Protective (Klaus Mikaelson x Reader) Fluffmus Special
Masterlist --- Klaus Mikaelson --- Fluffmus
Summary: Where on a night out with Klaus, Elijah and Hayley until someone knocks you and Klaus isn't happy
Word Count: 2.3K
The streets of New Orleans pulsed with energy, a kaleidoscope of lights, music, and voices blending into the lively backdrop. Klaus walked beside you, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back, guiding you through the throngs of revelers. The warmth of his touch sent a tingle up your spine, a stark contrast to the cool night air.
“We could’ve stayed in,” you teased, glancing up at him. “You’re not exactly the pub-going type.”
“Nonsense, love,” Klaus replied with a devilish grin. “I can appreciate a fine drink in the company of friends. Besides, Elijah insisted.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Elijah insisted? Or Elijah suggested, and you’re going along to make sure no one tries to control the evening?”
His laugh was low and rumbling. “Do you know me so well already?”
Moments later, the two of you reached the pub, its warm glow spilling onto the cobblestone street. Music wafted out as Klaus opened the heavy wooden door for you, his usual gentlemanly demeanor intact. Inside, the pub was bustling, its vintage charm enhanced by polished wood, dim lanterns, and the hum of conversation.
In a corner booth near the back, Elijah and Hayley were already seated. Elijah was the picture of elegance, as always, his suit crisp and his posture impeccable. Hayley, in contrast, had an easy, relaxed air, her arms crossed as she sipped from her glass. She spotted you first and waved you over.
“Finally!” she exclaimed as you approached. “I was starting to think you two got lost.”
Elijah rose smoothly, greeting you with a nod. “Always a pleasure,” he said, his gaze lingering on Klaus. “And you’re punctual as ever.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Klaus quipped, sliding into the booth and tugging you down beside him.
“Let’s see how long it takes for him to start trouble,” Hayley whispered to you, earning a smirk.
The banter started almost immediately. Klaus ordered a bottle of whiskey for the table, declaring it a celebration, though no one was quite sure what for.
“To family,” Klaus said as he poured the first round. “And to the fact that we’ve managed not to kill each other this week.”
Hayley raised her glass with a laugh. “I’ll drink to that.”
You clinked glasses, the warm burn of the whiskey spreading through your chest as you took a sip. The conversation flowed easily, a mix of teasing and storytelling. Klaus, ever the dramatist, recounted tales of his centuries-long escapades, earning amused snorts from Hayley and polite chuckles from Elijah.
“Do you remember Paris in the 1700s?” Elijah asked at one point, his tone dry. “When Klaus managed to insult an entire royal court in a single evening?”
“I hardly recall that,” Klaus said, though the smirk tugging at his lips suggested otherwise.
“You told the king his wig looked like a mop,” Elijah said.
Hayley choked on her drink, and you burst into laughter.
“I wasn’t wrong,” Klaus defended, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The laughter only grew as the evening went on. Hayley challenged Klaus to darts, which turned into a fierce competition. Despite his usual confidence, Klaus couldn’t seem to land a bullseye, while Hayley hit three in a row with smug precision.
“Beginner’s luck,” Klaus muttered, though he was laughing as he handed over the darts in mock defeat.
“Maybe you’re just bad at it,” Hayley shot back, winking at you.
Elijah, ever the voice of reason, sipped his drink and leaned toward you. “Do you see what I endure?” he said, his tone dry but affectionate.
By the time the whiskey was replaced with champagne—Klaus’s idea, naturally—the mood had shifted from lively to downright mischievous. Hayley regaled the group with tales of her wolf pack, while Elijah shared snippets of Mikaelson family history that left everyone in stitches.
“Domesticated, Klaus,” Elijah said at one point, smirking over his glass. “Who would have thought?”
“Domesticated?” Klaus echoed, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know, I remain as untamed as ever.”
“Sure you do,” Hayley said, leaning back with a smirk. “Right after you read bedtime stories and tuck the little one in.”
The comment had Klaus narrowing his eyes, though there was no heat in his glare. You placed a calming hand on his arm, leaning in to whisper, “She’s not wrong, you know.”
“Traitor,” Klaus murmured, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.
As the night wore on, the four of you returned to the booth, the energy mellow but pleasant. Klaus’s arm draped over your shoulders, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against your collarbone. You leaned into him, the warmth of his body a comforting presence as the chatter continued.
“Did you have fun tonight?” you asked softly, glancing up at him.
Klaus tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with affection. “Immensely,” he said, his voice low. “Though I suspect it has more to do with your company than the location.”
From across the table, Elijah raised an eyebrow. “You’ve gone soft, Niklaus.”
Klaus shot him a look, though it lacked any real venom. “Perhaps, brother, you could learn to follow my example. It might do wonders for that stick lodged in your—”
“Elijah, don’t rise to it,” Hayley interrupted, laughing.
