It was far from the first time Klaus had uttered those words. It was, however, the first time he’d ever said
them in a broom closet.
He’d selected the vampire costume purposefully, looking for
something that would suit his personality.
A creature of the night that fed on the blood of the innocent? It seemed fitting. And when he saw the matching white dress and
pictured how it would look on Clara, a pearly counterpoint to his darkness… well,
it had been perfect.
He couldn’t even remember what had happened at the actual
party. In any case, it was the same old drivel each year – a mediocre skit, a
mad rush for the catered food, candy everywhere, and some magically-enhanced
effects. A haunted house had been erected on one side of the room, and the
occasional shriek sounded from within.
Clara loved it all, of course, and for her sake they’d stayed
for a good hour. They’d made their greetings to her friends – Elias, in a mummy
costume that was falling apart, and Yukiya, in a werewolf getup, distracted by
his own furry ears. Then they’d been ambushed by Randy, who’d been even more
unmanageable than usual, clearly under the influence of far too much sugar. Klaus
had even tolerated the stupid haunted house, determinedly marching through and
mentally identifying every spell while Clara shrieked and clung to him like a
barnacle. It had been worth it if only
for her expressions of sheer terror.
At some point, Klaus had lost patience with the whole deal
and they’d wandered off alone, strolling the perimeter of the large room together
in the shadows. Clara had seen something
through the window – a firefly owl, or something equally insignificant, and as
she stood there pointing, a shaft of moonlight had broken through the clouds
and illuminated her figure.
In her white dress she’d looked so stunning that he couldn’t
resist stealing up behind her. “Give me
a treat or I’ll cast a spell on you,” he’d all but purred into her ear. Though she was the image of purity in her
dress, in his mind’s eye he was suddenly remembering her in the wickedly
revealing devil’s costume that she’d worn into his office earlier that day. He couldn’t get the sight of her thighs – creamy,
lovely, slender – out of his head.
She’d blinked, staring up at him, clearly at a loss. And then, with a murmured declaration – “I’ll
take that treat myself, then” – he’d leaned down and sank his teeth into her
He didn’t bite hard. It
was just a momentary pressure, designed to give her nothing but a thrill. He’d
expected her to squeal, pull away and blush, as always.
Instead, she’d gasped, jolted, and gone still. As he’d soothed the bite mark with a kiss,
his mouth had grazed her pulse point. Underneath his lips, her heartbeat was
fluttering frantically, faster and faster.
When he’d turned her to face him, he was stunned to see that
her eyes had gone dark. And when he saw
the expression on her face, his whole body had jerked forward towards her, as
if moving on its own. Suddenly, he was
reminded of how long he’d been holding himself back for her, and heat seemed to
roar in his ears. His own desire rose and responded, a steady rhythm that
seemed to resound with each beat of his heart.
Then he heard her voice. “Klaus…?” she whispered, sounding confused.
This is probably going to be worked into a longer piece, the Goldstein holiday fic. But it sort of read nicely on its own, so I thought I’d post it here since it’s been a couple of weeks since my last fic post.
The name I gave the eldest Goldstein brother is Matthias - but of course, this is not grounded in canon. Maybe one day, we’ll know for sure.
Clara stood facing the imposing four poster, hands nervously
fisted in the silken fabric of the comforter.
How was it possible that a bed could rise to be almost as tall as her
neck? She’d never seen one that required its own matching stepstool to climb into. It was a princess’ bed – all plush pillows
and a lovely canopy, draped in gauzy white layers.
It would probably hurt a lot if she fell out.
Clara smoothed out the silk under her fingers, then leaned
over and pressed her cheek against it.
She’d never slept in silk sheets before, and she was surprised at how cold
they felt. She shivered, thinking of the
red checkered flannel that her parents would bring out after Halloween each
A knock at the door startled her. “Clara?” It was Klaus’ voice, muffled through
the thick wood.
“Y-Yes?” she called, quickly straightening.
The door opened, and he stepped inside. He looked casual but no less elegant in
shirtsleeves and dark slacks, but what surprised her most were his feet. They
For some reason the sight made her turn away bashfully, her
cheeks beginning to warm. From behind
her, his steps were no more than a whisper against the thick carpet. “Are you settled?” he asked. “How’s the room?”
