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[countrymusiclover]

14 - The Hybrid and his Songbird

Part 15

The Hybrids Bright Star

Tags - @melvia-ito @lover-of-books-and-tea @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @elenavampire21 @frost-queen @anonymousmuffinbear

The next couple of days constituted of looking for the necklace that Gloria said she needed. Once we found it we would leave Chicago and go back to her bar. Klaus and Stefan were on a couch drinking from two girls. Watching Klaus remove his fangs from his now dead girl's neck, I flinched, sitting on the other end of the couch from him. Seeing him with his fangs and the veins underneath his eyes still visible made me think back to my unfortunate time with Damon.

“You look a little pale, love,” Klaus said, seeing me turtling my chest into my knees, trying not to puke.

“It’s just... uh... seeing you drink is kinda a reminder of Damon. I'm trying not to get sick at the memories of him and me.”

The hybrid raised one hand, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face returning to normal. “Apologies, songbird.”

“My girl's dead. I'm bored,” Rebekah spoke up.

Klaus looked at Stefan. “You weren't kidding about being hungry.”

Stefan removed his fangs from his girl's neck. “Yeah. It's been a long day.”

“Try being related to her,” Klaus laughed.

Rebekah scoffed, eyeing Stefan. “You're being mean. And why are you being mean? You used to love me.”

“It's been 90 years, Rebekah. Give him a minute,” her brother rolled his eyes while I played with the laces of my tennis shoes.

Rebekah asked. “Why are you taking his side?”

Klaus glanced over his shoulder at her. “Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn't give you what you want.”

“Will you stop making me out to be a brat? I am not a brat!” She snapped back at him.

“A thousand years of life experience says otherwise,” he teased under his breath knowing she'd hear him.

Stefan countered the hybrid. “Well, you're no picnic, either. I mean, I've only spent one summer with you and I feel like I want to blow my head off.”

She laughed with a smile. “Fantastic.”

He got up and left the large apartment room. “I need to go.”

Rebekah made a confused expression. “Where's he going?”

“To write a name on a wall. It's a long story,” Klaus explained to her shifting his gaze when he noticed me getting up and grabbing my purse, heading towards the door. “Hallie, where are you off to?”

“None of your business. Don't follow me, Mikaelson.” Shutting the door behind me, not bothering to wait and hear his response back. I needed to be away from him before I let myself fall for him. He was attractive obviously but that's all he could be to me.

I found a dimly lit bar a few blocks away and slumped onto a stool, signaling the bartender. He slid an Angry Orchard across the bar. "I didn't order this."

"Guy at the end of the bar," the bartender said, pointing. I scowled as I saw Klaus, leaning against the bar, lightly waving. Of course. I should have known.

A few minutes later, he was standing in front of me. "Are you angry at me, love?"

"No." The word was flat, devoid of emotion.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze intense. "Then why have you been avoiding me like the plague?"

I busied myself with the label on the bottle, avoiding his eyes. "I'm not avoiding you."

"Really? Because it feels remarkably like you're avoiding me. Tell me what's wrong, Hallie." His voice was softer now, almost pleading.

The truth was, I didn't know where to start. How could I explain that I was terrified of him? Not of him hurting me, but of him seeing me, of him realizing that I was a broken, defective version of what a person should be? I played hard to get to hide my fear. "There's nothing wrong. I just... needed some air."

"Air? You could have gotten air with me." He circled around me, his eyes searching mine. He knew I was lying. He always knew. "Is it because of what happened earlier? With Damon?"

"No," I lied again. "It's not about Damon."

"Then what is it, Hallie? Tell me." He cupped my cheek, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I want to understand."

I scoffed, pulling away. "You wouldn't understand. You're Klaus Mikaelson. You don't understand what it's like to feel... broken."

"You think I don't know what it's like to feel broken?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Hallie, I am broken. I've been broken for a thousand years. But I see something in you that isn't broken, something that shines. And I'm drawn to it, like a moth to a flame."

I wanted to believe him, desperately. But I couldn't. I was too damaged, too used to being the thing that people discarded. "You're just saying that."

"No, Hallie, I'm not. I'm telling you the truth. I see you. I see your strength, your kindness, your... light. Don't you see that?" He took my hand.

