Tease of Yours
PAIRING | Niklaus x Reader
GENRE | Angst, fluff
WORD COUNT | 3k
WARNINGS | Blood.
SUMMARY | You could only withhold your public affections for the enemy for so long; the truth was bound to be spilt.
A single phrase echoed in your mind. Don’t fall. The time you miss a single step would be the time of your death. If only you were a vampire and could speed through the process; but as a mere human, time was only your enemy.
Your legs heaved your body up as you climbed a pillar alongside the Mikaelson’s property. It probably wasn’t the safest option to see your boyfriend and would be easier asking for a key to his front door, but you wanted to prove to Niklaus that you too, could be as “dangerous” as him.
The bet alone was stupid, but as couples do, you shared a trait with Niklaus: an overflowing ego. If he had come out of his room to yell at you to get down, you would’ve simply ignored the man. Except, he couldn’t as he wasn’t exactly home, and neither were his siblings. So, that left you alone to endure the challenge you put upon yourself to reach his open balcony door.
Your arms maximised their strength as you finally got a hold of the balcony’s flooring. You tightly wrapped a hand around the railing, then the other, and lifted yourself over, before landing safely on the tiles. If the struggle in the climb wasn’t embarrassing enough, the slow claps you heard from below were definitely humiliating.
“Oh love, you amuse me!” Oh Niklaus, perfect timing. “But don’t stress, it wasn’t filmed!” he shouted, an obvious chuckle concealing itself within his throat. “By me, anyway…”
His words made your cheeks burn brighter than they had from your lack of oxygen. If he had seen it, there was no doubt that his siblings weren’t there to witness it too. You just hoped it wasn’t Kol who had filmed it, sometimes his playfulness went too far.
When you had finally gotten up from the floor, Niklaus was already leant against the door frame, a glass of wine in hand and a smile gracing his pretty, pink lips. His head was tilted, eyes in awe of you, and eyebrows raised in amusement.
“Now, I know how much you despise being filmed, so I ordered Kol to delete it before you could cry,” he teased, his eyes leaving your figure to look at the uninteresting door frame beside him. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he loved to show his tenderness towards you with little acts of service.
“Thank you, Nik,” you told him. The corners of his lips raised at your words, and you brought your body closer to his for an embrace. "I appreciate it, really.”
Niklaus smiled down at you, his eyebrows now relaxed and cheeks full of pink. “No worries, love.” It was that pet name – the one you could never find yourself getting used to. The way it rolled off his tongue was melodic, and you wished for it to be the last song you were to ever hear.
“But…” he paused. He lowered his head to yours, his smile faded from his lips. “You shouldn’t be here.” You knew this – with the Salvatores coming in and out of the Mikaelson’s mansion, it wasn’t safe for you. They would never accept your tangle with the enemy.
If only your friends hadn’t gotten into trouble with Niklaus’ family, you could’ve openly expressed your affections with the hybrid. “I know, I just…” you huffed, “I just wanted to see you.”
If Niklaus could possibly be any more in awe of you, he would crumble to his knees. As his tenderness is to you, he found your sentiments profoundly beautiful. To someone such as himself, Niklaus never would’ve thought to hear words so simple yet so meaningful. In the few days he’d dealt with unnecessary drama, your humble words brought a warmth to his heart.
“Well,” he smiled, a blush on his cheeks. “Since you’re already here, I suggest you join us in a Mikaelson family dinner?”
He noticed the way your eyebrow slightly raised in uncertainty, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing fancy, my love.” Then, he took your hand and lead you to the kitchen, where his other siblings already surrounded, preparing for dinner.
When Kol turned to you, a smirk raised onto his lips, a shiver of annoyance rose your spine. “Oh, is our little climber joining us for dinner?”
The next morning, you were ordered to stay away from the mansion – courtesy from Niklaus himself. He and his siblings had planned a meeting in order with the Salvatores and wanted you to have no part in it. So instead, you and Elena spent the day at the Grill.
“Ugh, Caroline isn’t answering my messages,” Elena groaned as she threw her phone to the table. The loud clank of the two objects connecting drew the attention of surrounding patrons and the brunette blushed in embarrassment. “It’s not like her…” she elaborated in a quieter tone.
It’s true. Caroline might’ve been an individual who had every second of her day calculated for her future, but still, she always had time to update her friends in her endeavours.
“Maybe she just got caught up in something?” you assumed with a shrug. Although you completely believed your idea, Elena wasn’t convinced. With the never-ending happenings between your friendship group and the Mikaelsons, she believed that they had something to do with it.
“I don’t know, she was supposed to meet up with Stefan today…” she began, an unevenness in her tone. She noticeably drifted her eyes to something behind you before she quickly flicked them back, an uneasy smile now evident on her cheeks. Her expression was odd: it was clear she had something to say, but before you could ask, footsteps travelled behind you and a voice spoke.
“Ladies,” the familiarity in tone made you smile. Niklaus. “Fancy seeing you here, have you seen the lovely Caroline? She has something she owes me,” he spoke.
