Hi! I'm very much new to the TO fandom, and I've recently fell in love with the love between Klaus & Camille. I've only just realized how unsatisfied I am with their ending, because of its unnecessary, heartbreaking tragedy. This is going to be an AU starting from the moment Cami woke up to stare at Klaus in 3x09. NO DEATH!
I hope there are still some dedicated Klamille fans, as I am, who will enjoy this story :)
Cami opened her eyes to see a sight she never thought possible. Klaus Mikaelson sleeping. Peacefully.
The thought brought a smile to her face to see him at ease. She believes there's no real reason for him or his family to be stressed on Christmas day, and yet they still went through quite a hectic one. She thinks back to the moment just a while ago, when Klaus declared how strongly he cared for her, and then kissed her on his balcony.
She felt this fluttery feeling in her chest, as she recalled his words.
"Because you wished it. Because what's important to you is important to me. What makes you happy, makes me want to keep you so. What scares you I want to tear apart. I do not wish to watch you from behind glass, Camille."
She chooses not to analyze the deeper meaning of his words because that would again lead her down a road of wondering if he feels the exact same way she does.
Cami's eyes roamed around the room. She never actually got the chance to really look around his room. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling, not too bright, but not too dark, either. The candles sitting on his night stands on either side of the bed. Setting the mood for the romantic moment that they just shared together.
Her eyes traveled back to his face, and all she could think about was how glorious he looked with the light illuminating his face. She smiled so hard for the millionth time today, she felt as if her cheeks were aching. And it was all because of him.
Being this close to the great Klaus Mikaelson, being able to break down the considerably impenetrable fortress around his heart still blows her mind. The woman who felt like her heart was being ripped into shreds at the thought of being alone after her brother and uncle's deaths. Coming home every night to her apartment after a crazy day of being surrounded by the supernatural. She used to dread those days, and she still does. But at least now she's here, in the close proximity of not a monster, but a man who's only ever had the intention of protecting her. She hasn't felt such security since the days she spent with the other half of her heart, Sean.
With that in mind, she slowly closed her eyes, and unconsciously moved closer to his body. Thinking that she's feeling as peaceful as he looks.
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He awoke feeling unadulterated bliss. He has not awaken, feeling such peace as strongly as he does now. He stares directly at the source, which has evoked this feeling from him. Camille.
He's always known her to be beautiful, he is no fool. Yet, seeing her now, it felt as if it was the first time he has laid his eyes upon her. It seemed that everytime he beholds the sight that is Camille, he's viewing a work of art he would find stored in the depths of an art gallery. Only meant to be seen by the eyes of those who would pay their entire life's worth to view. His breath hitched as he observed the complete and utter tranquility that has taken residence on her face. Did he prompt this? Did she really feel safe enough within his reach to actually fall asleep? Not even beginning to think of the possibilities of danger she may be placed in?
Of course, he would never think to harm her. Though, this made him think back to what she said to him when she entered the compound the day he put his family down to deceive Dahlia.
"No, Klaus. I know you won't hurt me. I've known that from the second we met. I trust you."
He felt like he was being stabbed with white oak when he bit her directly after. Right after she had the courage and the confidence to tell him that she trusted him. And he betrayed her trust, not even a minute later. Remembering that moment haunts him, especially considering he never found the time to make it up to her like he initially promised. He silently vowed that he will make time. He will make it up to her. Preferably with a perfect afternoon in a corner café. He will compel the whole city of New Orleans to leave if that's what it will take to just spend a quite day with her.
Klaus wasn't entirely sure if he ever regained her trust, but he knows he will aim to win her trust back to the fullest.
Without thinking, he brought his left hand up to her face. Slowly, with evident hesitation. He's fully aware that he's touched her face numerous times before, yet he still receives what feels like chills everytime he makes the slightest bit of contact with her skin. Her undamaged, soft skin. His hand found its way into her hair, which she allowed him to take down the moment before they moved onto his bed. He has always loved her hair, no matter the style she chose. But there was something about her hair being out and loose, which made his heartbeats become irregular.
He found himself moving his body and his face closer to hers. Not to place a kiss on her lips, but on her forehead. It was light, yet passionate. Though she couldn't feel it, he hoped that he had put all the powerful emotions he felt for this strong, brave, and beautiful woman, into that show of affection. Letting it speak all the words he couldn't find himself saying out loud. How he wants only the absolute best, and nothing less for her. How he desires for her to achieve all her dreams to help the people of this world, that she believes to not be awful. How he longs for her to stay in his life as long as forever is in her lifetime. How he just might be unconditionally in love with her.
But right now, this very moment is enough for him. He's content to just have her in his arms. She will be safe with him, always.
