At the height of prohibition, 12 daughters from a straight
politician sneak out every night to go to the speakeasies. When he asks for the
public’s help, their shoemaker decides he can figure out the mystery. Getting their Father’s agreement, he follows
them to underground hideaways all run by the same crime boss. He starts to
realize there is more going on than even the girls may realize, and it may be
up to him and their youngest sister to save them.
These two young women illustrate the Flapper era’s penchant for both fun and recklessness by doing the Charleston on a rooftop ledge at Chicago’s Sherman Hotel, 11 Dec 1926, Chicago, Illinois, USA (source: sethapart on flickr)
Request// I’d like to request a Klaus x reader where he turns the reader because they’re in love and they sleep together and it’s her first time and fluff please
*I’ve separated the smut from everything else with an ‘x’ so you can still read it even if you don’t wanna go through the naught parts! So sorry to the anon who sent this to me. I started it but then got distracted by the Derek week that just ended. Just know that I really really love getting requests from you guys! Please keep asking for stories and I’ll keep trying to write them to the best of my capabilities*
To most, Klaus had been the monster that scared small children and the myth that lurked in the shadows. The only that wrong with their assumptions was that he wasn’t a myth at all. He had been alive and well for centuries and how somehow ended up with you. You had met a year earlier at a ball in New Orleans and ever since, you had been captivated by one another. Klaus once thought of it as a hex by a vengeful witch but you had thought of it as fate.
You and Klaus were polar opposites. Where he craved vengeance, you pushed for peace and when he demanded blood to rain through the streets, you were the only light that could bring him back from his darkest hours. You were his Persephone and he was your Hades.
“Tell me another story, Klaus,” you whispered into his ear as your laid against him.
“What do you want to hear about this time?” His body moved closer towards you as your fingers wandered through his hair.
“I want to hear about life in the 1920s.”
“The Roaring 20s, eh?” You could feel a low chuckle run through his stomach.
“That’s what they call it, nowadays.”
“I was a different back then, love,” he said quietly. “If you think that I’m dangerous now,you couldn’t bare to see me decades ago.”
“Well, then,” You turned his face to look towards you and gave him a friendly smile. “How about just the good parts?”
He swallowed and took a moment to think before answering. “There was no other decade like the 20s. The first World War had just ended and the cities were exhilarating, always stirring with life. Alcohol had been abolished in 1920, but if you knew the right people, you could still get your hands on it.
“What really made the decade so exciting was the clubbing. That’s when people really came to life. Big bands played for hours on end and flappers danced the night away. Somedays, I wish I could go back to those moments.”
“I wish I had the chance to experience the 20s.”
“You still have decades upon decades to experience, Y/N. Don’t get caught up in the past, especially if it’s not your own.” He smiled down at you as he teased you.
You try to smile back, but the enthusiasm wouldn’t stick. “That’s the thing Klaus..”
“What is it, love?”
“I… I want to spend years with you.”
He looked worried, knowing your words ran deeper than he could see. “And it would be my honor to spend the years with you.”
“In fact,” you pulled him closer, bringing his forehead to yours. “I would love to spend eternity to you.”
vampsandflappers: “Dat Ole Davil Dance … The devil dance comes from Tibet….” A photo spread about 1927′s THE DEVIL DANCER. Pictured is actress and dancer Gilda Gray, who coincidentally also popularized the shimmy in the twenties. The Devil Dancer is now considered lost.