𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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She woke up feeling an arm draped around her.
Klaus Mikaelson was curled up beside her, a rare peaceful smile on his face as he held her gently. The sight made her smile in spite of herself. He looked... innocent like this. Almost boyish. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy it—until reality crept back in.
She still hadn't forgiven him. Not entirely. Not after sleeping with that redheaded witch. Things were better between them now, less volatile, but she wasn't ready to get emotionally entangled again. Not when she had lost Jared, Eve, and most of all—her brother. She didn't even know how to breathe without the hope of seeing him again. She needed time.
Their relationship had never needed words. It had been natural, instinctive, something that just was. And she had cared deeply—still did. They were too alike, both fractured and misread by the world, both wounded by fathers who should've protected them.
With a sigh, Elizabeth gently lifted Klaus's arm from around her waist and pushed him—rather unceremoniously—out of bed. He hit the floor with a startled grunt.
"What the hell—!" he exclaimed, blinking up in confusion before he registered her unimpressed glare.
The pregnant siphoner sat up, arms crossed tightly, looking at him like he'd snuck an extra biscuit from the cookie jar. Klaus rolled his eyes.
"Was that really necessary?" he grumbled, rising from the floor and brushing imaginary dust off his pants. "Most women would kill to wake up in my arms, sweetheart. And you used to be one of them, if memory serves."
He smirked, recalling her breathless moans, the way she used to cling to him in the dark. But instead of swooning, she narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, it was necessary," she said, unapologetic. "I said no funny business. You were clinging like a bloody octopus."
Klaus clutched his heart in mock offense. "Funny business? I was cuddling you."
She snorted. "Oh, please. You were trying to suffocate me with affection."
"Admit it," he teased, flashing that infuriating smirk. "You enjoyed it."
"Nope." She grinned sweetly. "I won't lie. That would be mean. And just to be clear—there was no devil's tango, and there won't be. You've got your demon-witch for that."
"Genevieve?" Klaus scoffed. "That was nothing. Bland as porridge. I ended things with her ages ago. You have nothing to worry about."
"Oh, so now that you're not getting your kicks with the redhead, you think I'll pick up the slack?" she said, mock-offended. "Newsflash: I am not some rebound toy for little Klausy."
