#TVD Elijah

[katsuthelittlekitten]

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Smut-🔥 Fluff-🧸 Series-⚜️ Headcanon-🧨 Dark-🥀 Dd/Lg-✨ A/B/O-♎️

Oneshots/HC’s

•Elijah Headcanon🧨

•Hidden Princess 🧸✨

•Train Apologies (Eli/Klaus/Kol)🧸🔥✨

•Her Savior🧸✨

•NSFW A-Z🧨

•Jealousy is Destructive🧸

•An Overstimulated Baby Bat🧸✨(Md/Lb)

•Happy Anniversary Little Wolf🧸✨

•His Little Surprise 🧸✨

•She is Mine🧸✨

Yandere

•Yan!NSFW A-Z🥀🧨

•Mafia!Elijah A-Z🥀🧨

•Yan!Mik. Brothers HC’s🧨🥀

•Mafia!Mik. HC’s🧨🥀

•Mafia!Mik. Family HC’s🧨🥀

•Mafia!Mik. x Little!Reader🧨🥀✨

•Their Sugar Baby (Eli/Klaus)🥀🔥

•Klaus and Elijah Obsessed w/ You🧨🥀

•ER Doc!Klaus & PO!Elijah HC’s🥀🔥🧨

Police Officer Elijah Masterlist

Elijah Moodboards

[klausysworld]

Heyy, please could you so some nsfw yandere elijah mikealson head cannons <3

Yandere!Elijah NSFW Alphabet:

A=Aftercare (what he’s like after)

Elijah would never leave you for even a second after your activities. He’s immediately telling you how amazing you were, kissing up your neck and your jaw as he whispers praises into your ear. He’s gentle and soft after, washing your sensitive skin carefully and kissing your lips delicately.

B= Body part (favorite body part of his own or yours)

Elijah is a thigh man. Whether it be his hands on them or his face between them. He loves to see you in a tight little skirt that hugs your curves and has your squeezing your thighs together. His favourite part of himself is his hands. He knows how fast they can turn you on, he lives for how you squirm with his fingers inside you and a hand round your throat.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Elijah loves to cum down your throat. He loves to watch you choke on his cock as you try and swallow everything he gives you. He often pulls out to cum over your back or stomach, loving how you look coated in his desire and taking pride in washing it off you.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Elijah is an absolute animal. He switches from gentleman to beast in seconds. He wants you on your knees, on all fours and he wants you to do exactly as you’re told, exactly when he says it.

E= Experience (does he know what he’s doing)

Elijah is a calculated, intelligent man vampire who has been in the world for over a thousand years. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

F= Favorite position

Doggy mostly. He enjoys having a tight grip on either your throat or hair while he pounds into you over and over. His words are filthy as his hand hits the skin of your ass to make you jolt and let out rasped moans while he fills you up.

G= Goofy (how serious he is)

Elijah is a very serious man. He handles sex almost like it’s business, he knows where, when and how he wants you. Though there are exceptions when he may have been roped into drinking with his brothers and is much more relaxed and clumsy.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He’s a neat guy, well trimmed and happy with his appearance though if you were to request something he would adjust, for you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It’s a mix. It often begins romantic but his animalistic urges nearly always make it much rougher than he intended. There are however, occasions where he’s able to control himself and he’ll be sweet for you. Tell you you’re his good girl while fucking you nice and slow in missionary.

J= Jack off (does he masturbate and how often)

Not once he has you, it’s unnecessary but when he used to watch you, always. He used to sit outside your window or within your closet with his hand around his dick while he watched you change.

K= Kink (kinks what he likes and indulges in)

Elijah is always tying you up, blindfolding you and covering your mouth with his hand to watch you squirm as you try to cry out. He’s very much up for BD/SM and wants to see how far he can push you to find your limits.

L= Location (where he likes to get it on)

Bed, wall, kitchen counter, couch, holding her up in the middle of the room, under the table, bent over the side, anywhere he can.

M= Motivation (things that make him tick/turn ons)

Short skirts and booty shorts have him pining you against the wall with his crotch on your ass. Tilting your head to expose your neck for him has him feral.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Elijah wouldn’t feel overly comfortable with touching you in your sleep. He may touch himself to your sleeping body, but touching you (even with your consent) makes him feel dirty and cruel. He loves you too much and wouldn’t want you to regret your decision when awake.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skill full he is)

Elijah is extremely skilful. He lives between your thighs and knows just how to use his tongue. And as for receiving, he is all the more eager. He loves the way you look with your mouth stretched around his dick as you show him how perfect you are for him.

P= Pace (how fast he is and how long he will last in bed)

He’s quick with his movements but keeps them going for hours on end. He can last for ages, he makes sure to pull at least two or three orgasms out of your before releasing himself.

Q= Quickie (does he prefer fast and hard)

Elijah loves to fuck you nice and hard but that doesn’t mean its over quick. He still wants to have you for as long as he can.

R= Risk (does he like to try new things)

Elijah has already tried pretty much everything but he is all the more happy to see how many of them you will enjoy. Whatever you request, he is up for.

S= Stamina (how many times can he go and how does long each round lasts)

Elijah would go for days if you were able. He loves your body so much, he wishes he would never have to stop.

T= Toys (is he game for using sex toys on himself and/or you)

Elijah is up for toys, he enjoys to see how long you will last with a vibrator inside you before you’re begging for him to fuck you. Leaving inside you and messing with the level throughout the day before returning to find you grinding against his pillow with filthy moans filling the air.

U= Unfair (how does he tease or does he enjoy suspense themselves)

He likes to grope at your breasts, ass and thighs, seeing you get worked up while teasing himself with the feel of you always has you both running hot. He loved how worked up he can get you with just his hands, he loves how you beg for him.

V= Volume (is he loud, what sounds, and does he talk)

He’s more a grunter. Though he’s more prone talking, whispering pure filth into your ear and encouraging your moans to grow louder and louder. He’s much more vocal if you’re on your knees, wanting to spur you on and let you know you’re doing an excellent job.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Elijah has a small thing for voyeurism. It would have to be someone he knows is no threat to him, but he can’t help how hot he finds it to watch you be pleasured by someone else with your eyes on his as he stroked himself to your sounds.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Elijah is very well endowed and he knows it. He may be polite and well mannered but the second he has you alone he’s cocky and pressing his hard on against you to show you just how big he is.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Elijah is often composed and won’t actively tell you that he needs you but it’s quite obvious that he yearns for you almost constantly with the amount he has you held down.

Z= Zzzz (does he sleep after if so how quickly after)

Elijah doesn’t fall asleep very quickly at all. But it’s okay because it means he has time to clean you up, pamper you and read you to sleep. He will only sleep after you’re knock out against him and he knows there is absolutely nothing that could take you from him.

[wholoveseggs]

Moonlight {Masterlist}

As Emma navigates a life filled with abuse and darkness, a chance encounter with Klaus and Elijah, who she believes to be demons, sets in motion a tale of forbidden desires, ancient pacts, and the struggle between light and darkness. Will Emma succumb to the darkness or find liberation?

