fun fact: it’s scientifically impossible to find a rick grimes fic on tumblr without the reader being infantilized, no more than 21 years old, white, in a sundress, bratty and practically a child
SOME THINGS TO CONSIDER BEFORE YOU READ! this is an x reader experience, however i have provided your character with an established backstory and pre-outbreak profession. that being said, your appearance is 100% ambiguous (excluding your female anatomy and pronouns). your ethnicity, body type, etc, are at no point specified.
each chapter has its own set of warnings specific to its contents and any potential triggers will be tagged accordingly. recurring themes such as violence, strong language, sex, sensitive subject matter, and death are the main topics to be wary of. if you’re familiar with twd, you’ll know what to look out for and what to avoid.
hiyaya — maybe that trope with bucky where its like:
“wheres your boyfriend?” “
hes not my boyfriend.”
“does he know that?”
The sun is sinking low, orange light spilling across the lake behind the Wilson house, music playing low from a speaker someone dragged outside. You’re barefoot in the grass, nursing a sweating bottle of beer, laughing at something Joaquin just said when a voice drifts in from your left.
“So,” the guy says, leaning a little too close. Some friend-of-a-friend Sam invited. Cute in a harmless, gym-bro kind of way. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
You blink. “My what?”
He gestures vaguely over your shoulder. “The tall one. Broody. Looks like he could bench-press a car.”
You don’t even have to turn to know who he means.
You shrug, feigning innocence. “Oh. Him? He’s not my boyfriend.”
The guy pauses.
Slowly grins.
“Does he know that?”
You snort. “There’s nothing to know.”
It’s true. Technically.
You and Bucky aren’t dating. There was no conversation, no labels. Just a slow slide into something that looks suspiciously like commitment. Movie nights that turned into falling asleep on his chest. His spare hoodie living permanently on the back of your chair. Him showing up at your place after missions without knocking, like he belongs there.
But you never said the word boyfriend.
And neither did he.
The guy nods like he’s just been given permission. “So he wouldn’t mind if I—”
A shadow falls over you.
Heavy. Familiar.
Warm.
You don’t turn around. You don’t need to.
Bucky’s voice comes from directly behind you, low and even. “If you what?”
The guy straightens immediately. “Nothing. Just talking.”
“Yeah,” you add lightly, taking a sip of your beer. “Just talking.”
Bucky’s metal hand settles on the small of your back.
Possessive. Casual. Unmistakable.
The guy glances between you.
“Thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend,” he says to you, smirking.
You shrug again. “He’s not.”
Bucky goes very still behind you.
You can feel it—the way his chest stops moving for half a second. The way his hand tightens just slightly at your back.
The guy raises his brows at Bucky. “You hear that?”
There’s a beat.
Then Bucky says, voice soft and dangerous, “Yeah. I heard.”
The guy laughs nervously and excuses himself within seconds, something about checking the grill. You watch him go, amused.
Then you finally turn.
Bucky’s staring at you.
Not angry.
Not exactly.
But something is simmering there.
“You’re not my boyfriend,” you repeat, teasing.
His jaw ticks.
“Funny,” he says evenly. “Could’ve sworn I’ve been acting like one.”
You tilt your head. “Have you?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He starts counting on his fingers. “Carry your groceries. Fix your sink. Sleep in your bed three nights a week. Threaten any guy who looks at you too long.”
“I never asked you to threaten anyone.”
“You never asked me not to.”
You bite back a smile.
He steps closer, crowding you just enough that your breath catches. His fingers hook into the belt loop of your shorts, tugging you in until your chest bumps his.
“So,” he murmurs, “I’m not your boyfriend.”
“Correct.”
His eyes darken.
“And you’re single?”
“Technically.”
“Technically,” he repeats, like the word offends him.
You’re enjoying this far too much.
“Why?” you ask sweetly. “Does it bother you?”
His laugh is short and humorless.
“Does it bother me,” he echoes, then leans down until his mouth is brushing your ear. “You know what bothered me?”
“What?”
“That guy thinking he had a shot.”
You hum thoughtfully. “Maybe he does.”
Bucky’s hand slides from your belt loop to your hip, gripping harder now.
“Don’t,” he warns quietly.
“Don’t what?”
“Pretend you don’t know.”
Your pulse is hammering. He smells like smoke and soap and summer air. His thumb presses into your waist like he’s staking a claim he hasn’t technically made.
“You’re not my boyfriend,” you whisper again, just to see what he’ll do.
That does it.
He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes.
“Fine,” he says flatly.
And before you can process the tone, he turns.
And walks away.
Your stomach drops.
You didn’t expect that.
You stand there, watching him retreat toward the dock, shoulders tight, hands shoved in his pockets. He doesn’t look back.
Well.
Shit.
You make it maybe thirty seconds before following him.
He’s at the end of the dock, staring out at the water like he’s contemplating swimming to another state.
“Buck,” you say softly.
He doesn’t turn. “You’re single. Shouldn’t be out here with me.”
You wince.
“I was joking.”
“Didn’t feel like it.”
You step closer. The wood creaks under your feet.
“You know you’re the only one I want.”
Silence.
“That’s not the same thing,” he says finally.
You swallow. “Then what is?”
He turns then, and the look on his face knocks the air out of you.
Not angry.
Hurt.
“I don’t share,” he says simply. “Never have. Don’t plan on starting now.”
“I’m not sharing.”
“You just told a guy I’m not your boyfriend.”
“Because you never asked to be.”
That stops him.
You step into his space now.
“You never said it. I didn’t want to assume. I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Bucky stares at you like that possibility has never once occurred to him.
“You think I scare that easy?”
“I think you’ve lost a lot,” you say gently. “I didn’t want to push.”
His throat works.
Then, softer: “You think I’ve been sleeping in your bed, holding your hand in public, memorizing the sound of your laugh because I’m… casual?”
Heat creeps up your neck.
“When that guy asked where your boyfriend was,” he continues, stepping closer again, “I liked it.”
Your breath stutters.
“I liked that people assume I’m yours.”
You blink.
“You are,” you say immediately.
“Then say it.”
The lake is quiet behind you. The music faint from the house.
You step fully into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re my boyfriend,” you say, steady this time. “You’re my grumpy, possessive, terrifying boyfriend.”
Something in him softens.
“And you’re mine,” he says.
“Obviously.”
A ghost of a smile curves his mouth.
“Good,” he murmurs.
