Juicy questions Neela éditions

 Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her? He had the most kissable lips I've ever seen. But in truth, it was his sarcastic edge. 

Would you change anything about the way you met? No, it ended with me blushing and wanting to see him again.

Have you ever been in love? No. I thought I was in love with Elijah, but it was solitude that talked.

Why did things end with your last ex? I am cursed...

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. 

Is there anything about the future that scares you? I don't want to be alone again.

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  Niklaus Mikaelson

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I slaughtered witches and werewolves to save Klaus.

Do you want to have a family someday? Yes! 

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Can we be together? I want a life with you."

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I had a lover before my supreme cursed me.

How often do you like to be intimate? Oh... you're asking a touch-deprived witch. Every fucking day!

How important is sex to you in a relationship? More than sex, it's being touched. It's being seen. 

How do you like to be touched? Everywhere, anyway. I need to feel someone's warmth on my skin.

What's your favorite part about sex? connection. conversation. vulnerability.

The most challenging part about sex? I trail off when I speak... I can't use my words when it feels good.

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When we talk. I love to hear them talk to me.

Do you prefer morning or evening sex?  Evening! 

Lights on or off? I break the lights! 

What do you fantasize about when you masturbate? Klaus biting me while he's taking me from behind!

What's something you want to try with Him/her in bed? I think...I want to be edged.

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? By Hecate, I guess both? 

Have you ever tried BDSM? ....I tried, on Klaus 😛 

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? I don't know about that; I'm on the fence.

What's the last thing you came to? Klaus, spanking my ass when he's pounding into me.

What turns you on the most? Being bitten drives me feral. 

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? I guess...When I destroy the furniture. 

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  Using magic to bind Klaus and strip him of most of his senses.

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? In my shop.

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! 

What's the hottest nickname He/She can call you in bed? "My little Witch."

Klasma: A date?

The witch woke up in the new hotel room with the pleasant feeling of being fully rested. It had been a while -a month and then some- since she last had a decent sleep, so she eagerly welcomed the opportunity to sleep when it presented itself. Upon her awakening,  however, memories of the night before came back to her. She rescued Klaus and used powerful magic that almost drained her. They claimed each other. What it exactly meant was yet to be determined, but what was clear to the witch was that they became companions last night. Traveling companions… a covenant of two, maybe. What was sure was that he was hers and she was his. What was sure was that they would have a date tonight. 

*A date?*

It finally was happening after centuries spent without going on a date, and that made her heart flutter. She looked at her outfit and realized that she could not go to a restaurant dressed like that. Her heart bounced against her ribcage, and she sat on the bed. She could not seriously go on a date dressed so casually! She wanted to look her best, and that made her furrow her brows. How did one dress for a date? Where would Klaus take her? Panic started to set in her mind as she realized she could not summon an outfit because it would drain the last of her energy she wanted to save to cast a protective spell on Klaus later. Would he mind seeing her like this? Her eyes shifted from left to right, and she bit at her bottom lip as an anxious feeling crept into her heart. Why was she so stressed? 

Her hand slowly moved up to her chest, and she held a fistful of her shirt there, as if it was going to soothe her heart. As if it was going to help her see clearly the solution to her problem. The truth was that it did not. Calm down! Breathe! The witch wasn't sure about the reason for such an anxious feeling. Klaus was not her first date. He was not the first man set on trying to romance her. What did it mean, anyway? He had agreed to take her on a date after she asked him out the first night they had sex.  He had welcomed her bold move but still decided to be old-fashioned and take her on a date, only with the intention of being a gentleman. Sure, he had been kidnapped and spent a month painfully tortured among werewolves and rogue witches. Sure, they had claimed each other the night before... and this morning, but... 

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hid her face with both hands. Perhaps there would be more to this dinner than just the curiosity to see her in such a setting. Perhaps it would be more a promise to keep. Perhaps it would be a genuine attempt at connecting with her. She hoped for it to be true and smiled against her palms. Yes, things were different these days. She wanted Klaus to be her companion, and while everything had been said in the heat of sex, she believed that there was some truth in it. She could still recall jealousy flickering on his face when she mentioned Elijah thinking he owned her. It was short-lived, but she saw it. Klaus did not like the idea that she belonged to anyone but him. So maybe there was something to be had there... something to work on. A budding relationship that needed to be watered and nurtured. 

Rolling her eyes deep into her sockets, the witch cursed her damn romantic novels for even taking her mind there. In truth, she was afraid to look ridiculous next to him, rusty as it had been centuries since someone - anyone- wanted to take her on a date. She wanted him to be gobsmacked and think she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world, and perhaps that was the reason for her panic.  Why did he leave the room, though? Did he go and buy a costume for himself? Her mind wandered a little bit, and she imagined Klaus in his suit, looking desperately handsome and extending a hand for her to hold onto like a true gentleman. She deserved this. She deserved him. She deserved to be spoken to sweetly and taken to a lovely date, and this time, unlike before, the witch would be able to be fully herself with a man. And this, this was exciting. 

-TBC-

trivia Neela; drinks, weapon, and jewels

 • 𝔉𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: Sunflower

 • 𝔍𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲: Pearl necklace and earrings.

 • 𝔰𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭: Lavender  

 • 𝒞𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝔓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: Deep reds, charcoal, hints of gold, purple/pink mix

ㅤ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

    𝔉𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝔗𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :

ㅤ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

 • 𝔇𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 

- 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂:  Herbal teas, coffee

- 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹: Iced tea, boba tea, and wine.

 • 𝔰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧: Spring

 • 𝔐𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜: Alternative rock/ choirs / classical music 

 • 𝔇𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭: Red Velvet Cake 

 • 𝔉𝐨𝐨𝐝: Chicken Caesar Salad,  marinated lamb chops with potato purée.

 • 𝔅𝐨𝐨𝐤: Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice. 

