another short little thing I wanted to get out today. for the purpose of this fic, Kol is dead but can be brought back. this is the first time klaus has his humanity off and let’s say he gets it back this quickly. fluff and slight angst, fyi.
(no gifs are mine!!)
“Niklaus Mikaelson, how many times do I have to tell you this?” You scream, running from the kitchen over to the living room and nearly bumping into Klaus.
“What is it with all the ruckus, love? What have I done now?” Klaus walks into the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
“What have you done?” You grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen while he clutches the towel.
“Love, if this towel falls, I won’t pick it up,” Klaus presses his face against your head and you pull away, pointing at the mess on the floor.
“Klaus what is this?” You let go of him and cross your arms over your chest.
“Oh, this,” he chuckles, unashamed by the sight before him. “Your little friends will wake up before you know it. Oh, and those others girls are still alive… I think.”
“You THINK?!” You rush over to said girls and press your fingers against their neck. “God damn it, Nik. They’re dead.”
“Oops?” He shrugs and grabs a bottle of water. “This no humanity deal is great.”
“Look, Niklaus. I know that this is the first time you’ve ever turned your humanity off, but you need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen! Please!” You sigh, looking at Klaus with furrowed brows.
“You know this is all your fault, right?” He raises his brows at you and you curse under your breath.
“Yes, I know, Nik, but–”
“No buts! I turned off my humanity because you left me. You turned your back on me when I needed you,” he shrugs and looks at you unapologetically.
“I didn’t have a choice!” You yell, walking over to the man you once loved. “I had to walk away from you. You practically placed Kol on his deathbed. If you can do that to your own flesh and blood, how do I know you wouldn’t do that to me? Kol was trying to make things right! HE DIED FOR YOU, FOR YOUR FAMILY! HE DIED FOR HOPE, NIKLAUS!”
“MY BROTHER WILL BE AVENGED!” Klaus throws the water bottle away, breaking a window in the process. “I will avenge my brother, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“You can’t avenge Kol this way. You can’t avenge him if all you do is throw dead people on my kitchen floor. Maybe you need to let me go to avenge Kol. You can plot your revenge on me afterwards, I don’t care Klaus,” you shrug, finally meeting Klaus’s golden specs. “Find a way to bring Kol back and make things right. And then you two can plot ways to get rid of me.”
“What did you just say?” Klaus whispers, eyes narrowed as he walks closer to you.
“I said bring Kol back and plot ways to get rid of me. I’ll work around your killer plans, pun intended,” you let out a light chuckle, unable to meet Klaus’s dark gaze.
“You think I’d kill you? That I’d let Kol kill you or that he’d let me? Are you out of your mind?” His voice is lower than before, sending chills down your spine.
“All I’m saying is I’d rather have that happen than you mope around like this. I’m sorry I left Klaus. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but I’m not important right now. Kol is–”
“How can you say that?” Klaus curses under his breath and runs a hand down his face. “I love you, Y/N. That’s why I’m so hung up on you! That’s why it hurt me so much when you left. That’s why it hurts when you think I had a hand in Kol’s death. I would never kill my siblings. You know that.”
You stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to react after Klaus’s little confession. He tilts his head to face you, a sea of turmoil in his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers again and you see the humanity switch turn back on, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Y/N, I’m so–I’m so sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, I prom–”
“Hey, hey,” you whisper and walk up to Klaus, gently cupping his face and forcing him to look into your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Really?” He whispers, an impish grin forming on his face.
“Really,” you chuckle and press your lips against his briefly. “I love you.”
Sometimes, I think my life is one big soap opera.
Then I remember that I had my first kiss when I was like three with this kid named Clay who was a year older than me and last I heard from him, he was in a coma after wrecking his car at 90 miles per hour running away from the police.
And then I realize that my life is not a soap opera.
It’s an anime.
O Hamlet: my character sees your character’s ghost.
There were a lot of things that sucked in this world, but you thought that having a ghostly boyfriend was the worst of them all.
Of course, tragedies weren’t like cups of flour. They couldn’t be measured out in teaspoons or cups, so you had no way of labelling yours with an objective number value. On a scale of runaway pet dog to world hunger, where does an undead, spectral boyfriend fit in? But you supposed that it didn’t really matter. Grief was subjective, so if you said that yours was the worst, then the world would simply have to accept it and leave it at that.
Not that you weren’t justified in your line of reasoning. When your lover was a semi-transparent spirit who was able to walk through solid objects and hang suspended in the air, probably anybody would have agreed with you and said how, mildly speaking, freaking miserable it was. There were so many things you wanted to do together, but death stood in the way of them all. You couldn’t touch. You couldn’t kiss. You couldn’t do the- ahem- unmentionables, which was absolute torture when you both were horny and aching for some good ol’ fashioned release (it had both amused and impressed you to learn that yes, ghostly boners were actually a thing).