klaus mikaelson x mini crescent!werewolf reader, the mikaelson’s x mini crescent!werewolf reader
summary: the aftermath of the fight leaves everyone, specifically a fascination filled klaus, dazed. reader is brought back to the bayou but when conflict erupts, they reunite. klaus realizes having her in human form as a partner-in-crime might be the best thing to ever happen to him (and the worst for his enemies) but also that he has to deal with the unhinged version of her it comes with.
warnings: 18+. 5.3K words. explicit descriptions of violence. explicit language. explicit sexual descriptions but no full on smut. kol is the worlds biggest menace alongside reader. klaus highkey has an elitist/classist mentality (what’s new?). klaus and reader are two freaky ass frogs. klaus needs to seek help and reader is absolutely way too feral to be in society which definitely explains why she stays in wolf form. they’re only still getting to know each other so it’s a mini (pun intended) slow burn.
now wrapped in hayley’s coat, the tension settles slightly, but shifts for klaus. you are beautiful. a million ideas for paintings and sketches of you flood his head, his fingers practically aching to get to work to see if he can even begin to capture your wild essence. kol, of course, being kol, has to break the moment.
“please don’t tell me you’re about to cream your pants, nik.”
elijah, rebekah, and hayley say in unison horror, “kol!”
kol throws his hands up in defense of himself, “it’s an honest ask! you’d think he’s about to perform unsanitary acts in front of us with how he’s looking at her. i think his eyes are rolling back, look. who knows how mates work? maybe they cause immediate ejaculation.”
klaus grits through his teeth, glaring at him with a heated face. “my eyes are not rolling back nor do i need a change of pants, you imbecilic ruffian. i will gut you like a fish.”
kol teases, “i’d like to see you try, nik. one slip of her coat and you’ll be pulling out your peener.” klaus lunges at him but he zips to the other side of the room with a shriek too high pitched for a man of his age and status.
hayley is beyond horrified, hands pressed to her temples. “oh my god, what is wrong with all of you?! mini, let’s go, the pack is climbing the walls and we have to go and explain why you’ve decided to play house with the city’s and world’s most hated morons.”
elijah, on the other hand, looks as if he’s aged 200 years in 3 minutes. later he will absolutely be contacting the internet service provider and telling them to cut off all of kol’s access to the internet. klaus, hearing this, comes back.
“she doesn’t belong in the bayou, hayley, she belongs here. with me.”
the crescent alpha shakes her head, “as sweet as the attempt is, that’s all it’s gonna be, klaus. an attempt. her home is with us, not you, and it’s always been that way. you can’t keep her where she’ll never see her family.”
his blue-green eyes lock onto your brown ones with a plea, not just from him but his wolf that’s currently pacing in his chest at the thought of you leaving and being anywhere he isn’t. what if you get hurt and he can’t get to you in time? what if you get bored and have no one to bother by stomping all over important documents with ink covered paws? what if you’re hungry and none of those filthy swamp mongrels buy you the freshest cut of $130 A5 wagyu from the market? you reach out and touch his face gently and he lets out a shaky hopeful breath. his gaze and being brightens, believing this is the moment you decide to stay, but you pluck a piece of lint out of his front dirty blonde strands and put in your mouth. the room falls silent as everyone either stares or blinks. hayley clasps her hand around your shoulder and announces.
“alright! now that you’ve…gotten comfortable, that is our cue. before you move onto cobbing him.”
he watches as you’re rushed out, unable to move from being so stunned, and his wolf whimpers inside. the drive to the bayou is silent for the most part besides the sound of air conditioning filling the mustang. the flowers are blooming alongside the grass that seems to appear the further you get away from the city. the feeling of high strung wolves waiting to find out if they need to siege the quarter practically radiates in your bones the closer you get to the territory you’ve known since you took your first breath. when it comes to a stop, the engine shuts off and hayley stares out the windshield for a few moments before looking over at you. her tone soft but firm.
“mini…you don’t even understand what kind of mess this is gonna make. a crescent, the most cherished and prized crescent, with the original hybrid who barely even actually cares for his wolf side? i can smell blood from the war already.”
you grunt and says, “his wolf spoke to me.”
her hazel eyes widen, “what?” she presses, “and what happened?”
you think back to how you saw the massive black furred wolf with glowing yellow eyes in his soul the first time he showed you his hybrid face. you’re sure he doesn’t even know that’s possible, since it’s only a mate thing, and he told you he’s only turned once which you obviously weren’t there for. you reminisce on how it had let out a deep growl in want that made you slick between your hind legs, which made you leave before klaus could pick up the pheromones.