Then he kisses you.
A hand in your hair, the other firm at your waist, like he’s sealing something in place. Claiming. Confirming.
When he pulls back, your lips are tingling.
“So,” you say breathlessly, “does that mean you know?”
Just a small rant… We can ignore but idk I need to get words out and this weekend is going to be hard for me due to my loss and whatever
But as a person who feels deeply with emotions, sympathy, empathy, literally everything in that category….
I don’t understand how people can come around after someone loses a loved one and just… lack human emotion? Like completely disregard that there’s a group of people who are vulnerable and truly affected by losing someone they loved more than anything in the world and you’re just existing in this same space as them in the moment and disrespect or truly just don’t seem to care about the situation at hand.
Like how can people function without basic feelings? I beg so affected by the smallest thin gas if I see another person sad or hurt and I genuinely can’t understand how other humans don’t function the same way
A/n: Bless those who worked hard on the movie, FUCK PARAMOUNT FOR BEING GREEDY ASSHOLES. Sidenote: If you are going to watch the leaks then please find away to support only the people that worked hard. They don't deserve any hate....but fuck paramount.
Your daughter’s first memory of the Fire Lord Festival is not the crowds.
It’s not the banners or the drums or the way the palace glows like a living ember once the sun begins to set.
It’s your hand.
Small fingers wrapped around yours, sticky with candied plum syrup, her other hand clutched tightly in her father’s sleeve like she’s afraid he might disappear into the noise if she lets go.
Zuko keeps glancing down at her.
Not in the stiff, ceremonial way he used to glance at crowds, no...this is softer. Quieter. Like he’s counting breaths, grounding himself through the warmth of her grip.
“She’s staring,” he murmurs to you, leaning down just enough that only you can hear. “Is she overwhelmed?”
Your daughter looks up at him at the sound of his voice, eyes wide and bright, cheeks flushed from excitement and heat. She doesn’t say anything—she’s still at the age where words come slowly but she squeezes his sleeve tighter and grins.
You smile. “She’s amazed.”
Zuko exhales. “Okay. Good.”
He says it like he’s passing some invisible test, shoulders less tense.
The Fire Lord Festival has been rebuilt from the ground up, no displays of dominance, no roaring infernos meant to intimidate. Instead, there’s warmth. Lanterns shaped like dancing flames. Street performers bending fire into floating koi and drifting petals. Musicians laughing as they play as others danced.
The people bow when they see Zuko.
Not sharply. Not fearfully like they used too, they all now with gratitude.
Your daughter notices.
She pauses, right in the middle of the walkway, and tilts her head as yet another group lowers themselves respectfully before her father.
She looks up at him, confused.
“Daddy?” she asks, soft and uncertain.
Zuko stops instantly. “Yes?” he answers, kneeling so they’re eye level, completely unconcerned with the fact that he’s halting the Fire Lord procession.
“Why… people do that?”
Your heart tightens.
Zuko doesn’t hesitate. “Because I help take care of them,” he says simply. “And because they’re being polite. But you don’t have to do it back unless you want to.”
She considers this very seriously, cheeks puffed and then she waves.Just a small, enthusiastic wave, fingers wiggling like she’s greeting duck-turtle hatchlings.
The crowd laughs.
Zuko blinks for a moment then laughs too, a quiet, breathless sound that looks like it surprises him every time it happens.
“That works,” he says.
She beams like she’s solved something important.
Aang arrives later, a grin already plastered on his face as he comes gliding down into the festival on a current of air that sends streamers fluttering and children squealing. He lands lightly, already smiling, already barefoot, already radiating a joy that feels impossible to contain.
“Aang,” you greet warmly.
Zuko straightens instinctively but not stiffly. Not like he used to.“Aang,” he says, nodding.
Your daughter stares, wide eyes, head tilted back as she kept her gaze only on him.
Aang crouches immediately, eyes lighting up. “Whoa. You must be the famous one.”
She let's out gasp then presses herself closer to Zuko’s leg, peeking out with curiosity.
“This is my daughter,” Zuko says, pride threading through every word. “And...” He clears his throat. “—this is Aang. The Avatar....My friend
Her eyes widen.“Va-tar,” she repeats carefully.
“That’s me!” Aang grins. “Do you wanna see something cool?”
Zuko glances at you, hesitant. Protective.
You nod. “She’ll be okay.”
Aang lifts his hands slowly, gently, and forms a tiny swirl of air that lifts a single lantern ribbon into a floating loop. It spins lazily, harmless and beautiful.
Your daughter gasps. She reaches out instinctively, fingers brushing the ribbon as it drifts. She then explodes in giggles.
“Again!” she demands, voice full and delighted now.
Zuko watches the whole thing like he’s seeing the world rewritten in front of him.
Aang catches his eye and smiles soft, knowing.
“You’re doing good,” Aang says quietly.
Zuko swallows. Nods once.
As night falls, the lanterns are released.
Your daughter sits on Zuko’s shoulders now, tiny hands tangled in his hair as she points at the sky.
“Fire stars!” she shouts.
“They’re lanterns,” Zuko corrects gently. Then pauses. “But… yeah. Fire stars.”
You stand beside him, your arm around his waist, feeling the steady heat of him beneath your palm—not the wildfire it once was, but a home.
The people cheer as the sky fills with drifting light.
Your daughter claps.
She leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of Zuko’s head, entirely unprompted.
Zuko freezes.
You feel him go still beneath your touch.
Then his shoulders shake.
He doesn’t cry. Not exactly.
But his voice is thick when he says, “I’m glad she remembers this.”
You rest your head against his arm. “She will cherish this.”
He looks at you then looks at you. “When I was her age,” he says softly, “my memories were… different.”
You squeeze his hand. "These are hers,” you reply. “Because of you.”
He nods, unable to speak for a moment.
Your daughter yawns, finally, eyelids drooping as the last lanterns fade into the dark.
She curls against his head, half-asleep.“Daddy?” she murmurs.
“Yes,” he answers instantly.
“Fire… pretty.”
He smiles. “Yes,” he says. “It is.”
And for the first time, standing in the heart of the Fire Nation with his family wrapped around him, Zuko believes it, not as a ruler, not as a symbol, but as a father watching his child grow up in a world he helped make kinder.
This is the festival she remembers.Warm hands. Soft light. Laughter.
Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson
Word Count- 3.2k
Warnings- swearing, death, sacrifices
“Ya, I’d rather kill myself.”