“It’s beautiful,” she answered. So beautiful she hadn’t dared
touch anything except the sheets.
Klaus eyed her luggage, still standing where the servants
had left it. “You still haven’t unpacked
yet?” He gestured to a door in the
corner, his tone turning caustic with impatience. “There’s a closet in there for your things.
What have you been wasting your time doing?”
“Just looking,” she answered truthfully.
There was a stony silence, and then she heard him sigh. “Well,
you’re out of time now,” he muttered. “We’ve
got work to do.”
He grinned suddenly, devilishly. “Special Training.”
“W-w-whaaaat?” she squawked. “But Klaus, we’re on break!”
“We’re at my house,” he reminded her, patting her head. “Where do you think Special Training
Are thirteen days’ worth of memories enough to bridge a
chasm three years wide? Klaus and Clara’s reunion after the Unhappy Ending.
Shameless fix-it. And of course, spoilers for the Unhappy Ending.
Got a few more prompts to fill, but more are always welcomed in my askbox (in-game relationships only). And all fills are posted to AO3 as well as ff.net.
Out of the countless times that Klaus had imagined this day,
he had never once thought he’d be nervous.
He’d endured the ache of the last three years, working
gradually but inexorably towards this goal. The day of their reunion had been
the carrot that had kept him moving – kept him hoping – and now, it should have
been like emerging from a tunnel of darkness. Instead of the sunshine, though,
all he felt was the uncertainty of a strange new world. As he walked down the
cobblestone path in a tiny village in the prefecture of Reitz, the simmering
anxiety refused to go away.
His surroundings were idyllic enough: a stone path,
storybook cottages, fields of flowers. Around
him the sound of cowbells resounded from the hillsides, and happy bumblebees droned
as they swayed in the air, drunk on honey and sunshine. Klaus harnessed his
legendary focus and attempted to let these things soothe him – but then the
sight of the little blue cottage came into view and he felt his heart rise into
This was it.
It felt surreal to be here, in this little village in the
mountains. Stepping into this
sun-drenched world, it was as if he’d entered a kingdom of Clara’s own
making. The rules that he’d lived by – magic
and self-discipline – had evaporated, and he was surrounded by a sort of
timeless, sleepy contentment that suffused everything around him.
Before him, the little blue cottage stood. He couldn’t help
but notice the imperfections – a crooked step, a clumsily patched roof – every
one of them evidence of her hand. He did not need to see the little unicorn carved
into a sign above the door to know that it was hers; he could feel Clara’s
magic surrounding it, as if it poured out the windows. His breath hitched as he
felt the gentle, warm essence of that magic again. And then something in him
that had been roiling and disturbed for three long years finally slowed and
settled into place.
Of course, Klaus thought in exasperation, she wouldn’t have
the decency to be actually home after he’d journeyed so far to find her. She’d never made it easy for him; why start
A/N: Well first time for everything.
Rated M for a reason.
He’s teasing her. Liz chewed down
on her lower lip as his fingers passed over her most private area.
“Don’t do that.” Klaus whispered
hotly near her ears, “Stop biting.”
“I…” Her voice sounded breathless
as she grinded her teeth together, “Stop teasing.”
“Oh.” He was amused, “You want me
to go further.”
His finger moved deeper into her.
“Hmm…that’s a good reaction.” He
observed, “Shall I try again?”
Liz dug her fingers into the
chair’s arms. Her entire body felt that it was on fire. She could feel
everything even the slightest movement up or down made her tremble. Her mouth
opened and she cried. “More.”
“Did you say something?” Klaus asked,
“I didn’t quiet hear you.”
Liz bit down on her lips again.
He was teasing her again! Her face grew hot. His other hand spread of her legs
further apart. His fingers were moving faster now and then he stopped.
“I need you to tell me what you
said bunnyhead.” He dropped a kiss on her ears and trailed down her neck
towards her back. “Do you really want me to continue or not?”
Liz pushed her hips forward and
sobbed, “Please Klaus….I am so close.”
“Please Klaus do what?” Klaus wanted
her to say it.
“Please just finish it. Stop
fooling around you….” her voice trailed off. Her throat felt so dry and tight.
She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out for.
Klaus muttered something on her
back. Liz felt his breathe press across the surface of her skin making her
trembled. She turned to rebuke him. “Just….”
