam’s younger sister and secretly dating Voight

I Can Take Care of Myself

Imagine… Hank slowly realising he’s falling in love with you

Not Again (tw illness scare)

No More Hiding

The Gun Range

Hailey Upton

One Day

Looking Forward

We’re A Team

Moving On (x Leslie Shay)

Adam Ruzek

Imagine… being Voight’s daughter and finding out you’re carrying Adam’s child

I’m Your Brother (Ruzek!Reader)

Antonio Dawson

Family (tw kidnapping)

Worth It

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz

Officer Down (tw death)

Kim Burgess

Another Chance

Kevin Atwater

The One

Chicago Fire

Blake Gallo

My Girl

I Got You (tw death/depression)

Reactions (Series x Casey!Reader - Complete)

Caught in the Crossfire

This Guy? (x Atwater!Reader)

Secrets (x Severide!Reader)

Matt Casey

Imagine… promising to never leave an argument left unresolved with Matt before he goes on shift

What if… (x Severide!Reader)

Imagine… ‘Surprising’ Matt in his office and getting caught by Boden

Night Off

Timing

This Time

It’s A Date

Kelly Severide

Dance (Severide!Reader)

Imagine… getting promoted to Squad

Family (Severide!Reader)

Fight (Severide!Reader)

Crush

Accidents Happen

Longest Shift Ever

Off Limits

Roommates

Joe Cruz

Sick Day

Otis Zvonecek

As Fast As I Can

Chicago Med

Will Halstead

Babysitting

What to Expect

Familiar

Jealous

Favouritism

It’s A Twin Thing

Take Care of You

Connor Rhodes

Labours of Love

I Only Have Eyes For You

Spoken For

Worry (car crash tw)

Elevator

Ethan Choi

Secrets

Busiest Night

Close Call (tw stabbing)

Law and Order: SVU

Olivia Benson

You Don’t Have To Pretend

Sonny Carisi

I Want Us (Series x Chicago PD - Complete)

In From The Cold (Teen!Reader)

FBI / FBI Most Wanted / FBI International

Jess LaCroix

Take The Leap

Imagine… Jess bringing you in to consult on cases

Clinton Skye

Better Late Than Never

OA Zidan

Bad Hair Day

9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Imagine… Buck being worried you’re going to leave him

Imagine… having to convince your brother, Buck, not to go down to the station after you tell him your new TO, Bradford, is giving you a hard time (ft. The Rookie)

Imagine… getting a puppy with Buck

Better Than They Know

Imagine… Buck bringing home a stray he rescued from a fire

Hope

Dirty Dancing

Eddie Diaz

Break In (tw assault)

Least I Can Do

Imagine… being a rookie Athena is training and catching Eddie’s eye

Josh Russo

A Good Thing

9-1-1: Lone Star

Matteo Chavez

Summer Days (x Strand!Reader)

Grey’s Anatomy

Carina De Luca

I Knew You’d Find Me

Station 19

Jack Gibson

Not Alone (tw miscarriage)

Promise (Series - Complete)

Our Children (tw childbirth, death)

The Rookie

Lucy Chen

Imagine… Lucy saving your life on a call and you bring her flowers at the station to say thank you

Angela Lopez

Look At Me Now

Tim Bradford

Accidents

All I Need

Imagine… going undercover to a party with Tim and kissing him to keep your cover intact

The Good Doctor

Melendaire

“I Love You”

TVDverse

Klaus Mikaelson

Our Little Secret (Series - Complete)

Humanity (x Salvatore!Reader)

No Mercy (tw torture and kidnapping)

Siren Song (Series - Complete x Damon Salvatore)

Elijah Mikaelson

Helping Hand

Damon Salvatore

Never Again

Tyler Lockwood

Instant Attraction

Kai Parker

Resistant (tw abuse I think?) (Series - not going to continue)

Arrowverse

Oliver Queen

Touch Her Again And You’re Dead (tw abuse)

Laurel Lance

I Don’t Want To Lose You

One Last Time 

Roy Harper

Comfort

Mistletoe Kiss

Wedding Proposal

Dating Advice

Mick Rory

New Traditions

Imagine… Mick buying you a thoughtful birthday gift even though you didn’t think he cared

Ghosts

First Move

Nora Darhk

Good Morning

Good Enough

Astra Logue

Imagine… being a nephilim and falling for Astra

Barry Allen

Merry Christmas Drabble (Series)

Told You It Was Me

First Date

Imagine… discovering your meta powers in the middle of work and Barry revealing his identity as the Flash in order to help you

Wally West

Crash Back (tw car crash)

Killer Frost

Ice Breaker

Hunter Zolomon/Zoom

This Is Where It Gets Complicated

Zari Tomaz

Imagine… Zari flirting with you

Titans

Dick Grayson

Imagine… Dick introducing you to Bruce when he takes you home for mandatory family dinner

Young Justice

Wally West

Pizza Fixes Everything

Stuck in Limbo (Series)

Roy Harper

One Hell Of An Arsenal

Marvel

Peter Parker

New Worlds (Series - Ongoing) x DC!Reader

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

Grant Ward

Forgiveness, One Step At A Time

Letters of Love and Confessions and Hydra

X-Men

Bobby Drake

Beautiful Snow Storm

Fire and Ice

Mystique

Sweet Love

Alex Summers

Nightmares

Stargate

John Sheppard

Imagine… Sheppard giving you extra ‘flying lessons’ - but you aren’t fooling anyone

Teyla Emmagan

Imagine… sparring with Teyla and you’re too focused on each other to notice a crowd forming

The 100

John Murphy

Scars

Walls

Touch

MacGyver

Angus MacGyver

Roommates

Gala + Tension + Bombs

Late Night + Favours

Masquerade + SUV

White Wolf

Teen Wolf

Theo Raeken

I Didn’t Mean To Hurt You (tw abuse I think?)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Imagine… baking Dean a pie after a long hunt and he accidentally tells you he loves you for the first time

My Baby, And My Other Baby

Imagine… coming up with names for your baby with Dean

Imagine… Dean teaching you how to drive in the impala

Imagine… trying different wedding cake options with Dean

I Would Never Hurt You

Sam Winchester

Imagine… you and Sam accidentally scratching the impala and trying to cover it up before Dean got back

Injury

Smiling On The Inside

Valentine’s

Into You

Happy On The Inside

Shadowhunters

Izzy Lightwood

Imagine… Izzy taking you clothes shopping and showing off your outfits to her

Roswell, New Mexico

Kyle Valenti

Imagine… being a nurse in Roswell and accidentally stumbling onto Kyle’s work

Lucifer

Paternal Instinct (Child!Reader)

Harry Potter

Viktor Krum

Friendly

Cedric Diggory

I Surrender

Draco Malfoy

Dating Advice

Katherine: I sleep with a knife under my pillow

Jeremy: Weak. I sleep with two under mine.

