Quick Thoughts That I Have At Mind In Night: It Makes Me Fucking Mad How The Writers Handled Marcel And

quick thoughts that I have at mind in night: it makes me fucking mad how the writers handled Marcel and Klaus relationship.

Klaus was practically his father, and both Marcel and Klaus (and even Elijah) said a thousands of times they saw each other as father and son, because that's what they are.

But yet they practically were at each others throat 24/7. The Mikaelson (my baby girls all of them, except Mikael and Esther, they can rot) treated him like some outsider but welcomed Hayley (also my baby girl) with open arms.

(Not exactly tho, but you get my point. I could go on a whole speech about how the Mikaelson only see people they share blood with as family)

And I completely adore Hope, but why was she more important to Klaus than Marcel??? It's pushing the whole "bio kid is more important and loved that the adopted one" down our throats.

Also, I'm so mad they didn’t even get a goodbye scene in season 5. Fucking Caroline, his one night stand did, but not his own son?

I'm aware it's all fault of Julie Pl*c disgusting racist ass, but oh well.

Fr, I'll never get over how their "platonic" relationship never became a romance.

I can't help but believe that what Inadu said to Hayley taking Jack's form was true.

She fell for the suit, not Elijah. Hayley herself said she fell in love with him in a time where she was scared and alone.

Hayley: * love Elijah, because he " kind to her "*

Klaus, who was always there for her at the right time: okay 🤡🤡🤡

This man is just-

Needing Him In Private For No One To See (Not Even Him) (18+)

Here’s a short simple smut for you while I work on bigger things. Enjoy 🥰

Klaus has been teasing you for a while, very aware of your desire for him, a desire of which he strongly reciprocates. But you, a friend of Elena’s, refuse to admit your lust for him due to your loyalty to her. After an encounter at the Mikaelson Ball, you go home and, unable to take it anymore, touch yourself to the thought of him.

You kicked off your pumps, slamming the door to your apartment behind you in your step. You could still feel his calloused hands on your skin as you locked your door, as you downed your final glass of wine in your kitchen, and as you ripped off your dress in a rage on the way to your bedroom.

Klaus spun you into his body on the dance floor, your chest pushing onto his as he held you tightly. You were at one of the Mikaleson balls dressed in a black sleeveless gown. Klaus intertwined one of his hands with yours, which were covered in lace gloves, and narrowed his eyes as they bored into yours. His other was placed dangerously low at the small of your back.

You did your best to stay strong, to refrain from giving him what he wanted. You kept eye contact as he moved your bodies together slowly, teasing you without doing a thing.

“That slick bastard.” you grumbled to yourself as you removed your strapless bra. Next were your stockings. As you bent over to remove them, another flux of desire washed over your body, almost painful.

It was bittersweet at best, disgusting at worst. You didn’t want to want him. In fact, you longed to hate him — but you just couldn’t. He was too charming, too funny, too handsome. You felt like a horrible friend.

Klaus, a man who sought after your friend’s death, who murdered her aunt and then almost her brother. You were a few years older than Elena, but your families were close when you were children. You had remained that way since.

She knew of Klaus’ desire for you, but knew nothing of the reciprocation of it. Of course, the Salvatores had their suspicions — how much can you really keep from vampires much your senior? — but Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie themselves had no idea.

You sighed to yourself, allowing the emotions to sit within you.

Klaus emitted a noise that you couldn’t quite put your finger on as he pulled you even closer. Everyone was to change partners every so often during the waltz. He had just gotten you back, and finally, he spoke.

“You look ravishing.”

“Well, don’t expect your hunger to be satisfied.” you said, scouring the room to check if any eyes were on you.

He laughed, all righteous and cocky as he usually was. “You say that as if you aren’t burning for me, love.”

You scoffed, refusing to look in his eyes now and setting your eyes elsewhere. “I would like to burn you, sure. Burning for you, though? Ha, that’s absurd. You’re delusional.”

“I know you’re new to vampirism, darling, but you really need to keep your emotions in check. It’s lathered all over your face.”

Rage mixed with your ache and in turn created a beautiful desire, alight with lust. You reached for your phone, but then remembered you had deleted his number. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as relief sank into your stomach, joining the mixture of emotions. What would happen if you were to call him right now?