“Y/n, please! Elena needs you!”
“What Elena needs is for everyone to stop breathing down her neck for 10 minutes and making her feel shitty for being a vampire,” I roll my eyes as I enter the Mikaelson kitchen.
Elijah stands at the stove, cooking, and from the smell, I assume it's French toast. He turns to smile at me as I enter, but it drops slightly into a knowing look when he hears Caroline squawk on the other end of the phone line.
“She’s got no humanity, Y/n! She’s going around killing people, innocent people!”
I park myself on the island stool, “Caroline?’’
She goes silent for a moment.
“What?”
“How many people have you killed?”
Elijah huffs quietly, and I bite down my smirk.
“That’s not…it’s not the same.”
I tsk.
“Right, because you had your humanity when you killed people? Ya… I’m not sure that makes it better,” I tap my chin in thought sarcastically, even though she can’t see me.
Caroline is quiet, clearly butthurt, and I roll my eyes, “Listen, Elena’s a big girl, she can handle herself,” Elijah hands me a plate of French toast covered in strawberries and powdered sugar, and I fight back the urge to moan, “Everyone just needs to give her some space…and stop calling me, I’ve got shit to handle too.”
Caroline goes to argue, but I end the call and throw my phone on the island.
“God, she’s like a fucking bird,” I mimic a bird’s squawking.
Elijah leans on the island across from me, and I don’t miss the way his white button-up is rolled up at the arms, giving an ample visual of his veiny arms.
“She’s worried. Elena’s humanity was the biggest part of her, and now it’s gone. I’m sure she’s struggling.”
I give him a look. Elijah Mikaelson, ever the mediator.
“She’s annoying me. She’s trying to fix things that don’t need fixing. Tyler’s gone, so she needs to focus on someone else’s to forget her own.”
Elijah returns my look.
“Or maybe she just wants her friend back.”
I tap my chin again, “Hmmmm, no.”
I grab a chunk of French toast and stuff it into my mouth and flash Elijah an open-mouthed smile.
—
“Come on, Theo,” I lean against the brown door of Theo’s new room, “Please just open the door. You don’t have to talk to me, but I just want to see you,” I place my hands in my lap, “I miss you.”
I get the same response I’ve gotten from the past two days.
Absolute silence.
For the past two days, since I came back from my mountain wolfy trip with Klaus, I’ve spent an accumulation of probably 16 hours eating, sleeping, reading, and breathing by this door. I’m pretty sure it’s gotten to the point where my fucking fatass has left an indent in the wood paneling.
I’ve spent a chunk of that time talking to Theo, or more likely talking to the air, since I doubt he’s even listening. I’ve told him about, my trip with Klaus, how it felt to turn, how Hayley has tried calling me a few times even though I keep declining her calls, Alastairs current vacation in St. Tropez with a surfer named Rocco, and what Stefan has texted me about Elena, since he seems to be the one giving me unsolicited updates on her, and for some reason, checking in on me like we’re friends again. We’re not.
Stefan has called me probably 14 times in the past two days, and texted me a bunch more. Most of the time, I don’t respond, but when your only company is three Mikaelson vampires and a grieving Aunt, you kind of start to hope for new company. So maybe I answered back a few times. Now that he’s got his blood diet figured out, he’s kinda back to the Stefan I used to be friends with. Kind of.
“Hey.”
Rebekah stands at the beginning of the hallway with two mugs and a sad smile on her face.
I nod slowly, “I’ll go.”
I stand up, and Rebekah quickly jumps in front of me, “Don’t take it personally, okay? You’re still his favorite person in the world. He loves you, Y/n.”
A nasty feeling crawls up my spine. She’s had what two days' worth of fucking conversations with him and is now such a fucking expert???
I’m his fucking sister, the sister that raised him. And she’s telling me not to” take it personally??”
I shake my head and try to walk around her, but she intercepts me again.
“Y/n-”
“Get out of my way, Rebekah.”
“Sister, let her through.”
Klaus stands behind Rebekah now with a sarcastic look and makes a dismissive gesture towards her.
“Don’t be a dick, Nik.”
Klaus rolls his eyes, and Rebekah huffs like a child and then walks into Theo’s room. I try to peer past her to get a glimpse of my brother but she shuts the door too quickly.
“Bitch,” I snarl.
Warm hands run down my arms, and I glare up at Klaus, who looks at me knowingly.
“You’re jealous.”
I shove him away from me, “And you’re in my fucking space.”
I turn the corner and start walking down the staircase, Klaus on my heels.
“Y’know most wolves after they shift are much more, how should I say…relaxed.”
I glare at him over my shoulder, “Would you prefer me to book a spa day, or oh, I don’t know, go on a killing spree just like every other person in this town when they need to let off some steam.”
“Blood does bring out the color in your eyes,” Klaus’ response is sarcastic, but I can’t decipher if he’s completely joking.
Knowing that freak, probably not.
I go to respond, or more like insult him, but an odd smell catches my nose, and I stop.
“What is that,” I sniff the air.
From the innocent look on Klaus’ face, I’m guessing he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“I have a present for you,” Klaus jumps down the stairs, grabs me by the shoulders, and leads me towards the dining room.
“Klaus, what the hell is-”
Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
—
“Hayley, here said you weren’t picking up your phone.”
I glare at my…well, whatever the fuck she is to me, “Ya, that’s what happens when someone doesn’t want to talk to another person.”
A look of hurt flashes over Hayley’s face for a moment, but she quickly masks it with a neutral look.
“I know you don’t want to talk to me, but you can’t keep denying that we’re connected, Y/n.”
I blink.
“The only person in this room I’m connected with is this fuckhead right here,” I point at Klaus, “And I curse fate every day because of it.”
“I’ll try not to be offended by that, Luv.”
“I really don’t care if you are.”
Klaus sighs deeply and then walks over to the table, drops down into a chair, and starts pouring himself a heavy glass of wine.
It’s 10 am.
“Look, Y/n, you don’t have to like me, okay? Most people typically don’t. But, at least get to know me? I’ve searched for my family my entire life, and you can try to keep denying it, but I know that you are what I’ve been searching for. I can feel it,” Hayley says with an almost hopeful look.
A part of me wants to tell her to fuck off, that my life is already complicated as is, and I don’t need any more family just so they can go and die on me. But another part of me wants to know her. Wants to know why whenever I’m in the same room with her, it just feels…right. Like a part of me knows that I can trust her even though I know she’s a traitorous bitch.