“it let me know it saw me. it’s big….in many ways. i think it wants to get to know me inside and out-”
“okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!”, cutting her off for her sanity. the last thing she wants to hear is a filthy description of klaus’s endowment. hayley says, “just…please do not try anything until i can guarantee you’re safe. our pack already has enough people after us all the time, if people find out you’re his mate, they’ll do anything to get to you. let me make sure nothing will happen to you first, alright? i can’t- i won’t have you dying on me because the universe decided the great evil should want to.. rub snouts with you.”
you grumble in reluctant agreement. by the time you get down to where the cabins reside, everyone is all over you, trying to figure out where you’ve been, if you’re hurt, or worse. luckily there wasn’t any scenting going on in the past few days so you hardly smell like him now after being put in hayley’s coat, especially with her scent being as pungent as it is. days pass, then turn into a week and a half of you digging around the swamp, bothering the gators in it by jumping on them like logs, and hunting the wildlife in the trees when hayley gets notice that she’s needed at the compound to track down a group of hunters. knowing you’re most likely feeling the effects of being away from klaus too long, she brings you with. the second your scent reaches his nose, he’s at the doors wearing that form fitting grey henley, black jeans, and boots. his eyes roam your face intensely, then take in your black tank top, dark blue jeans, and lack of shoes from taking them off on the way here.
“love. they’ve treated you well? you’ve kept safe?”
you hold up a black and white thigh that has a good bite of it missing, stating, “raccoon”, simply as if anyone is just going around carrying a swamp swelling animal, that they’re pretty sure isn’t even cooked. he looks down at it, before looking up with a simple “..ah.” yeah, this is a vast difference from his usual love interest. usually they’ve been involved in high ranking, pristine high class lives like aurora, genevieve, and other royal-aligned trysts he’s indulged in in the past centuries. he wonders what he thought would happen, she was in wolf form up until now, why would she be some princess? he tries to push it down as he watches you chew and swallow like you’re having an immaculate feast before asking, “and what of the rest of it?”
hayley passes him with a pat on the shoulder, knowing what the culture shock of meeting you in your human form is like, “she ate it on the way here.”
kol pipes up from his seat where he’s lounging way too relaxed for the situation at hand. “next thing we know, she’ll be eating grandma like the little red riding hood story.”
you reveal, “my grandma’s dead.”
a beat, before kol asks “and? did you eat her?”
elijah scolds firmly, “kol!”
the youngest mikaelson brother shrugs, “what, ‘lijah? don’t act like none of you are curious. she seems perfectly capable of it to me.”
the suit-clad eldest drags a hand down his face, murmuring “lord, grant me strength.”
instead of answering, you just smile, which is more unsettling and wolfish than human and kol chuckles. “oh, i like her. though i do miss your cute wolf form, darling.”
klaus growls slightly at him for the comment before guiding you to the table, having you sit in the chair next to him as the strategizing starts. it only takes three minutes before you’re tracking a squirrel passing by the entrance with an unmistakable look of hunger written all over your face. he places a hand subconsciously on your thigh without even looking and with perfect timing, not that you’ve been paying attention, says something about taking you and your eyes flit to him.
hayley argues, standing up, “hold on, you can’t bring her out and about dealing with threats. she could get found out. you could get found out.”
but he’s already throwing on his leather jacket, the one if he wasn’t half perpetually cold vampire you’d be judging him for wearing in late new orleans may for. as dismissive as always, “nonsense. she deserves to see there’s more to life than wet dog and marsh. especially if she’s going to be with me. if anyone wishes to bring harm to her or myself due to our bond, i will simply erase the fact and idea that they ever existed.” he brings a hand down to rest on the small of your back, leading you out the door with a soft “come now, sweetheart.”
you get to his shiny black SUV when he holds the passenger door open and buckle in, him watching as if to make sure your safety is 100% certain. he closes it and goes to his side before glancing at you once he has the engine running. for the first time, you’re alone since the day before you returned to the bayou. he takes the moment to soak you in. you and your features before landing on your lips. he reaches his hand out, which you track with your eyes, and presses his thumb to them before moving it in a small wipe motion to get rid of the speck of meat you missed. in a moment of primal attraction and urge to clean your mate, you wrap your lips around it and suck it off with full focus. he leers with an ancient darkness, wishing that it was a different part of him you had your plump mouth around. his lashes flutter as you move your head downward to collect more flavor, now of him and less of the already forgotten raccoon.
