For FlashGirl25 who a while ago said to do a happy Klary one shot and this is as happy as it gets for me.
Ft. Injured Clary & Sweet/Gentle Klaus
Enjoy. :)
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The bags fell to the floor of the Mikaelson manor with a loud bang. Clary muttered nonsense under her breath, as if the last few days hadn't been bad enough. Now her cab driver had over charged her and didn't even bother to her help.
She reposition her arm in the sling, messing with the fabric once more trying to make it somewhat comfortable. "Stupid sling"
Klaus wondered out of his room to find out which low life had wonder into his home, yet again most likely looking for a fight. Angry evidence on his face until his caught site of deep red curls that he has grown to admire.
"Clary..." The angry faded for a spit second before returning as he took in her current state. The cut above her eyebrow, the sight discoloured on her cheekbone, her normally beautifully soft lips now home to an open wound but mostly the sling neauing her arm.
Within a spilt second Klaus appeared in front of her. His hand ghosting over her cheek as he guided her head up to look at him.
"What happened...who did this?"
"guess it comes with the job" Clary tried to laugh it off.
"why didn't anyone help to heal you?" The concern evidence in his voice, still his hand refusing to touch her.
"Really Klaus I don't mind, it looks worse then it feels" Clary sighed, wishing for him to touch her, to pull her into one of his amazing hugs that made the whole world disappear.
She was lying to him, it hurt like hell. She felt like her whole body was on fire and about to fall apart.
Klaus was about to say something when Clary stopped him, "Klaus, I love you but please stop fusing over me"
Klaus bit his tongue, as annoying as her stubbornness was it was also one of the things he loved about her.
"What can I do for you love?" Klaus inquire.
"Hug me, kiss me...carefully"
"Of course my love" he replied with a small chuckle before gently resting a hand on her back and pulling her into his embrace, his other hand resting among her hair.
The moment Klaus pulled Clary into the hug, she felt all her worries disappear. she let a sigh as her body relaxed into his.
"I'm going to go have a shower, I think I need one"
"I wasn't going to say anything but yes you do" Klaus said confirming her words before placing a kiss on her head.
"if I could hit you right now I would" Clary said seriously, while Klaus laughed it off.
With that said Clary disappeared up the stairs and into Klaus' room. The sound of the water running blocked out any noise Clary made. She left her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor. The shadowhunter took a quick glance in the mirror more bruises evidence now then when she had left the New York Institute. 'Great, guess this is what happens when you get tossed into a brick wall' Clary thought to herself as she stepped into the steamy hot shower.
When Klaus re-entered his room he copied Clary's early actions and dropped her bags at the foot of his bed with a bang. "The bloody hell did she bring?" He said out loud to himself.
His head shot up as he heard a loud thump coming from the shower quickly followed by "shit" and incoherent words mixed with winces of pain. Had the situation been difference Klaus would have smirked at her fowl language but given how badly she had looked he couldn't help but to feel his heart tighten with hurt and worry.
Slowly he walked up to the bathroom door, listing to the mumbles and groans from his love. It always breaks his heart when she get hurt but to actually be here listing to her in pain felt like it was going to be the death of him.
Gently he pushed then door open and stepped inside. The bathroom was filled with steam. Her body's silhouette all he could make out. He watched for a moment as she attempted to grab his shampoo. His heart breaking ever so much.
Using his vamp speed, he made quick work of getting in behind her and grabbing his shampoo.
"Klaus! What have I said about doing that?!" Clary yelped.
Klaus focused back a chuckle and rested his free hand on her shoulder
"Sorry love" his thick British accent soft and filled with care. He felt the tension in her shoulder underneath his hand. "Just relax , I'll wash your hair for you"
After a few heartbeats Clary relaxed. "Okay fine" Klaus gently massaged the shampoo into her hair, quickly working it into foam.
"Turn" his voice was softer then usual and Clary did as he said.
Clary looked up into his eyes. Those blue eyes that she loved oh so much were soft, possibly glossed over either with tears or the steam. Clary wasn't such which. "Under different circumstances this would be going in a much different direction" she smirked up at him.
Klaus chuckled deeply and shock his head, rising an eyebrow at her. Clary knew that look at too well "I'll behave...I guess" she said with a pout.
