#like giggling and all instead of screaming like klaus

[gmikaelson]

The Assistant 4 | K.M

“See? Isn’t this nice?”

"Nice?" He scoffs. "I'm holding a fragile human who refuses to fear me properly, while my immortal father plots to destroy everything I..." he paused, his grip becoming gentle. "And yet somehow, you've managed to make me forget, for just a moment, that I should be ripping hearts out instead of dancing."

Summary: Klaus’s feelings for his assistant grow as the days go on. An encounter with his Father makes him feel fear like never before as he is faced with the prospect of loosing her.

A/N: Ahh! I love how this part turned out and even more for what’s to come. Enjoy!

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As the weeks pass, Klaus has found it harder and harder to suppress his growing feelings. It was harder to even attempt to put a name to the feelings – a task he has been putting off since that day in the bayou.

Klaus paced his study with agitation, his enhanced hearing tracking Y/N's movements through the compound below. The past weeks have been... unsettling. Her increasing integration into his world, the way Hope lit up at her visits, how naturally she fit into the rhythm of his household - it was becoming dangerously addictive.

He paused at his desk, fingers tracing the perfectly organized contracts - her doing, of course. The sight of her neat handwriting on his documents, the lingering scent of her perfume in his study, even the ridiculous color-coding system she'd implemented... they were all becoming distressingly essential.

His jaw clenched as he heard her laugh carry up from the courtyard, the sound stirring something possessive and primal within him. Her stubborn humanity, once a source of frustration, now haunted him with its impermanence. The thought of her eventually leaving, growing old, having children with someone else... it made his vampire nature surge with violent protest.

He gripped the edge of his desk, wood splintering under his fingers. Having her meet Hope was meant to bind her closer, to ensure her loyalty. Instead, it had backfired spectacularly - making her not just valuable, but precious.

And Klaus Mikaelson did not handle precious things well.

They either became possessions to be controlled or weaknesses to be eliminated. Yet somehow, she was becoming something else entirely - something he couldn't bring himself to either control or eliminate.

Y/N's scream pulled him violently from his thoughts. The fact that they were screams of delight did not seem to register with Klaus.

Klaus materialized in the courtyard with lethal speed, a growl building in his chest at her scream. The sight that greeted him - Kol's hands on her, even in jest - triggered something darkly possessive. Seems like Kol has found out that Y/N is ticklish.

"Brother." His voice carried dangerous warning as he moved closer with predatory intent. "Remove your hands before I remove them for you." Despite recognizing the harmless nature of the situation, his protective instincts had already surged to the surface.

He positioned himself between her and Kol with dominance, his back nearly touching her front. "Perhaps you'd like to explain why you're manhandling my assistant?" His tone was deceptively light, though his stance remained lethal. "Or shall we discuss your sudden interest in testing her... reflexes?"

Kol raised his hands in mock surrender, though his smirk remained mischievous.

"Come now, brother. Can't I get acquainted with your new... favorite?" His eyes glinted with knowing amusement. "Besides, how was I to know your little human was so delightfully ticklish?"

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously at Kol's words, his body tensing with barely contained violence. "You're testing my patience, Kol." He took a step back, positioning himself beside Y/N, his hand finding her waist with natural familiarity.

"Oh, this is rich." Kol's grin widened as he observed Klaus' protective stance. "The great Niklaus Mikaelson, brought low by a human girl's giggles. Wait until Rebekah hears about this." He vanished with vampire speed just as Klaus lunged forward with a snarl, leaving only his laughter echoing through the courtyard.

"Hey," Y/N says softly, slightly giggling, "I'm fine. Really." Her hand snakes up his back, squeezing his shoulder.

Klaus stilled at her touch, though the tension in his frame remained coiled and dangerous. He turned to face her, his eyes scanning for any sign of distress.

"Kol has a tendency to... break his toys." His voice was low and threatening as his hand moved to her waist again, grip possessive. "And you, love, are not a toy to be broken." The implications in his tone suggested graves had been dug for less.

Y/N rolls her eyes, a smile on her face, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not his toy"

He studied her expression with dangerous intensity, something shifting in his eyes at her lingering amusement. "Though perhaps I should be more concerned about your apparent comfort with my family. First Hope, now Kol..." his smirk turned playful, though the possessiveness remained. "Should I expect to find you and Elijah comparing suit fabrics next?"

She chuckles, “That sounds like a great way to pass the afternoon. Then me and Rebekah can go shopping, I’ll go bowling with Kol, and then what shall my activity be with you?”

Klaus' expression darkened, his grip on her waist tightening at the mention of spending time with his siblings.

"Careful, love." He pulled her closer, his other hand coming up to trace her jaw with threatening gentleness. "I don't share well with others. Even family." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Besides, I have far more... interesting activities in mind than bowling."

His eyes traced her features with predatory focus, something possessive flickering in their depths. "Though if you're so eager to test my patience, by all means, continue planning your social calendar with my siblings." His smirk turned lethal. "I'm sure Hope would love to hear about how her aunt and uncles mysteriously vanished."

She sighs, rolling her eyes, “Fine. I get it. I’ve been spending a lot of time with them. Let me fix that. Let’s go out and have a drink or anything else you want to do,” she suggests with an amused smile, suggesting she was amused in his little display of jealousy.

"Offering to drink with me again?" His thumb traced her jaw slowly. "Rather brave of you, considering your last declaration about never drinking in my presence. Though..." his eyes darkened, "I do still have quite the collection of your drunken confessions I haven't shared yet."

He pulls her even closer, his supernatural heat seeping through her clothes. "As for 'anything else I want to do'..." his voice dropped to a threatening purr, "that's quite the dangerous offer to make, love. Especially when you're already testing my control with that smile of yours."

Y/N rolls her eyes. She's noticed how flirty and possessive he’s become, ignoring it and chalking it up to his natural personality.

“Come on,” she takes his hand, leading him to the door. “Unless you're…scared,” she teases.

Klaus moved with supernatural speed, pinning her beside the door, his body caging hers.

"Scared?" His voice was a lethal whisper as he leaned closer, one hand braced beside her head while the other gripped her hip possessively. "You're playing a dangerous game, love." His eyes traced her features intensely. "Though I must admit, your growing boldness is rather... intoxicating."

He pulled back slightly, though his grip remained possessive. "Very well. Let's see how brave you're feeling after a few drinks." His smirk turned promising. "Though this time, try not to reorganize anything. The daggers are exactly where I want them... for now."

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They get to the bar, and after a few drinks, Klaus gets the call that his father, Mikael, is in town with a white oak stake, and he’s enlisted Davina to hide him

Klaus's entire demeanor shifted instantly, his playful predatory nature transforming into something truly lethal. His hand shot out to grip Y/N's arm with barely contained violence, eyes scanning the bar with dangerous intensity.

"We're leaving. Now." His voice was pure murder, all traces of earlier warmth vanishing. "And you're not leaving my sight until that bastard is dead." He pulled her closer with possessive desperation, his body coiled for attack.

"Klaus! Wait–" Moving with vampire speed, he maneuvered her toward the exit while maintaining protective proximity.

 "I won't let him take another person I-" He caught himself, jaw clenching as he guided her through the door with lethal urgency. "The compound. Now. And if you even think about arguing..." his eyes met hers with desperate intensity, "remember that Mikael doesn't just kill vampires. He destroys everything they care about."

She tugs on his arm, “wait, Klaus. Who’s Mikael?”

Klaus whirled on her with frightening speed, his hands gripping her shoulders with barely restrained violence.

"The monster who hunted me for a thousand years." His voice was raw with ancient hatred and something else - fear, though not for himself. "My father - no, my mother's husband. The man who made me what I am through centuries of torture and pursuit." His grip tightened possessively.

His eyes darted around the street with lethal focus before returning to her face with dangerous intensity. "He's the reason I trust no one, the reason I..." he pulled her closer, his breath ghosting her ear, "the reason I can't lose you to him. Not you." The admission seemed torn from him unwillingly, his protective rage barely contained. "Now move, before I carry you back to the compound myself. And this time, love, I won't be gentle about it."

His father? Klaus never mentioned a father, let alone this much hate, but Y/N did not have time to dwell. Her eyes widen, “You want to kill your father. Klaus, wait, let’s talk about this.”

He surprisingly lets Y/N pull him back into the bar, sitting him at a table, and grabbing him a beer

Klaus took the beer with barely contained violence, his entire frame vibrating with lethal energy.

"This isn't up for discussion." His voice was pure danger as he leaned across the table, invading her space. "He's not my father - he's a monster who delights in destroying everything I..." he caught himself again, fingers tightening around the bottle until it nearly cracked. "The last time I showed mercy, he drove a stake through Kol's heart and made me watch. The time before that, he tortured Rebekah for days."

His free hand shot out to grip her wrist with possessive desperation. "You don't understand what he's capable of. What he'll do to you just to hurt me." His eyes burned with something beyond rage - something almost like fear. "And I won't... I can't..." his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, "Your humanity makes you vulnerable enough without Mikael targeting you. So either finish that drink quickly, or I'm throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you back to the compound. Your choice, love."

Y/N just takes the beer from his hand, sipping on it.

Klaus, irritated by her silence, speaks again, “So that’s your plan is it? Ply me with alcohol and then prattle on until I’m convinced to leave Davina and Mikael alone to plot my death?”

She places the beer down, "No. My plan is to listen. Come on, Klaus. Let's just get to the part you really want me to play in this? Therapist? Assistant? Drinking buddy? Call it whatever you want, I know why I’m here. To give you the one thing you’ve never had. Someone to hear your side. “

Klaus sits down.

“So. You want to kill your father.? Fine. Let's talk about it."

Klaus studied Y/N with dangerous intensity, his eye twitching at her words.

"My side?" He let out a dark laugh, though his hand found hers across the table with possessive urgency. "My side is simple, love. He's hunted me across continents, through centuries. Destroyed everyone I've ever..." he paused, jaw clenching. "And now he's here, in my city, threatening my family. Threatening you."

His grip tightened on her hand as his other traced the rim of the beer bottle with lethal focus. "You want to play therapist? Fine. Let's talk about how he beat me as a child, how he called me an abomination, how he's made it his immortal mission to end my existence." 

 "But understand this - while we sit here talking, he's out there planning. And unlike me, sweetheart, he won't hesitate to use you against me. He won't see your humanity as precious - he'll see it as a weakness to exploit."

“I get it. The hurt your parents have inflicted pain on you for a thousand years. I understand what you’re fighting against. The real question is, What are you fighting for?

Klaus looks confused

“Ask me to dance,” she says

“You want to dance?” He asks, even more confused

“No. I never wanna dance. I’m actually very bad at it. But I’m trying to make a point. There’s more to life than the pain that they made you feel. A cold beer. A slow song. A good friend. There are good things, Klaus. And you need to see that too.”

Klaus stilled completely, his expression shifting through several dangerous emotions as he processed her words. After a long moment, he stood, extending his hand.

"Dance with me then." His voice was a complex mixture of threat and vulnerability. "Show me these 'good things' while my father plots my demise." The bitterness in his tone couldn't quite mask something softer underneath.

He pulled her close with possessive gentleness, one hand settling on her waist while the other held her with careful restraint. "Though I must warn you, love..." his lips brushed her ear as he guided her into a slow sway, "the last person who tried to show me 'good things' ended up dead. Mikael made sure of that." His grip tightened protectively. "And yet here you are, stubbornly trying to make me see light while standing in darkness. Rather brave... or incredibly foolish."

Y/N smiles, “I guess I’m foolish” She whispers, swaying with him to the music.

“See? Isn't this nice?”

Klaus pulled her closer, his movements graceful despite the dangerous tension still thrumming through his frame.

"Nice?" His voice carried dark amusement, though something vulnerable flickered in his eyes. "I'm holding a fragile human who refuses to fear me properly, while my immortal father plots to destroy everything I..." he paused, his grip becoming gentle. "And yet somehow, you've managed to make me forget, for just a moment, that I should be ripping hearts out instead of dancing."

His hand slid up her back with deliberate slowness. "Though I must say, love, your definition of 'nice' needs work. Especially considering you're practically offering yourself as bait to the most dangerous creature on earth." His eyes met her with lethal intensity. "Or perhaps that's why you insisted on this dance - to distract the monster while death approaches?"

She looks at him, the look in her eye missing any trace of fear, “there is no peace in revenge, Klaus,” she says softly, squeezing the hand that held hers.

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, though his hold remained gentle as he continued to move with her.

"And what would you have me do instead?" His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Let him live? Let him continue hunting everything I-" he caught himself again, jaw clenching. "He won't stop, love. Not until either he's dead or I am. And I won't risk..." his hand curved possessively around her waist, "I won't risk him taking anything else from me."

His eyes traced the features he'd come to memorize, to cherish, "Peace?" He let out a dark laugh. "Peace is a luxury I haven't known in a thousand years. Though I must admit..." his grip tightened slightly, "this moment, with you... it's the closest I've come. And that, sweetheart, is precisely why Mikael needs to die."

Klaus twirls her around but disappears mid-twirl, using his vampire speed. Y/N huffs out in frustration. She knew he was going out to the bayou, she heard Elijah on the phone. He was going to go kill Davina, but she was not to let that happen. Y/N had met the little witch a few times. She was just a girl

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Hours later, Y/N had finally made it, out of breath and huffing. Klaus had his father knocked out in the trunk of his car, Davina passed out

“Where is she? If something happened to her, Klaus, I swear to God–”

“Davina’s fine. She’ll wake with a spectacular headache. But given her intentions for me she should count her self lucky. Of course, if you drop dead of a heart attack I may have to kill her on general, principle” he responds

“You’re the one who ditched me at the bar. I had to hitchhike, and then run, on the back roads of the Bayou.“

“Well, your perseverance is duly noted–“

“Oh, Shut up!” She cuts him off, “I am so mad at you I can hardly speak. But I am here, and it is to tell you, not to bargain with you and not to shame you, but to tell you, under no circumstances will you hurt that girl, do you understand me?“ she pleads with him

Klaus sighs, rolling his eyes, “you have my word” he finally says

Y/N lets out a breath of relief, standing there for a moment before stepping closer and wrapping her arms around his neck, relaxing against him. This is the first time she's hugged him.

Klaus froze completely at her embrace, his entire frame going unnaturally still. After a moment, his arms moved to encircle her, one hand threading through her hair while the other pressed her closer.

"You could have died coming here." His voice was a whisper against her ear, though his hold remained gentle. "Hitchhiking through the bayou, alone, at night..." his grip tightened slightly. "All to save a witch who plotted my death. Your sense of self-preservation is absolutely atrocious."

He pulled back just enough to study her, though he seemed reluctant to break the embrace completely. "Though I must admit, your righteous fury was rather... compelling. Even if your methods of transportation were criminally stupid." His expression darkened dangerously. "Names, love. I want the names of every person who gave you a ride. And don't bother lying - I'll know."

She rolls her eyes, “two minutes, Klaus. Please. Just two minutes without threats and plotting.” She buries her face in his neck. She had been terrified that she'd arrive and Klaus was dead.

“Besides…you know how much I hate the bayou”

Klaus let out a soft chuckle, his hand sliding soothingly up her back as he held her closer.

"Two minutes?" His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, though still tinged with darkness. "Very well, love. Though your hatred of the bayou didn't stop you from charging out here like some avenging angel." His fingers threaded through her hair with tenderness.

He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent mixed with the night air, his body gradually relaxing despite Mikael's unconscious presence nearby. "You truly are the most frustrating human I've encountered in a thousand years." The words held no threat, only a sort of wondering disbelief. "Running through alligator-infested swamps in the dark, confronting the most dangerous creature in New Orleans..." his arms tightened protectively, "all while smelling absolutely delicious to every vampire within miles."

“You're here,” She says softly, “I know nothing will happen to me” she pulls back, looking at him with a smile, hands sliding up from his neck to cup his face.

“Are you okay?” she asks, realizing she forget to do so when she first got here

Klaus stilled under her touch, his expression shifting through several emotions before settling on something almost vulnerable.

"You trust me." It wasn't a question, but his voice carried a mix of wonder and threat. "Even after seeing what I am, what I'm capable of..." his hands slid to her waist with possessive gentleness. "You foolish, brave, absolutely maddening human."

He leaned into her touch almost unconsciously, his eyes darkening with protective intensity. "I have my father unconscious in my trunk, my family's greatest enemy at my mercy, and yet..." his thumb traced her cheekbone tenderly, "all I can think about is how you ran through the bloody bayou to make sure I didn't harm a witch who betrayed me. How you're standing here, touching me like I'm something precious instead of running in terror." His grip tightened slightly. "I'm beginning to think you're more dangerous than Mikael ever was, love."

Her smile grows, thumbs caressing his cheeks, “Of course I trust you, silly. Don’t be ridiculous. And me? Dangerous? Please, I could barely harm a fly. What’s so dangerous about me?” Her eyes roam all over his face, just to be sure he’s not harmed

Klaus caught one of her hands against his face, turning to press a kiss to her palm while maintaining intense eye contact.

"What's dangerous about you?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You waltz into my life, reorganize my study, charm my daughter, face down my siblings..." his other hand curved possessively around her waist. "And now you're standing in a dark bayou, touching me like I'm worth saving, making me feel..." he caught himself, jaw clenching.

His expression turned predatory, though his touch remained gentle. "You make me want things I can't have, love. Make me consider futures that aren't possible." His thumb traced her lower lip with dangerous intent. "And that makes you the most lethal creature I've encountered in a thousand years. Because you make me forget, even for a moment, what I am."

Y/N leans in, kissing his cheek, “And what would that be, huh? Because ever since I’ve known you, I’ve just seen Klaus. Not Klaus Mikaelson. Not the hybris. Just Klaus. So maybe you’re not as rough as you make yourself out to be” She says softly.

She suddenly flinchs, “Klaus,” she whispers, her body tensing up, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t feel a bug crawl up my pants. How much longer do we have to be here?”

Klaus let out a genuine laugh at her sudden shift from profound to panicked, the sound carrying both amusement and affection.