You’d never live to hear the end of it, that’s for damn sure. But you couldn’t escape your want. After all, he was correct: you wanted that fucker. That egoistical bastard, that half-dog of a man who managed to wash through the masses like a landslide. A man who killed and slept with anyone he wanted to just ‘cause he felt like it. Again, the man who tried to kill your dear friend. Your friend who was but an angel. You, however, did not possess any heavenly qualities.

And you knew this. So you let yourself want him free of guilt, choosing to delve into your desire for him — at least alone — because it couldn’t be the worse of your crimes. You’ve killed in your time, and wanting a man you shouldn’t in private does not hold a candle. What else was there to do? Your thong was the last to leave your body. You dropped it on your floor before crawling onto your bed. You turned over on your back and bit your lip as you pondered what he would feel like.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan left your lips, your hands kneading your neck down to your breasts like your hands were his. You arched your back a little, your mouth dropping open.

“Look at you,” he would whisper low in your ear as he devoured your body with his hands, grabbing and pulling at your soft skin. “All riled up for me. Only for me. I’m going to ruin you. Do you understand that?”

And when you couldn’t respond due to the blurring of your mind at his words, he would take your face in his hands and as you again, his voice stern and sardonic. “I said, do you understand that?”

“Uh-huh,” you would respond with half a mind as he made you his. Your hands quickly found your desperate clit, and you teased yourself by tapping it gently, running your fingers down the area and back up again. A small cry left your mouth. You could not take it.

You licked your fingers, coating them thick with saliva for lubrication before they circled your clit in quick motions.

You imagined the callousness of his fingers rubbing on your core, his other holding your hands above your head, unable to escape. He whispered dirty nothings in your ear in between kisses and bites. You moaned his name, louder than expected, but it wasn’t like anybody could hear you.

You flipped yourself over, arching your back and spreading your legs wide. Your face hid in your pillow as you continued to pleasure yourself.

He would line his cock to your pussy and hold you at your hips. He’d smack your ass and you’d jump with a squeak. “Please fuck me,” your beg, your voice high and desperate. “I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me.” he would say. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’m going to consume every living thought and desire for the rest of your immortal life. The only name you’ll be able to say is mine.” And then, he’d thrust into you roughly, then again, and again, and again at an inhuman pace.

You grabbed your sheets with your spare hand, before it rushed down your body and into your pussy. You thrusted your fingers in and out of you, curling them as your other hand worked on your clit for him. You were still calling out his name.

He would fuck you with abandon, slapping your ass and pulling your hair, groaning your name. Your moans were coming out in squeaks and high gasps. You were unable to form coherent thoughts. He would consume you. Oh, how he consumes you without even being there to touch you himself.

When you came, you came hard. The coil within you snapped, and the only sounds you were able to make were blabbers and gasps. Tears pooled in your eyes as you rode out your viscous high, your legs shaking.

You wanted to feel pathetic, how unable you were to restrain yourself from cumming from thoughts of him alone. Unable to stop needing him like this and loving it so much. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted what you wanted, and you had put it off this long. You didn’t care. There was no shame in you. You only felt relief.

When you recovered from your orgasm, you turned over on your back again. You thought fuck it, I might just give in next time I see him. Thoughts would be enough for tonight — but for how long?

Fr. I like Hayley, I think she's a good character and I acknowledge all of her wrongs (the killing of the twelve hybrids and the massacre of the witches, etc), but Phoebe's characterization is just poor.

She's a decent actress: the whole fight back scene with Klaus, Hope's birth, running from Elijah's red door version, bla, bla. But the more I watch The Originals, the more her acting is just untouching for me.

Her death scene made me cry the first time I watched it, but now it's just... uh. I know we were supposed to know/understand she was turning off her humanity while she was dying, but it was really strange. Her expressions just don't go with the scene. It's rare, and though I still find the scene sad, it’s not the same anymore for me.

And as you said, when she acts with people like Daniel, Claire, Joseph or such, it’s really clear she just doesn't know how to really act. Her facial expressions are all the same, and I feel people just ignore that because Phoebe is clearly beautiful.

