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Do you think Klaus and Hayley ever think back to the night they had sex? Like, when they're standing next to each other or when they are having a conversation, does their one night stand ever come to their minds even for a split second?
I kissed a guy back in high school, and he was one of my best friends. We both agreed that the kiss was in the heat of the moment and continued on with our friendship, but whenever I was around him I would still think about our kiss even though I didn't have any romantic feelings for him. On the day of our high school graduation I confessed to him that I still think about our kiss even though I think of him as a best friend and my love for him is that of a brother, and surprisingly he also admitted that he also thinks about our kiss and that he also doesn't have any romantic feelings for me.
So that's why I was wondering. Every time I'd see Klaus and Hayley on screen together, I would always wonder if they ever think back to that night. Obviously, they don't have any romantic feelings for each other and care about each other like family, but I'm sure they thought about their one night stand whenever they were together, even for a split second.
I hope this isn't a weird question!
Don't worry, it's not weird at all!
They definitely think about that night. Not just because they got a daughter out of it, but also because they're Klaus and Hayley: they clearly find each other still attractive, if we base it in that one scene of season 3 in which they basically had eye sex. And with that line he said ("and my former one-night stand!") it's quite obvious for me that their mind often goes back to that night.
I mean, Klaus did say she was exquisite when talking to Elijah in the first season (something about having "tasted what she had to offer") so it's safe to assume that he, at least, does still think of their first and last time together.
Like, they have the talking reminder (Hope) of that walking around, Klaus and Hayley still had some sexual tension even years after she was born and they were, after all, family and probably best friends. And taking into account Hayley's latter to him in the last episodes, she also doesn't regret it.
So yes, they do still think about when they fucked.
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Elijah cook, Hayley drink wine (and talk about guys and girls with Hope) on the couch.
Klaus is probably painting something because calms him but in his room because he needs his own space.
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Hayley/Camille: What's your plan?
Klaus: Kill everyone
Hayley/Camille: *laughs*
Hayley/Camille: Thats a joke, right?
Klaus: Sure, if its gonna make you feel better.
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Hayley has nightmares about it still.
That morning, that night— the hours blurred between waking and death, wandering and grieving. It started in the wee hours, just before the sun rose and joined the moon as it faded into the sky.
She remembers the smells. She remembers the sounds.
Bits and pieces of gravel pricking her hands from when she managed to scramble away, only to be caught and dragged into the church on her back. The scent of rain hanging in the air, another storm on the horizon. She remembers the high ceilings and the wooden arches, plaster and concrete echoing her screams back at her. Klaus’ voice reverberating as he called for her accompanied by her baby’s cries before it all just… went away.
Unbeknownst to her, Klaus had enlisted Davina to place a protection spell on her, one Elijah witnessed in use by Sabine.
She remembers the silence when she woke up in the church, covered in sweat and blood. How it felt when life punched its way through her chest, but not without the reminder of what death had been like in the soreness of her muscles, the stiffness in her bones. It took her body a second to realise it was… back. That she was alive. Awake.
There was a hollowness that greeted her during her introduction back to life. It took the place of that fluttering feeling that she was used to. The one that created an ache in her ribs with the downward pull and a pressure in her pelvis as her due date neared. The one that told her the baby was still there, still alive, growing everyday and moving about inside her.
Where is her baby?
A dark thought had grown in her mind before the memories had barreled back in. That maybe she had lost her in the pool that night, that it was all a dream. Or maybe the baby didn’t make it after the birth and they had put her back to sleep so she wouldn’t have to endure the stress of it. Or maybe they killed them both right then and there.
But then she remembered seeing her. Holding her. This pale, screaming thing covered in blood and vernix, looking up at her with clouded grey eyes. How she fussed and flailed in her arms, shrinking from the candles and flourescents. She remembers seeing so much of Klaus in her, and then the look on his face, the tears shining in his eyes as he looked down at them.
Their little creation. A perfect mix so small and tiny she barely fit in the crook of her arm. She’d been so afraid. It was too soon. Too soon for the contractions, too soon for her water to break.
But there she was anyway, seemingly healthy and kicking like a goat.
And then they took her away. First the witches and then her father.
For 8 months all Hayley had of her daughter was memories. Dreadful, violent memories.
The blood shed at her birth from rolling heads and slit throats and Klaus promising and delivering on rivers of it flowing from their enemies.
The attempted sacrifice at dawn when vengeful spirits stood between the mother and the newborn, waiting for her to join them on the other side mere hours after her birth.
The time spent afterwards when Hayley held her and shared in her cries, trying to feed her with milk that hadn’t yet come in, changing her with diapers that wouldn’t fit.
How Klaus had taken her out of Hayley’s arms, with pursed lips and glossy eyes, and spirited her away.
Every night for 8 months she dreamt of it all; sleepless nights turning into days wracked with grief, with worry not knowing where in the world her baby was. For 8 months she did not see her child. She did not get to see her grow, to hear her babble and cry, to see her gummy smile and hear her laugh. For 8 months all she had of her daughter was that day. All she had of motherhood was that day.
So when Dahlia tells her she is pregnant again, Hayley breaks.