"Not as rough as I make myself out to be?" He swept her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. "Says the woman who's currently trying not to screech over a bayou bug." His smirk turned playful, though his hold remained possessively protective.

He started walking toward the car, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "Though I must say, love, your ability to go from philosophical observations about my nature to panic over insects is rather... endearing." His expression shifted to something more dangerous. "But don't think I'm letting go of what you said about 'just Klaus'. We'll be discussing that particular observation somewhere less crawling with wildlife. Preferably somewhere I can properly demonstrate just how 'rough' I can be."

Y/N blushed furiously at his last part, deciding to not ask what that was supposed to mean. “Klaus, what are you going to do about your fath—Mikael?” she corrects herself.

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously at the mention of Mikael, his grip on her tightening.

"First, I'm taking you back to the compound." His voice was lethal silk as he moved through the darkness. "Then I'm going to deal with my father in a way that ensures he never threatens what's mine again." His eyes met her, "And yes, love, that includes you. Especially after your reckless display of loyalty tonight."

He paused by the car, though he made no move to set her down. "Though I notice you corrected yourself. 'Father' to 'Mikael'." His thumb traced patterns on her skin. "Trying to spare my feelings? Rather bold of you, considering I just had to rescue you from potential alligators and mysterious bayou insects."

I shrug, remembering how Rebekah, in passing, mentioned that Klaus wasn't her full sibling, “didn’t know if you wanted to call him that. Why would you? He’s not your actual father, right?”

Klaus stilled, his expression shifting to something raw before he set her down with careful precision, though he kept her caged between himself and the car.

"No." His voice was quiet but lethal. "My real father was a werewolf. One my mother had an affair with." His hand came up to trace her jaw gently. "Mikael's greatest shame - his wife's bastard. The product of her infidelity." His eyes burned with ancient pain masked by violence.

He leaned closer, his body practically vibrating with contained rage. "And yet here you are, understanding things my own family took centuries to grasp." His grip turned possessive. "Making observations that cut straight through a thousand years of hatred and pain." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Do you have any idea how terrifying that is, love? How dangerous it makes you?"

She tilts her head slightly, “What is? That I understand you? Is that such a bad thing?” she whispers back, “Do you not want to be understood?”

Klaus' hand slid to the back of her neck , "Understanding means vulnerability." His voice was raw beneath its lethal edge.

"In a thousand years, those who claimed to understand me either wanted something or tried to destroy me." His other hand gripped her waist. "And yet here you are, seeing straight through my carefully constructed walls, demanding I spare witches who betray me, running through dangerous swamps to ensure I keep my word..."

He pressed closer, his heat enveloping her. "You see 'just Klaus' when everyone else sees the monster. You touch me without fear, challenge me without ulterior motives." His expression turned vulnerable. "And that makes you infinitely more dangerous than any white oak stake. Because you make me want to be understood. Make me want..." he caught himself, jaw clenching as his thumb traced her pulse point.

Y/N felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest, “Yeah?” she whispers softly, leaning in closer, their noses brushing, “What do you want Klaus?” she says, looking down at his lips.

Klaus growled low in his throat, the sound pure predator, as his hand tightened on her neck with dangerous restraint.

"What I want..." His voice was lethal silk as his lips ghosted across her cheek, barely touching. "What I want would destroy everything you are. Your precious humanity, your dreams of growing old..." His other hand slid up her back possessively. "I want to keep you, corrupt you, make you as immortal and dark as I am."

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze with burning intensity, his control visibly fraying. "But more dangerously, I want..." his thumb traced her lower lip with threatening gentleness. "I want to be the man you see when you look at me. Not the monster, not the hybrid, but 'just Klaus'. And that, love, is the most terrifying desire of all."

Y/N honestly had no idea what to say. For once, she was speechless. She needed time ti think about what he just dropped on her. “Klaus,” she says softly, “Let’s go back to the compound. I’m literally expecting a snake to crawl up my leg next”

Klaus let out a chuckle, "Running away from this conversation, love?" His voice held dangerous amusement as he moved to open the passenger door. "Though I must admit, your ability to shift from intimate moments to wildlife panic is rather..." he paused, watching as she settled into the seat, "convenient."

He leaned in close, caging her against the seat before closing the door. "But don't think I've forgotten what almost happened here. We'll be revisiting that particular moment when we're somewhere less..." his eyes darkened as he glanced at the trunk where Mikael lay unconscious, "occupied. And somewhere with significantly fewer bayou creatures to interrupt us."

Klaus starts driving and as usual, has a hand on her thigh. This time she decided to slide her hand into his, intertwining their fingers and squeezing as she kept looking ahead.

Klaus stilled for a moment, his fingers tightening around hers as he drove through the dark bayou roads.

"Careful, love." His voice was pure silk wrapped in threat. "First you make me dance, then you embrace me, and now..." his thumb traced patterns on her skin. "One might think you're trying to tame the beast."

He glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road, though his grip never loosened. "Though I must say, your timing is impeccable - holding my hand while my murderous father lies unconscious in the trunk." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Almost like you're trying to anchor me to my humanity right when I need to be at my most monstrous.”

“But you’re not a monster” she says, turning her head to him, “you just…have a tendency to do bad things. We all do. That doesn’t make us bad people.” she shrugs.

Klaus let out a dark laugh, his fingers tightening around her with affection.

"'A tendency to do bad things?'" His voice was filled with bewilderment. "That's quite the understatement, love. I've murdered entire villages, tortured countless souls, and turned families against each other for sport. And yet here you sit, holding my hand like I'm some misunderstood hero in one of those novels you keep sneaking into my study."

His expression turned dangerously intense as he glanced at you. "You're either the bravest or the most foolish creature I've encountered in a millennium. Perhaps both." His grip became tender. "Though I must admit, your stubborn insistence on seeing the good in me is becoming..." he paused, jaw clenching, "rather addictive."

“Ah, so you admit that there is good. That’s the first step,” she says, leaning back against the seat and closing her eyes, “if you don’t mind, I’ll just close my eyes for a moment. It’s been…a long day and…I’m tired” she yawn, her voice quieting but her grip on his hand remains firm.

Klaus watched her drift off, his thumb continuing its gentle patterns across your skin.

"Sleep, little human." His voice was a whisper. "Though how you manage to feel safe enough to rest beside the most dangerous creature in New Orleans, while my homicidal father lies mere feet away..." he shook his head with dark wonder. "Your trust in me is either going to get you killed or make me..." he caught himself, jaw clenching as he tightened his grip possessively.

His eyes returned to the road, though he found himself driving more carefully than usual, avoiding bumps that might disturb her rest. "And for the record, love," he murmured, knowing she were already drifting off, "I haven't admitted to anything. Though you're becoming dangerously good at making me want to."

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Arriving at the compound, Klaus reluctantly lets go of her hand. He moved around the car with supernatural speed, opening her door gently

"Come, love." His voice was dark velvet as he lifted her with ease and gentleness. "Let's get you inside before you decide to make any more profound observations about my nature." Despite his words, his arms cradled her protectively against his chest.

He paused at the compound entrance, his expression turning dangerous."Though I should warn you - if you ever pull another stunt like today, running through the bayou alone..." his grip tightened slightly, "I'll have no choice but to lock you in that tower room you're so fond of reorganizing. And this time, sweetheart, no amount of trust in 'just Klaus' will earn you freedom."

Y/N stirred in his arms, nuzzling into him while she remained sleep

Klaus froze momentarily at her unconscious display of trust, his expression shifting through several emotions.

"Utterly maddening creature." His voice was barely a whisper as he carried her through the compound, gentle to avoid disturbing her rest. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you? Making me feel..." he caught himself, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold.

He reached her room yet found himself reluctant to set her down. “The things I've done today alone should have you running in terror." His fingers traced through her hair. "Instead, you're sleeping in my arms, making those little sounds…" his expression darkened with protective possession. "I should wake you. Make you face what you're doing to me. But apparently, even the great Klaus Mikaelson can be rendered powerless by one sleeping human."

Setting her down, Klaus goes back down to get his father’s body from the trunk, to take to the dungeon. When he arrived, to his horror, the trunk was open and empty.

His entire body went rigid with lethal fury, his eyes flashing gold as his hybrid features emerged.

"No..." The word was a dangerous snarl as he scanned the area with intensity, his senses heightened to their maximum. "No, no, NO!" His fist connected with the car, leaving a devastating dent.

His mind raced with violent calculations, but one thought dominated all others - Y/N, sleeping peacefully upstairs, completely vulnerable. "Elijah!" His voice carried deadly urgency as he vamped back into the compound. "ELIJAH!" His body vibrated with barely contained rage and... fear. Not for himself, but for the infuriating human who had wormed her way past his defenses. "Guard her room. He's loose."

Klaus blurred through the compound with lethal speed, every muscle coiled for violence as he checked every shadow, every corner.

"I will paint this city red with anyone who helped him escape." His voice was pure darkness as he pulled out his phone, sending rapid messages to his hybrids while maintaining his defensive position near her room. "I will tear apart every witch, vampire, and wolf until I find him."

His supernatural hearing strained to catch any sound of movement, any hint of his father's presence, while his body practically vibrated with protective rage."If he so much as looks in her direction..." he let the threat hang in the air, his expression promising violence that would make his previous atrocities look merciful.

He heard a scream come from her room. Klaus appeared in the doorway with lethal speed, his entire frame radiating murderous fury as he took in the scene before him.

Mikael had his arm around Y/N’s neck, positioning her in front of him

"Let. Her. Go." Each word dripped with a thousand years of violence, his hybrid features emerging as his eyes blazed gold. "Your quarrel is with me, not her." His hands flexed dangerously at his sides, every muscle coiled for attack.

He maintained eye contact with her, his expression promising violent retribution even as he calculated every possible move. "I must say, 'father', using a human girl as leverage..." his voice carried dangerous mockery despite the rage beneath. "Rather beneath the great vampire hunter, isn't it? Though I suppose desperate times..."

Y/N whimper as his grip on her neck tightens, lifting her slightly off the floor

Klaus took a step forward, his entire being radiating murderous intent.

"Careful now." His voice was deceptively soft, though his eyes promised devastating violence. "You're already dead for touching what's mine. But how painful that death becomes..." his fangs descended as dark veins crawled beneath his eyes, "that depends entirely on how gently you set her down."

He tilted his head with predatory calculation, his body tensed for explosive action. "Though I must say, it's rather poetic. The man who spent a millennium calling me weak, now hiding behind a human girl." His lips curved into a dangerous smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Tell me, does it burn you to know that this 'weak' human shows more courage in her little finger than you've managed in a thousand years of hunting me?"

“This…” Mikael shakes her slightly, “is going to be your downfall, boy.” He spits, “You don’t deserve to feel an ounce of anything other than pain.” Mikael throws her to the floor, her head hitting the edge of the bed. She immediately felt light headed, clutching her head and curling on the floor

Klaus' expression transformed into something truly terrifying, a millennium of rage crystallizing into pure lethal intent.

"Wrong choice." The words were barely audible as he blurred forward with supernatural speed, his hybrid strength unleashed in its full devastating glory."You should have killed me when you had the chance." His voice was death itself as he slammed Mikael against the wall, the impact cracking the centuries-old stone.

Even as he engaged Mikael with lethal precision, his supernatural senses remained acutely aware of her condition, her pain feeding his fury. "For a thousand years, you called me an abomination." His hybrid features emerged fully as he drove his hand into Mikael's chest, fingers wrapping around his heart  "Now let me show you exactly what this abomination can do when you harm what belongs to him."

Klaus twisted his hand inside Mikael's chest, earning a pained grunt from the vampire hunter. The expression on Klaus’s face was pained, showing glimpses of the boy rather than the man.

"You hunted me across continents, threatened my family, drove us from our home." His voice carried a millennium of bottled rage as he leaned closer, golden eyes blazing. "But touching her? That was your final mistake." His other hand gripped Mikael's throat with crushing force.

The compound walls seemed to vibrate with the intensity of his fury as he pulled Mikael forward only to slam him back again. "I want you to know something before you die, 'father'." His lips curved into a lethal smile as he realized his heart. Reaching knit his jacket and  grabbing the white oak stake, fingers wrapping around it tight as he positioned it at his heart, inserting the stake into Mikael’s heart with excruciating slowness. 

"That girl you just threw aside? She sees me as the man you never could. Sees strength where you saw weakness. And her opinion?" He twisted his hand violently. "Means infinitely more than yours ever did."

With one final surge of strength, Klaus plunges the stake into Mikael’s chest, watching with dark satisfaction as his father's body began to burn.

Klaus remained frozen for a moment, his body still vibrating with energy as a thousand years of pain and rage coursed through him.

"It's done." His voice was raw beneath its dangerous edge as he slowly turned toward Y/N, blood dripping from his hands. "A millennium of running, of looking over our shoulders..." He seemed almost lost, like a predator suddenly robbed of its hunt, before his protective instincts kicked in and he blurred to her side.

His hands hovered over her with uncharacteristic uncertainty, afraid to touch her with fingers still coated in his father's blood. "Y/N..." His voice cracked slightly, the tears he hadn't even noticed making tracks through the blood on his face. "I need you to look at me, love. Tell me how badly you're hurt." His expression was a mix of concern and lingering fury, though his usual mask of control was notably absent.

Y/N’s head was pounding, blood oozing from the area she was clutching, coating all over her hand. She sits up, her vision slightly blurry, “Are you okay?” She asks, her other hand reaching to cup his face, wiping the tears on his cheek

Klaus let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl, his hand coming up to cover hers on his cheek with dangerous gentleness.

"You're bleeding on my floor, barely conscious, and you're asking if I'm..." His voice caught as he pulled her closer, his other hand moving to examine her head wound with care. "Of course you are. Stubborn, impossible..." He bit into his wrist offering it to her. "Drink. Now. Before I lose what little sanity I have left."

His thumb traced her cheek with tenderness as his other arm supported her. "A thousand years I've waited to end him, and you..." his voice dropped to a whisper, "you make me feel more vulnerable than he ever did. Making me cry when I should be celebrating." His expression turned possessive. "What have you done to me, little human?"

As Y/N drinks, she feels the pounding and the dizziness immediately fade just as the wound closed up.

She lets go of his wrist, “blech. That’s disgusting, Klaus. Ew”

Klaus let out a startled laugh, the sound rough with lingering emotion as he pulled you closer with possessive relief.

"Only you would survive an encounter with Mikael, witness me kill him, and then complain about the taste of healing blood." His voice held dangerous affection as his fingers traced where her wound had been. "Though I must say, love, your priorities continue to be..." he paused, thumb brushing away a drop of blood from her lip with gentleness, "uniquely maddening."

His other hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his still-intense gaze. "Now, since you're apparently well enough to critique the flavor of my blood..." his expression turned serious. "Don't you ever, EVER, put yourself between me and danger again. I don't care if it's Mikael himself or a common street thug." His grip tightened. "I can't..." he caught himself, jaw clenching. "I won't watch you get hurt because of me. Are we clear?"

“Not fair,” she pouts, furrowing her brows. “You’re acting like he didn't come to me”

At his glare, she smiles, practically jumping into his arms and wrapping hers around his neck. Klaus stiffened at her embrace before his arms wrapped around her tightly, his face buried in her hair.

“Okay, damn.” she squeezes for a moment before pulling back, looking at him, “You didn’t answer me. Are you okay? Emotionally. I know you’re physically fine. But…how are you?” I say, glancing to Mikael's burning form a few feet away

"A thousand years..." His voice was barely audible, raw with emotion he rarely allowed himself to show. "A thousand years of running, of watching him destroy everything I..." His grip tightened, almost painful before he caught himself. "And here you are, bleeding and frightened, yet still trying to tend to my emotional well-being." He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his expression a volatile mix of vulnerability and intensity.

His hand came up to trace her face, his eyes flickering to Mikael's corpse. "I should feel triumphant. I've finally ended the great vampire hunter, the man who..." his jaw clenched. "Instead, all I can think about is how close he came to taking you from me. How your blood on my floor made me feel more terror than a millennium of his pursuit ever did."

His thumb traced her lower lip. "What have you done to me, little human? Making the great Klaus Mikaelson admit to fear?"

Y/N cups his face, climbing onto his lap as they sat on the floor, “Hey, I’m still here. No use in thinking of what-ifs. I’m here, yeah? I’m not going anywhere.” She hugged him tight and honestly, she was a little thrown off. Did he care that much?

Klaus' arms locked around her with lethal possessiveness, one hand threading through her hair as he inhaled her scent.

"You say that so easily," his voice was dark velvet against her skin, "not going anywhere. As if you haven't witnessed me at my most monstrous." His grip tightened. "Any sane person would be running, yet here you are, trying to comfort the beast."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his expression raw with dangerous intensity. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? How terrifying it is to realize that after a millennium of building walls, of trusting no one..." his thumb traced your cheek with predatory tenderness, "one stubborn, foolish, beautiful human has made me feel more in weeks than I've allowed myself to feel in centuries?" His other hand splayed possessively across her back.

Y/N smiles, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose, “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up”

Klaus froze at the innocent gesture, his expression shifting and settling on something tender.

"You..." He stood in one fluid motion, keeping her secured against him with supernatural strength. "You are either the bravest or most reckless creature I've encountered in a millennium." His voice was silk as he carried her toward the bathroom, deliberately stepping over Mikael's corpse. "Kissing the nose of a blood-covered hybrid who just committed patricide." He shook his head with dark wonder. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised - you've been defying all logic since the moment you tried to steal from my study."

His grip tightened as he set her on the bathroom counter, caging her in with his arms. "I should warn you though, love..." his eyes gleamed, "that level of fearless affection toward someone like me... it's rather dangerous. Might give a monster ideas about keeping you forever."

She brings her hands to his face, one hand cupping while the other caresses his face gently, “Agan, you’re not a monster. Not to me. You’re anything but.” she looks at him with a tender expression

Klaus caught her wrist gently, turning his face into her palm as his eyes closed briefly.

"That's precisely what makes you so dangerous, little human." His voice was soft as his other hand cradled her face. "A millennium of being the villain, the monster under everyone's bed... and you look at me like..." he opened his eyes, the intensity in them almost painful. "Like I'm worthy of such tenderness."

