“I really have to go now love.” He said as he pulled away, you grabbed on to his arm preventing any further movement. “Please, five more minutes.” You said pouting, you knew you didn’t even have to beg that hard, if he really wanted to go he could’ve easily slipped out unnoticed.
He let out a small sigh and laid back down on the bed. You smiled as you pulled the covers back up over the two of you and scooted closer to him. “You know if it’d been anyone else in this bed I would’ve left.” He said as you placed your head on his chest. “I know, but face it darling, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” You teased. Klaus grabbed hold of you hand. “Yes, and what a beautiful finger it is. Matches the rest of it’s owner.”
“Niklaus, you’ve already got me in your bed, you don’t have to flatter me anymore.” You said as you rolled your eyes. He smirked. “I know I don’t have to, but I like to remind you of how beautiful you are.” He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
prompt:Courtesy of this lovely lady, thanks for letting me write this one out. The uimagine, was being Klaus’ ripper without a conscience and when he leaves town he leaves you with the scooby doo gang, switched it up and edited the plot a bit, to have more chapters.
a/n; so many people write imagines like this, add me to the list haha
Word Count: 302
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson X Reader
“Love is weakness, brother.” I heard Klaus mumble to Elijah, my mouth fell agape, he can’t possibly mean that. “That’s nonsense, Niklaus.” Elijah sighed to him. I shook my head not wanting to listen anymore. I stood up furiously, stomping as I walked upstairs to our room. I heard Klaus coming out to see where I was, “Y/N?” He asked from the bottom of the stairs.
I glanced back at him, rolling my eyes I turned back towards the room. Attempting to swing the door shut but Klaus held it open, coming in and then shutting the door. “What’s the matter, love?” He asked concerned, “How could you say that?” I asked him, turning on my heels to look him in the face, “I was just asking what was wrong.” He responded, trying not to get annoyed.
“Not that!” I groaned pinching the bridge of my nose, “You told Elijah that love is weakness.” I reminded him, he chuckled, “This is what’s got you so riled up?” He asked laughing at me, “It’s not funny, Niklaus.” I deadpanned, his laughter died down as I called him by his full name.
“You know saying that basically means you’re saying that being with me makes you weak.” I sighed turning away from him, I felt his hands rest on my shoulders softly. “You don’t make me weak, sweetheart.” He sighed in return, his accent sounding stronger than usual. “Then why would you say that?” I asked him, not moving an inch as he moved closer to me.
“I don’t know.” He whispered to me, placing a kiss on the side of my head. “So I don’t make you weak?” I asked, facing him. He smiled as he noticed my mood going back to normal, “Not at all, love. You make me stronger.”
The originals 1.01 Always & Forever |The Vampire Diaries 4.20 The originals (Backdoor Pilot)
Family is power, Niklaus. Love, loyalty, that’s power. This is what we swore to one another a thousand years ago before life tore away what little humanity you had left. Before ego, before anger, before paranoia created in this person before me someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother. This is us. The Original Family. We remain together, always and forever.
(”I didn’t fall in love with you, you tripped me!”, “Shut up and kiss me.”)
Requested by Anon.
A/N: I know you requested #6 too, but I thought they worked better as different imagines, so you can read it here
You and your boyfriend Klaus just got home after your Valentine’s Day date, and you were pretty tired. You sat down next to Klaus in the couch and laid your head on his shoulder. He smiled and started playing with your hair. “Thank you for falling in love with me."
You smile and look up at him. "I didn’t fall in love you, you tripped me!” You reply. He rolls his eyes and smirks. “Shut up and kiss me Love.” He teased before crashing his lips into yours.
Then you laid your head back on his shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day Niklaus.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day Love.”
“Family is power, Niklaus. Love, loyalty; that’s power. This is what we swore to one another a thousand years ago, before life tore away what little humanity you had left, before ego, before anger, before paranoia created in this person before me someone I can barely even recognize as my own brother. This is us. The Original family, and we remain together, always and forever. I am asking you to stay here. I will help you and I will stand by you. I will be your brother. We will build a home here together.”
“You’re a…” he gulps, heavily. She snorted, eyes rolling as she crossed her arms over her chest. “A mermaid? Yeah. I thought that was much obvious by my tail. Now will you two soldiers please remove the swords? My kind don’t take too kindly to being threatened, even if it is by King Ansel’s son.” Her lips twist up into a smirk as the blue eye’d one gulps, her eyes following the movement of his throat and his eyes widen, almost comically and she lets out a giggly as his arms hang loosely by his sides. She raises an eyebrow, “Better.” and then to the other one, “You can go now.” Her eyes trail over his uniform and then she grins, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Prince, Niklaus.” And then she’s off, her tail waving in the wind, making sure to leave a big splash behind, smirking all the way. Serves them right for trying to kill her. She doesn’t much like being tucked up in nets. God damn mortals.
It’s Nik’s birthday! (okay it was yesterday but we spent the day celebrating so I didn’t get chance to post)
We started the morning by bringing him breakfast in bed and cuddles. My family have always had a birthday tradition where we all wore party hats to breakfast, I’m not sure where this came from but we did it on every single one of our birthdays. I even managed to buy a hat tiny enough for Isla to wear and she was completely unimpressed with it.. but still it looked super cute.
I could not resist taking this picture of Nik with Isla.. I swear the two of them have these secret conversations when I’m not there. I love the way her eyes always focus on him so intently, the way his voice drops to this soft, soothing, almost lyrical voice when he talks to her.
Happy birthday Niklaus, thank you for storming into my life and switching up all my plans. Showing me things I never thought I needed but now love so much. Thank you for being the best daddy Isla could ask for, we love you beyond any measure.
Niklaus enters Tinley’s room without knocking and slumps down on the couch immediately and buries his face in the soft cushions. “ I’m sleepy. Thanks for waking me up at 2am in the morning. ” He said with the utmost sarcasm.
Elijah watched two compelled movers place a rather large mirror against a wall. He wasn’t fond of the pictures his lovely little brother had shown him of the mirror and now seeing it in person he still wasn’t. After tipping the movers, he walked forward to it to remove the sheet and looked up at the massive work of art. Well, that’s what Niklaus had called it. “Mirror mirror on the wall…” he said softly, smirking at his own cleverness. What he didn’t expect, though, was a woman to appear out of nowhere.
“It was all for her.” Stefan spoke the words slowly and Elena nodded from where she sat across from him.
“He threw all those parties just hoping that one day she might wander in.” Elena looked out over the vast gardens of the Lockwood estate, shaking her head slowly. “Its incredibly romantic don’t you think?” When she turned back to Stefan she had a dreamy look in her eye as she lowered her chin to rest on her hand.
“Its incredible.” Stefan’s voice trailed off as he looked across the lake. The Mikaelson mansion sat just across the water, and if he looked just to the side of it he could barely make out his own little house.
He’s met Niklaus Mikaelson in the beginning of the summer and almost at once he was entranced with the way that he held himself. He was, most certainly, the richest man Stefan had ever met. And without a doubt the most mysterious. Klaus kept to himself, in fact his entire estate was usually as quiet as a graveyard, not a soul in sight. Except for every weekend when the night would be lit up by his parties. Parties that would last for three days straight. Parties that were grander than anything Hollywood could come up with. Parties that attracted everyone from mobsters and gangsters to Hollywood starlets and common streetfolk.