𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝐍.𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

.𝟎𝟕 | 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

*Y/n Maximoff's POV*
I truly dreaded the mornings. I tried so hard to find something good about the mornings. But, what was there? Getting up early? Bluh! Five days of the week I was going to school. Two days that are suppose to be my off days were spent training early in the mornings. I really never catch a break.

I try so hard to ignore the door opening. Which Salvatore brother was it? I discreetly sniff the air and grimace as it was Stefan. Broody, moody Stefan.

Damon would eventually give up. Weekends are my favorite when he gets me up and gives up because I can sleep in. But, of course...he sent this serious Gramps in. Oh sweet heavens, help me.

"Y/n, it's time to get up." Stefan says.

No...if I miss today...I won't have to deal with teachers being mean to me. I won't have to deal with some of the kids who were picking on me because I truly was confused.

"I'm sick." I say, faking a cough as I peek an eye open at him.

He was leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He tried so hard to keep a serious face, but a small smile broke out on his face.

"Cupcake...your a werewolf-witch hybrid. You don't get sick." He says, laughing quietly.

A door opens down stairs and I hear two heartbeats added to the mix of the house.

"I'm here! And...so is Niklaus!" Elijah calls.

Noooooooo...if Elijah is here...he's going to go harder on me in our training sessions. And if Niklaus is here...the man is going to steal the rest of my heart.

"Be down soon! A certain werewolf-witch hybrid says she's sick!" Stefan calls.

I glare at him, but that bloody bastard had the audacity to grin at me. Oh no...what could he have planned.

*3rd POV*
Damon leads Elijah and Niklaus to the living room and motions them to take a seat.

"You can take a seat seeming as the she-devil is choosing to try and miss school again." He says.

Elijah and Niklaus sit. Elijah had a face of confusion and Niklaus quietly stared at his coffee. In his long life, he's never once felt nervous like this for a woman.

"Is she still not adjusting to the school life?" Elijah questions.

Your scream catches the ears of the three men. Damon motions the two tense Mikaelson's that this was fine and normal. You were thrown over Stefan's shoulder and you beat at his back.

"Put me down you Salvawhore! I didn't consent to this!" You shout angrily.

You reach the living room and he sat you down on the small two-seater couch. You start pouting, glaring at him through your eyelashes. He chuckles quietly, quickly using a hand to swipe over his face to gain a serious composure.

"Cupcake, come on. School isn't even that bad." He says.

"You're smart! You don't get it!" You whine, clearly upset and distressed with school.

You lay on your side as you curl into a ball.

"Y/n, you only have a few months left. It'll be fine. You're smart...you just don't want to try." Elijah says.

"Traitor and a liar, how very noble of you." You grumble.

You see a cup of coffee in Niklaus's hands. The cup of coffee he was staring intensely at. You grab his coffee gently and he looks at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. He knew what to expect already as you took a sip and your face twists with disgust.

"This is terrible!" You exclaim, handing it back to him.

"Well love, this one is mine. I was waiting for a good morning before giving you the treat I brought." He says, his smile growing.

He looks down at his lap, aware those in the room were intensely watching you and him. More so him as many haven't seen him act this way...vulnerable...in love...carefree.

"Is it ice cream?" You ask, opening your eyes.

"Ice cream isn't a good breakfast, love. I thought we talked about this before." He chuckles, looking at you intensely.

Embarrassment was what you felt as heat flushed to your cheeks. Your mind flashes back to that conversation.

You were in a button up shirt of his when you followed him down to the kitchen. You were waiting for him to question why you were still here. But, after the first few times...he stopped asking. He seemed to want you around more and more.

"Alright love, what would you like for breakfast?" He asks as he looks in the fridge.

"Ice cream?" You question hopeful.

"Ice cream!? Love! Please tell me you don't actually eat that for breakfast." He teases as he closes the fridge and he turns around.

He could tell you were dead serious. You had a habit of playing with your hands when you were nervous. You shifted from foot to foot as you looked at the ground. He rounds the kitchen island and lifts you onto it. He lifts your chin to make you both look at each other.

"Do you?" He questions.

"Yeah." You mumble.

"Oh love, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I thought you were fibbing with me. I simply think that you...this beautiful, crazy, silly woman...deserves a proper...big...breakfast as ice cream is not a breakfast fit for you...a Queen." He murmurs against your lips.

"Ice cream is yummy though." You grumble and he grins, tucking hair behind your ears.

"Love...yummy it may be, I don't want you eating ice cream as breakfast anymore. Okay? Only as a treat. I'll make you a big delicious breakfast...before I get my treat for breakfast." He murmurs with a grin.

You see the black veins protrude from under his eyes. It had been awhile since he had fed. You reach your hands up and cup his face, giving him a shy smile and a nod. You knew he feared he'd hurt you when he fed. He'd never admit it, but you could see it in his eyes.

"And I'll have ice cream as my treat." You say and he laughs softly, kissing your racing pulse softly.

"Of course. Then after our small treats, I believe we are the main course dessert. Hopefully you don't mind." He murmurs.

"I want to be on top this time." You pout and he laughs.

"Of course, my love. Only for a round though." He says.

"Only for a round." You confirm.

"Your right! You said no ice cream for breakfast...good morning. I'm sorry for being a grouch...hug?" You ask.

You smile widely as you stand and open your arms up. It was the same big, shy smile he fell head over heels for.

"Good morning, love." He murmurs as he stands.

He pulls you into a hug, holding you close. A wave of relief washed over him. You were actually here. You smile as he deeply inhales. You smelt just as you had a century ago. You were here, in his arms. You were his Y/n Maximoff. In the flesh and blood.

"She's a whole different person with him." Damon mumbles.

"Follow me, love." Klaus says as he pulls away reluctantly.

You follow behind him to go outside. You see Starbucks on the little table.

"You didn't have to Klaus...how much was it? I can pay you back." You say.

"No, no...I don't want you to pay me. It's a treat." He says.

"Thank you..." You murmur as you both take a seat.

As you rambled on and on about random things, he smiled. Your eyes were shining bright just as your smile. Everything began to make since to him.

You were his sun, and he was your moon.

You were the talker, and he was the listener.

You asked with words, and he asked with his eyes.