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athenamikaelson · 8 months ago

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Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe.

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.”

I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amused.

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and oggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car.

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror.

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house.

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathetic look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion.

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother gives me a look that looks like he agrees about him getting into trouble and nods his head. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot.

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My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my book up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe to be, Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions with in my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself.

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk of rejection.

Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her.

I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them.

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black.

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?”

A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom? I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker.

“Oh thank god you’re awake!”

Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?”

She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat.

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance.

“Elena, where are we?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together.

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N. I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one, a habit I’ve picked up to ground myself whenever my anxiety gets too strong.

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing, sleeping beauty?”

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me, on what I can see now is a couch, and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.”

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now, being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future.

“You’re right, Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?”

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye she’s shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I flinch at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him. I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go.

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old.

“Just a taste, I’m starving.”

My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us.

“Don’t touch her!”

Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest.

My already shaking hand moves to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell.

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace.

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?”

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.”

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.”

The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head.

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.”

I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears, that unbeknownst to me, had fallen on my cheeks. I’ve also realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel.

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming,” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head.

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore.”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 110 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is.

“What are we?”

The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down.

“We’re family. Forever.”

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals.

A loud knock startles all four of us. Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances, our hands still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide.

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.”

The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs.

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face.

Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong.

We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to right in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement makes me lose my balance and I fall back onto the couch.

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible.

Oh god, I'm going to throw up.

“And who is this?”

A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound.

Definitely going to throw up.

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.”

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster, who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man’s mouth opens and closes many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.”

Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once.

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time, “What is your name, Elskan?”

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me.

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.”

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural?

I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment.

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.”

I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face.

“Who did this to you?”

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena, making her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from… um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena, who doesn’t look as nearly surprised as she definitely should be, given that this man just BIT HIMSELF.

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.”

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

“Good girl, Elskan.”

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing.

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry,” Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator circles its prey.

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.”

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man, decapitating him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me.

“I’m going to-”

Vomit spurts from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me. Burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hair and hold it away from my face. I thought it was Elena, until Elijah’s voice sounds from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs, a fancy napkin, and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted, just disheartened. He wraps his hand in mine and stands me up.

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone,” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, then rips it off.

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively.

“What was that,” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’

To which he gets the same response.

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moving from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but still keeps his hold on me.

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

Voices call from the top and bottom of the stairs catching all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight,” He warns her as he moves to the staircase.

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed.

My vision is blurred for a moment, when it clears, I realize I’m now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway.

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.”

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs.

“Do we understand each other?”

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. What the hell is she doing?!? But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move.

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.”

Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound of metal, and then a loud boom, and then I hear Elijah let out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leaves. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the peeling wallpaper in front of me.

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before.

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might’ve taken offense, but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong.

“I think she’s over there.”

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

“What is happening Elena?”

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

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Summary: You run into Klaus at the grill leading to some banter A/N: this is my first time writing so any feedback is appreciated. I hope you enjoy it!

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You’re meeting up with Elena at the Mystic Grill, or at least you were supposed to. Your friend needed help at the last minute, so here you are, an hour late. You burst through the door and slam into a man. He grabs you and steadies you.

“Watch it, love.” The man says, and your heart sinks. It’s Klaus Mikaelson.

You push the fear aside, looking up at him with annoyance, "aren't you the one with vampire senses?

Klaus chuckles a soft sound that tickles your ear. "Indeed, I am. But even vampire senses can't predict every move a beautiful woman might make. I must admit, though, it's been quite a pleasant surprise." He releases you and steps back, letting you see his face, his gorgeous face–stop. You won't allow yourself to think about his fae like that. Or his eyes that were a dark shade of blue and full of mischief, or his lips that curled into a smirk.

“Where are you headed off to in such a hurry?” He asks, looking you over.

You see his eyes as they travel all over you, ew, "away from you", you say, trying to walk past him.

Klaus’s hand swiftly catches your arm as you attempt to pass, fingers splayed over your skin. "Now, now, no need to be so cold," he arches an eyebrow, his smirk ever-present. "You've piqued my curiosity, love."

Klaus lets go of your arm, but not before letting his fingertips slowly graze over your skin, a deliberate move hidden under the guise of an accident. "Can't we have a civilized conversation?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side with a sparkle in his eyes.