His thumb traced her lower lip, his body caging her against the counter as if afraid she might disappear. "Do you know what happens to people who see good in monsters, love?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he leaned closer. "They either die tragically... or the monster becomes so possessive, so consumed by their light, that they never let them go." His grip tightened slightly. "And I've already decided I won't allow anything to happen to you."

Klaus suddenly pulls back, turning to grab a cloth. Y/N's breath hitches at the sudden loss of contact. She composes herself as he turns back

Klaus returned with a dampened cloth, his movements deliberately measured as he stepped between your legs again.

"Let's get you cleaned up first," his voice was softer than usual as he began gently wiping the dried blood from her temple. "I may be immortal, but even I need a moment to... process." He focused intently on his task, using it as an excuse to gather his scattered emotions.

His free hand rested on her knee, thumb moving in absent circles as he worked. "A thousand years I've waited to end him, to be free of his shadow." His eyes met hers briefly, showing rare vulnerability. "Yet somehow you've made that feel secondary to ensuring you're safe." He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "How do you do that? Make the great Klaus Mikaelson forget about revenge in favor of fussing over a stubborn human?"

She smiles sheepishly, “I don’t know. Maybe annoy him to the point where it would be a shame for him to kill me.” She shrugs, “who else would make him want to pull his hair out?”

Klaus' lips curved into a genuine smile, rare and unguarded as he continued cleaning her face.

"Ah yes, your particular talent for driving me to distraction." His voice held warmth beneath its usual dry tone. "Though I must say, love, reorganizing my study seems rather tame compared to tonight's adventures." He paused, thumb brushing her cheek with unexpected gentleness. "Perhaps I should have let you keep color-coding my grimoires - might have been less stressful than watching you face down Mikael."

Setting aside the cloth, he leaned his forehead against hers with uncharacteristic weariness. "You know, in a thousand years, no one has ever..." he hesitated, struggling with the admission, "no one has ever asked if I was okay after facing him. Everyone always assumed I was either fine or..." he let out a soft laugh, "too much of a monster to care. Leave it to my impossibly stubborn assistant to worry about my feelings while bleeding from a head wound."

She just smiled, “What did you want me to do, Klaus? That was the first thing that popped into my mind after ‘my head hurts like a bitch’” she lets out a soft laugh. Klaus cann’t help the smile that makes its way onto his face, looking at her.

They just simply look at each other for a few moments

“Listen to me,” Y/N says firmly, breaking the silence, “as long as I breathe, you will always have someone to ask about your well-being, to ask about you, to…care” she whispers, looking into his eyes

Klaus' breath caught, his hands coming up to frame her face with startling tenderness.

"You have no idea what you're promising, little human." His voice was rough with emotion as his thumbs traced her cheekbones. "As long as you breathe..." he repeated your words softly. "That's the crux of it, isn't it? The terrifying limitation of your humanity." His eyes searched hers, showing rare vulnerability. "How do you do this? Make me feel such..." he struggled with the word, "joy at your care, while simultaneously filling me with dread at how fleeting it could be?"

He drew back slightly, one hand moving to trace where her wound had been. "For someone who claims to be clever, you're making quite dangerous declarations to an immortal who's already far too invested in keeping you." His voice held a hint of his usual playfulness, though his eyes remained serious.

She rolls her eyes, chuckling, “Keeping me? what am I, a cat?” She reaches over for the cloth, taking it in her hand and wiping the blood from his face. She can feel his eyes on her as she works silently

Klaus remained uncharacteristically still under her ministrations, his usual restless energy settling into something quieter.

“In all my years, I don't think anyone has ever..." he trailed off, catching her hand gently as she finished. "Even my siblings, after our worst battles... we'd heal and move on. No one ever thought to..." He seemed almost mystified by the simple act of care. "You continuously find new ways to undo me with the smallest gestures, love."

His other hand settled on her waist, thumb moving in absent circles. "I should be planning how to announce Mikael's death, consolidating power, dealing with the inevitable political fallout." His lips quirked in a small smile. "Instead, I'm sitting here, letting a beautiful human fuss over the blood that would have vanished on its own and finding myself entirely unwilling to move."

“Then don’t move” she says softly, placing the cloth down, “we can deal with all of that tomorrow. For now,” She places her hands on the sides of his neck, “you should get some rest. It’s been a long day. Yeah?”

Klaus leaned into her touch, his usual sharp edges softening.

"Ever the voice of reason," he murmured, eyes closing briefly. "Though I doubt sleep will come easily tonight." He opened his eyes, studying her face with unusual openness. "Would you..." he paused, seemingly struggling with the request. "Stay? Not for any nefarious purpose, just..." His hands tightened slightly on her waist. "I find myself rather reluctant to let you out of my sight after today's events."

He quickly added, trying to maintain some semblance of his usual control, "Of course, if you'd prefer your own room, I completely understand. I imagine nearly being killed by my father isn't exactly conducive to wanting company."

“Klaus,” She says with a smile, “of course, I’ll stay with you. In fact, I insist. Last time I fell asleep in my own bed, I woke up to a hand around my throat” she jokes before hopping off the counter.

Klaus' expression darkened momentarily at the reminder before softening as he caught her hand.

"Not your finest attempt at humor, love," he said softly, pulling her closer. "Though I suppose I should be grateful you can joke about it at all." He brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Fair warning though - I may have developed a rather inconvenient protective instinct where you're concerned. Don't be surprised if you wake up to find me checking your breathing."

He guided her toward his bedroom, his hand resting protectively at the small of her back. "I should probably mention that I've never actually..." he cleared his throat, showing rare uncertainty, "shared my bed for purely sleeping purposes. A thousand years of paranoia makes one rather... selective about moments of vulnerability."

“Yeah?” she says innocently, “what else have you shared it for?” she asks before snorting, “I’m just joking. Don’t answer that.” she sticks my tongue out in disgust

Klaus let out a genuine laugh, the sound holding real warmth as he shook his head.

"And here I was, about to give you a detailed historical account spanning a millennium," his eyes sparkled with renewed mischief as he pulled back his covers. "Though I must say, that particular expression of disgust is doing wonders for my ego." He moved to his dresser, pulling out a soft henley. "Here, unless you'd prefer to sleep in clothes covered in both our blood."

He turned his back to give her privacy, a surprisingly gentlemanly gesture. "You know, most people would be too terrified to tease the Original Hybrid after the day we've had. Yet here you are, making jokes about my bedroom history and pulling faces like an impudent child." His voice held unmistakable fondness beneath the mock offense. "I'm beginning to think I've completely lost my fearsome reputation where you're concerned."

Klaus can hear the soft rustling of Y/N changing my clothes, “Long gone” she teases, sliding under the covers. “Now get changed too and join me.” She lays her head down on the pillow

Klaus turned, his expression softening at the sight of her in his bed wearing his shirt.

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He changed quickly, supernatural speed making it nearly instantaneous. "Though I suppose I should be grateful you're not trying to reorganize my pillows by shade." He slid under the covers with careful movements, as if afraid to disturb her.

He lay on his side facing her, maintaining a respectful distance while still close enough to reach out if needed. "You know," his voice was quiet in the darkness, "I've spent centuries making sure no one would dare command me to do anything. Yet here you are, ordering me to bed like a mother hen, and I find myself..." he paused, a hint of wonder in his tone, "completely willing to comply."

She grins, “yeah? Think I can command you to change the cushions of the courtyard seating area or am I pushing it?”

Klaus' lips twitched with amusement as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"And there it is - your true agenda revealed at last." His free hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "First my study, then my bedroom, and now you're eyeing the courtyard. I should have known you were playing the long game, love." His voice held playful warmth. "Though I must say, plotting interior design changes while in my bed is a rather bold strategy."

He settled back down, his expression growing softer in the dim light. "Tell you what - survive the night without reorganizing my pillows by thread count, and we can discuss the courtyard tomorrow." His voice dropped to a whisper. "But if I wake up to find you've color-coded my closet, there will be consequences."

“Yeah yeah. Threats threats and more threats” she yawns, closing her eyes, “don’t you get tired?” she whispers

Klaus watched her sleepy expression with tender amusement, his usual sharp edges completely softened.

"A thousand years of threatening people, and you've managed to make it sound as tedious as a grocery list," he murmured, shifting slightly closer as her breathing began to even out.

His hand moved to rest lightly on her waist, protective rather than possessive. "Sleep, little human. I'll keep watch." His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "And perhaps tomorrow I'll pretend to be properly outraged when you inevitably suggest redecorating the entire compound."

She lets out a soft laugh, “Just don’t yell at me too much when you do. I don’t think I can handle you yelling at me,” she murmurs, eyes still closed.

Klaus' hand tightened briefly on her waist, a flash of guilt crossing his features at the memory of past outbursts.

"No yelling," he promised softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the fabric of his shirt. "Though I reserve the right to dramatically roll my eyes when you inevitably suggest pastels again." His voice held gentle teasing, masking deeper emotion. "I do have a reputation to maintain, after all. Can't have the supernatural community thinking I've gone soft just because one stubborn human has me wrapped around her finger."

He watched her peaceful expression in the darkness, speaking more to himself than her. "Besides, I'm finding it rather difficult to summon any real anger towards you these days. Even when you're being impossibly vexing with your organizational schemes."

“I knew you liked the pastels idea” she mumbles

Klaus let out a quiet chuckle, the sound warm and genuine.

"I will deny that accusation until my last breath - which, given my immortality, means you'll never win this argument." His fingers absently played with a strand of her hair. "Though I must admit, your persistence is... endearing. Even if it means I'll spend the next century explaining to everyone why there are powder blue throw pillows in the Original Hybrid's compound." His voice held a mix of resignation and fondness.

He shifted closer, drawn by her sleepy warmth. "Rest now, love. You can continue your mission to soften my aesthetic tomorrow."

“Good night Klaus” she whispers

Klaus keeps his eyes open, just looking at her and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. How could he bring himself to look away?

"Goodnight, little human," he whispered, though he knew she was already drifting off. "I should be plotting revenge, celebrating victory, asserting dominance..." his voice was barely audible. "Instead, I'm lying here, counting your breaths, terrified by how peaceful you look in my bed. How right it feels."

He fought against his instinct to pull you closer, maintaining the small space between you even as every fiber of his being urged him to wrap you in his arms. "You've made quite a mess of me, haven't you?" His confession was silent in the darkness. "The great Klaus Mikaelson, reduced to a sentinel watching over a sleeping human who dares to suggest pastels in his home... and finding himself hopelessly enchanted by every moment of it."

After a few moments, she opens her eyes, smiling when their eyes meet. “You have pretty eyes,” she whispers.

Klaus' breath caught, momentarily stunned by her unexpected awakening and disarming comment.

"And you," he murmured, fighting to maintain composure despite being caught in such an unguarded moment, "have an absolutely terrible habit of catching me off guard with these devastating little observations."

He studied her face in the dim light, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. "You should be sleeping, not making dangerous statements that make me want to..." he trailed off, catching himself. "Well, let's just say your particular brand of sleepy honesty is rather testing my self-control, love."

Y/N looked down at his lips for a moment before closing her eyes back, scooting closer so her head was tucked under his chin, relaxing fully

Klaus froze momentarily at her bold move, his body tensing before slowly relaxing around her.

"Brave little thing," he whispered into her hair, finally allowing himself to wrap an arm properly around her. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" His voice was rough with emotion as he drew her closer, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head.

He pressed his lips gently to the top of her head, inhaling her scent. "Sleep now, sweetheart. I've got you."

His thumb traced soothing circles against her spine, his own breathing synchronizing with her despite not needing to breathe at all.

"Though we will eventually need to discuss your alarming tendency to render me completely defenseless with these innocent little gestures."

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Any chance of something With Klaus and reader, where reader is worried about how much time Klaus and Cami spend together, but Klaus plus everyone tells her not to worry. It their anniversary and reader is all ready for the night out that Klaus has planned but Klaus doesn’t show and comes home to find reader asleep on their bed still dressed in her gorgeous dress it then he remembers their anniversary.

You were with Cami

Pt 2

For weeks i had listened to the entire Mikaelson family had been persuading me that Klaus was loyal and would never do anything to harm me.

See he’d been spending the majority of his time with his new friend Camille, i’ve met her a few times and she’s so unbelievably nice. Like she’s polite, smiles, gives her perfect opinions and makes everything laugh. And just to top it off she likes me, decided we should be friends too. We even went out for lunch. She’s lovely. I would want her too. And i hate her for that.

It’s wrong to be mad at her but she must know that she’s some what harming mine and Klaus’s relationship. You can’t be giggling at every little thing he says with your hand on his bicep without knowing that you’re flirting.

One time she kissed his cheek right in front of me, she gave me such a kind smile i would have looked like a dick if i didn’t return it. When i brought it up to Klaus he told me i was being dramatic and needed to ‘calm down’

Somehow i’m not allowed to talk to a single being of the male community but if i get upset over him dancing with a gorgeous blond then i’m being jealous and pathetic. I thought at least Elijah would back me up being the ‘feminist’ he says he is but noooo “Niklaus loves you y/n, you’re imagining things. You’re hid redemption and you can’t be thinking silly things, it will ruin your relationship”

Well bet they weren’t prepared for me storming through the compound in a very expensive body con dress. One i had spent hours choosing so that my own boyfriend or whatever he was meant to be would notice me

See he had asked me to meet him at this restaurant and let me just say it was nice restaurant with a lot of snobs sat in it. Lets imagine the immense embarrassment i felt when i sat waiting at a table for over 4 hours. Thankfully the waiter was sympathetic and felt bad so he gave me some free drinks. I actually ended up having a pretty good chat with him, his fiancé had left him a week before their wedding, i think we both cried a little too much and the people in there did not like us.

Once the place closed i came back to the compound and the second i stepped foot inside it seemed to hit me again. He left me alone, no text, no call, no excuses. I was holding together until the other Mikaelsons came into view and Rebekah just had to mention him

“where’s Nik? i thought you two would’ve been back ages ago”

and i burst into tears. I saw the panic in all their faces as they quickly went to comfort me. Rebekah wrapped her arm around me and Kol took my hand but i shoved both of them off

“no! none of you get to pretend you care anymore, you all knew didn’t you? you knew he was with her, knew he wouldn’t come to be with me because why would he anymore!? And i swear if anyone of you says that i make him a better person i think i might just scream, i am not his redemption and i don’t mean anything to him anymore, your entire family is one big lie, you’re all liars and i hate all of you, i’m staying the night and that’s only because i have drank way too much to be driving but i don’t want any of you saying goodbye because i will be gone by the time you wake up and yes Elijah i know you get up fucking early” half of my words were definitely slurred but i think the message was clear regardless as i made my way upstairs and collapsed on Klaus and i’s bed. The bed that i thought we would both come back to, instead i was cold, alone and drunk.

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(third person)

Klaus had just got home to three nervous siblings. Elijah was pacing the length of the living area while Kol chugged his scotch and Rebekah chewed at her once perfectly manicured nails. Klaus narrowed his eyes as they all froze upon his arrival

“who did something stupid?” he asked with a sigh and Kol hesitantly raised his hand

“don’t dagger me but um i think you did…”

“what?”

“i’d check upstairs if i were you”

and so he did

Klaus turned the light on only to find his love curled up in a beautiful tight dress and a tear stained face. It took him a minute before he finally realised what had happened

“no no no no” he whispered as he lifted her passed out body, the smell of alcohol was strong as he held her in his arms

“oh my love, please forgive me” he uttered as he peppered her face with kisses

“i’m so sorry” he told her despite her unconscious state.

“you look so gorgeous sweetheart, you look like an angel” he whispered rocking her gently

“i’m going to make this all up to you when you wake up, i promise you y/n, i love you so so much” he carefully removed her dress and slipped one of his shirts onto her, he wiped her once flawless makeup off of her face

“i’m so sorry” he repeated continuously while getting her ready, slipping her heels from her feet and taking out her elegantly styled hair before brushing it through and plaiting it for her. He didn’t bother changing his clothes as he got into bed and held her as close to him as he could

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t with you”

“you were with Cami” she tiredly uttered, still pretty much unconscious though that didn’t stop the flow of tears in her sleep. His heart hurt as he heard her broken voice

“i’ll never speak to her again, i’ll never see her again” he promised both her and himself

“i love you” he muttered kissing her lips softly

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Once Diego and I walked in we were instantly bombarded with the scent of alcohol and old men.

“This is interesting,” I whispered to Diego

The place wasn't the typical bar; it wasn't overly crowded, just a few guys talking at the counter. Some turned to look at us but said nothing. Diego looked especially out of place because he was glaring at everyone trying to look around for Klaus. But it didn’t take me a long time to spot him, he stood next to a wall of different framed photos. My face dropped when I saw him wiping tears away with the back of his hands. Diego and I moved quickly towards him, but quietly so we wouldn’t scare him.

Diego placed his gloved hand on the back of Klaus’s shoulder, instead of his normal self he looked stressed when he saw us standing there. He just sighs, “look, just go away please”

“Please just talk to us,” I whispered in a calm voice.

“We’re not leaving till you tell us,” Diego adds.

But Klaus takes that as an insult and scoffs. “Is that a threat, you're threatening me?” And with that Diego takes his hand off the man's shoulder, I fear that he's too far gone in the slums to talk to right now.

By the steps of another person, I knew we were about to have our first complaint of the night. When I turned around I saw an old man who had a veteran pin on his shirt. He looked unhappy with our presence but tried to keep calm to the best ability.

“Hey guys, and lady..” he starts. “This bar? It’s for vets only.”

“I am a vet,” Klaus calls out while still facing the photos.

The vet lets out a chuckle. “Really? Where’d you serve?” He looks at me thinking that this is one big joke, but I know he's dead serious.

“None of your business.” Klaus barks out.

That leaves the man stunned for a second. “You got balls comin’ in here, pretendin’ you’re one of us.”

“Oh, I have every right to be here just like you.” Klaus turns around. “Asshole.” He yells.