Y/n: You are both pathetic

Katherine: What killer weapon do you sleep with then, princess?

Y/n: Klaus

I absolutely fell in love with this story!!!

Could you make an imagine where Klaus Mikaelson is the father figure to the reader despite not being her real dad? And her birth father came back trying to take her but Klaus wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t let him take the reader?

Home

Klaus had just been taking a stroll through the woods when he finds himself walking towards the sounds of a beta's broken sobs. Seeing the little abandoned wolf, Klaus takes her home with him, hoping that he'd be able to become her safe place -- which he very successfully does. But what happens when Y/n's biological father returns after ages in hopes of getting her back?

Warnings - None really, other than the fact that it's quite sad (but with happy outcomes I promise <3) Word Count - 4.0k

I'm so so so sorry for my absence the past whole week but hey, this is quite literally a 4k worded fic! So hopefully that makes up for it? (Also, thank you for the request, lovely anon. Please do tell me if you like it!!)

Also! I took the idea of Y/n's wolf being a little out of control from this very very amazing fic written by the truly talented @klausysworld Please do give the fic a read, if you haven't already that is, hahah <3

Klaus had been taking a stroll through the woods, his feet carrying him just about anywhere while his mind sped through thoughts a million miles an hour. He made plans, then backed them up with another one, and then made another one, just in case. And he'd just lifted his leg to cross over a fallen tree when his body came to an unnatural halt.

He was never caught off guard, but right now, as he heard hushed sobs and a heart that was beating in a painfully broken rhythm, he couldn't help but gently continue his stroll – in a particular direction with an aim, this time.

His head tilted as he neared the source of the sound, his nose picking up on a beta scent. It had been way too long since he had come across a beta, his major interactions occurring with either other Alphas or Omegas, or Vampires. As well as some other species that rather got on his nerves, such as the witches. It intrigued him.

From quite afar, his eyes finally caught sight of a rather small frame crouched against the rough bark of a tree, a jerk shaking their body every time their back accidently met with it, followed by another painful but gritted howl.

But what made Klaus' frown deepen even further, was the sight of wolf ears growing from the person's head. He felt as though his eyes were deceiving him; he had never come across something like this and if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty sure that this was just an untrained little wolf -- or perhaps it was the strangeness making him think that there couldn't possibly be another mythical creature that was actually all too real.

So, he walked closer, his head a little ducked and shoulders bunched up on either side of his neck as he tried not to make any sound as that would surely startle the ...child, he realised.

The little frame, sobbing into their hands with their knees bunched up against their torso, belonged to a child. A werewolf child who was beginning to lose control of their wolf, and just then Klaus noticed a tail curling up against the little one's back in order to provide comfort.

He flinched when some wood broke unde his step, alerting the little girl and his heart cracked like a drought-stricken land when she jerked and looked up at him with eyes so big, full of fear swarming them and so much sadness that he could drown in it and not be found.

She immediately backed up into the tree, hissing sharply when her back met the unruly surface but not once did her eyes move away from him. Her lips trembled, a fat tear rolling down her cheek against her will and Klaus noted that the girl could not be older than a decade.

Taking another step towards her, Klaus froze when her wolf ears went back in, and a sob broke out of her mouth.

"Please, sir! I will do whatever you ask of me, but please don't hurt me," she shouted at him, fully breaking down into heart wrenching sobs as she tried to get up on wobbly legs but fell to the ground right away due to the tremor coursing through her body.

Tears blurred his vision for a second before he took the final step toward her which brought him close enough to sit on his knees beside her and rest his hand on her head.

"It's alright, little wolf. I'm not here to harm you," Klaus whispered, feeling her body falling into shambles under his touch. But when she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes, he couldn't help but pass her a reassuring smile.

"You are safe with me, sweetheart," he said, now weaving his hand across her forehead to brush away the hair that stuck to it. "Yes?" He asked her with a soft nod, bringing her closer to his chest when she too, nodded. Her eyes were still uncertain but he could tell that it won't take long for her to let go.

This was a child, full of enough naivety to trust a stranger and Klaus was more than glad that he’d found her before someone else could’ve. And maybe his Alpha scent provided her with the extra comfort that she most likely needed, but Klaus wasn’t complaining.

So he rested his back against the tree this time and let her sit in his lap, his arms around her in a way that cocooned her away from whatever that had pained her so terribly, and ready to protect her from anything that came her way with poisonous intentions.

His heart clenched inside his chest when the little girl curled up against him, finally letting the sobs rake through her body and for all the sadness to cause havoc inside her little heart before it left her alone for good.

And for some reason, Klaus just knew to avoid her back. It was clear that she was hurt over there somehow, making him rub his hand up and down her arm instead, and rock the two of them side to side for a little bit. Slowly and slowly, her wails turned into softer sobs and then finally, Klaus heard her heartbeat go back to a normal pace again.

He looked down to see if she'd cried it all out, wanting her to tell him about the culprit who had hurt her like this but when he found that she had slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, he didn't even think once before carrying her home with him, covering her up under his duvet while he sat on the sofa across the bed, looking at her and telling himself that there was no way he was going to be able to let her go.

He just felt something between them, something that brought them closer in a way he had never experienced before. He felt like he was supposed to love her, care for her, teach her all about the world and show her the wonders. He felt like taking her responsibility, giving her his last name and raising her protected from the world.

Perhaps it was because he, somewhere, saw his inner child in her. The child that so helplessly begged for just some love from his father and got the horrifying abuse instead. 

Klaus wanted to take her under his wing and be there for her while she grew up. He wanted this very clearly abandoned little wolf to call him her father, and his brothers her uncles and his sisters her aunts.