Now that I have you all significantly horny.. ahem.. sorry... intrigued. I've decided to post my longest work. I basically wrote it in a fugue state all September / October. I will be putting specific warnings for each chapter as they come out, there is smut and violence in some but I'll tag those chapters accordingly. {Main - Masterlist}

NOTE: I'm no longer posting this fic on tumblr, please go to A03 for the remaining chapters! Link is here

{Smut 🌹 - Graphic Violence 🔪- Drug Use 💊}

Chapter One- Chapter Two- Chapter Three- Chapter Four- Chapter Five- Chapter Six- Chapter Seven- Chapter Eight- 🔪 Chapter Nine-🔪 Chapter Ten-🌹 Chapter Eleven- Chapter Twelve- Chapter Thirteen- Chapter Fourteen-💊 Chapter Fifteen- Chapter Sixteen- Chapter Seventeen-🌹 Chapter Eighteen- Chapter Nineteen- Chapter Twenty-🔪 Chapter Twenty-One-🔪 Chapter Twenty-Two-🔪 Chapter Twenty-Three-🔪 Chapter Twenty-Four-🌹 Chapter Twenty-Five- Chapter Twenty-Six- Chapter Twenty-Seven-🌹 Chapter Twenty-Eight-🌹 Chapter Twenty-Nine-

[writing-the-stars]

Little Piece of Heaven

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader 

Summary: You are Elijah Mikaelson’s anchor in the sea of dysfunction brought on by his maladjusted family

Warnings: In Theory Really Fluffy and Cute, But I Feel I Could Say Angst (Very Minor If So), No Use of Pronouns. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this short little imagine I conjured up. I felt so comforted writing this and I hope it does the same for you. I hope everyone’s new year is going well so far!  As always, thank you guys so much for reading!!! Please feel free to leave a comment or send in an ask. I love interacting with you all. Have a wonderful day!!!

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Elijah was exhausted. The weight of being his brother’s keeper was settling heavily into his bones. It was becoming too much for him– this endless pursuit of the hybrid’s redemption. He wasn’t ready to admit it, but he was beginning to think that maybe there was no hope of saving his younger brother after all. Despite his best efforts, it seemed that Klaus always found a way to undo the substantial progress Elijah had helped him make. But it was that progress, however little it lasted, that kept Elijah coming back to his brother’s side because as long as Klaus displayed a potential for goodness, Elijah was committed to helping him fulfill it. 

Tonight, however, the hybrid went too far and Elijah reached his breaking point. He needed a recess– a weekend perhaps where he could escape the city. Go to the mountains and retreat into a cabin where he could indulge in nothingness. 

As tempting as this fantasy of Elijah’s appeared, the Original knew it was just that– an impossible dream. He could never leave the city, not while his brother inhabited it. The guilt would gnaw at him, rob him of any semblance of peace he could hope to gain till he was driven back to the city regardless. Yes, the Mikaelson was bound to the city, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. Not when he had something better than his asinine daydream. You.

Despite the lateness of the evening, he knew you would be up, waiting for him to get back. He was certain he would find you lounging on your sofa– a book in hand– pretending your interest in the novel is why you are up so late and not your worry for him. 

You always fretted so much over him. Scared that one day he would become too caught up in his brother’s dealings and become severely injured. Or worse, end up lying daggered in a box for the rest of your life rather than lying next to you where he should be. The Mikaelson assured you he would always make his way home to you, but that never seemed to ease your worries. 

He could see your lip tugged between your teeth as the minutes ticked by, waiting anxiously for the sound of his keys jiggling the lock of your apartment door. Your body, undoubtedly wrapped inside the wool blanket he gifted you for Christmas, sits perched on your chaise sofa draped in one of his shirts because the scent of him helps to bring you some comfort as you wait for the genuine article. 

He smiles at the thought of you jumping into his arms as soon as the door closes behind him, relieved by his presence filling up the space of your apartment once again. The overwhelming sensation of serenity he will feel as soon as he holds you in his arms again. You are his anchor in the sea of dysfunction brought on by his maladjusted family. You are his inner peace, his little piece of heaven. 

Despite his gifted amplified speed, Elijah felt like his feet could not get him to you fast enough as he climbed the flights to your floor, eager to lie with you. As soon as the key enters the lock, he hears your breath hitch– the rate of your heart increasing as you anticipate his entrance. The pages of your book ruffle as you shut the novel, tossing it on the small coffee table. Just as the vampire imagined, he finds you curled up on the couch dawning his shirt as you shrug the wooly blanket off you, readying to launch into his arms.

A sigh of relief escapes the Original’s lips as you crash into him– legs wrapping around his torso–  immediately finding tranquility in your embrace. You press the Mikaelson further into you as if trying to meld your two bodies together and leave a series of kisses trailing from his neck to his face. Elijah hums contentedly as he walks you over to the sofa, settling you down into his lap and finally allowing himself ataraxy. 

“I missed you,” you breathe into his neck, finally able to feel at ease knowing he has made it back to you another night. The tension from both of your bodies melting away under the steady, reassuring touch of the other, knowing that as long as you were in each other’s arms, nothing could harm you. 

“I missed you too, darling,” Elijah exhales, placing a kiss on the top of your head– your scent fresh and hair damp from the shower you took earlier. There was absolutely nothing that could compare to this feeling, in this millennium or the next– Elijah was sure of it. 

“Tell me about your day,” the Mikaelson requests of you.

You shift in his lap, pulling back to fully take him in for the first time since his arrival. He had a hard day, you could tell. Though incapable of ever appearing physically fatigued, the shallow look in his coffee eyes was enough of an indicator of his exhaustion. While you greatly admire his selflessness and devotion to his family, you will never understand why he goes to the lengths of repeatedly sacrificing himself for them when they would hardly do the same in return. 

But rather than starting that futile conversation with him again, you fulfill the vampire’s request to hear about your practically uneventful day, detailing as much as possible all the moments you could remember. The Original smiles up at you as you ramble, admiring the way in which you narrate your activities. The recount of your day brings a therapeutic distraction from the numerous problems his day had brought and he finds himself thoroughly invested in the story you craft, making him feel as if he was there with you all along. 

Your hand subconsciously toys with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling the Mikaelson into a deeper state of repose. His eyes fall shut in absolute bliss. Elijah could stay like this forever– you and him in this little piece of heaven. 

You were halfway through informing the vampire about your attempt at a new recipe you found when you notice his eyes had closed– a contented smile dressing his features. It was a state you didn’t get to see him in often as his mind was always working out how to bring his family out of the calamity they had incited. You take the opportunity to study him, wanting to commit this beatific version of him to memory. Your eyes trail the contours of his angular features– his high cheekbones and strong, clean shaved jawline– somehow softer than usual. He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on and by some miracle he belonged to you.  

“Why did you stop?” Elijah interrupts your surveillance– eyes fluttering open at the halt of your voice. The action surprises you, having assumed he had succumbed to his exhaustion while you spoke. He was waiting to hear what you did next, eager to know if the dish came out like you wanted, and was confused when you suddenly got quiet.

“I want to hear how the recipe turned out.”

“I thought I bored you to sleep,” you joke with the brunet, only making his furrowed brows deepen. He was appalled that a thought like that could ever cross your mind. 

“Never. I could never grow tired of listening to you speak.”

A warmth pools in you at the sincerity reflected in his coffee eyes and, though incredibly trivial, you have never felt more loved than in this moment with this man. This perfect man who was too good for his own benefit. 

You smile at him, pecking his lips before returning to your story and finishing out the narrative of your day. 

“How do you do it?” Elijah asks you, enclosing the entirety of your hand into his large grasp. 

“Do what?” you ask curiously, watching him bring the back of your hand to his lips.

“Manage to make my world so perfect.”

A blush clamors at your cheeks as his words suddenly make you shy, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Even after two years the Mikaelson still manages to astound you.

Elijah chuckles at your bashfulness, kissing the skin of your neck as he brings you in closer to him. 

“I love you, darling. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Elijah.”

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[lesyeuxdebb]

“I thought only of you. Every day, I fought for your return and searching for a way. You were not forgotten.”

[w1ngedsoul]

hi can you do headcanons on dating elijah mikaelson tvd x fem reader

This man is so polite.

Holding doors, helping you sit down, constantly asking you if you're alright or if you want to leave a party/random event.

He always makes you text him so that he knows you got home safe when he can't walk you home.

Flowers, jewellery, teddy bears. This man is amazing at gift giving, he quite literally knows you inside and out.

If you're curvy, then he'll love to hold onto your hips while kissing your neck.

If you're religious, he'll want to be as educated as possible. For example, if you're Jewish, he'll support you fully when you tell him you don't celebrate Christmas.

He'd practically internally scream watching you wear the clothes he buys you.