I felt myself starting to waver, starting to believe him. But I couldn't let myself. It was too dangerous. "I... I need to go to the bathroom." I yanked my hand away and practically ran towards the restroom, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I see they've opened the doors to the riff raff now,” Klaus watched me walk to the bathroom right before Damon Salvatore took the barstool I was previously sitting on, making him mock the weaker vampire.

Damon smirked at the hybrid. “Oh, honey, I've been called worse.”

Klaus mocked him. “You don't give up, do you?”

“Give me my brother back... You'll never have to see me again,” the raven haired vampire proposed.

“Well, I am torn. You see, I promised Stefan I wouldn't let you die, but how many freebies did I really sign up for? And clearly you want to die, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so…”

Damon smiled, seeing me standing by the bathroom hallway watching them. “What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker ... .you know I gotta ask how she is under the sheets. I didn't really get a chance to experience it for myself-”

Klaus growled and grabbed him by the throat, strangling him with his feet not touching the bar floor. “Don’t you dare talk about her that way, you asshole!” His veins protruded under his eyes, his hybrid face contorted with rage.

“Niklaus, put him down,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the fear churning inside me.

Klaus ignored me, his grip tightening on Damon’s throat. “You think you can just waltz in here and disrespect her like that? You treated her like she was nothing, a mere blood bag, and now you dare to speak of her in such a vulgar manner?”

Damon choked, his face turning a ghastly shade of purple. "Just... asking..."

“You should have asked before you treated her like she was disposable,” Klaus hissed. He threw Damon into a booth, the wood splintering under the impact. Klaus stalked towards Damon, his eyes blazing with fury.

Klaus picked up a toothpick and began stabbing Damon with it. “Oh, dear, what was that? I'm a little boozey, so you'll forgive me if I miss your heart the first few tries.”

He stabbed him again. “Ohh! No, that's not it. Hmm.”

He stabbed him a third time. “Ohh. Almost.”

“You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I'm so much more fun,” Damon groaned, but it was the hybrid's next words that made me rush towards them. Yanking the ruby necklace out from underneath my shirt, siphoning some magic from it.

“You won't be any fun after you're dead.”

He pushed him on the ground and was about to stab him but the word flew from my mouth with the flick of my raised hand, lighting the broken chair leg making him drop it so he doesn't get burned. “Incendia.”

Klaus lifted his gaze to me. “Really?”

“Next time I say don't follow me, actually listen to me.” Brushing hair from my eyes I stomped past him and out the bar door. Only getting down one alleyway before a figure whooshed in front of me, and sure enough it was Klaus.

I tried to go around him, but he was too fast. “Just leave me alone.”

"I'm not going to leave you alone, Hallie. Not now, not ever." His voice was low, insistent.

"Why? What do you want from me?" I snapped, my voice trembling.

“I want to understand,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Why you run from me, why you act like I disgust you.”

“I don’t act like you disgust me,” I argued, crossing my arms over my chest. "I just think you really shouldn't waste your time on me."

He stepped closer, invading my personal space. “What is keeping you from admitting that there is something between us?”

“There isn’t anything between us,” I said, unconvincingly. “I’m… broken, Klaus. I’m a siphon. I'm not even normal. And I just found out that I killed my twin. I have too much baggage for anyone to ever want me.” My voice cracked, and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Broken?” He tilted his head, studying my face. “You see yourself as broken? I see a strength in you, Hallie, a light that shines even in the darkest of corners.”

Rolling my eyes I spun on my heels stomping away yet he vamped in front of me a second time. “I don't believe you. What is it that you truly want from me Niklaus!”

"I want you to see yourself the way I see you. I want you to believe that you're worth something."

"I'm not worth anything," I whispered. "Damon clearly saw how weak I am before I saw it in myself. That's why he fed on me like I was his personal blood supply. And now we know he must be right. I mean I literally forced myself to block out that I freaking killed my sister - my twin sister. I'm the worst - and no one will ever care or love me!"

"That's not true," Klaus said, his voice softening. "You're more than Damon Salvatore's former blood supply or the four year old girl who was tricked into accidentally killing your twin sister Liberty. Do you hear me, you are more than either of those things."

"Then what am I?" My voice was thick with tears.

He reached out and cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears. "You're Hallie. You're kind, you're strong, you're funny, and you're beautiful. You're a survivor, and you deserve to be happy."

