HEAR ME OUT: readers boyfriend is very bad in bed and klaus uses this to take her to his own bed and she is very guilty after they finish but he is like "just leave this idiot, I'm better than him, you should stay with ME"
The Better Man
Trigger warning for cheating ?
I had told myself a million times that it didn’t matter. It was just a maximum of an hour a couple times a week. It didn’t need to affect our relationship but as time went by I just dreaded even getting in bed next to him. His hands just grabbed, hard, and never in the right places. He never wanted to look at me, or say anything, just seemed to use my body like I was some sort of doll. I’d rather he just bought one.
I wasn’t exactly overly experienced in sex anyways but I knew he didn’t do it well and if I ever tried to say anything or suggest something he would get all mad and tell me I didn’t know what I was doing and every other girl he’d been with liked it so something was wrong with me, not him.
Soon enough he decided we weren’t allowed to talk on the subject, which meant no complaining. So I tried to avoid it a little after he told me to stop being difficult when I tried to move to change the position or even the angle. I began to feel uncomfortable even when he touched me normally, just his hand on my waist reminded me of sex with him and I couldn’t help but cringe.
“You know being with him is optional, love.” Klaus’s voice came from behind me once my boyfriend had left, amusement lacing his words. He’d been teasing me for months.
“I know.” I mumbled. “I want to be with him.”
“Liar.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear from how close he was. His nose brushed the side of my neck making me shiver before his arms slid round my body from behind. Klaus’s touch was so different, it was warm and firm but not harsh. I could feel my skin prickling when he pressed a kiss to the spot between my neck and shoulder.
“Klaus…” I gasped, pulling away and quickly trying to walk off but his hand grabbed mine, spinning me to his chest.
“Just a dance.” He murmured, hand snaking round me again. I glanced round to see where my boyfriend was but he was downing drinks with his friends, Klaus’s hand cupped my face bringing me back to him and I gave in.
“Just one.” I agreed and he hummed, pulling me close so we could move together as one.
Technically it was one dance, just a really long one. My head ended up resting in the crook of his neck, my legs starting to get tired as he squeezed my hand. My phone pinged and I sighed, dropping my hand from his shoulder to check it. I felt myself drop slightly in mood as I read it over.
“He’s a fool.” Klaus muttered, glaring down at my phone.
“What does that even mean?” I whispered. “Not coming home? Where’s he gonna go?” But we both knew. I looked up and Klaus was already staring back with a softened expression. I felt my brows furrow. “Oh.” I breathed. Probably someone else’s bed. Someone who appreciated him and made him feel good. Maybe he was right, he is good in bed it’s just something wrong with me.
“Love…” Klaus’s voice rang through to me, his thumb gently swiping over my cheek. I sniffed when I realised he was getting rid of tears. “Don’t cry over such an imbecile. He isn’t worthy.” His palms pressed to my cheeks, warming the skin. Klaus liked me, he showed affection towards me and never made me feel like I was wrong or stupid. He’d been alive a millennia, been with thousands of women, possibly men, and still put effort into our relationship.
I didn’t feel I was good enough for him. He’s powerful, talented in many ways, he radiates energy so strong that it sets people on edge and I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy sex. I complained so much that my boyfriend has to cheat on me.
“Come on, let’s go inside.” He guided me, hands sliding down to hold my hip in one and hand in the other. I felt like I was floating, as if nothing were real in that moment. For a while I just stared, so long I didn’t even know where we were when I came back. My eyes darted, Klaus was couched opposite me, hands on my knees as his fingers traced little patterns. I was holding a mug in my lap, fireplace was on. It was his house. I breathed in his scent and settled back into the couch. Everything was lavish and just lovely. Comfortable and relaxing like a spa or an overly fancy hotel.
“You should drink.” His voice broke me out of my thoughts, “it’ll warm you up.” He smiled and squeezed my knee gently before standing.
“Okay” I whispered, sipping the hot chocolate until it was empty.
Klaus settled down on the sofa beside me, soon pulling my body against his and kissing my temple. “He could never deserve you.” He murmured, tilting my head to kiss my mouth. My lips tingled and the breath left my lungs but I pulled away. “You want to.” He whispered, and I knew he was right. “He’s out there-“
“Please don’t.” I begged faintly. Klaus could be graphic at times and I didn’t want to hear about what my boyfriend was doing with other girls.
“I want you.” He stated, holding my gaze. “All of you.”
“You just want sex.” I sniffed, my nose twitching as I pulled away. “Well I’m no good at it so you’ll just be disappointed.” My face felt hot as I embarrassed myself but I’d rather just tell him then him tell me after.
Klaus just scoffed and grabbed my hips, lifting me onto his lap. “I would never be disappointed. It wouldn’t matter if you were a bloody virgin. I want you, I care for you, and I want to make you feel good.”
“Why?” I whispered and he frowned.
“Because you’re mine.” He said it like with possession and finality. It made me flood with heat, my eyes hesitating but I kept his gaze. “And that halfwit of a man has clearly never shown you even a second of pleasure or kindness.”
“What if it’s me?”
“If it were you then why would you feel so good now? I haven’t even touched you and I can feel your body wanting mine. Your pupils are blown, your breathings all shallow and you’re getting wetter by the second-“ his fingers pressed against my panties, my body jumped, I hadn’t even realised he’d gotten his hand under my dress. “You can feel good, he just won’t let you.”
He was right, I just didn’t understand why. Why he didn’t want me to feel good, not just sexually but in myself or in our relationship at all. I suppose it didn’t matter really, because Klaus wanted to. All I had to do was let him.
Slowly my body settled back down, two of his fingers pressed against me and gently rubbing the damp fabric. “Good girl, come here.” He murmured, tugging my panties until I’d crawled into his lap. His hand grabbing my ass making me squirm. His mouth was hot against my jaw, kissing and sucking the skin gently until my eyes closed and I moaned. Klaus felt good, he always did, even when he wasn’t touching me.
My eyes opened when he lifted me, carrying me through his house and up the stairs to his room. I hid a little in his neck, almost intimidated by the dark surroundings. Intimidated by the bed.
Just the thought of the last time I’d been touched sent a wave of fear and nausea. Without meaning too I’d stuck my nails into him, my heart going faster but not out of excitement anymore. My back hit the mattress and I felt the air get stuck in my throat. His hands slid through my hair and held the back of my head, his face hovering just above mine as his brows pinched slightly.
“It’s alright.” He murmured, kissing my lips softly. “I won’t hurt you.” But I wasn’t afraid of him, not at all.
“What if I don’t like it?” I whimpered and he visibly softened.
“Then we’ll stop and I’ll have to do further research.” He teased, pulling my knees up to his hips. “But don’t worry love, I’ll make sure to show you something you’ll like.”
My skin flushed again when he hooked a finger under my underwear, giving a sharp tug making them tear. Another kiss was pressed against my mouth before he shifted, holding my legs up and moving down quickly. I sucked my stomach in anxiously when his head got between my thighs, breath hot against my core.
“Klaus…” I whimpered, unsure. He pressed a kiss to my knee, slowly pressing them along my thigh until his lips were on my clit. I couldn’t help but moan quietly, the little sensations ran up my body and I could feel myself getting wetter.
“He ever do this, love?” Klaus murmured, it wasn’t even a question. He knew the answer. My body told him enough when my hips flew off the bed when his tongue ran along my folds. I gripped his hair unconsciously, unsure what to do as he got comfortable. I could see his body led out across the mattress, lead between my legs with no indication of leaving any time soon. Carefully I spread my legs more, holding him to me with a whimper.
It felt so good. Like he’d finally unlocked something I’d been yearning for.
I couldn’t breathe or think, just feel. Every stoke of his long touched me in a way I didn’t recognise, urging me closer and closer. He didn’t even need to use his hands, between his supernatural speed and unique talent, his tongue was perfectly split between fucking me and keeping my clit pulsing.
My fingers twisted his curls, holding so tight some tore out when I came. It’d happened quick, embarrassingly fast. I could tell from the surprise in his eyes before he lapped it up, burying back in eagerly. I couldn’t steady myself, my chest was rising and falling rapidly, skin sweaty and overwhelmed until he stopped eating me out and pulled me to his lap, holding me there and nuzzling my neck until I was back in focus and control of myself.
“Told you so” he mumbled, his hand lifting to squeeze my breast. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah..” I uttered, mouth dry and face hot. I didn’t even have to say anything for him to bring a bottle of water to my mouth, watching me swallow some down before putting it back on his bedside table.
His hands pulled at my dress, getting it off and unhooking my bra so I was bare. I felt myself grow shy when I looked at his fully clothed body.
“Don’t pout, love.” He teased before tugging his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside. My gaze dropped to his abdomen immediately though my attention was soon interrupted by the sound of his belt buckle. A lump formed in my throat when he pulled it free. I glanced up to see the smug smirk on his face as he shed his pants and grabbed my knees, pulling me onto my back and to him, opening my legs to be between them as he leant down to catch my mouth with his. I could feel him swallow my moan down when his thumb brushed over my clit.
The sensation drew my hips off the bed, encouraging him to rub the bundle of nerves slowly. I gasped against his lips, making us part for only a second before his tongue was back against mine. My thighs twitched as the head of his cock rest against my entrance. Our mouths parted making me pant. His thumb circled my clit just as his breath brushed my ear.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be bigger than he is, you won’t be disappointed again.” Amusement rolled off his words before he flexed forward, pushing into me slowly.
“Klaus…” I breathed, reaching to hold onto him for stability. He was always there to keep me stable. Especially in that moment.
“I’m here.” He murmured, kissing my ear and pushing into further. The stretch was pleasant, stinging in a way that could only ever feel good. Felt like him.
His thumb teased my clit, my body too relaxed to tense against the intrusion. As he pushed in fully I pulled his head down for our lips to meet again, needing him everywhere and the intimacy I’d been craving. It was so different to every other experience I’d had, so much more than I’d considered.
I could feel my body already getting hot, my clit tingling and swelling. I clenched round him as he thrust into me deeply, pulling out slowly and repeating the motion until I needed more. I could feel his smirk before he pulled away and flipped us over, settling me on top of him and his hands smoothing up my hips.
“Go ahead, love. Set your pace for me.” He murmured, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Okay…” I mumbled, nervous and shaky as I started to move against him. I’d begged my boyfriend to let me try be on top, I figured I’d have more control and therefore could get more pleasure out of it but I had no idea what I was doing. I could feel his hands squeeze my hips, start to guide me so I wasn’t so sloppy. I arched slightly, moaning when I felt him somewhere new. His chuckle vibrated through me, a smile of my own pulling at my lips. I laughed breathlessly at the feeling. It was euphoric in every way.
I didn’t fight the gasp that left me when his hips bucked up too, hitting right where I needed over and over until I couldn’t handle it. His grip got firmer, digging into me so much it hurt but the pain blurred to pleasure easily.
The sound that left me was one I’d never made before, everything seemed to disappear for a moment before I felt myself against him. He must’ve moved to sit up, his arms wrapped around me tightly, his mouth kissing the side of my neck gently.
“So pretty…” he whispered and I pressed close to him. Klaus was warm, in every way.
“Klaus” I breathed. I wanted him, to be with him but I wasn’t. Not truly. After a moment, when I’d settled back down, thoughts started flooding. Guilt.
His fingers brushed over my cheek, tucking my hair away from my face and humming gently. He must’ve seen my expression change, the slight discomfort and confusion.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of that fool right now.” Klaus scoffed, his eyes rolling as he pulled me closer. I could still feel him inside me, his skin on mine.
“It’s just…I shouldn’t have- not while I’m still with him.” I frowned, not sure what to say or do.
“So leave him then.” He murmured, leaning to kiss my mouth. It was like a claim. “I’m better and you know it.” The grin tugged at his face again. “Better in every department.” Klaus purred, nuzzling close with a level of affection that was almost laughable considering his usual character.
“Mm” I mumbled, looking down making him sigh.
“I love you.” He whispered and my heart clenched. I knew he liked me but, love?
“What?” I questioned, quiet and shocked. Our eyes met and for one do the first times he was vulnerable.
“So…you should leave him and stay with me.” I could see his Adam’s Apple bob, his eyes flickering between mine as if searching for something. Without thinking I kissed him again, moving to get closer, accidentally moving on his cock again making him groan into my mouth and secure his hold further.
Klaus was the first to say he loved me. To want me.
A fic requested upon me asking whether people prefer Human!Klaus or Hybrid/Creature!Klaus. I suppose some people love the way I portray Human!Klaus-Yandere or not.