“If you think we’re going to be braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys, you’re dead wrong,” I glare at her, and her shoulders lose tension.
“First, I’m not that type of girl, and second, I’d rather pluck my eardrums out than have to listen to anything involving that,” She points a disgusted finger at Klaus.
“How do I keep getting insulted in my own home,” Klaus mutters dramatically.
I look between the two suspiciously for a moment, “What exactly are you two conspiring?”
Klaus smirks and looks at Hayley, “I told you she was smart.”
Hayley rolls her eyes and then turns to me, “I made a deal with the wrong person, and now people are trying to kill me.”
I narrow my eyes at her as a feeling of unease settles in me, “Who’d you make the deal with?”
Klaus’ annoying laugh fills the room, “This is going to be good.”
Hayley looks uneasy as she answers.
“Katherine Pierce.”
—
I pinch the bridge of my nose at the idiots around me, excluding wonderful and beautiful Elijah, who is currently my favorite soulmate.
And now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think Klaus has ever been ranked number one. Fuckhead.
“So let me get this straight,” I point towards Hayley and Klaus, “You,” I point my finger at Hayley, “Made a deal with him,” Now Klaus, “For protection against the cronies Katherine Pierce sent after you, after you helped her get the cure. And now Katherine is gone somewhere with the cure…and you made a deal with Katherine, aka the devil herself, why?”
Hayley sighs and gulps down her wine, “To find more about our family.”
I tap my finger on the table, “And how exactly did that go?”
Hayley sighs, “Not well.”
I nod and lean back, “Obviously.”
Hayley rolls her eyes, “I was desperate, sue me.”
I feel my eye twitch, “I’m sure Elijah has plenty of lawyers for that.”
“They’re indisposed at the moment,” Elijah mutters as he looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else.
“So, why exactly did you protect her? You’re not exactly kind.”
I narrow my eyes in suspicion at Klaus, who leans back, looking insulted for a moment before smirking.
“She has information I need on Katherine, who, if you don’t remember, is the sole owner of the only thing on this earth that could turn me mortal.”
“And because I’m her family,” Hayley replies, exhausted, and Klaus shrugs.
“Oh…ya…sure that too.”
Elijah rubs his temple at his brother’s words.
“Brother, please. And Ms. Marshall,” He turns his attention towards Hayley, “What can you tell us about finding Katerina?”
Hayley thinks for a moment, “I don’t know where she is, like I said…But I think I can get in touch with some of her contacts.”
Klaus claps his hands together, “Splendid! Now that this has been figured out, I have things to do that don’t concern family reunions and grumpy brothers.”
—
“Is he always so…stoic?”
I nod slowly, “Around most people, ya.”
Hayley smirks, “I’m guessing you’re not most people, though?”
I lean back in my chair in the living room, where Hayley and I relocated to have a “family” chat whilst Elijah and Klaus go off and handle whatever world domination plans they currently have.
“Not really, no.”
Hayley eyes me for a moment before laughing, “Two Original vampires for soulmates. That must fucking suck…no pun intended.”
“Well, it hasn’t been a picnic; they’ve started to grow on me, though, kinda like how a bacterial infection does.”
Hayley snorts and makes a disgusted face, “Ew. When I first heard about the poor human girl who was mated to the two baddest vampires in history, all I could think of was how fucking unlucky she is…who would’ve known she would’ve been my cousin,” She smirks, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Cousin?”
Hayley nods and leans forward on her elbows, “I’ve thought about it, and it seems like the right thing. I mean, we aren’t twins, and I don’t think we’re half-sisters because the resemblance isn’t that similar, but given the fact that some things are, I’ve decided on the fact that we’re cousins, close ones at that.”
I lean back in my chair, “You’ve given this a bit of thought, clearly?”
A look of embarrassment hits her face, “Ya, maybe. Sue me for finding my first family member, ever, and wanting to know how we’re connected. I never had siblings like you, I’ve never had that familial connection, so I guess I just want this,” She gestures between us, “To be true.”
In that moment, I don’t see the backstabbing bitch werewolf that Tyler brought to town, but an orphan girl who has never felt the feeling of home, and call me a sucker, but I start to feel a bit bad.
“I think it is,” Thinking back to the weird feeling I get whenever we’re together.
“I feel it too,” Hayley says as if she can read my mind, or just my expressive ass face.
“I can’t promise I’m someone you’ll be happy to know. Just a warning, my only other living family member won’t talk to me, and I literally killed my father and mother, so… not the best track record when it comes to family.”
Hayley bites her lips in thought for a moment, and I get uncomfortable that maybe I really did scare her off. That is, until she stands and sits down next to me with a small smile.
“Tyler gave me the SparkNotes about how you broke your curse,” Her demeanor reminds me of an older sister as she places a timid hand on my shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault, Y/n. Especially what happened to your mother. I may not know much about mothers since the last one I had kicked me out when I shifted into a wolf in her living room,” She laughs, but I can see it’s to cover her pain, “But any real mother would never blame you for what happened, and I’m sure your mother doesn’t either.”
A flash of my mother’s green dark eyes fills my vision, and I feel my eyes fill with tears, “She wasn’t exactly the most understanding mother.”
Hayley snorts, “I think that's how mothers usually are.”
I huff a laugh and give her a small smile, which she returns.
“And I’m sure Theodore will talk to you soon, you guys are all you have.”
I shake my head, “He seems to have plenty of people now. He doesn’t need me.”
Hayley rolls her eyes, “He’s clearly mourning, give him some time. Or I can help you break his door down, and we can go from there,” She shrugs nonchalantly and downs the rest of her drink.
“Ya, you two are going to stress me out when you finally meet.”
Hayley’s smile widens at my comment, and I notice a small blush hit her cheeks.
“I’m glad I found you.”
I give her a look, “Don’t speak too soon.”
“Sorry to break up this adorable family reunion, but I have news.”
Hayley and I both groan, annoyed as Klaus enters the room.
“What now?”
Klaus smirks, “I got a call from my sister, and she has informed me that Katherine’s little groupie is dead, so you’re in the clear,” He smirks at Hayley, who looks physically relieved.
“Ok,” Hayley nods, “What now?”
—
“Wait, so you let her become a cheerleader for the day, she then fed on another cheerleader, the sire bond is now broken, and Damon and Elena are gone after Elena tried killing Caroline?”