He kisses her to distract her as
his fingers began to move again. He starts slowly and then builds back up to
the original pace.
“It’s seems that you almost
ready.” Klaus teased breaking the kiss. Liz’s entire face it red and her eyes
her clouded. She doesn’t look that she heard him. She was more concerned with
her release. Her mouth opens again and short breathless moans escaped from her
She came. Liz slumped into his
chest breathing heavily. Klaus removed his fingers. They dripped on the floor.
“Are you alright?” he asked. She
wasn’t moving and he wondered if he took it too far this time.
“Klaus.” Her eyes fluttered
opened. He bent down to hear her better, “Please do it again…please.”
Klaus stared at Liz for a moment
and then dropped a kiss in her hair chuckled, “What a demanding little
it’s a tradition of mine to take some time at the start of the new year to thank people in my life for how they’ve changed me, as well as their love & support. starting this blog was one of my best decisions in 2015, so i wanted to thank people in the wh community. (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
this will get pretty long so i’m putting in a read more, but sorry in advance for folks on mobile!
His own voice, reflected back at him, felt jarringly loud in
the quiet of the Prefect’s office. Klaus
muttered a curse and flipped the Persona Mirror over, silencing it.
He should have known the moment he’d seen the familiar velvet
coverings, even if they’d been in as incongruous a place as the knapsack of Clara
Hart, his younger brother’s Buddy. His
father’s mirror had been locked away in the Headmaster’s office behind an
assortment of magical traps so dangerous that even Klaus wouldn’t have
bothered, if he’d had any desire to look into the Mirror in the first place.
Which he hadn’t.
But here it was, in the possession of one of the most incompetent
young wizardesses ever to set foot at Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy. One who
had then carelessly left her backpack in his office.
Klaus heard footsteps sounding from down the hall,
recognizing them immediately. He
straightened, slipping the mirror back into its cloth pouch. When Elias knocked, and then opened the
office door at his behest, Klaus was standing accusatorily, the covered parcel visible
in his hand.
Elias blanched in recognition.
“What is your Buddy doing with Father’s mirror?” Klaus
asked, slowly and evenly.
Elias’ gaze lowered guiltily. “Please don’t get mad at Clara,” he
began. “It’s my fault.”
“Care to explain?”
Elias winced. “I told
her that if she were to get the mirror, I would accept her as my Buddy.” One look at Klaus’ face, and Elias’ voice
took on a newly frantic quality. “I
never thought she’d be able to do it! Or
that she would even try…but she did it.
Klaus frowned. If it
had been stolen, Headmaster Randolph would have told him, and probably
recruited him in the effort to identify the thief. That this had not happened meant that Clara’s
possession of the mirror must have come with Randolph’s consent.
Klaus set that aside for later consideration, choosing
instead to harp upon another fact. “You
attempted to deny your Buddy? You know
that’s not possible.”
Elias flushed, hands clenching nervously. “I…”
“Spit it out.”
“I-I thought that if I just didn’t help her, she wouldn’t
pass her Trial.”
Elias’ tone was sullen and ashamed. Klaus was suddenly reminded of a moment in
their childhood, when his little brother had admitted to stealing sweets from a
gift box meant for their servants - something that he’d never done again once
Klaus was through with him. He thought now of Clara Hart, the little Bunnyhead,
an unfortunate excuse for a wizardess – yet stubbornly devoted and loyal to
And Elias had tried to purposefully
make her fail her Trial. Had his brother truly been driven to such lengths of
Had Klaus been the one to push him there?
“I’m disappointed in you, Elias,” Klaus said quietly. “Disappointed beyond belief. A Buddy is a gift.”
A treasure, he thought. An image of
Clara came to mind, glaring up at him moments after they’d met, face bright red
with both fright and fury, as she defended Elias to him.
Klaus banished that image away.
Elias nodded unflinchingly.
“I – I know. It’s not like that
anymore. I would never, ever hurt her
like that again.”
There was a long, tense moment, before Klaus nodded. “See that you don’t,” he said shortly. “Why are you here?”
“Ah – “ Elias seemed a little startled that the conversation
was over, clearly having expected greater censure. “I was just here to get Clara’s bag for her.”
