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Klaus Mikaelson had always believed himself a creature of destruction. A monster. A force of nature capable of razing entire bloodlines to the ground. He had been called many things—beast, abomination, villain—but never something as fragile, as painfully human, *as father.*

And yet, here he was.

His child, *your* child, lay nestled in your arms, tiny fingers curling and uncurling in sleep. Their breathing was soft, steady, and utterly unaware of the storm raging within their father’s chest. Klaus had faced a thousand enemies, had broken men with nothing more than a glance, but this—this small, perfect being—terrified him in ways no enemy ever had.

He had been raised on fear. On cruelty. On the promise that monsters like him did not deserve love, much less the chance to create something so pure. Would his child suffer the same fate? Would they wake one day and find the darkness creeping in, the way it had consumed him?

“They deserve better,” Klaus murmured, his voice barely more than a breath.

His jaw clenched, his gaze never leaving the tiny figure in your arms. Be better. As if it were that simple. As if redemption was something he could grasp with bloodstained hands.

But then, the baby shifted, their tiny face scrunching before relaxing once more. And just like that, something inside him cracked.

Klaus Mikaelson, the monster, had been holding a miracle all along.