the second you reach his knuckle, he knows he has to stop you if he’s trying to go catch these hunters or he’ll end up taking you here in the front seat, outside the compound for anyone to see like a common whore, which he knows you’re not. he pushes the thumb down onto your tongue, retracts it completely but not without pressing your jaws shut a second after, half wrapping his long slender fingers lightly around the side and back of your throat while keeping your mouth closed with his thumb. a purr ripples through you, filling the car and his ears so deliciously. he expects you to bare your neck at this point in submission but you don’t. he even tries to nudge your head in a way that you’d be forced to but you don’t budge. he kisses his teeth in slight annoyance at the blatant disobedience but your big puppy eyes keep it from boiling over.
“cheeky little wolf.. you’ll show me your neck and belly at some point.”
but instead of taking his wannabe alpha ego, you let out a low growl in warning. not a too serious one but not playful either. a reminder that the only one you submit to is yourself. he may be fine as fuck but you’ll have him crying like a virgin before you lay on your back for anyone, even your mate. he removes his hold from you, stares, then flicks your nose like a misbehaving pup, making sure his hand is as far away from you as possible when you immediately retaliate by trying to bite him. you pointedly growl continuously in his direction several times to let him know you’re not the one to play with. he ignores you and peels away from the compound, explaining that there’s a man they need to locate and take hostage for interrogation to find out his ties to the hunter group that’s entered town and convinced themselves they’re going to try and wipe out whatever supernaturals they see.
as if you want to talk to some guy and deal with hunters. if you can’t shred them you don’t want anything to do with this. “boring.”
he scoffs before reassuring, “oh don’t worry your pretty little head, you can maul him when he refuses to cooperate.”
suddenly you perk up and brighten. you both get to where he’s supposed to be around and while klaus is on the phone, you keep peering over his shoulder asking, “now? now? now?”
he tries not to snap at you, seeing as though you’re just eager to get the ball rolling, but slight aggravation seeps into his tone. “no, for the third time, mini. why don’t you rest in the car until hayley sends me his physical description?”
you huff sharply in simmering anticipation and circle him. he doesn’t realize it, eyes fixed on his phone, until you snatch it and text “scent”. he grabs your wrist, barking, “did i not tell you to sit-”
a ping fills the air as hayley sends “citrus, cinnamon, campfire smoke. sweat too.”
before he can say anything, you’re locking onto the target half a mile away and break into full sprint down the luckily pretty empty block leaving klaus in the dust, befuddled and cursing. you bob and weave through alleys, the may breeze flowing through your curls and against your skin, making you feel like you’re right back in the bayou chasing deer. you gain on the man as soon as he goes to turn the corner and bulldoze him to the ground, forgetting he’s human but not caring either way. a whoosh is heard behind you along with boots on concrete and you don’t have to turn around to know he’s finally caught up.
you look back at him from where you’re sat on the yelling, struggling man trying to writhe out of your iron grip. “you’re slow. i like my way.”
the hybrid says, “well if i knew all you needed was a scent to find him, i would have just asked hayley hours ago and all these hunters would be found and disposed of, but no, not a word.”
you blink, “you guys suck.”
his jaw clenches before grumbling, not trying to have the fact that he, the great evil, the original hybrid, 1040+ years old, has been outdone by a woman who prefers the body and mind of a mutt sink into his ego. he’s starting to like you better when you’re in your wolf form. “just get him up off the ground. we have torture to start.”
you yank the man up harshly and when he tries to run, slice his thigh with your claws, making him double over. winding up in an abandoned warehouse sat inches away from the river, you’re observing as the dirty blonde stands with his hands behind his back, more relaxed than ever, questioning the man, rainer, on his alliances and interactions with the hunters but rainer won’t give anything up. as if the men he protects could do more harm than klaus. or you.