Warning:Smut, massive breeding kink! Public sex (school library-both are 18 and of legal age), titty sucking, loss of virginity
Once Marcel found out that Klaus had never had sex, suddenly everyone knew and even people he had never spoken to a day in his life were giving him pitiful looks. Apparently even hiding himself away in the Library isn’t enough to keep him safe but maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing…
It was almost immediately all over the school.
Marcel had found out that Klaus was a virgin and for some reason he thought it was hilarious. He told his boyfriend (who had never really liked Klaus) so he told everyone else and not an hour later people were talking under their breaths and jocks were laughing at him as he walked by.
He was humiliated. He didn’t really care about being a virgin but everyone pointing and laughing was awful. He got enough abuse at home, school was always his safe haven, now it was just as awful minus the bruises.
Now here he sat in the library of the school, not even the librarian sticking around-having gone out to lunch and left him alone.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ A soft voice spoke and Klaus turned his head to see Y/n behind him with a sympathetic look. The blush that warmed his face was a whole new kind of humiliating! Klaus has had a crush on Y/n since they were 6 years old and now here she was, staring at him on the worst day of his life, ready to make fun of him like everyone else.
‘Go ahead. Get the joke out, what virgin joke do you have prepared? I guarantee you I’ve heard it at least 3 times today.’ He grumbled, burying his face into his knees.
‘I’m not gonna make a joke, Klaus. That’s pathetic! Also, just so you know-Most of the assholes making jokes are bigger virgins than you are. Don’t listen to any of them.’
‘That’s easy for you to say, you’re-‘ Klaus stopped himself before he could finish sentence, a blush overcoming his cheeks.
‘I’m what? A whore? You know, I really didn’t-‘
‘What?! No! Of course not! I-I was going to say beautiful! My God Y/n, you’re fucking gorgeous!’ Her eyes went wide and a smile quickly grew on her face.
‘Really? You-Klaus Mikaelson-think I’m pretty? Klaus who has Caroline Forbes and Camille O’Connell fighting over him Klaus thinks I’m pretty?’ Klaus rolled his eyes at that one.
‘They’re both pretty but they’re both whores. They’ve fucked almost every guy they’ve ever been alone with-I don’t want STD’s and I don’t want a girl who only wants to fuck a nerd cause they’ve never done it before and they heard that “Nerds do it better”.’ He joked, Y/n giggling as she moved to sit down beside him.
‘I have heard that but yeah, they’re both kind of slutty, aren’t they? I can’t help but be jealous of them though, they’re so beautiful, how could someone like me not be jealous. Just because I like heavy metal and wearing dark colors doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be pretty Klaus, I’m still a girl…’
‘No! I didn’t-Of course you are! I…Y/n, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever set my eyes on! My God! You’re fucking stunning! You take my breath away every time I see you in the hallway! I am completely in love with you! How could you think for a second that-‘ Klaus cut himself off-slapping his hand over his mouth as he looked up and realized what he had said out loud. ‘Oh shit…I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that out loud-those are inside thoughts…Fuck!’ He cursed, jumping up quickly and turning to grab his things when his arm was caught and he was pulled back, hands taking hold of his cheeks before he suddenly had warm lips pressed to his own for the first time ever. He completely froze, not moving or responding in any way which he quickly realized was wrong when he was released from her grip, her face pulling back and looking terrified for a second. Klaus could see she was about to panic and he didn’t want that, moving to lean forward and press his lips to hers once again. The kiss was soft and unsure but as a moment passed without her pushing him away, Klaus’ confidence grew and his hands found her waist where he pulled her to him and pressed her body against his firmly.
‘Don’t stop?’ She mumbled softly as he pulled back.
‘Y-You want me to keep going? Really?’ He wondered before feeling her hands trace up his chest and around his neck where her arms stayed, wrapped around him which gave her the leverage to pull him back and press her lips back to his own.
His confidence was quickly growing as she was clearly enjoying their current activity making Klaus decide to take control and see how she responded. He lifted his hands and placed them against her ribs just as he pressed his tongue to her bottom lip-asking for entrance which she promptly granted. Klaus immediately loved that she didn’t hesitate.
Y/n wasn’t like other girls, she had always dressed darker and listened to different music-which in a small town didn’t afford her many friends-or any at all really. Klaus however, he’d had a crush on her since they were in 2nd grade and they were partnered up on a project where they had to make a paper Mashet volcano. Klaus had watched as she pulled her thick, dyed black hair back into a high ponytail before painting the diorama. That was the moment he remembers as the moment he fell completely in love with her and he has wanted to run his fingers through her hair every day since that moment.
He decided to take the chance while he has it, one hand staying on her ribs and the other moving up and tucking her hair behind her ear before moving to settle on her back where he pulled her closer so that her chest pressed up against his. He could now feel her breasts against his chest through his shirt and almost instantly his cock began to swell in his pants prompting his groan in the back of his throat. He held her tightly to his body before backing up to where he knew his computer chair was, dropping into the seat and dragging Y/n down with him, pulling her legs around his waist so that she straddled his lap.
Klaus gasped as he felt her grind her hips down against him, her crotch pressing against his cock which he could feel practically leaking precum. He decided to take the chance while he has it and he moved his hands from her waist up to her chest. Klaus was the biggest virgin in existence-he had never even had his first kiss until this moment-so the idea of seeing let alone touching a boob was foreign to him but he wasn’t going to waste the chance while he has it.
He cupped them in his hands and was pleasantly surprised by how heavy they were. Y/n’s breasts weren’t huge but they weren’t small by any means, he had stared at them many times and observed how perfect they were every time she wore a low cut top. He had just gotten the courage to squeeze them gently in his hands when she pulled back from him, instantly thinking he had harmed her.
‘I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn’t-‘
‘No! Stop! It’s okay…Do you want to see them?’ She asked, looking down at him and watching his eyes widen in surprise before he nearly gave himself whiplash from nodding so quickly. He leaned back against the chair, hands on her hips as she reached down and took hold of her band shirt which she pulled over her head quickly, leaving her in a red, lacy bra.
‘You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life…’ he mumbled-more to himself than to her but she heard it and loved him even more for it.
‘Do you want to take it off?’ She asked and he paused, hesitating only a moment before she took his hands and moved them behind her, helping him remove the first hook before allowing him to do the other 3 before pulling her bra off and dropping it to the floor as his eyes were locked onto her chest. ‘You can touch them.’ She allowed and he did not hesitate, hands moving to cup her breasts in his hands, her skin was so warm against his palms before he moved his hands and pinched her nipples between his fingers making her gasp. He looked up at her to see her head back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying his teasing her nipples and he decided to just go for it, leaning close and taking a nipple between his lips, sucking on it hard. ‘Oh Fuck! Don’t stop Klaus-Please don’t stop?’ He had no plans on stopping any time soon. He suckled on her nipple harder, rolling the other between his fingers, his other arm wound around her body and held her against him tightly. ‘Oh God, Klaus! Fuck, I want you inside me so bad!’
‘Hmm?!’ He grunted out a strained questioning noise as he heard what she said.
Her fingers tightened their grip in his hair as she held him to her breast, his lips sucking hard. ‘I can feel how big you are against my crotch…do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your cock inside of my tight pussy? Imagine how good you’ll feel stretching me out-oh fuck…’ she moaned, her hips grinding against him harder.
‘Stay still!’ He demanded, shoving her away from his crotch and making her whine as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to the top of his thighs with his boxers-allowing his cock to be exposed-hard and leaking precum. He shoved her short skirt up to see her pretty red thong, groaning as he took hold of it and pulled it down, moving her around quickly to get it off so that he could shove it into his pocket, before he pulled her close again and looked up at her one last time. He pressed his cock against her hole, moaning as it slid into her dripping channel, stopping as he bottomed out. He seemed to be trying to gather himself as he stared at where their bodies were connected, his cock twitching at whatever he was thinking about. ‘Fuck! You feel so good Bunny!’ She nodded, whimpering as he rocked up into her.
‘Please? Oh Fuck-Ah!’
‘Shit, you are just a needy little thing, aren’t you?’ She whined, shaking her head but he stopped her. ‘It’s okay, you’re mine now, my needy little Bunny. I’m not giving you up-not for the whole fucking world! This tight little cunt is mine now!’ He growled, thrusting up into her hard.
‘Yours…’ she breathed as he began using her hips to make her ride his cock, his cock stretching her pussy out perfectly. He appreciated her allowing him to take control and keep himself from cumming as long as possible.
‘That’s right Bunny! Gonna cum in this little hole, gonna fill you up so deep, fill this belly with my babies! Fuck! Imagine how beautiful you’ll look with my baby inside of you-so fucking perfect! You want me to fill you with my babies?’ She whined like a needy whore as he suddenly thrust up into her, his cock hitting every spot just right-nearly hitting her womb he was so deep. ‘Tell me what you want!’ His confidence had grown so quickly it was almost dizzying but it was so hot how desperate he was for her that she couldn’t and wouldn’t argue. Y/n had been in love with Klaus nearly as long as he had and she doubted there was anything he could ask her for that she wouldn’t give him. If he wanted her to let him fill her with his babies then who was she to deny him?
‘Babies…want babies…’
‘Whose babies?’ Klaus growled, one arm now circling her waist as the other pulled her hair back to bear her throat for him.
‘Yours! Your Babies! Please?! I want your babies! Please give me babies?!’ She begged, Klaus’ eyes now so dark with lust that you can’t see any blue left.
‘That’s right Bunny! Gonna fill your belly with so much cum there’s no chance it doesn’t take! You’re going to walk at graduation in 2 months with my child growing in your womb…you’re gonna take everything I give you and you’re gonna keep it inside of you like a needy little slut! My needy little slut, only mine! Anyone else tries to touch your perfect little body and I’ll fucking kill them! My! Fucking! Hole!’ He thrust up into her as deep as he could get himself before letting go and shooting his jizz as deep into her body as he could. ‘Such a good girl for me, letting me fill your sweet cunt with my cum. Don’t worry Bunny, I’m going to do it again. A pussy like yours can’t only be enjoyed once, it’s too perfect…I’m going to keep this perfect body all to myself…tell me you’re mine Y/n.’ He insisted but as he said her name she knew he wanted her to agree.
‘Yours Klaus, all yours. Fuck! Loved you for so long-I’m all yours! You can do whatever you want to me.’ She swore and his cock throbbed inside of her, working quickly to get hard all over again.
‘Get up! We’re going to my car!’ He demanded, pulling out of her hole and yanking his pants back on before grabbing their bags. He held his arm around her waist and kept her pressed against his side as they walked out of the library and down the stairs towards the side door.
‘Wow! I’m surprised you’re still here brother!’ Klaus heard his younger brothers loud voice echoing through the halls and his friends chuckling. ‘I would have thought with everyone talking about you, you would have left hours ago!’
Klaus held Y/n tighter as she moved to face Kol, Klaus refusing to let her. ‘Says my virgin brother that complains daily about his girlfriends refusal to spread her legs for him.’ He responded calmly, Kol’s girlfriend gasping before turning and slapping him across the face. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m a bit busy dispelling those rumors.’ With that he pulled Y/n out the side doors and down through the parking lot, tossing their bags into his trunk before lifting her into the backseat that he quickly laid down, placing the pillows and blankets that he kept in here for when he wanted away from Mikael, down on the seats and pushing Y/n down onto her belly before pulling her waist up so her ass was in the air. ‘Fucking Hell! Your pussy is fucking covered in me! I thought I told you to keep it all inside of you! How can I force my baby into your womb if you can’t keep your legs closed?!’ He growled though he contradicted his tone as he used several wet wipes that his sister kept in his car to clean the mess dripping down her leg and pussy.
‘I’m sorry! I tried, there’s just so much-Please give me more? Please Klaus?! Fill my hole more!’ She pleaded and Klaus groaned, pulling his pants and boxers down once again and seeing a drop of his cum drip from her hole prompting him to scoop it up with his thumb and push it back into her before pressing his cock against her once again and thrusting down into her body to fill her for the second time. ‘Ahh! Yes! So full-Klaus!’