Stefan sighs over the other line, “Ya, I’m pretty sure that’s everything. Wait, Hayley? As in Tyler’s Hayley?”
I snort as I look up at the fading sky from my position in a lounge chair outside near the Mikaelsons’ pool, since, of course, they have an Olympic-size swimming pool.
“Technically, she’s my Hayley now since we’re related, but ya Hayley’s back and is staying here whilst she helps us find Katherine to get the cure.”
“And how are you feeling about that?”
“I’m not mad about it anymore. But, it’s weird, I guess. It kind of seems like the Mikaelson house has just turned into a shelter for orphans.”
Stefan chuckles, “I definitely couldn’t imagine family dinners over there, or even like a snack. But I’m glad that Klaus isn’t being totally horrible, it’s almost kind of nice of him to let everyone stay.”
“Did you just say Klaus and Nice in the same sentence?”
Stefan laughs, and it makes me smile…slightly, “Ya, I know, hell must’ve frozen over.”
Stefan and I sit in silence.
“I missed this…us. I missed talking to you,” Stefan says, and I instantly tense up.
“Listen Stefan, I’ve got to go-”
“Y/n, please just wait!”
I unfortunately do. Due to the lack of hanging up, Stefan continues.
“I’m just sorry, okay? What I did when I was…not myself was unforgivable. But, I do want you to know I’m sorry. Your friendship was one of the highlights of my immortality, and I regret ruining that.”
I clench my hand around my phone, “I trusted you, Stefan.”
Stefan sighs, “I know. Many people did.”
Once again the line is filled with silence. It stays like that as I watch the fading sun, the soft sound of crickets fill the air and I close my eyes just taking in the moment.
“Y/n?”
I don’t open my eyes as I respond.
“Hm?”
“I’ll call you tomorrow?”
He asks the question as if he’s waiting for a negative answer.
“Uh, ya…we’ll talk later, Stefan.”
“Ok, good. Goodnight, Y/n.”
I hang up without saying goodbye.
—
“Rebekah’s going to be gone for a day or two, I heard,” I say to Theo’s door.
“She told me she told you so I don’t know why I’m telling you but…”
I run an exhausted hand down my face, “I don’t know what I’m doing in general, Theo. I’m so confused. I wish I had you to talk to…y’know face to face. But I know you’re grieving.”
A flash of movement catches my attention and I look up from the floor to see Elijah standing at the end of the hall with his phone in his hand.
“I’ve got to go Theo, but I’ll be around if you need me,” I stand up and wait a moment. I’m not sure for what…maybe a noise, a response, any sign of life. Nothing comes.
“I love you, Theodore.”
I sigh as I walk over to Elijah who has his normal “somethings wrong” face.
“What now?”
Elijah gestures for me to follow him and I tense up as I do.
“Somethings happened with your friends.”
—
I sit with my head in my hands as Elijah tells me he just heard from Klaus who I guess is trying to help Caroline and Stefan bury a bunch of dead witches. Twelve to be exact which means that Silas has his final sacrifice he needs to take over the world or whatever. Fanfuckingtastic.
“I also got an interesting message from a certain doppelganger,” He pauses in the hallway and turns back to me with a hushed voice.
“Elena?”
Elijah shakes his head.
Oh.
That fucking doppelganger.
“Why the hell is Katherine texting you?”
Elijah pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “How would you feel about a trip to New York?”
i haven’t read this chapter yet because i’m at work (literally standing at the register typing this) but i’m definitely reading this on my break or when i get off! 😩
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ trueform dad!sukuna spending time with you and your curious children :: heian era. idea by @deartoru.
the late afternoon sun filters through the paper screens of the estate and casts warm golden light across the engawa where you sit with your family.
sukuna lounges against a thick wooden pillar with four powerful arms draped casually—one pair folded behind his head while the other rests on his knees. your two toddlers, barely three years old, toddle around him like curious little spirits, their small hands patting at his tattooed skin with unabashed wonder.
“papa,” your daughter chirps first, her chubby fingers gripping one of his lower arms, tugging it gently as if testing its reality, “why you got four arms? like… like spider?”
your son, never one to be left out, clambers onto sukuna’s lap and pokes at the second set of arms with a sticky finger. “yeah! papa monster? or… big strong?”
sukuna’s crimson eyes narrow, but there’s no real bite in the growl that rumbles from his chest. the king of curses, reduced to a glorified jungle gym by two tiny humans who share your features more than his. his upper arms flex instinctively, one hand coming down to ruffle your daughter’s messy hair while the lower pair scoops your son up against his broad chest.
“monster?” sukuna scoffs, voice laced with that familiar arrogance. yet his touch is surprisingly gentle as he balances both children without effort. “fools. these arms mark power. i conquer with these very hands. slaughtered humans, crushed armies—” he pauses when your oblivious daughter giggles and tries to climb the extra limb like a tree branch.
a low huff escapes him despite himself, “oi, brat. that’s not a toy.”
you watch from your spot, smiling softly as you sip your tea. your husband may rule with terror across the land, but here, in this quiet corner of your home, he’s simply. . .a father. the way his extra arms cradle the toddlers so they don’t slip, the subtle shift of his tattoos as he adjusts to their wriggling—it warms something deep in your chest.
“mama says you strong,” your son declares as he presses his cheek to one of sukuna’s pecs, “but why not two like us? more better?”
sukuna’s gaze flicks to you, a smirk curling his lips, sharp teeth glinting. “because your father is no ordinary man, whelps. four arms mean i can hold both of you at once… and still have two left to protect your mother.”
one of his upper hands reaches out, idly brushing a stray lock from your face with unexpected tenderness. the lower pair tickles your children lightly, drawing squeals of delight.
“see?” sukuna rumbles, lifting them higher so they dangle playfully from his grasp. “efficiency. strength. and the ability to discipline little pests who ask too many questions.”
but there’s no real threat—only the extremely rare, softened edge reserved solely for his family.
your daughter plants a sloppy kiss on his cheek, unbothered by the markings or the extra limbs. or the fact that her father is a ruthless man. to her, he's just papa.
“love papa’s four arms! best for hugs!”
sukuna huffs, but the way his four arms pull all three of you closer—two for the kids, two drawing you into the pile—says everything. in this moment, the fearsome ryomen sukuna is utterly defeated by toddler logic and sticky fingers.