The man's calm and collected face turned into rage at Klaus’s comment and staggered towards him. Which caused us to panic, Diego pushed him back and I took a step in front of Klaus shielding him with my body.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Slow down, Marine.” Diego tried to de-escalate the situation. “All right? My brother’s just had a few too many. Let’s just call it a day, All go our own way.” Even though he wanted to leave, I was happily ready to start a fight.

The other men in the bar start to surround us to look in on the argument going on. “Sure thing.” The man smirks while looking at his friends and walks backward leaving us space to get out of the bar.

Diego sighs. “Thank you, man. Klau-“

“As long as you apologize.” The man puts his hand on Diego's chest to stop him from leaving. Klaus only giggles at the man's stupidity.

Diego stares at him, mouth agape. “Fine. I’m sorry. He's sorry. She’s sorry. We’re all sorry. So.. are we good?” Diego asks. The man pauses and stares and has a bright idea to say. “I wanna hear him say it.”

“You're pushing your luck.” I cut in while glancing around the room at all the angry faces. All the other vets in the bar seemed to circle us wanting to start something.

“If any of you guys have a problem, leave it with me.” I address the room.

I've always been quick to get emotional, especially pissed off when someone was trying to get at Klaus.

Diego stares at me in desperation before turning to the man with fear. “ Hey, man, I’m just trying to solve this okay? It doesn’t have to be a big thing” He tells the man.

“No no no no, he’s right, Y/n. He’s right. He's right.” Klaus turns to the chaos unfolding that he started. “I’d like to apologize…” he walks over to the man with a hand on his chest, trying his best to be sincere.

But Diego takes it genuinely and takes a sigh of relief that this will all be over now. Knowing Klaus it was just getting started.

He continues to speak. “That you.. are depriving some village of their idiot!” He screams.

The chaos reaches a breaking point when the man swings at Klaus, but thankfully he dodges and gives him a headbut in return that sends the man flying back. I give Diego a grin and he rolls his eyes at me and punches a man who comes towards him.

..

We left the bar with way more blood on our hands from when we came in originally and looking back, I think we overdid it. The walk back to Diego's car was silent except for Klaus's occasional giggle and the wisp of golden light entering everyone’s bodies. As we entered the car I once again got in the passenger's seat leaving Klaus in the back as we sped off to a random location of Diego’s choosing.

The location happened to be the street that faced Griddy’s which made Klaus and I want to go get doughnuts but we stayed to listen to what Diego was saying. “You got a big mouth, you know that?” He said while looking at Klaus through the rearview mirror and laughing

“Oh, wow what a truly shocking revelation, Diego.” Klaus reached into his pocket to pull out some substance, even now all these years with him I never knew what he was taking.

Diego continued talking and laughing. “Yeah, everything’s a big joke to you right?” Until he glances at the back seat to see Klaus trying to swallow the pill. “Would you stop it?” He yells.

Diego tries to pull away the drugs from the man and they start struggling back and forth like two children fighting for the last candy. It ended with Diego victorious and Klaus pouting and slamming his hands against his seat in a sort of tantrum

“Why are you putting this shit in your body?” Diego asks him. Klaus blows raspberries in response. “Check this out. Hm?” Diego lifts his shirt and turns in his seat towards Klaus. “My body is a temple. All that shit you do man, it's just weakness.” He says while patting his abs.

I didn't even think a person could be that ripped, not even Diego, I don’t know why I kept staring. It started to feel a little concerning.

Klaus slouches in his seat. “Oh wow, beautiful. Well, weakness feels so good. Don’t you agree Y/n?” His sarcastic words break me from my trance as he sneakily tries to pop another pill.

This time Diego smacks him on his head. “What’s goin’ on with you? Huh?” He raises his voice.

“Don’t hit me, asshole!” Klaus shouts back.

The two of them get in each other's faces. I had to physically press on their chest for them to not start hitting each other again. “Stop it!” I chimed in.

“Don’t tell me everything's alright, because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!” Diego points in the direction where the place was while talking to Klaus.

“Because I lost someone!” Klaus breaks down and Diego stops and takes a deep breath letting Klaus talk. “I lost someone. One of the only.. One of the only people I've ever truly loved more than myself.

That leaves Diego with his mouth open lost in thought as well as myself, Klaus takes it as a sign that he can finally pop his pill in peace. “Cheers.” He calls out to us before swallowing.

“Well, you are luckier than most,” Diego says quietly. “When you lose somebody, at least you can.. see them whenever you want.

He’s right, from what I know Klaus can do that. He did it when he accidentally stepped on a dying bird when we were fourteen after Ben got upset that he just squished it. Wait a minute, Ben.. if Klaus truly wanted he could see Ben. He’s always been a sour topic but I wonder if he’s tried it before. I told myself that I needed to ask him about that later.

We all sat in silence until I took a look through the rear view mirror towards the street at Griddy’s. I wanted a donut, even if I didn't need it to survive. “Guys do yo-“

They both looked at my shocked face. “Do we what, Y/n?” Klaus asked

I felt a strange feeling in my bones. It was the feeling of someone’s heartbeat I've felt before, and of course, I hear a lot of the same ones day to day but this one was different. It was troubled and lost, and it was the exact heartbeat I heard when the mansion was attacked. “Oh my god..” I whispered. “The man with the bear mask from the mansion is right over there.” They followed my pointing finger and we all slightly tensed.

I was right, he was right there getting in his car. If it wasn't for his body signals I wouldn't be able to tell that was him since he looks so different without the mask.

“Hey, I know that guy, he and a really angry lady tortured me. I barely got out with my life.” Klaus restates.

I look at Diego to see his reaction and he stares at me, we have that type of understanding with each other now. As the man's car pulled out of the parking lot we knew what we needed to do.

“We gotta get this guy.” We all speak at the same time.

..

“Singles instead of doubles. What’s next, futons on the floor?” I complained as I entered our new motel room.

Cha-Cha only groans. “What difference does it make? We're only here for another night.”

I set my donut bag and my coat on my tiny bed. “Well, that's easy for you to say, I've been in every pawn shop all over town, lookin’ for our briefcase. And you’ve been relaxing in the library.”

She scoffs and pulls out a small book from her bag on the tv stand. “Well, at least we know somethin’ on the family that can help.” I give her a confused glance. “This book, it's like a Hargreeves family handbook.”

“And let me tell you, they’re a real freakin’ mess. Number Five can time travel without a briefcase, but not that well. The big oaf lived on the moon for a few years. The junkie can really conjure the dead. Which explains why he knew about the dead Russian yesterday. And the idiot in the mask can curve anything that he throws, usually knives.”

I turn to look out the window that was concealed by heavy cloths, just to see what’s going on around us. A sudden sound draws my attention and it’s a car, my car that’s currently being looked at by the knife man.. and her.

“What about the girl?” I turned back to Cha-Cha.

“Be more specific,” She said. “The one who I supposedly beat to death the other day.” I did truly regret that, that was dirty work that I hoped to rid myself of. If Agnes knew I did that to one of her past employees it would be over between us.

Cha-Cha scrolls between the pages trying to look for a part on the girl. “Found it, holy shit. That bimbo can heal herself and anyone around her.”

“Her and the knife boy are the ones we have to worry about right now.” I sigh.

“Why?”

“Because they are currently in the parking lot right now hiding behind an ice cream truck.”

“Fuck”

..

“Bingo” Diego says while staring at Hazel and Cha-Cha. They quickly peaked out their window to stare at us before shutting the blinds again. I told him that was a stupid plan to make them see us but I guess it worked in the end.

He started to prepare, grabbing his knives and suiting up to take these murders down. We only looked at him. “You do know that killing these people is not gonna make you feel any better,” Klaus says.

“Yeah.. but when it's done, I'm gonna sleep like a baby,” Diego replies with a smile.

“Sure you will..”

..

A knock at the door alerts us, Cha-Cha was doing whatever she does but I was sitting just trying to eat my donut. I turned to her as we grabbed our guns and headed for the door. I stand at the window and she stands behind the door

With our guns drawn we prepare for an ambush from the Hargreeves, I drop my gun down when I see who’s standing at the door from the window. “Motel clerk,” I told Cha-Cha.

She quickly opened the door and there he was, an old man with a note in his hand. Without saying anything he hands her the note and walks away. “It’s from Five.”

“How’d he even find us?” I questioned.

“Well, he was us. He knows all the protocols. He says he has the briefcase and wants to set up a meeting.” Her eyebrows raise at the note. “Come on, we’re late already.”

I start to pack up my belongings to leave but stop when I remember our stalkers. “What about our friends outside? The last thing we need is a tail. Remember Manila, 1902?”

She stops for a second. “Let’s just go with the ice bucket.” The ice bucket was a plan we’ve used for ages against situations just like this. It starts with me leaving the motel with the ice bucket and Cha-Cha leaving out the window after putting on the tv to make it seem like we're there.

And that's exactly what we did.

..

We watched as Hazel left the motel with an ice bucket instead of his gun and instead of with his partner. “I don’t get it..” I told the group.

“Yeah me neither.” Klaus agreed.

“Stay in the car,” Diego told us.

Klaus and I break into spatters of what and why. “What are you talkin’ about? This guy tortured me.” Klaus said. “There’s no way I'm letting you go by yourself, Diego,” I add on.

He just gives us a look. “I have a plan.” And leaves.

This is a perfect time to ask Klaus about what I wanted to do before. “Hey, Klaus..” I start. He looks up at me. “Remember when Diego said that when you lose somebody you can see them whenever you want? I can't believe i never thought about it this way and I know he’s something we don’t talk about much. But do you see Ben?” I finished my anxious rambling.

Klaus just gives me the most wide eye stare ever.

“Is everything okay?" I asked

One minute he’s looking at the spot next to him the next minute he’s leaping out of the car and running away from me toward Diego.

“Klaus??” I yell out to his darting figure. What the hell was that?

..

That was the most uncomfortable moment I’ve ever had in a car, and I’ve been in a cop car several times. Ignoring the voice of Ben yelling at me I book it to Diego to go help him.

I see him on the top of the staircase getting ready to jump out. “So, what exactly is the plan here, big guy? Oh, I’m sorry that I ruined your moment.”

“I told you to wait in the car.”

“Yeah, but you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.” He slowly turns to me. “We were eight.” Diego tries to justify. I just shrugged at him. “Plus the car was getting a little stuffy.”

“You know I don’t understand you. I thought you liked being around Y/n.” Not what she’s asking questions about my dead brother..

I pretend I can't hear him and instead, I jump out to see if there’s anyone there like Diego was doing before I came over. But instead of seeing my captors, he grabs hold of me and brings me down the stairs.

“What? Oh, come on.” I whined.

“For once in your life, I need you to listen to me, okay? Now go back to the car. If I don’t come back in two minutes, that means I’m probably dead. That happens, go grab Y/n. She’ll know what to do. Okay?”

I huff at him but he’s dead serious. “Yeah, okay, okay, okay.” He runs back upstairs leaving me free to follow him again. But then he stops and raises his arm for me to leave. “Okay. I'm going "I yell.

I decided to wait at the bottom of the stairs, knowing the conversation headed for me inside the car would be pretty heated, but the conversation came towards me when Y/n ran over. But she doesn’t say a word to me, instead, she runs up the stairs when she hears Diego burst through the doors of their motel room.

The only thing I see is her hair moving in the wind behind her as I run after her. There was Diego right in front of their door, but also the sound of a revving car coming toward us.

..

The first gun shot comes from Cha-Cha, who had her mask back on. I realized what they were doing when I heard they’re bodies getting closer and closer. With Klaus protected, from him being behind me, I grab onto Diego and pull him down to the ground. I thought I had saved him because he missed the shot that had come right towards us. But the reality was the bullet still hit Diego and he cried out in pain. I’d have to deal with that soon before it starts to really affect him.

Soon their car had passed us, and it was finally over. Klaus was the first to speak. He was raving about how if he went back to the car, I wouldn’t have come out and Diego would’ve been hurt more. “Oh man, see? You used to think I was an idiot.” He cheered.

Diego and I tried to catch our breath from the crazy thing that just happened while we looked at Klaus. “Well, I still think you’re an idiot. Come on, they're getting away.” Diego says.

“But you have a bullet in you Diego” I try to stop him.

“No time, deal with it later.” He shouts and speeds off towards the car. Klaus gives me a small smile. “You’re welcome!” He tells me.

I narrow my eyes at the gleeful male. “Don’t think we're done talking about this, Klaus Hargreeves.” He gives me a fearful look and runs after Diego.

Once we return to the car we’re yelled at to get in, but he doesn’t look down and realize that our tires have been shot out, and when he does, he starts to freak out.

“Was this all a part of your master plan?” Klaus asked.

“Shut up.”

I look around for alternative ways to get Hazel and Cha-Cha and my eyes reach the ice cream truck right next to us.

..

By the grace of God, I'm able to track down Hazel and Cha-Cha just by listening out for them, something I never thought I was able to do in a sea of people everywhere.

We are led out of the city and towards the countryside following these people. The only thing I hear is the sound of Klaus and Diego wondering where we’re going every five seconds. And being squished in the front of an ice cream truck didn’t help it either.

Once we could make out the car in the distance Klaus insisted that we turn on the ice cream truck siren, something about looking more inconspicuous I don’t know I wasn’t listening.

Their plan was simply to run into them with the ice cream truck. What we didn’t expect was Five and Luther, there they were standing in front of another car looking at us like we were crazy.

I immediately thought that this was a bad idea but with Klaus's crazy driving, it had already been too late. All I hope is that I would come back if I died doing this, just to haunt Klaus’s ass.

He waved at Five and Luther before picking up speed. “Go faster!” Diego shouted. Why am I here with these morons? Is what I thought to myself.

Hazel and Cha-Cha looked confused for a minute before pointing their guns at us and shooting. That’s when I remember why I’m here, to save these two from dying. But the truck was surprisingly sturdy, and as we ran into them, only the glass was busted.

I looked back at the others, and I saw Luther concealing Five’s body with his own, the same thing I would’ve done in that situation.

But I wasn’t in the ice cream truck anymore. I hadn’t looked at Luther and Five. None of that happened because now all I remember seeing is a familiar blue light and landing in hard grass. Along with Five and a strangely dressed woman.

They both looked fine, but I was very dazed. “Where am I?”

“Welcome to the commission Y/n L/n, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

…

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The Vampire Diaries: The Dark Reunion - A book review

L. J. Smith

I have finally finished the first four books in the book series! This one was great. It started off really creepy, but it kinda turned into your average supernatural teen novel, which I don’t necessarily mind. What I do mind is the sheer amount of typos? Was this book not edited? I started writing down typos, but gave up quickly because there were so many of them. Some of the typos that occurred multiple times were ri ght, tobe, chouse, of instead of if as in Of anyone, he should be able to do it and mm instead of him. Mm instead of him happened twice on the same page. But my personal favorite is Damon saying Are you frightened me. Instead of are you frightened/afraid of me.

But the story was fun, a lot less romance, probably because Elena is a little bit dead.

So, the plot. It’s been six months since Elena’s death and it’s Meredith’s 18th birthday. Caroline is planning a party, a surprise party. Because Meredith really looks like the type of person who loves surprises. Bonnie’s not really sure that’s a great idea, but Caroline convinces her. Bonnie says they should invite Vicki.

Bonnie goes home and dreams about Elena. They’re sitting down in a park having a picnic. Elena gives her a crust less cucumber and mayo sandwich and I just need to add that that sounds absolutely disgusting, this should’ve been the first sign that something is off. Elena goes on about how important hair is, and then adds blood is important too. Then everything starts changing. Elena’s sandwich turns into dirt, Bonnie’s into a dead mouse. Elena starts rotting and twisting in abnormal ways. Then Elena starts screaming, saying He’s twisting things, changing them. I’m not as strong as he is… Bonnie, understandably, starts freaking out. Just as she’s about to wake up, Elena tells her she needs to perform a spell with the two ingredients she’s told her. Bonnie then wakes up.

Bonnie somehow tricks Meredith into coming to Caroline’s house and the girls are all like Surprise!! And Meredith just wants to die. Caroline, Bonnie, Meredith, Sue and Vicki end up talking about Elena and death. Vicki then says how they never know how much time they have left and that any of them could die tonight. Totally not foreshadowing. They decide to try and contact Elena. Caroline tells Vicki to get the Ouija board out of the closet.

Vicki leaves and a few moments later they hear screaming from the hallway. They run out to check what’s going on and Vicki says something tried to grab her from inside the closet, they just chalked it up to nerves. Idiots. They then successfully manage to speak to Elena, who tells them they’re all in danger. Everyone in Fell’s Church. She tells them to run away, because He is in the house. Then something sent the Ouija board flying across the room and the lights went out.

I’m still pretty sure the He is Klaus. I mean no other vampire is strong enough to pull the shit this mysterious He has been pulling throughout the book.

Caroline leads them downstairs to the living room. Bonnie finds it unnerving how chill Caroline is, but assumes it’s because Caroline has no imagination. She says we’re scared of the darkness because of all the creepy shit we imagine in it, but Caroline simply doesn’t imagine anything and therefore has nothing to be afraid of. I thought this was suspicious at first, but it turned out to be a red herring.

The atmosphere was actually tense and creepy, but then the author absolutely destroyed it by hitting us with a Tinkle, tinkle. Maybe I’m just immature but it made me giggle, completely ruining the mood. I just imagined Klaus tinkling in the corner of the living room.

Caroline stopped holding Bonnie’s hand to go find the door, but never returned to get them. Sue and Vicki also disappeared a bit before that. Now, it was just Bonnie and Meredith. A big, sweaty, meaty hand grabbed Bonnie’s and she screamed, holding tightly onto Mer.

They somehow managed to find the stairs and went upstairs to find the other two girls. The upstairs looked as if it was struck by a meteor. Vicki was erratic, screaming that He did this and that she’s next. As Meredith and Bonnie got closer to the now destroyed balcony they noticed a body on the lawn below them. Sue’s body.