He wouldn't be able to keep he hands off of you.

"You look irresistible, darling. But, I'm afraid you would look far more stunning with that dress on the floor."

He knows exactly what to say in every conversation.

He has such a way with words that can either have you on your knees or crying on his shoulder.

He face was absolutely priceless when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his favourite classical pieces and you already knew all of them, in fact, you had a playlist full of classical.

Every Sunday morning from 11am-2pm, you'll sit in your living room with books in your hands, taking it in turns to read to each other.

Date night is something that Elijah takes very seriously. He'll take you to the finest, romantic restaurants and be an absolute gentlemen throughout the whole night.

And at the end of the night, when you've arrived home and you just placed the keys into the trinket, you'll hear a sharp whisper next to your ear.

"Undress."

Something he loves doing, is taking you to the theatre and watching a pantomime. He knows you used to watch them throughout your childhood but stopped as you grew older, he felt as if you should stay connected to those calming memories.

He's honestly the most loving boyfriend you've ever had, he'll remember all of the little things such as what your favourite song is to the perfume you wear only on special occasions.

He also remembers every detail about you, I mean that literally. Everything you've ever told him about yourself is ingrained in his brain, from the mean boy in primary school to graduating university.

He doesn't know why or how, but he's a lover for candlelit baths. Whenever he's stressed about a sibling or something came up at work, you'll run him a hot bath with candles surrounding the bathroom. Usually you'll put on sensual music in the background, but for most of the time he enjoys the silence.

Speaking of work, he actually has a job. Even though he's a vampire and doesn't necessarily need one, he wants to be as connected to a human life as possible. His siblings shamed him for it, claiming it was 'pathetic' of him and he should 'own his species'.

You supported him fully and he was forever grateful, he got a job in business which he's managed to keep for a good five years and so far, everything's gone well for him. He's the manager at his company and trains new employees daily, you've honestly never been prouder.

But, there are times where you let his mind slip when he's at work...

"You sent me pictures of you posing in lingerie in front of our mirror, while I was in a meeting."

"Did you like them? I made sure to wear your favourite colour."

You two don't keep anything from each other, you're always honest with one another which is what makes your relationship so strong.

"Hey J? Do you want to hear more about my aunt's aff-"

"Tell me."

J was a nickname you picked up randomly when you first met, it stuck ever since.

Once, when you two were talking about hobbies, you mentioned your grandmother taught you how to knit and crochet.

From that day forward, Elijah bought a ton of crochet tools and pulled up YouTube tutorials every evening practicing.

Then when your anniversary rolled around, he presented you with a bouquet of perfectly crocheted flowers.

"Do you like them, darling?"

Something that Elijah tries to keep hidden: he gets jealous so easily.

If there's someone staring at you with the wrong look in their eyes, Elijah will make sure they won't have eyes to look out of by the end of the hour.

Or if someone asks for your number, he'll make sure to introduce himself, and maybe introduce them to his newest spiked bat...

He's not really one for torturing people, but when it's necessary like when you're in danger he'll go through hell and back to make sure you're untouched.

He'd kill for you, even his siblings if it came to it.

He would quite literally die for you, he even told you this when you were gazing at the stars.

"You know, even though you have made this life wondrous in so many ways, I'd let the world take me just so you'd be safe."

[elenasalvator13]

Elena and Elijah

[xxchumanixx]

Superstitious pt. 2.1

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Warnings/Tags: hurt, angst, comfort, fluff, strong language

Authors note: Hey! Here's part 2 for my darling Elijah! Enjoy!

Read part one here!

Word count: 3.070

Wow.

You thought, your eyes following the particles dancing in front of you.

Since when do I see everything so clearly?

You were mesmerized by it, taking a second to admire it.

Then your hearing came back.

It almost crushed you, as every sound in a ten-mile radius seemed to be caught by your ears. Your brows furrowed as you flinched, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Swallowing you felt just how dry your throat was. I’m so thirsty. Why am I this thirsty?

Your eyes focused on the faces staring at you, slowly registering where you were. “What happened?” you croaked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Elijah’s eyes shifted from you to the ground, his jaw clenched. Niklaus swallowed, averting his gaze as well. You turned, now looking at Rebekah, who didn’t seem like she wanted to give you an answer either.

You felt yourself become angry, the emotion pulsating through your body like the wave of an explosion.

Everything felt so strange, surreal.

Almost hyperrealistic.

As you swallowed again, desperately trying to fight the dryness in your throat, it dawned on you slowly. Your heart seemed to stand still - again -, as you finally grasped onto what had happened to you.

“I’m-” you cut yourself off, blinking rapidly. “I- I’m not human anymore.”

Without you noticing the tears started to flow down your cheeks, blurring your vision momentarily.

Elijah was the first to stand up, walking over to you, before sitting down beside you on his bed. The tears only intensified when he put his hand on your back, trying to comfort you.

Besides loving them and knowing, that they were immortal, you never wanted to become like them. At least not before you had a chance to live, maybe have children of your own – something that now had been taken from you.

Elijah wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” he whispered into your hair, stroking your back. “But I had to. Otherwise, you would have died.”

Your breath caught in your throat, as the weight of his words hit you.

You would have died.

You were conflicted, not knowing whether to be grateful or to be angry at him.

“You’re in transition right now.” he continued, swallowing. “If you drink human blood, you will become a vampire. If not, you’ll still die. Please consider it, Y/N.”

You heard Niklaus’ teeth grit, causing your gaze to shift to him. His eyes were still glued to the floor, looking up when he noticed your gaze on him, though.

His eyes were shiny, unshed tears threatening to spill.

You shuddered, as you noticed that every emotion of yours seemed to have been intensified. Your mind still felt a bit foggy, but it cleared up slowly.

You hesitated, but your heart had already decided for you. You had to drink human blood, or else you would die.

I don’t wanna die.

You were still so young; you had your whole life ahead of you. Sure, there were a lot of changes and you had to get used to some things, but you wanted to give it a chance.

For them and for yourself.

Separating from Elijah you swallowed, before voicing your decision. “I will do it. I will become a... vampire.” You heard Rebekah sigh, mixed with the rapid pounding of several heartbeats.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady your heart - and yourself.

How could this happen to me? What have I ever done in my life that someone would kill me?

A million questions tortured your restless mind, almost causing you to miss Elijah who told you he'd be right back, before leaving the room.

The silence seemed more quiet than it would have been with human ears. More pressuring.

"Whoever did this will pay." Rebekah promised you quietly, already forming a plan in her head. "We will find out who's responsible for this. Niklaus mentioned someone who is most likely the culprit of this."

Your eyebrows raised, eyes wandering from her to her silent brother.

How would he know?

Niklaus' teeth grit again, this time almost louder and more powerful than before.

He rubbed his eyes before getting up, brushing through his hair, messing it up further. "I'm gonna find out who did this to you." he promised without properly looking at you, though. "Whoever it is will suffer inevitable pain."

With that he left, just in the moment his brother returned with a blood bag.

"I thought you might not want to feed from an actual human for now." he explained, awkwardly holding the bag in his hands. "Unless you have changed your mind, of course."

Swallowing, you grabbed the blood bag, it's heavy weight only intensifying the burden you were about to load on yourself.

You felt the veins under your eyes pulse, as you unscrewed the cap. The once irony smell was now sweet, almost luring you in. It seemed like it would wash all of your worries away, if you just took a sip.

Hesitantly, but still eager to get rid of the dryness in your throat, your lips curled around the opening of the bag, thankful for not having to splatter it all over you.

Breathing in deeply, which shot the sweet and intoxicating smell of the blood right through your system, you took the first sip.

It felt like you were reborn.

Never have you ever tasted anything this delicious, the rich flavor flooding your veins, tickling your tongue.

Eagerly you continued to drink, almost inhaling the cherry-like juice.

The blood bag made an unpleasant, squelching sound when you had emptied it, still trying to get more, though.