ㅤ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

              𝔚𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

ㅤ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

She mostly uses magic to fight, so she doesn't own any weapons. 

KLASMA: She was crying

Returning to Mystic Falls was harder than she expected. She did not want to return to that cursed town and did not want to face Elijah, yet somehow, deep down, she was eager to see him again.  Did the witch hate Elijah? No, deep down, there was no hate in her heart. What existed, however, was anger and disappointment for the way he treated her. What existed, however, was the pain she felt for being seen as nothing more than a tool by the Original. What existed was the affection she developed for him over the years. An affection he nurtured by his presence in her life, little pockets of fresh air she could breathe while living a very difficult and isolating life among humans. Elijah had been a friend, whether he wanted to admit it or not, whether she wanted to recognize it or not. He had been a friend, and they had shared moments, albeit very fleeting and very surface-level, but still... moments that etched themselves in their memories. 

The witch did not hate Elijah, but she wanted to teach him a lesson. She wanted him to see what treating her the way he did truly entailed for him. Today, he had lost her to Klaus. The hybrid gained her trust; he gained her feelings ( although that was a part he was not aware of, nor was she), and He gained her powers. She no longer felt indebted to Elijah, as Klaus cleverly noted she had already repaid him plenty. She ensured the safety of his family and saved them from countless curses and ploys from her sisters.  Today, she devoted herself to Klaus and, by extension, to the family, as Klaus was family-oriented. She was no longer doing anyone's bidding but was choosing to help. That was a major difference with Elijah. Klaus never forced her to do anything. She chose it herself. She joined him of her own volition and was determined to protect him... For Love.  That was something she wanted to show Elijah. 

Still, she could not help but feel her stomach twist inside. Fear was strangling her, something she was not used to. What could she possibly be afraid of? Did she worry about Elijah convincing Klaus to ditch her? Perhaps the one she once thought a friend would not take a liking to her. Perhaps he would even advise his brother to leave her behind because she would only bring them trouble? The reality of her curse hit her once more, and she squeezed the hem of her shirt to try and soothe herself. Would Klaus listen to Elijah if that were the case? Would he leave her behind?? She chewed on her bottom lip and noticed the wetness on her hands.  Crying... She was crying. Her hand gently wiped the tears off her face, and she bit her forefinger. Crying... She was crying... And she could not seem to be able to stop. 

Klasma: confrontation with Marcel

 "I have to ask, Klaus. What is it that you see in her?"

"It is none of your business what I am doing with my witch, Marcel."

Marcel could not help but smile at Klaus's claims. He was aware of how sensitive the hybrid was when it came to his private matters. If he didn't care, he would have shrugged off Marcel's question and would have answered it with a sneer.  To dismiss this question so easily and with such an annoyed face betrayed how important the witch was for the hybrid. Marcel stroked his chin before he shrugged his shoulders, in an attempt to conceal his own emotions. Deep down, he could understand Klaus because he also had a witch he cared about -Davina- and he did his best to hide her from the rest of the world. He was well aware of how much danger she would be in, should her existence be known by both vampires and witches. She would be branded a traitor by her kind because she helped Marcel, and vampires would want to kill her on the spot because she was a witch. At first, Marcel was using the girl for his own selfish gains, but he genuinely grew to love her as his own daughter. 

" I see. Well, I will not dig deeper into your entanglement with your beloved witch."

"Watch. Your. Tongue!" - Klaus's voice became deeper, and he flashed his fangs at Marcel-

Klaus categorically refused to talk about Neela. He refused to dig deeper into his thoughts because that meant he would have to put a label on the relationship he had with her. He refused to start because deep down, if he did, the hybrid knew he would completely fall for her. He would be so deeply in love with the witch that she could manipulate him like putty in her hands. He would become reckless and restless as he would do his best to protect her. He refused it because if he welcomed it, he would expose himself to heartbreak. What if she pushed him away after making him believe that he could be loved as he was? What if she died because he could not protect her? Neela was powerful, and she did not need his help to protect herself, but Klaus could not shake off the desire to protect his mate...No! to protect the witch.  Klaus groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

He could not be vulnerable, no! He could not be yet, Klaus felt his heartbeat go faster upon thinking about her. He saw her face and the toothy grin she sported whenever he crossed her gaze. He saw her golden eyes glow with delight and warmth when she saw him. He wanted to see her, and he wanted to hug her, or smell her, or.. Wait? Was he smitten over? Yes! No! Was he...Marcel was observing the hybrid and his subtle reactions. He really was into that witch; regardless of what he was claiming, it was written all over his face. Could it be? Could Klaus really allow himself to feel again? He had not seen him like this in centuries, and that made him wonder who that witch was and what she did to make the fearsome hybrid fall for her.  He cleared his throat and spoke in a calm voice.

" I know that this is none of my business; however, I need to know if she will become a threat to our kind."

"You speak as if I would willingly bring someone who could destroy us. Marcel, I am disappointed in your lack of faith in me.  She is powerful, yes, but it is much better to keep her at a close range and make a friend out of her rather than a foe, don't you think?"

"This is wise, indeed." -he gritted his teeth- "I will keep an eye on her. It would be best if she did not become an enemy. It would be a pity to have to kill such a beautiful woman."

"Yes... A pity indeed. Are you done questioning me, Marcel?"

The vampire raised both arms up and took several steps back. His usual white grin graced his features, and he left the room. He already knew that he could not push the topic on Klaus and would not have the answers he wanted. However, by not saying anything, Klaus revealed that he cared for the witch far more than he should have.  He was willing to keep that information to himself and use it when an opportunity would arise. Klaus realized, maybe too late now, that he really gave away the one thing he was desperate to keep between the folds of his tortured mind. He actually cared for someone who wasn't a Mikaelson. 

