could you please do a one shot where the reader is klaus's best friend who hes secretly in love with and shes going on a date but klaus warns her because she met the guy on an app
then she gets stood up on a date and klaus shows up because he always shows up for her the only man she can rely on
Unexpected Outcomes
Summary: After pining after Klaus for the last however many years, I try to move on. When things go wrong, Klaus is once again the one to patch everything up. He’s always been the one.
Klaus hadn’t been particularly enthusiastic about me joining a dating app, in fact he’d actually deleted it from my phone twice. But I was getting lonely.
Hayley was with Elijah, Rebekah was with Marcel, even Kol was with Davina. After waiting around for Klaus to like me back for years, I decided to move on.
Hayley and Rebekah had been telling me for ages to get over him, so I was trying. But it didn’t help when he was rolling his eyes and disapproving of every man I swiped.
“Well who am I supposed to date then?” I snapped, turning to look at him. I hoped he might say him, but he didn’t. He just scoffed.
So I kept swiping and eventually, one of them stuck.
“Can you just help me zip it up?” I sighed, watching Klaus through the mirror as he glared at me.
“Fine.” He muttered, standing up from my bed and pulling the zip up. I looked at myself in the mirror, it was just a black dress. But I was stressed. Was it too much? Not enough? “You look perfect.” Klaus’s hands came to rest on my hips and his chest pressed to my back, his head just above mine in the frame.
For a second, it looked like we were together, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“Thank you.” I smiled, turning to face him. “I shouldn’t be long.”
“I hope not.” His eyes narrowed. “Do not go home with someone you’ve met online.” He warned, again. “And if you get there, and he isn’t who he says he is-“
“I’ll call you, okay?” I huffed and he sighed. “It’s just a date.”
That’s what I told myself the whole way there.
I arrived early, sat down at the table the guy had called to reserved and waited. I waited half an hour after the time we agreed, and text him twice to see where he was. When I checked the app again, I’d been blocked.
My face was hot and my eyes stung from the embarrassment. I wasn’t sure if it was more humiliating if I got up to leave, or if I continued to wait knowing he wasn’t coming.
Eventually, I started to get up, but when I looked to the door, Klaus was on his way in. He’d changed from his jeans and henley to a suit and walked straight to me.
“Klaus, what’re you doing here?” I asked and he pulled me to a small hug before kissing my forehead.
“I’m doing what that fool should be doing.” He whispered, his hand leading me back to my seat at the table. “Forgive me, for being late. I was waiting outside but I hoped he’d at least show.”
“You were waiting?” I frowned and he nodded.
“To drive you home.”
I stared back at him, quiet for a minute.
“Klaus, you don’t have to be here because you feel bad for me.” I told him, feeling my cheeks get even warmer. But I didn’t want his pity, I’d waited too long for him to only be here out of pity.
“No, of course not.” His lips pulled into a frown and his hand reached to rest over mine. “I’m here because I should’ve asked you on this date years before you could have even thought about a bloody app.”
“Why didn’t you ever ask?” I asked and his eyes darted away for a second.
“I don’t know.” He admitted and I smiled faintly because, I hadn’t ever said anything either so I suppose it was both our faults. “But I’m here now.”
He’d always been here for me. Even if it wasn’t quite the way I’d wanted him to be.
“You are.” I smiled at him and he handed me the menu.
We didn’t rush, he encouraged me to choose three courses rather than just a main and I let him surprise me with the dessert.
The drive home was quiet, my hand in his while he turned the wheel. We sat in the car for a moment, just parked outside.
“So…do we…” but I wasn’t really sure what I was even asking. Do we tell people? What do we say? What are we?
“We’ve been speculated by the family for the better part of a decade. It won’t do them harm if we keep this from them a little while longer.” His lips upturned and so did mine.
There was something exciting about letting the others assume and conspire. About being able to unfold our relationship without the pressures of the others and the heavy expectations that would be hung over us after such a long build up.
So, I leaned to him, kissing his lips softly like I’d dreamt of many times before we got out and walked inside.
I told them the date was awful, and Klaus had picked me up. Why was he in a suit? Because he was on a date of his own that also went poorly.
We fabricated events and pretended to date others whilst spending our time with each other.
This way, we didn’t have to rush.
We could build a relationship in our own time, the way we were always supposed to. Learn to love and rely on one another.
Every day I only realised more that I had always relied on him and I had always loved him.
“I’ve always loved you too.” Klaus had whispered back in the depths of night after he had slipped into my bed once the others were asleep.
Here is an idea for a fluff story because of your recent post!
So reader previously had a bad relationship with her ex. He would tell her that she is to clingy and stuff. Now reader and klaus are dating and she kind of tries to not be to clingy and all because she is scared that klaus is gonna find it annoying too. But then he is on some kind of business trip and in the meantime reader wears a lot of his shirts and all, because he wouldn't know of that anyway since he is away. But he comes home early and finds her sleeping in his bed, in his clothes and asks her about it and she tells him about her ex and her worries of being to annoying and he reassures her that he doesn't mind and that she can be as clingy as she wants.
I know this request seems big but it's just a little detailed. You can cut it short though of course👍🎀
In Need
Summary: Klaus can tell something is wrong when Y/N continues to pull away from affection, when he assumed the worst, Y/N had to admit the truth.
Klaus hadn’t ever been an overly affectionate person, so he didn’t mind that Y/N wasn’t either. But there were times when her hands would reach for him before pulling back away, or her body would start to curl close to him before stiffening and straightening back out.
He could tell there was something wrong. That she was conflicted about something. He just hoped it wasn’t about him.
From the way she acted, he didn’t think she would miss him all that much when he had to go for a week.
But when he returned home, she was in his bed, wearing one of his Henley’s, snuggled to a pillow that was also wrapped in one of his shirts. Her face pressed to it, her body moving slowly with each breath.
Klaus sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand coming to rest against her side through the covers. He leant down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his lips upturning when she smiled subconsciously at the touch.
He nuzzled her face teasingly, growing slightly amused when she rolled over to move towards him in her sleep.
Klaus laid down, kissing her lips softly and stroking his hand up her back.
“Klaus…” she mumbled, snuggling to him in a way she never had before. He closed his eyes, holding her close and resting beside her.
When Y/N woke, she was quickly sat up.
“You’re back!” She smiled, hugging him tight before letting go and hesitating. “Sorry I borrowed your shirt.” Her cheeks were pink and she started to move her arms out of the sleeves but Klaus shook his head, holding her wrists so she could t wriggle out.
“It looks good on you.” He smiled, moving to cup her face. “Did you miss me?”
Y/N’s expressions became conflicted. Klaus knew the answer, of course she missed him. Why else would she be in his clothes, breathing his scent? Which was why Klaus was so confused by her reluctance to admit her feelings.
“A bit.” She nodded and pulled away.
Klaus frowned and took her hand in his, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Well I missed you a whole lot.” He told her as he leant down to kiss her. She reciprocated without thinking, pressing closer. Klaus pulled her onto his lap, caressing her face as he parted her lips to explore.
Y/N stayed against him for a little while, just quiet and still as if it would be ruined if she made a sound or moved.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked softly, his arms tightening round her for a second in a squeeze.
“Nothing.” She whispered, her lips tugging down into a frown. “Why would something be wrong?”
“You feel tense; scared.” He leaned back, his hand cupping her face.
Y/N just stared back at him, unsure of what to say. If she relaxed, she knew that she wouldn’t want to let go and then he’d leave her too.
Klaus was confused and concerned. He could see some sort of battle happening in her eyes as he held her face in his hands, shifting her in his lap so she was closer.
“I’m not tense, or scared.” Her head shook and she hesitantly hugged him again, her hands going under his. But Klaus could still feel the uncertainty in her actions.
Klaus was worried that maybe this was something to do with him. That perhaps she didn’t actually miss him, maybe she wanted to break up but was too scared to say it. Scared of him.
“You don’t have to hug me, not if you don’t want to.” He whispered, pulling back and looking at her face to gauge her expression. “I won’t hurt you.” Klaus told her, his hand holding hers. “Even if you don’t want to be with me.”
Y/N’s eyes widened and she practically threw herself at him. Letting her body wrap around him like she really wanted to.
“Of course I want to be with you!” She whimpered, holding him tight. “I’m sorry.”
Klaus held her back, a relieved smile on his face as he kissed her cheek.
“Just tell me what’s wrong, love.”
So she did. Y/N spilled her heart out, telling him about her last two relationships and how both of them ended because she was too clingy. That she missed him so much that it hurt. That she slept in his clothes every night for the last week, looked at his paintings and stayed in his bed for most of the time. She’d been holding herself back for months, craving deeper affection but being too scared to ask for it.
Klaus was a touch hurt that she’d not told him, that she didn’t think more of him, but it was clear that it wasn’t about him at all.
“I love you, Y/N.” He told her, holding her close and encasing her in his scent and his warmth. “I want you to cling to me. I want you to show me how much you need me, how much you love me.” He whispered, pressing his face into her neck.