“mini”, he beckons with a hand, causing you to step forward. your brown eyes glimmer as he caresses your head, petting you, causing you to lean into it. “now. i’ll give you one last chance to tell me the truth. if you don’t, she will act freely and do whatever she wants to you. if you haven’t noticed already, rainer, she’s quite animalistic, and i’m sure she wouldn’t mind a new chew toy. isn’t that right, love?”
a rumble vibrates through your chest into rainer’s bones, making him squirm. instead of caving in the face of two predators, one refined, one not, he denies any affiliation. klaus lets you go and you circle rainer thrice, just like you did to him, building the latter’s nerves, before clamping down on his shoulder with your canines out. your claws embed themselves in his other one as you shake your head back and forth, muscle pulling apart like a well done stringy beef roast. his screams fill the warehouse in echos, bouncing off the wooden walls.
klaus presses, “i can get her to stop, rainer. you just need to tell me where they are. what they plan to do next.”
the man is borderline sobbing but shakes his head, “i can’t, i can’t, they’ll kill me!”
a chuckle slips from klaus’s pink lips that curl into a slight smirk. “what do you believe she’ll do to you if i don’t rein her in? you’re dealing with a natural apex predator here, not an ordinary werewolf. she has the brain and mindset of a wild wolf that hunts for food, not the two legged ones that sit around bonfires singing folk songs in the bayou. she will tear you apart like a nutria she’s pounced on after 5 days of starving. she’ll start with your neck to give you temporary paralysis so she doesn’t have to hear your cries or be bothered by your incessant thrashing. once she’s done there she may move lower. to your arm or side, leg or-“
rainer cries, “okay, okay! god, please, i’ll tell you anything, just get her off of me!”
klaus gives you a ‘off’ hand motion but you don’t let go, eyes glowing yellow and vocal chords vibrating with the ferocity of a rabid predator who’s finally caught their prey. he commands sternly, “mini.” yet you don’t listen or budge. he comes over, pushes your curls out the way, and grabs you by the scuff of your neck, forcing you to release with a yelp as you biologically instinctively lock up all your muscles and joints. you snap your jaws at him, blood covering your skin from lips to chin and some of your nose. you shove him but he barely moves an inch until you settle down. he’s had his fair share of brats in his life, but he never knew how difficult it would be to have an untamed one as his mate. once you still, he drops his grasp and you leave to the car. he watches you exit with a harsh sigh before turning back to rainer who’s trembling in his boots. he gets the information needed and then tears his heart out. on approach, he sees you on top of the lincoln navigator like a damn lunatic.
“what in the bloody hell are you doing? get down from there!” he shouts. if he had wanted a brain aneurysm today, he would have just gone to davina and asked for one.
you protest with a guttural snarl, perched like a gargoyle on his $40,000 roof. his phone buzzes in his pocket, taking it out he sees hayley’s contact. talk about timing. he answers, tone clipped, “yes?”
hayley’s voice comes through, “why do you sound so pissed? did you two not get the guy?”
klaus grits, “we did, and that’s precisely my problem. she’s grown angry with me after i wouldn’t let her tear him to shreds before i could even get what i needed.”
the crescent alpha laughs on the other end. there’s nothing better than his misery to her, especially when she told him not to do something but he still did. “yup, that’s what happens. what did you do?”
he sighs, “grabbed her by the scruff.”
hayley gasps, mood changing from humorous to disbelieving within a second. “what?! oh my god, klaus, in what world did you think that was a genuinely good idea?!”
he throws his hand up in exasperation as if she could even see. “i’m sorry, did you want the man alive to give us the names of our soon-to-be-dead enemies or did you want us all to be shot in the backs later on with arrows because mini wanted a damn mid day snack?” he scowls at the air.
she rolls her eyes on her end, sending a tired elijah a look of exasperation. “no, but i didn’t want you royally pissing off the most feral person in the city who, ahem ahem, need i remind you is your mate either! let me guess, she’s now protesting even knowing you?”
“yes, she scaled the bloody car. love, come down this instant!” but all he gets in response from you and what the others hear is a unhinged snarl that sounds like it’s from the devil himself. “jesus, you’d think i assassinated the entire crescent pack in front of her then asked her for a cuddle. how do i fix this? preferably in the next five to ten seconds?”
hayley asks, “see a store nearby? you need to satiate her need for prey with something similar. anything ranging from a cut of ribeye to..slim jim’s. wait! get beef jerky, she’ll come down.”
klaus shivers at the idea of going into a human convenience store and buying a bag of common dried meat when he very much rather get you the finest cut of specialty filet mignon you’ve ever seen, but when his eyes dart up at you and he can feel a massive pain filling his chest as his wolf claws at him, he relents. he scans the area before spotting some piss poor (in his mind) 7/11 and takes a deep breath before heading in that direction. the bell rings above the door when he walks in and he ignores the faint ‘welcome’ from the man at the register as he ransacks the few options of what he needs like its life or death. for him, it is. with a toss of them onto the worn counter, he pulls out his extremely out of place black card as the price comes up. the worker asks weakly with a futile effort at conversation, “big fan of jerky?”
