Dane DeHaan for GQ Magazine by Sebastian Kim
#LISTEN. #LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THESE PEOPLE’S CAPABILITIES OF RAISING CHILDREN #THEY MIGHT NOT BE YOUR AVERAGE PARENTS #BUT I SHIT YOU NOT THEY CARE #AND THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH HELL WHILE GROWING UP ESPECIALLY KLAUS. THEY WOULDN’T ALLOW THEIR CHILD TO GO THROUGH THE SAME SHIT #THEY’D DO ANYTHING IN THEIR POWER TO PROTECT THEIR CHILD. TOGETHER OR NOT. COUPLE OR NOT. THEY CAN FUCKING DO THIS #WITHOUT ELIJAH’S GODDAMN HELP AND JUDGMENT #THEY CAN DO IT! #LOOK AT THEM! JUST LOOK AT THEM! #DON’T YOU DARE COMING TO ME AND TELLING ME THAT KLAUS DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT HIMSELF. OR THAT HE’S GOING TO BE A LOUSY PARENT BECAUSE #I AM GOING TO THROW YOU INTO A GD PIT I SHIT YOU NOW #*NOT #DON’T YOU DARE TELLING ME THAT KLAUS WON’T CARE ABOUT THIS BABY WHEN IT COMES BECAUSE I WILL PUNCH YOU SO HARD SATAN WILL PITY YOU #DON’T TELL ME HAYLEY WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO BECAUSE I’M SURE NONE OF OUR FIRST-TIME MOTHERS DID EITHER #DON’T YOU DARE!
And I want us to find this cure together, you and me. Not just for Elena but for you. So you can have what you want. You can be who you want. You can be human again. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?
Klaus put his paint brush down and walked to sit on the couch, lifting Hayley’s feet up and placing them in his lap as he sat down. “She’s grown quite accustomed to being the only object of the entire bloody French Quarter’s affection so I’m certain however you choose tobreak it to her, it’ll go over swimmingly,” he taunted.
Tim shrugged, not looking up from the screen of his laptop as Lyla moved around the kitchen. He did, after a moment, turn to look at Garrity where the two-year-old was playing with his trucks. “We could just let him figure it out on his own,” he said, turning back around to face his computer. “Or, we could do something like this… I saw it floating around on Facebook the other day.” He pulled the picture up and turned the computer around to face Lyla with a smirk.
Klaus looked up at the incredulous sound of her voice and judging by the look on her face, it wasn’t hard to figure out just what she thought he was touching. Tossing his sketch book to the side, he made a show of holding up the bottle of scotch that had started to slip out of his hand just before Hayley entered the room and shook it so the amber liquid swirled around, sloshing against the glass.
"Don’t look so excited, love," he told her with a smirk. “‘M not uncouth enough to do that with the bloody door wide open.”
WHO THE HELL IS MIKAEL?
but also naughtiness.
bahahaha i goddit but THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER I DUNNO WHO THIS MIKAEL IS YOU SPEAK OF
lotsa lotsa lotsa naughtiness.
Klaus laughed as he ducked under Hayley’s punch. They’d been at this for hours now and it started out as a serious endeavor— helping her harness and control her hybrid impulses. Logically, he knew they should stop. Having yet to best him in their little sparring game, he could tell she was frustrated. Incredibly so. But, like him, she fought better, focused better when she could channel that frustration.
So he pushed. And pushed. And pushed; refused to give her a chance until she proved she would fight for it.
Spinning so he was behind her, Klaus kicked the she-wolf’s legs out from under her. He was quick to follow her to the ground and, hovering over her (close enough to hold her body to the ground without straddling her, but far enough away she couldn’t pull a fast one on him), pinned her wrists above her head. “Is that so?” he whispered, lips grazing her ear lobe. “Why don’t you prove it.”