♯ just a drabble for today! i think i have an obsession with jjk characters as dads.. [part two.]
Steam fills the bathroom, turning the air warm and hazy, thr faint scent of baby soap lingering in every corner.
Choso kneels beside the tub, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, with his hair tied in a messy bun. His attention never leaves the tiny figure in front of him, who is currently splashing water everywhere.
Droplets scatters across his arms and dampen the front of his shirt, but he only smiles, eyes soft.
"Hey, gentle," he coos, voice warm and soft, his hand sliding closer to steady your son's body. "You're gonna flood the room at this point," he teases.
Another kick sends water over the edge of the tub. Choso laughs quietly, the sound low and fond.
The splashing slows after a moment. Your son pauses, looking at the door. His eyebrows knitted together as he lets out a small whimper.
"What is it?" he murmurs gently. "What's wrong?"
Your son lifts his tiny fat hands as if reaching for something that isn't there. Another sound, cracked slightly like he's going to cry.
"Oh," Choso whispers, "Looking for mama?"
Your son lets out a small sound of agreement.
"She's still sleeping, sweetheart," he murmurs, brushing your son's baby hair. "You kept her up all night, remember?"
A tiny whimper answerd him.
Choso chuckles softly. "Mhm, i know you miss her," he coos, "But lets let her sleep, yeah? It's just the two of us for now."
He cups water in both hands and lets it fall slowly over your son's shoulder, trying to distract him.
"There you go, nice and warm, just how you like it." he says, thumb stroking the soft skin in absent circles.
Your son lets out a surprised babble, tiny hands slapping on the surface, sending splashes back at Choso.
Choso laughs under his breath. "Oh, you're back at it again!"
They remained like that for a few minutes until your son's movements slowed, eyes drooping.
"Alright," Choso announces. "Time to get you out."
He lifts him up carefully and wraps a warm towel snugly around the small body. "You did so well, baby."
Your son presses his face to his neck, tiny fingers clutching his shirt.
Choso has one hand craddling the back of you son's head as he rocks him gently. "Yeah, that's better," he says, pressing a soft kiss to his damp hair.
Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson
Word Count- 3.6k
Warnings- swearing, nakedness, mentions of death, mourning
A jolt of cold air hits me, sending a shock down my spine. Confused, I open my eyes to find myself on the ground, staring up at the forest. Then the pain hits—a sharp whimper escapes as my body feels like every bone has been ripped out and shoved back in.
The full moon.
A stronger wave of pain escapes me as two arms wrap themselves around my waist. I look over my shoulder and see Klaus’ sleeping form.
My eyes almost burst out of my skull as I see our bodies.
What the fuck happened last night?
And why the FUCK are we both naked!?
—
12 HOURS EARLIER
“This is stupid,” I angrily shove a spare pair of underwear into my backpack, “Theo’s on suicide watch, Jenna’s spiraling, and Elena’s off killing Mystic Falls’ population. I need to be here. Why can’t we just let me loose in the backyard and call it a night?”
“Please tell me you’re joking?”
I turn over my shoulder to glare at Klaus, who is leaning against the frame of the door of my new bedroom at the Mikaelson mansion.
After Elena burnt down our house, Stefan dropped me off at the Mikaelson mansion, where Klaus and Elijah were waiting. Rebekah was upstairs with Theo, holding him until he drifted off to sleep. Jenna was currently in her own room, sleeping off the 2 bottles of wine Elijah nursed her with. Elijah and Klaus sat with me in the living room for what seemed like hours until I fell asleep between the two on one of the many couches in their stupidly huge living room.
I didn’t wake until 2 pm, feeling Klaus waiting outside my door. He walked in, told me to get ready, and when I protested, he insisted I had to embrace my first full moon on a mountain. I sobbed, overwhelmed by the pain to come after the hellish past 72 hours.
It’s been 2 hours since then, two hours of trying to get Theo to let me into his room, which has been a bust. The only person he has let in there is Rebekah, oddly enough. Bekah has been updating me, telling me he’s not talking, but she’s just been sitting with him. She’s been oddly maternal, which has a part of me thankful and a darker part of me jealous and bitter that she’s the one Theo is reaching out to.
“I am not allowing your first time shifting to be in the bloody yard, Y/n,” Klaus says, annoyed, “It should be somewhere where you feel free. Without any outside forces stopping you from fully embracing that side of you.”
I zip up my bag, and I try not to focus on the way my body seems to be fighting itself already. I’m pissy, sweating, cramping, and am really craving food.
If I weren’t a werewolf, I would think it’s just my period.
“I don’t want this,” I grip my bag with shaky hands, “I don’t…”
Klaus’ hands find my shoulders, and that angry part of me starts to ease as I find myself leaning into him.
“I know, Astin Min,” Klaus’ hands start to massage my shoulders and I release a whimper.
I jump away slightly and glare at Klaus, accusingly.
“What did you just do?!”
Klaus looks confused for a split second before he chuckles and shakes his head.
“It appears our bond is making your wolf more…responsive to me. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
The actual fuck?
“I have self-control, so I don’t think so,” I point a finger at him.
Klaus shakes his head, smirk never leaving, “Think what you want, love, you can’t stop fate.”
The urge to throw my fist into the nearest wall (or Klaus’ pretty face) overwhelms me.
“Deep breaths, Y/n,” Klaus, clearly sensing my mood shift, walks over to me slowly, “Don’t need you wolfing out in the house. Elijah did spend so much time redecorating everything I picked out,” I don’t miss his eye roll.
Klaus’ hands find their way back to my shoulders, and I unconsciously lean back into him. Preferring to be in his hold rather than “wolfing out”.
“Atta girl,” Klaus murmurs into my ear, continuing his soothing motion.
After a few minutes, that ugly feeling has lessened, and I part from Klaus. The hybrid has a small smile on his face as he walks back over to the door.
“Finish packing and meet me downstairs. We leave in 10.”
—
The cool wood of the handrail graces my fingers as I slowly walk down the grand staircase. Soft voices enter my ears, and I try to ignore the growing migraine I begin getting from them and the amount of bright light coming from all the windows downstairs.
“Hello, Elskan.”
I peel open my eyes with a soft groan, seeing Elijah standing at the bottom of the staircase with a concerned look on his stupidly handsome face.
I don’t say anything. I just lunged forward, practically flying off the last 4 steps, and grabbed Elijah into a hug. His arms instantly find their way around my waist.