“I love you.” She whimpered, snuggling to him properly for the first time, her arms and legs around him and refusing to let go as he laid with her.
Klaus was glad he’d had to go out of town for that week, as a result, he knew that he would never leave her again.
From then on, Y/N wasn’t so shy about wanting to be with him, holding his hand or being in his lap. Klaus learned to be just as clingy as she was, nuzzling her for most of the day and all of the night.
The murderous hybrid was reduced to a giant teddy bear when it came to her. While some expected him to be embarrassed of that, Klaus remained proud that his girl was finally comfortable enough to trust that he would never leave her over something so simple as her needing his affection and reassurance.
He’d tell her million times, in a million different ways how much he loved her and it would still never be enough.
Hi i see your post about the request ,i love your work so when i see your post i thinking it was an opportunity. So i have a request if is it okay for you i want to know if is it possible to make a story klaus x fairy reader , maybe like wood fairy or garden fairy . I don’t have context sorry . But thank you so much . Have a great day .
Magical Inquiries
Summary: Klaus can tell Y/N is something, he just can’t quite put his finger on it. Once he figures it out, he can’t help but be entranced by her.
The Mikaelson’s hadn’t taken much interest in fairies throughout the centuries. Their powers were usually purely for good. They could enhance natural elements, calm the sea and encourage plants to grow.
Klaus had only met a few, and often he was in the middle of too much trouble to really appreciate their presence.
That was until he met Y/N.
She was Hope’s teacher at school and just from seeing her in the doorway of the classroom, he could tell there was something supernatural about her. His instincts had sat on edge and he felt his senses sharpen, but her scent wasn’t strong enough to be wolf or vampire and there wasn’t that same radiation of power that witches oozed. It was something delicate and subtle, but he knew it was something.
It was only when he sat down at a parent teacher meeting, Hayley and himself at the table in front of her, that he managed to catch a glimpse of her ears that were carefully hidden by her hair. When she tucked a strand back, he managed to see their unique shape, the kind of point that couldn’t be human.
“Hope’s been doing really well in her art lessons.” She smiled, laying down some paintings in front of them. “We only get to do two hours of art a week at the moment, but she’s a very creative child.” Her hands pulled more things from her sides. “She gets really into reading too, and music. The arts really call to her.” Her eyes brightened and Klaus concentrated, watching and noticing the slight glimmer of purple and green that briefly flickered across her irises.
“Well that makes sense.” Hayley smiled, nudging Klaus with her elbow. “Just like her Dad.”
Y/N perked at the information.
“Oh are you an artist of sorts? Hope’s never really said what either of you do for work.” She smiled and Klaus hummed in faint amusement.
“I paint and sketch, occasionally use charcoal.” He nodded and she beamed, shifting forward in her seat.
“We’d love to have you come into a lesson sometime, to show the children that there’s still successful artists in the modern age.” She was eager and Hayley felt her face pulling into a grin as her hand came to pay Klaus’s shoulder.
“Oh, he definitely will.” She agreed, assuming Klaus’s intense gaze was due to attraction rather than suspicion.
“That would be great.” Y/N smiled and tilted her head. “What is it you do, Mrs Mikaelson?” She asked and Hayley barked a laugh.
“Hayley, Marshall.” She reintroduced, “we’re not married or anything. I’m actually dating his brother.”
Y/N offered an unsure smile, not sure whether to laugh or brush it off or what.
“Oh.” She answered, and nodded. “Well, sorry for my assumption. I should’ve had it written down somewhere.” She glanced down, looking at her sticky notes a little anxiously.
“Oh no, it doesn’t matter I just thought you might want to know.” Hayley tried to hint, tried to push the idea throughout the meeting. Eventually, Klaus kicked her leg after she made Y/N blush darker than a tomato and stumble over her words.
At the end, she stood and shook each of their hands. Her expression fell just slightly and in that moment, Klaus became certain of what she was.
He made sure to catch her gaze each drop off and pick up.
He’d even bumped into her a few times in town. Klaus had helped her pick out crystals from a stall, reminding her of their qualities when she couldn’t quite remember.
“I’m trying to expand my herb garden.” She told him as he reached for the healthiest looking basil plant.
“Your garden must thrive.” He mused and she was quiet. But they both knew, and they both knew that the other knew.
“Are afraid of me?” Klaus had asked her after asking her on a date to dinner, she had been so uncertain and fidgety as she gave an unclear response.
“What? Of course not!” She immediately denied and he pursed his lips in thought as he stepped closer, watching to see if she’d step back.
“I have no intentions of exploiting your magic.” He stated, for the first time directly addressing her secret. “I simply enjoy your company.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you were.” Her head shook and he frowned a little.
“You don’t have to agree to dinner if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do! It’s just, well you’re a students parent.” She reminded and he blinked at her. He’d been so caught up in supernatural statuses that he hadn’t considered any ethical implications she may face.
“Oh. Are there rules?” His questioned.
“Well…not written rules.”
“Splendid. So I’ll see you Saturday evening?” His hands clapped and his smile grew.
It took a few dates for him to be invited into her home, for him to help undo the tight wraps around her body to reveal the effervescent wings that begged to be free.
Her face was red when he cupped her face, his fingers gently touching her ears.
“You’re so beautiful.” Klaus murmured, looking into her shimmering eyes whilst her wings fluttered naturally behind her.
“The kids can be cruel at times.” She admitted and he frowned, tracing the shape of her ears with quiet admiration.
“Pay them no mind.” His head shook and his lips pressed to her forehead.
Klaus was confident he could help her learn to love her wings. To highlight her ears instead of hide them.
He would tell her how perfect she was every second of every day.
For the first real time, he was able to appreciate the nature of a fairy.
Summary: Y/N was a wolf Klaus slept with not long after Hayley. He hadn’t had time to track her down to check if she too had gotten pregnant, turns out he didn’t need to find her, she would hand delivered, baby in tow.
Klaus had met Y/N in a bar. She was sweet and shy and completely untouched by darkness despite being a werewolf. Klaus had taken her back to a hotel room and deflowered her among the sheets. He’d taken pleasure and pride in being her first, even if he had no intentions of seeing her again.
The memory of her had briefly flashed through his mind when he found out Hayley was pregnant. He had slept with Y/N rather soon after Hayley, was it possible he had impregnated another wolf? Klaus pondered it but the idea was swept away with all the other drama he had tangled himself in.
So it was quite the surprise when he stood in the witches cemetery again, arms folded as he waited for Genevieve to make her big reveal, and Y/N was pushed out in front of him. Eyes wet and scared as she kept begging for something through the gag.
Klaus frowned and looked to the witch, his expression slipping into something more dangerous when another witch emerged holding a baby. One that drew an immediate cry of desperation from Y/N.
Nobody had time to threaten or do anything before both witches lay dead on the floor with snapped necks and Klaus held the baby. He couldn’t help but stare for a second, immediately finding the similarities between the little girl and himself. His head turned when Y/N whimpered again and he quickly came over, pulling the cloth out of her mouth and breaking the restraints from when wrists and ankles.
The infant was stolen from his arms, cradled lovingly as she cried quietly.
Klaus swallowed thickly, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder gently. “Y/N?” He whispered, checking it was definitely her.
Her eyes opened, looking back at him as she held her daughter a little tighter. “I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with us.” She sniffed. “Especially not enough to come take us in the night.” Her eyes still welled with tears and Klaus quickly shook his head.
“I didn’t order anybody to do this, love. I had no idea you’d had my child.” He quickly assured, feeling his own heart race as she looked at him with fear. “I didn’t know, love, I promise.” He cupped her face, attempting to convey how much he meant it through his eyes.
Y/N sniffed and searched his expression before nodding, believing him.
He glanced her down slowly, feeling worse when he realised the witches had literally plucked them from sleep. She as in pajamas, the little girl too.
Klaus brought her home immediately, his hand not leaving her as they went straight up to his room.
“What’s her name?” He had asked quietly on the way back in the car.
“Willow.” She answered, watching his eyes dart to his daughter’s sleeping face
“She’s beautiful”
Rebekah thought so too. The blonde couldn’t stop taking pictures of her and telling Y/N how devastated she was that they hadn’t known earlier.
“We have to get back home soon.” Y/N told them all one night at dinner and Klaus had immediately frowned.
“This is your home now.” His confusion was almost comical.
“I used all my savings on our house.” She told him, sadness filling her at the idea of not returning. “All Willow’s things are at home.”
So they went to visit this house of theirs
Klaus was in awe of the domesticated scene. Of the baby toys and items scattering the rooms. Things messy yet organised all at once.
He sat silently as Y/N read a story book to Willow, her tone changing for the different characters. His mouth twitched into a smile at her growing facial expressions.
“I don’t have a spare room.” She told him, her face blushing pink as she scratched the back of her neck. “I can get some spare blankets for you?” She offered and Klaus blinked at her.