He couldn't sleep all night, fearing that she'd wake up and ask for her actual parents. And he knew he'd take her back in an instant if she wanted to, but it would tear him apart into uncountable and unrecognisable shreds.

And so, he waited all night for her to wake up and hopefully deny him when he'd ask her if she wanted to go back home. And Klaus would go to hell and back to build her a home; to become her home.  

But despite his stubborn decision to stay up and look after her, Klaus awoke to something soft and comforting touching his whatever exposed skin. And as he cracked open his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring inside his room and one of his blankets was draped over him. And he knew it hadn’t been on him for long as he had felt it sliding across his frame, and yet he couldn’t catch sight of the carer. 

That was, until he began getting up and he looked down to find the little girl, sitting beside his feet and looking up at him with doe eyes full of ...joy. He noted that the girl was happy to see that he was finally awake, her heartbeat picking up just a little as a smile slid on her mouth. 

“Thank you, Alpha,” the girl mumbled shyly, placing her hands on his knees while she began standing up. And Klaus’ arms instantly went ahead in order to prevent her from falling but she didn’t stumble once, reminding him that she probably had werewolf healing powers that performed with a slight delay due to her young age. 

Klaus opened his mouth to say something but when the girl warily wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the very tip of her toes to do so, he found himself caught off guard, once again. But regardless, he hugged her back rather tightly, lifting her off the ground and bringing her on the sofa. 

“Are you okay now, little wolf? Does it still hurt?” Klaus asked her, one of his hands cupping her face while the other cradled her. And his heart swooned when she curled up on him just like the night prior, but this time only soft breaths passed through her mouth. 

“The wounds have healed, Alpha,” she mumbled, almost hiding her face by tucking it away in his chest. “But my heart still hurts, I think,” her voice wavered as she confessed, now clenching his henley in her fist due to the unease it brought to her.

“Oh, little wolf,” Klaus sighed, his eyebrows turned into an upside down frown as he looked upon her with pity. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He whispered, cautious so she wouldn’t shut him off, even though she was too young to know of such a thing.

“My father, he – he kicked me out of the pack yesterday,” she told him with a quivering voice, tears beginning to pool in her eyes once again. “He told me – he said that he doesn’t love me… that – that he never has!” She cried out, a sob aching her throat and wrapping itself around it so tightly that it was almost beginning to choke her. 

“He said he doesn’t love me,” she repeated, her body now shaking in Klaus arms as his heart crumpled inside his chest as he noted just how much she cared and felt, and that she was having to relive it again right now. 

“Why did he kick you out, darling?” Klaus asked, wanting to end her misery and just a one line answer would be enough for him to go over and slaughter the entire pack.

“He wanted me to learn how to handle the pack once he wouldn’t be there anymore, how – how to be an Alpha,” she told him, tears flowing out of her eyes that had now grown bloodshot red. 

And just then, her ears popped out of her head once again, and Klaus couldn’t help but pet the welted ears in order to help her calm down. 

“But I didn’t want to! I – I don’t want to take charge after him!” She told Klaus, this time her voice changed its tone to be more convincing and desperate. She sat upright, trying to show Klaus just how much she’d rather work behind the scenes than take the lead officially.

“It’s okay, little wolf – you won’t have to anymore,” Klaus reassured the girl, weaving his fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll be here with me, safe and sound, and I will love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, looking into her eys with the purest sincerity.

“I truly love you, little wolf,” Klaus said softly at recieving a questioning look from her, asking if he honestly meant what he was saying. “And I will always show you love.”

She brightened up at that, the shine of a couple stars returning to her eyes as she got up, but then saddened again. “But what about home?” She asked, her tears beginning to dry up on her cheeks as she wiped them away. 

“Do you wish to go home?”

“No,” she trailed off, looking away from his eyes as if guilty, causing Klasu to cup her cheeks and turn her back to face him. 

“Then I’ll be your home, little wolf,” he smiled at her. “Yes?” 

The girl nodded, quickly leaning in to press a kiss on his dimpled cheek. 

“What’s your name, darling?” 

“Y/n, Alpha,” she answered him, and Klaus wanted more than anything for her to call him her father or dad, but knew that he should give her some time. 

“Lovely,” he grinned, taking her in his arms and getting up to let her in the shower and then introduce her to the rest of the Mikaelsons. 

And it wasn’t long before Klaus found himself officially adopting Y/n, making her  a Mikaelson and his heart had swollen inside his ribs when she’d so shyly asked him if she could finally call him her father. 

Over the first couple months only Klaus noticed that her gentle and empathetic nature valued deep and personal connections with people over power and attention. He also learned that the reason she hid her high intelligence and outstandingness in whatever field she chose, was because that was simply ingrained in her beta personality. 

So, gradually, books all about betas began to fill shelves in their library quarter of the house. 

“Father!” Came in a shrieking voice, followed by his ears picking up on a rapid heartbeat and he was out of the bed in an instant, checking her over to see if she was hurt and he only shook his head when he found that Kol had just been chasing her around the house, early in the morning to keep her interest while Freya made breakfast for her. 

“Good morning, little wolf,” Klaus grinned, picking her up off the ground and spinning with her in his hold, pressing as many kisses as he could all over her face as she pressed her palm against his face to keep his stubble away.

Loud giggles and squeaks echoed throughout the mansion as Klaus brought her back to bed with him, letting her lay on top of him.

It quite hurt him that she was too tall to curl up on him now, but it still felt good when her heart pressed up against his despite the many layers of bones and skin and clothing keeping them apart. 

“Uncle Kol was chasing me with his vampire speed! Tell him that that’s not fair!” She whined, looking pointedly at Kol who was shaking his head at the door. 

“You’re a wolf, little one,” Klaus began, pulling her attention back on him. “You can outrun anyone,” he smiled. 

Y/n contemplated that for a second before she moved to sit upright beside him with a pout on her mouth. “Anyone but you, father.”

Klaus laughed at that, tackling her back into bed. “You do not wish to outrun me, now do you, little wolf?” He asked her, getting out of bed and letting her cling to him on his chest as he went downstairs. He knew that as a wolf, she preferred to nuzzle anywhere she found warmth, and that his chest was one of her favourite places. 