As a matter of a fact, the only character of Phoebe I have seen is Hayley, so perhaps is just Hayley the one that wasn't good represented and I'm being too harsh.

I like Hayley, and I like Phoebe, and I like -sometimes- her acting. That's all.

rewatching TO and I really mourn the potential Hayley had, specially as Jackson wife/alpha. they could really go deep in the Andrea Labonair ™ storyline before season 4/5, but absolutely not. let's make haylijah against instead who tf cares anyway she was better with Jackson, was the first time Hayley had some nuance in the originals

It does not helps that, although they really tried to make it work to her, Phoebe Tonkin have absolutely two emotions and that's it. Most of Hayley's lack of appeal in most scenes it's due the fact the actress playing her does not have range. She has the same face when she's angry, when she's thought, when she's trying make the man in her life feel better or be better (why she's being used to placate Jackson's anger or to be Elijah's nightmare or to give Klaus a pep talk whenever he needs?) or even when she's supposed to be horny. And it's not like she does not have great performances as Hayley, she does, but those are so rare during seasons, such as Hope's birth or Jackson's death, her own death in season 5 and guess that's it.

Another actress could actually make Hayley work just fine. She was good in the vampire diaries because that was the attitude required to play the character Hayley was supposed to be in TVD but in TO she should be mature, an actual adult woman with actual conflicts and war back and forth, protecting a child, being in a marriage and in a relationship with a thousand years old vampire. She's none of those. Maybe Hayley is not even a Mary Sue or something, she just poorly acted and directed. She's surely well written. Her storyline, in my personal opinion, makes it perfect sense. But, Jesus... I'm struggling with the acting so bad.

It's worse when she's paired with an actress like Leah Pipes or the scenes she had with Charles Michael Davis, Joseph Morgan and Daniel Gillies itself. I love Phoebe, i think she's great, she was amazing in previous works, she had great performances outside The Originals. Hayley's portrait was the problem.

Man, I always wanted to see Klaus wolf form 😿💔

hello can you do a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson where he usually visits y/n in his wolf form

Wolf!Klaus

The night Klaus had finally broken his curse, and he was running through the forest killing anyghinv that moved, he came across a little house. Flowers grew outside of it, strawberry and blackberry plants almost fully grown.

There were birds bathing in the little fountain, some eating from the feeders and houses that were high up in the trees. He neared the water source cautiously, watching the house as he lapped at the cool water.

He could see the shape of a womens body, her. His ears perked as he heard her soft voice speaking to somebody on the phone, his head tilted as he listened to her laugh, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and had his ears falling back against his head.

He was glad he had ran ahead of Elijah, his brother would have laughed at the reaction he was having.

But that didn’t stop him from nearing her door, his large paw scraping at the wood as he sat and waited for it to open. To say she looked shocked would be an understatement, she didn’t move an inch as fear pooled in her eyes. He wasn’t able to enter her house, stupid vampire disadvantages.

He breathed her in as his head tilted the other way. Her mouth opened and close a few times as she glanced behind him and then back to his eyes. Her lips were lovely blush colour, he love how they moved as she tried to form words. After another minute or so she was taking small steps back, and yet she left the door open?

She disappeared for a moment before returning with a raw steak on a plate, he blinked at her blankly. He took a step back allowing her to put the plate outside the door and get back inside to safety before moving to eat it. His body lowering to lay before her as she slowly sat down cross legged watching him eagerly. He found her odd yet intriguing.

Halfway through his meal he felt her hand on his head, a low growl bubbled in his throat as he looked back at her. Eyes wide as her hand froze in place over his fur. Reluctantly he put his head down, allowing her to pet him. Her hands ran through his fur from his head down his neck and back, and he absolutely loved it.

Her nails lightly tickled his skin in a way that had him wanting to roll onto his back so she would rub his belly. Of course he did not out of the small amount of pride he still held onto in that moment.

He did however stand up making her panic but was pleasantly surprised when he moved to lay back down, head in her lap making her stroke him once more

“You’re absolutely gorgeous” she whispered looking him over, such soft fur for a wolf, almost as though it had been conditioned. He growled softly in return, almost like a purr to her words.

His tail began to beat at the floor, he immediately growled at his tail and urged it to stop but the way she giggled at him only made it wag harder much to his embarrassment.