With reluctance but without complaint, he slept on her couch with the spare blanket and one of her pillows. The scent of lavender filled his nose as he rest against it, his eyes fluttering closed easily.
The other Mikaelsons stayed at home, they were confident that Klaus would convince Y/N to come back to New Orleans.
However, he wasn’t so sure that was what was best. Not when he woke up in the night, thinking he’d heard Willow’s cries, climbed up the stairs and found Y/N nursing their baby to her naked chest.
Her eyes had gone wide and her face red when she realised he was there and one of Willows square blankets was hastily held over her bare skin.
“Oh god-“ she whimpered and Klaus smiled, amused by the innocent exclamation.
“It’s alright love, I’ve seen it all before.” He teased before coming to crouch down beside the rocking chair, gently moving the blanket to watch his child feed. “Besides, I’m not here to make you feel uncomfortable. I want to be here for you, both of you.” He murmured, his fingers gently stroking his daughter’s head, feeling the soft little hairs that had grown just barely.
“Okay…” Y/N shifted, adjusting Willow’s position making the baby fuss for a moment before latching back on. Klaus glanced up, seeing slight discomfort in the way Y/N’s brows pinched together.
“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately, his hand coming to the top of her back gently.
“Nothing, she’s just not getting much…” she mumbled, carefully moving Willow over to her other breast. Klaus watched her hand cup her own breast in a ‘C’ shape, encouraging the milk into Willow’s mouth.
When he noticed Y/N’s eyes starting to flutter, he gently replaced her hand, holding her breast with no vulgar intentions as she whispered to him how to do it better.
“Like that?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, that’s good. See? She’s content.” Y/N smiled, both of them now watching Willow’s happy face.
Klaus helped put her back down to sleep, having Y/N guide him. His eyes lingered on their child as she slept peacefully. A slither of guilt wrapped around him, because he should have tried to find her when he found out he could have children. He had known deep down. Y/N had the same guilt for not finding him too.
“I’m really glad you’re here.” She whispered and he looked to her, a warm smile gracing his face as he leaned to gently kiss the corner of her mouth, careful not to look back down at her bare chest that she now clumsily tried to cover again with the little blanket. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Y/N smiled, heading back to her bedroom and letting Klaus admire their little girl for a moment longer before heading back down to the living room.
In the morning, Willow was sat in her bouncer babbling and squealing at him as he held different toys out in front of her.
He glanced over his shoulder seeing Y/N leant over the kitchen counter, caressing her temples gently whilst the kettle boiled and the toaster dinged. Again, a swirl of guilt hit him and Klaus got up, heading over to help her.
“Jam?” He questioned, undoing the jar of strawberry when she nodded and spreading it over her toast. He set it down in front of her, followed by decaf coffee, she told him Willow couldn’t have caffeine in her milk. Then he returned to Willow, keeping her entertained until Y/N was ready to feed her again.
“Can I?” He asked, wanting to help again. Y/N only smiled and helped him hold her right to ensure Willow was drinking.
“So, how old is Hope?” She asked.
“Almost eight months.” He smiled and Y/N tilted her head.
“Willow’s only six. I wonder if they’ll be in the same class at school.” Y/N mused and Klaus hummed, looking up at her quietly.
Things had fallen much easier into place with Y/N. No Dahlia, no Esther or Mikael.
Just Y/N and Willow.
Within a week, Klaus knew he wasn’t going to be bringing them back to New Orleans. No, very much the opposite. Instead, he brought everyone else to her.
Everyone was moving into their own houses throughout the neighbourhood and visiting frequently.
Hayley came over often, wanting to learn techniques and advice from Y/N because even though Willow was younger, Y/N had spent more time with Willow than Hayley had been able to spend with Hope. Y/N had more experience than Hayley.
At times, her eyes would prick with tears, like when Willow sat up for the first time with no support and everyone had happened to be around for dinner. They had all clapped and cheered, Y/N was overjoyed and Klaus had kissed her without thinking.
Not that anybody mentioned that. Y/N had gone bright red and turned back to Willow to celebrate her.
Or when Y/N would ask to have some privacy so she could breast feed, something Hayley couldn’t do after Hope got used to being bottle fed whilst away with Rebekah.
It was a completely different story for Y/N and Klaus. Things were just easier.
Y/N put her foot down, she didn’t want to live in a big house with everybody. She didn’t want to hear about witches and vampires.
Klaus would assure her that everything would be fine on the full moon, when she would go out into the woods and he would stay home alone with Willow and sometimes Hope too. Turns out looking after two infants was quite the handful.
Y/N would come home to find him fast asleep still sat up on the couch, both babies asleep in their cribs.
Klaus finally felt like a father.
He finally knew that Mikael hadn’t completely screwed him up. He was a good dad and he loved all his girls.
Klaus pining for a woman that is allergic to wolves.
Allergies
Summary: Klaus and Y/N are desperate to make their relationship work, even if Y/N’s body can’t stand him being a wolf.
Y/N had always been allergic to dogs. She hoped it wouldn’t affect her friendship with Tyler but when he turned, she could hardly stand to be around him.
Her eyes would go puffy, her nose red and itchy and skin tingling as she sneezed for the hundredth time.
But Klaus found it adorable.
He’d see how close he could get before she’d be grabbing a tissue. How long he could be in the same room before she’d bang rubbing her eyes.
When he invited her to the dance, she’s taken every allergy medication she could find before turning up. Only to sneeze on him half way through.
“Oh god- I’m so sorry!” She whimpered, but Klaus only smiled and laughed softly.
“It’s my own fault, love. I invited you.” He reminded, reaching into his pocket and offering his handkerchief. She accepted it shyly and he walked her to the bathroom.
“It’s just such a stupid allergy.” She mumbled, putting eye drops in and inhaling her nasal spray. Klaus could only smile when she came back out, trying her best to look unaffected.
He slid his arm around her waist, dancing with her for an hour before taking her up to his art room. But when she’d entered the room, she was attacked with sneezes. Klaus laughed to begin with before gently pushing her out the room and back into the hall.
“I’m sorry, love.” He murmured, caressing her gently and guiding her outside into the fresh air.
The allergies weren’t so much of an issue outside. He could touch her, and talk to her without being interrupted by a cough or a sneeze.
When he kissed her, she felt her lips tingle. Klaus softened when he saw how swollen they were, his hand cupping her face gently.
When she walked back to her car, Klaus felt his stomach twist at the sight of a small rash in the places he’d touched her.
It was a stupid predicament and yet, one he could not control. It made him angry that for one of the first times, where he had fallen for a human and she had taken to him too, he could not truly be with her.
Guilt ate at him every time she insisted it was fine. He would lay in her bed, snuggled to her until he realised how hot her skin was, little red dots emerging where his hands had been. His wolf would whine and he’d try to kiss it better but it only made her itchier.
Klaus made sure to put a condom on when he slept with her. He’d been so worried the first time that it would hurt her, but when she kissed his neck and pulled him close, begging quietly, he couldn’t say no.
He’d hold himself over her, checking her skin as he thrust into her eagerly. Y/N ignored her allergies, arching against him and touching him all over as he pushed into her deeply.
Klaus had whimpered when she tried to give him a blow job without any protection, her lips swelled and then her tongue and throat. Klaus had laid her down, giving her cold drinks and an antihistamine, promising to never let himself indulge at her risk again.
“It’s fine…” she whispered, her eyes heavy and red as she kissed him again but Klaus frowned, rubbing her arm with a gloved hand. “Really, I promise. Take the gloves off…” she purred but Klaus shook his head.
“I hurt you.”
“It’s not your fault. I took all the medicine okay? So it’s gonna be okay, Cmere.” But Klaus could see her nose going pink already.
He knew that this wasn’t going to work. He just didn’t know how to let her go.
Klaus had been going back to the same little art shop for weeks now. His studio at home was stacked with paints but it didn't stop him going back at least once every few days.
The little bell chimed gently above the door as he stepped inside the cozy room. The scent of lavender floated through the room whilst the soft hum of music drifted past the selection of canvases and shelves.
His eyes immediately searched for her familiar face.
Y/N was handing a customer their receipt along with a beautifully decorated paper bag which contained whatever supplies they had bought. He moved out the buyers way when they headed for the door and took their place at the till.
"Hi Nik." She greeted, a smile on her face which he couldn't help but mirror.
"Busy day, sweetheart?" He asked as that damned bell rang again and a fellow artist made their way inside.
"Always busy in New Orleans!" She chirped, her eyes bright and keen as she waved at the other woman in the shop.
Klaus hummed faintly and tapped his fingers gently against the wood that stood between them. He waited relatively patiently for her to serve the woman before waiting for her attention again.
She turned back to him and gave him a cute little head tilt. "You can't possibly need more paint?" She laughed, the sound ran right along his spine and he felt his hairs stand on edge.
"Well paints aren't all you sell now are they, love?" He grinned and she shook her head.
"Pick whatever you like." She told him, gesturing to the contents of her shop making him push that little pout to his face.