-TBC-

Rp splove: Mine: Nëela edition

🔮 For Nëela, Klaus is like a fresh start after a series of unfortunate events. He is like a fresh breeze after a fire and brings new beginnings. Klaus feels like a comfortable living room by the fire, and a blood-curdling book you read while drinking wine.  He's cozy yet spicy. Klaus is the little element she needed to start a new life again. One where she can look at the future rather than look back at her past. She is optimistic and confident. Klaus feels like redemption, of some sort. And she will be damned if she let it slip away. 

For Nëela, Klaus is hers because he accepted her magic on him. He let her use it to bind him and find new ways to make him feel good. She’s comfortable in her magic and as her true self. It’s wonderful. He is hers in that only he can drink her blood. Only him can make her cum. Only he can make her lose control and trail off like that. There is freedom in their lovemaking as both of them can fully be themselves. She can be a witch and use magic on him. He can be a hybrid and use his fangs, claws, and whatever on her. He is hers because together they can be free, something they haven’t been in a while. Something they might never be, except when they are together.

KLASMA: eternity

One of the witch's pastimes was to sit at a café and watch humans go about their day. She enjoyed watching humans as they lived without a care in the world, unable to know when their time would come. It was something she envied them, the ability to enjoy even the smallest things, because they didn't know if it would be their last. She envied their ability to die of old age, which was something she was denied. Nëela was immortal, and no matter how she tried, Old age wouldn't be what claimed her life.  It would be murder. It would be a fight. It would have to be violent, which she wasn't looking forward to. It made her chuckle to herself, that little paradox her existence was. She both wished her life was shorter so she could enjoy it to the fullest, but wasn't ready to die either. Every time someone tried to take her life, she always fought them, and they ended up dead. So, that betrayed a deep desire to live. She always knew this. She wanted to live.

She sighed, leaned into her chair, and crossed her legs. Her golden eyes stared at the crowd that had gathered on the street to watch a street performance. She couldn't help but smile as she watched children running around, laughing, and clapping their tiny hands. It made her nostalgic. There had once been a time in her life, before the curse, before the deaths... where she wished she would become a mother. She had dreams of a faceless kid with curly hair just like his mother, running freely into the wheat fields.  This fantasy of hers vanished from the moment she was turned into a cursed witch. She couldn't... She couldn't fathom giving birth to a child who would not be an immortal. She couldn't fathom the idea of that child growing up, growing old, and dying of old age without the possibility for her to join him in death. She didn't even know if her curse would allow her soul to rest in the same place as her child. It made her blink, and before she knew it, Nëela was crying. 

"Why the long face, love?" -Klaus's voice tore her out of her daydream. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and plastered a sheepish smile on her face-

"Klaus! I didn't... expect to see you here... Today I meant. I didn't expect to see you today!"

"It's the effect I have on people. I hope I didn't spook you?" -He asked while taking a seat in front of her.

"I'll be alright. I was just enjoying my day. They look so innocent like that..." -She sighed and looked down at her teacup.

"They have no idea of how their lives would end. I have to say, sometimes I think that it must be nice to be oblivious about one's fate."  -He then stopped a waiter and ordered a coffee- "Is that why you're in such a sad mood, love?"

"Am I sad? Where?" 

She tried to force herself to keep a neutral face, but her eyes betrayed her sadness. His other senses picked up the change in her body as well. The witch was upset, he could tell, but she was taking it in stride.  There was a melancholy in her gaze that made his heart sink. He hated the sight. Nëela knew Klaus could read her like an open book and ended up pinching her lips together. She then put both hands on the table and tried to give him a crooked smile. No. It wouldn't do! She was not in a good mood, and she didn't have to pretend everything was alright. He watched her facial expression change and adjust to fit her mood. 

"Now we're talking. This is far more honest from you than whatever fake smile you tried to conjure up earlier on."

"I do not like to be seen like this. I did not want you to see me reflect on eternity and wish I had a human lifespan. It is not fair--"

"Nothing is fair!" Klaus interrupted her, slightly irritated by her choice of words. He understood why she was saying this, and it was a reflection they all had at one point in their lives. He was a little bit of a hypocrite because this very thought crossed his mind more than once, but coming from her, it felt as if she didn't want to spend eternity with him anymore. He jumped to conclusions, and she realized he was getting upset himself at a very fast pace.

"No! No, you took it the wrong way. I am not saying that I would give anything to become human again. This ship has sailed a long time ago. I am at peace with my immortality."

"If you were at peace, you wouldn't be thinking about how you wish you had a human lifespan." -He spat at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head- "What? Tell me I'm wrong, love!"

"You are wrong!  I was reflecting on my immortality, the good and the bad. You can't sit there and pretend that you didn't think of what your life could have been if you had a human lifespan. You can't sit there and pretend you didn't wish you could grow old with the people you fell in love with! You loved, Klaus. You wished. You dreamed! I am also allowed to share the same considerations, am I not?" She furrowed her brows and kept going, signifying that it was a rhetorical question- "Being immortal has its fair share of pain. You know that! For the longest time, I was resentful because I couldn't have children and watch them grow old and die before I do. I was resentful because anyone I would love would either die of old age or have their lives cut short.  I was resentful because I couldn't die unless it was a violent death. I couldn't die and join them in the afterlife because I am cursed. I couldn't die.... And I didn't want to die either! I fought tooth and nail for my survival, Love. I fought so hard to take yet another breath, and look at me! Look at us!" She put her hand above his. He was tempted to remove it, but he left it there-

"What about us? Do you regret being immortal so you could be with me?"

"No! Silly! No! I do not regret it! If anything, loving you makes it all worth it. Loving you gave my heart somewhere safe to be. It made me feel alive again! It gave meaning to my existence. I love you. I protect you. I will go above and beyond to help you. Loving you for eternity feels like a gift the universe gave me after centuries of suffering." -He relaxed and gently grabbed her hand.- "I might have my regrets, things I need to come to terms with because my nature as a cursed witch prevents me from doing certain things... but... I am happy, Klaus. It's messy and confusing, but I am certain that I am happy!"

