This Man Is Just-

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?

THISSS

I wish more people would realize both the animated version and live action version of The Little Mermaid can both exist in harmony and peace without one being considered better or worse than the other. Please people just accept that both versions are valid and two separate universes/continuities. 

The animated film is still there for everyone to love and Disney will still release content and merch related it for years to come. Redheads can still feel represented by and connected to the animated Ariel at the same time that black people feel represented and connected to the live action Ariel.  Nobody has to feel like they are losing something or that something is being erased. Really what is happening is that we are gaining another version of a beautiful story and more mermaids to love.

What I wouldn't give for Klaus to degrade me like that honestly

Sittin’ Hot All Over Him

After almost ruining one of Klaus’ deals by teasing him so much, you try to convince Klaus to forgive you despite you not being sorry at all. Unable to refuse you, Klaus gives you what you want — but he wants you all over him.

Contents: oral (male receiving), thigh ride, lots of spit in this one

“No, you won’t have me tonight.”

Her face fell, her eyebrows curling up. “Klaus, I was only teasing.” she whined as she followed him into their bedroom, an innocent-looking frown pulling at her face.

He scoffed and shook his head, taking off his leather jacket and closing the door. “Only teasing? You almost fucking ruined a very important dinner. Aren’t you lucky I mastered the art of restraint, my darling girl? Something you could only aspire to. How embarrassing.”

“I just want you. Is that wrong?” she asked, removing her fur shawl and holding it in her hands.

“Want is a very casual choice of word for the way you’ve been acting tonight.” he said jeeringly, inching toward her like a lion. “You were moaning in my ear about how you need my cock inside you, you were clawing at my shirt, you were grabbing at my cock while squeezing your thighs together. You were a hot mess.”

She shrugged, glaring up at him back as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled at it gently. “You’re going to punish me for desiring you, baby?”

Klaus laughed lowly, tilting her jaw with his index finger. “You’re a whore.” he said. “A needy, desperate whore without an inch of restraint in her body.”

“Add gorgeous to that list,” she teased.

He ripped the shawl out of her hands and threw it to the other side of the room. His breathing sharpened, his eyes widening in frustration with his lover. “I’ll add pathetic to it, too.” he said, seething, before crossing to their bathroom.

She kicked off her heels and started humming to herself. Watching the bathroom door, she slipped off her dress, leaving her in her white lace bra, panties and stockings of the same shade. She brushed her hand through her curls and sighed, a smile now curling on her face.

Klaus had grown used to her teasing. From the beginning of their relationship, she had been drawing him to the brink of insanity almost on the daily. Pulling at him, whispering filth in his ear, wearing revealing clothing whenever she could — she’d mastered the art of teasing. And she loved it; to soak herself in the sexual energy any chance she got, to lure him into it like a siren, driving him crazy. But Klaus was a strong.

With a will of a man who has been through it all, Klaus was not often reactive to her teasing these days. It was becoming harder to bring him into her world involuntarily. So she’d grow impatient, boldening her acts, ensuring she was the centrepiece of his attention, even when solving detrimental disputes for his city. After all, it was not a crime to desire your lover. She was free from shame.

Klaus returned with a slightly reddened face and a few buttons of his shirt undone. The front of his hair was damp from washing his face. He fluttered his lashes a little at the sight of her, avoiding her eyes and instead staring intently at her hips, her waist, her legs, her neck and her breasts. Her beautiful skin he knew was so soft, so hot for him all the time. He watched her near closer to him, swaying her hips as she moved. When she was standing before him, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his body into hers. “What do I need to do to have your love tonight?” she whispered, kissing his neck after.

“You won’t.” he deadpanned, pushing her off of him.

She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. She made her way to their bed and crawled on the purple silk sheets. She laid on her stomach, kicking her feet and leaning on her elbows. “I’m sorry, baby. If I knew you’d get so riled up I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s exactly why you did it!” he shouted. She jumped at the height of his voice all of a sudden, but ultimately kept her composure. “You live to enrage me. That’s your problem. You just can’t help yourself.” His hand flinched to punch the wall beside him, but he restrained himself before he did so. He didn’t want to scare her.

Klaus groaned to himself, rubbing his face. He had no idea what to do with her in this moment. It was true he enjoyed the teasing, but her behaviour tonight blurred his mind so much that he almost lost a deal with an opponent. Of course, he didn’t, but it was a close call. And she didn’t care at all.

She didn’t much care for his political pursuits. All she cared for was his safety and who he was besides his greed. She lusted for him madly beyond his power. Which at first was a breath of fresh air — now, however, it was distracting.

Still, he didn’t know what to do with her. He wanted to ignore her entirely, but she was too captivating to miss. How the lace hugged her skin, how the bra brought her breasts together, the colour of the garments deceiving the eye, wiping them of her sinfulness and introducing a false innocence.

He would submit to her behaviour again, but he wouldn’t fuck her like she wanted. He knew that as long as he was with her, she would be having the time of her life — but she didn’t deserve him on a silver platter. No, she would work for him. She would be all over him, melting warm like chocolate all over his body.