“Nik -” I muttered his nickname like a prayer, threading my fingers into the fabric of his grey Henley shirt.

He leaned closer, his gaze intense. "You think I haven't seen darkness, Hallie? You think I don't know what it's like to be haunted by the past? I am a thousand years old, love. I have seen and done things that would make your hair stand on end. But I also see beauty, and resilience, and hope."

“Hope?” I scoffed. “What hope is there for me? I’m a monster, Klaus. I siphon magic from others. I’m not capable of love. You can’t possibly want someone like me.”

“You are not a monster, Hallie,” he said, his voice firm. “You are a survivor. And you are capable of more love than you know. I know it, because I see it in your eyes. And yes," he admitted, his voice softening, "I want you. I want to know you, all of you, the beautiful, the broken, the strong, the scared. I want it all.”

I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to believe him. But the fear was still there, gnawing at me, telling me that I was too damaged, too unworthy. “I…I don’t know, Klaus,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with an intensity that made my heart race. He lowered his head, his lips hovering just above mine. I held my breath, every nerve in my body on fire.

He kissed me then, a slow, deliberate kiss that stole my breath away. It wasn’t a forceful, demanding kiss like Damon's. It was gentle, tentative, as if he was afraid of breaking me. But beneath the gentleness, there was a raw passion, a hunger that mirrored my own.

My mind went blank, and I forgot all about my fears, my doubts, my brokenness. There was only Klaus, and the feel of his lips on mine, and the desperate longing that surged through me. I kissed him back, pouring all of my pent-up emotions into the kiss, the fear, the pain, the hope, the desire.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. He pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he was my only anchor in a storm.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in the kiss, oblivious to the world around us. Finally, he broke away, his breath ragged. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Hallie," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Tell me to stop, if this is not what you want. Tell me now, and I will walk away."

I looked into his eyes, and I saw the truth reflected there. He wanted me, really wanted me, and he was willing to fight for me, to wait for me, to love me, even with all my flaws.

And in that moment, I knew that I couldn't run anymore. I couldn't hide from him, or from myself. I had to take a chance, to risk everything, and trust that maybe, just maybe, I was worthy of his love. I wrapped my arms around his neck once more, pulling him back for another kiss. This time, there was no fear, no hesitation, only pure, unadulterated desire.

[stormoflina]

Outfit pics are back, time for my favourite post, lessgoo

disclaimer: opinions

Sigh, so the thing with Dominik is that you can't judge his outfits using parameters like taste or sense of style, you have to apply his very own little Domi scale to rate it, otherwise we are in the trenches.

With that in mind, I can appreciate that he is finally not wearing the rope laces, not that these ones are any better sadly. Bag, plain ugly. But you know what, hot take, but I kinda like this set. On the Domi scale it's a 6.5/10, 3/10 in the normal.

Will we ever see Ryan in something else, other than plain, monochrome sweats? Not feeling the navy either, I think the warmer tones look nicer on him. And those shoes look like the ones you can buy in Aldi, I'm sorry. It's safe, it's boring, can't give a number higher than 4/10.

Only Cody could wear Prada and still serve millennial dad core. 😭 Yet again, his height and face card saves him tho, he just looks clean and put together, as always. The shoes are nice, I guess. 5/10, because I'm bored!!

Listen, Stefan usually serves, but this is not a flattering picture. 😭 He loves his flowy, baggy pants, but this one is just not it. I like the chunky shoes tho, and the jacket and baseball cap, it's fun, youthful, he looks cute. 7.5/10

Nike and Adidas monochrome sweatsets? How original! I'm giving them 5/10 each, because I love them, not because they look good. I mean they do, just not the outfits.

Hot take: I don't like puffer jackets, so we are already a few points behind. Still, Virgil is just so effortlessly cool (despite clearly also putting effort into it yk), I just can't help but like it. 😭 Layering king, shoes are nice, hair is on point, pose is great... Typical Virgil aura. 8/10

Uhm, Macca, put your ankles away you, you w*h*ore. Yeah, this is not it, very much 2010s business bro vibes. It's something Ali would wear. 😭 And it's not your fault Macca, but I have trauma from men in shiny puffy vests. The maté kit is cute tho. 4.5/10

Don't judge me, but I like this okay. Idk, he looks so soft and cozy in the jumper and I like how the top matches the shoes. And his black leather maté kit is a serve too. But maybe it's just Darwin's good looks that make me say 7/10.