Huh, the meeting was quick, you thought but disregarded. Instead, a tease crossed your mind, and you turned to the man, an act of annoyance on your face. “Can’t you see we’re busy, Klaus? Besides, if we knew where she was, we wouldn’t tell you anyway.”
He smirked your way before turning to an overly confident Elena. “Ahh…” he played amusingly. “I did miss that witty tongue,” he praised with an eyebrow raised in hilarity. Then, he turned back to you, “care to share it with me?”
The gross joke almost made you puke in your mouth, and you had to hold yourself back from playfully hitting your boyfriend. “You’re disgusting.”
“But you love it, don’t you, love?” he continued to play.
Elena scoffed at his amusement and rolled her eyes. The scene that unfolded was utterly gross to the brunette. If her enemy and best friend got together, she would just break down. “Klaus, why don’t you leave?” the annoyance spat from her tongue.
“Oh, but the fun is just starting...”
The statement made you raise an eyebrow, and you acted a scoff, “no offence, Klaus, but I’m surprised you haven’t got the memo yet: I don’t like you.”
The hybrid only laughed, “oh, do you now?”
After the short interaction with your boyfriend, he left to the mansion and Elena went to visit the Salvatore boarding house to look for Caroline. So, for the rest of the evening, you entertained yourself at the Grill with little simulation games on your phone. It was about half passed six when you received a message from Niklaus.
A date in the forest. I’ll pick you up.
Love, yours
It wasn’t long before Niklaus picked you up and took you to a mountain that overlooked the town. It was a special place of yours – the location in which you met. Whenever you both needed a breath of fresh air, you’d drive one another back to the mountain for a breather. It was your favourite activity together.
“Remember when we met?” you asked Niklaus.
You were stood on a tree root that flared a bit from the ground, your boyfriend behind you in case you were to fall. He was grateful you couldn’t see his face because he blushed. The thought of reminiscing about your meeting was embarrassing.
“Let’s not…”
You cheekily giggled and looked to the star-filled sky. “I was drawing the forest and you tried to compel me!” you laughed. “What was it you said? Um…” you paused to think, a hand on your chin to emphasise. “Oh! You tried to compel me into telling you information about a dark object!”
Niklaus wished he could control his hearing and block you out, but as much as he was so tempted to learn, he loved hearing your laugh. “Yes, I admit it was dumb to ask a stranger…”
“A stranger who had their mother put vervain in their coffee every morning! I laughed in your face!” you included as you turned to him with open arms. He understood your idea and pulled you into an embrace. Into his neck, you breathed in the scent of his cologne before you sighed, “I’m so glad you didn’t snap my neck.”
He smiled into your hair, “yeah, well… You made it so difficult to do so.”
You pulled your head back from his neck to look at him. With a cheeky squint, you joked, “are you saying the Niklaus Mikaelson was soft on a stranger he just met?” Those words got his eyes rolling and he playfully pushed you back and began to walk away.
“I’m going home!” he declared, a teasing tone in his voice.
You stalked beside him, a mischievous smile gracing your lips. “Oh, come on Niklaus! I was just teasing…” you laughed, and he smiled away from you.
For a moment, he paused his steps and turned to look at you; and with a gentle smile, he said, “as much as I enjoy your taunting, love. I should really get you home.”
The gesture in itself was endearing, but his included raise of an eyebrow and slight smile almost had you crumbling to your knees. So, with a mirrored expression, you grabbed a hold of his hand and stepped forward. But the abrupt movement had you lurching forward in agony.
A loud clamp echoed through the forest. At your feet, a pain struck your ankle. Niklaus was by your side in an instant. The pain was unbearable. It felt like spikes had lunged themselves into your skin. If you could bear to open your eyes, you were so sure that you were caught in a beartrap.
“Nik, it hurts!” you cried out. A shaky breath left your throat.
Niklaus couldn’t bear to see you in agony. His eyebrows scrunched at the smell of your blood. “Don’t open your eyes, love.”
You could hear as he pulled his phone from his pocket to call Elijah, and you wanted nothing more than to cry. The chirping of crickets and the faint beeping from the trap overstimulated your senses. Everything had been so peaceful that night until this very moment.
“Nik, this beeping is annoying!”
What beeping? He thought. The man had to perk his ears open and focus on the noise. Although it wasn’t far away, your shaky breaths invaded his senses, and he couldn’t focus.
Then, he finally heard it. A faint beep beep beep coming from the trap. He pulled himself onto his knees and dug around the dirt. There was a dim green light blinking on the edge of the metal. Beside it, in large font, ‘SALVATORE.’
Great, he thought. It was the name he despised the most after his father’s. Your friends, but his enemies. His head burnt in annoyance and his face scrunched in anger. If you didn’t open your eyes from his silence, you would’ve missed the way his eyes shone a gold.
“What is it, Nik?” you asked him. You couldn’t bear to look down.