She watched as he pulled her hand to his lips so he could press a kiss to her skin. His eyes scanned her face, searching for a tiny bit of hesitation, but there was none. She was sincere. As a matter of fact, she was always telling the truth, but Klaus couldn't help himself. Hard habits were hard to kill, weren't they?

"I might have overreacted, Love. I apologize for that." He admitted. It was rare enough for Klaus to apologize, so the witch didn't tease him. She simply smiled at him and gently stroked the back of his hand-

"It's okay. I am not upset.  I just mourn the life I'll never have and the one I lost. I am not going to dwell on it, don't worry. Now that you're here, I will focus on you instead. How did you find me?"

"You left quite a trail, love. I only had to follow it if I wanted to find you." -He grinned and pressed another kiss to the back of her hand.- "Besides, I wanted to see you."

Nëela grinned, her gaze averting from the children to Klaus's face. He looked sharp this afternoon. Instead of his cotton long-sleeved t-shirts and his jeans, he was wearing nice linen pants, a white polo, and a pair of linen shoes.  He lifted a brow and looked at her with his blue eyes look at her. She looked like a doll, with her thin-strapped white stars and blue dress. Her hair was tied in a loose high ponytail, and she had slipped her feet into a pair of black stilettos. When he woke up alone in their bedroom, he found her note stating that she had gone downtown for a walk.  He let her enjoy her morning and focused on his own, but he quickly felt the need to find her. Klaus didn't want to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. 

He enjoyed her laughter and their little banters, and he wanted to enjoy the sunny day with her. He searched for her and, upon seeing her, couldn't help but smirk to himself. He was happy to see her smile, happy to hear her voice... They were dealing with a lot right now, a rogue witch who threatened his witch and his family. They were dealing with troubles, so this little walk outside was a way for the two of them to get a break from their trouble. He almost ruined it with his short fuse, but she managed to turn it upside down.  His free admission of wanting to see her brightened her face, and she couldn't help but twirl a rebellious pink lock that fell on her nose. 

"Well... The day is still young, and I think we can have a good time today. I'll let you pick where you want to go and we'll do it."

-TBC-

 

Klasma: Let your pain out.

Klasma: Let your pain out. 

"I see you fancied a bath. I thought you wanted a quick shower, love."

"I decided against it because I need more time to think something over." She sighed and ran her hand through her wet locks. Her golden eyes stared at the hybrid that was standing at the bathroom door.  "Care to join me?" -She added with a wiggle of her brows-

"I would, but I have already showered this morning," he teased her. She pouted a little and shrugged her shoulders. "But I can keep you company if you want me to."

"I would love that. Maybe you could help me sort some things out." -He lifted a brow and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink and crossed his arms above his chest-

He noticed her sudden change of behaviour. Nëela had been more distracted than usual. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she was caught up in her feelings and was more guarded than usual. He was glad that she didn't resist him and admitted the truth about how she felt. This way, they could have the conversation that should have happened earlier. Klaus braced himself for what she was going to say.  He set his blue eyes on her frame, watched as she moved around her bath to be able to lean her arms on the bathtub and rest her chin on top of the back of her hands.

"I don't know why it came to my mind, but I thought about the times I have been discovered as a witch."

"How did you react when that happened?" -She shrugged and pinched her lips together-

"Usually... I would have to fight them and I would have to kill them."

"Usually? When was that not the case?"

Klaus could understand why she would have to kill those who discovered her true identity. Humans didn't take too kindly to the truth about supernatural creatures. Their reaction would always be to try to destroy what they feared. He experienced it himself, the sight of pure horror from humans who learned he was a hybrid. Their superstitious fears and misunderstanding of the supernatural world always led to death and destruction. However, what surprised him was that there were instances of her sparing the lives of those who knew her true nature.  He cocked his head to the side so he could have a good look at her.

"Once, I was discovered by a 5-year-old boy. I'm not a child-killer, so I cast a spell on him to make him forget what he had just seen. "

Understandable. While Klaus didn't distinguish between friends, foes, and innocent people when he was going on a rampage, he still wouldn't attack children when he was fully conscious of what he was doing. He assumed that his witch would feel the same, perhaps even better than he, since he couldn't fathom the idea that she might have gone on rampages herself. That was part of her that Nëela kept buried deep inside her. She refused to remember what happened when she went on a rampage. She refused to even acknowledge that she went on rampages. It was bound to happen after spending centuries on her own; the witch ought to lose her mind at least once. It lasted a while, enough for her to leave a trail of bodies behind her. Enough for her to become a boogyman, enough for her... to scar the country. She knew, deep down, that during that time, innocent people, including children, fell prey to her attacks. 

"Understandable. Merciful even." -he paused for a second- "And what was the other time you didn't kill the witness?"

"A 1500-year-old werewolf. He only goes by Julius, so I can only refer to him as Julius." She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Klaus' face- "We were in the sixties, and I needed a place to stay. I needed stability, but I was very wary of the people who wanted to get close to me.  I had a shop at the time, a bakery, because I didn't want to raise suspicion about being a witch. He walked into my shop and he told me point-blank that he knew I was a witch. He could smell it on me. That was how I knew he was also a supernatural creature. He... convinced me to join his pack, not as a werewolf, but as myself. He sold me a dream. A dream of a community, of a place I could call home, and he didn't seem to be affected by my curse.  I believed him. I believed his lies, and ultimately, I realized that it was all a lie."

"Did you and that Julius...."