Here comes Wataru, saving the day again. Not his best fit, but he still looks sharp and so well put together, despite taking a more causal approach. I love a man in well-fitted clothes and these jeans look great on him! I don't really like the shoes, but other than that it's a casual 7/10.

[football-and-fanfics]

Inside Anfield, 5 May 2024

See more of my Liverpool FC gifs

[inspirationfandream]

TVD!Book fancast x Show: Elena Gilbert x Stefan Salvatore

(Crackship Gif: Britt Robertson x Paul Wesley)

[hubba1892]

The child is back!

[empyrean11]

BuffBoys!! Home this week so we get pictures! 😁

oh. hello Will... and Will's arms. 💪

and RJ Schreck! and his Shrek arms!💪

Joey!

Josh Rivera!

Stefanic shaved?! I think that's Damiano behind him.

thanks for coming back to us, Ali!

LEO! LEO LEO LEO! In a silly bucket hat! 😁

Rainer & Riley

[liverpool-enjoyer]

Gavi joins Liverpool?? Hello👀

YESSSS ive had that idea in my head for ages now!!! i havent started writing it yet n idk if i'll ever get around to it only cause idk how itll end (thats actually stopped me from writing a lotta fics, i cant imagine working on something if idk how i'll end it)

but for you my friend, i'll tell you some things i plan to include >:))

he transfers cause barca fucks up his contract renewal. idk shit abt the legalities n stuff of player contracts so itll be v inaccurate n i'll take a LOTTA liberties

lewy tries (key word TRIES) to teach pablito some english before hes shipped off to england

gavi gravitating to the spanish speakers of the team, especially stefan, since hes spanish n close in age

the first words outta dominiks mouth upon meeting him are some outta pocket shit (but like in a funny way)

robbo takes gavi golfing n trent tags along. fermin is also there. fermin n trent bitch abt their best friends while robbo teaches gavi to suck less at golf. someone takes a golf ball to the eye. (shoutout to my homie @tl-trashtalk for the idea. at least i think it was them. if not then uhhhh sorry bro)

"long distance" pedrigavi. i say "long distance" cause its a whopping TWO N A HALF HOUR FLIGHT. thats fucking light work.

ask abt my wips if you want!! :D

[kraeki]

The last TV series the boys watched

[perfettamentechic]

26 febbraio … ricordiamo …

26 febbraio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Claudio Carafoli, attore teatrale e regista teatrale italiano. La sua carriera ha attraversato sia il teatro che il cinema. Ha scritto e diretto diverse produzioni, collaborando spesso con il Teatro Eliseo di Roma. Alcuni suoi cortometraggi hanno segnato l’esordio di talenti come Valerio Mastandrea ed Edoardo Pesce. (n. 1941) 2020: Michael Medwin, attore e produttore cinematografico…

[countrymusiclover]

13 - Rebekah Mikaelson

Part 14

The Hybrids Bright Star

Tags - @melvia-ito @lover-of-books-and-tea @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @elenavampire21 @frost-queen @anonymousmuffinbear

The silence was deafening. Back in Mystic Falls I’d be constantly surrounded by noise – the rustle of leaves in the town square, the murmur of conversations in the Grill, the ever-present soundtrack of drama that followed Elena and her supernatural entourage. But here? In this secluded corner of the Chicago motel, all I heard was the frantic thump-thump of my own heart.

I hunched over my notebook, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the page. My guitar lay untouched in its case, a silent accusation. I was supposed to be writing a new song, something to chase away the lingering darkness. But all that came out were fragments, echoes of a feeling I couldn’t name, couldn’t escape.

“Ghost of a touch, a whisper of fire, Haunts every beat of my heart’s desire. Eyes like the dawn, a smile like the sun, Lost in the shadows, the damage is done.

He built up walls, but underneath he’s as soft as a willow, or even a leaf. I see his pain, I want him to be happy. But who am I kidding, he’ll never date a siphony witch like me.

Shattered mirror, a reflection untold, A love story broken, before it unfolds. He deserves the sun, the moon, and the stars, Instead he gets the woman who doesn’t know who she is.