As the day grew long she returned to her home and told him to go back to his fun.

But as he wondered back through the woods, and encountered other wild wolves and dangerous animals he began to worry that she would be harmed. He stayed watching her home the entire night. Eventually Elijah caught up with him and nearly had to drag him away from the house

“Niklaus you’re being ridiculous. What on earth are you waiting for?” He questioned annoyed that his brother was prolonging the deal he had made the previous night to reuniting him with their family.

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The next time he saw her was months later. He had almost forgotten about her after everything happened with the werewolf hunting and then his fathers death.

It was only when he found himself all riled up and in need of a run did he find his way to her house again. It was as though she called for his wolf. He ran directly to her home, no hesitation in any step as he raced against himself only to end up back at her door in the middle of the night.

He clawed at her door, whining for her to come see him. He grew frustrated when he listened to her sleep, her breathing still heavy as her body lay in her bed. He had not control over himself as his wolf let out a howl so loud that it shook every tree in Mystic Falls.

His tail immediately went again as he heard her footsteps approaching, the door cracking open as she looked through the gap to him. Her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness and she took in the creature before her. Her brows knitting together in confused before recognition fell over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She whispered opening the door further giving him a better view of her. Her legs on full display for him as she stood in only her underwear and a shirt far too large for her. Was it a mans shirt? He didn’t like that thought, not one bit.

“Go home” she shooed, he sat before her patiently awaiting her to let him inside making her sigh

“Go, go on, back to your family” she ushered.

Instead he took a different response, his ears went flat to his head, his eyes becoming big, pupils dilating as he let out a soft whimper. He watched as her expression softened

“Are you cold?” She asked quietly glancing to the sky, clouds thick and grey making her feel worse for leaving him outside, he was rather sweet. He hadn’t given her a reason to be feared, no he let her pet him and wagged his tail for her. He was harmless.

“Okay…just tonight though” she muttered opening the door making him stand but wait for her to say those extra words

“Come on, come in already it’s freezing”

As soon as she said them he was inside, brushing himself up against her bare legs as she closed the door and began to walk up the stairs. He followed closely behind her, jumping onto her bed to which she was not keen on

“Absolutely not. No dogs on the bed, down” she pointed to the floor and he blinked at her

“Bad dog” she mumbled trying to push him ofd but he was far larger than any dog she may have encountered, more than half the size on her when it stood on all fours. She could only imagine how tall he would be if it stood on its hind legs. He growled in a warning at her, watching as she gave up and sat before him. He could see her anxiety building, the fear he would harm her in sleep.

In an attempt to comfort her thoughts he moved closer to her, pushing her to lay down and laying with his head on her stomach. Hesitantly she pet him again, slowly drifting off into sleep with him in her arms. 

He left in the morning, one last look at her peaceful face as she slept before returning to the chaos that was his life.

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Klaus found that she could be spotted around Mystic Falls far more often than he realised. She was always around at shops or just on walks. Sometimes in the grill with a friend or two. He wondered how she would react if she knew he was the wolf that lay with her at night. How she would act if he were to turn before her, from wolf to man, see her expression as she found a naked man in her bed when she awoke.

He had this thought often. Said thought was often followed by a made up scenario in his head of her kissing him, him showing her just how animalistic he could be. Though at the same time he found he wanted to make slow sweet love to her instead. Show her how gentle he would be for her.

Occasionally he wondered if she would ever let him touch her in his wolf form. He had never thought of anything like it before but imagining her sprawled out on her bed with his long tongue between her legs as her fingers clung to his fur stirred something inside of him.

He had gotten himself off far too many times to the thought of her body, to her face and how she would react to seeing him. She thought his wolf form was gorgeous then his human form would surely stun her.

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He found that he stayed at her house almost every night. It baffled him how she would allow a ‘wild animal’ to stay so close to her nut he assumed she must feel safe being wrapped in something so dangerous.

Somebody who is cruel to everyone but her.

He paced her room impatiently as he waited for her to get out of the shower. God how he wanted to be in the room with her.

His claws stuck to the floor as he felt himself becoming frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

When she came back in with only a tiny towel around her he froze in place.