"Have a relationship? No. It was never about it, at least not for me. I wanted a family, and I thought I had found one with him and his pack. I was mesmerized by that older being who experienced life as I had never known it. They all seemed to welcome me, and I really wanted to believe it. It worked for years until one day, I walked into a conversation I shouldn't have heard. He was talking to his right-hand man about me, and I heard the bitter truth. He didn't care about me. He cared about my power. He wanted to use me. He wanted me to fight his wars for him. He saw me as a weapon and not a person, and I think the worst of it all was that I heard how much I disgusted him. He despised me. I was wretched, a witch, and everyone followed his orders. They all wanted me dead, but I was so useful to them that they agreed to pretend they cared for me."

Klaus could smell it, the distinctive saline scent of unshed tears. It hit his nostrils like a truck, and he realized that the witch was about to cry. It hurt her something fierce, and her voice betrayed her emotions. he could see that she genuinely believed that Julius guy was a friend and that she had found her family, but it was all an act to lure her into doing their bidding. She was nothing but a pawn, much like Elijah thought of her.  He moved from the sink and knelt before the bathtub, so they could see eye to eye. The witch's lips trembled, and she ended up crying. He hated the sight of her tears. He hated the wet sound that came out of her lips. He hated to see her pain. So the hybrid cupped her cheeks with both hands and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She was still crying and bit back her sobs, but he softly shushed her. 

"Come on. Let it go."

"I don't want to.... I don't wa---" -She sobbed and he stroked her cheek more tenderly - "Klaus....."- She begged, scared of being unable to stop herself if she gave in to her tears.-

He had rarely seen her cry, but he knew that she needed to let go. He usually wouldn't have cared for tears, and in the past, he didn't care about hers. These days things were different. Klaus cared for the witch, and he wanted to help her. He knew that because of her curse, if she let herself completely feel it, she would be in excruciating pain. He understood her reluctance to dive into those emotions and feel the full extent of them, but it was necessary. She had to cry.  He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then wrapped his powerful arms around her shoulders.  He would keep her in that tight embrace for as long as she wanted, regardless of how wet he ended up being. Regardless of what he would witness. She would suffer, but he would be there the whole time. That hug managed to help the witch feel safe because Klaus created a safe place for her -in the warmth of his arms and embrace-. With trembling lips, she whispered, "Please don't let go of me..." -To which he replied - "I don't intend to." Reassured about his presence in this room, Nëela finally allowed herself to give in to her pain. 

The sight was unsettling, to say the least. She cried an ugly cry with snot and all, held onto his shirt as hard as she could, and painfully said his name as pain was overwhelming her. He could feel the spasm of her body as it was shaking uncontrollably. He could feel the muscles tense, her fingers clench and unclench, and her heart race against her ribcage. He could feel the distress her body was in, far worse than what he had witnessed before. She wailed and groaned. She apologized to him for what he was witnessing. For her snot, for her blood, that came out of her nose, for her tears, and the spasms she couldn't control. It was so much... too much for her to handle, and while he tried to comfort her the best he could, he realized now the scope of her curse. He realized the pain she tried to drown with acts of service, alcohol, or even sex. He realized that she was trying to save face most of the time and that she was desperate for contact, for something good to balance out the bad. He held onto her, never thinking twice about releasing his hold on her shaking frame, not even after she passed out because of the pain. He simply cradled her head and planted kisses on her forehead until her shaking subsided and ended. Then, he moved her out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her frame before he grabbed another towel to dry most of her body. He took her to bed and sat on it, placed her body against his frame, and held onto her until she woke up. He didn't want to let go, and he wouldn't let go, not now, not ever. 

-TBC-

OC questionnaire IV: Neela edition

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often? That she can live on her own.

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’? She is friendly, but she won't call you her "friend" so easily.

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? Nëela never hides the way she feels. There is no point in doing that. 

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about making it happen? No.

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? She only uses it when she genuinely loves you. 

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive? Tough love. Tough love. She needs to be loved, but she also needs someone who can keep her head fresh. 

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? That she can actually brew her own beer.

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! When she is visited by her familiar and it gossips on the astral plane.

When do they fake a smile? How often? When she is hurt but doesn't want to give the satisfaction to those who hurt her. 

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? She notices her eyes first.  Others would notice her ass. 

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)? Klaus Mikaelson.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding? She would confront them, sometimes even violently. 

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? She's a listener. Her need for contact turned her into one. She would rather listen to someone talk to her than hear silence.

What’s a phrase they say a lot? "By Hecate!"

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting? Neela is impulsive and has anger issues. 

Who would / do they believe without question? Klaus Mikaelson.

What’s their instinct in a fight/flight/freeze/fawn situation? She fights. She's been fighting for centuries now.

OC questionnaire II: Neela edition

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute? She trails off when distracted.

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of? The sound of potion brewing or stew. She loves cooking, so anything related to it makes her feel good.

Is your character more prone to fight or flight? She's more prone to fight. 

What words could tear your character down? "I don't love you." "You're a disgrace!" "You deserve to be alone."

How well does your character act under pressure? Nëela doesn't handle pressure well. It frustrates her.

Is your character good at practicing self-care? No. 

What scents does your character find comforting? Herbs, onguents and potions, the sea.

Does your character have any allergies? Yes, seashell.

Is your character a light, medium, or heavy sleeper? Heavy sleeper.

Does your character have strong willpower? Yes. She doesn't budge once she's decided.

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it? She would seek it. She needs it.

How does your character relax? She would drink, garden, or meditate.

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear? "I choose you. I will always choose you."

Would your character feel confident in a fight? Yes! and she is right to be. She's powerful. 

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon, or night? She's a morning girlie.

How often does your character have nightmares? Sometimes. 

Are there scents your character dislikes? Yes, menthol and safran. She can live with it but she hates it. 

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome? She wants to overcome her curse.

Does your character have a high pain tolerance? Yes! Her curse makes her feel excruciating pain, so she can handle any type of wounds or injuries. 