One thing I really wanna know is why them? Why Sue and Vicki in particular. Poor Vicki just keeps getting attacked by vampires. But, wouldn’t Meredith and Bonnie be more interesting to Klaus? Elena killed Katherine and as far as I understand, Klaus liked Katherine. But Elena’s dead, so there’s not much he can do about that. (He is technically tormenting her in the spirit realm, but he’s not doing much) Stefan and Damon would be the obvious next choice, they helped Elena, then we have Mer and Bonnie. Oh, Matt, too.

Bonnie and Meredith were technically friends with Sue and Vicki, but they weren’t really close. Sue was Caroline’s friend and Vicki was there because they felt bad for her, and Bonnie didn’t want Meredith to think that Caroline is using Sue as Elena’s replacement. I think they were nothing more than collateral damage.

The cops come, and we find out that Caroline was just in the front yard, too scared to come in and get them. Nothing happened to her. They question the girls and I’m pretty sure Vicki gets sent to a psychiatrist. Obviously, Vicki isn’t doing too well. This poor girl just can’t catch a break.

The cops came to the conclusion that there was no foul play. The lights just went out and the girls panicked, leading to one of them accidentally falling to her death. And Vicki is well, Vicki. She has a history of erratic behavior and horrible mental health. To put it simply, cops think she’s just crazy and paranoid.

The next day they just go back to school as if nothing happened. Well, Bonnie and Meredith do, Vicki isn’t doing well and is at this point either at home or talking to a professional. If my kid witnessed a death, accidental or violent, I don’t think I’d send them back to school the morning after? I feel like this warrants at least one day off. But whatever.

Bonnie runs into Tyler who’s definitely not being suspicious or anything. He mocks them for being scared and says Sue wouldn’t have died if they weren’t screaming in the living room the entire time. But they have never told anyone they were in the living room, maybe the cops, but it was never released to the general public. That’s when Bonnie realizes something, Tyler’s hand feels the same as the hand that grabbed her that night.

They decide to perform a spell to get in contact with Stefan and ask for his help. The spell Elena was talking about, and the two ingredients they need is Stefan’s hair and his blood. So obviously, they send Matt to gather the ingredients. Matt is once again, doing their dirty work. When am I getting my own Matt, universe?

I kinda thought the blood was gonna be a bit of an issue. Stefan has light hair, Damon has black hair, so it should be fairly easy to make sure you’re only taking Stefan’s hair. But blood? How are you meant to figure out whose blood is smeared on the walls? However, this isn’t an issue for Matt, apparently he’s a blood connoisseur and easily finds Stefan’s blood.

Bonnie successfully contacts Stefan, who went back to Italy. With Damon. Stefan immediately packs his stuff and heads back to Fell’s Church, surprisingly Damon comes with him. At first he says it was because Matt fucked up and took some of his hair as well. But later we find out that wasn’t the case, Damon wanted to come along and help, but was too embarrassed to admit it. lol.

They arrive quickly and the five of them immediately head to Stefan’s old house. The place Mrs. Flowers owns. She is still a little weird. Somehow she knew they were hiding in the boarding house and she brought them grape juice and cookies. I think she’s at least aware of the supernatural, but she doesn’t seem evil. I think she may be one of my favorite characters, she seems really sweet.

Vicki’s condition has been getting worse and worse with every day. She looks horrible, she’s losing weight and is having nightmares every single night. She doesn’t even leave her room, let alone her house. Can’t blame her, I don’t think I’d be doing too well either if I were her.

Stefan wanted to check Sue’s body to see if his theory that the perpetrator is a vampire checks out. However, when they arrived they realized that the marks on her body don’t match those a vampire would leave. No bite marks, but there’s a cut on her chest. It looks like a cut a vampire would make on themselves to let a human drink their blood. But as far as they know, Sue wasn’t a vampire.

Slightly off topic, but I’m checking my notes to make sure I don’t forget anything because it’s been a month since I’ve finished this book and one of the notes just says: Damon is so insecure. I have absolutely no idea what I was talking about, nor why it follows a note that just says Are Matt and Bonnie gonna kiss? I love when I write down a super short, vague note and completely forget what I was talking about. 😁👍

Again slightly off topic, but why don’t Damon and Stefan speak to one another in Italian? They were born in Italy, spent their whole human lives in Italy, probably most of their vampire lives as well. Bonnie says they both spoke English with an accent when they first arrived, so why on Earth would they speak English when it’s just the two of them. Obviously, a whole dialogue in Italian wouldn’t make sense if the whole book is in English, but you could at least mention the conversation is in Italian, but write it in English. It just doesn’t make sense? I suppose you could argue that we’re just supposed to assume they’re talking in Italian, like that’s a given she doesn’t even need to mention it. Although I highly doubt that’s the case.

Oh right, the plot. My bad. Anyway, Stefan has an idea. He doesn’t want to tell anyone what the idea is because innocent people might get hurt if he’s wrong. I don’t see how that would happen if the only people who know are Bonnie, Meredith and Matt. It’s not like they’re known for their bravery and willingness to physically attack without thinking first, but okay.

Stefan says he needs to learn more about the history of Fell’s Church and needs the records to do so, so he goes to the library to read Honoria Fell’s diary. Now, I suppose that a diary from someone who lived in the historical period you’re researching is wonderful and gives you a perspective on how some people thought and what they believed in back then, but it’s still a diary. It’s historically accurate, obviously, but it’s still likely to be at least a bit subjective. Nevertheless, he finds the information he needs.

We don’t really find out much about the history of the town or Stefan’s theory. However, I think that the founding families of Fell’s Church performed some sort of ritual and sacrificed someone in order to found the town. Founding families were the Fells, the Forbes, the Smallwoods and the Gilberts. I think that they might be trying to do this again. But since the Gilberts and the Fells are all dead now, it’s just the Smallwoods and the Forbes. I think that the ritual has something to do with Klaus. So Tyler and Caroline are acting weird because they’re planning something.

Spoiler alert: I was right, kinda, but also wrong.

Matt has a bit of an existential crisis. He gets super cynical and is all like bleghh who cares nothing matters we could never fix the world bleh bleh bleh. But Stefan gives him a I’m-14-and-this-is-deep speech about how it’s important to try no matter what, and how it’s better to die knowing you did all you could then to live with the regret of never even trying to help. Immediately Matt’s whole worldview shifts and he’s like Yeah! Let’s fight! If teenage boys are this easily influenced no wonder men like Andrew Tate are so successful, Jesus Christ.

While Stefan and Matt were in the library looking for Honoria Fell’s journal, Bonnie and Mer were watching Vicki. Then Mer fell asleep and Bonnie felt like she’s about to fall asleep too so she decided to get out of the house to get some fresh air, walk over and check on Vicki. But she doesn’t have a key to get back in. Uh oh. I thought Klaus was gonna show up and Bonnie wouldn’t be able to get back into the house, but nope. Another red herring.

However, someone does show up. Damon. This is when we get the lovely Are you frightened me? Quote from Damon. Thank you editor, for all the wonderful typos in this book. I wonder if this book wasn’t edited or if there were so many mistakes in the original manuscript that they just couldn’t fix all of them. Anyway, Damon leans in and kisses Bonnie. Stefan and Matt show up and get all paternalistic with Bonnie. It’s unclear if she kissed him or if she was compelled. I believe she kissed him, but she let Stefan and Matt believe Damon compelled her.

The Scooby Gang concocted a plan to capture and kill the killer. After graduation, in September. We still don’t know what the plan is. Also it’s June now. Doesn’t matter though, the next chapter begins with their graduation ceremony.

Bonnie and Meredith start fake arguing. Meredith is “mad” at Bonnie for celebrating when Elena is dead and will never have the chance to graduate. She calls Bonnie a whore for dating Matt, Elena’s ex. Bonnie slaps her in response. Meredith adds, very loudly, that she’ll go to the cemetery at night to put flowers on Elena’s grave. I think she’s trying to see if someone is gonna take the bait and follow her there. But who? I mean, it has to be Tyler, right?

Bonnie walks over to Matt and confirms my theory that this was orchestrated to bait someone. She says, And don’t you think you should put your arm around me? Just to show you’re on my side and there’s no chance you’re going to show up at Elena’s grave tonight with Meredith.

For a moment I actually thought Bonnie and Matt got together, to be fair they did have chemistry. Unfortunately Matt is forever loyal to Elena, I’d be surprised if he manages to get a girlfriend any time soon.

To no one’s surprise, the person who took the bait and followed Meredith to the graveyard was Tyler. Wow, who would’ve guessed. At first Tyler and Meredith only talked. They talked about Elena and how she’s the light in the darkness. Then he said there’s always more in the darkness. To which Mer replied with Sooner or later the sun will come up. But Tyler then said But the moon comes up first. Am I overthinking it or is this another hint at him being a werewolf?

He asked her if she sees a huge white orb that’s in front of his family tomb. Then added once the moon is up you’ll see better. As if the white orb, that’s totally not supposed to represent a moon, wasn’t enough. Tyler then tells her he knows about vampires, but he isn’t one. I think that was their theory? That Tyler was a vampire and that he was the one who killed Sue? He did. He was there that night with Klaus. In order for his werewolf curse to manifest he needed to kill someone and taste his blood. Which explains the cut on her chest.

The moon comes out and Tyler transforms into a werewolf. Okay but I remember pointing out they (Bonnie and Mer) often joke about Tyler’s teeth and animalistic behavior and wondered if it’s a hint. They brought it up again now!! Saying how they used to joke about it. I suppose it’s not really funny now.

Also nevermind, apparently he didn’t kill her. How the fuck is he transforming now then? This makes no sense. I think that the author wanted this to be a mystery, but instead of crafting a well planned mystery she just decided to confuse the readers instead. The vampire apparently wanted to kill Bonnie and Meredith, but he’s instead targeting the other two girls.

Finally, the rest of the group emerges from the shadows and beats the shit out of Tyler. They tie him up and take him to the crypt to question him. He doesn’t want to talk because he’s scared of Klaus. But then Stefan threatens to sever his limbs and he starts talking. We find out that the only thing that can hurt Him is ash wood. From now on I’ll just call him Klaus because this was basically a confirmation that this is indeed him. I may sound like a hypocrite because I don’t like Damon since he’s a killer who has no remorse, but hehe I’m so excited Klaus is my favorite.

Apparently while they were with Tyler, Klaus went after Vicki. Which again, makes no sense, even Tyler said Klaus didn’t care about Sue and Vicki, he just wanted Bonnie and Mer. So why even bother going after the other two girls? Why did he forget Caroline? None of this makes any sense. The only explanation I can think of is him wanting to get rid of eye witnesses, but then again, why would he care about that, he’s like millennia old.

Also, at this point we’re only 58% through the book.

They rush to get to Vicki’s house, leaving Tyler in the crypt. Unfortunately when they get there Vicki’s already dead. Her blood coating the floor and the walls of her bedroom. Vicki was such an unnecessary character, the only purpose she served was to be tortured by vampires, poor girl.

Apparently Damon was supposed to watch over her and Stefan starts yelling at him, calling him selfish. Stefan thought that Damon couldn’t be arsed to save Vicki. Damon for whatever reason refused to explain what happened, and just went Fuck you >:( I’ll just leave since you hate me so much!!! And ran away. God I really hate the miscommunication trope. Literally all Damon had to do was say that Klaus was the killer and that would’ve solved the issue. Stefan would’ve known that there was no way Damon alone could’ve saved Vicki from him. But nooo, he just has to be dramatic. Man you’re a grown ass vampire, not a teenager.

Meredith and Matt went back home, but Bonnie stayed with Stefan to talk to him about something. I thought she was gonna talk to him about channeling Elena and all the visions/dreams she’s had about her. Which technically wasn’t wrong, they talked about that too, but Bonnie wanted to offer Stefan her blood. He, of course, refused. Because why would you want to be strong while facing the most powerful vampire on earth. Yeah, I think a few bunnies and a dove will suffice.

Stefan told Bonnie that she can reach out to him while she’s channeling Bonnie and drag him into the dream, so he can speak to Elena. Elena officially confirms that the vampire is Klaus, which we already knew, and tells them to find Klaus’ victim (one that survived, obviously) and speak to them. To which Stefan said he’s going to “Europe” to look for someone who was attacked by Klaus. Not like one person in particular, but just aimlessly wander Europe until he finds someone. My brother in Christ, you are European, you know how big Europe is. I know you’re a vampire, but I think the person would die of old age before you manage to find them.

Bonnie realized that Klaus doesn’t have an accent and knows about music from the 50s which must mean he’s been in the US for quite some time. Because you couldn’t possibly learn to speak a language without an accent in less than 50 years, or listen to 50s music in 90s. That would be impossible. She then theorizes that Klaus must’ve been the vampire who attacked Meredith’s grandpa.

Also, I could’ve sworn Meredith said her grandpa died and was buried, so how is he now in a mental institution? Anyway, they visit her grandpa and he’s in a catatonic state, but calm, until Stefan tries to speak to him, then he starts screaming Vampire and White ash wood. The nurse asks them to leave.

Stefan receives a package from Klaus. There’s a note attached to it. Klaus has Caroline and wants Stefan to come and talk to him. Alone, if Stefan brings back up Caroline will be killed. Stefan is once again trying to put all the blame on himself. The rest of the group wants to help, if not by coming with him at least by giving him blood. He refuses and says he’ll kill them if they even try to come help him. I don’t know if this was meant to show how brave and honorable Stefan is, but all it does is make him look like an annoying asshole. He speaks so much about a cause being greater than him as a single individual, but when it comes to it he refuses to compromise his “morals” for the greater good. Not even sure it counts because Stefan refuses to drink without consent and I’m pretty sure they consent. But, whatever.

Of course, they won’t actually let him face Klaus by himself, especially since he’s so weak, (weaker than usual btw) so they follow him. Stefan thankfully remembered to bring the white ash wood stake with him, so at least he came prepared. I think this is supposed to be like the big boss battle of the book, but we have about 20% left in the book.

The rest of them are hiding in the bushes, and I would really love to know how Klaus can’t hear them. He’s a vampire, an extremely strong one, and he can’t hear their heartbeats? How is that even possible? Anyway, Matt is strategizing to which Bonnie thinks: No wonder he’s a quarterback. I would’ve just rushed in, yelling. This isn’t important for the plot. I just thought it was really relatable and had to share it.

Tyler attacks Stefan from above, but Bonnie warns him right on time. A fight ensues, Bonnie beats the shit out of Tyler, but not before he could seriously hurt Meredith. Bonnie left Matt to take care of Meredith and went over to help Stefan, but froze in the middle of the field. I have no idea what she was trying to do honestly, she’s not even good at magic like Bonnie in the TV show.

I think that because throughout the book Bonnie kept insisting she isn’t useless, dumb or a coward this was supposed to be her big moment, where she proves them all wrong.

Thankfully, Damon showed up and attacked Klaus. Stefan was on the ground, Damon got quickly beaten up by Klaus, Meredith and Matt are humans and in no condition to help, it’s just Klaus and Bonnie now. I thought she was gonna summon her ancestors to help her beat Klaus, but instead she summoned Elena and the spirits of soldiers. The spirits dragged Klaus away while Elena healed everyone.

Elena then said her goodbyes because she now has to move on. As in permanently. I was at this point wondering how they’re gonna bring her back, because there is no way there are 9 more books without Elena. But instead Elena became a white light, then was resurrected. And the book ends there.

Honestly, it would’ve been better if Bonnie had performed some ritual instead. Necromancy would’ve made more sense. Instead Elena just came back to life. Does this mean her corpse is now missing? Is this another body? How exactly does this work? Feels like L. J. Smith wrote herself into a corner and had no idea how to resolve this so she decided a random miracle was the best solution.

I think this one was my least favorite one so far. It was entertaining, sure, but so much of it just didn’t make sense, there were so many mistakes and it just felt rushed? I still enjoyed it, but I think I’ll need to take a little break from this series before I can continue.

Rating: ⛤⛤⛤

[insanislupus-moved]

"I murdered him," she said simply. As if it were casual talk and, to her, it was. "Found out some things, and well, killing him was really the best option for me. It's what activated the curse, actually. Old Sebastian always wanted to pop my cherry and got his wish. Instead of my first fuck he was my first kill." Lips twist, finding amusement in her own twisted companion. "That happened a few years back." Even she can see the way the doppelganger is drawn in by the curiosity, and Jackie is all too willing to divulge her. "I did. That's how I met your most favorite person in the world. Kitty Kat Katherine. She's a hoot." Jackie remarks, half considering showing her photos she took when Katherine was compelled to stay inside the house by klaus.

When Elena speaks about New York, she parts her lips to remark about the schools there. Sure that she'd like them. Until mention of Klaus again. She goes silent, then takes a long drink from her shake. Once finished, she stands, walking over to the booth to sit beside her. Fingertips lightly move up Elenas shoulder, then neck before gently taking her chin. "Hate ta break it to ya, but he is immortal and can't bite tha dust." Gentle smile, if anything, the way she smiles is too calm and sweet. Hand that holds her chin moves to pet her hair. "But let's say you found a way for him not to be around...well, then. I'd destroy your life. Kill everyone. Your friends, their family. Jermey. Then I'd force you to turn. To forever live knowing everyone, and I mean everyone died. Crying and screaming, painfully. That it was your fault. So, klaus will be around. Are we clear? You and your puppy dogs mind yer own business. There's no reason to get worked up. Remember my ex the one I killed? I did that because his family killed mine. He was ready to run away with me. He was innocent. Funny thing is, I'm more loyal to klaus than I ever was to my family. " a giggle. "Just imagine what I'd do if something happened to him? Because i am very loyal him. And to be frank, i dont like people messing with my stuff. He is mine. I wont have you or yer friends taking that." She gives Elena a light pat to the cheek before standing and taking a fry to go as she walks away.

[secretleeblogging]

KINDA TUA2 SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT DONT READ

Okay I literally can’t stop thinking about this and I deadass might write a fic if someone else doesn’t before me but-

When Ben possesses Klaus it’s Klaus’ body but Ben controlling right? Like in those cut scenes were the camera is spinning and the body transitions from Ben to klaus shows how it’s ben in his mind but klaus on the outer. And it’s definitely not a secret that Klaus is major ticklish right? And Ben hasn’t been tworded in years... so just- klaus getting tworded while Ben is possessing him? And Ben is like ‘hoLY shit he wasn’t being dramatic when we were kids screaming his head off when he was tworded’ and he can’t stop laughing but he can sort of understand why Klaus enjoys it and he missed that sort of affection and 🥺

[mekochansblog]

Fuck school

 Five hargreeves x reader

- pt.2 of school?

