A Klaus Mikaelson imagines
Newbie writer here 🙈. Hopefully, you guys will like it! English isn’t my first language so good luck to me 🥲 Idk if I’m gonna make this a mini series or not. Feedback more than welcome. Requests, let’s try 😂. Posting this before I change my mind.
Y/N is Klaus’ ex-wife who ran away from him a many many years ago. She comes back to New Orleans as she discovers that Marcel isn’t dead, and that Klaus has a child. She stays to help keep that child safe, and Klaus tries to win her back, but it doesn’t bring up his desired reaction.
After a long, exhausting day, we’re finally going to get some rest. I didn’t even mind that I would have to share a bed with Klaus.
To be honest, I haven’t really minded for a while now; I think I’m starting to prefer it actually. But that can’t happen.
I sigh and run both hands through my scalp to get all those dangerous thoughts out. Klaus is behind me watching me intently.
I turn the corner into our, his room, to be surprised with a candlelit dinner, the whole space styled to match the mid-1800s, back when we were married. Candles light almost every corner of the room and the whole thing is unacceptably mesmerizing.
“Woah, you trying to burn me or something.” I say, in a loss of words, more breathily than I meant to.
I can feel his smug yet pure smile playing on his lips. It’s in moments like these when I hate him the most: when he brings out my husband, when he seems to make me forget of his other hot-headed, egotistical, murderous tendencies.
I turn around to face him and say, “Nik, we’ve all had a long day; can’t I just go a night without your tiring, forceful attempts, to woo me?”
He simply maintains his calm demeanor, his playful smile still on display. Oh God.
“If I remember correctly, love, and I do, I believe you very much loved it when you came home to a candlelit dinner after a tiring day. Only the two of us, served by yours truly.”
He walks past me towards the table, and my eyes follow him. I am still at a loss for words.
“There were even nights when you were feeling playful,” he chuckles in happy nostalgia, “and you would have me feed you.” He said making eye contact with me.
“Yeah, umm...let’s just get this over with.” I say breaking our gaze, without a single hint of hostility in my voice. Klaus seems to notice my barriers breaking as his smile widens.
He pulls out my chair for me and has me sit down. He retrieves a bottle of centuries-old wine along with some blood before He sits beside me instead of across from me like he always did. Still with a smile on his face, he pours us both our drinks.
I hate that I love this. I miss this version of him. God, how I wish he was like this all the time, to everyone. He holds great love and courage in his heart, but he hurts so many, so severely as well. Including me. So I must resist him ‘til he grows tired of me.
He’ll never grow tired of you.
Maybe not, but I will never be enough.
I eat slowly and silently as I try to remain firm. Klaus continues to reminisce about the past. He talks of Hope; it’s truly amazing how he changed so much for her, as a father, a family-man. And I simply can’t help but imagine how it would be if back then I were human, he was a hybrid, both of us having the ability to procreate. Would I have survived carrying his baby? Would he or she survive? Would he or she have Nik’s eyes? his talent? his drive? Surely, Marcel would be ever so protective of him/her, Elijah would be a mentor/teacher, Rebekah would spoil the child, and Kol would make him/her our little trouble maker. We would be the perfect little family. But would we be enough?
“Are you alright, love? You’ve barely touched your food.”
I recollect myself and shrug off all those thoughts.
“Yes, Nik, I’m fine. As I’ve said, it’s just been a long day.”
“Well, you don’t have to touch your food, of course,” he puts my plate away from me, “but this surely would be tough to say no to.” He smiles at me.
He brings out a plate of beignets, our favorite.
My eyes light up and his does too when he notices mine. I remember when a trio of French nuns brought us these little gifts from heaven, and He and Elijah set them up quite well after having a taste, and several after that.
No matter how much I need to distance myself from him, I believe there’s no harm in enjoying a beignet or five.
I take one and can’t help my smile as I bite into it.
Klaus lets off a hearty laugh and says, “I remember when we were planning our wedding,”
There my heart just stops.
