Maybe It’s Better This Way (Klaus x Reader)

Requested by anon. I love writing for Klaus but it can get very tricky since there are so many scenarios that have already been done and I try to do something that isn’t that much on the forefront if that makes sense. Enjoy!

P.S I suggest you read this while listening to George Michael- Careless Whisper cause it is based on the vibe of the song

Klaus dreaded seeing (y/n), not because he hated her- quite the opposite actually- he loved her so dearly that when she got caught caught in the crossfire between him and his wonderful father Mikael, his father used her as a weapon to weaken him, luckily she survived but the only reason she got to live was because Stefan had turned her. (Y/n) was one of the few people that appreciated humanity, it gave her a sense of grounding, reminded her that she was this little thing on this huge earth. When she turned it was the new world of possibilities and Klaus felt responsible, it all became so much for him, he felt like he had to be around her 24/7 and (Y/n) saw how controlling he had gotten even though she was immortal. 

One night she left, in the middle of the night like a ghost and left the country, no one new her whereabouts for a few decades. Until she showed up to help the Salvatore brothers and defend Elena, she was informed about what Elena’s blood meant to Klaus and she owed Stefan so she braced herself for going against the man that she loved.

In classic Niklaus Mikaelson style him and his siblings had decided to throw a ball and what better way to see your ex lover than her attending your party with your new nemesis? She even went to buy a dress for the occasion, she wanted to make an entrance, it was the first time he would see her again and if he daggered her she need to go out in style. The dress was an Off the Shoulder 3D Lace Flower Sweetheart Bridal Ball Gown in pastel blue, Stefan had made fun of her for choosing an actual wedding gown nevertheless fashion is fashion and when she laid eyes on it she couldn’t find it in her heart to skip it.

She walked in the mansion she knew very well with the company of Damon, who was also dressed to impress, (Y/n) and Damon shared their love for fashion and the dry and dark humor so she needed him to keep her up and running with his clever remarks. 

“You are trembling”

“That’s because I’m scared”

She admitted right before she stepped foot on the main room, looking around and letting all the memories flood her mind, it was like no one else was in the room, as the memories took form and she saw them two running around and being a couple. A lump in her throat started to form, making it hard to breath as she tried to swallow it down, squeezing Damon’s arm as a way to signal him for her weird mix of emotions.

“You’ll be alright, if he wanted to hurt you he would have found you ages ago”

“I suppose you are right, I need alcohol”

Klaus had seen her walk in, he was on the top of the stairs, hanging in the shadows with his brother Elijah, both of them stunned by (y/n) walking in the room, arms linked with none other than Damon Salvatore and looking as stunning as always.

“After all this time”

Elijah spoke first, understanding that his little brother was still trying to comprehend the situation that was unravelling right in front of his eyes. Klaus felt like time froze, everything else leaving his sight and it was only (y/n), walking in his home in her dress, not even walking to him it seemed like she was floating around like a fairy princess  that came to bless everyone with her existence. Her ethereal presence, her untouchable beauty, the way she seized to exist brought him to this indescribable state of shock, he couldn’t even express what he was feeling when he saw her.

“Brother, are you alright?”

“No”

He finally managed to utter out. Of course he wasn’t, he had imagined this so many times yet he never thought it would happen, he had accepted it, shoved his feelings back and tried to understand why she left and now here she was, strolling in and bringing back everything he had hid for all those years.

“You don’t have to talk to her”

“I want to Elijah… I must”

His legs moved on their own, with their target being on (y/n). He had no idea what he was going to say or how he was going to react, it didn’t matter, he just needed to be next to her, to hear her voice. His mind was clouded by millions of thoughts and questions that he wanted her to answer, if he managed to get them out. 

“(Y/n)”

He called for her as he stood behind her. She froze, thinking over her if it was too late to run or just pass out, her legs were already shaking so it wouldn’t be that hard to just collapse. The glass of champagne she had just grabbed reached her mouth for a big sip of encouragement before she slowly turned to face the man she had shared so much with. He looked as handsome as he had always been, yet the harsh stare brought her a wave of goosebumps.

“Hello Niklaus”

“Can you tell your friend to give us a minute?”

The word friend was filled with venom. He couldn’t understand why she had chosen him as a companion, another factor of his annoyance was that their appearance together meant they knew where she was and chose to not share that information with him. (Y/n) looked over at Damon and nodded, a sign that she felt confident enough to be alone with him, she wasn’t but she felt like she owed him that much. Damon excused himself and walked away to give them some privacy, he understood that the pressure that was put on (y/n) was a lot for one to handle, so if she needed a minute with the psychopath then he would gladly let her. 

“You’re here”

“Stefan asked me to come and… help him”

“Be honest with me love, he knows I would never hurt you so he wanted you as a secret weapon”

“You would never hurt me?”

It was a genuine question. He had every right to be mad at her, try to harm her and seek revenge in true Klaus style, everyday she wondered if it would be the day he came after her and tortured her or killed him. Now there they are, looking at one another and not knowing what to say 

“You think so low of me?”