- warnings: Small fighting, bit of sub five, slight cussing

Five sighed, seeing his wife heading to her class while all he did was stare at her retreating figure. He clicked his tongue and knew not having her around might make it hard for him not to stab a kid in the eye. So he opened the door for his class and looked around. He saw that he was interrupting a class since everyone was staring at him. The teacher stared at him and then looked at the course.

"You must be the new student..." The teacher trailed off, not knowing his name since he was just new.

"Five, Five Hargreeves." Five said while giving a sarcastic smile. The teacher looked at Five with a small smile and nodded his head. He pointed at a seat in front of a girl with blonde hair and blowing bubblegum. Five mentally rolled his eyes, so this was the clique Klaus was talking about in the morning. The teacher started teaching about Trigonometry. While Five saw what the teacher was writing, he scoffed. He learned this when he was ten years old. How hard is it to learn simple math? If Y/N were here, she would have told him to suck it up. Instead, he chuckled lowly and just stared at the board boredly.

The ponytailed girl in front of him turned around and looked him up and down. She giggled, sounding like a hyena, and tried to grab his hand. He quickly snatched his hand from her ugly fingers.

"Please refrain from touching me; my wi-girlfriend wouldn't like it." So she stopped trying to touch his hand but still was facing him.

  "My friends and I would like it if you sat with us during lunchtime; you're cute, and I want you next to me." She said more like demanded. The ball rang, and Five got up and grabbed the notebook you gave him for notes. (Which he might not even use since he knows everything) The girl who hadn't asked or cared for her name still followed him; this time, she could hug his arm right when you were turning the corner. You looked at Five, then at the girl holding his hand. You walked up to him and looked him in the eye. Five looked you in the eye, and you saw the annoyance and disgust in his eyes for the clinging bitch.

You smile at your husband and then at the girl; you see that about three girls are behind the blonde bitch holding your husband in a tight grip. Although you knew Five could have easily pried her off from him, you also knew why he let her cling to him. He knew you were a beast in fighting, and although he won't admit it out loud back at the commission, you will always be at the top of the board. He was always stars truck when you would show up at your small apartment with a tiny bit of blood, a smile, and takeout food for both.

  The girl looked at you up and down and at Five, who was busy smiling at you. The girl felt rage, let go of Five, and raised her hand, ready to slap you when you grabbed her hand. You looked at her with a menacing smile and giggle. The giggle Five knew meant murder. So he took a step back and let you handle it. The people around you guys started making a circle and stayed quiet. The blonde bitch looked at you in shock and got furious. So She started screaming like a lunatic and tried to slap you with her other hand, but you kicked her in the stomach, and she stumbled backward until she fell on her ass. You strolled up to her and leaned down.

"Touch my boyfriend again, and the next time I won't go as lightly as I did." So you looked down at her like the cockroach she was and grabbed Five's hand, and started walking away; everyone made room for you, scared you would do the same as how you did to the blonde bitch. You walked outside where the picnic tables were and stood while Five sat down. You were boiling with rage just thinking of that blonde bitch touching what was yours. Five was staring at you, pacing in front of him, and he chuckled.

  You looked at your husband, grabbed him from his jawline, and made him look at you, "Only I can touch you; you are mine and mine alone, Five Hargreeves." Five tried to avoid your gaze possessively on him. You saw that his cheeks and ears started to turn a burning red. "Do you understand me, miele?" You asked him again.

Five gulped and tried to look down; he groaned, hid his face with his hands, and mumbled something you didn't understand.

"Speak up, miele."

He sighed, "You gave me a boner."

You looked down and saw his noticeable boner and smirked. "Nothing I can't fix if we head home."

  He looked at you, and his eyes widened; he stood up and dragged you home.

Fuck school; he can give you lessons on something better at home.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Can't Look Away

(Gif not mine. Belongs to respectful owner)

Part 2

Princess more than a Nickname

@the-big-bad-klaus @alanaangie24

"Come on Y/n. You'll have fun tonight I promise." My best friend and handmaiden Brooke encouraged as she dragged me through my family castle towards the large ball we are having. I hold my light red dress in one hand so I don't trip down the stairs. While she holds my other arm allowing me to be drug. My parents decided to have a ball in the hopes to find me a husband since I am their only child and I can't wear a crown since I'm a female. Even though if I marry I'll get to run my husband's house hold.

Brooke pushed open one of the doors for me to see a massive room filled with people wearing tunics and gowns. She finally released my arm so I can fix the golden crown on my head. My hair is brown with some blonde highlights. It has some small braids scattered about with the rest of it completely loose. I move through the crowds of people hoping to not trip on my feet. But someone reached for a drink hitting me with their elbow making me scream about to hit the ground until someone gently grabbed my forearm.

"Easy there, love. I'd hate for someone as beautiful as you to get bruised." I blinked my eyes registering the British voice of a male. He has long blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes. He helps steady me back on my feet seeing I am eyeing him up and down. I started to say something but soft music starts playing and everyone finds a partner. The mysterious stranger offers me his right hand with a slight smirk. "Can I have this dance?"

I intertwine my hand in his right with my other resting on his shoulder. I'm shorter than him where he has to look down at me with those blue eyes. His other hand rested on my waist and I feel my cheeks turning red a little at how close we are. I may be a princess but I'm not very good at dancing so I usually end up watching Brooke dancing with a gaggle of guys. My eyes drifted up to his as I feel my heart beating faster. I've never been attracted to any of the eligible men in the neighboring kingdoms. But I have to admit I wouldn't mind spending more time with this mysterious man.

"May I ask who I am dancing with tonight, M'Lady?" His voice gets a little deeper when we locked eyes on each other. I bite my lip trying to conceal a giggle that escaped my lips. Never in my eighteenth years have I come across someone who didn't know who I am. Who doesn't know my status. Normally when someone learns who I am they act all nervous or uptight trying to be the perfect prince Charming. But this is a rare occasion I shall chairises with my whole heart. The stranger tilts his head questioning with a small smile. "I'll go first. My name is Klaus, Klaus Mikaelson."

I nod my head staring into his eyes like he's hiding something behind them so I asked not especting to get an answer. "What's your full name, Klaus?" He bites his lip that smirk forming its way back. He twirls me out and back into his chest replying. "Niklaus, it's the name my father gave me...what's say you?"

"My name is Y/n M/n L/n, Princess of (kingdoms name)." Klaus knits his eyebrows together never dropping his confident smirk on his face. Everyone else around us twirls their dance partner into the arms of another. But we stay in the arms of one another. Something is drawing us to remain right by the others side. "So I've gotten swept up by royalty hmm." He spins me out causing my dress to fly in the air a bit when I spun back into his chest.

I squeeze his hand in mine creating a smirk of my own on my face feeling the nerves of this night going away. There's something about him that's making me feel calmer than I've been with any possible suitor. "Well since Niklaus is long I think you should get a nickname. Instead of Klaus, I pick Nik." You didn't know that when he heard you say that it warmed his heart. The only person who calls that is his sister Rebekah but now it has a more special meaning behind it.

The music finally starts to die down for a small break but I don't dare remove myself from his comfortable hold. Neither does he. Klaus couldn't explain it but he saw you from across the room and rushed to save you without a thought. Now he couldn't take his eyes off of you. "Well M'lady, you deserve one too. I think...princess Y/n still has a nice ring to it." I smiled truly enjoying how my name sounds coming from his accent. He squeezes my hands in his stepping away with a bow and I curtsye seeing Brooke coming towards me.

“Oh my gosh. He's gorgeous!" She squealed leaning on my arm as I watched him leave to go talk with a man who was watching us dance from the corner of the room. "Please tell me you know his name." She begged turning me to face her with a child like grin. "Calm down Brooke. Yes I know his name." She tilts her head to the side with an annoyed look on her face at having to wait for me to say more. "Well, I'm not getting any younger here!" I shake my head at her lightly chuckling with a pure grin on my lips. "His name is Klaus. But I call him, Nik."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[iheardarumorthings]

Another tua prompt for ya, everyone but five gets kidnapped. And when he comes looking for them, he busts down the door to the kidnappers place, beats him up, and tells his siblings that they are a pain to deal with, but he wouldn't stop at anything to find them. <3

hi!! i kinda put a little spin on this, i hope you still love it, though!! <33

warnings: panicking five, murderous five, murders, handler bashing

GONE

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

The house was empty. The big, old, ugly house that some of his worst memories occurred in. It was empty, and so was he.

He felt empty.

They were gone. The blood on the carpet told him the worst. They were dead. Gone. All he had worked for, all he had done for them- to save them- was gone. Forever.

Poof.

A note fell from the ceiling while he choked back tears and screams and sobs. He pinched it tight between his fingers, hand shaking violently.

The curly, dramatic, old-fashioned penmanship was what keyed him in. Instead of the emptiness, the grief that he had felt before, he began to feel white hot anger.

They were alive.

But they were gone.

~*~

He didn’t even see what he was doing. He didn’t feel anything. They deserved it. They deserved every inch of what was coming to them.

She deserved every inch of what was coming for her. The coward wasn’t even there. She was probably watching from afar, giggling, looking at his work. She was proud of what she created- the monster she created.

And then he reached the end, every swing of the ax had actually brought him somewhere. Somewhere that felt good, like home.

His siblings’ faces. The rise and fall of their chests. Their jaws hanging wide open.

“You five,” he bit out, gritting his teeth, “are pains in my ass.”

But when he heard Klaus’s breathy laugh he knew that it was worth it.

[pretend-writer]

Teenagers: Part 2 (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader

Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, partying/clubbing, mention of sex

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'So where are these so-called friends that you have, Y/N?' Five asked impatiently, bothering me for the last five minutes.

'Shut up, they're coming. We just got here like two minutes ago.'

Allison smiled, 'Someone is eager to go in.'

Five glared at her, shaking his head. 'Ha, you're funny. I'm just tired of wai-'

'They're here!' I waved at my friends and ran to them, hugging them and greeting them. Getting the wristbands that they've promised me, I got back to my family and gave them one of each.

'How's Five going to get in?' Luther asked, but by the time we looked over at our not so younger brother, he was gone.

Assuming Five just zapped himself into the club, we lined up and got ourselves into the building.

Smiles formed on everyone's face, making me smile even more. I was happy that everyone was excited, my siblings deserved happiness and more.

Klaus clapped, 'I'm starting to sober up and that's a big fat no. Drinks on me, who wants some?'

Ben and Klaus went to the back towards the bar, buying everyone rounds of drinks to bring back. While the rest of us stayed, still no sign of Five, I looked at them and smiled.

'What's with the goofy smile?' Diego asked, I rolled my eyes and hit him. 'What? You're really happy tonight.'

'Of course I am, dummy. I'm out with you guys, what's not to be smiling about?' I pulled on his arm, 'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.'

'Ha, I'm not dancing. Take others with you instead.'

'Luther is busy with those girls that's surrounding him, Allison and Vanya has been gone and you're the only one looking like a lost, sad puppy.'

'You don't think Luther needs our help?'

I looked over at him and laughed, 'He seems like he's enjoying the attention he's getting from them. He'll be alright. Now let's go.'

Diego rolled his eyes, 'I'll just watch.'

'Don't be a butt, come on.' I pulled on him again, this time he walked with me as he groaned.

We walked down to the dance floor, shoving ourselves through the sweaty crowd as we found Allison, Vanya and Five squeezed together.

'Exactly why is this fun?' Five said as he was sandwiched between two giant guys that were jumping up and down.

Allison turned around, dancing to the music the DJ was playing. 'Get drunk, dance your stress away. We're out the freaking house, Five.'

'Huh?' Five shouted, not being able to hear what Allison had said to him. She ignored him and continued to dance as she grabbed Vanya's hands.

I started to dance with my sisters, singing along and jumping up and down. Diego and Five just stood awkwardly, watching us drunk girls dancing.

'Excuse me, sorry. Ah, my fault.' Ben screamed from behind as he came with three drinks in his hand, followed by Klaus who was sipping from one of the cups.

Klaus handed us our drinks, 'Damn. It took us forever to look for you guys. I saw Luther's big ass but he's with those girls.'

'Our boy is busy.' I grinned as I pulled the straw into my mouth, sipping on my drink to get myself more drunk.

Five started groaning, I looked to see two girls talking to him and wondering how he ended up here. 'Aw, little kid are you lost? Poor thing.'

'No, I'm with them.' He replied angrily, arms crossed as he scooted himself towards Ben.

'Ah, you brought a boy to a club? What is wrong with you guys!' The girl said, given how bad it looked I never consider how it'll look from other perspective.

'Wait, no. It's- let me explain!' Ben stumbled with words, stuttering as he tried to reason with them. 'He- he's just a really really late bloomer. We're all actually in our 20s okay.'

'I'm just stuck in this body as an adult. Don't lie to them!' Five tried to defend himself, although it wouldn't really help with the confusing situation.

Klaus frowned and leaned towards the girls. 'Yeah, he's in denial. Very sensitive subject that we like to avoid.'

The girls nodded, awed as they were sympathize of our "situation" that we'd explained to them. 'So sorry, you guys have fun.'

'I hate you guys.' Five mumbled, snatching the cup from Allison's hand and drinking from it.

'Hey, I wasn't fini-'

'Y/N, this is the best night ever!' Luther came into the dance floor, cheerful as ever. 'Thank you for bringing me here because this is amazing.'

Diego chuckled, 'Of course. You were practically having a foursome with those girls over there.'

'You're just jealous.' Luther stuck his tongue out like a seven year old boy. Klaus, Ben and I laughed hysterically; it was even funnier because we were drunk, and Luther, our "daddy's boy" brother was enjoying sneaking out of the mansion.

'One of my friends are single, if you want me to set you-'

'Y/N, drop it.' Diego turned away, 'I need to take a leak. You guys better stay here.'

As Diego walked away with Five to the bathroom, we continued to dance and drink. Vanya was giggling, swaying back and forth as Ben and Allison had a dance-off seeing who can bring out the best moves. Klaus and I were downing the rest of our drinks, practically singing our face off as the DJ played such good music.

'Ah, we need more drin-' Klaus paused mid-sentence, looking back and forth between me and the stage. 'So you are whoring around, you whore.'

'Don't know what you're talking about.' I denied, not understand how Klaus came to this conclusion. 'I don't get it.'

He hit me on my side, 'Don't play dumb with me! I see you and that DJ eye humping each other.'

He wasn't making things up when he had said that; I did have my eyes on the DJ. 'We are not eye humping each other. He doesn't even know me.'

'Well, he knows you now because he's staring at you and I swear your clothes will burn off soon because he won't stop.' Ben chuckled, guessing that he noticed it as well.

'You're crazy.' I didn't think he noticed me at all, I mean he was the DJ. He was overlooking everyone on the dance floor, it'd be dumb to assume he had his eyes on me.

Allison joined in on the conversation, 'I noticed that too! I thought you guys fucked before or something.'

'No! What do you guys think I am?'

'A girl with needs.' Klaus smiled.

'Just because I sneak out does not mean I'm going around sleeping with random people.'

Vanya laughed, 'Okay well, you can with him. There he goes, looking at you. Don't look.'

'You guys lost your minds.'

'Says the girl that sneaks behind dad and her siblings.' Luther joked.

'Okay, Luther don't get me started with you and those girls.'

Luther grunted, 'Ugh. I-'

'Hey, big fella over there.' The DJ got on the mic as he pointed at Luther. 'Why don't you come on the stage, get the crowd going!'

'Go, go!' Ben and Klaus shoved Luther towards the stage, even with him being hesitant and shy. 'Go show what the Hargreeves are all about!'

'I-I can't!' Luther hesitated, planted on the floor even when all of us tried to encourage him to go up there.

The DJ smiled at Luther, then looked at me. 'Dude, bring your friends up here too. We're going to turn this dance floor around for a bit.'

'Come on, he's calling for you!' Allison cheered as she pulled me and Klaus' hand, running up the stage.

Luther, Ben and Vanya trailed from behind, standing next to us while we danced to the DJ's new song he was playing.

Pulling Luther towards me, I gave him the last few sips I had in my cup before I threw it away. 'Here, you are probably starting to sober up. You need more.'

'Ah, Y/N. What makes you think I'm not drunk right now?'

'Because I remember when you were the night-'

'Okay, okay. You and Klaus never let that night go.'

The DJ leaned in as he kept playing music, 'Hey. If you and your boyfriend want more drinks, it's on the house.'

'Ha, she's not my girlfriend.' Luther chuckled.

'Ah, I stand corrected.' The DJ then turned to me and smiled sweetly. 'Would you mind if I buy you a drink?'

I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or him, but I felt my cheeks getting warmer as the cute guy spoke to me. 'No, I wouldn't mind.'

The DJ bit his lip, taking his headphones off and walking downstairs. 'Alright, I'll be right back.'

Allison tapped on my sides repeatedly as he walked away. 'You lucky! He's so cute.'

'Maybe he has a brother. I call dibs though.' Klaus stared at him, eyeing him as he went up to the bar to get some drinks.

While Allison and Vanya continued to dance on the stage, Luther was once again being surrounded by a bunch of girls from the dance floor.

'Y/N is scoring some tonight and Luther is getting all these attention again.' Klaus shrugged his shoulders, looking around. 'What in the hell did Luther do to have these girls crawling around like crazy?'

'Wait, wait. Scoring some? I barely said a word to this dude.'

'Whatever, man. I need to go back down and look for someone now.'

Ben chuckled, patting Klaus on his shoulder. 'I got your back, bro. Come on I'll be your wingman.'

As soon as Klaus heard those words come out of Ben's mouth, they both left the stage so quick I couldn't even speak to them back. Trailing them down the dance floor, I see the DJ coming back on stage with drinks in his hands.