Not having noticed your eyes having closed you opened them again, only to find Elijah's gaze fixed on you. His eyes seemed darker, as he swallowed, averting his gaze to somewhere behind you.

You savored the last drop of blood on your tongue, before you registered what just happened.

You had drank blood, and you liked it.

A lot.

Suddenly it seemed to burn your tongue, making you nauseous. Still, you tried pulling yourself together, inhaling shakily. You had to stay strong. You were a vampire now.

Unsure of what to do with the now empty blood bag in your hands, you awkwardly put it down on the nearest table, almost missing and making it fall down instead. But your reflexes kicked in, catching it in lightning speed, before finally putting it down.

The fast movement made your head spin.

Breathing in deeply you looked over at Elijah, who now was standing alone. "I will teach you how to be a vampire, if you like." he offered, biting his cheek. He didn't seem fully convinced of your newfound fate.

You nodded, being grateful for his help.

"But first, let me check something." he said, taking a step closer to you. "Slap yourself."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, not sure if he was messing with you. "You're jesting." you gave back, shaking your head at his words. "Why in hell would I slap myself?"

He audibly exhaled, visibly relaxing, which only confused you more.

"Elijah, what is going on?" you wanted to know, taking a small step towards him as well, trying to catch his gaze. His upper lip twitched, before he answered you. "We were worried you could be sired to me."

His eyes flickered over your face, trying to read your reaction. Your eyes widened slightly, as your back straightened, mouth agape.

You knew what it took to become sired whilst turning.

Your lips created a sound as they smacked together, turning away from the older Mikaelson in disbelieve.

You couldn't help but feel lost.

Sure, you were relieved that you weren't sired to him, but you knew what his words meant.

He knew.

He knew about your feelings for him, or at least you assumed it given the circumstances.

Otherwise he wouldn't have been worried, right?

"Y/N." he said your name, hesitantly grabbing your arm, turning you back around to him. "It was a possibility which didn't prove to be right. I'm sure Niklaus will be delighted-" he bit his tongue, stopping mid-sentence.

He couldn't believe he said that out loud.

Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock. You weren't sure if you were supposed to be angry or upset, but your heart seemed to settle on both.

"What the hell are you talking about, Elijah?" you demanded to know, pushing his hand, which was still on your arm, away. "What do you mean Niklaus would be delighted? Delighted to what? Knowing that I'm not sired to you?"

He seemed at a loss for words, as his mouth opened and closed a few times without uttering a single word.

Why was he hesitating now?

He sighed heavily, before deciding to be honest with you.

"He loves you." he confessed, biting his cheek in anger. He knew he didn't have the right to tell you, but he managed to get himself into a situation with no other way out.

You paused, your body stiff.

He did what?

"No, Elijah." you chuckled uneasily, not believing his words. "He doesn't. He's my best friend. He can't love me - not like that."

You turned away from him, starting to pace the room with your hands fisting your hair. You weren't sure if you had even heard him right - maybe he said something entirely different? But deep inside you knew it was true.

He really did say it.

"Y/N, listen I know that it's not my right to tell you, but-" Elijah tried to explain, but you interrupted him, abruptly stopping your pacing and turning towards him.

"No!" you shouted with your hands in the air, causing him to flinch the slightest bit. "No, Elijah! He can't! It would ruin everything! Our friendship, our bond! If he loves me - how am I supposed to live with that and act like nothing happened?"

His brows furrowed in confusion, not fully understanding your words. "But- I thought you love him, too." he spoke, voice cracking the slightest bit. He seemed almost disappointed.

You were glued to the floor, your emotions messing with your head, heart racing.

Did you love Niklaus?

Or was it just the love for him as your best friend?

And what was with his brother? What about him?

You swallowed, as it slowly dawned on you.

It wasn't Niklaus.

No, it was Elijah.

Now that your emotions were heightened, you were able to see it more clearly.

You loved him.

He must have felt the shift in mood, as your eyes met his.

They told him everything he needed to know.

You heard his breath hitch, before he suddenly snapped, closing the distance.

His hand found your neck, pulling you towards him, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. The tips of his fingers tickled the back of your neck slightly, as they tangled in your hair.

You were surprised, to say the least.

But your heart had already sped up, taking action as your lips eagerly kissed him back. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging him closer.

His other hand found the curve of your hip in the blink of an eye, his fingers lightly digging into the flesh, making it all the more real.

Emotions exploded inside of you, all of your love for the man now devouring your mouth rushing through your veins. You were sure he could feel the fire as well.

It was magical.

He kissed you with a passion that soon enough took your breath, but you didn't care. You were immortal now and if it meant you would die of suffocation whilst kissing the man you loved - that seemed fair enough to you.

The sound of your ragged breaths rang in your ears, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

His lips slowly left yours, connecting one last time in a featherlight kiss, before his forehead met yours.

His breath fanned over your face, lightly moving the strands of hair hanging in it. Your heart raced like it just ran a marathon.

Your eyes found his, the brown colour radiating a warmth that spread throughout your entire being. You couldn't help but smile, a giddy feeling fighting its way up to the surface.

"It's you, Elijah. Not your brother. He never was." you confessed, still trying to catch your breath. "I love you. I love you, and only you, Elijah."

You heard his breath being caught in his throat, pupils dilating. A smile formed on his face, a relieved one. "I love you, too, Y/N." he confessed as well, his hands carefully holding your cheeks, caressing them. "I was so scared - I couldn't risk losing you. I know how much you loved being human, but I hope eventually one day you'll be able to forgive me for my selfishness."

A tear slipped from your eye, as your heart cracked a little.

The wound was still fresh, but what was done, was done. You weren't able to go back in time, so you had to accept it. Which also meant you would forgive Elijah.

"I forgive you." you rasped out, as he wiped the tears with his thumbs. "We aren't able to turn back time, so we'll have to accept it. And I forgive you, because it means that I'll be happy with you by my side."

A relieved breath left his lips, before he pressed them onto yours again.

You tasted the saltiness of your tears, but you didn't care. His lips were so much sweeter than you could have possibly imagined.

They moved in sync with yours, exploring each other.

Before the moment could get too heated, though, someone cleared their throat behind Elijah, gathering your attention. You separated, looking behind him.

It was Niklaus.

And he didn't look happy.

You swallowed, knowing that you most likely just broke his heart - if Elijah's words about his brother loving you were true.

"Nik-" you wanted to explain yourself, but he cut you off, staring at his brother's back like he didn't see you at all. "We found something."

Before either of you had the chance to reply, he was gone.

You bit your lip, feeling guilty and ashamed.

Elijah grabbed your hand, snapping you out of your wandering thoughts. He motioned for the door and you followed him, as he made his way to where his siblings were.

They were stood at a table, a brown paper bag in front of them. Niklaus wordlessly shoved it in your direction when you came to a halt beside them. Biting down a remark you grabbed it, only to be hit by a strong scent of death.

Eyes widening you looked inside, before wishing you hadn't.

Inside was the head of a woman.

The bag was faintly stained with what seemed to be her blood, it already turning a dark shape.

You almost gagged, quickly pushing the bag away from you with such force, that it almost tipped over.

"What the hell?" you breathed out, before covering your mouth.

"One of the daywalkers found her." Rebekah explained, when her brother didn't make a sound. "She was scribbling weird signs on the walls of the compound. He killed her instead of taking her to us."

Niklaus rolled his eyes. He seemed fed up and exhausted.

"I will have them on the lookout." he explained, biting the inside of his cheek. "She was one of the women that talked about you at the gallery. Whatever she has to do with you dyi-" he cut himself off, taking a deep breath, leaning with both hands on the table. "We will find out who she is and who sent her."

You could only nod, glancing at Elijah. He seemed lost in thought, his hand absentmindedly toying with the collar of his jacket.

He excused himself, but not without looking back at you with warm eyes, taking Rebekah with him.