klaus states bluntly, “the woman i’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with, given to me by fate, has the emotional capacity and functioning brain of a starved apex predator and one wrong move with her gains me a bite, a ruined inquisition, or a dented extremely expensive- not for me- car roof. you tell me.”
the cashier blinks before clearing his throat, “right…well, i kinda felt the same with my wife when she was pregnant with our little magnolia. if she’s really as…uh..eccentric as you say, you could try and pair these with the louisiana hot sauce? my lady went crazy over that.”
klaus stares before going back to the aisle and grabbing the bottle. the man bags it without even asking him to pay and he walks out in silence. hayley, having listened to the whole interaction, quips, “see? lower class people you think are so below you can be the most helpful people you meet.”
he grumbles, “quiet.” he’s already been proved wrong once today, he doesn’t need anymore blows. he stops in front of the right tire. he closes his eyes, he can’t believe this is what he’s been reduced to. a man who lures his woman from completely shunning his existence with 5 dollar bags of cheap processed shrivels of cow. he opens the first bag and coos, “my love, look what i’ve got for you. i understand you’re upset with me..but i believe these will make you very happy. come to me, come on.”
even when the smoky smell hits your senses, you keep your back to him. you refuses to move until he acknowledges how he fucked up by handling you like some rowdy newborn pup. are you extremely uncivilized? yes, but who cares? personally, you believe he should love you regardless, or more because of it. but no, he wants to stop you from putting a good meal that you were definitely going to (not) share with him romantically. he tells hayley and she muses, “oh she’s really pissed. you need to tune into her feelings.”
“tune into her feelings? how in the bloody world do i do that? howl careless whisper to her wolf?”
a beat as she facepalms on the other end. “it’s a thing between mates, basically build your bond 101. you need to get her to look at you and bring your wolf front and center. her eyes will glow in reciprocation, letting you see hers and a telepathic link will lock in place, giving you access to all her emotions whenever and vice versa.”
his dirty blonde brows knit. someone who knows exactly how he’s feeling as if they’re himself at any time they desire? it’s either hell or heaven and he can’t decide. but the idea of having a partner who couldn’t possibly lie to him or give him anything to be paranoid about makes him want to try and see. he moves as close to the car as possible, reaches up to take a hold of your forearm, and when you glance at him, his hybrid features come out. his eyes fade into a glowing yellow with black veins spiderwebbing underneath them. once the contact is prolonged for a second, yours glow in response. like a gateway to your soul, he instantly sees your wolf, all miniature and fluffy, circling his massive black one that has to be 4 whole feet taller than yours, surprisingly having its tail tucked while yours nips at it in anger. he’s flooded with your emotions all at once. anger, wounded pride from seeming like something needed or able to be dominated, and agitation with the smallest bit of pettiness. he exhales shakily before trying to radiate a wave of apologetic energy out towards you. your wolf huffs at it before continuing to circle him. he tries again to no avail. he gathers all of his willpower inside his wolf, forcing it to sit. when it does, yours slows to a stop before following suit. his lets out a small uncharacteristic whimper as if pleading for your forgiveness in both forms and after a few moments, yours climbs on its back and lays there like the queen of the world with a small huff.
simultaneously you’re both pulled out of the link and he takes a second to get himself together before holding up one of bags. in a show of brattiness, you take it with your clawed middle finger, taste one, decide it’ll do, and leap off the roof. he internally thanks the universe and holds the passenger door open. you give him a look as if to ask if he truly thought it would be that easy. his face drops slightly as you get in the backseat and curl up. exhaustion settles in his bones, along with an pooling sensation of guilt for having you so upset with him that you don’t even want to sit next to him for the 20 minute car ride back. he rounds and gets in, glancing back at you in the rear view mirror before starting the engine and telling hayley you’ll both be back in 20.