Sitting her down on the chair next to him, Klaus let her eat her food by herself. Sure, the honey did drizzle down her chin once but he didn’t mind, instantly cleaning it up with his thumb before it could’ve slipped down any further. 

Elijah asked her questions about the storybook he had bought her a couple days prior, Rebekah asked her if the girl wanted to help her aunt pick out a dress, Kol warned her against it by threatening to chase her and Freya smacked all of them on the back of their heads, telling them off to let you eat.

“Father, are you free to paint with me after this?” Y/n asked, looking at him with eyes that had truly unintentionally turned similar to a little puppy’s. 

Klaus finished his food, noting another thing that her shyness had truly dissipated into thin air. And all that it had left behind was politeness and some convincing eyes that could get the devil to let go of a deal.

“Of course, Y/n,” he smiled, getting up and grinning when she trotted behind him happily with her own empty plate in her hand. He watched as she put it in the sink and washed her hands and mouth, letting her chug down her orange juice for once as he wiped his own mouth. 

Once again, she followed him back inside his studio like a lost puppy. Klaus came back out with the heavier and the majority of supplies in his hands while Y/n skipped behind him with the paints and the brushes in hers.

Walking into the front yard, Klaus set down all of their stuff and sat himself in front of her, chuckling when he noticed that she’d already begun twirling her brush around on her canvas, not a single thought in her mind as she let out anything that flashed in front of her eyes, onto the paper. 

Klaus on the other hand, decided to make a painting of colours chosen from her hair. Every colour he saw in the midst of her hair strands, he put it on his canvas, slowly and slowly morphing into a tree’s bark.

And when he checked upon her canvas to see where her painting was going, he felt his dimples dig inside his cheeks at the sight of every and any shade of green that she could find – perhaps in his eyes, Klaus realized when she raised her head to look into his eyes and went back to working. 

Almost all of his days went like this, waking up to her running into his room after having had a shower, holding her in his arms for a little then taking her down for breakfast, where she would convince him to paint with her for a little.

After that he’d let her go off with Eilajh to read and learn some other things by Freya that she probably needed to learn. He would be out of the mansion during that, out to mind his business and kill his own minions because of their brave stupidity. 

When he’d return to the mansion, Y/n would sleepily trod out of her bed and into his arms, let him pick her up and take her to bed where he’d just hold her and tell her how much he loved her, because someone had probably already read her a story or two. 

Some nights she would wake up crying from a nightmare about her biological father, and then she would find herself running into Klaus’ arms which were already open, having heard her rushed footsteps and broken sobs. 

Her wolf ears no longer popped out since Klaus had spent an insurmountable time helping her take her wolf under her control, but every once in a while, depending upon how bad the nightmare was, her tail would creep out of her shirt and curl itself either around Klaus’ arms or her own back, which Klaus didn’t object at seeing that she only did this when she was crying in his arms.

But once they’d finish painting, Y/n would run into the house with her and Klaus’ painting to show them off to her uncles and aunts, leaving Klaus behind to clean up the mess. But he didn’t mind it one bit, only laughing when she’d come back looking guilty and saying that she was sorry that she’d once again forgotten to help him clean up in her excitement. 

And that’s exactly what had happened just now. 

“It’s okay little wolf,” Klaus assured her. “You know I don’t mind it,” he said and let her hug him to show him just how bad she felt.

He rubbed her back, and got up with her hand in his, looking down at the back of her head and smiling as she led their way back inside. 

“Wait father!” She paused her walking. “Look, the weather has taken a turn,” she stated, pointing at the sky in which angry clouds had begun swirling, the fluffy white ones long gone. 

“Does that mean it’s reading time?” 

“Yes!” The girl shrieked, jumping up and down, making Klaus laugh as she ran off to meet up with Elijah. 

He caught himself grinning long after she had left his line of sight and shook his head, a smile still pasted on his mouth as he turned around to rule over the so-called supernatural adults whom even Y/n was smarter than. 

“I see you’ve taken a liking to playing her father, Niklaus,” a rough voice said from behind, and while it hadn’t caught Klaus off guard, what had was the fact that this man was brave and dumb enough to step a foot in such close proximity to him. 

Surely, he must have come with a death wish. 

“Roman,” Klaus said out loud the name of Y/n’s biological father, his voice full of venom and he could’ve spat at the man in front of him. “I see you’re feeling daring today, perhaps even like dying?” He proposed, taking a threatening step towards the man. 

Klaus had, the very next night of when he’d found Y/n, went on to slaughter Roman’s entire pack. He had let the man live since he wanted him to see and live through his own daughter's hatred towards him. So much hatred that she didn’t even look his way anymore, let alone call him her father.

“Let’s not get this messy, Niklaus,” Roman started but before he could’ve finished, Klaus had him pinned against the very door frame he was leaning so cockily on. 

“I’m not your friend, Roman,” he gritted through his teeth, knowing that he didn’t need to clarify any further as to what he meant by that. 

“Sir,” Roman started, stretching his neck. “I want my daughter back,” he said.

Red flashed in front of Klaus’ eyes as he sped towards Roman, tearing through his flesh and ribs to clench his heart in his fist. “I would’ve been a fan of such bravery had you not made the mistake of calling her your daughter when she fucking refuses to even recognise you,” Klaus finally spat at him, his grip on his heart so tight that it could burst due to the pressure. 

“I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat if you dare once again to call my daughter, yours, or call your lame excuse of a self, her father,” he said, pulling on his heart lightly. “She is mine, and I love her and this is her home now.”

“I am her home,” he gritted his teeth so hard that they could’ve shattered. 

Roman’s frame was beginning to get blue, knocking the realisation into Klaus that his hold on his heart was so hard that it was struggling to beat. “Go to the opposite side of the world and never look back here again,” Klaus compelled him, finally taking his hand back out of his chest. 

“Now off you go,” he said, maybe shooed. “I am sure you know that a wolf bite can only be cured by my blood,” he hissed venomously, his eyes shining golden as vampire streaks drew themselves through his skin.

And once Roman had finally sped out, Klaus let out a breath and his heart to rest again, his hands trembling at the thought of what could’ve happened right now had he not been who he truly is. 