‘That’s right Bunny, so fucking full! Never gonna stop fucking you! Gonna force you to take my cock every day, imagine the fun positions I’ll have to bend you in when your belly is full of my baby!’ He chuckled, pulling out and pushing back into her softly producing a sweet whine. ‘That’s my girl. So good for me, taking my cock so well. I’m going to take you home and fuck you all night, no school tomorrow, all weekend you’re mine, this hole is mine! You’re going to be leaking my jizz every fucking second, all night in your sleep I’ll keep your hole plugged up so that I can fuck it back into you the second I wake up in the morning…oh God! Such a good girl for me.’ He moaned, humping his hips down into her as he wraps his arm around her waist and brushed his fingers against her clit, caressing it roughly and sinking his teeth into her neck as she came, her pussy squeezing his dick even tighter than before as she came with a loud cry. He finished once more inside of her though he did not pull out this time, instead he rolled onto his side and pulled the comforter he keeps for cold nights over the both of them-removing the both of their shirts and kicking off his pants to leave them both naked as he snuggled her against him. ‘There you are. I’ve got you gorgeous, just rest now.’
‘The windows-‘
‘Are tinted and we will be gone before school is done, I promise. I would never let anyone see my girl like this!’ He swore, kissing her forehead sweetly and making her blush. ‘God, you’re adorable…don’t you worry about anything. When you wake up I’ll be taking you home with me, next time I fuck you you’ll be sleeping in a big bed. That’s your job all weekend long, letting me serve you your meals in bed and taking my cock inside your tight holes, all you need to do all weekend is eat, sleep, and get this body working on making my baby.’ He chuckled, kissing her head sweetly as he rubbed her belly.
‘You really want me pregnant?’ She asked, a little shocked that it wasn’t just dirty talk on his part but he took hold of her chin and turned her head to look at him.
‘You’re mine now Y/n! Do you understand? I’ve wanted you for years and now that I have you I will be damned if I’m going to give you up for anything! I’m going to have you pregnant as often as I can for the rest of our lives-don’t worry. I’ll propose and you can pick out the perfect ring-I’ve been selling my paintings for years now, you can have whatever you want. I promise-and you promise me a pregnant belly and these gorgeous breasts heavy with milk for my children and I to suck on-I’m gonna suck on these titties forever! I love you Y/n.’
‘I love you too Niklaus…’ she mumbled, pulling his arm around her tighter and cuddling it to her chest.
Klaus set an alarm as she drifted off to ensure they didn’t sleep through school getting out, knowing that he could take her home to sleep as long as she needs.
Y/n was his now, and after all these years of dreaming of this very moment he was never going to let her go!
@ghayda0 requested via submission: Hi, please ignore if you’re not taking requests. Klaus is out all day. Literally from morning to midnight and when he comes back, Y/N is very pissed at him and giving him the silent treatment. At first Klaus’s amused by her actions, thinking Y/N is just being bratty but when she starts tearing up, maybe mid argument, he sees that’s she’s genuinely hurt. Maybe it was their anniversary or her birthday and he forgot. Can be smutty if you want to be, I mean he has to make it up somehow ;)
Entirety of Eternity
Waiting and waiting for Klaus to return home, Y/n's grasp on reality soon slipped and she fell into a sad, sad slumber. But then Klaus finally comes back, and he doesn't know what he's done wrong -- and Y/n won't tell him. Until she does, shouting at him how the night clearly wasn't anything special to him. And now, all Klaus wants is to show her just how much she, and their relationship, truly mean to him.
Warnings - Smut and some mentions of blood.
Word Count - 3.3k
Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!
Not super proud of the way I wrote this one, but I'm pretty certain that it isn't that bad (please tell me it isn't) And thank you for requesting this -- I hope you enjoy reading it!
Y/n was sat on one end of the dining table, her face resting in her quite sweaty palms as she waited for her ears to finally perk up at the sound of the front door to the mansion opening. But it was beginning to cross the two-hour mark and still, there was no sound.
Every once in a while, the sound of her earrings' tiny bells would chime in her ears as she'd change her position to get more comfortable. At least as comfortable as she could on a wooden chair.
A deep wine-red dress adorned her body, pooling on the ground around her feet as she sat. Delicate jewellery hung from her ears, her wrists and a dainty necklace rested just below her collarbone. Sighing defeatedly, she let her head lay atop her arms on the dining table, looking at the polished plates in front of her and then at the empty seat across from her.
Tonight was nothing special, at least not to Klaus considering the fact that he had yet to return home. But it was to her. After all, this was the day that he had turned into a hybrid himself, and then turned her into one as well – justifying it with the purpose that he just wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her.
This was just the fifth year, and already he was forgetting their anniversary.
Maybe this wasn't so special after all. But when you've got the entirety of eternity on your hands, surely you'd try and celebrate as many occasions as possible to keep things special and ...to keep their value.
The clock rang throughout the empty house, finally hitting one in the morning and he still wasn't standing across from her. And she was getting too close to doubting if he even will tonight.
And even if it wasn't so special to him, shouldn't he have listened to her when she'd so excitedly told him to return home early tonight as she'd have something special waiting for him? Wouldn't matter anymore because all the food that she'd cooked herself had gone cold, and the candles she'd set up had burned down to the wick.
The dust had begun to settle on the exposed crockery, the moon had hidden itself behind the clouds and her heart had begun wilting away inside her chest.
She didn't quite realise when her hold on reality slipped and she fell into a sad slumber, but she woke up to the feel of a hand on her arm and a soft voice coaxing her back to life.
"There you are, my darling," Klaus smiled, already kneeling beside her so he was face to face with her. "Why didn't you go to bed?"
Y/n looked at him with eyes that were screaming how could he have the guts, the audacity to ask her that and so callously pretend that he hadn't just come home past midnight despite her sweet request that went against his act.
But when her shouts fell on deaf ears, she simply turned the other way from where Klaus was sitting and stood up. "The dinner's gone cold... I'd suggest you warm it up before eating, it'd taste better," she told him as she walked up the stairs, her gaze empty but her blood heating up rapidly.
Klaus looked at her as she walked away, amusement filling him up to the brim at her antics. Yes, she'd asked him to return early but it was for no special occasion, and he'd gotten himself in a rather sticky situation, so why was she upset out of the blue?
He was even sure that she his reasoning in someone's red blood covering him from head to toe, beginning to dry up. And he wished that she'd clean him up like every other time, so he decided to eat first. Give her some time to change her clothes and get comfortable for the night before he could go over to her and ask her innocently to help him clean himself off.
So he sat and ate, his eyes closing every once in a while at the feeling of the home cooked meal filling him up with all the love he could digest.
Rinsing off his dishes, Klaus sped up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with Y/n as her lover, a frown settling itself between his brows when he caught her sitting in front of the vanity, lost in some thought as she glared at a broken lipstick.
"What's wrong, my love?" Klaus asked her, concern lacing his voice as he walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he locked his eyes with hers in the mirror.
His frown only deepened further when she didn't reply and began removing her jewellery, looking at him with big eyes trembling with fury. He didn't move, not until she was getting up and moving towards the bed, which had him following her hot on her heels.
"C'mon, it's not the right time to be a brat, sweetheart," Klaus joked, chuckling to himself but stopped when she shot him a look sharp enough to make him flinch.
"Just tell me what's happened!" Klaus insisted, kneeling in front of her and holding her hand, ignoring the fact that she didn't weave her fingers through his' and pick his hand up to press a kiss on his knuckles like she usually did.
"Where were you?" She asked, forcing her voice to be at a bay.
"Well, some newbies truly thought that they could have my head on a sword for them to take home to their master,” he chuckled. “And their plan was quite impressive, dare I say,” shrugging he said, passing her a grin which, expectedly, wasn’t reciprocated.
“I apologise for not coming home earlier,” he sighed. But he knew that she knew that he truly wasn’t, for he didn’t even yet realise the density of this grave mistake he had made. And when she continued with her silence, Klaus finally cracked.
“It’d not as if tonight’s anything special!”
And right then, Y/n heard something crack inside her. Possibly her dead heart.
“I know you wanted me to return early tonight and I’m sorry that I didn’t, I truly am!” He almost whined, trying to show her how unreasonable she was being as he started pacing the room. “But this has happened before and you’ve never been this upset, so just tell me what have I done wrong!”
He felt quite embarrassed once he was done shouting due to her lack of response, and sighed once more before walking towards her.
“It was our anniversary,” she started, quickly glancing at the clock, “yesterday.”
Klaus stopped in midst of his way to her, his heart dropping in his stomach as he finally found himself at a loss of words. His mouth moved, but nothing came out except for some incoherent stutters.
“Forget it. It was nothing special,” she gritted through her teeth, not wanting her anger to get the best of her but she could feel it slipping out of her grasp.
“Darling – I,” Klaus stuttered, looking at the floor, wishing it’d remind him how to speak. “I’m so sorry darling,” Klaus breathed, his gaze turning doe-eyed as the realisation set in.
“No you’re not!” Y/n shouted, getting off the bed to walk towards him. “You are not sorry, Klaus. You clearly don’t care!”
Hot tears were lined up against her lower lashline, making it hard for her to see clearly.
“You were showing that last night meant nothing to you for so long and you even said it! It was no special occasion!” She yelled, her voice shaking as her brain debated whether she was trying to convince herself about that, or him.
And the way she was talking about their anniversary in a way that it truly had passed and that it was the next day, was only breaking his heart worse.
“Darling our anniversary means the world to me,” he desperately said. “I’d just carelessly forgotten about it but please don’t think that it doesn’t mean anything to me,” he whispered, his eyes aching to meet with hers but she just wouldn’t let it happen, looking to the side.
But the moment those words left his mouth, a bitter chuckle escaped her mouth as she finally looked him in the eyes.
“Can you hear yourself Klaus?” She asked him, shaking her head. “If it did mean anything to you, you wouldn’t have forgotten about it!” She told him, fisting her hand to prevent herself from ripping her hair out of her scalp.
“Please let me make it up to you, darling,” Klaus begged, his own tears threatening to spill. “I’d been a bastard to do such a thing but please let me show you how much you mean to me,” his voice went meek as he lowered his head to meet her eyes. “How much this,” Klaus whispered, motioning his hand to point at her and then at himself, “means to me,” he finished, cautiously cupping her face in his rough hands.
And he breathed in relief when she leaned into his touch, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“I cooked us a meal, lit up candles and I only wore this dress so you could take it off,” she admitted, a tinge of pink rising on her cheeks, betraying her sadness. “And you just had to go and mess everything up,” she sighed, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around him, clinging to his torso while resting her face in the cervix of his neck, ignoring the dried blood that covered his clothes and exposed skin.
“And I’m so sorry darling,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I swear I’ll never do something like this again,” he smiled, swaying them side to side.
Y/n detached herself from him then, her hair a bit ruffled due to his touch. “Please don’t,” she chuckled, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before weaving their fingers together and walking towards the bathroom.
“You better not show up some day covered in your own blood,” Y/n warned him as she sat him on the bathroom counter and wetted a towel.
She began wiping the blood off of him with ease, having done this a million and more times by now. And she’d just wiped down his neck when she realised that he had way more blood on him that she’d expected, and some in his hair as well.
“Why don’t you just take a shower? You genuinely have blood everywhere, hell it’s even in your hair,” she laughed and didn’t wait for his answer as she went on to turn on the shower and nodded her head at him, urging him to get in already.
“You’re not joining me, are you?” Klaus asked, teasingly and nervously.
“You wish, don’t you?” She grinned before walking out, her ears picking up on him mumbling how she very well knew that he did.
And Y/n had just been sitting on the bed, waiting for him when he finally walked out of the shower, in a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. And his drenched curls stuck to his forehead while water shone off of his chiselled chest, a teasing smirk on his mouth as he looked at her while she took him in.
He began walking towards her, a certain glint in his eyes as he watched her shut off the book in her lap and place it on her bedside table. Once he stood beside her, he took her hands in his and began moving so that she’d stand up and walk with him.
Leaning in, he hovered his mouth over hers before tilting his head slightly so that he was whispering in her ear.
“You said you’d only worn this dress so I could take it off… yes?” He asked her, beginning to sway the two of them across the room, listening in to hear her heartbeat picking up while her heavy breath fanned his neck.
Y/n hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close when he began pressing feather light kisses up her neck. She looked at him with intrigue when he stood the both of them in front of the mirror, looking at her with the slightest smirk from behind.
“Gonna still let me take you up on that offer, darling?” he asked, his fingers dancing across her shoulders until she nodded her head, and whispered a small yes.
“Gonna let me show you how much truly special you are to me?” He asked again, clearly teasing her as he fingers travelled to her back. He pressed his mouth against her jaw when she nodded again, eyes still on her in the mirror as he began nipping at her skin, leaving behind the very first hickey.