But I’m just a mess, a tragedy’s child, *Forever exiled, forever reviled. He’s too good for me, too pure, too bright, I will turn him on fire, and bathe him in white.”

God, it was awful. Sentimental garbage, dripping with self-pity. And the worst part? It was all about Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson. The Original Hybrid. The guy who saw something in me, a flicker of light amidst the chaos of my past. The guy I was now actively avoiding.

After seeing the memory of me merging with my sister, Liberty, I could not face him with the fact I was the reason she was dead. Liberty was supposed to be the gifted one, the strong one. Turns out that was me, considering I was the only one left. I was the siphon. I killed my own sister. And then Klaus had to witness it.

He’d been… understanding. Gentle, even. He’d held me while I sobbed, had stroked my hair and whispered words of comfort that I didn’t deserve. But I knew, deep down, that he couldn’t possibly want me after seeing that. I was damaged goods, a broken soul. He was Klaus Mikaelson – powerful, charismatic, immortal. He deserved someone whole, someone strong. Not a messed-up country singer with a penchant for accidental homicide.

So I’d retreated. I’d buried myself in songwriting, hoping to exorcise the demons of my past. But every melody, every lyric, seemed to lead back to him. To his captivating eyes, his sardonic smile, the way his presence made my skin hum with a strange, unfamiliar energy.

A knock at the door startled me. My heart leaped into my throat. Please, don’t let it be him.

“Hallie? Are you decent?” It was Klaus’ voice, laced with that familiar hint of amusement.

I groaned internally. “Give me a minute!” I scrambled to shove my notebook under the pillow, then splashed some water on my face, hoping to erase the evidence of my misery. I took a deep breath, plastered on a fake smile. “Come in!”

He entered the room, filling it with his commanding presence. He was dressed impeccably, as always, in a tailored jacket and dark jeans. His eyes, those mesmerizing pools of blue, scanned the room, lingering on me for a moment before flicking away.

“We’re leaving,” he announced, his voice clipped. “We have business to attend to in Chicago.”

“Chicago?” I echoed, my stomach twisting with anxiety. “What kind of business?”

“Family business,” he replied, his lips curling into a wry smile. “Let’s just say there’s been a slight… development.”

“Do I have to come?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He raised an eyebrow. “I would prefer it. I value your… insight.”

Insight? Or did he just want me around as a distraction? A reminder of the humanity he was so desperately trying to cling to? Whatever his reasons, I knew I couldn’t refuse. Not without revealing the depth of my turmoil.

“Okay,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just let me grab my bag.”

The storage facility was a grim, cavernous space, filled with rows upon rows of identical metal units. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. It felt like a place where secrets went to die.

Klaus led me through the maze of corridors, his footsteps echoing in the silence. I trailed behind him, my senses on high alert. This place felt wrong, dangerous.

He stopped in front of a unit, pulled out a key, and unlocked the padlock. The door creaked open, revealing a scene that made my blood run cold.

Coffins. Several of them, lined up in neat rows. Each one intricately carved, adorned with silver and strange, arcane symbols.

“What is this place?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“My family’s sanctuary,” Klaus replied, his voice devoid of emotion. “Or, at least, it used to be.”

He stepped inside, beckoning me to follow. Hesitantly, I obeyed. As I entered, I saw that one of the coffins was open, empty. And a dead body lay slumped against the wall, a look of terror frozen on his face.

“Rebekah…” Klaus called out, his voice sharp. “It’s your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Suddenly, a woman with bright blonde hair wearing a white sparkly dress that was decades old appeared, a blur of motion. She vamp-sped across the room and plunged a silver dagger into Klaus’ chest.

“Go to hell, Nik!” she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.

I gasped, recoiling in horror. Klaus staggered back, clutching the dagger. For a moment, he looked genuinely vulnerable.

She turned her attention to me, her gaze hardening. I could feel the hunger radiating off her, the primal instinct to kill.

“And who is this little morsel?” she snarled, advancing towards me. “Another one of Niklaus’ playthings?”

Before I could react, Klaus grabbed Rebekah, shoving her away from me.

“Leave her alone, Rebekah!” he roared, his eyes flashing with anger. “She has nothing to do with this.”