You take a step back and cross your arms, “can't you stop threatening my friends?"

Klaus chuckles dryly, leaning against a nearby counter. "I assume you're referring to the Bennett witch, the doppelgänger, and the Salvatore brothers?" He lifts a casual shoulder. "Oh, they've been causing enough trouble of their own.” He says, smirking and looking down for a moment.

You see his gaze wander back to you, sharp and assessing. "But I can see why they're protective of you," Klaus says, his voice dropping a notch, a tease playing on his lips. "You're quite the firecracker, aren't you?" His eyes seem to hold an unspoken challenge, a provocation aimed directly at you.

Your brows furrow, "stop looking at me like that"

A slow, leonine smile spans his face at your words, “Like what, love?” He asks, feigning innocence as he meets your gaze with his own, the twinkling hint of amusement present yet again.

Klaus leans slightly forward, his eyes not straying from your face, "Is it making you uncomfortable?" He asks, voice filled with warmth that doesn't match the steely glint in his eyes, a contrast that could either be intriguing or unnerving. "Or is it something else?"

You tilt your head, assessing him before settling on "like you don't know if you want to kill or kiss me"

A genuine laugh escapes Klaus, rich and animated as he takes a step closer. "Well, I'd have to admit, you do have a knack for keeping me on my toes, love," he says, voice low and steady.

Although there's no inherent threat in his gaze, there's a certain intensity that could be interpreted as such. His eyes now hold a different kind of spark – one that conveys interest, curiosity, and something else you can't quite put a finger on.

"I can assure you, I have no intention of killing you... or potentially kissing you, for that matter. At least, not until you ask me to." The corners of his mouth curl up into a cheeky smirk, his eyes never leaving yours

You roll your eyes, "Wow, look at you, such a gentleman” you deflect but couldn’t deny the way his gaze made you feel.

Klaus chuckles, the sound low and resonant, as he takes a step closer to you. "Well, I do have my moments, love," He murmurs, eyes glinting with humor.

"Although 'gentleman' is not usually how I'm described," He continues, his tone light despite the underlying tension. His gaze travels over your face, taking in your beauty, before finally settling on your eyes. There's a certain spark in them – defiance, perhaps, or challenge – that he finds rather intriguing.

"Would you prefer something else?" Klaus asks, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. His breath dances across your skin, a subtle intimacy that lingers between you. "Tell me, what do you think I should do?" he challenges, eyes smoldering with anticipation.

You smile not so innocently at him "I would tell you to go jump off a cliff, but unfortunately we both know that wont kill you."

Klaus chuckles at your response, finding amusement in your fiery retort. "True, jumping off a cliff wouldn't do much to me," he admits, the humor in his eyes only intensifying with your words. "But it's quite refreshing to hear someone wish death upon me with such spirit."

He takes a step back from you, crossing his arms over his chest while his eyes continue to roam over you. There's a playful light in his gaze now, an unspoken invitation for you to continue your verbal sparring. "Would you like to suggest something else, love?" he asks, his voice laced with a teasing dare. "Or is there something else you'd like to see me do?" Klaus asks, his tone subtly flirtatious. There's a slight lift of his brow, a provocative challenge lingering in his eyes.

You put a finger on your chin, pretending to think, "hm, I don't know, how about we go find a pit of White Oak sticks and I push you into it?"

Klaus lets out a hearty laugh at your suggestion, clearly entertained. "Oh love, you're full of surprises," he says, grinning as he glances at you. His eyes hold a sense of admiration, a glimmer of respect for your bold, if not slightly dangerous, suggestion.

"But as thrilling as that sounds," he continues, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he moves closer to you, "I think I'd prefer to avoid an untimely demise."

He tilts his head slightly, meeting your eyes with a playful glint in his own. "Now, if there's something less... fatal you'd like to do," he suggests, his voice dropping to a murmur as he leans in, "I'm all ears."

You put a hand on his chest and push him back so his face was back in front of you, "is this your twisted way of suggesting we should do something together?" you ask, raising a brow at him.

Klaus raises a brow back at you, his smirk still intact. "Well, you've caught me, love," he admits, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. His eyes twinkle with mischief, a clear sign of his enjoyment of their banter.

"But I must say," he leans in again, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm intrigued by the idea of us spending some time together." His gaze flicks down to your lips for a brief moment before focusing back on your eyes, an unspoken invitation lurking in the depths of his gaze.