He undid the chain of the dress, letting it slump off of her torso and expose her naked breasts to him. No bra, he grinned, licking the bruising skin on her jaw as a blush creeped up on the highs of her cheeks.
From behind, his hands slithered across her skin, from her back to now her breasts, flicking the hardened nipples as he littered love bites all over her neck.
He made sure that while he touched her, his eyes remained locked with hers. She knew after so many years with him that he preferred eye contact during such intimate moments, that he preferred to see how much effect he had on her – how he had her at his mercy just by touch.
“Klaus,” she breathed with pleading eyes and let her head fall against his chest as he began to force the rest of her dress to slip off of her figure.
“Darling,” Klaus smiled, turning her around once she’d stepped out of the dress that was merely a pool on the floor now. He picked her up, bridal style and walked over to their bed, laying her on it gently unlike other times when he’d roughly toss her on it. After all, he had some apologising to do tonight.
Moving to hover above her, Klaus resumed his kisses and marks, slipping lower and lower on her body until her fingers were clutching his curls while he bit lightly on the lowest point of her stomach.
“Stop all this teasing now, Klaus,” Y/n asked of him, propping herself up on her elbows to look at him with a rather scolding look as he looked back at her with mischievousness swimming in his eyes.
“Only because I’m truly sorry,” Klaus grinned at her, teasing her for the final time before he pressed his mouth against her aching core, licking up her hole to her clit, spreading her arousal before he could actually begin.
Y/n’s breathing hitched and a moan escaped her mouth when she felt him increase his pace a bit. His fingers dug into the skin on her hips as he kept his hold tight on her, forcing himself as close to her pussy as he could, his nose breathing in her scent and tongue lapping up her wetness.
“Oh Klaus,” she whined when he shifted all his attention on her clit, sucking on it until he began feeling a tremor coursing through her thighs.
He went back to licking up her arousal then, wanting to prolong her orgasm to give her a good one instead. And his own grunts began to vibrate against her core when he began to rub against the bed, causing her arousal begin dripping down his chin.
“You taste fucking amazing, darling,” he told her as he pushed a finger inside her with ease, quickly adding another one at the realisation of just how open and ready he’d got her dawned on him.
Y/n mewled above him, her moans turning into louder groans as he pushed himself against her core again, flicking her clit with his tongue while pumping his fingers inside her at a fast pace. Her eyes fell shut as the knot in her belly began to move lower and lower, a pleasing and burning sensation coursing through her body, causing her to begin shaking.
Her thighs instinctively closed shut around Klaus’ head, her hands pushing against his head to get away from him, making him increase his pace even more.
“Klaus, please!” She cried out to him, begging for release while her back arched off the bed, her eyes flying open when Klaus detached his mouth from her, keeping his fingers at work regardless.
“Look at me,” he breathed, her arousal smeared across his mouth, along with a couple strings connecting his mouth and her core.
And he went right back to messing with her now puffy clit once he had her eyes on him. Noises of his tongue licking her up and down began to fill the room along with the ones coming from him fingering her, and her hips stuttered to move just once more before she was crying out, trying with all her might to get away from his mouth as she grew more and more sensitive as he made her ride out her orgasm.
Klaus finally stopped after a couple more kitten licks then, crawling back up to her to kiss her. And he had just cupped her jaw when she flipped them over, now straddling his naked hips as the towel remained lying near the foot of the bed.
And she began lining his hardened cock against her pussy, slowly sinking down on him until he was fully inside her. She placed her hands on top of his which were situated on her waist and then she began moving up and down, increasing her pace with each jump.
“Only because I’m forgiving you,” she lazily grinned at him, making him chuckle hoarsely.
Klaus’ hands slowly slithered up her torso then, and cupped her breasts as their bouncing in his face was going to make him reach his high embarrassingly fast.
And when he noticed her pace slowing down, he placed his hold back on her waist to hold her in place while he thrusted up into her, fucking her well enough for her to lean forward and hover over him with her eyes clenched shut.
“Fucking hell,” Klaus gritted as her breasts were now back in his face, bouncing so prettily that he couldn’t help but take one of her nipples in his mouth to tease her into another orgasm now.
“Oh I’m gonna cum again,” she moaned close to his ears, and it was enough to make him slip his hand between their connected bodies and rub her clit, all while he felt himself growing closer and closer to tipping over the edge himself.
“Give it to me darling – give it to your husband,” Klaus groaned as he felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm slipping past her entrance and onto the base of his cock, making him spill inside her with a loud moan.
Making a few more deep and hard thrusts, Klaus finally stopped, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy as Y/n laid on top of him, wrapping her arms around his torso.
“I fear you’ll need another shower, Klaus,” Y/n giggled, laughing harder when he sped both of them into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, kissing her with a wide grin on his own mouth.
“Please buy more dresses just for me to take them off, my love,” Klaus told her, his teasing grin turning into dropped jaw when her arse brushed against him, eliciting an even deeper moan from him when she pressed herself further into him and began peppering kisses across his chest, nipping at the skin every once in a while just to hear him hiss.
“For the entirety of eternity, yes?” She grinned, yelling in surprise when he pushed her against the wall and pressed his mouth on hers, mumbling a hoarse ‘yes’ as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
AN: let’s pretend I posted this yesterday like I wanted. But this year really didn’t feel like Christmas & I’m desperately trying to chase that festive feeling. I hope y’all had a great holiday tho! Please enjoy this lil Klaus fic, I’ve wanted to write something for this movie ever since I first saw it & finally got around to it. Just a short & silly lil fic, nothing too crazy. Not sure if Alva’s ooc, but I like the idea of her being completely smitten with the new cringe fail mailman so I went with that. Mogens ships them so hard, but really it’s just more fuel for teasing. Merry late Christmas, & happy holidays!
For years, Alva has wanted nothing more than to leave this loathsome, frozen wasteland of hate where dreams come to die. She thought teaching in a northern village at the edge of the world would be charming, quaint even.
Except it was pure and utter hell from the moment she arrived. Mogens even stooped so low as to pull the battle bell trick on her: an innocent, bright eyed teacher who just wanted to know where all the children were.
"Well, you gotta ring the school bell. How else will they know class is in session?"
"Shouldn't the bell be attached to the school?" she questioned, eying the rusty bell warily, holding the rope in a loose grip.
"Sadly, this was all we could afford," Mogens sighed sadly and shook his head. Alva shrugged, and pulled the rope.
She shuddered at the memory, cursing the ferryman under her breath. Sometimes, his jokes went too far, but that's just classic Mogens.
As she looked around, things didn't seem so bad. Sure she'd chipped away at half of her savings by now, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to stay. And now, there was actually a reason to. Those kids needed her. And they were the spark that she needed in her life.
But... surely another spark wouldn't hurt.
She found herself thinking about Jesper more than she cared to admit- hell, she was doing it now. But there was just something about him that drew her in. Sure he was a bit whiny and stuck up, but he had a tender heart. And if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be walking home from school with a smile on her face.
It was the greatest gift anyone could have given her.
If anyone asked, Alva would say her cheeks were so flushed from the cold. Definitely no other reason.
She had to stop by the store to grab a few things, noticing a pack of Christmas cards by the checkout. She grabbed them on a whim, tossing them onto the counter along with the loaf of bread and milk. She didn't even know what she'd do with them; they just looked pretty, and Christmas was right around the corner.
She supposed she could give one to Mogens. For the longest time, he was the closest thing she had to a friend, despite all the jokes made at her expense. He offered begrudging support whenever she needed it, and conversation when she was lonely. A card would be nice. Not that he'd ever admit it. He'll probably laugh at it.
Oh well, he could use some holiday cheer.
And if she was giving one to him, then she should absolutely give one to Jesper. It would just be plain rude not to! And to be completely honest, she bought them with him in mind. He was doing so much for everyone else, but what had he gotten in return?
The woodsman also deserved a card. Such a recluse could use a bit of human connection and kindness. She wasn't quite sure, but something told her that he would appreciated the sentiment.
As she made her list, she came to a stunning realization. They had a postman. An honest to God, working postman who didn't leave after a month. Which meant that she could actually send a card to her family.
Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that for once, there would still be a mailman around by the time they send a response.
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Envelopes in hand, she waltzed right into the post office. Mogens leaned on the counter, chatting with Jesper as he tried his best to ignore him. He heard the doorbell chime, calling out, "Just a minute," as he finished organizing his desk. He turned around expecting to see another child, lighting up when he saw Alva instead.
"Well hello stranger! Fancy seeing you here," he teased. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Mogens snorted, clearly amused.
"Hi Jesper, Mogens," the tone of her greeting shifted drastically depending on who was addressed. "I just need to mail some letters."
"Really? That's a shock, I didn't know you had friends," the ferryman chuckled snidely.
She fixed him with a harsh glare, sneering, "Like you do?"
"Sure, got three of 'em, right here," he drawled.
Jesper opened his mouth to speak, "Aw, that's-"
"And their names are me myself and I. Ha!" He barked out a laugh at his own joke, slapping a hand on his knee.
"Heeey!" Jesper scolded, which only made him laugh harder.
"Don't worry, you're working your way up to an acquaintance," he taunted. Jesper rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with a huff.
"Lucky me."
Alva watched the exchange with a fond expression, a smirk playing at her lips. Mogens caught her staring and shot her a wink. Her eyes widened and a blush spread across her cheeks. Her blush darkened when he proceeded to prod Jesper's side, earning a loud shriek.
"Lighten up, will ya!" he teased, smirking in response to the mailman's glare, but it didn't hold a candle to Alva's steely gaze. Not that it was a competition or anything.
"I'll pass," Jesper deadpanned, negated by the smile twitching at his lips. Mogens shrugged, walking backwards towards the door.
"Alright then. I'll leave you to your mail," he waved goodbye before shutting the door, leaving the pair alone.
"What's that supposed to mean? Like, why'd he say it like that? Mail," he mocked, smiling proudly when Alva giggled.
"Oh you know how he is," she shook her head, leaning against the front desk. "But believe it or not, I really do have something to mail."
"Do you now?" he asked, quirking a brow.
She pulled the envelopes out of her pocket, and his eyes lit up.
"Four somethings! You know, I think this is a new record," he mused as he took the small stack from her. He began stamping, but something caught his eye. "Wait, what's this? Is- is this my name?" he asked, pointing at the letter clearly marked Jesper Johansson in fancy letters.
"Well would you look at that, the postman can read," she taunted to distract from her own growing embarrassment.
"Oho, we're gonna play that game, are we? In that case, I think I'll read it right now," he countered, making sure to stamp it before reaching for the letter opener.
"You can't read that right now!" she sounded just a smidge more frantic than she was going for, but it made Jesper stop in his tracks.
"Uuuh, why not?" he asked.
"Because... it's a Christmas card, so you have to wait!" she justified.
"Ha! That silly little rule only applies to children and presents. Everyone knows that," he brushed her off, tearing open the envelope.
The last thing Alva wanted was to be standing there while he read what she wrote. It was sappy and cheesy, and she even drew a Christmas tree! He was supposed to read it at home, when she was nowhere around to see his reaction!
Alva acted quickly, snatching the card from his hands just as he was about to open it. "Hey, what gives!"
"I told you what gives," she smirked triumphantly. She hopped up to sit on his desk, swinging her feet as she hummed a Christmas song. Jesper eyed her from behind, moving ever so slowly before suddenly reaching out to snatch it from her grasp.
"Aha! I win!" he proclaimed, waving the card in the air. Alva yelped when he yanked it away, spinning around to face him.
"Give that back!"
"See, I really would, buuuut, you mailed this to me, so I'd need a return stamp to give it back, and I'm fresh out," he explained, sporting an exaggerated pout to aid in the lie, even if he knew it wouldn't fool her for a second.
"Don't need it back, just want you to wait 'til Christmas," she bargained. Jesper looked from Alva, to the card, then back to Alva.
"And if I don't..." he trailed off, looking expectantly.
She remembered the way he jumped when Mogens poked his side and smirked.
"Then I'll do this." Rather than explain herself, she lunged forward, skittering her fingers up his ribs. He squealed and threw himself against the back wall to get away.
"NOHO! How did you even kno- Mogens!" he gasped at the realization. He tickled him in front of Alva on purpose! He was sure of it!
"To be honest, I probably would've figured it out," she said casually, as though she wasn't currently taking him apart. "You just look like you'd be crazy ticklish," she couldn't help but tease.
Jesper flailed and yelped as she moved to his belly, doubling over in laughter.