Rebekah struggled against his grip, but Klaus was too strong. He yanked the dagger from his chest and threw it to the ground.

“Don’t pout,” he said, his voice regaining its usual sardonic tone. “You knew it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more,” Rebekah retorted, glaring at him.

“I understand that you’re upset with me, Rebekah,” Klaus said, his voice softening slightly. “So, I’m going to let that go. Just this once. Brought you a little peace offering. You can come in.”

He gestured towards the doorway, and Stefan Salvatore appeared.

Rebekah’s eyes widened in surprise. “Stefan…”

Klaus stepped closer to Stefan, his hand outstretched. He compelled him, his voice hypnotic. “Now you remember,”

Stefan’s eyes flickered, his expression changing from confusion to recognition. “I remember you. We were friends.”

“We are friends,” Klaus affirmed, turning to Rebekah. “And now, the reason you’re here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original Witch.”

“The Original Witch?” Rebekah echoed, her brow furrowing.

“What do you have that Gloria needs?” Klaus pressed.

Rebekah’s hand flew to her neck, her fingers searching for something that wasn’t there. “Where’s my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!”

“I don’t know. I didn’t touch it,” Klaus said, his voice laced with impatience.

“We need to find it, Nik,” Rebekah insisted, her voice rising in panic. “Now, I want it back!”

“Tell me that’s not what she needs, Rebekah!” Klaus demanded, his patience wearing thin.

Rebekah ignored him, frantically searching through the coffin, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor. The necklace was gone.

Later that day, we found ourselves in a high-end clothing store, surrounded by racks of designer dresses and the irritatingly upbeat sounds of pop music. The champagne helped numb the edge, though it couldn’t quite drown out the persistent voice in my head telling me I was a freak, a danger to everyone around me. I picked at the label on my glass of champagne, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Rebekah was in the fitting room, trying on clothes. Klaus, Stefan, and I were waiting outside, sipping champagne and trying to look like we belonged in this ridiculously opulent environment. “There has to be more to this dress,” Rebekah said from inside the fitting room.

“There’s not,” Klaus called back, his voice bored.

Rebekah emerged from the fitting room, wearing a short, black dress that barely covered her thighs.

“So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then,” she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers.”

I accidentally snorted out a laugh. “Sorry, I thought you were joking.”

“You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing,” Klaus quipped, earning a glare from his sister.

“And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident,” Rebekah complained.

“It’s dance music,” Stefan offered.

“People dance to this?” Rebekah asked, incredulous.

“Hmm,” Stefan replied, noncommittally.

Klaus sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Are we done?”

“And why are you so grumpy?” Rebekah asked, turning to him.

I knew why he was grumpy. I was grumpy too. The tension between us was palpable, a thick, suffocating cloud that hung in the air.

“Okay, look. When he took me out to go country two-stepping I could tell something was going on between us. But the other day we saw my memories of me killing my twin sister in our crazy family's coven ritual. Which makes me a horrible country singer, siphon witch, and person in general. He doesn't deserve to be with someone as broken as me!” I stopped, horrified at my outburst.

Rebekah’s eyes widened, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She tilted her head, studying Klaus and then me. I could practically hear her thoughts: Oh, so that's how it is.

I could tell she sensed the unspoken chemistry between Klaus and me, the magnetic pull that I was so desperately trying to resist. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

Klaus, on the other hand, just looked… confused. Maybe even a little hurt.

“She's still processing everything, Bekah.” Her brother responded after a few minutes of silence.

Rebekah's eyebrows shot up. "Processing? What's there to process? You two practically radiate hormones. I've seen more subtle flirting at a funeral."

The blood drained from my face. "That's not..." I stammered, but Rebekah wasn't finished.

"Oh, don't play coy with me. I can practically smell the lust. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Honestly, Nik, you're usually better at this."

“I needed one thing from you, Rebekah,” Klaus said, his voice changed to tight with controlled anger, “for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying. One thing. Your necklace. And you lost it.”

“I didn’t lose it,” Rebekah retorted. “It’s just been missing for 90 years.” She turned to Stefan, her eyes pleading.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, twirling in the dress.

“I like it,” Stefan said, his voice flat.

Rebekah’s face fell. “I can always tell when you’re lying, Stefan.”

