bullets embrace

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Requested by anon.

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Actual Request:  “I was wondering if you could do a Imagine where the reader is a Hunter and Klaus is number one on the readers list but everytime they met and fight he flirts with her?”


“You get a little bit breathless, don’t you?” You ask him. “I think you’re getting old, Klaus.”

He smiles at you even if he’s in pain. You shot him with a wolfsbane bullet.

“Don’t worry, love. Unlike you, getting older makes me stronger I’ll be up in a second.”

“Then you’ll like what’s next.”

Bang. You shot him with a silver bullet.

“I heard you embraced your wolf side.” you say. “How’s that happened.”

“With a help of a lovely girl, actually.” he says. “But she’s not as beautiful as you are, love.”

He really gets up in a minute and pins you to the wall. Ouch.

“That hurt, bastard.” you say and kick him. When you get rid of him, you take a bunch of vervain and smash it on his face. As he roars with pain, you prepare a stake on your gun.

“How old are you now, Y/N?” he asks. “It’s been awhile since our last little chat.”

Italy. Five years ago. You almost got him but he ran away as usual.

“My bad.” you say. “I was busy at the moment.”

“Yes, killing me.” Klaus says and pulls the stake out of his chest. “But I’d like to get to know you, you know, without the stakes and every little gun you have. Actually, I can kill you in a second.”

“You wish.” you say. “I have a witch protection on me and a little cheater you may recognize.”

You show him the Gilbert ring.

“How did you-”

“Not your business.” you say. “You know what? Maybe I should meet with your brother. He was really willing to kill you once.”

“Well, things changed, sweetheart.” he says and smirks. “But really, how old are you?”

“25 or so.” you say. “Are you jealous?” Another vervain plus wolfsbane bullet. As he falls down, he takes the bullet out and gets up.

“So you’re not minor, can I offer you a drink? Unless you don’t have a white oak stake. I could give you mine… Oh, right, I destroyed it.”

You don’t want him to see your desperate mood so you smile.

“Nature has a bad habit such as growing trees.” you say. “Did you know that?”

His face gives his anger away and he pins you to the wall again.

“Where. Is. It.” he asks. You just laugh at him and spit. There is vervain in your system so his face burns.

“And yes,” you say. “I’d tell you even if I knew.”

“So empty threads.” he laughs. “It doesn’t suit you, love, you seem more reliable. Coffee?”

“Die.”

“Scotch, then?” and he throws a glass bottle on you. You run from it too easily.

“Oh how charming.” you say. “Stop flirting already, would you?”

“But where’s the fun then, love? I like our little chats once in a decade.”

“I’ll come early next time.” you say sarcastically. He rolls his eyes.

“You may stop leaving, too.” he says. “Maybe we work together.”

“I don’t make deals with vampires.” you say. “Thanks for the kindness, next time I’ll bring you gift from the mother nature, Mikaelson.”

“Don’t be late or I’ll be worried.”