"You aren't going to come out from behind there and help?" He questioned, tone playful. Her cheeks went an adorable shade of pink as she pushed the pointless gate that separated her and her customers to come over to his side.
Klaus smiled as she came over to him. He loved when he got to be so close. She was the kindest, most gentle hearted person he had ever met.
His eyes took in the soft, beautiful features of her face before trailing downwards. Her dress was a soft shade of blue in colour, one of his favourites. The bodice was fitted perfectly, the built in cups showing the perfect shape of each of her breasts before the aline skirt hid the rest of her curves. He glanced to the comfortable but never less than pretty flats that adorned her feet. Klaus loved that she never wore heels, kept her small and dainty.
Klaus was certain that even without his superhuman strength, it would be easy to pick her up, spin her around, lift her up, catch her, anything.
His eyes snapped back up to hers, taking in the way her irises swirled with colour. Suddenly the realisation dawned on him that her soft lips were moving, he tuned back into the conversation.
"Canvases? Or do you want something else like uh the dream catchers and things? I know you don't usually but there are some more...masculine ones you could have..." She offered, eyes darting round the room as she spoke about different things and thought of anything else she could offer him. "I have candles and incense? Uh...evil eyes? Some things to bring luck and stuff? You don't seem like a crystal guy..." She murmured, thinking aloud and he couldn't help but feel a little amused.
"Not particularly, but for you sweetheart I could be." He smirked and Y/N looked down with a smile.
"What did you come in for Nik?" She asked and he clicked his tongue.
"Well.." He muttered, his expression never dulling. "I came in hoping for a date...perhaps you have a spare evening this week?" Klaus proposed, his eyes wondering over her again without meaning to.
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, it wasn't the first time he had asked for a date; in fact he asked pretty much every single time he walked in there.
"Nik-" She sighed softly and he huffed.
"Oh come on sweetheart! Just one dinner, one glass of wine...one kiss...one touch...one-"
"Nik!" She scolded and he groaned unseriously.
"Y/N..." He borderline whined and she giggled. "I'll buy every last brush in this store. Every last tube of paint, every sheet of paper, everything for one evening where you're mine and mine alone."
"If you buy everything it'll take me forever to restock." She shrugged and he swallowed down the little growl that his wolf produced.
"Then I'll spend all week helping you stack the shelves," He grinned and looked down at her, wanting nothing more than to grab her perfect little face and kiss that teasing smile right off her face. "I'll have to lift you up to help you reach those high shelves. Do tell me love, how did you get those up their?" Klaus asked as he eyed the beginners painting gift sets that rest far to high up for her adorable height to reach.
"Hm? Oh. My ex put them up there...they're just display ones, thats why people ask for them and I get some from out back." She explained and his light mood lowered.
"When was this ex last around?" He questioned, desperately trying to sound casual however it was anything but.
"Oh he doesn't come around here anymore." She told him simply but there was an underlying tone to her words.
"Did you end on good terms?" Klaus asked, curiosity obvious but also his concern.
"Uh...sure...you know, all breakups are messy." She mumbled, her attention on a little feather that dangled from a dream catcher she was fiddling with.
Klaus nodded silently, understanding that the topic needed to be dropped for the time being. He cleared his throat and picked the decoration from her hand.
"I like this one." He decided, whether it was because it was pretty or because she had touched it was unclear.
"You sure?" She checked, that smile on her face always contagious and it made him nod.
"Definitely."
"I'll bag it up for you" She told him, taking the dream catcher back and going back behind to the till. Klaus leaned against it, gazing at her as she picked a bag out for him. Each paper back was hand painted by her to be unique, there must have been hundreds ready and he couldn't help but wonder how much time she spent each week preparing them all. His eyes watched her hands wrap the item in a couple layers of tissue paper before gently placing it in the bag and placing it up in front of him. "Cash or card?" she asked, eyes back on his.
"Cash" He answered automatically, pulling out a fifty and she shook her head.
"Nik, no. No more big tips." She told him, borderline whined and he grinned.
"Oh love, you deserve the tips. Think of it as me paying for the bag." He offered a solution and she huffed.
"The dream catcher is $5. The paper bag is not worth $45." She argued and he shook his head.
"The bags are as beautiful as the item. And the dream catcher is worth more than $5" He countered and she sighed softly to herself as she reluctantly took the money from his fingers. "So...about that date" He brought up and she shot him a playful glare.
"I'm...very busy." She muttered and he hummed, clearly unconvinced.
"Perhaps you could schedule me in for next week then? Morning, afternoon, evening, middle of the night, it doesn't matter." He listed, becoming all the more eager, bordering on desperate.
"I'm just not ready for a relationship at the moment Nik and I don't think I could go on one date with you without wanting another." She sighed and he softened.
"Alright" He whispered with a nod. "I understand that..." He paused for a moment as he took the bag. "I can wait." He shrugged and her brows furrowed slightly.
"Wait?" She questioned and he nodded.
"I'm a patient man, I can wait for you to be ready." He told her and he meant it.
Y/N was human. She didn't know who or what he was. He wasn't Klaus Mikaelson the crazed hybrid, disgrace to the wolves and tyrant to the vampires, father to the tribrid and son to the original witch. He was just Nik, an artist. So simple yet it allowed him to be so much more. A man instead of a monster.
It was nice having Y/N's attention, she didn't have any twisted intentions. No ulterior motives, she wasn't evil or calculated, she was just kind and genuine.
"I'll still be coming here every week for paints and what not, then when you're ready I'll take you somewhere fancy." He winked and she laughed softly.
"I'll see you in a few days." She told him as he stepped back toward the door.
"I'll see you soon sweetheart."
And obviously he did. He came back all the time. Often giving her little paintings he had made with things from her shop. They could be seen hanging up in the back. Y/N lived in the apartment above her shop and almost never left the building, she had no need to unless she needed to go shopping. She went out for her weekly visit to town on Monday as it was the only day her art job closed. Klaus would almost always be roaming around the supermarket, waiting for her to show up so he could help pick out her dinners for the week and carry her bags home for her whilst she scolded him for trying to pay for her groceries.
Back home his family never knew where Klaus was going so often. All he said on a Monday morning was that he'd be back later to Hope and then would be gone for hours.
Never would any of them have thought he would be pushing a trolley round each aisle or juggling cartons round a shop.
Once he helped her get everything inside he would carry the bags up the steep steps leading from the back of her store but he never went into her apartment. She hadn't ever invited him in. He would just pass her bags over the threshold whilst she spoke to him from her kitchen as she put things away. When she came back out he would help her organise out back and sometimes he got to decorate the paper bags with her, swirling beautiful patterns and scenes across the material.
He'd only leave when it got dark and she became hungry, not without offering to take her out of course. Inevitably Klaus would go home in a strangely good mood, taking Hope to bed and reading her a story before going to his own room with only one thing or person on his mind.
Hayley, Rebekah and Freya would all hold the same look, knowing that Klaus was in over his head. Elijah would shake his head every time at their childish giggles and tell them to leave Niklaus alone, not that Klaus seemed the slightest bit aware. He was sure that he was very discreet about his visits.
But they all would get nosey each time he came down the stairs, skip in his usually dull step, a smile on his usually grumpy face. The girls would start to whisper and even Marcel would crack a joke every now and then. Klaus however, remained oblivious.
He hung around Y/N like a love-stuck puppy, bringing flowers and sketches for her to enjoy. But one day when he walked in, the little bell didn't ring.
A frown settled upon his face as he noticed the item on the ground.
"Y/N?" He called, picking up the bell and walking further in. He heard a crash from out back and immediately pushed past the gate. Y/N was yelling incoherently, crying and backing away from a very rageful man.
A switch flicked in Klaus's mind.
Y/N sat in the corner of the room, face in her knees and hands over her ears whilst Klaus mercilessly beat the man until he couldn't blubber a word. The guy was dragged out into the alley round the back of the building, propped up by the bin and told that should he try to move, Klaus would pick him apart limb by limb.
Klaus went back to Y/N, his hands bloody so he wiped them on his shirt before taking her face into his hold only to see light bruising starting to form across the top of her cheek. His arms moved to pick her up, carrying her upstairs.
"I need you to invite me in, love." He told her, ignoring her confusion and making her say the words that allowed him inside. Once she was sat down on her sofa, blanket draped over her shoulders and an ice pack in hr hand, she started to calm down.
Her gaze stayed on Klaus as he cleaned his surprisingly unbruised hands in the kitchen sink. His henley was stained, finger smears of blood that made her feel sick.
"Who was that man?" Klaus demanded, voice much colder than she had ever heard it. It frightened her.
"He's my ex-" She told her, voice wobbly as she sniffed.
"I thought he didn't come round here?" He snapped and she flinched.
"He's not meant to...I have a restraining order" She whimpered and Klaus swallowed, trying to push his anger down. It wasn't directed at her, it was at the man bleeding out downstairs.
