The Originals Prefrences And Imagines

Frightened (Klaus) Male Reader

Male reader
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"I've always accepted this kind of thing," Klaus looked down, "but it's quite different when you are this kind of thing."

"I get it," Freya breathed, "More than you know. What's his name?"

Klaus stared out the window.

"Saying his name makes it even more real," Klaus closed his eyes, "I don't think...I don't think I can keep talking about this. Freya, leave me be."
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"Klaus?" You called as you walked into the compound, "Klaus."

"Y/n," Klaus appeared in front of you, "What are you doing in here?"

"Well, you were ignoring me," You raised a brow, "And I wanted to see why."

"I'm not ignoring you, Lo-" he caught himself.

He looked terrified.

"I need to go," Klaus turned to leave.

You caught his arm. He turned back and stared at your hand.

"Why are you acting like this," You stepped closer.

Klaus stepped back, his eyes wide.

"I don't understand," He murmured, "Why are you so....you contort my mind, you make me feel things I cannot begin to understand. Things I have only ever felt for a woman and I don't want to admit them."

You froze shocked, you placed your hand on his cheek, your heart pounding.

"I'm frightened," he whispered leaning into your hand.

"Don't be," you pushed your lips onto his.

It was sweet and gentle, his stubble scratching your skin. You held his head in your hands. Klaus stood still, you could feel him hesitating.

"Don't be scared," You pulled back, "You fight scarier monsters everyday. I shouldn't scare you."

"I know you shouldn't, love," Klaus frowned, bringing his hand to his lips, "That felt...the same but different...everything is new but old."

You gave a small chuckled, you caught his hand. You brought it up to your lips and kissed it tenderly.

"You don't need to be afraid of me...ever," You gave him a small smile, you put your lips back onto his more fiercely.

He kissed back with both curiosity and passion.

You smirked.
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Klaus staggered into his sisters room, clothes crinkled, sex hair and all. He had a wide and goofy smile on his face.

"Freya! Sister," He croaked.

He coughed twice and tried again.

Freya walked up to him with a concerned look, but it was like the way one would look at a child when they knew said child had stolen chocolate.

"Yes, Niklaus," Freya smirked.

"His name is Y/n."