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The story of your association with the one and only Klaus Mikaelson was two years ago and it had not lacked danger and exhilaration by any means.
You first came to him because you thought the witches had gone too far and you were more than happy to aid him detain that backstabbing bunch. It did not matter that you were half witch, not possessing any magic hadn’t stopped you from learning anything and everything you could about the subject. You had read more books and articles than your head of coven. The witches didn’t pay much attention to you, and those qualities and your unique vast of knowledge made you a valuable asset to the hybrids plans and your own.
Eventually in the span of two years you had become more than merely acquaintances. You had helped protect his child and had believed him when nobody else would. You had stood by him time after time, not because of blind loyalty or the fact that he was indeed, the strongest creature known to men, but because you had seen sense in the hybrids plans when others saw only chaos.
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“NiKlaus,” you stepped into the living room to find the subject of your search lounging on a nearby sofa, a book on his lap. You took a breath and stood in front of the hybrid, “I require some assistance.”
He did not take his eyes off his book. “That is what my brother is for.”
You sighed. “If I wanted your brothers help, I would’ve asked him in the first place, now wouldn’t I?”
He did not respond, still focused on his page.
You bit your lip before you said: “I want to learn how to use a gun. Will you teach me? ”
He glanced up, “Why?”
“After two years of getting involved with your family, I want to be prepared to defend myself. I won’t always have vampires to ensure my safety.”
“There are other options of weaponry that do not require me wasting my time.”
“As you may have noticed, I very well cannot carry a sword around.” You nervously chuckled.
“What makes you think I know how to use anything other than my bare hands?”
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t need to use it to know how it functions, NiKlaus.”
“You’re right,” He shut his book with a loud snap. “We begin tomorrow.” He said as he stood and walked off, and you only had time to mutter a thanks.
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Another shot echoed through the Mikaelson compound. “Again,” Klaus ordered, making you huff before aiming the gun and firing a shot.
“Your timing is as awful as ever NiKlaus, my arms and ears hurt, I want to go to sleep. It’s not even six in the morning!” You exclaimed, turning to the hybrid.
“Why are you suddenly childish?” He asked,Smirking, “As I recall, you were the one that insisted I be your instructor.”
“That,“ you blew your hair out of your face, ”was an awful miscalculation on my part. The only thing you did was to show me how to load it!” You sighed, “and I’m not childish, just human,” You justified before turning and firing a shot. It missed the target terribly and Klaus took a breath, looking at your failed attempt.
“Fire one perfect shot and I will let you go to sleep,” The hybrid said and it almost made you stomp your foot.
“My arms are aching!”
Klaus shrugged, “They haven’t fallen off yet. I need a drink if I’m going to hear your whining all day,” and he walked away.
You stared at him, vexed. You turned around and fired another shot and not surprisingly, it missed the target again.
A pair of hands suddenly encircled your upper arms and you involuntarily let out a squeak. You turned your head to find Elijah behind you.
You knew Klaus didn’t appreciate you being near his brother, he had made it clear to you and to him. You tried to move away, but he gripped your arms tightly. Your eyes met before he gestured to the front. “Steady your hands,” He said, positioning your hands. “Grip the gun high on the back strap. Remember, recoil is very dangerous,” The Original steadied your wavering wrists before pressing his hands on your shoulders, “this, not too firm, not too tight.”
You watched him, waiting for instructions. Elijah gently turned your head, so you were now looking ahead, ”Concentrate, focus is key, Y/N.”
You took a deep breath before firing a shot. It missed the target by centimeters and your shoulders slumped in defeat, mood visibly deflected.
Elijah patted your arms twice and nudged your spine. Your posture immediately straightened.
“Again”
You shot and it hit the target, you smiled, but it disappeared when he nudged you once more.
“Repeat,” He ordered and you hit the target again. His hands landed on your hips as he stepped closer, your breath hitched, “Again,”
Suddenly a shot hit and smashed the bottle of bourbon a few tables over, making you scramble away from Elijah in a mix of fright and surprise.
“Ah, brother, I missed! Mind giving me some lessons?” Klaus smiled villainous, his eyes imbued with, something. You jumped.
“NiKlaus! I hit the target!” you rushed to him and tried to grab the pistol from his hand. The brothers could not kill each other with a weapon as straightforward as a gun, but you’d very much like to keep the carpets away from the dry cleaner, at least for a few more months.
“Oh my, it seems you did,” He smiled at you and held his arm out for you to take. “Come Y/N, we shall have breakfast.” You smiled and took it, both of you walking away.
Elijah watched you leaving, a smirk plastered on his face. He had heard your heartbeat, felt you shiver beneath his touch, and for now, that was enough for him. Infatuated with his own thoughts; he missed his brothers’ angry glare.