Oh, that snake.

You sighed, not feeling ready for this conversation.

"Can we talk?" you asked Niklaus, hoping he would listen to you.

He huffed, teeth gritted, before looking up at you. You didn't have to look up, seeing as he was still leaning on the table.

He shook his head, and you thought he would deny your request, before pushing himself off the table. He took a few steps away from you, creating some distance.

"So, it's the noble brother." he began, smiling bitterly at the irony. "He always is."

Tears stung your eyes at his heartbroken look. "Niklaus-" you began, but he wasn't finished yet. "I should have known. Just, please tell me you're not sired to him." This time you shook your head, signaling no. "He tested it and I passed."

His tongue darted out between his lips, licking them, before tearing at the sensitive skin with his teeth. He looked up at you, a look of determination and sincerity in his eyes, tears making them glisten.

Your brows furrowed slightly in confusion, as he suddenly crossed the distance and grabbed you by your arms, before his lips landed on yours.

They desperately moved against yours, trying to savor what little he would get.

He caught you off-guard, and it took you a moment to softly push him away. He let you, already knowing it would be inevitable.

His lips disconnected from yours, his eyes glued to the ground.

"I-" he started, cutting himself off. "I just had to - at least once."

You understood him, knowing you would have done the same.

"If you really love him - I will support you." he quietly told you, finally looking up. "It will take a while, but it'll work out."

You nodded, relieved that he was willing to accept your decision.

"Please don't let it get awkward between us, Nik. Promise me." you asked of him, hope making your heart rate pick up. He huffed, before a small smile split his lips. "I promise, love."

It took a while, but when Elijah returned, he had news. He had found out who was responsible for your death.

His arm was wrapped around your middle, lips brushing your temple, as you stared at the night sky.

"So, your mother, huh?" you asked, biting your lip at the thought of his mother wanting your death.

"This will surely get interesting."

[stefans-brock]

tvd

a delena imagine

blood.

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''I said leave me alone, Damon!"

I push her back gently, still at arms reach, to look down at her face. the redness, her tears, and her hurt were all a result of my betrayal

"Elena, baby, let's talk about this, please -" my arms wrapped around her middle as she throws little punches to my chest. "You lied, Damon!" She takes an unsteady breath, "You told me you'd stopped, Damon!" Her voice becomes muffled as she hides her face against my chest. "I should have told you." I shake my head as I bite in my lower lip.

When Elena and I got together, I vowed off human blood and turned to animal blood, It made me a better, more serene man. But when news came out about the sun and moon curse a few weeks ago, I had no other option but to turn back on to human blood-for my strength. I had to for Elena. What kind of man would I be if I willingly stayed weak at the risk of my girl's protection. Nonetheless, I understood her feelings towards the matter. After Stefan's tragic misuse of human blood, with him losing control of his addiction to the blood, she had every right to hate me for my decision. But I wasn't Stefan

"I have it under control, Elena, I promise you" My voice was barely a whisper, It broke me seeing her the way she was, her face crimson, soaked with tears and puffy from her wiping away tears with her harsh textured sleeves. "That's what he said, Damon," Elena shook her head at me. "I'm not my brother, Elena. I can handle it, "I assure her.

She gulps hard before she slips against me. Her body falls against mine until she lands on the wooden floor. She tucks her knees to her chest, whilst her sleeved- covered hands hide her face.

I fall to my haunches before her, placing my hands on her knees as I watch her. her chest was heaving, and her cries filled the room, both the image and the sound burning into my mind

"Elena -" I begin to say, but she cuts me off. "I'm staying with Stefan tonight." she sniffles as she begins wiping away at her tears. My eyebrows furrow at her, "No." My voice trails off as I watch her rise up to her feet. I shake my head as she approaches the door. I run to the door, standing in front of it as my hands are busy behind me, with shutting and locking the wooden door.

"Damon, please, I don't want to do this tonight, My head is -" she takes a heavy breath as her

hand reaches her temple. "it's pounding, Damon." She shakes her head. Her eyes began watering again, pleading me to move.

I sighed, stepping aside. I opened the door for her and watched her as she narrowed her eyes at me. "Goodnight, Elena." I let out a ragged breath as she took slow steps, reaching up to me. "I truly am sorry, Elena." I whisper, but it's loud enough for her to hear.

I wasn't sorry for drinking the blood, I was sorry for not telling her about it sooner or about the way she found out. But I had to do what I did. For her

She gives me a frown before she pushes past me, I hear her run down the hallway and to Stefan's room. The door slams, and one of Stefan's vinyls plays almost instantly after.

My eyes roll - that was definitely Elena's doing. She would have wanted to blur out the noise, knowing that I would have eavesdropped on her and Stefan's conversation.

I followed by shutting my door before walking over to my oaked desk. Letting out a string of profanities whilst I do so.

My hand reaches for the bourbon bottle before I pour it out into a crystal glass. I toss back the burning liquid down my throat, and I follow that three times before grabbing the neck of the bottle, taking it over to the couch where I lay.

"Fuck this" I muttered before I reach into my back pocket of my jeans. I grab my phone and dial Alaric's number. He answers on the first ring.

"What can I do for you, D?" Alaric's chirpy voice had me grimace through the phone. "The Grill in fifteen?" I get straight to the point. I hear Alaric's low chuckle through the phone, "Already there, brother."

Hastily, I end the phone and make my way to grab my leather jacket. I threw it on and made my way over to the Grill.

I sent Stefan a text, letting him know I was out.

"Let me guess, Jenna?" I raise a brow as I pull out a seat beside Alaric. He turns to me, rolling his eyes. "I don't know what to tell her man, She's better off away from all this." He shakes his head as he passes me a glass of bourbon. "Elena thinks it'll keep her safe if she doesn't know." I shrug. "It's Elena's call." He shakes his head before tossing back his drink.

I follow in pursuit, with my drink before the bartender tops it off. "Enough about me." Alaric sighs, "What have you done this time?" He asks. "She knows." I scoff. Alaric's eyebrows raise. "About me taking human blood." I look at him from the corner of my eye. "She's mad?" He asks. I nod.

"You understand why, though." Alaric says. "Stefan," I mutter. Alaric hums. "She'll come around, D." He reassured me. I hope so

A few hours later, it was early morning of the next day. The Grill had closed for tye night a couple of hours ago, so Alaric and I found ourselves buying a bottle of bourbon from the convenience store before settling ourselves on a pavement, which led to the Park.

"I wish she would just understand that I'm doing this for her!" I exclaim, the buzz off the alcohol making me feel heighted. "That's the thing, brother, no matter what - " Alaric begins to say, but a hiccup interrupts his spiel. "It's always us men in the wrong, even when all we're trying to do is protect our girls." He splurs. I hum at his spiel. "Cheers to that." I knocked down a gulp of the golden liquid down my throat before passing the bottle over to Alaric, where he followed the same action.

A buzz from my pocket had me reaching for my phone, but once I saw the caller id, I stashed it back into my pocket and continued having a heartfelt conversation with Alaric.

Up until his phone began buzzing, he reached for tye pocket inside his jacket and answered the call without checking to see who it was. "'Ello'. He chirps. I focus on the call, hearing Elena's sweet voice over the phone.

"Are you with him, Ric? Is he okay? Where are you? Shall I come get you both?" Her worry makes my lips curl. Alaric mindlessly gives me stare before tossing over his phone to me. I shake my head before tossing back his phone.

"Ric?" Elena's voice is now concerned. Alaric let's out a huff before shaking his head at me. He gives me a scowl before bringing his phone to his ear, "He's in bad shape, Elena. I think he's spiralling." Alaric lies as a smile is spread along his lips. He gives me a playful smirk whilst I clench my jaw.

"Bastard," I mutter before snatching his phone from him, "I'm f-fine, E-Elena." I stutter. "Can I come get you?" She asks. "I don't wanna be home right now, Elena." I tell her. "J-Just stay with Stefan." I sigh before ending the phone.