“I know,” Elijah whispers into my ear as he brings a hand up to smooth out my hair.
As he holds me, I find myself breathing in his scent.
Fucking hell, what have I become?
Or am I going to become?
Christ, I should just kill myself.
“Elskan?”
I lean back and look into Elijah’s eyes, and a wave of annoyance hits me as I see the evident concern and pity in his eyes.
I move around him and follow the scent of Klaus, which leads me into the kitchen. I hear Elijah walking closely behind.
I almost moan when the smell of meat hits my nose as I enter the room.
“Jenna? What are you doing?”
Jenna stands at the kitchen counter, covered in different foods and sauces, with an apron hanging around her hips.
“I’m cooking,” Her voice is quiet and monotone.
I move into the kitchen to see Klaus sitting at a bar stool, watching Jenna pack a variety of foods into a cooler. There’s pasta, sausages, different types of sandwiches, and… cupcakes?
“How long have you been cooking?”
“She’s been at it since I told her this morning that I’d be taking you upstate for the full moon,” Klaus replies.
He leans forward and tries to grab a sandwich, but Jenna slaps his hand away.
I take a step forward, preparing for whatever negative reaction Klaus may have, but I’m surprised when all he does is roll his eyes and lean back into his chair.
The kitchen fills with silence until Elijah clears his throat.
“Niklaus, help me pack the car. You two should be leaving before it gets too late.”
Klaus glares at his brother, “Elijah, don’t tell me you’re worried about pulling a muscle? Carry the bags by yourself, I’m fine here.”
“Niklaus. Car. Now.”
I turn over my shoulder to see Elijah giving Klaus a “Don’t you dare argue with me” look.
Klaus raises both hands in surrender, grabs the cooler, and stands up.
“Fine. Thanks for the food.”
Klaus saunters out of the kitchen, and Elijah follows with a sigh that seems like something a tired father would sound like.
Jenna and I stand there quietly for a moment.
“You didn’t have to do all of this, Jen. You should be resting,” I take a few steps closer to her. Not trusting myself fully in my current condition to get too close.
“I’m fine.”
My shoulders drop slightly at her dismissive tone.
“Jenna, I’m serious-”
“No!”
I jolt slightly at her loud tone.
“No,” She says, much quieter this time, “I need this. I need to take care of you and Theo. I already failed my other kids; I can’t fail the two I have left. I know I can’t take away your curse, but at least I can do this,” She points pathetically towards the mess around her.
“Jen…”
I quickly grab Jenna into a hug, and she falls into my arms.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
I shush her softly.
“Jenna, don’t you dare apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”
Jenna leans back and looks at me with tears in her eyes, “I didn’t protect him. I couldn’t-”
“Jeremy,” I release a breath as a pain hits my chest at the thought of the younger boy whom I thought of as a brother, “Jeremy was not your fault. You did everything you could’ve possibly done. You took in Elena and Jeremy when your sister died, uprooting your entire life. And then you took in two kids who aren’t even related to you, and helped them in ways I will never be able to pay you back for. So don’t for a second feel guilty. Yes, feel sad. Mourn and cry, but don’t for a second feel guilty. I love you, Jenna. Thank you for doing what my parents wouldn’t.”
Jenna doesn’t say anything, and for a moment I wonder if I said too much.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Jenna grabs me again and holds me close, and I let her. My hands shake and my eyes water as I hold on to the woman before me for support.
“Taking you and your brother in was as easy as breathing, never thank me for it.”
We hold each other until I smell Elijah enter the room. I lean back from Jenna, and she does the same, but not before using her hand to wipe away the stray tears from my eyes.
“Good luck, tonight, and don’t worry about Theo,” She gives me a knowing look, “We’ve got him.”
—
“Bloody hell, you two, we’re going up to the mountains for a night, not going to war,” Klaus says, annoyed from his position near the trunk of the car.
“A thousand years, brother, and yet no decorum has been learned,” Elijah replies dryly from beside me.
Klaus just responds with another eye roll and then walks over to the driver’s side of his car.
“How are you feeling about tonight?”
I cross my arms over my chest as I look at Elijah, “About the same as anyone would be when it comes to having to break all of your bones and turning into a murderous monster.”
My sarcasm is evident.
“You are not a monster. No matter what you think,” Elijah sighs, “And as much as my brother stresses me out, I do believe he’s the best person to help you through tonight. He’s right, you need to embrace this part of yourself, not hide from it.”
Elijah, always the noble one.
“Doesn’t make me any less scared,” I admit reluctantly.
Elijah’s face morphs into one of sadness.
“If I could take away your pain, I would, I promise.”
“I kno-”
*HONK*
“COME ON!”
Klaus yells from his now open window.
Elijah releases a low growl at his brother’s antics, and I find myself smirking at his annoyance.
“If I could dagger-”
Before he can finish, I lean forward and kiss him. Elijah freezes for a moment before reacting and grabbing my face between his hands. He deepens the kiss, and I feel my knees start to buckle at the amount of lust that flows through me.
*HONK*
Elijah growl vibrates against my lips.
“I’m going to murder him.” He leans his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes, taking a moment to feel comforted before dealing with the fuckass night I’m about to have with that fucking dipshit.
Elijah presses one last kiss to my lips before releasing me and walking me over to the car. He opens my door for me, and I give him an appreciative smile. I climb into the expensive-looking SUV, and Elijah shuts the door behind me once I’ve put my seatbelt on.
Elijah gives me a soft smile, and I don’t miss the warning look he shoots his younger brother, who just laughs.
—
If Klaus wasn’t my soulmate, I would actually find a way to kill him.
As I watch Klaus mess with the radio again, I start to think that maybe having only one soulmate is plenty. I mean, having two is just greedy.
“Stop planning my murder, you won’t get away with it.”
I huff as Klaus practically reads my thoughts, or more likely, the look of murder on my face.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” I mutter, which earns me a chuckle.
“Trust me, Luv. I do.”
I lean my head against the window and watch the trees of the forest pass us by, “I could kill you.”
“I know you could, Luv. As I said, I know what you’re capable of.”
I turn to glare at him.
“You said I wouldn’t get away with it.”
Klaus nods as he spares me a singular glance, “And you wouldn’t. Elijah would ultimately put two and two together when he noticed my lack of authority in the house.”
I snort at his confidence…or ego.