"Thahahat's like thehe meanest thihihing you've ehever said tohoho mehehe!" he whined, slowly sinking to the floor. She followed him, kneeling beside him.
"Really? 'Cause I meant it as a compliment." And she did. He was awkward and lanky, with a dorky smile and goofy laugh; how could he be anything other than incredibly sensitive?
Jesper's blush darkened at her words, and he curled into a protective ball on the ground. He swatted weakly at her hands, bubbly giggles spilling out.
"Wehehell ihihit's not aha very good one!" he managed to speak through his laughter, so clearly she wasn't tickling enough.
"What, you don't agree?" she cooed, reaching up to scribble behind his ears. Jesper let out a loud snort, immediately slapping not one, but both hands over his mouth. Alva didn't bother hiding her delight, "Oho my God, you snort, too? That's adorable!"
Jesper was sure he was going to die. What a way to go: tickled to death by his (admittedly kinda mean) crush. Arguably worse than freezing to death, and with none of the dignity.
He shook his head frantically, muffled squeals and snorts mingling with his trapped laughter.
"No? Then what would you call it?" she taunted, but Jesper was nothing if not a stubborn brat.
"Hohow about ugly and stupid?" Even though he meant what he said, he really did mean it as a joke. Maybe even garner up enough sympathy to make her stop.
"What did you just say?"
Uh oh.
"I-I uh-"
Clearly that was the wrong thing to say.
"You don't need to be so hard on yourself, Jesper. Take it back," she demanded. He opened his mouth to argue, but twitching fingers along his waist drew out a bark of laughter instead.
"OHOKAY, FINE! You wihihin! I'll dohoho ahahanythihing you wahahant!" he pleaded, unsure how long he could last under such torture. Alva hummed in thought, smirking proudly.
"Anything, huh?" she asked, giggling when Jesper merely groaned. "How about you just save that card for Christmas, and we'll call it even."
"Even? HA! You call that round of torture getting even? For a- a joke! Yeah right, I think you just enjoy bullying me," he complained more so just to be dramatic.
"Yeah well, you make it pretty easy," she drawled, offering him a hand up. He glared at her for a moment before accepting the gesture.
"What're you talking about? I didn't do anything!"
"That's what makes it so easy," she shot back, leaving him speechless. She slipped his Christmas card back in the opened envelope and handed it back.
"You..." he trailed off, shaking the card in her direction in a chastising motion, "Are a piece of work."
She smirked and gave a small shrug. "Aw, thank you!"
"Y'know, I think you might have your compliments and your insults mixed up," he teased, watching as she slowly made her way to the door.
"Or maybe you do."
Jesper had no time to question what she meant before she slipped out the door, back into the cold.
Plot: Marie believes herself to be second to Caroline in Klaus's eyes, never able to be seen the same way. Once Klaus learns this, he realizes he must correct this mistake.
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Marie
Note: This is a personalized one shot for @stargirl-05, for being a Runner-Up in a recent Writing Challenge I held. It is not a Reader Insert, but a insert for 'Marie'.
Warnings: Some angst but that is it!
Words: 779
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As you walked towards the center of town, your thoughts were interrupted when you saw Klaus enter your field of vision. You slowed in step for only a moment before you continued down your path.
Your breath was uneven as your ears burned a little hotter. He always made you nervous, even at a distance. You enjoyed his company, and found pleasure in his attention, especially when he was flirty and charming.
Whether or not those around you tried to convince you that he was bad, and that he could never truly love, you still spent time with him. You could sense the good in him, and you drew it out of him a little bit more each day.
There was only one set back that truly stopped you from showing him that you felt truly connected to him.
Caroline.
You felt the doubt, jealously and hurt ricochet through your chest as you saw Klaus approach Caroline. His smile stretched wide, and she crossed her arms. Their sarcastic banter and odd friendship obvious to anyone. But you knew there was more. Or had been.
Klaus was fond of Caroline, and you knew that for a time he even held strong feelings for her. As much as you wanted to believe those feelings did not exist, the way he looked at her made you doubt it.
Turning, you walked back the way you came. Not wanting to get closer. You no longer wanted to see the smile he held for her.
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Hearing the knock on your door, you felt a sense of unease wash over you. Who is here so late in the evening, and why?
Peaking through the peep-hole, you felt your chest clench at the sight on the other side of the door. Stepping away, you considered not opening the door, until you heard his smooth voice speak from the other side.
"Marie, I know you're in there love."
Letting out a long breath, you pulled open the door. Seeing Klaus smile widely at you, the familiar butterflies filled your stomach.
"What are you doing here Klaus?" You asked nonchalantly.
You saw his face flicker with a small sense of disappointment, before his charm ensued. "Well I just wanted to see you, love."
Feeling your facade of disinterest slip away as his smile melted your heart, you remembered what you had felt earlier in the day.
Keeping your face even, and voice disciplined you spoke, "If you are just bored, go somewhere else please."
You saw his face drop before he looked at you with confusion. "Have I don't something to upset you love?"
Letting out a sigh you tilted your head back. "Would you please stop calling me that?"
Really, you adored when he called you 'love', but it felt so disingenuous now.
Klaus frowned a bit as his eyes peered at you. "You're angry at me. Why?"
You shrugged. "I just don't want to be your boredom killer. Maybe Caroline is free." You went to close your door, but Klaus reached out and held it open.
"Caroline?" He asked slowly and you felt your chest tighten, you shouldn't have let that slip.
Stepping into your house, he stared at you softly as he closed the door behind him. "Is that jealousy I sense in your voice?"
"I'm not jealous Klaus, I'm simply accepting my place." He tilted his head softly, an unspoken question on his face. "Second." You added and you saw his face fall.
"What?" He asked blunty.
"Are you saying it's not true? That I'm not second to Caroline in your eyes. That I'm what you are settling for because you can't have her?"
Klaus took a step closer, as he peered into your eyes. The genuine concern and surprise in his eyes was evident. He placed his hands gently on either side of your arms.
"You are, and never will be second to anyone. I will admit, there was a time when I fancied Caroline. But then I met you, and all thoughts of her I had, were replaced with thoughts of you. I still talk with her, yes, banter, yes, because she reminds me of me. But you, you are more to me that she ever was. Do you hear me Marie? And if you want me to never speak to her again, I will, if that is what you want."
Your breath was caught in your throat as he spoke, but shaking your head and taking a breath you almost smiled in relief.
"No, you don't need to do that. I believe you."
Klaus smiled softly at you, relief washing over him. "Good." Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your head.
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The longer Jesper stood at the window of Klaus's home, the more he realized that he would not be getting home any time soon, with a blizzard moving down from the mountains and working it's way towards town.
"Still thinking of trying to make it back to town?" Klaus asked from behind him, looking towards the window from where he sat near the fire.
"No, not really."
"Ah, yes, that would mean you're thinking at all."
Jesper, turned, ready to defend his horribly insulted, and huge, mind you, absolutely huge, intellect, but a smile pulled at the corner of Klaus's mouth and his eyes crinkled in the way that meant he was just this side of actual, rare laughter, so Jesper considered it an insult worth bearing. "I think, you know, not well, but I do think from time to time."
Klaus's laughter rang through the cabin, and Jesper felt the warmth he always felt near Klaus bubble up inside his chest and overflow.
"You do think, do you?" Klaus said through his laughter. "Well, what are some of the things you think?"
"Well, right now I think that I'm cold -"
"Jesper, you're always cold."
"Yes, but I also think that you should get over here and do something about it."
Klaus's laughter died down, and he pulled himself up from the chair and met Jesper at the window, wrapping him up in his arms and pulling him close. He dropped a kiss down onto Jesper's head. "That was a very good thought you had; a major improvement from your usual ones."
Jesper laughed shortly. "Thanks, I thought so too."
He wrapped his arms as far around Klaus as he could get them, burying his head in the taller man's chest.
TW: car accident, underage drinking, mentions of major character death, blood mentions, descriptions of vomiting, angst
Word Count: 7,500
Prompt: Klaus’s first Christmas without Ben
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It wasn’t particularly unusual for the house to be quiet. Reginald Hargreeves quite preferred it that way, in fact; would go out of his way to keep any and all noise as hushed as he could so his work could continue undisrupted. Not ever really silent, per se, but suppressed enough to feel like it.
But this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. Right now, this is different. The quiet is no longer a hovering presence, it’s haunting and clinging, dripping and dragging along every surface like spilled syrup.
It isn’t really even a lack of noise. Silence isn’t a full lack, not always. It’s the lack of voices, specifically, because there’s plenty of noise, but Klaus’s ears still ring at the nothingness. A house full of sixteen-year-olds, and not one of them with a word to part with.
You don’t realize how grating the sound of clinking and scraping forks on china is until it’s all you can hear.
Klaus has a plate piled with Grace’s cooking, potatoes and honey ham and prime rib and casserole and seemingly every other food imaginable, enough to cover every inch of the long oak dinner table in trays, pans, and bowls. Klaus can hardly see any of his siblings over the food, sees even less of them when he ducks his head and lets his overgrown curls flop down and cover his vision. His vision, which is swimming and unfocused, and has been for a while.
His hands are in his lap, twitching and fidgeting, and his silverware and plate of no-longer-steaming food are just as Grace left them nearly a half hour ago. Somewhere on the other side of the table, a fork clatters to the floor. There’s an awkward mumble of apology and a scrape of wooden chair legs on tile. Klaus doesn’t bother to look up and assess it.
You see, he’s thinking. He’s thinking, but he’s also not, at the same time. Klaus, Number Four, he’s got his eyes trained on a set of chair legs under the table, has his hands gripping and clawing at his thighs while he looks at the empty chair his father couldn’t be bothered to move. Or rather, left there on purpose.
Yeah, I’ll bet that sick bastard knows what he’s doing, keeping it there, Klaus thinks without meaning to. Maybe he mumbles it aloud, too, but his stomach is churning and his mind is teetering too much for him to be able to know for sure.
Right now, he doesn’t know a whole hell of a lot. Doesn’t really want to. He knows what he needs to; knows that his dear old dad is going to rot one day. Knows that when the old man kicks it he’s gonna spit on his grave.
And knows that doing that isn’t going to change anything. Nothing is going to change the cold hard fact, the big picture.
Klaus spares a glance up and to his right. He puts a real effort into focusing his eyes, wants to get a good look at his sister.
Vanya is looking right back, but there isn’t any discernible meaning to her gaze. She’s got shadows beneath her eyes fit to rival the ones that crawl and thrash beneath Klaus’s bed and scream for him to save them, and if he could make himself do it, Klaus would lift the corner of his mouth in a smile to soften her pain. But he can’t right now, he can’t do much of anything besides hold himself upright with a hand on the table’s edge and hope she can feel his solidarity.
Directly beside him, Allison sets her glass down with a muffled thunk, and reaches for her fork to poke aimlessly at her potatoes. Klaus has better things to do than pay attention to that, though. He needs to seethe, needs to clench his teeth and eyes closed and let his anger loose to pool in his stomach, to writhe with the half bottle of liquor he downed before dragging his ass down to this miserable Christmas dinner. It isn’t a hard thing to do, let the leash on his anger go limp. At this point it really isn’t even a choice, just something that comes with using booze as a shield. The hard part, the part he has to focus on and put his effort into, is keeping it down.
His stomach is burning warm, coiling up on him, nasty words and bile rising nice and steady, like mercury in a thermometer. But Klaus holds it; the boy’s had his share of practice at this, one of the few things he’s good at.
He breathes. In and out, good and slow. It’s far from refreshing, but it’s steadying. The air is stale and too hot, the thermostat turned up way too high to compensate for the winter air. It smells like cold food, smells like dust and unease.
Klaus’s chest spasms when he exhales. He ignores it, grips the table harder, breathes in again. He knows he’s being looked at, but now isn’t the time to open his eyes and see who’s staring. He has a pretty good feeling he already knows, anyway.
More clinking, more scraping, silver on porcelain.
Klaus bets Luther is nearly done eating, bets Allison is too. He can picture them, scurrying off and away from the table, trading secret looks like they’re getting away with something. Like they aren’t obvious. He jolts, stomach clenches and threatens to rise up into his throat.
His eyes scrunch tighter, but he holds it together, digs his uneven nails against the thick wood of the table and breathes, breathes, breathes. He can vaguely hear his father clear his throat in that haughty way he does when he has some shit to spit in Klaus’s face, but that doesn’t matter.
