His Wife in Hiding
Word Count: 1933
Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…
Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)
This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.
You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.
You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.
You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.
With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.
“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.
Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”
I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.
Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.
You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.
You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”
“Klaus is in New Orleans.”
You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.
“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”
You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.
“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”
You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.
“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.
“One of the witches told him.”
Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.
When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.
Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.
“Got everything?” Elijah asked.
You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.
Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.
You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.
Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”
You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”
He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.
He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”
“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”
“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”
“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”
He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”
“You do the same. I love you.”
With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.
And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.
You leaned back against the soft leather seats.
“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.
“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.
You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.
You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.
You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.
Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.
“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”
“Klaus,” you gasped.
“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.
“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”
“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.
“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”
You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.
He cleared his throat, dramatically.
You rolled your eyes in response.
He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.
“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”
He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”
You turned away from him, biting your lip.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”
“Why is that?” you asked him.
“Because what is the point of forever without you?”
You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.
His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”
“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.
“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”
“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.
He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”
You remained silent.
He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”
He leaned in towards you.
Your breath caught.
He kissed your temple and then your cheek.
His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.
You sucked in a breath.
“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.
The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.
Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.
Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.
“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.
“Still to the airport?”
For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.
Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!