You laughed too, shaking your head at their antics. The night felt perfect in its simplicity—a rare moment of peace among the Mikaelson chaos.
Now, as the pub bustled with late-night energy, Klaus and Elijah decided to step outside, leaving you and Hayley at the booth.
Klaus paused before leaving, turning back to you. His hand found yours briefly, his thumb brushing your knuckles in a subtle gesture of affection. “Behave yourself, love,” he teased, his lips curving into that familiar smirk.
“Try to follow your own advice,” you shot back, earning a soft chuckle before he disappeared out the door with Elijah.
Hayley leaned back in her seat, swirling her drink lazily. “You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, you know,” she said with a smirk.
You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know about that. Klaus does what he wants.”
“Sure,” she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Because it’s so common for him to act all… calm and domestic.”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny that Klaus had been surprisingly mellow tonight. It was a rare treat to see him relaxed and genuinely enjoying himself without the weight of his usual schemes.
The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the ebb and flow of the pub. The lively crowd was a mix of locals and tourists, their laughter and conversation blending with the background music. Just as you were about to suggest ordering another drink, a rough jolt sent you lurching forward in your seat.
“Hey!” Hayley exclaimed, her sharp tone cutting through the noise.
You straightened, turning to see a man who had stumbled into you on his way past the booth. He was unsteady on his feet, the smell of alcohol rolling off him in waves. His disheveled appearance and glassy eyes suggested he’d had far too much to drink.
“Watch where you’re going,” you said, your voice firm but not unkind.
The man muttered something unintelligible, his hand waving dismissively as if your complaint didn’t matter. He turned to walk away, leaving you frowning at his lack of an apology. Hayley’s expression darkened, but before she could say anything, the door to the pub swung open.
Klaus strode back in, his sharp eyes immediately locking onto the scene. His posture tensed, his expression shifting from relaxed to dangerous in an instant. Elijah followed close behind, his brows furrowing as he assessed the situation.
“What’s going on?” Klaus’s voice was low, laced with a quiet menace that made the surrounding conversations fade into the background.
The man froze mid-step, glancing over his shoulder at Klaus. He seemed to recognize the weight of the hybrid’s presence, his body going rigid as Klaus approached.
“Nothing,” you said quickly, placing a hand on Klaus’s arm to calm him. “He just bumped into me, that’s all.”
“Bumped into you?” Klaus repeated, his tone incredulous as his eyes narrowed. His gaze shifted to the man, who now looked decidedly nervous under Klaus’s piercing stare. “Did he apologize?”
The man stammered, taking an unsteady step back. “It was an accident,” he mumbled, his words slurring slightly. “Didn’t mean anything by it.”
“That wasn’t my question,” Klaus said, his voice dropping to a lethal softness. He stepped closer, his presence commanding as the man shrank back further. “I asked if you apologized.”
The man blinked rapidly, his drunken bravado evaporating. “Uh… sorry,” he muttered, glancing between you and Klaus. “I’m sorry, alright?”
“That’ll do,” Elijah interjected smoothly, stepping in to place a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “Let’s not cause a scene, brother.”
Klaus didn’t move at first, his jaw clenching as he stared down the man. Finally, with a sharp exhale, he relented, stepping back to your side. His hand immediately found yours, his fingers curling protectively around yours.
“Are you alright, love?” he asked, his tone softer now as his intense gaze swept over you.
“I’m fine,” you assured him, squeezing his hand gently. “It was nothing.”
“Nothing?” Klaus echoed, his eyes still stormy. “No one disrespects you, even by accident.”
Hayley smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Relax, Klaus. She’s tougher than she looks.”
“I’m well aware,” Klaus replied without missing a beat. His expression softened further as he turned back to you. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate carelessness at her expense.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his protectiveness, though you tried to hide it. “It’s over now,” you said softly. “Let’s not ruin the night.”
Klaus sighed, the tension in his posture finally easing as he pulled you closer. “Very well,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “But if anyone else so much as looks at you the wrong way, they’ll have me to answer to.”
“You’re impossible,” Hayley muttered, though her amused grin betrayed her words.
“Impossible and proud of it,” Klaus replied, his smirk returning as he guided you back to the booth.
Elijah, ever the mediator, raised an eyebrow at Klaus. “Perhaps next time, you could temper your reactions. Not every situation requires a show of dominance.”
Klaus waved a dismissive hand, clearly uninterested in Elijah’s advice. “What’s the point of power, brother, if not to use it when necessary?”
As the group settled back into the easy rhythm of the evening, the tension melted away. Klaus kept a protective arm around you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your shoulder.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “No one touches what’s mine.”
You tilted your head to look up at him, your smile soft. “I know,” you whispered back. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The rest of the night passed in warmth and laughter, Klaus’s protective streak a reminder that, beneath his formidable exterior, his love for you was fierce and unyielding.