Rushing into his room to clean himself off, Klaus rushed back out to Y/n who was currently sitting in front of Elijah. 

“Little wolf!” Klaus called for her as he stood at the doorway of the room, his vision getting blurry when she came running to him with the biggest smile on her face. 

“Yes father? Missed me, didn’t you?” She giggled teasingly, wrapping her arms around him and Klaus couldn’t help but nuzzle in the nape of her neck, holding her tightly against him as he kneeled on the floor and felt a tear slip past the slit of his eyes. 

“I love you, my little wolf,” he said, whimpering. 

“Oh, I love you too, father,” she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “You should know that I’ll always be your little wolf.”

“Forever and always, my precious” Klaus breathed, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek before resting his forehead against it for a moment, breathing in her scent and reminding himself that she’d also become his home now. 

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.

A Father's tender care

Y/n watches from a distance, a soft smile playing on your lips as you observe the scene before you. Klaus, your husband and the father of your child stands in the center of the room, cradling your precious daughter, Hope, in his arms. The love and adoration in his eyes are evident as he gazes down at her tiny face. Klaus, known for his ferocity and strength, has always possessed a softer side when it comes to his family. And seeing him with Hope only amplifies that tenderness. His large hands carefully support her delicate body, his touch gentle and protective. It warms your heart to witness the sheer devotion he has for your little girl.

You step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near them. As you do, Klaus looks up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a spark of joy and pride in his gaze, mirroring the same emotions that swell within you. You can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment, knowing that your husband loves your daughter as fiercely as he loves you.

Klaus smiles at you, his expression softening even further. "Look at her, love," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Our daughter, our little Hope."

You nod, your heart brimming with happiness. "She's perfect, Klaus. And she's so lucky to have you as her father."

His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "And I'm the lucky one to have both of you in my life."

As Klaus cradles Hope, you place a hand on his arm, feeling a surge of motherly pride. You know that, with him by her side, your daughter will grow up surrounded by unconditional love and protection.

And as you watch Niklaus dote on your daughter, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for both of them.

Don't Kill!

The doctor gently held Baby Hope's tiny arm, preparing to administer the necessary vaccine. Hope's cries filled the room, her tiny face scrunched up in discomfort. klaus stood nearby, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved daughter in distress.

Klaus's anger surged, his protective instincts raging against the doctor who dared to make his precious baby cry. His eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity, and the urge to unleash his wrath upon the unsuspecting medical staff grew stronger by the second.

Just as Klaus was about to unleash his fury, a calming voice interrupted his thoughts. It was y/n, his loving wife, who stood by his side, recognizing the turmoil within him.

"Don't go on a murder spree, love," y/n spoke softly, their voice laced with concern and understanding.

Klaus turned his gaze toward y/n, momentarily torn between his instincts and the rationality that y/n always seemed to bring out in him. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain control over his emotions and quell the raging storm within.

The doctor finished administering the vaccine, and Baby Hope's cries began to subside as she was comforted by her mother.

Klaus, still seething with anger, took a step back, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their usual calm blue. He realized that y/n was right. Going on a murderous rampage would not only endanger others but also set a terrible example for his daughter.

Reluctantly, Klaus nodded to y/n, acknowledging their wisdom. "You're right, my love," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I must find another way to protect our family."

Y/n's reassuring hand gently grasped Klaus's, their touch offering solace and support. "We will find a way, Klaus," she said, her voice brimming with unwavering faith. "Together, we can keep our family safe."

Klaus's features softened as he allowed the love and reason in y/n's words to wash over him. He knew that his wife was his anchor, the one who could quell the storm within him and guide him towards a better path.

He would channel his anger into productive avenues, ensuring the safety and happiness of Baby Hope and the rest of their loved ones.

And as they left the doctor's office, Klaus held y/n's hand tightly, grateful for their presence in his life.

Expecting Miracles

As the full moon bathed the streets of New Orleans in its ethereal glow, Klaus, paced anxiously in his opulent mansion. His mind was consumed with worry and anticipation as he awaited the return of his beloved, y/n, who was carrying their child.

Klaus had always been a complicated man, burdened by his past and the weight of his family's legacy. But the prospect of becoming a father awakened a softer side of him, a desire to protect and cherish his growing family.

Finally, the front door swung open, and there she was, a radiant glow enveloping her, accentuated by her blossoming belly. Klaus's eyes widened with awe and adoration as he rushed to her side, gently placing his hand on her abdomen to feel the life within.

"My love," Klaus murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and reverence. "You're carrying our child, a miracle born from our love."

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Yes, Klaus. Our love created something beautiful."

From that moment on, Klaus vowed to be the best partner and father he could be. He showered y/n with affection, ensuring her every need was met during her pregnancy. He learned about prenatal care, attended doctor's appointments, and even transformed a room in their mansion into a cozy nursery.

Klaus would often place his hand on y/n's belly, feeling the gentle kicks and movements of their unborn child. He would whisper words of love and encouragement, promising to protect and guide their little one through the challenges of life.

As the due date approached, Klaus's anxiety heightened. He wanted everything to be perfect for y/n and their child. On the day of the birth, Klaus stood by y/n's side, holding her hand and offering words of comfort.

With every push and every breath, y/n brought new life into the world. And when the cries of their newborn baby girl filled the room, Klaus felt tears welling in his eyes. He witnessed a miracle, a tangible symbol of the love he and the reader shared.

In that moment, Klaus knew he had been blessed with a new purpose. He would protect his family at all costs, ensure their happiness, and strive to be the father he had always longed to have.

As Klaus held their newborn Daughter Hope in his arms, he whispered a promise. "I will love and protect you always, my little one. You are the greatest gift life has given me."

And so, the Mikaelson family grew, with Klaus, y/n, and Hope at the center.

𝔎𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔨𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔰

𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩!

𝔄 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰

ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔈𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡

𝔄 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔲𝔫 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

𝙰 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔒𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔄 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢

𝔄𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔈𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔱

𝑲𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒄'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Masterlist Part 2

Love's Last Breath

Blood pooled beneath your lifeless body as Klaus held you in his arms, his heart breaking with each passing second. Your heart had been ruthlessly torn from your chest, a cruel act orchestrated by Klaus's own mother, Esther. The pain in Klaus's eyes was unbearable as he watched you slip away, your life force fading.