5 minutes into the drive, he hears a rattling sound while at a red light. he looks down to find your hand squeezed in between the seat and the middle console going crazy with his seatbelt buckle holder. due to being a master of tuning annoying things out, like elijah’s lectures, rebekah’s crying, and kol’s voice, he didn’t even notice the alarm for it not being secured going off. the dinging sounds, then stops when you press down the red part with your claw acting as the metal, fooling the system. you let up, “ding, ding, ding, ding” filling the air before you go crazy on it again, shaking it like it owes you lunch money while growling hungrily, then sliding your claw in the slot, silencing it. you look up with a wild enthusiastic but content gaze and a slight smile finds home on his unfairly handsome face. perhaps he can get used to your human form, regardless of you being a headache. you’re his headache. plus, it’ll give him time to get to know you on a deeper level. inside and out.
on arrival to the compound, you watch him get out expectantly. when he opens the door keeping you in the backseat, you launch yourself onto him. this time, the full force of you sends him back more than your earlier shove did but before his knees can buckle with surprise, he hooks his arms around your waist and leans forward grabbing the door so the lincoln catches his momentum he doesn’t want crushing you. when he’s balanced, he curses, “damn you, wild hellion.”
you wonder, “did it hurt your joints and back cause you’re old?”
he scowls, “no, it didn’t hurt because i’m bloody old, it hurt because you’re heavy and have the force of cannonball. and i’ll have you know i am not old. i am 1040 years young.”
you wrap your arms around his neck almost too tightly, “but aren’t you the main character from that story elijah read to me?”
his brows knit, trying to think of what story he could have told her. perhaps one from their childhood? “what did it entail?”
you hum before listing off, “you were king, fought a monster under water, a grendel, and had long luxurious blonde hair.”
his expression falls flat along with his voice, “beowulf. he read you beowulf. no, i am not- you know what? you will pay for this.”
you don’t get anything out before he pinches your ass, making you yelp with a wiggle. your hips betray you as they push backward into his hand though you want them to go away from them and he chuckles, kneading the flesh there. a whine emits from you and out of instinct you lean in and rub your cheek against his, the stubble from his 5 o’clock shadow making your core grow way too hot for comfort. he lets out a small groan as your hips drag along his torso, seeking any type of friction they can get. his nostrils flare as the smell of you gushing for him though he barely has touched you rushes over him like a tsunami wave. too busy scenting him to realize he’s growing close to rock hard in his jeans, you purr directly into ear, making it almost unbearable for him to stay stood with you and not just bend you over the hood and have you where the whole quarter will know who you belong to.
“love, i need you.” he adjusts his grip on you to let you slip slightly downwards until your heat is pressed against his, flooding your body with sensations that only he can. the jeans acting as barriers for your sanity that you’re both slowly losing now that your wolves are itching to mate. you rut against him in a harsh motion, teeth nipping at his jaw but a voice breaks the moment along with the tension, making him groan and you growl.
“oi! if you’re done acting like this a natural geographic breeding documentary in its beginning stages, we’ll appreciate your help in taking down the dimwits who want our heads on platters. anytime now. really.” kol’s face turns smug from where he’s leaning against the light post outside the abattoir when he forms a thought. his voice and demeanor turn cheeky. “though, i wouldn’t mind watching, i’ve always loved a free show-”
klaus and you both turn your sights on kol who’s eyes widen slightly when he sees yours both turn yellow. “okay…wait, good doggies-”
klaus sets you down and you two launch. a chase ensues with the brunette shrieking. blazing through the compound full speed, the three of you pass a completely done with life elijah, filming rebekah, and a snickering hayley.
the eldest calls out after the trio, “watch my delicate vases, niklaus, mini, and kol. they are priceless artifacts i acquired from the great mongol empire when genghis khan was so generous to invite us for a meal after wiping out 30 of his enemies army. do not make me get up from this chair. if i hear one single crash it will not be pretty for any of you!”
in disbelief that he cares more for his dust collecting collection than his little brother being chased by two blood thirsty mates, kol bumps into one in purpose, sending it to the floor with a loud shatter.
“kol, you simpleton!” klaus exclaims.
a woosh is heard behind you and klaus in a blur picks you up in a bride’s carry and begins to run full speed away from the livid elijah closing in on you three, the chase now turning on its head completely. now not only do you have to catch kol to beat his ass for ruining your moment outside with his perverse comments, but now have to fight for your life against the terrifying suit-clad original who’s holding a newspaper and a sword he got from literally who knows where.
great. what a welcome to the mikaelson family.
HELLOOOOO SOCIOPARKERS! part 2 finally 🥹. personally i love it, yall let me know. i made it long since yall deserve it for waiting almost three damn months. (college is kicking my ass). i want a part 3, obviously. maybe the continued smut?? 🤷🏽♀️ i dunno, i’m nervous cause ive never actually written thorough smut but i think i can do it. tell me what yall want!
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