Lock me up in the mausoleum for as many hours as you’d like, fucker, I don’t care. I’m done.
He may have said that aloud, too, but that’s neither here nor there. If he did, no one offered any reaction.
“Number Four, you must eat. You’re scrawny as it is, at this rate you’ll waste away and join Number Six in the grave.”
That sick fuck, that disgusting, awful, absolutely unfazed man.
God, Klaus wants to slam his father’s head against the wood of this table. Wants to land his elbow right into the old man’s eye socket, break his stupid fucking monacle in the process. His fingers twitch in his lap, scratch at his thighs through his pants hard enough that it might be painful, if he could be bothered to care enough. He cracks his eyes open long enough to give his father a hard glare, all dark dilated eyes and fury. As much fury as a sixteen year old can, but shouldn’t have to, hold.
He doesn’t mean to, doesn’t want to, but he trembles, something like rage and pain climbing up his spine and streaming out of his pores. He holds eye contact with his adoptive father and grits his teeth, scrunches his face involuntarily. In the corner of his vision, Vanya tap tap taps on the table with her fingers, and shoots him a pleading glance begging him Don’t, but he pays her no mind. This doesn’t concern her, doesn’t concern anybody but him and his old man.
“Oh, you would just love that, wouldn’t you? Be some sweet irony, huh? Kid who speaks to the dead becoming one of them?” Klaus spits.
He wants to die. He wants it as much as Ben didn’t, but he knows better than to entertain the thought, doesn’t want to give the tyrant at the head of the table the satisfaction of winning. Worse, for every ounce of his being that craves to be put out of his misery, another part fears it, revolts and shivers at the idea of finding out just what torment lies beyond the veil even a moment sooner than he has to. He wants the idea of death.
Klaus gags, forces the nasty mix of emotions and alcohol down. Keeps all of his focus, all of his intensity on his dad’s ugly mug.
His face tints pink, flushes down to his neck. He’s got his father’s attention now, it’s too late to take a step back. Allison is tense beside him, fingers gripping her fork like her life depends on it, but what she does doesn’t matter. What she thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing matters like this does, nothing is as important right now as the red-hot hatred swelling at the front of Klaus’s skull, the same anger that’s begging to spill out and right into Reginald Hargreeves face.
The old man looks detached, but what else is new? Klaus supposes he can’t really even be detached, was never really attached in the first place. All the same, the man sets his silverware aside on a napkin, turns his full attention to his seemingly least favorite kid of the hour.
Klaus is huffing for breath, he realizes. He doesn’t stop, though. Keeps breathing heavy, eyes locked on every miniscule movement his father makes, waiting, just waiting for that rat bastard to say something to fuel the fire. He doesn’t give a shit that Allison is cringing away from him and the liquor on his breath, doesn’t mind Luther’s warning glare, won’t look at Vanya. Diego’s vision is locked onto his dinner plate, hands passing a butter knife back and forth to keep busy.
“I’d suggest you steady yourself, Number Four.” Is all he gets, no anger, no insult, just an unimpressed stare and disciplined tone, and in truth, that’s even worse. That’s all Klaus needed.
“How about you-” Klaus leaps to his feet too quick, hits his leg on the table’s edge and knocks his chair backwards with a painfully loud THUD in the process. He doesn’t notice all of his siblings flinch. He keeps his hands planted on the table, knows he would wobble obviously if he didn’t do so. “How about you, you steady yourself.”
Reginald raises an eyebrow, quirks his mouth. He looks so utterly unsurprised, so wholly unbothered. Maybe even a little disappointed that Klaus couldn’t come up with something better.
In this moment, Klaus hates him. Hates him. Knows he couldn’t make humour of this feeling, that his blood feels hot enough to burn through his veins and bones and skin and melt him down into a mess on the floor. Klaus’s teeth could break with how hard he’s biting down on nothing, but he doesn’t care, can’t feel anything but burning and can’t see anything but his father’s pompous, arrogant face.
Then it’s gone.
The boy’s shoulders slump, the muscles in his face relax. Hatred is hard. It’s draining, even for just a second of it. Oh, he wishes he could hold it in for longer, but it isn’t a choice. It drops down to his feet and into the floor below them without Klaus’s permission.
How anticlimactic.
“Sit down. Eat what is on your plate, and we will talk afterwards.”
The thing about Reginald, a little detail about him when it comes to Klaus: talk doesn’t mean talk. Talk means Klaus screams and cries and claws at the freezing stone walls of a mausoleum, listens to the clack of his father’s shoes become distant. Talk means Reginald pierces Klaus with his cold, unforgiving gaze while he declares that Klaus needs just a few more hours of terror; slams the door shut to finalize it, but not before Klaus begs for him to Please, let me out!
Talk is a threat.
Klaus is gone from the table and halfway out the door before he really understands what he’s doing, and even then he doesn’t really know the why of the situation. His father is shouting something or other at him from the table, but he doesn’t stand, won’t leave ‘family dinner’.
The spare keys to the car find their way into Klaus’s hands, though he doesn’t recall lifting up the matt to get them. Doesn’t matter, he has them and he’s going to use them.
Klaus lets the door slam behind him, huffs for breath once he’s outside, chest falling, lifting, falling again, rapid like his pulse. His legs are shaking, and so is the rest of him, but it isn’t because of the fat snowflakes drifting down in flurries, white flashes in the porchlight. The shake and shiver in Klaus’s bones is all adrenaline and alcohol; energy and emotion and fear and fury that he plans to use, he just doesn’t know what for, yet.
And he’s off.
The path to the car seems to be paved in ice, with the way Klaus slips and slides and falls on his ass, nothing but the thin pants of his academy uniform to cushion the falls. But that’s just another thing that doesn’t matter, another thing that stands to fuel the stifling fever in his belly that demands that he DO SOMETHING!
He does something.
Oh, he does something alright.
He sits his scrawny ass down in the driver’s seat of Reginald’s car and starts it up, buckles himself in, puts it in drive. He’s got a junior license, an empty stomach save for liquor, no supervision, and no idea what he’s going to do now.
So, he drives. Not particularly well, but he does it. And as he drives, he decides what he wants to do.
He wants to do everything that he shouldn’t. Wants to hit the gas as he approaches his turn and twist the wheel until the car swerves as sharp as it can, red light be damned. Klaus wants to go as fast as he can, push his anger out through the pressure of his foot on the gas pedal. He wants to move the car from too-far-left to too-far-right in the lane, wants to test just how rotten his luck can get.
Of course, he doesn’t really want to do any of this. Doesn’t like how his shaking hasn’t stopped, how it’s actually gotten worse. He knows he shouldn’t be driving right now. But it doesn’t matter if he wants this or not, if he should be doing it; it’s happening and Klaus doesn’t know if he can stop, so he has to bluff.
He’s only circling the block. He figures that out after seven laps, but it’s just something that clicks in his mind. He tosses it aside after a few seconds, can’t really keep any one thought in the spotlight for long. It’s starting to feel dizzying, the flash of lights from all around reflecting in the snow, the same path over and over again. It’s all looking blurry, but blurry is kind of nice. Doesn’t take much of his focus to decipher blurs. His foot eases off the pedal, a bit unsteadily, but it does all the same.
Too late does Klaus realize that his eyes are, and have been, unfocused, that he’s been slumping forward against his seatbelt, hands slackening on the wheel. He’s thankful for how much his speed has dropped, though he doesn’t remember slowing, when he feels the slam and jolt of collision.
The cars collide hard, hard enough that Klaus clenches his eyes closed like he’s done several times tonight, and keeps them that way, body tense in his seat and airbag deployed. He waits, in terror, to feel the sensation of a spirit leaving a body, a trickle of cold water down his back, but there’s nothing. Nothing but his heart beating against his ribcage and the sound of himself swallowing breath after breath after breath.
Someone nearby is screaming, but it isn’t pained, Klaus is sure. It’s the voice of someone angry and scared and ready to beat his ass at the first chance they get, but whoever is yelling is okay, and it’s such a relief that he goes slack against his seatbelt, hands dropping from the wheel long enough to put the car in park, then into his lap.
He doesn’t get to simply sit and simmer for long, though, the universe decides. Does he ever? Has there ever been a time Klaus has been allowed to just be?
There’s a rap on the window, three taps followed by a rush of cold air and a flood of yellow light from above the dashboard, signalling the opening of a car door Klaus would later recall having locked.
The light and chilled breeze aren’t enough to mean anything to him, aren’t enough to click in his mind that he just may want to sit up now and see whose car he’s wrecked, besides his father’s. Klaus isn’t asleep, mind you. Sick would be a better word. A near empty stomach, a mind full of emotion, and veins full of the worst sort of adrenaline are all heavy things to carry, they all take their toll.
Right now, Klaus wants to be in his room. Klaus wants to hold one of his flat pillows to his face and scream until the case is covered in spit and snot and tears, then throw that pillow across the room, retrieve it, and punch it until he collapses, until he can’t hold himself up anymore.
He wants to do the same to his father, and maybe even himself. Scratch that, especially himself.
He wants to dig through the middle drawer of his dresser until his fingers brush either a glass bottle or a tiny, rattling baggie, whichever he finds first, and he wants to forget about the leftovers that will be overflowing the fridge and fill himself up with his self-medication instead.
He wants a lot of things, right now, but to open his eyes and face this mess is not one of them. Good thing he’s used to doing things he doesn’t want to.
Looking in the car door is a woman, mid-thirties maybe, dark skin, tired eyes, and a blue coat paired with pajama pants. Klaus wonders where she was going before he rear-ended her car, wonders how much worse this could have been if he was going faster, or if he hit from a different angle. For a second, he feels like a child again, though really he still is one.
He feels like he did three years ago, when he tagged along with the academy at a bank heist. He remembers watching.
Watching, from across the room while so much happened at once, gunshots and yelling and hostages running past him. And what was he to do? What part did he play? None. He was to be still, to stand by while his siblings (besides Vanya, of course) all played their part. He remembers Ben, too, on that day. Ben, soaked in quickly drying, tacky blood. Ben, who stayed silent the whole drive home, and the rest of the night too. Ben, who later confided in Klaus that he was so drained from what he’d done, what their father made him do. The same kid who drew puppies in sidewalk chalk when they were younger, the same Ben who used to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything, the new book he’d gotten, the weird bug he’d seen earlier; laying on Klaus’s bed, staring at the ceiling, and whispering I wish I hadn’t looked when I did it. I wish I didn’t see their faces, and Sometimes it still feels like there’s dried blood all over me, and I can’t get it off.
Klaus opens his eyes and blinks. Hard.
“Kid?”
It takes a minute for him to register that this is the same woman who had sounded ready to throttle him moments before. Her voice is low and hesitant when she speaks that one word, scared to startle him, scared that her impression that only the cars were damaged is wrong.
Klaus doesn’t reply, not verbally. Instead he slaps his hands against his chest until they find his seatbelt and rips at it, but there’s no give. He clutches it tight, pulls and pulls and panics and kicks his feet and wriggles in his seat until he hears the telltale click. He wastes no time flinging the belt off, pays no mind to the woman whose car he wrecked snatching her hands back and away from the buckle.
As soon as he’s disentangled, Klaus leaps to his feet, out of the car and onto the icy sidewalk that takes him right back down again. The woman offers assistance, but he can’t bring himself to take it, feels selfish, feels awful for ruining her night and feels too guilty to accept her kindness.
He crawls until he finds the pole of a streetlight to grip and use to haul himself up, and once that’s done he falls again, smacks his head against the pole on his way down. He’s too intoxicated for this. He’s too overwhelmed.
He lets the lady help him up this time.
“Jesus, kid.” Either her hands are warm, Klaus’s are cold, or both, because the contact burns when she heaves him up and onto his feet, they sting uncomfortably. She tosses a glance at the wreck over her shoulder, bites her lip and sighs. “I don’t know just what in the Hell you were doing out here, boy, but you had better thank everything Holy that you didn’t kill yourself or someone else.”
He doesn't know what to say to that. It doesn’t seem like the kind of comment that begs a response, so he just nods. The woman keeps a firm grip on his hand, and tilts her head, one part irritated, the other concerned.
“You… really aren’t dressed to be out in this weather.”
“Yeah, well I’m not fit to be driving either, and yet.” Klaus’s tone tries for joking, but misses hard, lands on miserable with a hint of hopeless. He sounds weak, it’s amplified by the cracks in his voice and the bob of his Adam’s apple directly after his words. His breath whistles while he waits for her to say something, and his throat burns. The air is icy and thin, feels dry in his lungs.