'Here you go, I didn't know which drinks you like so I hope you like this one.' He was sweet, it could've been an act to try to talk to me but I didn't mind for one night. 'I'm Luke by the way.'

'Y/N. And this is perfect, thank you.' I gave him a flirty smile but then was interrupted when I saw something in the corner of my eye.

I looked through the crowd and saw Diego and Five, glaring at me and my siblings that were on the stage. They seemed like how Reginald would react in this situation; catching his children sneaking out at night and hanging out at a club.

Except it wasn't dad, it was my weird brothers that couldn't grasp what fun was. Watching us as if they were disappointed fathers that just saw their crazy teenager kids discovering drinking and partying for the first time.

'Oops.' It came out of my mouth naturally as I stared at Diego and Five, followed by a giggle that I couldn't help. It was funny watching them being weirdly upset with us, especially when it felt like the club was spinning round and round.

'You guys are screwed.' Five mouthed back, shaking his head as he watched us from down the dance floor.

✤  ·  ✤  ·  ✤  ·  ✤  ·  ✤

My eyes shot open, not knowing where I was at for a moment until I realized I was in my room. I then see Diego sitting on my bed side chair, watching me as if he was guarding me.

'Rise and shine, zombie.' Diego chuckled, seeing how crazy I looked with messed up makeup and a bed head.

'Ho-how did I get here last night.' I turned around and looked around, noticed that the cute DJ guy wasn't in my bed. 'I don't remember anything.'

Diego grinned, 'You're curious huh.'

'Where is Luke-Oh no... Did I do something stupid?' I was confused, so confused because I thought everything was going good last night. But now that I didn't remember anything after I said hi to him, I got scared. 'Oh my- Did I do something embarrassing? Fuck.'

'Well, I don't know what you define "embarrassing" but yeah. You definitely made the crowd go wild last night.' Diego started laughing, his loud voice ringing in my ear from my hangover.

Covering my ears, I shook my head. 'Diego... shh. My head hurts okay.'

'This is why I don't drink.'

I shook my head, 'Is everyone back safely?'

'Oh, don't even worry about everyone else, they're perfectly fine. It was you that we had a hard time bringing home, Y/N.'

'So can you tell me what happened?'

'Sure, after you acknowledge that I'm the best brother ever.' Diego raised his eyebrows, adjusting his positioning on the chair.

A light laugh just escaped my mouth, keeping my mouth closed so I wouldn't start burst out laughing. 'You're kidding me right? Really?'

'Yes really. I had to carry you home, tuck you into bed after you kicked and screamed, help you get up so you can throw up. I didn't even know humans were physically able to throw up so much.'

When Diego put it like that, I felt bad that he had to take care of me throughout the night. 'Okay Diego, you're the best brother in the world. Also I'm sorry you had to do all that for me.'

'Aha, no worries. That was probably the most entertaining night ever.' He laughed, 'You were fucking crazy.'

I smiled, I bet Diego really enjoyed me making a fool of myself or whatever I did last night that got him giggling nonstop. 'So are you going to tell me?'

'Hmm, nope. Thanks for the compliment though.'

'Ugh, I hate you.'

'Not according to yesterday you don't.' Diego smirked.

[charliedawn]

How would they react to the new arrival ?

" Hi everybody. My name is Y/N and I am the head nurse around here. If you have any questions, you can ask them to me. I see here that two of you are transfers from St John's, so you'll be assigned to miss Harrison's department..However, I see here that mister Wendell Crumb has just been released from prison ? Who is mister Wendell Crumb ?"

A close cut man raises his hand with a slight smile.

" That would be me."

You smile back before checking something on your file.

" Fine. You'll be transferred to my department. However, I see here that you've got many names..May I ask who I am talking to ?"

Wendell Crumb suddely straightens up and stares right at you with a very unsettling smile.

" I'm Barry. Nice to meet you.."

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously before looking down at his file. Creepy smile. Judgy stare. Feminine stand..Yeah, definitely not Barry..

" I'm sorry, but in order for us to get along, honesty is the key..Now, could you please tell me who you really are ?"

The man's smile only widens as he congratulates you.

" Clever girl. I'm Patricia. Nice to meet you."

He then claps with both hands and you narrow your eyes, trying to figure the new patient out. He seems harmless enough, even though his file seems to suggest the contrary. A great pretender. After all the effort you had put in getting the patients to trust you, this one would surely bring chaos. You could already tell by just looking at him in the eyes: he wasn't here to get better.

You sigh before closing the file and signaling to the patient to follow you as Harrison enters. Wendell Crumb is almost too eager to follow you. You can feel his stare on you, as if he was sizing you up and down.

" The patients are eating, I suppose it is a good time to get acquainted with them and make some new friends. What do you think ?"

You smile and try to be nice to him, but he doesn't answer. He only huffs before looking away. You open the door to the cafeteria and feel the stare of all the slashers on you and the new arrival. Patricia seems to be doing a quick assessment of each slasher before finally landing on you.

" By what I heard, I thought I would be meeting fearless and bloodthirsty demons..But all I can see is a bunch of old-timers."

Your eyes widen in shock at his words and you can see some of the slashers tense. However, far from being intimidated, Kevin widely grins and seems to slouch slightly, taking another personality you guess.

" Hi guys ! I'm Hedwig ! I'm soooo excited to meet all of you ! Patricia said you were like us ! That's like, totally cool !"

To that, Freddy is the first to answer with a mocking smirk.

" Great. Another kid..Me who thought we would finally be enough to play poker. What a disappointment..Can he at least change his own grown-up diapers ?"

Suddenly, Hedwig's joyful expression shifts to a much serious one that glares daggers at Freddy.

" What did you say, steak face ?"

Oh oh. Freddy's expression darkens and he stands up to face Kevin that only arks an eyebrow at him, a silent challenge. One that Freddy is eager to respond to.

" What did you call me, baldie ?"

But, far from feeling intimidated, Kevin only stares down at him with a little smirk.

" You heard me, midget.."

You can feel the tension rising and put yourself between the two of them promptly.

" Hey ! That's enough ! Be nice ! And you.."

You turn towards Freddy with furrowed eyebrows, clearly displeased.

"..I told you to hold your tongue with them."

Freddy only humphs unhappily before getting out of your grip and glaring at Kevin that only grins defiantly at him.

" What ? That's it ? This is the infamous Freddy Krueger ? The bringer of nightmares and slayer of children ? I must admit that I am deeply disappointed.."

Patricia, she wants to rile him up. You quickly get another nurse to get Freddy to sit back down before he gives in to his violent impulses. You then glare at Kevin before taking him by the arm for him to follow you outside of the room.

" What are you trying to do exactly ?! Get killed ?!"

But, far from feeling guilty, Kevin's grin only widens as he stares directly back at you for several seconds, as if looking deep inside your soul..At the end, he pretends to be apologetic by raising his hands in surrender and finally giving some kind of explanation for his behavior.

" I'm sorry. I'm just feeling overwhelmed, garden variety issue..You understand. We mustn't let the bad seeds take roots, or we may end up with bad weed issues.."

At this, Pennywise that had followed you discreetly gets out of his hiding spot to growl menacingly at Kevin.

" Bad weed ?! Who are you calling bad weed, pal ?! I'll show you bad weed."

But one stern look from you, and Pennywise reconsiders. But, he is still glaring daggers at Kevin that only giggles maniacally while you get him back inside. However, he doesn't miss the way you instinctively hold on to the pendent hanging around your neck..What a strange necklace..? He turns his head towards the slashers that all seem on edge now, like a pack of wolves ready to attack. However, it's even worse when he suddenly takes you by the shoulders to smell you behind your ear, his gaze still fixed on the gang that seems ready to jump into action at any moment..Even Pennywise doesn't notice that he is munching on his spoon instead 9f his actual food. You try to get out of his grip, but he only tightens his grip on you as a response.

" What ? Are you all her lapdogs now ? I see the appeal..But still, to think she managed to have you all around her little finger..The strongest men on Earth, all submitting to that small bite."

As if to prove his point, he starts nibbling on the top of your ear, waiting for a reaction. However, before anyone could do anything, Kevin feels something piercing his skin and turns around to see a smirking Five with a needle in his hand.

" Nighty night."

Kevin collapses and you quickly kneel by his side to take his pulse. Thankfully, he's alive and you ask some nurses to bring him back to his room. You had agreed with the hospital not to use the collars unless it was a case of extreme emergency, looks like this could be one..

" Thank you, Five. But, dont use medical supplies without my permission again, okay ?"

He doesn't lose his smile before replying casually, hands in his pockets.

" Can't promise anything.."

The slashers are still staring at Kevin that is dragged out of the room. It takes you a while to reassure them that you're fine, even longer to convince yourself. However, Five seems even more suspicious than usual, he seems to be eager to return to his bedroom, and he was late for lunch..But, you don't have the time to worry about him. You finally manage to get them all to return to their bedrooms and walk inside your own. There, you let the mask fall and collapse on your bed, burying your face in a nearby pillow in order to muffle your tears and screams. Each time, you try to contain your own fear for the safety of the patients and yourself, but just with one touch, this new individual had made all of your walls crumble. However, you have to get it together, you couldn't let the other patients see you like this..You get up and cough a bit before cleaning yourself up. You then open the door, not expecting all the patients tumbling inside as they were listening in..You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

" What did I say about listening on doors ?"

They all stand up and look at everything but your face or simply try to justify themselves.

" Look, hon..We were only worried..Kinda ?"

Freddy tries to explain, but you take a big inspiration before stepping out. This is just what you needed: serial killers worrying about you.

" It's the hour of your medication. How about Michael and Five come to help me in the kitchen while you wait in the your rooms ?"

You finally decide to ignore Freddy and are surprised when Arthur takes you gently by the arm so you can look up at them.

"Hey, don't shut us down. Freddy is right, we were only worried."

You eyes soften at their genuine concern, but you quickly shake the feeling away. You had faced far worse, but this patient scared you the most..because he had attacked you as if he already knew, as if he knew who you were before you even introduced yourself. You will have to keep a close eye on that one, that's for sure. Fortunately, the patients hadn't reacted too extremely, or it would have turned bad, very very bad..You don't know why the hospital had suddenly decided to add another patient, but one thing is for sure, this new patient wasn't transferred here, he was sent here with a purpose. Now, your goal is to discover whatever purpose that is. You are on your way to his room when you realize something..You hadn't seen Jason all morning. He wasn't there for lunch either. You feel cold sweat running down your back when you suddenly hear some fighting noises. You run in the direction of the sounds and are shocked to see Jason, Five and, surprisingly, Klaus in Kevin's room. You don't have the time to ask what the last one is here that Jason takes Kevin by his shirt and throws him through the window.

You look at Five for an explanation, but he doesn't look at you and looks at the broken window instead.

" Did he just..?"

" Yup. He just did.."

Klaus confirms before turning towards you with a small awkward smile.

" Can someone please explain to me why a civilian is here and why Jason just threw Kevin out of the damn window ?!"

You exclaim and for once, Five is speechless and it's his brother that decides to step up to explain the situation to you.

" Hi. I'm Klaus, Five's older brother and I was about to help him escape until we heard noises of a fight outside. We got out and saw a bold man talking and fighting our dear sweet Jason that threw said man flying through the window. Literally."

Your eyes widen at the news of his planned escape and then look at Five with a confused frown. The idea of escaping wasn't what surprised you the most, but why would he want to leave now ? However, before you could ask, Jason, who is clearly upset, pushes right past you with angry groans and an uneven breathing. You give a stern look at Five, clearly signifying that this discussion isn't over before running after Jason before he could murder Kevin. When you get out, you see that all of the slashers had encircled Kevin that seems angrier than ever.

" I'll kill you all !"

He shouts, but Freddy only cackles while leaning against the wall, with the sunglasses you had given him sitting on his nose, and Pennywise that has a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

" Come on, Jason ! We'll enjoy the massacre..There are no witnesses. Just show that clown who's the boss ! No offense.."

He quickly adds at the end to Pennywise that only smirks before fist-bumping him.

" None taken."

You run to stand between the two huge men that don't seem to even notice you. You look at Michael for help, but he only crosses his arms, clearly implying that he wouldn't interfere. Great..You think before turning towards the devil you know, your hands outstretched towards him.

" Stop, Jason. Please. This is not you. Whatever he told you, it is not worth this. You will be punished, severely. They will maybe not kill you, but they will lock you away, somewhere nobody will ever find you again.."

Jason seems to finally snap out of it and you smile when he takes your hand and yanks you forward with his supernatural strength. You chuckle, relieved while he hugs you. But then, you hear a loud sound behind you and turn around swiftly to see..Brahms ?! Brahms just took Kevin by the throat to crash the back of his head against the concrete and his hands are now around his throat, squeezing painfully tight. You run towards them and try to get Brahms to let go, but he only tightens his grip on him as you yell.

" Let go, Brahms ! What are you doing ?! I said let go !"

But he doesn't listen to you, even worse, he gives you a hard blow to the stomach with his elbow that knocks all air out of your lungs. However, you still find the strength to get up and this is when Brahms finally shouts furiously.

" He took my doll !"

You are surprised how he managed to form a whole sentence without stammering and also horrified by the news. Brahms' doll is Brahms' most precious possession, no wonder he wants to kill Kevin. But then, Kevin laughs and spits blood on Brahms' mask.

" Idiot. You kill me, you won't get the doll and they'll throw you in the darkest deepest hole they can find.."

You know that he is telling the truth and look at Brahms that doesn't seem to be willing to stop. You take a big breath before finally taking out the pendent they had offered you. You hold it tightly in your hand before ordering Brahms to stop.

" Stop, Brahms ! Let him go ! Now !"

Suddenly, as if under some kind of transe, Brahms straightens up and finally releases Kevin. Brahms then slowly turns towards you and walks to you until he is barely a few inches away from you and leans in so close you can hear his hectic breathing. You almost fear for your life and hold on to the pendent even tighter.

However, he only humphs and walks away. You look up and, for once, see the disappointment in the different slashers' eyes. They all saw what happened, what you used to control Brahms.

" I..I didn't want to.."

But it's too late, the damage is done. The Joker, that had stayed silent so far, suddenly bursts our laughing, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes as he tells you bitterly.

" You know why Jason attacked Kevin ? Because he said that you were using us..Looks like he wasn't so wrong after all.."

He walks past you, not even giving you a second glance. You turn towards the rest of the slashers that seem either angry or even fearful of you.

" P..Penny..?"

You try to extend your hand towards Penny that is eyeing you warily and who growls warningly at you when your hand is too close. Suddenly, a hand snatches yours to yank you backwards.

" Back off, lady !"

Pennywise cautions you, his eyes glowing yellow in the dark. However, suddenly, some armed forces enter the yard and get out tazers to restrain the patients. You see one of the guards tackle Pennywise to the ground. To your horror, Penny bites the guard's shoulder that screams loudly in pain. Before you could say anything, another guard shoots some tranquilizers at the Penny that collapses.

" No..No !"

You run towards Penny and cradle his face with tears in your eyes. It wasn't supposed to go this way. What had gone wrong ? You look up at Pennywise that is now restrained and muzzled. He tries to break free to reach Penny, but the guards won't let him.

" Pennywise..I'm..I'm so s.."

But he glares at you and cuts you off harshly.

" Nah. Save your breath, princess.."

Pennywise says while eyeing you up and down with new-found disdain, even Freddy is not smiling anymore. The slashers are brought back inside with shackles and you feel your lower lip quivering. You didn't want to use the pendent, but he was going to kill Kevin and..You look back to see that Kevin is smiling. He even dares giggles when some guards come to take him away.

" Rejoice ! You are of the worthy ! You are broken !"

You don't understand and frown in confusion, but he doesn't add anything. You sigh deeply before getting back inside as well, you had to make it up to them..somehow.

" You really think it's a good idea ? We aren't even sure that Kevin will be able to accomplish his mission."

But the woman, far from being worried, only puffs out a cloud of smoke and replies with a confident smile.

" Believe me, John. It will work..Soon, we'll have the slashers at our mercy. They'll be our little tin soldiers. And nothing will be able to stop us, brother.."

[lyranova]

It's finished (apart of the epilogue ^^')!

And I very much enjoyed reading it through. The first encounter where Neva was already showing spunk with Klaus, to growing to be friends with all of them. Though she kinda already was and Yuno was just introduced into the group.

What styed with me from this series was the timid love confession, the festival and how adorable it all was. But it was also genuine. They were both being themselves, while wanting to make sure that the other wasn't being 'pressured' into returning the confession. It was so adorable. And how he was mindful of her sweet tooth! SO CUTE

And it didn't stop there. Sneaking around with kisses... Feeling like doing something un-allowed, even if it was only due to the two of them not wanting to cause a scene and keeping their relationship private. I could have cut the tension with a knife (in a good way). Also hiding behind bushes from screaming fans made me laugh XD

I very much hate Llyr... He's well written, I don't mean that, I just don't like him as a person. (A thousand years of tiny pebbles in his shoes!) And the revelations that came with it... It really was emotional for all of them. But those thoughts and emotions were understandable.

And, I'm glad that Neva understood it in the end. After being given some time and space to think for herself. But she was also being very brave with having that conversation with Yuno, and choosing to trust her.

I also think that the ending was good. It was honest, it was genuine, and it's a way forward. They have understanding, and are learning to trust each other again, because it was a tragedy that happened. They both were caught in emotional turmoil, and things happened because of it. But it also taught them a lot of things.

Oh I very much enjoyed reading the series <3

Yesss it’s finished aside from the epilouge hehe 🥰!! I think this is the first series I’ve finished so far 😳.

Aaahhh thank you so much I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it 🥺! Hehe yeah this version of Neva was abot more, hm, spunky and friendlier than she is in Fractured. But I think its more she vaugely knew Klaus and was familiar with Mimosa because of her family (I have a feeling the Vermillions are one of those “well known” families in this universe hehe!).

Aah the timid love confession, I loved writing that hehe 🥰! I was going to have Yuno confess at first, but then it somehow changed to Neva when I was writing and I was like ‘this works. I love it!’ Because, in canon, Yuno is very rarely taken by surprise so I wanted to kinda change it up 😁. Yess Neva’s sweet tooth 🤣, I feel like that’s one of the first things Yuno noticed was how much she loves sweets and desserts!