"Is it bad that I get incredibly jealous when she always runs to my brother?" I ask Alaric. I swallow the lump in my throat. Alaric bites his cheek. "They were friends well before they started dating, D." Alaric takes a pause to look at me. "But Stefan wouldn't do that to you, and god, anyone could see how infatuated she is with you, you have nothing to worry about." He nods his head curtly.

I hum at Alaric's words, nodding along. I find myself reaching for my phone and over to Eleba's contact. I share my location with her before putting my phone back in my pocket.

"They'll probably be here soon." I tell Alaric.

•••○•○•••

Less than ten minutes later, Stefan's car pulls up in front of his. Alaric and I stand from sitting on the pavement.

Stefan gets out of the car first. Before he reaches Elena's side, I run over to open her door. She takes my hand and gets out of the car giggling.

I see Stefan rolling his eyes before he goes to talk to Alaric. I shut the car door and pressed Elena's back against the Porsche. "I love you, Elena. I'm sorry." I shake my head to the side. She brings her hand under my jaw and leans up. "It's okay." She smiles against my lips. "I talked to Stefan, he explained to me why you did it." She nods her head to my brother, which has me turning my head to him.

He watched the two of us with a small smile. I narrowed my eyes at him before turning back to Elena. My lips instantly collided with hers. She smiles into the kiss whilst her hands rest on my nape.

"I love you, Damon." She whispers against my open lips. she teasingly lets her tongue run across my bottom lip. I squeeze her hip, making her breath out a small moan. My lips quickly catch hers again, my tongue slipping in, naturally.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Stefan grimaces. "Save it for the bedroom." He shakes his head, Alaric lets out a chuckle. "It's called being in love, Stefan." I smirk, but my lips quickly frown when I realise what I had just said.

"I didn't mean it like that -" My eyes flicker between Elena and Stefan."It's fine, Damon." He bites his cheek before giving Elena a sad smile.

"I'm s-sorry." I stutter. "Damon, it's okay." Stefan smiles. I nodded at my brother before looking back at Elena, who was still against the car.

My eyes narrow at the car, "So where are Alaric and I sitting?" I nod my head over to the two-seater Porsche. Stefan's jaw drops as his hand goes to scratch the back of his neck. "Oh," Elena drags out.

The four of us look between ourselves, "Alaric, you go with Stefan." Elena says. "Let's go on a walk, Mr. Salvatore." She smirks, grabbing my hand. She skips down the road, and I follow her down the road. "Be careful!" Alaric shouts out. "Yes, Dad!" I reply sarcastically, following Elena. We reach the end of the road when Stefan's car drives past us, making a sharp left turn.

Elena hums to herself as her eyes flicker between her left and right. She turns on the right turn. My eyebrows furrow. "It's left, Elena?" I question her. "Are you in a rush to get home, Damon?" She whispers seductively. she moves to stand in front of me. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans up, placing a kiss on my jaw.

"In a matter of fact -" I hum as she runs her lips down the side of my neck. "Elena -" I warn her, my head shakes. I grab her wrists before losing myself in her eyes. "I desperately want to go home." My head dips imbetween her neck and shoulder. My breathing was heavy against her. I feel her swallow a lump in her throat.

"Take me home, Damon." She says, breathless as she arches her front against me. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck.

"Please."

[insurrection-writes]

SINCERELY | TVD

"i would live this life a thousands more times just to meet you."

"i wouldn't."

ONE.

a/n: thoughts and suggestions always welcome, I thrive off picking others brains and mashing ideas together. enjoy part one.

PART : ONE TWO THREE …

Dark.

Cold.

Sort of like what Mauve thought death would be like. Not like the Christians explained it, it definitely was not a white paradise in the sky or a burning pit in the midst of the earth. Instead, a nothing filled void, no sounds, no movement. Seemingly cramped for something she assumed stretched on forever in every direction, an infinite loop.

She always imagined that, after death, she would just cease to exist. That's what made the most sense to her. Nothing magical. No God to relay and judge her "sins", or some wonderful white world she would meet every person ever lost in her time on earth.That was not ever a possibility in her mind.

She understand, theoretically, that her brain was just firing neurons, electrons, electricity, the only reason she had thoughts or a consciousness was because of evolution and the growth through time.

If those electrons stopped, she would stop. Her consciousness gone forever and she would just, be gone.

That's what she hoped for, at least. To just, not exist. To rid her mind of every memory, every pain, to no longer feel. Anything. Nothing.

Mauve took her own life on October 17th. A few old pain pills from a car accident and some cheap Vodka, she wished to go in her sleep, without a mess for anyone to clean, just a used body bag and possibly a plot in the ground.

She spent the day writing a note, cuddling her dogs and left the television on in the bedroom, watching the show Bones as she took the pills down with vodka from the freezer, thirteen separate pulls to swallow all twenty-eight pills. She had laughed at the show as she began to tire, allowing herself to finally roll over and hug a pillow to her chest, her dog lay curled in the bend of her knees, and she shut her eyes.

Only to open them to this void.

It worked, she thought.

So why, after death, was she still here?

Time didn't seem to pass. She had no concept of how long she could have possibly been in this void. She couldn't see her arms or legs, couldn't move herself. It was just, her thoughts. Her mind. The thing she tried to kill, still seemingly alive.

Suddenly, it flashed. The void. It was moving. More like a pulse. Light steadily thrumming and moving to a beat she did not want to begin to understand. It started taking shape. A room, with a old, stained wood bedroom set. Old wood stained to a dark color forming the bed frame, night stands, dressers and desk. It seemed cozy.

Then it paused.

The whole void erupted in a bright white light, for what seemed like possibly forever, yet no time at all.

Once it the light blinked out of existence, she saw her body again. She was back.

The second thing she noticed, was that she was in that same room.

Examining her limbs and torso, she was whole again.

She spent the next few moments exploring, figuring out pretty quickly that she was not only in a room, but a pretty decent sized home in the middle of the woods. She walked out the front door, met with a small gravel path to a fence, backed by woods that she could not enter. An invisible barrier blocking her from going further.

She had traded the void for another imprisonment. A house with food that replaced its self and grass that never grew.

The first year of apparent imprisonment, Mauve spent writing letters. Every day. Tracking her time by writing out her thoughts on the apparent never ending stationary on the raggedy old wooden desk that creaked with every shift of her wrist. Shoving the letters into the little slide out drawer.

Only for them to disappear day after day. Every day. She had no clue where they went, or even if they did go anywhere. Just that they'd be gone the next day.

After about four hundred and seventy-two days, she almost gave up. She wished for the void again, almost.

~

472,

I still feel stupid, writing letters to an imaginary person, when in reality, I am the only person who will ever sees these things.

I've run out room for tally's on the wall in the kitchen, I had to start a new one in the dinning room. That's the one of only thing that sticks here in the house. The things I make and display. Everything else, well, loops.

It's day four-hundred and seventy two.

It's been a year and 107 days.

Time seems irrelevant.

Spending my time unwisely would have sent past me into a spiral, yet here, it soothes me.

Studying things I never thought of before, learning of native plants to different regions. Things outside of the house don't seem to loop as well as the things inside.

Last night, I came across a book on plants in Virginia, I am certain that this hobby has a scientific name of some kind. Not that I could google it to find out.

These bushes drawn in the book are the same that wrap around the fence line. They're called Sweetspires. I am not totally sure if this means I am in Virginia, but my gut says I am.

I spent the morning in the garden. My tomatoes are almost ready to harvest, as well as the green beans. That sounds so dumb to be excited about, I know, but it's a fun hobby. It makes the passage of time tolerable.

Maybe I'll stop writing. See if anything changes. Maybe if I change my routine, I'll see something different. I don't know.

The longer I am here, the more I start to think I should try again. Maybe it'll stick this time.

Probably not.

