#mikae1son

“   i   don’t   care   for   approval,   and   i   don’t   mind   doing   without.   ”

@darlingrat asked: 4 and 22!

@withpcnache sent a raven: ❝ now that’s a crying shame. ❞ - Derek Hale to Klaus

    One  day  he  was  going  to  snap  the  pups  neck.  Niklaus  knew  it  as  if  the  power  of  premonition  had  been  briefly  graced  to  him  through  his  mother’s  love.  Fickle  though  it  may  be.  Gaze  flicking  towards  him,  Klaus  managed  to  keep  himself  from  making  the  future  the  present  because  at  the  end  of  the  day  Derek  was  useful. 

     And  he  wasn’t  entirely  sure  how  to  simply  lay  him  to  the  side  for  a  couple  decades  until  his  anger  cooled  without  it  being  truly  detrimental.  So  he  was  stuck  with  this  sass  on  top  of  this  irritating  set  back,  staring  down  into  the  empty  grave  that  had  meant  to  hold  a  talisman.  His  talisman,  actually,  he’d  put  in  the  work  and  murdered  half  a  coven  for  the  rights  of  it. 

     It  looked  like  he  was  going  to  have  to  do  it  again.  Gods  but  he  hated  a  repeat  performance,  it  was  boring. 

“If  you’ve  nothing  constructive  to  add,  Derek,  do  keep  your  mouth  shut  and  stand  there  looking  pretty.’  Bending  slightly  he  inhaled  hoping  to  catch  a  familiar  perfume  or  cologne.  “That  should  be  sufficiently  difficult  considering  your  proportions.’

     Nothing  he  recognized,  rocking  back  on  his  heels  as  he  tucked  his  hands  into  his  pocket  staring  at  the  younger  man  across  the  grave  from  him.  Marcel  hadn’t  known  about  this,  too  far  back,  and  his  siblings  had  little  to  no  interest  in  his  tawdry  tantrums  when  they  didn’t  directly  affect  them.  Maybe  Katherine,  the  little  she-devil.  If  it  wasn’t  for  the  fact  that  Derek  hadn’t  known  where  they  were  going  until  they  arrived  he  would  have  started  breaking  bones  until  confession. 

“Young  ones  like  you  are  always  hungry,  aren’t  they?  Let’s  go  to  the  Quarter.’

@summerxmelodies sent a raven: ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ (Niklaus Mikaelson)

"What  fun  would  that  be?' 

       A  bloody  finger  skimmed  her  lower  lip,  a  soft  ahh  sound  coming  from  the  hybrid's  throat  as  his  own  mouth  opened  wider  as  if  attempting  to  give  medicine  to  a  child.  The  wound  would  close  soon,  the  blood  trickling  along  the  curve  of  his  palm  coming  to  a  stop.  And  she  was  wasting  time  asking  why  he  was  curing  her.  Again.  What  was  this,  the  fourth  time?  Honestly  he'd  forgotten  the  question  he'd  been  asking  her,  the  information  he'd  been  seeking,  distracted  by  her  resilience. 

       He  did  so  enjoy  the  breaking  of  things,  and  when  they  didn't  fall  apart  immediately  that  was  to  be  appreciated.  In  full.  Until  the  inevitable  loss  of  the  plaything  that  so  entertained  him.  Now,  what  was  it  he  was  meant  to  be  asking  ab-  Ah,  yes.  Her  pack.  The  local  heathens  were  always  looking  for  new  blood,  hoping  to  find  the  right  bloodline  that  could  finally  dethrone  him.  Not  possible,  but  the  moxie  was  appreciated. 

“Besides  you  haven't  answered  my  question.'  Honestly  at  least,  she  was  hiding  something,  and  until  he'd  managed  to  wring  every  drop  of  truth  of  her,  she  was  going  to  be  his  guest.  In  the  cavern.  On  the  sarcophagus  he'd  repurposed.  ”Now,  let's  try  again,  shall  we?  Where  does  your  family  come  from?' 

@magikldreams asked: ' you're cold on the inside. ' (evie to klaus)

'I believe you'd find my insides run quite hot, actually.' The words are tossed carelessly, dripping with condescension as the body slid across the linoleum.

Tacky, honestly. It could at least be hardwood, or tile much as he hated the sound of the grout as he walked on it. Whoever had invented the stuff needed to be revived, chased out of town on a rail in the good ol' fashion sense of the word, and then drawn and quartered.

'Did you know them?' A vague flicker of curiosity, he could use that later if it were true, rub that pert little nose in it when she got to uppity for his tastes. 'Magnanimity of spirit costs, love. You might want to harden up a bit before your precious feelings get hurt.'

@withpcnache asked: ❝ keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it home. ❞ - Derek to Klaus

As if he wanted to explain why he'd brought home a supposed pure bred werewolf. The last time he'd toyed with one everybody had been on his case and it wasn't even like the boy had been well thought of. Gaze slowly trailing along leather, Klaus blinked slowly before moving back to his face.

'Why would we need to go home?'

Leaning in with a slow inhale, he skimmed his lips along Derek's jaw. As much as he wanted to claim the Alpha thing was nonsense, he didn't smell like the other werewolves he'd met, the scent made his jaw ache, and things lower that could be just as dangerous.

'I've never been good at sharing...'