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Klaus

klaus mikaelson imagine | you’re the salvatore's sister

| requests [closed to catch-up]

words: 1075
warnings: threats of death and violence
prompt: [requested by anon]  Idk if requests are open bc your bio and header are giving kind of mixed messages but if they are, could you do a klaus mikaelson imagine where the reader is salvatore sister please !!!! Thank you 💞 

You entered your bedroom when a hand was placed over your mouth and you were pulled into someone’s body. You would recognise the scent of him anywhere and your tensed body softened as you turned around to face Klaus Mikaelson.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, pretending to be angry though you and him both knew you would always be glad to see him. “If my brothers find out—”

“Yes, yes,” he rolled his eyes, sounding bored, “they’ll burn me at the stake and use my skin to make their lampshades. You’re forgetting the part where they can’t kill me, love. I’m not afraid of your brothers.”

You had been in a secret relationship with Klaus for months now, too afraid to tell Damon and Stefan because you knew they wouldn’t approve—and that was an understatement. You shook your head now, letting him pull you close again so your foreheads would have been touching if he wasn’t so much taller than you.

“You should be. They’ll never let us be together if they find out. They’d sooner die.”

“Then die they shall,” he teased.

You flashed him an unimpressed look, pulling out of his grasp and sitting on your bed.

“Come on, [Y/N]. I’m joking. I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you.” He sat beside you, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you softly. You allowed him to, returning his kisses more passionately a few moments later until he was lying on top of you on the bed, ready to take his shirt off. That was, until you heard your door slamming open.

Damon and Stefan stood in the doorway, glaring with furrowed brows and balled fists as they took in the sight of you and Klaus.

You shuffled into a sitting position quickly, pushing Klaus off you so he almost fell off the bed. “Do you mind? You can’t just barge into my room!”

“I can if there’s a psychopathic hybrid in here with you,” Damon replied through gritted teeth. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

Before you knew it, Stefan had flown across the room and grabbed Klaus by his shirt, slamming him against the wall until it made a dent in the plaster. “What do you want with my sister?”

“Let him go,” you ordered, standing up in an attempt to pull Stefan away. He wouldn’t budge, his green eyes frozen on Klaus’s smirking face. You hated that he was enjoying this after all of the warnings you had given him.

“Yes, love,” Klaus answered in your direction. “Isn’t it time we told your dear brothers the truth?”

You scowled at him, your gaze returning to Damon.

“Answer the question, [Y/N],” he demanded.

You sighed, hanging your head in shame. “Klaus and I … We’ve been seeing one another … in secret.”

“Has he been taking advantage of you?” Stefan asked, slamming Klaus into the wall again. “What was she to you, some kind of game you could play to get to us?”

“No!” You and Klaus said simultaneously.

“It isn’t like that,” you whispered. “We’re … in love. We’re together. In a relationship.”

Damon scoffed at this, crossing his arms over his chest. “Like hell you are.”

“It’s true,” Klaus added, his voice cracking from Stefan’s arm at his neck. “I love your sister. As much as I would love to torture you, it was never about that. If it was, I certainly wouldn’t have hidden it, would I? Now, we both know I’m very capable of fighting back, so how about you kindly remove your arm from my neck and we can talk about this like civilised adults.”

Stefan obeyed, though he didn’t look happy as he became eye level with Klaus. “And you expect us to believe you’re telling the truth?”

“I expect nothing. The only person I care to prove myself to is her, and clearly I am not doing too bad a job.”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” you said, “and I certainly don’t expect you to approve. But you can’t stop this. I will choose who I love, and I choose Klaus. I’m sorry if that hurts you.”

“After everything he’s done, you’re just going to betray us for him?” Stefan asked, hurt pooling in his eyes as he turned to look at you. “He’s a monster.”

“We’re all monsters,” you replied calmly. “You think you and Damon are any better? You think I’m any better? We’ve all killed. We’ve all caused pain. I chose to see what lay underneath all that, just like Elena did for you. I liked what I saw.”

“And will you still like it when he rips your heart out?” Damon snapped, his anger still evident.

“That won’t happen,” Klaus replied, standing in front of you as though protecting you from their judgement. “That will never happen. You have my word.”

“Your word means nothing.”

“Perhaps not, but why else would I be here if not for love? I have given my heart to her—do you think that is something I do often? I am not interested in harming you anymore. I am only interested in your sister’s happiness. If you are, too, you would see that what we’re saying is true, and that getting in the way of it will only make her unhappy.”

Stefan’s gaze fell to you. “And you trust him?”

“I do,” you nodded.

“Then it’s your own funeral.” With that, he walked out of the door, leaving only Damon standing in his wake.

“If you hurt her,” he growled, “I will kill you myself. I don’t care if it wipes out the entire bloodline. Do you hear me?”

Klaus smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Loud and clear.”

Damon nodded, leaving and allowing the door to slam shut behind him.

You let out a sigh of relief, putting your head in your hands. “That could have gone worse, I suppose.”

“Well, there are no severed limbs scattered about the place. That’s a win in my books,” he joked, his fingers curling around your wrist so that you were forced to look at him. His expression was no longer taunting—it was grave. “I will prove to them that this is real. They will see that I would never harm you. They will see that I love you–with every fibre of my being.”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as he left a kiss on your forehead.

“I believe you.”