“Oh…what are you doing here? I didn’t let you in” she mumbled holding the towel to her tightly. Yep Klaus had taken to inviting himself in now.

“Go wait outside while i change” she told him nodding to the door but he wouldn’t budge. She didn’t feel comfortable changing infront of him, something about him was more than just an animal.

“Please Wolf, just for a minute” she pleaded and reluctantly he walked off. Waiting until she let him back in. She wore her flared jeans and a low cut top, of how he adored the v-neck tops she would wear.

He jumped up onto her bed, his tail circling her as his snout pressed to her neck, inhaling her cleaned scent. The smell of cherries and vanilla flooding his senses and he purred for her.

She stroked his fur cooing to him unaware of the way his eyes looked down at her cleavage, tongue licking his lips as he tried to subtly near her breasts. He decided to just go for it and shoved his snout between her boobs making her shriek and grab at his head. A laugh bubbled inside her as he hid his face under her top, his fur tickling her as she shoved at him

“Wolf!” She yelled pushing at him in the middle of a laughing fit. His tongue licking at her valley only tickled her further causing her legs to start kicking as she screeched. She managed to get him off her, still laughing as she lay on her back staring up at him while he stood over her with a tilted head.

He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did but thankfully she didn’t seem upset, she was still struggling to breath through her hysterical state. If he were in human form he would be chuckling too.

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It got to the point where he was stealing her things. Taking items from her wardrobe when he left in the mornings, occasionally he’d try sneak one of her teddy bears or other sentimental possessions.

He had a little collection at home for her, his room smelt of her and he loved it.

He often found he would have the panties he stole in his hand while he humped at his pillow which was cover with one of her tops. This helped him relieve himself a lot, no longer getting overly riled up and nearly pouncing on her each time he saw her.

He still followed her in human form but it was so much easier to get close to her in his wolf form besides he could protect her much better aswell.

So fucking mad he actually had the nerve to start dating Caroline after cheating with her 🤨

enough.

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: caroline has always been the one everyone prefers and chooses over you. how dare you think klaus would be any different?

warnings: small angst!!!

part count: 2/2

a/n: hi! sorry it took me a while for me to write the second part, but i really hope you guys enjoy it!!! i loved the plot for this, but i truly had the biggest writers block on it, hence the long hiatus :3 but i’m officially back~ please enjoy and take care of me again in the future ^-^

part one

you hugged yourself, as you walked back home from the convenience store near your home. it was a chilly night. mystic falls has always been a cold city, but lately, for you, there hasn’t been a warm day. not ever since your break up with klaus mikaelson.

thinking of klaus was painful, as you remembered that night at the ball. the night you caught him lovingly staring into caroline’s eyes, and kissing her. you both ultimately broke up. well, you decided to call things off. you just couldn’t forgive his betrayal. he knew. caroline has always been a worry in your life. from past relationships to your career, everything was a competition and you always lost. klaus was no exception. it seemed klaus and caroline had actually became a couple after your break up. it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“y/n, please wait just a second. listen to me, dear.” klaus asked desperately, his eyes slowly but surely watering at the realization of what was happening. you held your suitcase close to you, your hand tightening around the handle, trying your hardest not to give in to klaus anymore.

“let me go.” you repeated once again, not daring to meet his eyes anymore.

“y/n, please.” klaus pleaded. “i’m sorry. i truly am. i never intended for this to happen.” he said, his hand trying to hold yours, but you pulled away again. apologies meant nothing. you had nothing else to say. you were done. your relationship was done.

“darling, please, just—” klaus pleaded yet again, his hands now laid on your soaked cheeks. the nickname tugging at your broken heart. a few tears left your eyes in pure anger and betrayal.

“no!” you raised your voice, your throat aching as you continued. “you kissed her!” you said, as you forcefully removed his hands from you. klaus stared, sorrow in his eyes, shaking his head.

“y/n—”

“do you love her?”

“what?” klaus asked, taken back by the sudden question. you wiped your teary eyes and spoke again.

“answer me. do you love her?” you asked once again, terrified of the answer. but needing the response.

