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Prompt: Imagine being the only one who can calm Klaus down when he's in a murderous rage.

Note:

Y/N): your name

(s/c): skin color

(e/c): eye color

"Y/N!" Elijah's voice rang through the Abattoir full of barely restrained anger.

You rolled your eyes and put down the bags you were holding. You had just gotten back from a long day of shopping with Rebekah and all you wanted to do was lay in bed and relax. But in the Mikaelson household, there was no such thing as relaxing.

Rebekah gave you a 'good-luck' smile and took the bags from your arms to take them up to her room. You sighed and turned to face Elijah. His face was contorted with annoyance and his lips were set in a thin line. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his jaw was clenched.

"What now?" You asked with annoyance laced in your voice.

"Niklaus," he simply said.

You sighed. Of course. The only thing that could make Elijah this annoyed and make his gentlemanly personality falter. "What did my homicidal hybrid boyfriend do now?"

"Niklaus is determined to slaughter a group of witches who are annoying him," Elijah replied. "I tried to talk some sense into him but, unsurprisingly, my brother is hard headed. I was thinking that you would better luck."

"Elijah, if you couldn't get through to him I doubt that I can," You said.

"Y/N, I think you underestimate the influence you gave on my brother," Elijah said.

"Fine, I'll try but I can't promise I'll have results," You warned. You turned away from the noble original and crossed the room to the stairs that would lead to the floor where Klaus's room was located. You waved away the thanks that Elijah called after you and made your way to the familiar door. Once you arrived at Klaus's room you knocked on the closed door softly and when your only reply was a grunt you opened the door. Klaus was on the floor with a canvas in front of him and he was painting furiously.

He was obviously letting out his repressed anger without breaking things in his room. He had started to this because the last time he was mad and had started breaking things, Hope had walked in and had gotten scared. After some comforting from her father she had made him promise not to do it again. Unsurprisingly, he agreed immediately.

"Elijah, I thought I told you to leave me alone," Klaus said without turning to face you. He sounded irritated and annoyed.

You smiled and crossed your arms while leaning on the door frame. "Well lucky for you, I'm not Elijah. I'm much prettier."

Immediately after hearing your voice he turned to face you, not only turning his head but turning his whole body. That's one thing you liked about Klaus, even if he was mad at someone else he would always give you his full attention when you asked for it. The scowl that had previously been on his face fell and his blue eyes softened as he took in your appearance. He set the brush down in a bowl of water, careful not to stain the carpet, and got up from his place on the floor. He walked over to you and took your hands in his, his large hands almost completely enveloping yours. "My love," he said, his voice losing the sharpness it once had. "I thought you were out with Rebekah."

You smiled and pushed yourself off from the door frame so you were standing up straight. You squeezed his hands and momentarily forgot the reason you had come up here and just relished in being in his presence. "I was but we just got back."

"And what did you buy? You mentioned a new book you were interested in," Klaus pressed. He led you to his bed where he sat with you on the edge of the bed so the two of you wouldn't be uncomfortably standing while you talked.

"I bought the book and a new-" You started but stopped when you remembered your conversation with Elijah. "I'll tell you later, something more important has come up."

Klaus frowned. "What could be more important than listening to how your day went?"

Your heart swelled at his words. You two might have been dating for a long time but he still found ways to make you gush with happiness. No, Y/N, not the time to swoon over Klaus, you can do that later. Time to do what you told Elijah you would do. So you reigned in your school girl giddiness and deemed a more serious expression. "Well how about how your day went? And your plans for today. Specifically having to do with going around and murdering witches."

Klaus's small fell and he sighed. "Elijah told you didn't he? Bloody hell can nothing stay private in this family?"

You laughed softly at his exasperation. "No, nothing can. And even if Elijah hadn't told me, you are obviously in the mood to rip a couple hearts out," you said and pointed to Klaus's unfinished painting laying on the ground.

Klaus shrugged with a cheeky smile. "What can I say, I get side effects when I go cold turkey."

You hit his shoulder and scowled at his joke, "Klaus, I'm serious. You can't just go around killing people, there are consequences."

"I can't help it, they are annoying pricks," Klaus said. He shrugged and laid down on the on the bed. He put his hands under his head and smirked smugly. "And I am the original hybrid, nothing they do could possibly hurt me." Klaus was radiating confidence and pride.

"You might not be able to directly get hurt but what about the people you love? What about Hope?" You asked sternly. "You have other people to think about now, Klaus. You can't go around being reckless." Klaus's smile fell but he didn't say anything so you continued. "She may be powerful but she is still a child. She needs her father to protect her and be there and you can't do that if one of your enemies gets to you." You turned to look down at him and touch his hand. Your eyes shimmered with emotion. "I love you, Klaus, and I would never ask you to become a different person but you have to stop being so reckless and kill anyone who says something about you, cause if you haven't noticed, people don't really like you around here so they will always talk bad about you. You just have to learn to ignore it."

Klaus sighed and pulled you gently down on the bed so you were laying next to him. He snuggled closer closer to you and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You two stayed there for some time until you felt Klaus nod his head. "Very well my love," he said. "I will spare their lives but a little torture isn't too bad."

You scowled and hit his chest. "Klaus," You warned.

You could feel the vibrations coming from his chest produced by his laughter. "I'm joking," he reassured. "I won't vent my anger by hurting them. Anyway, I thought of a better way to to relieve my anger."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

Klaus started to glide his fingertips over the exposed skin on your shoulder. You shuddered at the action and blushed. "Well, love, let's just say by the time we're finished you'll be too tired to go out with Rebekah tonight," he said.

Your breathed hitched in the back of your throat. "And why's that?" You asked breathlessly.

"Well, you can't dance on sore legs." Klaus leaned his head down so that it was hidden in the crook of your neck and pressed his lips against the (s/c) skin.

You gasped and Klaus chuckled lowly at your reaction. "I think I like this way of coping," you said.

Klaus pressed a kiss to your cheek and pulled away to look into your (e/c) eyes and smile. "Me too," he agreed.