Trivia about our characters: Klaus

 // It's for safekeeping. We never know what could disappear.  -it comes right from N's mouth-

Klaus - Wants to take Asma on that date. He wants to take her to dinner, and get to know her properly, like he promised he would. He relishes the opportunity to dress up, take her out, turn the charm up to 11, and see where the night goes.

Klaus.... Klaus can't help but wonder now, what other little magical tricks that witch of his might have up her sleeve. Since she used her magic on him in bed, it was unexpected but... he liked it. He might like for it to happen again, you know. And he's too... closed off and stubborn to admit to this too quickly, but... he thinks about it. Wonders what else she might be able to do.

He does. Willingly being powerless like that... isn't easy for him. But... she made it feel good.

N. splove on Nëela

// I am doing this for safekeeping. We never know when things could disappear. I want to be able to come back to his words.  For this one, it happened at the very beginning of this storyline. 

(Witch) Nëela

Now, this one might not be as long. We haven’t written as much here, and a lot of their story is still in that “you and I musing about the possibilities” phase. But I love that phase! Every time you and I start something new, and start talking and plotting and planning, I just remember all over again why I love having you as a writing partner. 

Klaus was my “one off, I’m not really going to write with him” character, and then you got involved and look what happened! His voice hit me like a MAC truck, and so many possible future stories started to evolve. 

You came along with such an interesting character, a cursed witch, and she just pushed Klaus right out of whatever dark corner of my mind he was hiding in and brought him fully to life. I love that she did that. I love that you can do that. 

All I really have to say here is that I am really looking forward to seeing where these two take us. I already love your witch, and as you write her more and we start to really get into it, I know that it only going to become more and more true.

Klasma: Clarity

I stopped reading my book for a while so I could lift my gaze up to your face. You are talking to Elijah over the phone about stuff I don't listen to. How could I listen to what you have to say when all I want to do is to look at you and lose myself there? A smile creeps on my lips and I lean my cheek against the palm of my hand as I stare at you, Klaus.

I love the strong and determined tone in your voice, I love how deep it sometimes goes when you're being serious. I love how stern you look when you're talking business. That's the face of a man who takes protecting his family very seriously. I have always loved it about you. Whatever is happening to your siblings, you're always taking it seriously. You're talking, slightly upset at what Elijah is saying to you and I see the shift in your gaze, the annoyance, and the stress.

You glance at me and notice I am staring at you and while that gaze softens when our eyes meet, you are still tensed and serious. I don't say a word and I return to my book for a brief moment, thinking to myself that I love you. Taken again by the story I am reading, your conversation becomes a white noise at the back of my head. I don't know for how long you're talking, I don't think it's even just Elijah you're talking to. I think there are your other siblings but I don't really care. It is your conversation. 

I lift my eyes up and look at you again this time your arms are wrapped around her chest, tightly secured in a defensive gesture since you don't agree with what they're saying to you, something about a different plan. I look at your beard, thinking that you don't wear a beard that often and it suits you extremely well. I like how it feels when you kiss me, I love stroking it with my fingers when we sleep next to each other. I love it, even more, when it tickles on my naughty bits as we're making love. I think you're gorgeous! 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty so much that I still can't hear your words. All I focus on is your intense blue eyes I love to look into, your dirty blonde hair I want to mess with, and your lips I want to kiss. I know you're busy talking to them right now, but I want to wrap my arms around your chest and kiss your neck. I want to run them over your strong chest and feel your skin tense, warm up to my touch, and cover itself with short-lived goosebumps. I want to leave a trail of kisses over your neck and shoulders. 

I want to kiss your back while my hands slip underneath the waistband of your flannel pants. How can I want and desire a man as much as I do you, my hybrid? How is it that all I ever want is to be close to you? I could spend eternity locked in an embrace with you and I know it sounds cheesy but it's the truth, Klaus. I need your warmth, your comforting hugs, your loving kisses, and your soft and protective gaze upon me. I need you. I want you. I can't help but desire you.

You notice me and you look at me and smile. I hear my name and you move your hand inviting me to come over. A grin graces my features and I end up jumping off of the couch to run into your arms. A soft giggle escapes from my lips and I kiss you before I lean my head against your torso and wave at your family... Our family. They are happy to see me, to see us together and casually I enter the conversation. I look at you and I grin widely. I belong to you Klaus, I can feel it every day in our daily life. I can feel it when you hug me, I can feel it when you kiss me, I can feel it when we talk to our friends. I can even feel it when I'm away. I can't fully understand how it is possible, but I don't want to know because I don't need to. I am in love with you and that's all I know.

Klasma: All eyes on him

 New Orleans, Ballroom: 

Klaus and his witch enjoyed masquerade balls. It allowed them to dress up and look their best for the night. It also was an opportunity for them to dance that night without being worried about their enemies. That evening was hotter than usual and the room was crowded, more than anticipated as the evening was quite a successful one. The cursed witch came, dressed in a silver gown that looked like a flower. her hair was masterfully tied in a tight bun and she had silver heels at her feet. She looked exquisite that night and so did Klaus Mikaelson. He made sure to dress his best that night, wearing a three-piece tuxedo with white gloves and leather shoes. He had slicked his hair back, giving him a timeless look that matched the timeless beauty of his partner. 

For a brief moment, they were separated so Klaus could fetch a drink to his date. A couple came to her, complimenting her looks and beauty and that of her partner of the night. She politely entertained the conversation but her eyes were distracted and she glanced at Klaus. She saw how people were looking at him, with envy and desire, and that made her smile to herself. The Mikaelson was indeed a handsome man, perfect in every way, and the object of affection (and hatred) of so many people she lost count. Just when Klaus had grabbed two glasses of champagne, he lifted his head and met with her gaze. Time froze at this moment and everyone around them disappeared from her sight. There only was Klaus, with his little smirk and his intense blue eyes. He could feel her heartbeats go faster and her cheeks burn because blood was rushing there. She was blushing, at a loss of words upon seeing Klaus. 