“please..” klaus begged, not daring to respond. but you knew the answer. after all, who were you next to the caroline forbes?

you nodded in response, understanding. you weren’t her. you would never be as special as her. who were you to think you could be appreciated and loved? how naive. you sniffled, placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, ready to walk out of his life for good. klaus looked for your eyes, worried about you, and about the hurt he has caused you. but you never met his eyes. you completely ignored his existence, and left.

you shivered gently, as warm air left your mouth. you held the grocery bag, that contained a few snacks, headache pills and a bottle of wine, to continue to drown your sorrows in. you were over him. you swore you were. but from time to time, you couldn’t help but hurt. you have never loved anyone the way you loved klaus. not matt nor tyler. no one ever came close, not that it mattered anymore.

the streets were empty, probably due to all the werewolves and vampire attacks in the city. this was no surprise to you, you were used to it. werewolves and vampires just didn’t scare you anymore. who would even try to lay a hand on you? you were klaus mikaelson’s ex girlfriend, and a close friend of the mikaelson family. the brothers and rebekah had been taking great care of you. they knew more than anybody what happened between you two, and understood your need for space. kol and elijah were very fond of you. rebekah believed they were in love with you, often joking about another love triangle. the mikaelson family has helped you so much through all of this. it has been a year. you healed, but you never wanted to see caroline or klaus ever again.

you pouted a bit, as you realized how quite far the store was from your place. you wanted to be home already. times like this is when you wished to be a vampire. the speed would really help you right now. you smirked at your dumb thoughts as you fixed your airpod, continuing your walk home. you took out your phone, wanting to skip a song, when you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“y/n?” the voice asked, making you almost freeze in your tracks. please don’t let this be who you thought it was.

your eyes looked up from your phone screen and met his. your past lover’s eyes. the eyes of the man you so desperately loved, but you felt nothing but sadness for. you took a deep breath as you took a look at him. he looked good. healthy.

“it’s—” klaus started, before looking down at the watch in his wrist, his eyes full of worry and confusion. “it’s two am, love… why are you wandering around so late at night?” klaus asked gently, scared to anger you, or sadden you, but so worried about you.

it was very late already. it had been dangerous around town. he knew you were an easy target to hurt him. you were human, and had no protection around you. klaus lived in constant fear of waking up with the news of your death or kidnapping done by his many enemies. you tilted your head at his soft tone. you sighed softly, shrugging your shoulder.

“it’s alright. just needed something from the store down the road.” you replied, signaling at the plastic bag in your hand. he tilted his head in utter confusion, why wouldn’t you wait until morning? regardless he nodded slowly.

“i see…but why must you walk all alone at this time of night? it’s been dangerous lately.” klaus said, you furrowed your eyebrows and and looked up at him. he sounded so genuinely worried and you couldn’t understand why.

“why do you care, niklaus?” you asked, your tone tired. klaus looked into your kind eyes, and felt a rush of sadness wash over him, as he remembered his time with you.

the truth is… caroline wasn’t you. she really wasn’t, and klaus despised it. caroline was kind, but not as kind and selfless as you. she was loving, but he didn’t feel as alive with her as he did with you. she could offer him eternity, but he realized he would prefer spending a limited lifespan by your side. it wasn’t that you were caroline, it was that caroline just wasn’t you.

“i just— you do know i care so deeply about you, right? i just wanted to check up on you.” klaus half lied, he just missed you. he missed you like crazy and it was eating him alive. the big, bad original vampire was nothing with you. you chucked under your breath, not wanting to offer him a reply to his cheap excuse.

“let me walk you home, won’t you?” klaus continued, real concern in his voice, and you heard it. you bit your lip, hesitating.

“i beg. i just want to be certain that you got home safe and sound.” klaus said softly, as you started fidgeting with your hands. you sighed, nodding your head after a few minutes of hesitating. he seemed so genuinely worried, a little company wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

it was silent most of the time. you wanted to ask. how everything was with caroline, but why would you want to hurt yourself even more? why would you care? so you didn’t ask. and wouldn’t even talk if he didn’t start a conversation first. klaus could feel his heart breaking as the silence broke out yet again. you always had something to say, something to tell him, but now you were dead silent. it pained him.

“i miss you.” klaus finally confessed, your heart stopping at his sudden words. for the first time, you looked at him, in utter shock. but klaus continued looking upfront, terrified to meet your expression. after a few minutes of thinking, you spoke up.