“No, that’s not it”

“Dance with me”

He couldn’t take it any longer. This awkward conversation, her cold demeanor, his nervous side that was preventing him from grabbing her and kissing her in front of everyone. At least he would be able to touch her when they danced, He offered his hand and waited for a minute, (y/n) was caught off guard, the last thing in her mind was for Klaus to ask her to dance, she took two big gulps emptying the glass and left it to the side before she placed her hand in his and let him lead the way to the dancefloor.

As he brought her close to his chest he got a good whiff of her sour cherry perfume, it was so suiting, the only way he could describe it was like biting into a sweet juicy cherry your lover gave you and finding out it was poisonous. She smelled like a sweet death from your lovers hand, very fitting for the situation

“Your dress is exquisite”

“It’s a wedding gown”

“I always wondered what you would look like on our wedding day”

He said as he spun her around and brought her to him once more, leaving her speechless as her lips slightly parted in surprise. (Y/n) knew Klaus loved her dearly, still the subject of marriage had never been brought up, she didn’t blame him, the man was supposed to leave for all eternity, she worried more about him bringing up turning her to a vampire than a wedding ring. 

“Won’t you ask me why I left”

“No, I’d rather dance with you for a while, since I know I’m never going to dance like that again”

“Why not?”

“A dance is for the gentleman to show off his partner, make her feel special. No one is more special than you love”

“Stop please”

She felt tears cloud her eyes, tears that she refused to let them run down her cheek. As she rested her head on his shoulder and followed his lead, she let her love for him show for at least tonight. She had missed him so much, that his gentle nature felt like a drug that she would allow it to kill her. Klaus felt like he was in heaven, having her back in his arms was something he thought he would never experience ever again, this was a treat from above, even though she came in aid to something that did not work in his favor. 

“Maybe it’s better this way”

She whispered. She didn’t know if they would ever get back together, maybe in the future, she never thought he would take her back, so she held it together and did her best to enjoy her time. She looked up at him, her eyes making him feel like he was finally home, those sparkling eyes he had seen in his dreams, the eyes that every time they looked at him he felt weak.

“We could have been so good together”

“We’d hurt each other with the thing we want to say”

She replied back. Klaus was a man filled with pride, he loved her but he didn’t know how to love in a healthy way, at first she tried her best to understand and to help him, after the Mikael incident where he took all the blame things only got worst, he became vengeful, dark, his temper was extremely unstable and (y/n) was no angel. She winced at the memories of the things she had yelled in his face, she could be vicious and ruthless, her wicked tongue was her biggest weapon and the bullets wounded him deeply. 

“I should have know better than to hurt my only true friend, I wasted the chance that I was given”

“Please stay, for me”

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So Long, Farewell, Good Evening and Good Night!

Requested by an anon!

Warnings: Language

Klaus Hargreeves dating a shy reader would include…

• Klaus is the opposite of shy.
• He’s loud, he’s boisterous, he’s unapologetically himself. It’s a surprise that someone who is shy would fall in love with someone so distinctly the opposite.
• But opposites attract or so the saying goes.
• You meeting Klaus would be purely accidental. He prefers to hang out at parties, clubs, bars- places where he won’t be alone. Those places were not necessarily your scene.
• Shockingly, you met Klaus at a coffee shop. You were there to relax, do some reading and have a nice cup of coffee. Klaus was recovering from a hangover and smoking a cigarette outside.
• You bumped into him while leaving.
• It was like a twisted cliché.
• You spilled your drink on him, he jumped and you squealed.
• It was one big fucking mess.
• You were scared he was going to be angered and were surprised but relieved when he only laughed. “Wow, that really warmed me up. How’d you know I was cold?”
• You stared at him in confusion and embarrassment. “I am so sorry.”
• His voice was sweet and seemed to stay at the positive tone from before. “No, no, no. You’re more than good.”
• When you finally calmed you almost cried because Klaus looked completely… wrecked. If you had known him you would know Klaus couldn’t care about what he wore as long as it somewhat expressed himself and fit comfortably. But from your eye he looked… well… like he needed some help.
• You took him back to your apartment to give him something… no anything… to wear. He insisted it was okay but didn’t protest when you dragged him along.
• You didn’t speak much, instead listened to all of his stories and random thoughts that popped into his head.
• “You don’t talk much, do you?” he said, once it had been ten minutes and you still didn’t say a word.
• “No.” you replied. “Some people are better as listeners.”
• Klaus didn’t know what to say to that. He appreciated being listened to. He had never been listened to truly in his life but he also knew that sometimes people needed to be heard.
• When the two of you arrived at your apartment he took a skirt, a leather jacket and a band t-shirt and somehow managed to pull it off?
• “Well, now I owe you one.” he thought out loud.
• You laugh. “You don’t owe me anything, Klaus. I owed you.”
• “Yeah and now I owe you. Or maybe we can just agree that me owing you is me trying to say I would like to hang out with you again?”
• His words flustered you. “Really?”
• “Of course!” he said. “Maybe I can be the listener in your life.”
• He left after that and he left you stunned at the sudden wisdom.
• Soon after the two of you went out together often.
• Klaus did indeed become the listener in your life. He was rather good at it too. He pushed you out of your comfort zone but somehow managed to make it comfortable just by being there beside you.
• He fit right into the crazy and unfamiliar but he was familiar to you so… it was an odd but comfortable balance.
• Book stores were an interesting feat due to the fact that Klaus had a short attention span. However, if he did ever roam off you could find him in the manga aisle scrolling through the comic-like books.
• “We should start watching anime.”
• “I mean… sure.”
• If Klaus ever did take you to a bar (the only place of his you’d ever step foot in) he made sure to introduce you to his nice friends. You’d soon fall into conversation and he’d smile knowing that you were happy.
• Cooking together was interesting because Klaus was surprisingly good at it and you… not so much. He’d teach you and it was the one time he was calm. His fingers were made to work quick and cutting up peppers and onions fell along those lines.
• He’s very affectionate but in odd ways. He loves giving you flowers or little things that remind him of you (anything ranging from a penny, to a ticket stub to a candy wrapper).
• *** Cheek kisses
• Watching movies together but only as long as Klaus could make commentary (he is definitely the type of person who likes to make funny or sarcastic comments during movies… cough, cough **me)
• But most of all, Klaus made you feel special.
• “Remember, when you said you were more of a listener?”
• “Yeah, Klaus. I remember.”
• “Well, I like hearing your voice.”
• “Thanks, Klaus. It’s all because of you, you know.”
• “Really? I’m glad then. I like listening to the Y/N show.”
• “The Y/N show?” you laugh.
• “Yup. The Y/N show. You’re the star.”
• “Then you’re the producer.”
• “Of course. And I’ll get to announce at the end of each night. That’s the end of the Y/N show! So long! Farewell! Good evening and Good Night!”
• “I love you.”
• “Of course you should. I’m ending your show.”