She mind-absently replied to the couple who tried to have a conversation with her, as her golden gaze set upon the hybrid. He lifted one glass as if he was toasting with her from a distance and she nodded slowly. He noticed the change in her breathing, the fact she had to breathe harder and faster only told him that she was slowly getting worked up by the sight of him. It was carnal desire, a need that was growing so intensely that she wanted to push the people she was talking to to get closer to him.  It also was a desire to get closer to him, to have him stroke her cheek, nuzzle her neck with his nose, or just hold her tight. She wanted to make him smile, to gently wrap her arms around his frame, and to make out with him. She wanted to hold his hand and fall asleep on his chest.  

Her eyes grew wide when he sensually cleaned some of the champagne that had spilled. It was a simple gesture but it was enough to make her weak in the knees.  He always made her weak in the knees and the witch found herself just unable to look elsewhere. She decided to ditch the couple who were talking to her to join the hybrid. She couldn't handle being far away from him, especially not when he was looking so good. Klaus was magnetic and that night, he was even more than usual. All eyes were on him and he knew it. All eyes were on him and he loved it. 

-TBC-

Klasma: what else?

 The witch curled her fingers into a ball. She knew that a couple of witches had been tailing her but they were young, way too young to actually try and attack them. It was a game for these young girls, a way for them to challenge each other into doing something wild. They noticed the witch and picked up her powerful aura but couldn't figure out which type of supernatural creature she was. Some thought she was a vampire while others speculated about being a werewolf, but witch had not crossed their thoughts.  She let them come closer to her and before they knew what was happening to them, she ussed her magic to confused their minds. It wasn't right for children to be so close to danger like that and she didn't want to be responsible for their deaths. 

She didn't want to be the one to kill them. It always worked like that, rogue witches found her and without missing a beat, she always ended up alone, alive and standing before their dead bodies. She refused to let these young girls lose their lives because they met with the Cursed One. She didn't want to take their lives because she knew she would end up regretting it, just like she regretted the lives she took during her "void era".  It just couldn't keep happening! As the teenagers, still confused, asked for directions and she gently pointed  the other way, the witch felt a pang in her heart. She was old enough to become a mentor and unfortunately her knowledge was not to be shared with anyone given her nature. It saddened the witch who simply turned around to wipe some fresh tears that had pooled in her eyes. It was a painful reminder of what she had lost, a coven.... sisterhood... All that was left for her was Klaus and even him could prove to be difficult to keep around. 

Klasma: There was nothing left

The witch was standing still,  eyes wide open and heart beating fast against her ribcage. There was a mess on the floor, books and pieces of furniture torn apart, a fire started on the carpet but was quickly snuffed by the witch. Glass from a mirror was shattered and paintings were lying on the floor. She was bleeding from the cuts on her hands and her face because of the glass. It didn't matter to her. She could barely hear her own heartbeats and she could barely see anything because of her blurred vision. They argued they fought... and all that was left was a messed-up room and a witch standing in the middle of it, stunned... shocked....scared. 

She wasn't sure about something Klaus said, but maybe he mentioned leaving her. He mentioned that her companionship was dreadful and he couldn't have it anymore. Was he sincere? Was he just fucking with her? She didn't know, she wasn't sure anymore. All she could say was that they argued, they were mean to each other, he lashed out and she did too. Her anger took the best of her and now he was gone and Nëela wasn't sure about where he went. He made it clear that he didn't want to see her and she couldn't feel him in the house anymore. It was the first time he actually chose to leave her after an argument and the witch didn't know what to do. All she could think about was how painful that was, to be left, to be reviled...Her feelings for Klaus were true and intense at that point. She accepted the fact she was in love with him and she didn't want to be alone ever again. 

Yet she was. 

He left. 

Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that it was starting to hurt. She could feel her heartbreak by the second as she realized that Klaus had rejected her. It was her fault, no matter what he said that set her off, it was her fault. She couldn't take that thought off of her mind as she looked around her and saw the destruction she caused. The house was her and she was the house, broken, alone, helpless. It would have been difficult for the witch, to actually form a coherent thought. Her soul was scattered in each fragment of furniture and glass and paper on the floor. She screamed, her first actual reaction before Nëela just fell to the floor. She gathered some strength to sit on her heels but as soon as she did, the witch wailed her heart out.  Her curse was definitely unbreakable. Klaus seemed to be out of the curse's reach but it just took longer to get there. She heard the voices of the dead witches in her head, mocking her, tearing her confidence apart as they pointed out how even the worst of them all "Niklaus Mikaelson" couldn't even stand her.  That made her scream again and cry until they dried. There was nothing left... nothing... No one.

-TBC-

Klasma: his words cut deep

His words cut deep, deeper than a knife as it cut through her soul. She was used to it, hell, after 825 years she should be. She was used to having venom thrown at her face, to watch hatred in other people's faces. She was used to being pushed away and rejected just for existing. Sometimes, Neela liked to think that it was due to her curse. After all, her coven made sure that no one, nothing on Earth would embrace her. 

Still… another part of her believed that it was because of  /her/. They rejected /her/ because of who she was, what she did… her personality. So when Klaus spoke his venom, part of Nëela took it personally because she believed it.  She believed him.

klasma: Only a mind

Only a mind that has been through the same path as Klaus can understand how much it takes from him to be both immortal and a hybrid.  Nëela might not have been a hybrid, it took her the curse cast upon her to understand how immortality worked on someone's mind. It fractured hers. After a couple of centuries, she lost her sense of self, lost her principles, and indulged far more easily her darkest urges. the last century was spent trying to reconnect to the human part of herself. It was spent trying to piece herself back together. 