Tears streamed down Klaus's face, mingling with the blood on his hands. His cries echoed through the desolate room, a haunting melody of grief and despair. He pressed his trembling hand against the gaping hole in your chest, as if trying to will your heart back into place, but it was futile. The damage was irreversible.

"Y/N," Klaus choked out, his voice trembling with anguish. "Please, my love, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you."

You weakly reached up, your fingers brushing against his tear-streaked cheek. A faint smile graced your lips, despite the pain etched on your face. "Klaus," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I love you. Remember that."

Klaus's heart shattered into a million pieces at your words, his love for you pouring out in a torrent of sorrow. He held you tighter, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. His eyes, filled with a mix of agony and rage, turned towards his mother, Esther, who stood nearby, watching the scene with a cold detachment.

Through the haze of his tears, Klaus's gaze hardened into a glare. His voice, laced with fury, cut through the air. "Mother," he growled, his voice filled with a primal rage. "You will pay for this. I swear on everything I hold dear, I will make you suffer for eternity."

Esther's face remained stoic, unaffected by Klaus's threats. She had always seen you as a threat to her plans, a weakness in Klaus's heart. But in that moment, she had underestimated the depths of Klaus's love and the lengths he would go to avenge you.

Klaus's eyes flickered with a newfound determination as he turned his attention back to you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "I will find a way, my love. I will bring you back, no matter the cost. This is not the end for us."

As your life slipped away, Klaus held you tightly, his tears mingling with yours. He made a silent promise to himself, vowing to unleash his wrath upon those who had taken you from him. The darkness within him surged, fueled by the loss of the one he cherished above all else.

In that moment, Klaus became a force to be reckoned with, a man consumed by vengeance and love. He would stop at nothing to bring you back, to defy death itself, and ensure that his mother paid the ultimate price for her treachery.

But even as Klaus unleashed his fury, his heart remained with you, his beloved. He would not rest until he found a way to bring you back, to hold you in his arms once more. For love, even in the face of death, was a force that could defy all odds.

And so, with your life slipping away, Klaus embarked on a perilous journey, delving into ancient magic and making deals with dark forces. He would traverse the realms of the supernatural, facing unimaginable challenges and sacrificing pieces of himself, all in the name of love and his promise to you in your final moments.

As Klaus fought against the very fabric of existence, his love for you burned brighter. And in the depths of his soul, he knew that nothing, not even death itself, could extinguish the flame of his love for you. Days turned into weeks and months as Klaus delved into ancient texts and consulted with the most powerful witches. He scoured the world for a way to resurrect you, his determination unwavering. The pain of your absence fueled his every step.

But unfortunately, the witches failed to bring you back to life. Klaus sat in his art studio looking at your portrait that he painted. you were holding a rose while wearing a beautiful black gown with an elegant smile on your pink plump red lips.

Klaus sat holding your portrait, sobbing, and drinking wine. "y/n... I'm sorry love... I'm a terrible mate... please forgive me..." He said while looking at your portrait.

Enchanted Flames

In the heart of New Orleans, a powerful witch named Y/N found herself caught in a whirlwind of chaos. Her magic crackled in the air as she faced off against a group of vampires, her eyes blazing with determination. Unbeknownst to her, her display of power had caught the attention of none other than Klaus Mikaelson, the infamous hybrid.

Klaus watched from the shadows, his curiosity piqued by the fiery witch. He had always been drawn to power, and there was something about Y/N that intrigued him. He approached her, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "Impressive display, love. But you should be careful. The streets of New Orleans can be dangerous."

Y/N's eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, her voice laced with defiance. "I can handle myself just fine, thank you. I don't need your help."

Klaus smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I never said I was offering my help. Merely making an observation."

Despite their initial animosity, fate seemed determined to bring them together. They crossed paths time and time again, their encounters filled with tension and sparks of undeniable attraction. Y/N's fiery spirit matched Klaus's own, and they found themselves drawn to each other despite their better judgment.

As their connection deepened, a dangerous enemy emerged from the shadows, threatening to tear them apart. A coven of witches, envious of Y/N's power, sought to eliminate her and claim her magic for themselves. They launched a relentless attack, their spells lashing out with deadly precision.

Klaus, unwilling to let Y/N face this threat alone, stood by her side, his protectiveness surfacing. Together, they fought against the onslaught of dark magic, their powers intertwining in a dance of strength and determination. The battle raged on, each passing moment testing their resolve and their love.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N found herself cornered by the leader of the coven, a formidable witch named Isabella. Isabella's eyes gleamed with malice as she raised her hand, ready to strike a fatal blow. But before she could unleash her spell, Klaus appeared, his eyes burning with fury.

"No one touches her," Klaus growled, his voice filled with a deadly promise.

With a flick of his wrist, Klaus rips Isabella's heart out. Y/N stared at Klaus in awe, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and love. At that moment, she realized that Klaus would always be there to protect her.

The remaining members of the coven, realizing the futility of their efforts, retreated into the shadows, leaving Y/N and Klaus victorious but weary.

Y/N reached out, her hand trembling as she cupped Klaus's cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Klaus's eyes softened as he leaned into her touch, his voice filled with tenderness. "You don't have to thank me, love. Protecting you is what I was born to do."

In that moment, their love transcended the chaos and danger that surrounded them. They had faced death together, and in doing so, they had forged a bond that nothing could break. Their love burned brighter than any spell or curse, an eternal flame that would guide them through the darkest of times.

As the dust settled and the city of New Orleans began to heal, Y/N and Klaus found solace in each other's arms. They knew that their journey was far from over, that more challenges would come their way. But they faced the future with unwavering determination, knowing that their love was a force stronger than any magic or enemy they would encounter.

And so, in the heart of New Orleans, two souls entwined, their love a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness. Together, Y/N and Klaus would face every obstacle, united in their love and ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

Redemption's Embrace

In the heart of New Orleans, a vampire named Y/N found Herself burdened by a dark and tormented past. Haunted by the memories of her actions, she yearned for redemption, a chance to make amends for the lives she had taken. Little did she know that her journey would intersect with the enigmatic Klaus Mikaelson, a figure known for his tumultuous history.