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Grand Piano

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x gn!Reader

Word Count: 500+ (blurb)

Warnings: None

A/N: heads up… I’m not “back” (i say this now but watch i swear to god) this was sitting in the drafts and i read it and impulsively decided to publish it and… yeah.

Summary: Shaky fingers become steady hands once they dance across the keys of a piano forte.

You and Klaus Hargreeves had one thing in common and that was the slight twitch of your fingers.

Klaus, for one, has always hated his. It was a natural twitch that only got worse after the use of drugs and other mind-altering substances. His father deemed it “pathetic” and an “annoyance” whenever he drummed his fingers against the table at lunch.

Your twitch, however, had managed to become something beautiful when out to good use by your own supportive parents. Klaus was thoroughly enjoying the beauty now as your fingers lightly danced across piano keys in the stormy silence of the academy.

His head sat on your shoulder as you played sweet melodies and occasional sad fortes. A smile lay steadily on your face, eyes melting into the keys. The cloudy skies that awaited at the window merely faded away with the drawn out echoes of the piano.

Klaus knew that the silence in the house meant all his siblings were listening. He’d bet Vanya was hidden behind a column with curiosity raging inside her as she inquired in joining in with her violin. Perhaps Diego would pause in his training and Luther and Allison would stop their secret rendezvous to listen to the quiet player at the stairs.

You brought peace and comfort, something Klaus was eternally grateful for.

When you finished your piece, fixing his hair with a now steady hand and a soft smile. He flushed as you did so. “That was amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you chuckled, eyes roaming down to his own trembling fingers. You take them in yours, lightly moving them to hover over the keys. Klaus gulped, the proximity of his face to yours nerve-wracking. He could make out the curve of your jaw and the small difference in the hues of each strand of hair. “Can I teach you?”

He nodded softly. “Yeah, sure. By all means.”

You grin, pressing his fingers down on two keys for the chords, guiding his other hand to play the melody. A euphoric sound mused from the instrument causing his heart to flutter in awe, looking down at his own typically twitching fingers that had evoked the sound.

Klaus was starting to understand why you enjoyed playing so much.

The impromptu lesson continued on with your side pressed against his as you played small portions of the song for him to imitate. Klaus’ playback was as expected… quite choppy. The keys didn’t quite sing the same way as you made them but even so the moment was beautiful. The uneven playing made your heart tug as you remembered when you had first discovered the secrets and comforts of piano keys.

And now you were teaching them to Klaus Hargreeves who was slowly growing entranced with his own child-like dance across the forte.

When he finished the piece you taught him, playing it through hesitantly, he gazed at you with wide eyes. “How did I do?”

You grinned, an honest answer leaving your lips. “You did perfect, Klaus.” you pushed a hand through his messy hair. “It was perfect.”

Klaus grinned, his heart skipping twice as he laid his head on your shoulder once more, listening keenly as you picked up another gracefully soft melody to lull him to a peaceful daze with.

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