Sincerely, Mauve

[katsuthelittlekitten]

Women in distress

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *

The morning in question, you didn't wake up because of the tender touch of your husband or because of the brightness of the sun. You woke up because of excruciating pain coming from your belly. It started as a gentle point that was uncomfortable, then it started to hurt a bit more until it was agonizing at a point that you could do nothing else but wake up in tears.

It was usual for you to have a really painful menstruation cycle and you knew what to expect every week that it started. Yet, this morning it seemed even worse and you had to keep yourself from groaning with pain. After all, Elijah was asleep just aside from you on the bed and your last desire was to wake him up.

Since you didn't expect to get your menstruation so soon after the last time, you omit to get yourself ready for it. Consequently, you felt something dripping down your legs faster than anticipated as you tried to stay on the bed. Your eyes closed shut tightly at this before a curse got out of your lips.

Fuck~

It was blood, it had to be and you felt so disgusting suddenly. You just hoped there wasn't any on the bed sheets for your own sake.

For a short moment, you considered your options as you look with tears to the ceiling. Then you concluded that you'd better move out of bed and get to the bathroom quickly.

Therefore, you slowly shifted toward the edge of the mattress as lightly that was possible without making too much fuss.

Unfortunately for you, however, Elijah that had overdeveloped senses as a vampire, woke up anyway and immediately searched for you with his dark brown eyes.

When he realizes that you were at the opposite end of the bed from him, he extended his arms toward you and circled them around your waist. When he was satisfied with his grip around your waist, the original thug you backward toward him again.

The only problem with that was the pressure of his arms circling your belly that brought you terrible pain as he got you back toward himself. It made you yell and a violent sob soon followed suit.

The second Elijah heard you, he let go and immediately straighten up on the bed. One of his hand came to your cheek and he looked in your eyes with worry.

Baby girl are you alright !? did I hurt you I'm so sorry.

A sweet whine left your lips and you cried even more tear as your cramps were getting worse. You were so desperate, you hated when it was getting this agonising and even if you wanted to try and explain the situation to Elijah, you literally couldn't think straight.

As you tried to get any type of relief in any possible position, your body just balled itself and you hide your head in your pillow.

To say that Elijah was panicking would be an understatement, he was very much horrified and he wanted to do everything that he could to help you out. He tried to calm down and focus on finding what was the matter. Therefore, the vampire gently looked around you and under the blanket, having his doubt and actually saw blood on the mattress.

His eyes soften immediately and he kissed your forehead before speaking sweetly.

It's this time of the week already, my poor angel. Let daddy help you out a little hum.

As soon that those words came out of his lips, Elijah vamp speed to the bathroom and got the bath water starting. After that, your lover left your shared bedroom in search of your pain killers and some heating pads for after the bath. Elijah just knew what you needed in those situation and he always made sure to have everything ready to brought you recomfort.

As he came back some minutes later with a glass of water and the pill, he gently placed them on the nightstand before starting to play with your hair in a recomforting manner.

Shhh, I know baby, i know it hurts but it's going to be alright i promise. Just take this pill for me please, it's going to help with the pain sweetheart.

Just as he said that, Elijah gently took the glass of water and the pill and brought them just asside of were you layed on the bed. He waited patiently for you to take them.

A little moment of silence followed after his words, before you actually moved and took the glass between your fingers. You literally could only think about feeling better and would do absolutely anything right now to released your poor body from the cramps.

After taking the pills and drinking the water, your eyes met Elijah's for a second before you sniffed cutely, tears falling down your redenned cheeks. He looked so sweet and gentle sitting there asside of you, the only thing in his mind being helping you trough your suffering. You loved him with everything you were and even with the deep and strong pain you felt, you seeked recomfort in his arms.

You gently moved closer to him and got into his lap, circling your arms around his neck and hiding your face between his chest and neck. His scent was making you feel a bit more relaxed despite the cramps and you clung to his body like a desperate animal.

Daddy it hurts, please make it stop...i cant~

You tried to say, before a strong cramps hits you and makes you groan and cry harder onto his neck.

Elijah's features showed sadness and worry as he made sure you stayed against him. His hand gently stroke your hair and his lips pressed kissed on your delicate skin. He stood up after you spoke, needing to relieve a bit of your pain. He kept you strongly in his arms and made his way to the bathroom with you. The moment you both reached it, Elijah delicately sat you down on the lavatory and kissed your face, his hand slowly starting to undress you as best he could with you struggling a bit in pain. His lips got closer to your ear and he gently spoke in a wispered like manner to you.

Sweetheart it's ok, I'm just going to finish undressing you and then you'll go in the hot bath my love. I promise it will help, listen to daddy.

After saying that, your favorite vampire just carried on with his task, trying to get it done has fast that he could. Luckily for you considering that matter, it ended up being a job of seconds before you found yourself compleatly bare in front of him. You felt shy but in your state it was the last thing that mattered in your mind. You hurriedly placed your arms back around Elijah's neck and waited for him to take you back into his arms and into the bath. Theirs was no way you'd walk and the original knew that really well. That's why he rapidly took you into his arms without a word and got to the warm and bubbly bath. In front of it, elijah slowly and delicately lowered you in it and your body rapidly felt much more relaxed.

The hot water made your tensed body and your belly cramps less unbearable, which caused a sweet relived breath to come out of your lips. Your feature immediately relaxed and your eyes met Elijah's brown chocolate one with a gratefull glimpse. He was kneeled asside of the bath tub observing you and making sure you were alright. Truly, he was the best boyfriend ever and you couldn't keep yourself from taking his chin between your fingers and kissing his lips gently.

A low growl left him when your lips touched and he moved one of his hand to play with your hair. For a moment, the kiss got a bit more heated but since he knew better than instigate something you weren't in shape to do, Elijah backed away and just leaned his head against yours.

Oh darling if you weren't in pain right now...

His voice sounded so deep and sexy and the desire in it was impossible to miss. You knew that Elijah wanted you and you actually wanted him too but you rather felt like taking your time in the bath to make sure that your pain desaper compleatly. After all the pills you had taken would be doing their effect quite soon. You kept your head against his for a second before biting your lips gently. You had a cute smile on when your eyes met again and your fingers were caressing his cheek sweetly with love.

I know baby and it's not the desire that is lacking believe me. It's just that I think It best for me to stay in the bath has long as possible. Maybe if I feel better after we could cuddle in bed watching a movie together hum.

This time after your words it was Elijah that smiled at you and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. He nod gently at your words and then stood back up with his eyes on you still.

Don't worry my love the only thing that matter right now is you feeling better. We will see after your bath for the movie and cuddle. Just relax now, I'll get things settle during that time. He let you know with his tender voice before laying a last caress to your cheek and leaving you alone.

As Elijah closed the door behind him, he immediately got to work on the things he needed to do before you came out of the bath. He started by changing the bed sheets and covers, then he did it again with clean ones. After that, your noble boyfriend knowing you pretty well, tought that you'd probably desire some of your favorite snacks. Therefore, Elijah made his way to the kitchen and got all the little treats you love, bringing them all with him to the bedroom afterward. Following this instance, your vampire just prepared the space to make it cozier and ready for the both of you to watch a movie. Elijah placed soft blankets and pillows everywhere. He even brought your comforter and made sure your heating pads were ready to use.

At some point, everything was finally ready and he came back to the bathroom knocking at the door softly. A soft smile on his lips and your fluffy bath robe in hand.

Baby...are you ready to come out...?

On your side in the bath still, you had actually just tought about comming out because of the cooling water and got a bit taken aback by his soft voice.

Your eyes moved the bathroom door and seconds later it open revealing your perfect husband coming in gently with your bath robe in hand.

God he was so perfect! You tought before smiling at him and actually getting up slowly in the bath and coming out.

The second your feet landed on the floor, you felt two strong arms wrapping you into a soft material you knew was your bathrobe. The warth of it immediately brought you recomfort and shoots you a bit.