She stormed back into the fitting room, dragging me by the forearm despite the fact I tried arguing back. Klaus watched us go, his expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“Nice one, good work,” Klaus said to Stefan, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You’re the one that pulled the dagger out of her,” Stefan countered.

“I heard that!” Rebekah yelled from inside the fitting room.

I protested against Rebekah’s relentless attempts to make me try on clothes, but she brushed me aside, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t be ridiculous, Hallie,” she said, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “I can sense your desire to jump my brother’s bones from across the room.”

My face flushed crimson. I knew Klaus and Stefan could hear everything.

“I’m a virg–” I started to say, but stopped myself before I could finish the sentence.

“Oh,” she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. “Well, in that case, you definitely need something special.”

Dropping my arms down at my sides I leaned my back against the mirror of the dressing room, still doing my best to lie. “There’s nothing going on between me and Klaus," I insisted, even though my heart pounded in my chest at the thought.

“You don’t have to get anything today,” Rebekah continued, her voice losing its edge. “But I’ll definitely help you shop whenever you do go on a date with my brother.”

The image of Klaus and I, on a date, flashed through my mind. A real date, not just a random night out. A date where we could be ourselves, without the weight of the supernatural world pressing down on us.

But it was a fantasy, a foolish dream. Klaus Mikaelson would never date someone like me. And even if he did, I knew I would only end up hurting him.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping. “Thanks, Rebekah,” I said, my voice barely audible. “But I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.”

Rebekah didn’t reply. She simply looked at me, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of pity and understanding.

[millythegoat]

Yep..those are my clowns indeed :')

Look at somebody new every time you rewatch this 😭

[inspirationfandream]

[shadowcatgirl09]

I'm kind Curious of who your fancast are for the book characters or who you wished they'd cast in the tv adaptation

Whew this has changed a lot over the years but fancast wise I use these people:

Elena: Scarlett Leithold and or Chloe Rose Robertson

Bonnie: Katherine McNamara or Daria Sidorchuk

Meredith: Bianca Santos, Tashi Rodriguez or Bruna Marquezine

Stefan: Simon Van Meervenne

Damon: Corey Mylchreest and I used to use Ben Barnes but ugh

Matt: Logan Shroyer

Caroline: Madelaine Petsch

Tyler is hard. Dude's a redhead in the books and absolutely no one comes to mind for him. Michael was truly good damn casting in the show.

Klaus: Alexander Skarsgard

Katherine: Alexis Ren

Mrs. Flowers: Barbara Eden

[empyrean11]

Yeah I love them all very much, but this one is the best...

also please someone remind Will Wagner that he got married and his Dad got into the HoF this summer. 😂

[liverpool-enjoyer]

sajlgalgds so true bestie especially most a the team being gryffindors n hufflepuffs fax no printer

sorting footballers into hogwarts houses, liverpool edition!

yanited edition here

Gryffindor

Virgil Van Dijk

Andrew Robertson

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Luis Diaz

Ryan Gravenberch

Ibrahima Konate

Joe Gomez

Jordan Henderson

Hufflepuff

Alisson Becker

Alexis Mac Allister

Wataru Endo

Harvey Elliott

Darwin Nunez

Mohamed Salah

Jurgen Klopp

James Milner

Slytherin

Diogo Jota

Kostas Tsimikas

Dominik Szoboszlai

Roberto Firmino

Ravenclaw

Stefan Bacjetic

Curtis Jones

Thiago Alcântara

Joel Matip

Cody Gakpo

Fabinho

and obligatory @childishfirmino tag although she probs wont see this for a bit (when will she return from the war 💔💔💔)

[cheddar-baby]

will forever appreciate your artblogging, I always like what you have to say or at least find what you say interesting. any artists/movements you're into in particular rn? contemporary or otherwise.

Thanks, im always into dadaism, dutch still life during the baroque period, i think contemporary photography is in a really exciting place right now, big into queer performance art from the 80s-90s.

Mariah robertson is doing cool stuff with film photography, stefan ruiz, chris maggio, and rineke dijkstra are some good portrait photographers to watch. Alexy titarenko does some gorgeous ethereal long exposure work. Cassils, zackary drucker, zanele muholi, yinka shonibare, jacolby satterwhite are all doing some really great work about queerness in their respective mediums.