He wasn't thinking straight, but he knew that he needed to stop yelling. If Y/N had been in a presumably abusive relationship before then witnessing Klaus almost killing a man would not bode well for him. Being too loud, too aggressive in his movements would scare her more.
His hands rubbed down his face, trying to conjure ideas on how to fix everything. Klaus considered compelling her but he was certain that it would come back to bite him in the ass. He didn't want to be a vampire to her, a hybrid. He couldn't heal her, it would complicate things further.
What would a human do? He wondered, glancing over at her tear-stained face as she looked up at him silently begging for help.
"Should I...call the police?" He sort of offered, feeling strangely nervous. He thought maybe it was the right thing to do. He would compel his way out of any charges of course but at least to Y/N he would be a good person doing the right thing.
"No..." Y/N whispered and he was a little surprised when she shook her head. "You'll be in trouble."
"I won't...it'll be ruled as defence of innocent life, I didn't attack him, he attacked you and I stopped him. He's in the wrong." Klaus argued, voice much gentler now.
"You don't know him...he has ties and connections, the police will ruin you, you'll be taken away. He's not gonna come back...you scared him but if you take him to court he'll win. I only got the restraining order because I gave everything for it." She explained. Klaus hated how vulnerable she was because of that man.
"Okay" He murmured, nodding. "We should get you to a doctor though, you're still hurt."
"It's just bruising, nothings broken, I'd know." She uttered, her eyes glancing down momentarily in shame.
Klaus knew that he would have her ex strung up by his own intestines. Tearing him apart from the inside out and watching the fear and horror leave his face when death took his filthy soul.
Cautiously, he sat down beside her and helped her over to him to hold her in a comforting hug. Her tears began quiet before they developed into broken sobs that she must’ve been holding in for so long. Klaus understood now why she wasn't ready for him but he made her a promise that he would wait and he would continue to uphold that by being there for her so that she may heal.
Later that day once Y/N had cried herself to sleep, Klaus went out back to move her ex-boyfriend. He put him down in the dungeons of the abattoir before returning to the shop and cleaning everything up. Putting every last piece of paper back on their shelf, he picked up the torn bags that Y/N had made and put them in the bin before spending his night making a hundred more to replace them.
The next day Y/N didn't come downstairs, he could hear her lead in bed, sniffling away to herself. He didn't want to make her come down so he ran the shop for her, serving customers and packaging things the way he had seen her do and restocking shelves at the end of the day so that everything was perfect like she had it. He locked the front up for her and went upstairs, going through her cupboards to cook her something for dinner.
Her tired little self had shuffled into the room once the inviting smell travelled through her door and enticed her presence.
Klaus brought her the plate of food to the little kitchen island and helped her onto the chair.
"It wasn't too busy today but it wasn't too quiet either." He told her whilst getting her some water.
"You worked for me?" She whispered and he nodded.
"Course I did, I'm not the only artist who relies on your shop." He told her, a playful element to his words to make her smile.
"Thank you" She whispered earnestly. "For today and yesterday."
"We don't need to remember yesterday." He murmured, shaking his head.
"You didn't do anything wrong... you saved me."
"Right place, right time." He argued and she scoffed softly but he wouldn't let her contradict him.
Eventually they just agreed to disagree and they tidied everything up before Klaus went home.
He got in and went straight to Hope's room, apologising for being gone so long and promising to take her out for the whole day tomorrow.
They went for ice cream, to the park, for afternoon tea and to a soft-play. All women loved seeing a dedicated father, especially an attractive one. However no matter how many mothers hit on him or how many by passers would flirt, Klaus wouldn't bat an eye. Y/N was at the centre of his mind all of the time when it came to women. He barely noticed the amount of eyes on him, the attention he usually craved.
Now the only eyes he needed on him were hers.
Weeks passed by of him continuing his routine of dropping by.
Her ex-boyfriend was long gone and very mutilated.
He fell harder and harder for her, he could've stared at her for lifetimes. Sometimes he would linger around the shop until she gave in and asked if he wanted to use her art studio upstairs, it was smaller than his at home but felt much more intimate. It was as though he could see her every feeling sprawled out across the walls, the floor, everything everywhere. He ended up with his own rack on canvases in her studio which he would add to as often as she let him.
He waited a fair amount of time before he got to take her out.
She met him outside of her shop, dressed as gorgeous as ever when he pulled up beside her in his car. He got out to open the passenger door for her, making sure she knew how much she brightened his evening.
Y/N was a little quiet on the drive there, her walls were up when it came to dating and he knew that and made sure not to push his limits.
Dinner was as sweet as expected, he behaved as the perfect gentleman to charm her and treat her correctly. There was never a moment of doubt or a second she felt even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Everything seemed to flow perfectly.
At the end he brought her home and made sure she got in okay. There were no kisses but he had expected that and didn't mind. Klaus was too overjoyed that he had finally gotten to take her out to be stressed over a kiss.
Oh but once he got that first kiss, he never wanted a day without one.
Klaus wasn't a touchy person usually.
However whenever given the opportunity to have hand on his girl? Whether it be the small of her back, her hip, her waist, her hand, her knee?
It didn't matter where, so long as she was happy and comfortable.
Once the relationship started rolling, it seemed to have a smooth journey.
Klaus had practically moved into her apartment.
He was always curled up around her on the sofa, tickling her sides and nuzzling her hair while she tried to finish a drawing off. Often they would both be in her little studio, getting paint everywhere as they tried to create a joint painting. Klaus would always be there for at least one out of the three meals.
After a couple months of dates and kisses, he told her something really important; that he was a father.
Y/N had been shocked and a little upset that he hadn't told her sooner but eventually she understood why he didn't want to broadcast it.
"It's nothing to do with you, my love. I wouldn't have told any woman until I..." He paused, he wasn't sure this was the right time to say he loved her. "Until I really care about them, If I had told you then I would have introduced you and I couldn't do that unless I was sure...everything's much more complicated when a child's involved." Klaus explained.
"I get it Nik, I do. I just- I need some time to digest it, okay?" She sighed and he felt his heart sink as he nodded, kissed her head and headed home.
He loved Y/N and it would break his heart but if she couldn't be apart of Hope's life ever then she couldn't be apart of his, not truly.
A few days went by, he gave her some space and didn't come by the shop, before he received a message from her asking if he would come over.
Klaus knew he would never let her go after that.
He let her meet Hope only a week later, watched as she pushed his daughter on the swings and went down the slide with her on her lap. Hope was still young, only just getting ready to start school so she latched onto Y/N easily.
Everything moulded together so beautifully.
To him, they were the little family he had secretly craved.
A family where hatred was non-existent.
Love was truly boundless and honest.
Arguments were rare and were over surprisingly fast. Klaus was used to endless grudges and growing hatreds against everyone but not her and Hope. There wasn't a bad thing to say about either of them.
But it was getting difficult for a few reasons.
The main one being that he was keeping a lot of secrets.
She didn't even know his name. To her he was Nik Michaels.
Not Niklaus Mikaelson.
He was human, an artist who was doing really well and had lots of foreign buyers.
She knew he had a big family, he had mentioned some names and stories here and there but it was strongly implied that they didn't speak anymore.
Y/N wouldn't have ever guessed that he was living with them.
She didn't know where he lived, just assumed he hadn't ever taken her before because she'd never asked and because of Hope.
Another growing issue for Klaus was his need for further intimacy.
He had so much understanding for how she felt and how she had been treated in the past, he wouldn't voice his desires but they were slowly driving him crazy.
The amount of masterbation he had engaged in since he met her was making his balls hurt.
As a man who had never really had such tight loyalty to a woman or had to wait so long for any sort of sexual contact, the past months drove his body crazy. Especially with how perfect she was.
Sometimes when they'd snuggle up he'd feel himself get all hard again, he'd ignore it for as long as possible before it became painful. It was unclear as to whether Y/N was unaware or choosing to ignore what was happening when he would disappear to another room to try to ease the tension.
There had been a lot of times that he had smelt her lovely arousal, often when making out or lead in bed but she never addressed it either so he knew she wasn't ready.
Klaus knew she wasn't ready to have sex but he wondered if she was ready for anything else.
So when she was laid against him on the sofa beneath a blanket with a romantic film playing in front of her, he let his hands slip downwards.
He mirrored the actions of the man on the screen, letting his fingers disappear under her waist band and graze over her panties. Y/N's hand held onto his shirt at his shoulder, she was tense but nodded silently.
Klaus's fingers pet her clit through the cotton barrier, varying his pressure and direction.
A series of little mewls and gasps left her soft lips whilst her head went down, her face pressing into his shoulder as her hips rolled against his hand and wrist.
"You feel so lovely." He whispered as he pulled her underwear aside and coated his fingers in her wetness.
Y/N held onto him so tightly, her breathing messy and unpredictable as she whimpered.
"Please Nik, please keep going."
Klaus groaned at the sound of her begging and eagerly obliged.
He leant down to kiss her forehead softly to keep her comforted as he circled his fingers over her sweet little jewel.