“instead of a cake, you requested to have a humongous tower of beignets,” he laughs again, “you and beignets, how could I resist.”
“Yeah, we had two, one for us and one for the guests.” I say, giving off a light chuckle, “Half our wedding night was just us devouring a 3-foot beignet tower. That was a hell of a good night.”
“The other half was not bad either.” He says.
Shivers went up my spine, and I come back to reality. Half of me still reminiscing and enjoying the fantasy that this could ever last.
That night was when I was turned. We had sex. But we’ve had sex even before that night; we could barely even kept our hands to ourselves. Him turning me made everything better, my senses, the rush, the sex, my love for him above everything else. That night, no matter, how much I would want to distance myself from Nik, will always be one I’d keep close and dear to my heart.
“You seem down, my dear. Just one more thing and I’ll let you go.” Nik says, obviously slightly discouraged.
He stands up and brings to my attention our old record player that sits just above my old dresser. He plays that song that would make my heart melt, that would make me feel like nothing has changed. Like we for the past centuries, we were just in the middle of this very room, newly wed, and dancing like we could go on for eternity.
He holds his hand out to me. I hesitantly take it with a sigh. Not one of annoyance, but one of preparation, I still have to stay strong.
Nik was never one for dancing, but when in came to us, circumstances change. We are barely an inch apart, his one hand on the small of my back, my one hand rests on his shoulder, and the others intertwine.
His gaze burning me, he hesitantly starts: “You know, I’ve always meant to apologize,” his tone was solemn.
I look up at him for him to continue.
“For Hayley, for cheating on you.”
I scoff and give him a small smile, “We weren’t together, Nik, it’s fine.”
“But we could have been, together, I shouldn’t have pushed you away, I had just gotten you back, then I kick you out like some sadistic idiot,” he bitterly states.
“No, Nik, you weren’t getting me back.”
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Am I so horrible for you to deny your feelings for me so insistently? It’s been over a century.”
“And it will be more over a century.” I whisper and look at him harshly.
“I will be sleeping in the guest room for tonight,” I say walking out, shoving him.
I am determined to stay away, I am determined to suppress everything he is making me feel at this moment.
“No, you will not,” He says grabbing my arm and turning me to face him, his calm demeanor faltering.
“I would have gladly let you go if the love we had a long time ago has vanished. But it has not. I feel it, Y/N. When we sleep, I feel a force that pulls us together, that’s how we wake up in embrace. When we converse, the hostility that you so persistently apply, I feel its inauthenticity. You stay, Y/N , despite your claims of not being able to stand my presence, despite your threats of leaving. I see how you are with Hope, we could be a family, Y/N, like we’ve always dreamed of. So why...do you push me away?”
He was now cupping my face with both hands and we both had tears in our eyes.
“You wanna know why?” I say barely above a whisper.
I push his hands away from my face and put some distance between us.
“Because it wouldn’t last. I know that. I know that this is now, and nothing more. I understood that a long time ago.”
“Yes! Nik,” I start, “we were in love, happily married, but that wasn’t enough, I wasn’t enough. You wanted power and reputation; you were restless. God! I was neglected; I was not being loved.”
Nik had his head down in shame, silent.
“You were violent and horrible despite my pleas. Nik, I cried, begging you to stop but you wouldn’t! I was hysterical and you just wouldn’t! You had hurt me so much, I had to leave, I had to! And leaving you, Nik, it hurt so much, running from you hurt me even more. I just couldn’t go through that again. You meant so much to me. And I just, I-I”
I did not even notice that I was full-on sobbing at this point.
“Y/N, calm down, love. I’m here,” Nik says pulling me close into his embrace, he kisses my forehead.
“Nik, don’t let me go through that again. Please, Nik. Please, I can’t. I just...can’t, please.”
My fists are against his chest, my forehead against them. My body us shaking as I cried and struggled to breathe. When I look up at him, his eyes were heavy with tears.