Ahjwjs I loved writing the “sneaking around” it was so much fun just imagining them trying to keep it a secret from the whole school (but especially Klaus and Mimosa) and I wish I could have put more silly scenes but i figured it might detract from the story a bit 😅. Yess the screaming fans 🤣😭, tbh I was actually going to have David be the one to almost catch them but then we got to talking about Alistar and Leon’s fanclubs and I remembered Yuno had one in canon so I used them instead 👀! I’m so glad you enjoyed them hiding in the bushes too hehe, I giggled myself silly just imagining them looking out through the bushes at the fans while writing it 🤣!

It’s okay to hate Llyr! That’s why he’s there abwjs 👀😅, tbh I think I actually made him more mean in this series then in Fractured but I could be wrong 🤔. (Neva approves of the thousand years of tiny peddles in his shoes lol!). It was an emotional chapter, because when you think about it Yuno and Neva not only lost their trust in William, but they lost their trust in each other that day as well. I should have called that chapter “Broken Trust” lol 😭.

Yeah I think that’s all Neva needed was a bit of time because soo much happened in 72 hours, and thats what William was trying to tell Yuno. But in the end she came back and they finally cleared the air and she was able to finally break that wall down and come clean with Yuno about her lies and her past.

Yay I’m ao glad you liked the ending! Tbh I was actually going to end it with them getting back together because, technically, they never broke up. But then I was like “That’s a bit too fairy tale”, and decided that they would both need to go back to the start and learn how to trust each other again and get to know one another again. Because like you said, what happened was a tradgedy. But they’re strong kids so they may overcome it 👀!

Ahaahhwjwjs thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed reading it, I had so much fun writing it and thank you for the kind words Laura dear 🥺💕!

[nikmikaelsonswife]

Sundays With Niklaus Would Include….

klaus waking up to find you still sound asleep, which is when he takes the time to drink in how naturally gorgeous you are

the sunlight casting through the windows, a beam of gold reflecting across your skin, all of it leaves him in awe

it also stirrs up something primal within him

which eventually leads to him not being able to wait any longer and rolling on top of you

hundreds of kisses are splayed all around your face and down your neck until you finally open your eyes with a loud groan

“morning, sweetheart.”

“morning, asshole.”

although he knows your words are only apart of your morning grumpiness, he lowly growls in warning

which does the exact opposite and instead causes a tingle of heat to spark near your pelvis

but when you feel his fingertips trailing down your bare abdomen, your eyes snap open

“no no no, im sorry, im sorry! no!”

when he flashes you that infamous mischievous smirk, you realize it’s too late

his fingers curl up against your stomach and you gasp

you hate being tickled and he knows it

you end up giggling loudly with tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to stop

he doesn’t back down until your kicking underneath him like a toddler screaming,

“im gonna piss myself!”

and despite the context of those words, he still manages to change them into

“neeeeklausssss….”

you especially adore sundays because it’s that day where the big bad hybrid layers are stripped down and you have infinite time to love just klaus mikaelson

with him not caring about anything else but you in his possession

both of you enjoying the first hours of the day tangled up in each other

a shared bubble bath with lit vanilla scented candles

complete silence aside from the sound of water sloshing and your heartbeats moving in sync

klaus dropping soft kisses in the crook of your neck and under your jaw, whispering a couple of “i love you’s” here and there

reading a book on the couch with your back to his chest, him attempting to follow along from behind you

or klaus trying his best to be a patient teacher, observing as you try to copy one of his paintings

which ends up being not half bad

if you consider a huge glob of black and navy ‘not half bad’

so you retire to sketching, which you are at least a bit better at

trying to make supper with klaus’ arms wrapped around your waist, unable to go about his day without touching you twenty-four seven because he knows he won’t have as much time alone with you when the next week begins

others entering and exiting the kitchen, warmed by the sight of klaus calm and happy all because of you

whenever someone would come up and try to talk to either one of you, klaus would hold a finger up, silencing them

you patting his cheek in appreciation

following each other any and everywhere

and i mean everywhere

the subtle squeezes of your ass when nobody’s looking

the heated whispering in your ear of how good you feel in his arms

ending in you grabbing him by the wrist and shoving him through the closest door you can blindly locate

whether that room is yours

or elijah’s

which he doesn’t get too excited about

leading to the two of you racing out like caught teenagers

after dinner, you feel so full that the only thing you want to do is lay down

and you don’t even have to notify your boyfriend

he just notices that sleepy look on your face and carries you up to your shared bedroom

helping you strip down to only one of his shirts and a pair of underwear

he spoons you under a soft blanket, his cheek pressed to yours with his thumb rubbing circles on your stomach and it isn’t long before you drift off

then you stirring awake in the middle of the night

“klaus?”

you lift up the covers to find his face buried in between your legs

through the darkness, his eyes glance over your annoyed expression

“come on, love. it’s sunday for goodness’s sake.”

[fandomlit]

mistletoe (five hargreeves x reader)

requested by anon “can I request a 93 and 82 with five? Maybe with other friends (though I doubt five has any) or luter and allison, around Christmas and the whole charmed mistletoe thing where they cant get out till they kiss? I've been obsessed with your writing and now its four am here pls send sleep okthankyoubye. ily”

summary after agreeing to go on a “double date” with klaus and some guy, you and five find yourselves in a fake date situation. but as if the night couldn’t get any more tense with you two hiding your feelings for each other, you get stuck under some inescapable mistletoe. (au where there is no apocalypse, and they’re both aged up to 16-17ish)

a/n i hope u got some sleep anon

o hey i do writing prompts,, those used in this fic will be in bold

gif cred belongs to @whitehead​

“...and so he won’t go unless another couple is with us,” klaus finished explaining, looking desperately to you and five sitting on his bed. “will you two do it?”

you both blushed at the accusation, not looking at each other. “we’re not a couple,” five offered, clearing his throat and glaring at his brother, who very much knew his infatuation with you.

“i know! i know,” klaus nodded, holding his hands up innocently. “you don’t have to think of it as a date! just doing me a favor!” he grinned hopefully at you two.

five finally glanced over at you. “what do you think?”

you tried to shrug as casually as you could. “i don’t think there’s any harm in it. you?”

five focused his hard gaze back on his brother. “you owe us.”

“yes!” klaus exclaimed. “yes, of course! and i promise you both, double dates aren’t bad. well, actually, i’ve only been in a foursome-”

“it’s not a double date,” five cut off. “we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

you nodded, pointing at him. “i like that.” he offered you a quick smile, trying his best not to acknowledge his blush in hopes that it would go away.

“regardless, it’ll be fun!” klaus smiled. “meet us at griddy’s at eight!” he strutted out of the room.

“you sure you wanna do this?” you said, offering five a small laugh as you both stood.

he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pockets and avoiding your gaze. “i have nothing better to do. besides, now klaus owes us one.”

“true,” you giggled, starting to walk out of the room. “any idea what you’re gonna use that favor on?”

five watched you walk out and took a breath before following. “i have a few ideas.”

...

you stepped out of the snow and into the small donut shop, immediately looking up when you spotted a familiar herb in your peripheral vision. mistletoe was hung just before the entrance of the shop, and yet it was some kind of different. you weren’t sure what it was, but it gave you the same feeling you had whenever your witch friend worked her wonders. 

“i wonder where that mistletoe came from..,” you muttered to yourself as you stepped away from it. you reminded yourself not to fall into whatever trap it was and walked over to sit at the counter.

the owner, agnes, came out, giving you a smile as she pulled out her pad and pen. “what can i get you, dear?”

you were about to respond when a voice spoke over yours, “two hot chocolates.”

you turned to see five standing behind you, looking unamused. your eyebrows raised as you took his appearance. instead of being adorned in his usual academy uniform, he had traded in for a pair of nice slacks and a sweater vest thrown over a nice shirt.

he took the seat next to you as you smiled at him. “you look nice,” you offered as agnes went to make your orders.

“i look like an idiot,” he grumbled.

you brushed his shoulder with your hand, picking off some fuzz. “you look like a normal teenage boy.”

“exactly.” 

you giggled as agnes set your drinks in front of you, making him smirk. “are klaus and his date on their way?”

“yeah,” he sighed, taking a sip of the hot drink. “i think his date’s picking him up at the academy. i figured i’d skip out on that experience.”

you let out a laugh. “i would’ve, too.” five watched your smile as you sipped at your hot chocolate. 

“you look lovely, by the way,” he complimented. you arched an eyebrow at him. “that wasn’t sarcasm.”

“you saying it wasn’t sarcasm sounded more like sarcasm,” you giggled. “but thank you, five.” he nodded, taking another drink to cover his rising blush.

“there they are!” you both turned to see klaus enter the shop dramatically, a guy you hadn’t seen before holding the door open from the outside. you watched the mistletoe cautiously, but nothing happened. the other guy trailed behind klaus as he trotted up to you two. “dave, this is y/n and five.”

dave took klaus’s hand and smiled at you two. “nice to meet you two.”

“you, too,” you said, giving him a polite smile. five simply nodded at him as he sipped down the rest of his hot chocolate. “so, how’d you two meet?”

dave blushed. “well-”

“we can talk about this on our way to the movie, can’t we?” klaus interrupted impatiently. “i wanna get specific seats..”

you and five exchanged a knowing glance as dave nodded. “sure thing. let’s go.”

you both stood from your seats and you all headed toward the door. dave rushed forward to hold the door open for klaus before taking his hand again, both of them beginning to walk ahead of you two. and that’s when it happened.

five had reached an arm out to catch the door before it closed and hold it open for you, but instead his arm bounced off of an invisible force. he stumbled back. giving you a confused look when you simply sighed, trying to move forward again. the same thing happened. he tried another time, even tried to jump out using his power. none of it worked.

“what’s happening?” he asked you, huffing out a frustrated breath.

you looked up, and he followed your gaze to the innocent looking mistletoe. “it’s been charmed, i think by a witch.”

“okay, what does that mean?” he prodded, running a hand through his hair.

you avoided his gaze as you explained, “we have to kiss to break it.”

five went silent, pursing his lips as he considered. it didn’t take long for him to sigh and say, “well. better make it good.”

you looked up to give him a curious look, but didn’t have to chance as five pulled you to him by your waist, wrapping his arms around you and dipping you down in the most cliche way possible, connecting your lips in the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced.

you placed your hands on his cheeks as you rushed to catch up with his fiercely moving lips, allowing yourself to relax into him as you finally satisfied the urge that screamed in your body every time you saw him. just a moment after you tilted your head to deepen the kiss even further, five pulled away and looked up. the mistletoe had disappeared.

he swung you both back up with ease, but didn’t let go of you yet. you were breathless, hands now resting on his chest as you stared into each other’s clouded eyes. without saying another word, you threw your arms over his shoulders and connected your lips again. he was ready, quickly taking control as you kissed him over and over and over again in the empty donut shop.

when you pulled away again, resting your foreheads against each other, his gaze burned into yours as your breaths mingled. you felt like you were on fire.

“think they’ve noticed we’re gone?” you breathed with a laugh. five shook his head, giving you a smirk. 

“i think klaus took an edible before this, he has no idea what’s going on,” he offered. you laughed again.

“then we should just go back to the academy,” you drawled, “and watch a movie..” he pretended to consider. “.. and maybe find some more mistletoe.”

“i do like that.”

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ask game!

all of 002 for yuno and asta

Fire, my dearest! I'd be more than happy to share my thoughts regarding those two!

There's a lot to say so let's get right into it!

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Asta

How I feel about this character: Asta is a good boy! He's loud and a bit annoying but he's got a good heart. I like how he's able to positively influence everyone he meets, whether intentionally or not. His new friendship with Liebe is definitely my favorite because he was annoyed at Liebe's attitude but got over it quickly to accept Liebe for who he was.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I kind of flip-flop between Noelle and Yuno. I personally think he has equally good chemistry with both.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: BroTP with Leopold all the way! Also, he and Nero are definitely a funny duo together, she's like a big sis who calls out Asta's annoying traits but still believing in his wholeheartedly.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Is Asta being ace an unpopular opinion? Maybe?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I really want a comedic scene where Asta's initial introduction to the Black Bulls is reversed. Remember how Finral kept describing the Bulls' faults but finishing with "they're a good person"? I want Asta to do that with Liebe and Nacht while both are glaring daggers at the other Bulls.

My OTP: Astelle is endgame and I do want to see how they confess but I don't feel strongly enough to call it an OTP.

My cross over ship: More like a crossover BroTP but imagining Asta and Inosuke getting into screaming matches makes me giggle a bit. They're both loud and chaotic but Asta is more considerate while Inosuke is humorously tactless.

A headcanon fact: There was a funny incident where Asta tried to lift the whole Black Bulls squad in like a reverse pyramid and it did not go well.

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Yuno Grinberryall

How I feel about this character: Not my favorite son from the series but I am still fond of him. I don't 100% like what's been done with his character, as I explained in group chat once. He's one of the better rival characters in shounen, one that doesn't immediately write off the protagonist.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I think Asta is the only character I romantically ship with Yuno.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: The friendship trio of Yuno, Mimosa, and Klaus is hammered in by the anime and I'm okay with that. I love the three of them together as a team.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I really don't know how unpopular this is but it annoys me that Asta and Yuno are rivals but Yuno always seems to be the one gaining the lead before Asta catches up. Show Yuno catching up for once, gosh darn it!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish Yuno's prodigy thing was something he actively hated. Instead of accepting or being neutral to everyone's praise, he wanted them to shut up. He could still want to be Wizard King but he wouldn't want to deal with others' expectations and would simply focus on being the best he can be beside Asta. That would've been really interesting, although I admit it makes his life more dependent on Asta's presence.

My OTP: I do romantically ship him with Asta, but not as an OTP.

My cross over ship: None really. Sorry.

A headcanon fact: Yuno does all his own chores at the Golden Dawn base. He cooks himself simple meals and does his own laundry rather than leaving it to the servants that are probably hired at the noble-filled squad base.

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Dating 60's Klaus Hargreeves Headcanons

Request: hiya sweetie 💕 i was wondering if you can do a fic or headcanon, whatever is easier for you, about dating klaus hargreeves in the 60s? 💕 

Oooh boy, I am a hot mess right now and not emotionally stable but here we go

Comments are always appreciated! <3

Okay, I’m going to start this by saying that you and Klaus definitely were dating before the whole 2019 end of the world zapped back to the 60s by little older brother shenanigan. The two of you met way back in the day when you followed the sound of screaming and sneaked into the mausoleum, just letting this strange, terrified boy rest his head on your shoulder while you wrapped him in your arms. 

Since then, he’s just been head over heels, and the two of you have been through Ben’s death, rehab, Reginald, just everything together.

That’s why, when he landed back first on the wet ground of some random 1960′s alley, and you didn’t land down beside him, he was absolutely heartbroken.

For the first time in his life, he truly didn’t know what to do or where to go. He didn’t know who he was without you, which is how he ended up setting up a cult in your image.

One day when he’s heading into town, off to buy another billowing shirt, or some nice bell bottom jeans, he hasn’t decided yet, he sees a very familiar set of eyes behind the menu of a passing diner window.

Running in, his mouth drops open and his lips start quivering when he sees you just sitting there, ordering lunch. Dropping down the menu, your eyes widen when you see the mess of a man standing by your table, every limb of his body shaking, before he reaches out to rub his thumb against the side of your cheek as if he were in a dream.

‘Y/n?’

That night, his favourite night of all time, the one where he found you again, is just spent cuddling. He takes you back to his mansion, and you have no time to be in awe, or ask how he managed to scuff up the money for a place like this, before he’s grabbed a sheet of some old piece of furniture and has wrapped it around both your shoulders like a burrito.

He sounds like his teenage self again as he giggles against your forehead, walking you backwards and finally tripping your feet so you land on the sofa. 

You don’t notice the painting of you that’s hanging up on his mantelpiece.

He spends the whole of the night awake, in disbelief that you’re actually here, tucked into his arms again. He has one hand placed gently over your heart, and the other rubbing against the small of your back as he just keeps kissing and kissing your forehead over and over, scared that you’ll disappear in the morning.

You wake him up by tugging on his beard, which is why he decides to finally shave it off.

When the rest of his cult finally catch up with the two of you, they think you’re a goddess. Klaus honestly doesn’t know what to say, he just puts on his sunglasses and becomes a blushing mess as you stare up at him in shock.

He’s s o c l i n g y. This poor baby has spent every day missing you, he honestly could live out his life happily in the 60s as long as you’re by his side, every moment of every day. Five. however, isn’t quite of the same mind set, and was not very amused when he zapped in to try and find his brother, and instead found the two of you rolling around the floor in the midst of an apparent tickle match.

He just sighs and rolls his eyes, deciding it would probably just be better if he tried to find Luther first.

Ben, however, is ecstatic to have you back, as Klaus no longer feels the need to buy alcohol anymore. Any time he has an urge to ruin his sobriety, he just sits down next to you and nestles his nose onto the side of your shoulder, breathing you in.

‘I love you so so much, Y/n.’

The two of you spend a lot of days before, you know, the second end of the world, lounging in his pool. He’ll be on the neon pink floatie, you on a nice green one, a cocktail in one hand and the other holding each others. 

He’s never felt so at peace.

Although he also loves coming out of the pool, because you’ve made a routine to hop up onto the side and pull him against your chest with your thighs, before cradling his face with your hands and reaching down for a kiss.

He always starts blinking heavily and sighing when you try to pull away, that you feel bad if you don’t press another one against his desperate lips.

Bad idea, though, as half the time he just pulls you back down into the water with him.

Many afternoons are spent rolling around in the grass, or, with Ben’s suggestion, in the dirt, feeding each other strawberries. The look of just pure devotion and love in Klaus’ eyes as you pull the stalk away from his lips, though, always makes Ben fake gag.

Having to help him feel better when Ben keeps trying to possess him, which ends with you rubbing calming oils into his back during herbal bath times, and also hugging him close to you once Ben saves Vanya and disappears.