𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝐍.𝐌 (𝟏𝟖+)

.𝟏𝟎 | 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦!

*Y/n Maximoff*
Pure fury and sadness was what I was currently feeling. I was trying to console myself so I didn't seem so...so childish and ridiculous to Niklaus. I wasn't quite sure what more I could do as I could see the Salvatore Boarding house.

I land in a crouching position before I stand again. I sigh as I head inside the house. I avoid my friends who were in the living room and head upstairs to my room. I open the door, locking it as I close it.

Niklaus sits up from where he was reading as if he knew I wasn't in the best of moods. He set his book aside, looking at me with concern. His eyes read me like an open book. It was unfair. I never stood a chance against him. He will always know me.

"What's the matter, love?" He asks.

I was walking back and forth, trying to control my emotions. If I do not console myself, I'll have an accident where I lose control of my powers. Been there, done that and I'm not about to do it again. Especially since Niklaus is in the room. I let a deep breath out that I didn't know I was holding.

"Elijah! He tricked me and said there was a witch behind me. He got the reaction he wanted for training purposes, but I got upset. I was scared because...I've constantly been looking over my shoulder. I don't want the trouble I'm in to harm the ones I care about either." I ramble.

I meant it truly. If my family and friends got hurt because of these witches, I would forever feel guilty. They matter more to me than myself. If I need to sacrifice myself in order for all of them to be safe...I would do it.

I think I was scaring Niklaus with the amount of pacing I was going. I was aware that my hands would occasionally glow red. They were shaking. My emotions were getting the best of me and I was quite sure what to do. I know I needed to calm down quickly before things escalate...but I didn't quite know how.

Klaus leans forward, processing the information. A look of anger washes over his features. It was an anger directed at Elijah, not me.

"I'm going to kill him." he mutters before his dark blue eyes flicker to me, "Love, it's okay. He shouldn't of done that. Come here, you did hold up your end of the deal."

I couldn't help the large grin that spread across my face. I jump onto the bed, my head ending up on his lap. He laughs softly, looking down at me as he gently runs his fingers through my hair.

"I wanna watch something scary!" I exclaim.

"Love, you don't like scary movies. Remember?" He laughs and I shrug shyly.

I figured out what could calm me so quickly...Niklaus Mikaelson. This man better not ever make me angry or I will go bonkers on him. He is my tranquility in the mix of all of this chaos.

He grabs the remote and flicks the TV on before we decide on a horror film. As the movie progressed, I realized that I should've listened to him. He was right. I don't like horror movies, in fact...I hate them. I was curled up in a ball, laying between his legs. My head was rested on his abdomen. He was leaned against the headboard, running his fingers through my hair. I hear the loud scary music and I pull the blankets closer to my neck.

"Love?" He asks softly.

I look up before I move so I was sitting up. I was straddling his lap, looking at him with a soft look. His hands rested on my hips. Man have I missed them there. He tried to move me down his legs just slightly, but it didn't go unnoticed. I could feel the bulge in his pants. I move so I was sitting right over it. I tried to play innocent as if I didn't know what I was doing to him.

I bit my lip as I feign confusion rather than smiling as I watch his eyes roll back. He squeezes his eyes shut before opening them and focusing on me.

"Yeah?" I question softly.