Klaus, intrigued by Y/N's quest for redemption, saw a glimmer of possibility in their eyes. He knew the weight of past mistakes all too well and recognized the genuine desire for change within Y/N's soul. He approached her, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and compassion.

"Y/N," Klaus spoke, his voice carrying a hint of understanding. "I've seen the darkness that consumes your soul. But I've also discovered that redemption is not beyond reach. If you're willing, I can offer you a chance at redemption and a place within the Mikaelson family."

Y/N's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within her heart. She had longed for a chance at redemption, a way to find peace within herself. To be offered a place within the Mikaelson family, a family known for her own dark pasts, was an opportunity she never thought possible.

"I… I would be honored," Y/N whispered, their voice filled with gratitude and determination. "I want to change, to make things right. I want to find redemption."

And so, Y/N went on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, guided by Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The path was not an easy one, as she faced her darkest memories and confronted the consequences of her actions. But she was never alone. Klaus stood by her side, offering guidance and understanding every step of the way.

Together, they delved into the depths of Y/N's past, unearthing painful memories and confronting the ghosts that haunted her. Y/N's heartache and remorse poured out, their emotions raw and vulnerable. Klaus listened, his own past resonating with hers, and offered a steady hand to guide her through the darkness.

As time passed, Y/N's journey of redemption took an unexpected turn. The connection between her and Klaus deepened, evolving into a love that transcended her past mistakes. she shared experiences that forged a bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

But just as their love blossomed, an old enemy resurfaced, seeking revenge against Klaus and the Mikaelson family. The enemy, a vengeful vampire seeking to exploit Y/N's past, threatened to tear apart the fragile threads of redemption they had woven.

Y/N found herself caught in a web of deceit and manipulation, torn between her desire for redemption and the fear of losing the love she had found with Klaus. The enemy used her vulnerabilities against her, whispering reminders of her past mistakes, stoking the flames of doubt in her heart.

Klaus, sensing Y/N's inner turmoil, refused to let her falter. He stood as a pillar of strength, his love unwavering. He reminded Y/N of the progress she had made, and the steps she had taken towards redemption. Together, they faced their demons, confronting the enemy head-on with a resilience born from their shared love.

In the final confrontation, as the enemy's plans unraveled, Y/N stood tall, her determination shining through. She embraced the darkness within her, using it as a weapon against her adversary. With Klaus by her side, they emerged victorious, and the weight of her past finally lifted.

The journey towards redemption had not been easy, but Y/N had achieved it, finding solace in the love of Klaus and the Mikaelson family. Her past mistakes no longer defined them; instead, she served as a reminder of the strength they had found within herself.

As the dust settled and New Orleans regained its equilibrium, Y/N and Klaus stood together, her hearts entwined. She had faced her darkest fears and emerged stronger, their love serving as a beacon of hope and redemption.

In the embrace of Klaus, Y/N found the redemption she had sought, her past mistakes transformed into lessons that guided her path forward. They had discovered that love had the power to heal wounds and that forgiveness was not just a gift they received, but one she could offer to herself.

And so, Y/N and Klaus went on a new chapter, forever bound by their shared journey of redemption and the love that had blossomed amidst the darkness. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their love serving as a constant source of strength and their redemption a testament to the transformative power of love.

Eternal Bond

For centuries, Y/N had roamed the earth as an ancient vampire, her existence marked by an unquenchable thirst for blood and an insatiable desire for knowledge. She had witnessed empires rise and fall, and her heart had grown weary with time. But when she crossed paths with Klaus Mikaelson, a hybrid with a tormented soul, she discovered a connection unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Y/N had always been solitary, content in her solitude as she observed the world from the shadows. But there was something about Klaus that drew her in—a magnetic pull that defied reason. When their eyes met for the first time, a spark ignited, and Y/N felt a flicker of something she thought long extinguished within her.

Klaus, too, was captivated by Y/N's aura, a timeless elegance that spoke of ancient wisdom and untold stories. He saw the weight of the centuries in her eyes, and a curiosity burned within him to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath her immortal veneer.

As their paths continued to intertwine, Y/N and Klaus found themselves drawn to each other, their connection growing with each encounter. They shared conversations that spanned the depths of history, their words dancing in the air like echoes of forgotten times. Y/N's guarded heart began to thaw, and Klaus found solace in the presence of someone who truly understood the burden of immortality.

Their bond flourished amidst the chaos of their supernatural existence. They faced enemies together, their combined strength an unstoppable force. Y/N admired Klaus's resilience, his unwavering determination to protect those he loved, even in the face of insurmountable odds.

Klaus, in turn, marveled at Y/N's wisdom and grace, the way she navigated the world with a quiet strength that belied her true power. He found solace in her presence, a respite from the darkness that often consumed him.

But their love was not without its challenges. Y/N's immortality made her cautious, her heart guarded by centuries of pain and loss. She feared opening herself to vulnerability, knowing that loving Klaus meant embracing the possibility of losing him to the ever-encroaching tide of time.

Klaus, however, refused to let Y/N's fears dictate their fate. He saw in her a reflection of his own longing—for love, for redemption, for a companion to share eternity. He vowed to break down the walls around her heart, to prove that their love could transcend the constraints of time.

Together, they went on a journey of discovery, exploring the depths of their immortal souls. Y/N learned to trust, to let Klaus into the deepest recesses of her heart. And Klaus, in turn, discovered a love so profound that it transcended the boundaries of his own turbulent past.

But as their love blossomed, a darkness loomed on the horizon—a threat that sought to tear them apart. A powerful coven of witches, envious of Y/N's immortality, conspired to sever the bond between her and Klaus, unleashing a torrent of dark magic upon them.

Y/N and Klaus stood united against the onslaught, their love a shield against the forces that sought to tear them asunder. In the face of danger, they fought with a fervor fueled by the depths of their connection. Their powers intertwined, creating a symphony of ancient magic that lit up the night sky.

Yet, even in their triumph, the battle took its toll. Y/N found herself weakened, her immortality waning under the strain of the witches' curses. Klaus, desperate to save her, sought out a cure, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural realm.

In his quest, Klaus discovered an ancient ritual—a beacon of hope that promised to restore Y/N's immortality. With a heavy heart, he embarked on a perilous journey, risking everything to give Y/N the eternity they both desired.