“you don’t get to do that.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. he nodded in agreement, biting his red lips. you were right. he has no right to even miss you at all. he was the one who caused this.

“i acknowledge that, believe me.” klaus said, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. you could sense the honesty in his voice. “i just wanted to tell you.” you nodded, your eyes now locked towards the floor you both walked on.

“caroline…” klaus continued, the mention of her name felt like a knife to the chest. you swallowed your hurt and continued to listen to klaus mikaelson pour his heart out for you. “she’s lovely. she’s sweet, delightful and kind…” klaus said, every one of his words deepening your wound.

“but she’s just not… you.” klaus said, stopping his walking and turning to face you. “i realized how big of a mistake i made. i knew of your past with her, and i still did it, and i want to apologize.” klaus spoke, as you listened.

“in this past year, i have done nothing but miss and love you.” klaus confessed and you felt your skin turn pale. “you are the one made for me, y/n. and i was incredibly foolish for even doubting it.”

“klaus..”

“please— let me finish.” klaus begged, his strong, big hands reaching over to hold yours. “she’s not you. she is just not the woman i am so desperately in love with. she is absolutely no one and nothing next to you. and i feel so miserable for adding onto your pain, and self doubt.” klaus continued.

“klaus—” you tried saying once again, only to be interrupted.

“i was wrong.” klaus whispered softly, his right hand now resting on your soft cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “my biggest mistake to day is hurting you.” klaus confessed, his eyes slowly watering, to your surprise. you heart was being shaken by his broken expression, the way his eyes were filled with pure regret and sadness, and how his mouth frowned at you. it took everything in you to not wrap your arms around him and console who used to be your gentle hybrid. after a while of staring into each other’s eyes, klaus spoke up again.

“would you please give me another chance to redeem myself? let me make this right, my love, please.” klaus finished, his eyes full of sincerity. the nickname he used to always endearingly call you taking your breath away instantly.

you stood in the middle of the street, with the man of your life holding you, and pleading to have you back. you bit your lip, holding back the tears that threatened to run down your cheeks. he wanted you back? he realized he was wrong? he regrets everything? you don’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry.

you wanted to give in, and be his again. you adored him. you were sure he was the love of your life. but could you even trust him anymore? after everything he put you through? after all the turmoil, heartbreak and self distrust you felt for yourself? he was part of the cause of your low self-esteem, and lack of self confidence. the person who used to be the main reason for your confidence and self love, was now the reason of your infinite sadness and self loathing.

“i can’t…” you started, your hands rushing over to remove his from your body. klaus looked at you, shocked by your actions. “i won’t go back to you, klaus.” you replied gently. even if he broke your heart into a million pieces, you wouldn’t want to hurt him. he mattered to you. the only way you were going to hurt him was by not going back to him, and letting caroline have him. that would be your revenge for everything she has put you through. letting her believe the man she wanted most loved her, when in fact, he adored you.

“darling…”

“no, niklaus.” you said gently, shaking your head. “you and caroline are perfect for each other, can’t you see?” you said, his heart tightening at your words.

“you’ve hurt me enough. how sure can i be that you won’t change your mind like you did before?” you asked, and klaus shook his head, refusing. his hands ran to your cheeks again, his forehead now resting in yours, eyes closed as he begged you. klaus mikaelson was begging you. a mere human.

“i will never. i will never commit the same mistake as before, my beloved.” klaus whispered to you, his voice breaking. you fought your tears, breaking the contact between you two.

“and what if you do? what if this happens again? i won’t put myself through this again, klaus. i deserve better.” you said, finally putting yourself first. you mattered, before anyone else. even before the man you loved.

“i just can’t find it in me to trust you again.” you said, taking a few steps back, ready to continue walking home, and leave all this behind. you wanted to start over and regain the love you once had for yourself. klaus stared at you, as tears now ran down his cheek. it took everything in you to not kiss him and forgive him in that instant.

“then please.” klaus spoke again, raising his voice, so you could hear as you walked away from him. “please keep your heart open for me.” klaus spoke for the last time, desperation in his voice. a smile creeped up in your lips, as you continued walking him.

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