She, this stranger with a newly wrecked car, shakes her head, but she doesn’t speak again. He wrenches his hand from hers, blinks a few times, then nods to his father’s car.
“My dad’s insurance information is in the glove box. He’ll have somebody take care of this.”
He’s gone, after that. Turns tail and starts walking, and if that poor woman yells after him or speaks any parting words, he doesn’t hear.
Driving laps around your block, it doesn’t get you very far from home. In fact, Klaus doesn’t have to walk more than five hundred yards before he’s on his father’s property again. Rather than aim for any particular door, Klaus simply keeps moving, goes wherever he goes, stumbling all the while.
He’s cold. That woman was right, his uniform was built for formality, not warmth. Most of his backside is wet with melted snow from his falls, and his shoes and socks are soaked through with slush. His face stings and feels chubby, swollen from the cold and probably from being whacked against a streetlight, too. But it’s whatever. It’s just like everything else, doesn’t matter.
Klaus trudges on and on. He keeps walking along, though he can’t help but lean one way or another, and his legs are stiff and his stomach is revolting. But he keeps going, makes it within twenty feet of the shitty statue of Ben that his father put up no more than a month ago before he collapses, falls to his hands and knees in the snow.
The statue is new, shiny despite the weather, and it looks down on Klaus, firm, unmoving, and cold, as statues often are. Klaus pries one of his hands out from the snow, shakes it a bit to get the wet clumps from between his fingers before bringing his hand to face and clawing, scratching at the numb itch frantically for a moment before planting his hand back down. His fingers are fat and pink, his legs are getting there too, he can feel it. Itchy, really itchy all over, and it stings and tingles.
Klaus doesn’t mind the pain all that much, though; at least, not the pain brought on by the cold. He’s more focused on the quick lurch of his stomach and the creeping sensation in his throat, more focused on the fact that he’s going to vomit, and, more importantly, that he’s going to vomit directly in front of a memorial to his dead brother.
He does. Vomit.
He spills his guts out in the snow, though there isn’t much to spill. He heaves and jolts, full body shudders blend seamlessly with the trembling of his lips. It’s all bile and alcohol, smells awful, but the smell doesn’t bother Klaus that much. He’s locked onto two things, one of them being catching his breath.
And the other being that damned statue.
God, he loathes it. Doesn’t know why Reginald had it built in the first place, considering the man hardly even took a moment to glance at the final product before having it placed smack in the middle of the courtyard. It’s his fault, Reginald’s, that Ben is gone now, anyway. Always pushed too hard, got that glaze over his eyes when he made Ben do the exact things the kid never wanted to.
Klaus retches again, but this time it’s just spit, just an empty stomach wanting to be even emptier, wanting to turn inside out. His hands are balled in the snow, but he can’t feel them, certainly can’t feel how hard his nails are digging into his palms or the blood freezing to the skin of his fists because of it.
The statue remains, stiff in posture and staring down at Klaus in an unforgiving way that Ben never would have. His neck hurts, all of him hurts, in truth, but he makes himself lift his head anyway, forces himself to look into the eyes of the shitty representation of his brother. There’s Christmas lights all over his father’s house behind the statue; the bluey-white LED kind that hurt to look at for too long, especially when there’s lots of them.
Paired with the clear sky and crescent moon, the lights are just bright enough to reflect off of Ben’s statue and the snow around it, to shine in Klaus’s eyes and make them water. There’s something building up in him, some tide crashing against a dam in his head when he looks up at the face frowning down at him, but he can’t tear himself away from it now.
So he sits and waits for whatever happens, feels his lips begin to tremble and lets them, feels hot tears build up and spill. He feels a lot of things then, on his hands and knees and thigh deep in snow.
“IT DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING LOOK LIKE YOU!”
That’s what he was waiting on, the words that broke the dam. They echo quite a bit, bounce off his father’s mansion and twist in the wind with the still-falling snow, but he doesn’t hear it over the screaming sobs that are shaking him, rattling his ribs and wasting the breaths he gasps and pants for. He’s all he can hear, his own pulse in his ears and every huff and whimper too loud. He wants to throw himself down in the snow and let it muffle him, let it catch his grief and hold it until it melts in the spring, but he’s aware enough to recall that directly in front of him is a pool of his own puke, and he isn’t going to crawl a few feet away to drop, feels too planned, too dramatic.
He stays as he is. Hunched in on himself, wailing and weeping and whimpering, he does it all. Sits there for long enough that once he’s calmed enough to breathe properly, has run out of tears and can see clearly, he isn’t sure he’ll be able to get up. Wouldn’t that be funny? Dying beside a memorial to your brother not two months after he kicked the bucket? What would his father think, seeing his son laying frozen and dead outside? Would probably be pleased. Probably make it into some sort of lesson for the others, Klaus thinks.
But he manages to stand.
Struggles to do it, but in the end he makes it to his feet. He’s sobered a bit by now, enough that his eyes will focus and he could walk in a decently steady line. But, now he’s got a new problem. Now, his legs are frozen stiff, his hands too. His fingers stay curled into claws, and he lets them hang at his sides while he walks, one numb step at a time.
Klaus slips once. That isn’t bad, isn’t bad at all for someone as wrecked as he is, someone as exhausted and frozen and miserable, but it isn’t good either.
He takes his eyes off of his legs to look at the statue one last time, does this at the same he decides to try and walk faster, and it ends in him sliding, cracking his knee hard against the metal base of the memorial, right beside the plaque. Klaus knows it will hurt later, when he’s thawed and rested enough to feel. He’ll bet that it will bruise dark enough to match his navy uniform, bets when he gets out of bed tomorrow it will feel like his knee flipped itself inside out. In fact, he’s sure that all of him will feel like that. But that’s Future Klaus’s problem. Current Klaus needs to focus on the now, on getting himself inside (is the side door locked? It usually is, fuck) and getting to his bed. So he gets up again, using the statue for leverage until he’s certain his legs are under him right.
From there, he makes it to the side door. Once he gets to it, he notices to the crack of light leaking out onto the snow, shoulders the door enough to open it and slides inside. The door catches on something, doesn’t latch, and when Klaus dips his head to look, he sees a water bottle placed so the cap just barely blocks the door from shutting. It’s full, and Klaus knows better than to think it’s a coincidence.
It hurts, and it’s difficult, but Klaus bends enough to pick up the bottle without losing his balance. It’s his biggest, and, really, only triumph of the night. He can bend his fingers enough to keep a good grip on the bottle, and he does so, carries it with him all the way to his room.
The stairs make for a challenge, but Klaus’s legs are beginning to heat up (he can tell by the god awful heat they radiate, can tell because he can feel the swelling, feel how blotchy and red they are) and that makes it a hell of a lot easier. He can’t control his steps fully, can’t tip-toe or sneak, but it’s such a large house that he doubts his father will hear a thing, or care if he does. He obviously didn’t wait up, it seems.
Klaus gets past the stairs. Makes it to his room without seeing or hearing anyone. He has a hand on the doorknob when someone clears their throat behind him, but it isn’t his dad, he can tell right off the bat. He turns.
Vanya. He should have known.
She’s in her pajamas, pale blue and striped, and her hands are clutching at a water bottle of her own. She lifts the corner of her mouth in a smile, but it’s vacant, and Klaus feels the smallest bit of shame for leaving her alone tonight. Or maybe last night? What time is it?
“Hey.” They both cringe. His voice sounds anything but good; scratchy and hoarse and absolutely brimming with grief. When he shifts, the floor squelches. His clothes are a lot wetter than he originally thought, dripping melted snow onto the floor.
“Hey yourself.”
Klaus can tell that she wants to ask him where he’s been, he can tell that she’s been crying maybe as much as he has. He can picture her, violin tossed aside in its case and curled up on her bed, facing the wall. He can imagine where her thoughts went, the car gone and her brother with it. First Five, then Ben, then Klaus.
There’s that thrum of shame again, a tug in his chest and a grimace on his face. But Vanya doesn’t ask, just nods vaguely in the direction of their father’s room.
“He’s gone. He went to deal with the car.”
So she knew about the car wreck, then. God, that must have made it all so much worse.
“Oh.” Klaus licks his lips. They’re chapped, he notes, though he probably should have expected that. “Vanya?”
“Yeah?”
She looks fragile right now, so breakable. Klaus knows this is his time to make a joke, make her laugh. It wouldn’t fix it all, but it could be a start.
Klaus isn’t in the mood to make a joke.
“Vanya. I’m sorry.”
He wishes she didn’t look so torn up. Being able to read her so easily, having her be such an open book, it’s shitty. He can see all of the trouble he’s caused her, can’t ignore how hard life has been hitting her.
Klaus feels selfish. He feels like a waste of space, looking at Vanya right now and thinking about every moment she’s spent alone since Ben died.
The thing about Vanya, it’s that she’s almost always alone. Ever since they were little, she was treated as someone separate, like some sort of outsider. Klaus understood that. It was the same way with him; always being dragged off by their father for ‘training’ or smoking something to forget it, cracking pills between his teeth, and recently, drinking. So, he got it, knew what it was like to have that barrier. And he had put in the effort to break it.
He, Vanya, and Ben? They were a dream team. With Ben to chatter, Klaus to make jokes, and Vanya to play her violin when things edged on just a bit too quiet, there was hardly ever a dull moment.
And now, with Ben gone, Klaus has been centered on the track to ruin what’s left of their dynamic.
“I know you are.”
The words aren’t harsh, surprisingly, nor are they what he was expecting. Understanding is written all over Vanya’s face, and somehow that makes Klaus feel even worse. She’s looking at him so softly. Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, it clicks in his mind again just how late it is. He sniffs a bit, clears his throat.
“What are you even doing up?”
Waiting for you to get back.
“Oh. I was just thirsty.” She raises her bottle of water, shakes it for emphasis, then lets it drop to her side again. Klaus nods.
“Ok. Well.” His voice cracks; he takes a pause. “I mean it Vanya. I really am sorry. About tonight, I mean. And, uh, every other day.” He chuckles awkwardly, and she copies.
“I…” she pauses, and Klaus can see it again, can see how bad she wants to ask What happened tonight? Or What did you do? Or Can this be fixed? Or some other, equally loaded equivalent that Klaus isn’t quite sure he can answer, right now or ever. But she doesn’t ask. Instead, she takes a long look at him, up and down at his ruined uniform and his face that he’s sure is bruising but can’t recall how it got that way.
Vanya steps forward, and Klaus flinches, can’t help it, it’s a reflex. But he adjusts quickly. Realizes what she’s doing, although he can’t imagine why she would want to. He lets her, regardless. Lets her hug him.
She tucks up against him, arms around his back and holding tight, face pressed up against his chest. Where her head rests, she can vaguely feel the ridges of her brother’s ribs through his jacket. He never had much meat on his bones to begin with, but these past few months, he’s lost most of what he did have. It’s a little scary, seeing him transform from scrawny to almost skeletal.
Klaus allows himself to hug her back, even though he’s freezing and soaking wet and probably (definitely) smells like puke. He’s wise enough to know that even though he feels, and is, disgusting right now, Vanya needs this, and he probably does too.
And it’s nice. For a moment, everything is alright. His sister is infinitely warmer than he’s been in hours or maybe days, and this is the closest to understanding he’s received from anyone lately. It isn’t often anymore that anybody in the family embraces, and Klaus had forgotten just how much of a need this sort of comfort is. This is good, it’s soothing.
Klaus has missed Vanya.
It may be a bit late for the realization, but it’s one hundred percent truth, so he says it.
“I’ve missed you. A lot.”
Vanya steps back, and he concedes. His arms return to his sides to pick at the threads of his uniform jacket.
Vanya rubs at her eyes like she’s tired, and she most likely is, but Klaus knows that that isn’t the only reason. He knows she’s swiping away tears as casually as she can. He does her a favor and pretends not to notice.
“I’ve missed you, too.” If her voice shakes, and a few missed tears streak down her cheeks, neither of them pay it any mind.
Klaus makes an unspoken promise then, wordless but palpable nonetheless. It isn’t something he has to think of, or something flaringly obvious. Just a change in the air that they both know the other can sense. I’m going to do better, I won’t do this to you again. Something in that ballpark. He knows better than to speak the promise, doesn’t need to. It just has to be one of those things that’s known, not stated. A fact not worth arguing, common sense.
This new promise feels more honest than his apologies somehow, though those hadn’t been lies. This is far less remorseful, much more hopeful.