He was slightly hesitant to let his middle finger sink into her but after another minute of her delicate little moans he let her tight heat encase his skin.
The sound she produced was pornographic and her hips thrust forward with desperation. Klaus felt her nails break through his shirt and dig into his skin making hiss in a pained delight and pump a second finger within her velvet walls.
"Nik!" She cried beautifully and he leaned down to kiss below her ear before nipping her earlobe. Her moans fuelled his wrist to move faster, push deeper.
The slippery swollen clit beneath the pad of his thumb felt as though it was buzzing as her face pushed right into his neck, a muffled call leaving her as she came undone.
Klaus eased his fingers out of her gently and gradually slowed the stroke of his thumb before pulling his hand out from under the covers and sucking her taste from them. His eyes rolled back and his tongue licked over his bottom lip to catch the drip.
He looked down to look at Y/N as her chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath and her hair stuck to the back of her neck making him push the blanket down a bit to help her cool.
Klaus kissed her cheek before turning her head with his hand to feel those lips he loved so dearly against his own. He loved how she panted into their kiss, stealing all the air from his lungs and letting him be blessed with another soft little moan he had dreamt of for months.
He pulled away slowly and kissed her lips a few more times, looking down at her eyes through his own and enjoying her disheveled state.
"I love you." Klaus whispered, his eyes darting between hers to gage her reaction.
"I love you too." She replied without missing a beat making him release a breath and kissing her again for a little longer to really saver that feeling.
From that day Klaus almost lived in her little apartment.
He restocked shelves in the evening, helped her cook, helped clean and then snuggled until bed.
Hope had been coming round a few days in the week, not sleeping over because he didn't want to raise alarm bells with his family and also because there wasn't room but she came over to play after the store closed and on Mondays when it was closed they would often drive out of town to go to softplays and parks.
A couple times Hope had accidentally called Y/N 'Mommy'. Every time Hope would either feel really bad and cry or wouldn't notice at all, no in between.
Klaus would calm her down and tell her that Y/N didn't mind and that they knew she didn't mean it to upset her real mommy.
Y/N would just soften even more.
Being a parent was something she did want one day and knowing that to Hope she was good enough to be called her mommy gave her such joy and love for the sweet child.
Klaus and Y/N never mentioned having children. It was a little difficult with them living separately and her working nearly everyday so it wasn't brought up.
They didn't think nor worry about that.
Well...not until she wound up pregnant.
Klaus had just unlocked the door to come inside, bouquet of flowers in his hand and smile on his face before he heard her soft sniffles from the bathroom.
His face dropped and he quickly shoved the door open.
His brows furrowed before his eyes widened as he looked around.
At least five pregnancy tests were littered on the floor around her as she curled into herself and cried.
Slowly he picked one up and read that magic little word.
Klaus swallowed thickly and knelt down to wrap his arms around Y/N's frame.
"It's alright, love." He whispered to her. His hands rubbed her back and sides gently whilst he focused his hearing on her body, listening for that faint little beat of their baby's heart.
Her head shook with a sniff as she leaned against him.
"I can't afford a baby...it's too soon. I'm not- I was gonna wait at least a couple years, we haven't been together long enough-"
Klaus tried to shush her gently but her breathing became more and more rapid and her words started to blur together.
Klaus could feel the worry building except he was worrying for two now.
"Y/N" He murmured, cupping her teary face in his hands. "We'll figure this out. I'm gonna be here, I can afford this okay? You can't worry about that. Just... just worry about your health and our baby." He trailed as his hand slid down her front to her tummy.
Y/N looked up at him through glassy eyes before glancing at his hand. She was quiet for the longest time, staying on the floor as he cleaned up the tests, throwing all but one out.
He made sure she ate something for dinner before going to bed with her, snuggling close and whispering about how beautiful their little boy or girl would be.
Y/N went back to work the next day, despite Klaus trying to persuade her that he could run the shop whilst she had a few days to herself.
So whilst she ran the art store, he started looking at real-estate nearby.
He knew that they would need a house with at least three bedrooms if not four; one for them, one for the baby and one for Hope.
If he could get a four bed it could be a playroom and then one day another bedroom.
Klaus worried a bit over how his family would be, if they'd let him take Hope. Of course Hayley would have her half the time but he knew Hayley and he knew she wouldn't want split custody. But he couldn't leave Y/N and their child so he'd have to get it to work.
In the early months of Y/N's pregnancy everything was normal.
Klaus kept up his visits, took her to doctors appointments and hid little sonograms in his room at home.
Though they didn't stay there long before he found a house.
It was perfect.
Five bedrooms, two of which were en suites with showers. A separate bathroom upstairs with both bath and shower and then a smaller one downstairs. The kitchen was spacious and had a lot of potential which Klaus immediately took advantage of and had people in and out all of the time to fit the marble countertops. Then he had an island fitted for the mental image of his cute little family having breakfast still dressed in their pyjamas and slippers.
He still had a dining table for their evening meals and for when Hope got older and wanted to invite friends over or anything.
He also furnished the living-room to be comfy and inviting with a beautiful fireplace and everything.
Klaus had lived in many houses, mansions, apartments but they were never a home. They were soulless, empty buildings that he just floated around so this time he wanted to make it homey and special. Warm, comfortable and full of life.
Once Y/N was six, almost seven months pregnant, Klaus told he had a surprise for her that required her to be blindfolded. She had yawned and told him that she was too tired which made him chuckle before leading her into the car.
When he took the cloth away from her eyes she was faced with such a stereotypical sight; that big white picket fenced house with a lovely lawn covered in flowers and berry plants.
Klaus wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting both hands on her now prominent baby-bump whilst placing a kiss to her temple.
"I know you were worried about raising our little one in your flat...The house is all ready for us, I'll keep your apartment above the shop so that you still have it and I’ll run the art store whilst you’re on maternity- We can have your things moved here- though I did buy some new-" He kept rambling but Y/N spun round and pushed her lips to his to shut him up.
She pulled away after a moment and rest her head in the crook of her neck, Klaus nuzzled into her hair before he realised she was sniffling back tears.
"What's wrong, my love?" He whispered and she wiped her eyes.
"Nothing...it's just perfect...you're perfect." She whimpered and he smiled, holding her tight. He chuckled softly, her pregnancy hormones had made her so teary over the smallest things but he didn't mind.
"You want to go see inside?" He asked her and she nodded vigorously, holding onto his hand as he lead her to the doorway.
He showed her the downstairs before taking her to their bedroom. On the bedside table was a framed sonogram and a framed positive pregnancy test. Y/N was a sniffling mess in seconds and Klaus was kissing all over her face to try calm those cries away.
She was a mess when he brought her to the nursery, it wasn't decorated yet, only a simple crib in the room.
"I couldn't design this room without you." He whispered, stroking her bump as he did so.
That night Y/N and Klaus cooked for the first time in their new house, snuggled by their never before used fireplace and then went up to their new bed.
Klaus helped her our of her maternity clothes, shushing her when she told him she was gross like this.
"You're gorgeous like this, I love that you're pregnant with our baby." He told her as he unclipped her bra making her whimper.
"I just want it out of me now." She sniffed, trying to cover her body with her arms and hands but he wouldn't let her.
"I love your body, it's always beautiful." He promised while pushing her to lay down on her back. Klaus wiped away the little tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes and kissed her sweet lips.
His hands slid up to gently cup her swollen breasts, caressing them softly and kissing her jaw.
"We can't have sex like this...I look like-"
"You look like an angel." He cut her off, refusing to hear her talk bad about herself. He trailed his lips down her neck to her chest before sucking little red marks into her breasts. Klaus listened to her whimper, glancing up to check she wasn't hurting from how sore she was becoming lately. He smiled when he saw the look of pleasure in her eyes and slipped his hand down between her thighs where it belonged.
He stroked her pussy gently, feeling how wet she was without him having to do anything.
Klaus knew Y/N needed him, his body, much more then she would ask for because she had become so self-conscious since getting a little bigger. Klaus found it silly that she could think being full of his child would make her less attractive, if anything it made her ten times sexier.
Of course he knew that sometimes she was too tired but there were many occasions when she needed him and he knew it but wouldn't want him to touch her.
Tonight he felt the strong need to satisfy his love.
So he circled her clit rhythmically whilst getting his pants off as swiftly as possible.
Y/N had no time to protest before his cock was burying inside her. She whimpered loudly and rolled her head to the side.
"Nik..." She moaned and he groaned, leaning down to kiss her cheek round to her lips.
Y/N was desperate for the feel of his mouth on hers, the thrust of his cock between her walls and the grip of his hands on her hips but she couldn't help but worry about how she looked and she only knew she was going to get bigger in the remaining three months. Her eyes glanced down at her belly and the was he tried his best not to touch it as his hips rocked up against hers. Their lips parted and he cupped the side of her face.