Only a mind that has been through the same path as Klaus can understand why he did what he did. She understood him and she understood that he would try and push her away. He would try and make her angry. He would try to make her leave him. He would try to make her hate him because how could she not? How could she not after all the blood he had on his hands? How could she not want to part ways with him after his sharp tongue lashed out at her and threw venom her way? He couldn't believe she would not leave and break his heart. Yet, she was adamant to show him how wrong he was.  

Klasma Headcanon: Nëela's desire for a family // klaus' peaceful face.

 Klaus' peaceful face when he's asleep is something the witch would never grow tired of. She loves that he can be at peace with her. She loves that he can feel safe enough to drift into a peaceful slumber. It doesn't always happen but when it does, she counts her blessings.

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It is unheard of a hybrid to have natural offsprings. 

It is unheard of a cursed witch to find a creature willing to mate with her and give her a child. 

It is not something Nëela is thinking of, not that she doesn't want to become a mother someday, but because her life has been so difficult and so lonely for centuries that she is convinced she would never be able to become a mother.

So it became a dream she buried deep inside her. A thought she wouldn't dare say out loud in fear of worse things to come.

40 facts about Nëela Olusegun

40 FACTS ABOUT  NEELA OLESUGUN

A/N: All usual disclaimers!!!!!!! it's just for fun! Nëela belongs to me, always

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1. She has long forgotten her true name. She wouldn't even answer it if she was called that.

2. She is a powerful witch, far more powerful than she's given credit for. 

3. Nëela is connected to the goddess Hecate. Her magic is the most powerful when she's fully worshipping the goddess.

4. She also gets her powers from the thirty lives of the witches merged with hers.

5. Nëela is very blunt. She doesn't lie because holding onto her emotions would hurt her more than expressing them. So she doesn't hide lies and doesn't hold back.

6. Her scent is a pleasant reminder of dawn.

7. She's very aloof because the very nature of her curse makes it impossible for her to bond with others. Every time she tried, they always betrayed her, died because of her, turned on her, or feared her.

8. She considers herself a healer but she also has a darker side. when she's upset, angry, or vengeful, Nëela relishes the pain she inflicts on others.

9. Nëela lost her family to Klaus' murderous rampage. For a long time, she wanted revenge on him but her curse made her understand what he was going through.  She then decided to help him instead.

10. Elijah rescued her from a rape attempt. That is the origin of her bond with him.

11. Elijah is very upset that Klaus discovered his secret. He used to consider Nëela as a useful tool and an asset to keep close and monitor from a distance. Unfortunately, Klaus exposed him and severed Elijah's relationship with Nëela.

12. She is in love with Klaus Mikaelson.

13. Despite her disappointment and heartbreak over Elijah's true feelings about her (He never saw her as a friend and didn't even mention her existence to his siblings.), Nëela deeply cares about him and about his family. 

14. She dreams of living a quiet life, in a mansion where she would be Klaus' muse, eat cheese and drink wine. 

15. She has been extremely lonely and it has impacted her more than she lets on.

16.  Nëela still has a little savior complex. She needs to white-knight anyone she meets who needs help.

17. When she's in a vengeful mode she looks terrifying. Her eyes are glowing so brightly that they look like two golden pools of light. She sports a slasher smile and her voice is deeper.

18. Nëela is touch-deprived and is very much sensitive when it comes to touch.

19. She rarely apologizes, because she has a big ego. However, when she does it is serious business.

20. She's tried to stay away from others to protect them and to save her peace of mind but no matter what, Nëela needs company so she tried to befriend people. It always ended badly except with the Mikaelsons.

21. Her real hair color is black but she always dyes her hair pink to blend in. Turns out as time goes by, it would become her most defining feature.

22. Nëela has a familiar which is a cat. He doesn't appear much because he works better in the astral plane. 

23. She doesn't want to turn into a vampire. She wants to remain a human witch.

24. Upon being introduced to the Mikaelsons, she would get closer to Rebekah and Freya. Elijah would work hard on rekindling his relationship with her and Kol still keep his distance from her.

25. Nëela is fully aware of her sex appeal and would never hesitate to take advantage of it. 

26. She thinks women are beautiful, and attractive and probably had tried more than once to woo one.

27. Nëela is always seen brewing potions, learning spells, and training. She keeps herself sharp and ready.

28. She loves chocolate, it's literally what could buy you peace with her.

29. She is 825 years old and has been living a very long life

30. Nëela has a vintage beauty about her. She looks like one of those fine paintings women people revered in the past.

31. She can be very clingy when she cares about someone.

32. She used to be very cheerful and curious about the world. Since then, it has taken some work to bring that side of her out.

33. Nëela tends to lose control of her powers when she's feeling extremely good (during sex) and when she's angry. Usually, it's her telekinesis that takes over and she breaks furniture, breaks glass, and breaks anything that is in her way.

34. Nëela is terrified of being abandoned by Klaus. She finally has some company and she doesn't want to lose it. Besides, she is in love with him, so obviously, she doesn't want to lose him.

35. She is hunted down by a coven of rogue witches who seek her destruction and have been for centuries.

36. She tends to lose her trail of thoughts when she's distracted. Usually by something pleasant. She would not finish her sentence when she was feeling really good.

37. Nëela is badass. She went face to face against witches and werewolves/ hybrids who had kidnapped Klaus. She fought them, got injured, and kept going. She will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants. What's a little blood, after all? 

38. She dresses in jeans and t-shirts but she cleans up nicely when it's time to go on a date. Klaus has yet to see her dress to the nines.

39. It takes a long time for her to truly know how she feels. She is in love with Klaus but doesn't recognize it just yet. It will take her some time before she does but once she does she will not give up on those feelings.

40. She is rather blunt with what she thinks of others and doesn't hesitate to tell them exactly how it is.