“Klaus?”
“Yeah?”
He’s smiling now, just a little bit. He isn’t happy, not really, and he certainly isn’t alright, but he feels a lot better than he has been lately, and it’s something he won’t take for granted. He keeps the corner of his mouth lifted and leans on his closed bedroom door for support, though he has a feeling he won’t be standing out in the hallway for much longer anyway.
Sure enough, Vanya steps closer long enough to give him another quick hug, then nods in the direction of her room down the hall.
“I’m heading to bed. I’ll see you at breakfast, ok?” Klaus nods his assent, and Vanya turns away, but she doesn’t leave. After a moment, she turns her head back to face him.
“Take a shower before breakfast. You reek.” She scrunches up her nose, and Klaus comes close to a genuine laugh. He doesn’t quite reach it, but that’s ok. He’ll get there.
“See you in the morning.”
He waits for her to finish creeping down the hall, waits for her to close her door before opening his own and lumbering into his room. He doesn’t have the grace to be silent like his sister right now, can’t really maneuver his leg in the way he would need to take light steps, but it’s a short walk to his dresser and an even shorter one to his bed.
He struggles a lot more than he should getting his wet clothes off, but in his defense, he’s stiff all over and still thawing. His jacket goes first, hits the floor with a wet thwap! that feels loud enough to wake the whole house, but there’s no pause. He moves on to his shirt, then his pants, then underwear. He changes, with even more struggle and a careful focus not to hit his knee, into some new boxers and a pair of pajama pants. He doesn’t bother with a shirt. He’s cold, but he’s also exhausted. His comforter will have to be enough.
He permits his body to give up, and falls onto his back on the bed. He’s a little off-kilter, laying at an odd angle, but he hardly even notices. Just snags his blanket and wraps himself in it as quickly as he can. As he gets settled in, eyes closed for the night, he definitely isn’t comfortable. He has to piss pretty bad, and a throbbing sensation deep in his knee is making itself apparent along with many other aches and pains, but none of it is enough to keep Klaus awake. He takes a long drink of his water, recaps it, then tosses it somewhere near his pillows. He falls into a fitful doze less than a minute later.
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In Klaus’s room, there aren’t a lot of flat surfaces that aren’t scattered with dirty clothes and knick knacks and, usually, drugs. His dresser is coated in said paraphernalia, along with the floor and his nightstand and half of his bed, but one place kept decently clear is his window sill. Not for any particular reason. Maybe it’s too thin for Klaus to want to set anything on it, or maybe he just likes having a clear view, but for whatever the reason, it stays empty, and Ben is thankful for that.
Sitting on the floor, in a seat, or on the edge of a bed was never really his style. Tables and counters were more like it, and his death hasn’t changed his taste at all. Rather, it’s amplified it. His risk of falling or having to deal with a sore ass from sitting on flat oak and marble has dropped to zero, and that’s its own type of freedom, at least for him.
But that’s really a minor thing. As much as he’ll joke later about enjoying the quiet, being dead is lonely, especially when someone who could talk to him has detached himself from that ability.
Watching his brother waste away like this, it’s something else. It’s miserable, one of the worst ways to spend his afterlife, but Ben isn’t so sure staying away would be any better. He’s got the choice to either watch his brother destroy himself and hope he eventually sobers long enough for Ben to get his attention, or leave and live (or unlive, I guess) never knowing how things could have played out.
And besides, it’s not like Ben has anywhere better to be.
So he sits on the window sill, right in front of the window. The light from outside is the same bright shade of the LED Christmas lights that line the house, but is thankfully much softer. It shines through Ben like he isn’t even there, but he’s used to that, used to things going through him, used to no longer having a shadow.
He doesn’t know why Klaus doesn’t just close his blinds. Ben would have never been able to sleep with his room so bright, not to mention how cold it is with the blinds open. Or maybe that’s just him.
In any case, Ben stays perched where he is, legs dangling far enough to almost touch the floor, if he could ever really touch anything anymore. He sits in the window, he bides his time. He’s a little anxious, and a little excited for tomorrow.
While Klaus was out doing who-knows-what, Ben nosed his way into every nook and cranny of Klaus’s room, and amazingly, found nothing but some scattered trash, dirty clothes, and a few sparkly rocks he vaguely recalls his brother pocketing from the sidewalk near Griddy’s Donuts.
Meaning?
Klaus is fresh out of drugs, and with the harsh eye Ben knows their father will have on his brother, he won’t be getting any more anytime soon. Klaus is more sober now, passed out, than he’s been since Ben’s death, and it seems like he’s going to have to stay that way. For a while, at least.
Right now, all Ben has is hope and two months worth of determination. He has no clue how the following day will go.
Chapter Summary - Marcel, Hayley and Cami finally get to meet Aiyana and find out more about her, what she willing to do and how far she will go for her family.
Paring – Klaus / OC
Warning – None at the moment
Author note – same as the other chapters, It’s an AU Story, differs from the show also I know it’s a slow start, but we got some murder next part.
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Klaus walked out his room, closing the door gently as not to wake his sleeping wife. Well not before taking a quick look back making sure again that this was real and she was truly here. He turned around and went into their sitting room, no matter how much he wants to stay with her he needs to how this happened, why she went out of control after waking up and what happens next.
“How is she?” Elijah asked, apparently just as worried as Klaus.
Klaus shakes his head “I don’t know Brother, she has yet to wake up.”
Elijah nods in understand, obviously no one knows where they go from here, they weren’t expecting or even prepared for this situation.
“I guess we have to wait for Aiyana to wake up, because she’s the only one who can answer all our questions, first being why did she go on a killing spree instead of coming to find you, Klaus,” Hayley suggests, as she took a seat on the couch. Knowing none of them were leaving till they knew what was going on with Aiyana and where they go after all this.
They didn’t have to wait long because the next minute they heard a voice from behind Klaus say.
“Well Hayley to answer your question, I’ve been cursed for over 700 years, and now all three part of me is fighting for dormancy, unfortunately at the moment the monster in me is winning.”
They all turned to see Aiyana stand there, look less bloody than their first meeting, with a little smirk on her face and something else behind her hazel eyes. Hayley could see now why Klaus was so attracted to her. She had a face of an angel, but the devil was in her eyes from the years she had lived and according to Elijah was over 2000 years.
“The monster?” Marcel asked raising an eyebrow at her. She smiled and made her way over to the group.
“Oh I’m sorry, I hate the word vampire, the name didn’t exist till my dear husband and his siblings where made, I was just an immortal.” She explained as she got closer to Klaus, placing her hand on his cheek, which he just leaned into smiling.
All the others, well expect Elijah were shocked at Klaus reaction, they’ve never actually seen this side of him. Cami felt a ping of jealousy, which she was sure Aiyana sensed it or something because she looked at Cami and quickly removed her hand, much to Klaus’s dismay.
“So that explained, why you went on a killing spree but how did you wake up in the first place Ana, I thought we need Davina?” Elijah asked trying to stay on topic.
Aiyana couldn’t help but smile more, in 700 years it’s good to know, her Elijah hasn’t changed. They watched as she turned away from them and made her way over to the window, stretching her hand out, so she could finally and genuinely feel the sun on her skin, she hasn’t had the time to enjoy it while she was feeding the hunger, it almost made her cry.
“Ana” she turned to see the saddest in her husband eyes, he still blames himself for her curse, she gives him a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine Klaus, I’m just enjoying the sun for the first time, in a long time.” She turned to look at Elijah. “To answer your question Elijah, I have you to thank for that.” The group looked at her confused, which made her laugh, oh children.
“When you killed Celeste, you broke the spell, and here I am.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, I know a bit about blood magic, so if your curse was connected to Celeste bloodline, when she died the first time, you should have woken up then,” Marcel stated.
“Well aren’t you a clever boy.”
Marcel didn’t like the condescending way, she said that, but he let it slide this time. “Thanks but I’m guessing we’re missing a huge part of the story, so why don’t you tell us.”
She liked Marcel, he was so like Klaus even if he didn’t want to admit it. “Well as Marcel said that how blood magic usually works, yes but unlike the witches now, back then they were ten times worse, less cocky and whole lot smarter. They knew normal blood magic wouldn’t hold me and that once I woke, they would be slaughtered. So they didn’t only connect me to the blood of the head witch. I was connected to her entire bloodline by their blood and souls.”
“Oh I get it, so even though Celeste physically died, her soul jumped to enough body. So when Monique locked her in her original body and Elijah stabbed her, her soul went to the other side. Which in turn broke the spell and woke you up.” Cami explained.
“10 points to the human,” Aiyana said pointing a Cami.
“What did you do to make the witches, go to such extremes to keep you down?” Hayley asked, standing up, she worried that this would put them, mainly her baby in more danger.
“I was born,” Aiyana answered with a bit of bitterness in her voice, Hayley looks a Klaus in shock, thinking she was joking, but the look on his said otherwise, he wanted to reach out to her, but he knew she needs space right now.
“What do you mean?” Cami asked, but Aiyana wasn’t in the mood for any more question, this was taxing, and she wasn’t about to share her traumatising childhood with the woman her husband was having a baby with, or his ‘therapist’.
“Listen as much as I would love to go through my messy, bloody and not so pleasant childhood, I’m bored so can we talk about this enough time, you can leave now.” Looking at Marcel and Cami, they wanted to argue, but the look on Aiyana face said they would lose.
“One more question,” Marcel asked, Aiyana raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes Marcel, before you asked Davina alive, but you won’t be able to see her, she already in a lot of trouble because of you. Give her some time, and you have other problems to deal with.”
Marcel nodded and left without saying goodbye, which Ana thought was a bit rude, Cami was next to go saying she had to check on her uncle. Hayley said she had to let the wolves know about the new development, Elijah walked over and gave Ana a hug saying “We’ll catch up later, Darling but I think I should take my leave as well.”
Leaving just Ana and Klaus alone, she turns to him smiling. “Klaus….”
He cut her off with a rough kiss, for a moment she let her emotions take control, wrapping her arm around his neck, while he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, they could feel the years of waiting and wanting in this kiss. After a few minutes, they finally pulling apart but not actually letting go of each other, leaning the forehead against each other.
“You real” Klaus laughed, oh how she missed his laugh. “Yes my love, I’m truly here. I told you, I would come back to you no matter what.”
“Yes you did, but your timing could have been better, we in a middle of a war at the moment darling.”
Ana laughed moving her hand from his neck, up to cup his cheek again. “Yes I noticed, but I’m here now.”
Klaus raised an eyebrow. “What have you got planned, Ana?” She gives her sweetest smile. “What makes you think I have something planned?” Klaus smirk back at her, “I know you, my love, you always have a plan.”
She smiles, putting her arm back around his neck, so she could lean back and look at him properly. “We need to know what the witches are up to, so you’re going to have to get that pretty little redhead, what her name Genevieve onside.”
Klaus gives her a confused look, “Do you think, she dumb enough to believe I would want her when I have you back?” Ana smile grew and slowly tracing her fingers down his neck to his chest. “I’m sure you can convince her otherwise, if memory serves me right, you can be very persuasive.”
He places his hand over her, “Ana, are you sure, you’ll ok with this?” she looked up at him, smirking, but he could see the fire behind her eyes. “Oh my love, believe me, once she stops being of use, I’ll rip her limb from limb, very slowly, that death will feel like a sweet release.”
Klaus laughed and lean’s his head against hers. “There the woman I married.”
Aiyana closes her eyes for a moment. “We have to keep, your and Hayley baby safe, I never want either of you to feel the loss of a child, it’s a pain that never heals.”
It was Klaus’s turn to cup her cheek, giving her a sympathetic look. “Your thinking about him, aren’t you, Nipahem?” she leans into his hand and kisses his palm “Always, but it doesn’t change the fact, he’s gone.”
“Ana” She looks up at him. “Don’t worry, Klaus, I’ll be fine, now where can I find a dress, we got a witch party to get ready for, and I can’t wait to meet your little redhead.”
Klaus laughs “I thought you would want to stay low, till you got your emotions and magic under a little more control.” Ana nods in agreements “I would normally but there a little witch, who I need to see and she a guest of honour at this party. So needs must.”
Klaus give her a questioning look “What is it between you and Davina, why is she so important?” Ana brushes her lip against his, “All in due time, my love, and let focus on our current problem.”
Before he can argue back, she kisses him, and he forgets, what he was about to say, distracted by the bliss of having his wife back, not seeing the danger lurking in the shadows, watching them.
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