“Whatever.”
A wave of discomfort hits me, and I rub a hand over my face.
“Take a nap, you’re going to need it.”
I shake my head, “I’m fine.”
“Nap. I’m serious and not taking any back talk,” Klaus says sternly, “Tonight’s going to be a lot for you. You need to save as much strength as possible.”
I lean my head back against the window with an eye roll.
“I’m not napping like a child.”
—
I fucking napped for 2 hours.
I had to be woken up by Klaus, who looked a little too pleased with himself.
And now I’m hiking up some stupid fucking mountain with Klaus leading the way, a pain making its way through my body, and a hunger that I’m not entirely sure is just for sandwiches.
“How much more of this bullshit?” I growl as I almost trip over a root in the path.
Klaus, who walks in front of me, shakes his head, “For a werewolf, you have a severe lack of outdoor abilities.”
I eye his $200 henley, expensive ass boots, and dirtless blue jeans, which unfortunately make his ass look horribly grabbable.
“Ya, because you look like the perfect image of an outdoorsman, sweetie.”
I try to fight back a smile as I hear Klaus’ chuckle.
“I don’t do cargo shorts, sweetie.”
It only takes a few more steps and a few more sentences of complaining before Klaus stops in his tracks and whips around to glare at me.
“What do I have to do to get you to stop complaining. Foot rub? Horsedrawn carriage? Carry you myself?!!”
—
“You know I’ve killed people for less, right?”
I grip Klaus’ neck tighter from my position on his back.
` “You offered, Buddy.”
Klaus growls, “I was being sarcastic!”
“Shhhh. Being stressed will give you wrinkles. You’re too pretty for that.”
I smirk as Klaus opens his mouth to argue, but quickly closes it as a reddish tint coats his pale cheeks.
“You’re literally my bitch,” I laugh, and Klaus scowls but doesn’t say otherwise.
—
“Jenna’s a good cook when she’s mourning.”
“Klaus, for fucks sake.”
Klaus shrugs as he takes another bite of his sandwich. I take a bite of mine and hate myself for realizing he’s not entirely wrong.
I get annoyed when I make eye contact with Klaus, and he gives me a knowing smirk.
“Whatever.”
A chill goes through the air, and I release a shaky breath from my position on a log in the little clearing that Klaus found for us. Klaus sighs as he walks over to me and sits down next to me.
“I’m not going to ask you about how you’re feeling about all of this because I’m pretty sure you’ve been asked that a million times today, and I also already know how it feels,” Klaus says as he looks up towards the darkening sky.
“What was it like for you… Your first time?”
Klaus’ face drops slightly as he looks from the sky towards the ground.
“I didn’t get to fully experience my first full moon, 1,000 years ago. After I took my first life and triggered my curse…Mikael was right there, making Esther bind my wolf side. He made Elijah chain me up while Esther bound the only thing that connected me to my father. For a thousand years, I waited for that feeling to return, and when it finally did, it felt…right. For a thousand years, I always felt strong, but that night I truly felt free. Not burdened by Mikael or my own demons, I was just fully animalistic. Shifting hurts like a bastard, I won’t lie to you there, but that feeling of running through the woods, being the strongest creature in the entire forest, that makes it worth it.”
“I’m sorry for what Esther and Mikael did to you. It wasn’t right or fair. Esther was selfish for making you feel ashamed of something she was the cause of.”
Klaus turns to look at me with a soft look.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
I shrug, “I know. Doesn’t mean I’m not sorry. Mikael and Esther were dicks, and you deserved the right to experience your first full moon like a real wolf.”
“Fuck!”
I release a cry as a sharp pain hits my spine, and I hunch over.
“Ok… looks like it’s time,” Klaus crawls to my side as I clutch the ground for support.
A crack from my leg has me screaming, and I’m not sure where the pain starts, but all of a sudden it seems to take over my entire body, and I hunch over with a wail.
“Klaus, make it stop!”
Klaus grabs my face as he kneels in front of me.
“Astin Min, I know this hurts, and if I could take away the pain, I would, but you need to listen to me.” His eyes are filled with emotion that almost takes away my attention from the pain.
Almost.
“FUCK!”
My spine snaps, and I dig my face into the cold earth.
“Baby, you need to give in to it. Don’t fight the change, let it take hold.”
Tears roll down my face as I glare at him, “Give in?! How about you go fuck yourself!?”
Klaus sighs but still grabs my face again, “Give in, Y/n.”
What the fuck does that even mean??!
Another snap has me almost losing consciousness, but sadly, I’m still awake. I release a slow breath and close my eyes.
“That’s my girl, just like that.”
“Klaus?”
“What, Astin Min?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Will do.”
More pain comes, but instead of fighting it, I close my eyes and let it hurt. I breathe in the pain and let it take me whole. I think about Jeremy’s death.
SNAP.
Elena turning off her humanity.
CRACK.
Theo is losing yet another person in his life.
WAIL.
And then I think about me. I think about my childhood, or lack thereof. I think about my father and how he died to get me to this point. I think about my mother, who never got to see the monster her daughter has become, and then I think about my other father…and how I wonder if he’s going through the same thing I am right now? Are we sharing the same pain under the same moon?
—
PRESENT
I try to peel Klaus’ arm off of me, but he just tightens his hold. As he holds me closer, I freeze when I feel a certain something hard and digging in my back.
“Okay!”
I struggle out of his hold and am able to wiggle so I’m out of his hold, and with my back on the cold forest ground, I’m able to look up towards the trees above me. Soft light streams through the branches, giving an almost heavenly look to the forest around me. I turn to my right to look at Klaus, but I jolt when I notice he’s already awake and watching me with a soft smile.
“Fucking hell, man.”
Klaus smirks, and I jolt slightly when he speeds over to cage me into the ground. His arms surround my body, and his face hovers over mine.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I keep my eyes locked on his because I know if I don’t, I’ll end up making eye contact with what’s currently touching my upper thigh.
“How are you feeling?” Klaus leans down and places a soft kiss on my neck, “Sore?”
I lean my neck forward as he continues to leave soft kisses on my neck.
“Ya…real sore,” I grab his face and pull it away from my neck, “What are you doing?”
Klaus’ face is filled with an emotion that makes my heart beat faster.
“Do you remember anything about last night?”
I pause for a moment, and my memories of last night come out as a bunch of blurry images of running through the woods, the wind against my face, with another wolf by my side.
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