Klaus's P.O.V.
I ran out of the Strauss household over to Count Olaf's. My sisters and I ran upstairs to our bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes. Y/n loves me. An amazing, smart, kind girl loves me. And I love her. I do. We were made for each other. Her dazzling eyes said it all. There was one word to describe how I felt. Lovestruck.
Violet: Sorry for walking in on you two...uhm...
Sunny: Getting it on
Violet: Sunny!
I facepalmed. How did my baby sister know this?!
Violet: Are you two dating?
Klaus: No. I mean...it's complicated.
Count Olaf yelled from downstairs.
Count Olaf: Orphans! Come! Now!
We rushed down the creaking staircase. Count Olaf was in the dining room looking rather joyful.
Count Olaf: So, children. Mr Poe told me that I was being a bit standoffish.
Violet: Standoffish? You hit Klaus across the face.
Count Olaf: So I decided to include you in my latest production. The Marvelous Marriage! Klaus and Sunny will be adults in the crowd. You can even invite your little friend.
The last thing I wanted was to put Y/n in harm's way. I had to keep Y/n and that monster as far away as possible.
Violet: Can I help build the sets?
Count Olaf: No, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be. You will play my wife.
Now run upstairs.We obeyed. What was he planning? Then it struck me.
Klaus: I figured it out.
Violet: Figured what out?
Klaus: Count Olaf is planning on marrying you.
Sunny: Duh
Klaus: No, legally marrying you. So he can access our fortune.
We decided a plan to stop him. I got up to stretch my legs and walked to the window. I could see Y/n, in her room, leaning on her window bay. She was looking at the sky with a spyglass. She looked away and scribbled something in her notebook. God, she was sensational. She glanced my way and blew me a playful kiss. I waved back. I loved her
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Lovestruck ~Klaus Baudelaire x Reader~
FanfictionY/n Strauss is a polite, educated, quiet young girl. One day, a handsome boy moves in nextdoor. And suddenly, she's head over heels for Klaus Baudelaire. Little does she know that he feels the same way. I'm really bad at writing descriptions. I'm so...