He shook his head. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you. “Nothing, love. Let’s just wait for Elijah…” there was an emptiness in his words; like he had to hide something from you, but you didn’t bother to question it. Instead, you gave him an insincere nod and admired the trees to take your mind off the pain.
You wanted to ask for some pain relief, but his mind seemed preoccupied. He was watching the forest in silent rage. You only had to endure the pain a little longer, Elijah was coming, but the blood that dripped from your leg was slowly draining you. It was getting much harder to bear.
“Nik,” you whispered. Your eyes began to droop closed and your breath heaved. The sweat that dripped down your skin added to your over-sensory. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?”
Your words disgusted the hybrid, and although you couldn’t see it, he shook his head. “You’re not going to die, I won’t let you,” he assured. You heard the chomp of his fangs against his skin before he pulled your head back and slipped his wrist into your mouth. “Drink up.”
The metallic taste sunk into your tongue. It wasn’t pleasing but the pain began to subside. At last, it became more bearable, and you peeled your eyes open. Niklaus was staring down at you in concern, his eyebrows scrunched, and mouth gapped open.
When you pulled away from his wrist, he gave you a soft smile and wiped the remaining red from your lips. Then, there was a crunch behind you: a snap of a branch. Niklaus stood, his eyes glowed gold again.
“Who’s there?” he shouted. Another crunch and a whoosh of wind. “Come out, now!” he demanded.
Then, another whoosh. Running footsteps approached. There was a flashlight behind the trees that threatened to blare through the leaves and into your eyes. Niklaus blocked your view.
“Come out or…” he was interrupted.
A familiar voice called out. Elena. You let out a sigh. At least it wasn’t a murderous vampire.
When she had finally come into view, followed by Caroline and the Salvatore brothers, you didn’t expect faces of irritation. Damon in particular had an obvious scowl of annoyance. They turned to Niklaus.
“What did you do?” Elena glared at him; a pink of frustration rose onto her cheeks. “That was meant for you!”
It was only then, that you noticed your proximity with the Salvatore Boarding House. The trap must’ve been one of theirs. Stefan tapped his girlfriend to calm down before he stepped forwards. “What she meant was: we’re going to help our friend out, and you’re going to let us,” he smiled insincerely.
Niklaus scoffed in disbelief. The confidence is overbearing, he thought. But still, he moved aside and let the Salvatores manage your situation. As long as they released you from your restraints, he was willing to hold back his psychotic tendencies.
He watched as they clamped the metal chain with bolt cutters and disabled to trap. The light on the metal turned a red and your foot was finally unclasped from its lock. Niklaus couldn’t withhold a grateful smile. You were finally fine.
His eyes roamed your face for any sign of discomfort, but you sustained a grin. The pain was still there, but you were relieved to be freed. Niklaus was relieved too. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let you stay trapped any longer. He was definitely going to have a word with Elijah about his swiftness.
Niklaus stood by as your friends ensured your safety, but he was slowly growing inpatient. He still had to take you home, your mother couldn’t keep waiting. But when he came to speak, he noticed Damon closing into you, his wrist out for you to drink from.
A fire burnt in Niklaus. He had already let the Salvatore be the knight in shining armour: he couldn’t have you drinking from him too. So, in a quick movement, he rushed by your side and pushed Damon away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he spat, his arm snaked around your waist.
The group looked at him in doubt and Elena was first to fight, “let go, Klaus.” He shook his head. Elena felt insulted. She wasn’t about to leave her friend in pain. “I said let go.”
Your boyfriend only laughed. He would never listen to a human’s orders – unless they were yours, of course. You felt your body tense at the group’s more serious expressions. They weren’t going to let him disrespect your needs.
“Let us heal our friend,” Stefan argued. There was a flame in his eyes. There was no doubt he would’ve pounced if Niklaus did something reckless. But you trusted your boyfriend, and he would never put you at risk like that.
“No,” Niklaus smiled. He threw his wrist in their face for dramatic effect before he tore into his own skin and offered you to drink. You took it. In front of your friends, you drank the enemy’s blood, and Caroline wanted to puke.
“That’s disgusting,” she expressed, her nose flared in discomfort.
Niklaus only tilted his head in amusement and watched as you wiped the blood from your mouth. “Thanks, Nik,” you acknowledged before you stood and dusted the dirt from your knees. He followed after you.
“Nik? We’re giving the Mikaelson’s nicknames now?” If Caroline’s mouth fell any wider, thousands of bugs would’ve flown into her throat. She was surprised you were in the forest with him in the first place, and now you were shortening his name. It was something she never wanted to witness.
But her words raised a cheeky smile onto your lips, and you scrunched your eyebrows in sarcastic confusion. “The Mikaelsons?” you asked, misleadingly. “I don’t recall having nicknames for all of them…”
In unison, their eyebrows raised; a sight that made you want to crack a laugh. “If anything, I only recall renaming my boyfriend…”
Elena wanted to cry.