Finally, Klaus returned, armed with the knowledge and power to save Y/N. He performed the ritual, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. As the magic surged through Y/N's veins, she felt the familiar surge of power returning, her immortality restored.

Y/N and Klaus stood before each other, their eyes filled with a love that defied the boundaries of time. The trials they had faced had only strengthened their bond, deepening their understanding of the true meaning of eternity.

In that moment, Y/N realized that love was the true essence of their immortality. It was the thread that wove their souls together, an eternal flame that burned brighter with each passing year. With Klaus by her side, Y/N knew that she had found her forever, a love that would endure through the ages.

And so, Y/N and Klaus continued their journey, their love a beacon in the darkness of their immortal existence. They faced the centuries together, hand in hand,their bond unbreakable and their hearts intertwined. They traversed the ever-changing landscape of the supernatural world, their love serving as a constant source of strength and solace.

Though the years rolled on, their connection remained unyielding. They witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the ebb and flow of empires, but through it all, their love endured. They became a legend, whispered in hushed tones among the supernatural beings who crossed their path—a testament to the power of a love that transcended time.

And as the world continued to spin, Y/N and Klaus found comfort in their eternal bond. They reveled in the beauty of the night sky, hand in hand, their hearts forever intertwined in a love that would endure for all of eternity. In each other's arms, they had found the true meaning of immortality—a love that defied the constraints of mortality and bound them together in an eternal embrace.

A Little Fun In The Night

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The fire was crackling and the flames were dancing as Klaus and Y/n laid in front of the fireplace, wrapped up in each other's embrace. The warmth of the fire mixed with their growing desire, making the room feel impossibly hot. Klaus' lips were trailing down Y/n's neck, making her shiver with pleasure.

Their clothes were already lying scattered on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Y/n's fingers were tangled in Klaus' wild locks as his skilled hands explored her body. The passion between them was undeniable, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Just as they were about to take their passion to a whole new level, a little voice interrupted.

'Mommy, Daddy?'

Startled, Klaus and Y/n quickly broke apart and looked towards the door. Standing there was their three-year-old daughter, Hope, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Klaus quickly grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over them, trying to cover their naked bodies. Y/n's face turned bright red as she tried to hide behind Klaus.

'Hope, darling, what are you doing up?' Klaus asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

'I heard noises and I got scared,' Hope said with a pout.

Klaus and Y/n exchanged a panicked look, not knowing how to explain the situation to their curious daughter. They had always been careful to keep their intimate moments away from Hope, but it seemed like they had been caught in the act this time.

'It's alright, love. Mommy and Daddy were just having a little...exercise,' Klaus said, trying to come up with an excuse.

'Why are you both naked?' Hope asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

'Uh... because it's hot by the fire,' Y/n quickly replied, knowing her explanation sounded ridiculous.

Hope's innocent mind seemed to accept their answers, and she walked towards them, peering under the blanket.

'Can I join in the exercise?' Hope asked, her big blue eyes looking up at her parents.

Klaus and Y/n both choked, exchanging another panicked look.

'Uh, no darling. This is just for grown-ups,' Klaus said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'But I'm almost a grown up too!' Hope protested, pouting.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the door open and Elijah, Klaus' brother, walked in.

'Hope, what are you doing up at this hour?' Elijah asked, stroking her hair gently.

'I heard noises, Uncle Elijah,' Hope answered with a yawn.

Elijah's eyes fell on Klaus and Y/n, who were still hidden under the blanket, their faces turning red with embarrassment. He quickly caught on to the situation and tried to hide a smile.

'Why don't you let Mommy and Daddy have some alone time, and we'll go make some hot chocolate?' Elijah suggested, trying to distract Hope.

Hope's eyes lit up at the mention of hot chocolate, and she quickly wrapped her arms around Elijah's neck, bidding goodnight to her parents.

'Goodnight, Hope,' Klaus and Y/n both said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

Once the door closed, Klaus let out a groan and buried his face in his hands.

'I can't believe we just got caught by our own daughter,' Y/n said, letting out a nervous laugh.

'Indeed, darling. I never thought I would be in such a situation. We must be more careful in the future,' Klaus said, trying to sound stern but failing as he was still struggling to hide his amusement.

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, and soon Klaus joined in. They couldn't believe what had just happened, but they also couldn't deny the fact that it was a hilarious situation.

Once the laughter died down, Klaus and Y/n settled back under the blanket, but this time with a little more caution. The moment was still too hot to ignore, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, and Klaus' hands roamed all over Y/n's body, igniting a fire within her. They were desperate to make up for the interrupted moment and lose themselves in each other's passion.

Klaus' hands trailed down Y/n's body, leaving a trail of fire as he stopped at her hips, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's hands roamed all over Klaus' body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingers.

They lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as if they were made for each other. The fire burned bright, the flames mirroring the passion between them.

As their bodies became one, they forgot all about the interruption and were lost in each other's love. They forgot about time, about the world outside, and only focused on each other.

The fire eventually died down, but their passion didn't. They continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every moan was like a symphony, a celebration of their love.

Hours went by, and they were still lost in each other, their love stronger than ever. Their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, their breaths heavy, but they didn't want to stop.

As the sun began to rise, Klaus and Y/n finally gave in to exhaustion and fell onto the floor, wrapped up in each other's arms. They lay there, watching the fire die down to embers, feeling content and complete.

'Mommy and Daddy?' a little voice called out again, interrupting the moment.

Klaus and Y/n both let out a tired laugh, knowing what was coming next.

'Don't worry, love. We're decent,' Klaus said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Hope walked into the room and smiled, seeing her parents cuddled up on the floor. She ran towards them and snuggled between them, not wanting to be left out.

'We'll have to remember to lock the door next time, love,' Y/n whispered to Klaus, both of them laughing.

As Hope drifted off to sleep, her parents stayed awake, watching her with love and warmth in their hearts.

'I love you, Y/n,' Klaus whispered, kissing her forehead.

'I love you too, Klaus,' Y/n replied, smiling at her partner.

Their love had survived through centuries of trials and tribulations, and it would continue to conquer all obstacles. As long as they had each other, nothing could stop them from being a family, no matter how unconventional it may seem to others.