Klaus joined her on the bed, sitting at the headboard and spreading his legs wide. She rushed over to him, crawling in between his legs and climbing up his torso to kiss him.

She enraptured him in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. Klaus held her by her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb, his other hand at her ass.

“I need you.”

“Then you’ll behave.” he said, lifting the hand at her ass to grope her breast. He massaged it, coaxing her to let out a hot breath.

His lover nodded, her lashes fluttering.

“Good girl. Take off my trousers and use that mouth of yours for somethin’ other than driving me insane, would you?”

She giggled as she moved down his body. “You saying my skills don’t drive you wild, baby?”

Klaus laughed a little too. “I don’t wanna hear you talking for a good while.” he said, half jokingly.

She pulled down his trousers and his socks from his body and tossed them across the room. Looking into his eyes, she slowly ran her hands up his legs and onto his thighs before slowly pulling down his boxers, revealing his springing hard-on.

She wrapped her hand around it, jerking it slowly from its base to its tip as she kissed all around his cock. He groaned and pulled her hair, a warning to quit teasing. She let go of him and spat into her hands, using one to massage his balls and the other to pleasure him at his base as she swirled her tongue around his tip, kissing and sucking at it softly.

Klaus let out a moan, spurring her on to take more of him in her mouth. She arched her back and shook her ass as she pleasured him.

She was bobbing her head and massaging him at the base of his cock and his balls, shooting pleasure all throughout his body like fireworks. Klaus buckled his hips, spluttering moans, his gaze set on her.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Your bad behaviour is worth all this. You’re such a good little whore for me, my sweet girl. So good for me.”

She arched her back more and sucked harder. As much as she loved to be degraded, praise sent her body into overdrive.

When he was close, he pushed her off of him gently. “You alright?” she asked, spit dripping from her bottom lip.

He nodded vaguely, his eyes half-shut. “Get on my thigh.” he demanded.

His lover smiled wide, ripping off her panties and tossing them, too, across the room. Klaus spat on his hand and lubricated his thigh with it before she sat on him. She moaned loudly, a sense of relief washing over her. She looked at Klaus, tears in her eyes, mouth open, and began grinding.

At first her hands scratched up and down her body, grabbing at her own hips and breasts. Klaus soon leant forward a little bit to hold her neck. Her eyes kept wandering down to his cock, her mouth watering. So she spit onto her hand again and stroked his cock at the same speed of her grinding. Klaus removed her bra, moaning at the sight of her naked breasts.

They both gasped together as their pleasure intensified, the fire burning high in their loins. She held onto his shoulder with her other hand for some support. He dropped his hand to her waist and directed her to elongate her grinding. When she did, she mewled at the new burst of pleasure. “God, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, my darling girl.” He said, kissing her messy.

When they broke from the kiss, she pulled his face closer, resting her cheek on his as she ground on his thigh. She upped the speed, nearing closer to her release.

Klaus spat on his hand and stoked his cock with her. She moved her hand to his balls so he could stroke himself at the speed he needed to.

She soon recognised how close he was. “Cum all over me, baby,” she begged, moving the hand on his balls to hold her breasts together. She leant back.

Klaus came hard, cum shooting out of his cock and all over the pair of them. He groaned her name, his cum all over her chest and his thighs. His lover grinned as the warmth hit her skin.

The sight of his undoing spurred her own. She moaned his name too when she came, looking into his eyes. He held her neck with one hand and kept the hand at her waist with the other as she came down from her high. “Ooh, good girl,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.”

She brought him into an embrace when she had rode her high, sighing into his neck. He wrapped her hands around her and kissed her forehead.

“As much as I resent your teasing, you are always onto something spectacular.”

She laughed softly. “Klaus, my love, I just want you.”

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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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I think we need to talk about Bex wanting to be human/she'll be in one future.

Now, I absolutely love Rebekah and I get why she wants to be human. But the fact that in the last episode she actually can be, is just completely strange.

I get that her family can protect her and stuff, but it just doesn't make sense, not just for storyline and stuff, but because of the writing.

How could she spend even one week as a human, let alone a whole life? The Mikaelson have countless enemies, and she just gets... to become human like it's nothing?? It doesn't sit right. She could be killed in one blink by one of her family's threats, and her actually getting to live and grow old just doesn't make sense.

And I think that, after she finally grew old and died, she wouldn't be able to see her siblings again (Klaus, Elijah and Finn). Because she would be human, so she couldn't get to the other side, as she didn't practice magic and was no longer a vampire. (I don't really remember a lot of things, I believe the afterlife in TVDU had like separated sides for supernatural and humans, but I could be wrong and I think in Legacies it's mentioned that every person, human or not, are in the same place once they die but I can't really affirm that since the only thing I see from that show are edits of TikTok lmao.)

This probably doesn't even make sense, but I just never liked how Bekah could just become human when she's a Mikaelson and she could get easily killed.

Anyways a photo of my sister in law, who I adore very dearly 🙌

Yes he did

Stefan when he finds the picture of him and Klaus in Chicago.