"Perhaps we can find something less dangerous and more... enjoyable to do," he suggests, the tease in his voice evident. His fingers lightly graze the back of your hand, a subtle touch that sends sparks of anticipation between you. "Unless, of course, you've got other plans."

You smile at him, bewildered, “You honestly think that i’d go out with you? Your ego is bigger than I thought"

Klaus chuckles, an easygoing sound that belies the intensity burning in his gaze. "Well, one can always hope, can't they?" he replies, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"But you're right," he admits, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back casually. "My ego may indeed be larger than most. Comes with the territory of being an Original, I suppose."

His eyes meet yours, the usual playful light replaced with a more sincere look. "But I promise you, there's more to me than meets the eye." A glimmer of vulnerability flashes through his gaze, quickly replaced with his usual confident demeanor.

"But who knows?" he muses, a twinkle returning to his eye. "Maybe one day you'll find that out for yourself." His fingers lightly brush the back of your hand once more, a lingering touch full of unspoken promises.

You motion in his direction, “So you're saying that if I got to know you, I'd see more than just a deranged psycho-murdering asshole?"

Klaus laughs, a genuine, hearty laugh that seems to lighten the tension between you. "Well, when you put it like that, it's hard to argue," he admits, his eyes sparkling with humor.

He leans in close to you, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that takes you breath away. "But yes," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive drawl, "I am saying that. We all have our secrets, our hidden depths. Even someone like me."

He pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to take in his words. Then, with a sly grin, he adds, "And who knows, love? You might even like what you find." His fingers lightly trail down your arm, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down you spine.

"But for now," he continues, pulling back and giving you a playful wink, "I'll be content knowing I've piqued your curiosity. Even if only just a bit."

I shrug, "what can I say? I like proving people wrong," you say, not sure why your heart was beating so fast.

Klaus chuckles at your response, clearly amused by your boldness and the sound of your heart. "Well, I must say, love, I do enjoy a challenge," he admits, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous light.

"Perhaps one day you'll get your chance to prove me wrong," he continues, his gaze intently focused on yours. "I, for one, am looking forward to it."

He leans in closer then, your faces just a breath apart, "Until then," he whispers, his voice a low, seductive drawl, "keep that fiery spirit of yours. It suits you."

With a final, lingering glance and a playful wink, Klaus steps back, leaving you with a sense of anticipation for what might come next. But as always, with Klaus Mikaelson, one can never be quite sure.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as he walks out. What even was that? You shrug it off, looking around The Grill for Elena. When you don't spot her, you pull your phone out, seeing a text from her about an hour ago:

Hey Y/N, sorry to cancel but Stefan needs me for something.

Seriously? You have could avoided that whole thing with Klaus if you had just checked your phone.

𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚

The next day, you wake up to a package at your door. You look around, not spotting anyone before taking the box into your room, and placing in on your bed. You untie the big black ribbon., taking the top off.

Inside, the box contained a dress, jewelry, and a note

Opening the note, you see Klaus's elegant handwriting flowing across the cream-colored paper, attached to a stunning emerald green evening gown that would perfectly complement your complexion. Beside it lies an antique diamond necklace that catches the light, throwing crystalline reflections across the walls.

Dearest y/n,

Since you're so intent on proving me wrong about yourself, I thought I'd give you the perfect opportunity. There's a gala at the Lockwood mansion tonight. I'd be honored if you'd accompany me - though I suspect you'll say no just to spite me.

The dress is from 1820 Paris. The necklace belonged to a Russian duchess - don't worry, love, she parted with it willingly. I thought they might suit someone who isn't afraid to challenge an Original.

Prove me wrong about your answer?

Klaus

P.S. I'll be at your door at 8. Feel free to slam it in my face - though I do hope you won't.

You look at the dress and the jewelry, both exquisite and tasteful, the dress a beautiful, figure-hugging gown in a color that would perfectly complement your eyes, and the jewelry, elegant pieces that would add just the right amount of sparkle.

It's a grand gesture, borderline manipulative in its extravagance, but there's something about it that makes you smile. Maybe it's the audacity of it, the sheer, unapologetic boldness. Or perhaps it's that you can’t help but be a little intrigued by Klaus's offer - the promise of a challenge, the allure of the unknown.

After all, as you had mentioned the previous night, you do enjoy proving people wrong.

𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚

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