This was written as part of getyourwordsout's Yahtzee challenge and to the prompt "Selcouth" (which means "(adj) strange, uncommon"). I've had to write 100-399 words to count for the challenge.
This is set in some AU where Klaus and Katherine are cordial and in a relationship. I dedicate this to all of my fellow Klatherine shippers and especially to the anons who message me on Tumblr letting me know I'm not alone on this boat.
summary: Klaus denies he's jealous. Katherine doesn't believe him.
i'm a survivor
part two: jealous
Klaus shrugs. "He was rude so I threatened to kindly kill him."
With a jut of her hip, she turns on the spot and keeps her gaze glued sharply to him as he walks away from her, shoulders slumped and arms swinging too exaggeratedly by his sides. He's uncomfortable.
"He bought me a drink, Klaus," Katherine says, rolling her eyes.
He drops into an armchair casually, draped within it like a king. But he refuses to look at her. Klaus never refuses to look at her when he has the chance to pin her down with an arrogant stare.
Keeping his gaze downcast, he picks at his pant leg.
After a moment, Katherine huffs in amusement. "You're jealous."
He scoffs. "I am most certainly not."
"Then look at me and tell me that," she says, brow arched in a challenge.
Picking at his jeans, he clears his throat and lifts his gaze to the ceiling with incredible interest. His dining room isn't as appealing as he's making it out to be.
Then, in a murmur: "I'm not jealous."
She laughs. "You were jealous last night and you're jealous now."
"I'm not. I'm disgusted." At the arch of her brow, he pushes himself roughly off the armchair to approach her. "Don't you dare look at me like that. I'll rip out your liver."
Her smile only widens. Stepping towards him, she places her palm flat against his chest. Then saccharinely, "It's okay to be jealous, Klaus. It's a natural human emotion to have."
At the purse of his lips, she turns on her heels, smiling as she walks away from him. Over her shoulder, she adds happily, "We're going out tonight for dinner. Did you want to come and scowl at him?"
His feet scuff against the ground. "In fact, yes!"