Klaus Mikaelason imagines

Imagine

Dealing with a Hybrid with anger management and trust issues wasn't a piece of cake. I knew Klaus background story and usually I was the one he would confide in.

It was a couple of days though that he had been acting weird: he answered with monosyllabes, he was harsh and looked like my side was the last place he wanted to be.

It was unusual but I knew that it meant that something happened. So I went and confronted him about it.

He was painting when I found him and didn't even acknowledged me whan I entered his room nor when I greeted him.

Fed up with his childlike behavior I spoke again:

"Okay, that's it. Tell me what's wrong."

He tensed but his reaction lasted for a millisecond, then he kept stroking the brush on the canvas.

"Why would you think that something is wrong?" he said after a while with his tone firm and calm

But I know it was all an act, masking his feelings with fake calmness was his speciality.

"Well if someone starts to act in a completely different way, like a girl with her period, I wonder what has his panties in a twist." I said with every word filled with sarcasm

"Since you're so strong opinionated, would you share with me your idea? Because I'm sure you have one."

You bet your ass I do.

"You want to know what I think? Good. I think you're just afraid to be happy."

Like I said, I know where he's coming from but I thought I already proved that he could trust me.

"It seems you're even more self-centered that I thought you were. Why do think that my happiness is linked to you?"

Typical Klaus, pushing the one he cares about by hurting them. But I knew better.

I walked up to him and made him stop painting and face me. This was serious.

"So, is this what you're doing? Trying to make me hate you? Because I gotta tell you, it's only pissing me off. Also, I'm honestly hurt that you think I'm so stupid that I can't see past your act."

He was looking at me know, giving me all of his attention. With each word it seemed that his frustration only grew.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know what you think of yourself, that you're a monster."

I paused to see his reaction, and I could see in his eyes that what I said was true for him.

I sighed and added:" Honestly Nik, no one, except conceited bastards, thinks highly of themselves. Hell, there are days where I can't even bare to look at myself in the mirror!" I laughed and he smiled too

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. That way you'll see that you're far from a monster. Sometimes your actions are monstrous, but you are not entirely defined by these actions. You're good, you're capable of good. You saved my life, remember? I could even call you an angel" I say smirking at the last words knowing that it was very far from who he was.

But it seemed that I got my point across because he smiled shaking his head before embracing me in a tight hug. I kissed his cheek, hoping that he would finally believe that it takes more that this to push me away.