Klaus walked over to it, slipping the Persona Mirror
carefully into the knapsack before handing it to his brother. “Take care of that mirror. Clara’s not the most responsible of people,
and Father certainly wouldn’t want to know that something happened to it.”
“I will,” Elias nodded.
“We might return it to the Headmaster soon. I think it’s served its purpose for us.”
Klaus wondered briefly, but didn’t pry. “Good.”
“I’ll see you later,” Elias said, heading out the door. Halfway through, he hesitated. “And Klaus – “
“What is it?”
“Thank you.” His
brother nodded his head and disappeared.
The door closed behind him with a whoosh of air, sending a brief, cool
breeze through the room.
Left alone, Klaus moved back to his desk. He reached for his tea cup, fingers curling
around the porcelain. Cold. He moved over to his tea kettle, beginning
the brewing process anew.
A stray glance outside yielded a view of the sunset, as it
cast ever lengthening shadows in the courtyard. In the grassy clearing just beyond, he could see
two seated people.
Elias. And next to him, his Clara.
They were sitting close to each other – not too close, but
within arm’s length. He couldn’t hear
what they were saying from his office, but he stood there, guiltily mesmerized,
as he watched Clara slowly reach for Elias’ hand. In a moment of hesitation she
nearly pulled back. But then she straightened, seemingly full of resolve, and
Klaus turned before she closed the distance. The tea kettle was whistling. In the din, he thought he could hear the
Persona Mirror, mocking him in his own voice, completing the sentence that it
had almost said before.
I don’t know who I
envy more – Elias, for having Clara’s heart, or Clara, for having his.
I wish you would write a fic where... Klaus get's sick and refuses to admit it and MC has to nurse him back to health
This was a long ago prompt, and I didn’t quite incorporate the “refuses to admit it” part. But this story also borrows from an idea that another anon sent me yesterday, about Klaus potentially using the Shikigami to give himself some more time.
I enjoyed writing this little light piece of fluff. Thank you to both anons!
Clara’s face immediately fell at the suspicious disapproval in Klaus’ voice. She stared down at the innocent looking scrap of paper, cut to look like a small person. “It’s a Shikigami Beta. If you kiss it, it makes a copy of you that acts just like you. It can even take classes and do your homework for you!”
“I’m well aware of what it does.” Klaus exhaled, brow twitching in irritation. “This is Randy’s doing, isn’t it?”
“Well…” Clara fidgeted, looking down guiltily. “Maybe I went to him for ideas.”
“Ideas?” He shook his head in exasperation. “What are you up to now, Bunnyhead?” Klaus put down his pen and gave her his full attention. Depending on his mood, that could be very enjoyable, or very nerve wracking. In this case, it was the latter.
“It’s j-just…” She stammered, and then swallowed hard before forging on. Klaus liked it when she was honest, no matter how embarrassing it was, so she always tried. “It’s just that you’re so busy all the time. I was looking for some way to help you. I know I don’t really help you that much by being here…and…” She trailed off.
“Clara.” To her surprise, he stood up and walked over. His voice had gone soft, and though it wasn’t entirely a surprise when he pulled her into his arms, it was no less wonderful. She sighed and tucked her cheek against the broad warmth of his chest. In turn, his fingers tangled into her hair, stroking the crown of her head gently. “
I appreciate you thinking of ways to help me. But I can’t use that.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Why not? Randy uses it all the time.”
Klaus rolled his eyes. “Of course he would. How typical of Randy,” he muttered. “Clara, that’s a truant’s tool. Using it would be cheating.”
“Cheating? But isn’t it just magic? We use magic all the time.”
He smiled fondly at her. “If I had used a love potion to make you fall for me, what would you think?”
She frowned immediately. “That’s not right.”
“Correct.” He tweaked her nose, and smirked as she wrinkled it in protest. “The most important things in life…anything worth having, you should work for yourself.”
“Alright,” Clara sighed, a little glum. She’d hoped that maybe he’d use it to escape from his duties and spend some more time with her. But she should have known. This was Klaus, after all; Goldstein or not, he had worked hard for everything he’d accomplished. And she loved him for that quality, that searing drive that defined him.
Of course he wouldn’t use something like the Shikigami. She shouldn’t have bothered.
“Speaking of work,” he added, a mischievous grin appearing on his face, “Shouldn’t you be getting back to that now? Those books aren’t going to shelve themselves.”