"I'm just making sure I don't hurt the baby is all." He whispered, noticing her sad stare. "Don't think I don't want to touch you all over." He purred into her ear before sucking her earlobe between his teeth. "Once our little one is born and you're all rested I'll make sure you remember how good it feels when I get rough, hm?" He murmured whilst kissing the side of her face.
Y/N nodded stiffly and pushed her face into the crook of his neck, just focusing on the heat of his skin on hers and the electricity running in their veins.
Klaus kept his body moving, bucking his hips just right to make her moan into his skin. His hand kept playing with her swollen clit, teasing her closer and closer.
He grew more needy for her cunt to clamp down as he felt himself leak a few drops inside her. Klaus was grateful that she couldn't see his face when his eyes went gold and his fangs elongated, threatening her flavoursome flesh.
Y/N could feel his breathing against her shoulder as his fingers dug into her sides.
"That's it, love-" He gasped, thrusting faster before slowing and giving a few slow, calculated plunges of his cock before feeling her sweet pussy squeeze tighten and gush around him.
Klaus released a fast breath, urging his hybrid features to go away when he felt her shift beneath him, whispering if he was okay.
He forced the fangs back in, the gold away and the veins to fade beneath his eyes as he felt her insecurities start to bubble.
Klaus pushed up on his arms, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
His hands caressed up and down her body, making sure not to leave an inch of her untouched before he pulled himself out of her and slid his hands under her.
"Oh god- Nik don’t even try-" She protested but he picked her up with ease, much to her surprise, and carried her to their en suite bathroom.
Y/N went quiet at how easily he seemed to hold her as he ran a bath. Then lowered her into the warm water and continued to clean the sweat from her body and lean down to leave a display of kisses on her already marked up skin.
She couldn't help but just gaze at him as he let her relax amongst the bubbles and washed himself in the glass shower.
The hybrid smirked to himself as he felt his love's eyes on him as the water ran down the length of his body. He cast a few looks her way, admiring her shy smile as she sunk into the water though that beautiful bump of hers still peaked up at him.
Once they were both out they laid down in the now clean bed. (Klaus had managed to secretly use his vampire speed to change all the bedding). They curled up together and drifted to a peaceful sleep.
The weeks seemed to go so fast, Klaus kept forgetting to go home to the point where his siblings actually thought something bad had happened.
Which was why when Klaus had gone grocery shopping for the two of them, Y/N was home alone to answer the door to three of his siblings.
Rebekah, Elijah and Freya all held threatening stances as they glared down the door, expecting a witch or a vampire.
None of them were expecting nine-month-pregnant, overly emotional and tired young woman to answer the door.
She looked back at them a little confused and frightened when she realised they did not look friendly and she did not recognise them form the little neighbourhood she and Klaus had been getting to know.
She shifted on her feet and placed a protective hand on her pregnant tummy.
"Can I help you?" She asked, voice soft and clearly nervous making the three siblings share a few looks.
Elijah was about to apologise and claim they had the wrong house but Rebekah got in first.
"Do you know Klaus?" She questioned, tone coming out too harsh making Elijah wince.
"Uhm no...I'm sorry, I don't think anyone called Klaus lives close. Uh... two streets over theres a Clyde?" She tried to be helpful and it was obvious to all three of them that this girl wasn't going to have the answers they were looking for.
"We're very sorry for the intrusion miss." Elijah apologised, silently urging his sisters to leave this woman alone. "I think we got the wrong street, I hope you can forgive us." He told her earnestly and she nodded.
"It's okay...theres a lot of roads its easy to go down the wrong one- oh!" She cut herself off with a cry and they all went tense. Elijah stepped forward offering his arm for her to grab and squeeze painfully and she yelled out in pain.
"Rebekah! Start the car!" He called, wrapping his arm round the woman and helping her out the house. "Freya? Where's the closest hospital?" He questioned whilst squeezing her hand as her breathing started to level out.
"It's okay" Y/N whimpered, not wanting to give birth without Nik.
"Of course it's okay darling. Has your water broke yet?" Elijah asked, guiding her to the car.
"Yeah- It went just before you knocked... I was about to call- Oh god Nik- my phone I can't-" Her breathing picked up again but this time in a panic before another contraction came and she cried out, clutching his hand for dear life.
"It's alright, it's alright. The hospital will have his number, is he your next of kin?" He asked and she nodded, relaxing at the realisation and letting him ease her into the car.
Rebekah drove like a mad women, trying to keep conversation flowing; name, age, family, future plans.
Freya was talking through breathing exercises and Elijah kept himself as a human stress ball.
Once they pulled up at the hospital they were all rushing in, yelling that they needed nurses, doctors anything to help this woman.
Surprisingly they all remained in the waiting room for a couple hours after feeling a strange bond with the mother-to-be after finding and helping her.
None of them really linked the fact that her boyfriend’s name being Nik could have been Niklaus, especially with how confused she was when they said Klaus.
So nobody was ready for Klaus to come rushing through the hospital, barging past anything and shoving the door open.
A silence fell over the three for the first time in years as they just stared at the closed door.
Nobody moved for ages, even as Klaus dashed in and out of the room for more ice-chips, they just stayed put.
Occasionally one of them would go to the bathroom or to get a sandwich from a vending machine but they didn't even consider leaving the hospital until they heard the cries of a beautiful newborn baby.
Rebekah physically relaxed, collapsing in her seat when she was sure that the baby was okay.
Hayley received a vague text that they'd be home sometime in the next couple days before they got back to patiently waiting for Y/N To be well enough.
The next morning the door opened and all three of them got up to their feet at the sight of Klaus with his arms around Y/N and her arms around the sweetest little baby ever.
"Oh. Those are the lovely people I told you about." She told Klaus, looking straight at them making Klaus turn his head.
His face dropped when he saw them and her heart-rate spiked.
He tried to shake his head, to get out of this but he was panicking.
Y/N didn't know about the supernaturals.
She didn't know about all his siblings.
She didn't know he was Klaus.
She didn't know anywhere near enough to be dealing with any of it right after giving birth.
"That's...that's very...kind of them." He choked out, trying to get anything out of him.
"We should thank them, they didn't need to stay." She whispered to him and he hesitantly nodded.
"I'll thank them, you get him into the car okay my love? He needs to get away from all these sick people." He told her, kissing her head and then his son's.
"No- Nik, come on lets just go say thank you." She argued, tiredly and made her way over making him hurry after her and keep his hand on her so they couldn't get too close.
He glared them down, daring them to say a word as Y/N thanked them so so much for getting her there safely and talking to her. She showed them the baby and Elijah worried that Klaus might actually snap when Rebekah asked to hold him.
"I think he's a little tired, probably best to get him home. Come on love, we all need rest." He urged and Freya nodded, putting a hand on Rebekah's shoulder.
"He's right, they need to get settled. Maybe one day we'll get to see the little man again." She agreed but the underlying question was there as to whether Klaus was ever planning to come clean about whatever was going on.
He let out a sigh and slipped his hand round to hold his son's tiny hand.
"Perhaps. Now we really need to leave." He was getting frustrated and Y/N was confused.
He lead her away and she looked up at him.
"Nik...is something wrong? Do you know them?" She asked as they got out the door and a frown swirled across his features.
"It's...I'm gonna explain it later okay? I just need you both inside and safe and comfy, I just..." He swallowed down his worry and strapped their little boy into the carseat. "I love you." He told her, standing up straight and cupping her face.
"I love you too...I don't understand what that-"
"It doesn't, I just need you to know how much I adore you." He whispered and she smiled.
"I love you too." She kissed his lips softly. "Nothing's going to change that." She promised and Freya, Elijah and Rebekah listened from round the corner with soft smiles on their faces.
Everything was going to be different when they got home.
Klaus was worried.
His son had just been born, healthy and perfect.
He had planned to bring them home, feed her a lovely dinner and possibly propose to her.
He had chosen the most gorgeous ring.
Klaus wanted to be with her forever, especially now that they had a new little angel that they shared.
He hadn't ever had such a normal, domesticated relationship.
The house, the kids.
If they got a pet his life would be every movie ever.
But now he had to ruin it all.
He had to reveal the worst parts about himself.
How would his darling Y/N react when she found out he was a serial-killing monster who's haunted millions of people for hundreds of years. Or that he daggered his own siblings, tortured innocents and sacrificed teenagers.
Could she forgive that?
Should she love him?
Would she even want someone like that near such a delicate baby boy?
Klaus stared at himself in the mirror, tucking the ring box back into his hiding place and taking a breath as he tried to ready himself.
Okay, I'm in pain. Braces are not a joke. But hey fuck braces I'm a women and don't need a man, but here I am.
Reader being in her period and Klaud being a good boyfriend and going to the store and buying pads, tampons, chocolate, heating pads, etc.
All fluff, please.
Help, Care, Love
Klaus poked his head round into Y/n’s room cautiously, he had gotten a meltdown of a phone call from her crying that she needed him.
He could’ve panicked that she had been in danger but he had learnt to recognise this specific cry. And he knew what she needed.
So he had made a quick detour to the shops before rushing to her house.
He stepped inside quietly and noticed her bathroom door a little open making his eyes soften. He neared it and pulled the pads and tampons out of the plastic bag before pushing it through the gap and holding it out until he felt her hand brush his as she took it from him.
“Thank you” she sniffed and he smiled softly to himself. He closed the door with a click and went to sit on her bed before noticing the sheets were bloody. He removed her bedding, bringing it to her laundry room and putting them in the washer before grabbing her other set and quickly putting it all on. Making sure the room smelt like fresh linen like he knew she liked and lighting a similar scented candle that he had bought for her and placing it on her dresser.
“Klaus?” She whispered hoarsely through the door and he looked over
“Is something wrong my love?” He asked gently, he could hear her shuffle on her feet and her thickly swallow
“Can you get me some clothes please?” She uttered, embarrassment in her voice.
“Of course” he replied quickly as he grabbed her some joggers and one of the henleys he had left there a little while before. He tapped on the door, prompting her to open it and turned his head away as she took the clothes from him and stepping back when she disappeared again.
He set the back on her side table and pulled out the box of chocolates, placing them on the side of her bed along with a a range of crisp brands, haribo and other snacks he picked up.
Y/n slowly opened the bathroom door and looked up to where Klaus stood waiting patiently for her, his expression softening when he noticed the clothes bundled up in her hands.
“Let me wash those for you angel” he murmured as he took them from her, flashed away and then back to her with clean hands and a loving smile.
Her fingers fiddled together before he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her frame. His hand held the back of her head, pressing her face into his chest and kissing her hair lightly.
“I got you something to eat if you’d like? Ibuprofen is best taken on a full stomach, but you can have your paracetamol now” he told her gently, stroking her hair leisurely. She nodded soundlessly and he leaned back a little to kiss her cheek before leading her back to her bed.
She froze when she looked to her bed, seeing he had already tidied everything for her and sniffed again making him gently stroke her face “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He questioned and she shook her head before hugging him tightly making him let out a breath and rubbing her back.
“I love you so much” she whispered and he smiled softly
“I love you so much more…” he murmured back, petting her head lovingly. “Is there anything you would like angel? Can I do anything for you?” He asked wanting to care for her as much as he could.
“I just need you” she whispered and he smiled warmly. He kept his arms around her, hugging her to him and waddling them other to her bed. He sat her up against the headboard, keeping her comfortable and tucking her legs under the covers. He pulls the pillows to support her back and grabbed a tube of pringles, placing them in her lap as he snuggled up to her side and pulled himself closer.
“Netflix..or…?” He trailed as her head dropped to rest against his shoulder
“Disney?” She asked quietly and he hummed, the one time y/n would get away with having him watch anything she wanted.
“If you insist dear” he agreed, a small smile on his lips when she nuzzled closer. He passed her the remote and dug his hand into his pocket to pull out the pain relief he had retrieved for her. He rummaged through the things he had bought her and popped the top off her bottled water. “One now?” He asked as he brought the pill to her mouth, she nodded and accepted. Once consumed he kissed the side of her head and let his hand rest on her lower belly.
“Where’s your heating pad?” He questioned quietly as her face scrunched in pain while she watched her film.
“I forgot to charge it” she whispered, disappointment clear in her tone.
“I’ll put it on charge and get you a hot water bottle instead okay?” He offered, though it wasn’t really a question more of an informative statement. He hurried down the stairs and grabbed the disregarded heating pad, plugged it in and boiled the kettle.
When he came back he found an overly emotional version of his girl as she munched on her chocolate buttons, wiping her tears after witnessing Mufasa’s death.
He couldn’t help the smile that creeped back up on him seeing her so vulnerable and soft.
Klaus slid back under the covers, pulling her close and holding the hot water bottle in place where she needed it, taking pride in her pleasure filled sigh. Her head rest on his shoulder and his head lay on top of hers. Both humming ‘Hakuna matata’, knowing it all to well from the amount of time she had him watch the movie.
The was only one look in the both their eyes. Love. A love so strong that it was all either of them could ever think about. On they never wanted to lose. Something worth living a thousand years.
can you do a fluffy one where klaus is being a little too rough with the reader during sex and doesn’t hear her use the safe word because he’s so into it but immediately stops when he realizes and does extra aftercare to make up for it?
In this the safe word is just gonna be ‘red’ cuz I’m not very creative with it and ‘red’ is nice and common
I’m so sorry I hurt you
Klaus had been under a lot of stress recently, so for the past couple weeks he’s been taking his frustration out with me.
Now obviously I was a willing participant and each night was unbelievably pleasurable but each day I was becoming more sensitive and my body was aching more and more.
I wasn’t fully prepared for quite how rough he was being. He hadn’t given much foreplay beforehand like he usually does, but he was being so vocal with his appreciation.
His groans had become moans, his hips snapping painfully to mine. His hand had a strong hold on my hair as I balanced on my shaky hands and knees. His tip hit harshly to my cervix which was surely bruised, as i felt the ache throughout me increase.
I winced as he hit harder, the pain overwhelming the pleasure making me let out a gasp
“Fuck, love, fuck” he moaned, and i tried my hardest to keep in my little cry.
“Klaus- slow down a sec” i whispered but his body fucked mine supernaturally fast. The next few hits making tears burn my eyes and my walls convulse.
“God you’re so good, nice and tight” he murmured, his hand pulling my hair so my head cane back harshly
“Klaus- red! Please Klaus just give me a minute” I cried but he wasn’t stopping. His groans got progressively louder, my hand reluctantly lifted to hold his wrist to ease the strain on my head as he pulled at me again
“Red, red, red” i whispered quietly to myself in a chant. It wasn’t till I had repeated myself nearly three times over did his movements freeze.
His hands were off of my hair, i let out a sigh of relief. I felt him pull out quickly making me whimper at the dull ache that spread through me
“Y/n, Love, my love?“ he called softly, his arms scooping up my body and laying me on my back, my head against the pillows as his face hovered over mine “I'm so sorry“ he murmured while pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I groaned as he gently parted my legs looking between us and frowning. I was swollen, i knew that much as his fingers ever so lightly brushed over my red core.
“Forgive me” he breathed while closing my thighs and moving to lift me up, pulling me to his chest with an arm supporting my legs and another around my upper body
He brought us to the bathroom and turned the taps on, tipping the bubbles in before going back to the bedroom. I kept my head tucked under his chin as he quickly grabbed some clothes while still holding me up.
He whispered little ‘i love you’s to me as he slowly lowered me into the warm water. My face scrunching as the water touched me, the sensitivity still running high.
His hands left me briefly, I looked up to see him pulling a tshirt on and his sleep pants up.
“You aren’t getting in?” I asked quietly. His eyes locked with mine as his hands moved to hold my face
“No love… not this time, I just want to take care of you…I’m so sorry i hurt you” he whispered
“It’s okay” I reassured and leaned up to kiss him lips but he pulled back
“It’s not okay” he mumbled, moving to kiss the top of my head before his hands moved to stroke my hair making me whine feeling where he tugged. “Sorry” he repeated as he poured water down it, fingers tentatively brushing through it. I closed my eyes ignoring the sting lingering within me and focused on the tenderness of his touch.
“I love you so much” he muttered. His hands were lathering up my hair, making me lean back to his touch
“I love you too” I told him, his lips pressed to my shoulder in response
“You know that I didn’t mean to hurt you, right?” He asked softly and my eyes flicked open to look at him
“Of course I know that. Nik, don’t feel bad, it wasn’t your fault” I promised
“You used your safe word and I didn’t stop-“
“Yes you did“ I cut him off but he shook his head
“Not straight away, I kept going- I made you cry and I didn’t even notice…i treated you like-“
“Niklaus” I interrupted and he sighed. I took his hand in mine and held it tightly but gently
“It’s okay. You stopped as soon as you knew, you didn’t do anything that we haven’t done before. We both know that I never normally use my safe word, I was just taken by surprise” I convinced
“You don’t have to sugar coat it” he whispered
We both remained quiet as he continued to rinse my hair and then gently caress my body. I held in any sounds of distress when he skimmed over a bruise he had caused earlier on.
Klaus would never purposely hurt me, we both knew that. It was very rare he would ever cause me harm, and if he accidentally did it would be healed with his blood. It was extremely occasional, but he could forget his strength and it would cause a couple scrapes and marks. He could also forget that he was supernatural and so was his stamina, i often struggled to keep up with the hours on end. Thats why the last two weeks had been so difficult, the lack of sleep ontop of his roughness just overwhelmed me. But i knew, he never meant any harm. Ever.
I shuffled closer to him once we were back in bed. The sheets were changed and the room smelled of fresh linen. His arms circled me, pulling us together so I was on top of him.
His hands rubbed up and down my back gently, as he kissed my hair lightly
“I’ll make this up to you” he whispered into the darkness “we could go away for the weekend or something” he pondered
“Where do you want to go?” I asked softly
“You pick, it’s your gift for putting up with me” he muttered making me smile