You could smell Elijah's soft perfume as he embraces you, making your heart a bit overwhelmed for a second. A soft breath left you and you turned around to face him and lay your head on his shoulder gently.

Your husband's hand at your actions came around your waist securely and his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he hugged you back to him. You didn't speak up or say anything. After all you didn't dare because of how good you felt like this in his arms. Therefore, the first one to actually broke the silence was your original that wispered sweet little words in your ear.

Common sweety, I'll blow dry your hair, I don't want you to get sick.

After he said that, you didn't even had the time to move an inch before Elijah actually grabbed your legs and carries you to the lavatory counter. As he reached it, your vampire gently sat you down and took your chin between his finger. His eyes met yours and you whine when both your lips touched, sweetly but deeply.

He on his side let out a small growl and played with your wet hair for a good moment, just savouring your lips. When you actually part, you were breathing fast and you almost forgot about the cramps you had earlier and everything else around you. You could swear it was magical...Elijah always was such a good kisser. After all he had a thousand years of practice right. You looked deeply into his brown chocolate eyes and sweetly brought your hand to his jaw to caress it. He was controlling himself...you could see it. Yet, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you and you were really appreciative of it. He was always so careful and caring and you loved him for it.

I love you Eli...I'm sorry that I'm not feeling really well I know that you'd like to...

Your sentence was cut short by your husband's fingers tracing your lips, he was asking you silently to say nothing more.

Don't ever apologise for that babygirl, it's not your fault and I know it's not the moment or the time for this right now. I don't care about me love the only thing that matter is you. So now...I will dry your hair and we will get comfy in our bedroom together mh?

Your heart was hammering in your chest at how fucking lucky you were to have him. It felt so illegal and you couldn't say in words how much you love him. His words were soft yet serious and you just nod gently at them. You were more than willing for a movie and cuddle with him right now so you just sat there obediently as he started to blow dry your hair. It took a good ten minutes for him to be done and have your hair compleatly dry. You were really surprised at how good they turned up afterward thought. Elijah was apparently really talented at this too...even after so many years of marriage you were still learning things about him apparently.

Done princess. Elijah said sweetly as his eyes stare at you like a piece of art. Your cheeks reddened a bit because of the attention that you suddenly felt and you bite your lips shyly as you spoke.

Thank you daddy...

As you look away after saying that, Elijah layed his hand both side of your legs and angled his head to look at your eyes even thought you tried to prevent it. He had a sexy grin on his lips and a satisfied expression that you tought looked like Klaus for some reason. He didn't waist really long before taking your chin between his fingers and raising your head up.

Now now let's not be shy my perfect little love, it was my pleasure and you know that I love playing with your hair hum. Come now, let's get to bed babygirl.

You heard Elijah say before he picked you back into his arms securely and gently made his way to your shared room.

You sat down your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes as he walk, the gentle rhythm making you calm and relax. At some point, none really long later you felt Elijah sat down and your eyes opened to look around you. That's when you actually realised everything he did to the room to please you. He tought of everything and it was starting to make you feel emotional. Honestly, what have you ever done to deserve a man like him.

Maybe your sudden sensibility was caused by your periods but you had no real way to know. The only thing you could say was that tears defenetly were getting down your cheeks by the moment Elijah sat you down on the bed beside him.

His expression instantly froze when he realise you were crying and his fingers softly came to your face to dry the tears off.

Sweetheart, what is it? Are you hurting again!? Can I do something to help? just please tell me love.

You sniffed a bit and couldn't help laughing a bit at his desperate need to help you. Elijah was the cutest really and you hated to worry him. Therefore, feeling the need to ease his mind, you immediately climbed on his lap and sat there comfortably. You circled your arms around his neck when you were against him and started playing with his short brown hair, your eyes looking deeply into his as you do. You could see your husbands feature relax a bit at your action and soon decided that you could say what you felt now.

It's ok, relax Lijah I'm fine I promise, it's just that...your so perfect with me. It makes me emotional to have a boyfriend like you that take care of me and love me like this...

A silence followed your words and after some seconds, you kissed his cheek and placed a gentle hand on his chest.

You didn't have to do all that Lijah...you trail off sweetly before looking all around the room with an unbelief expression on.

Elijah listened to your words attentively, never really letting go of your eyes. Then, when you stopped talking, he took hold of the hand you placed on his chest and kissed your wrist and fingers. His expression was soft and gentle, his touch sweet and caring.

At the contact, you moved your sight back to his and immediately met his deep gaze, feeling shivers traveling down your body.

Sweetheart...I would destroy the world if I needed just to make sure you are happy and well. This...he said as he gesture toward the room. This is absolutely nothing.

He was so sweet, you couldn't believe how much he was perfect it was still a mystery for you to understand why of all women he had chosen you to be his wife. You couldn't be happier and in love really, you would rather die than be parted from him. Right now as you sat in his lap and that your eyes were locked together it felt like paradise and you realised that your pain was gone, just like that. You sniffed a bit, tears slowly drying off on your pale face and then, as desperation hit you for more of him, you pressed your lips against his. This time, instead of being a passionate kiss, it was rather sweet delicate and full of love. It was perfectly depicting your feelings toward him right now and the hand playing with his hair just stopped as it moved to his cheek. You always thought that Elijah's lips were made to kiss yours and it was in those situation that this taught was confirmed. It all feels so good, so perfect calm, peaceful, you really didn't want to let go but at some point you had to. You shyly backed away from him a bit, breathing fast and apparently quite stunned. You looked like a lost little girl and Elijah was there to smile at you and kiss the tip of your nose. You are the cutest little thing my love. I can't stop looking at you.

His words made you blush and look away from him for a moment. Every time he was telling things coming from deep down like that you just couldn't stand it, it was way too cute and you felt like the first day you met him. It was so easy for Elijah to make you all flustered and you felt so weak when it comes to him. In an attempt to get back a bit of your sanity, you gently let your head fall on his chest and try to focus on calming your emotions. You took a bunch of deep breaths and between them you let some words slip out of your mouth. It was faint and weak but Elijah could hear it anyway.

And you are too perfect.

Following those words, you got yourself under control slowly and could look back into his eyes. A small but nonetheless adorable smile appeared on your feature and you gently moved a bit to come and sit on his lap. The second you did so, Elijah's hands came to the side of your face and laid soft caresses to your skin. It felt so sweet and soft that you let a shy whine out of your mouth. God he could have you under his charms so easily.

Thank you for all this daddy...I feel much better now.

You told him a bit childishly since you really couldn't help it. His sparkling brown chocolate eyes looking like diamonds and his love for you shining trough them was making your heart melt and cheek ablaise.

Elijah's arms circled around your waist and cuddled your body even closer to his when he saw how adorable you looked all shy and flustered. Honestly he just wanted to keep you close to him like this forever and watch a movie which he started preparing for by moving in the middle of the bed with you and laying down comfortably. After doing so, the original just kissed your lips quickly and placed a strand of your hair behind your ears while whispering something in them.

You are very welcome my darling, I love you so much and I'm glad you feel better sweetheart. Do you feel like watching our movie now ?

You let him lay you down asside of him and gently crawl even closer to him to press both your body together. As it was done, you nodded to indicate that yes you were indeed ready before laying your head on his shoulder. Elijah followed your indications by starting the movie and tidied himself with playing with your hair while watching. It was so appeasing and it felt so good that you started to feel sleepy quite fast. Elijah's perfume and his warth just added to this feeling and in no time you were asleep against him.

Elijah didn't realised it at first, he kept on watching the movie and playing with your hair until a mumble coming from you caught his attention. His eyes feel on your soft sleeping face and he sigh with a love sick look covering his eyes.

Awn my sweet little girl, falling asleep against daddy, you couldn't help yourself hum. Don't worry baby girl let's stop this now and just go to sleep.

Elijah said as he kissed your forehead and closed the tv that was still playing in the background. After doing so, the original gently lift you up a bit to place you under the cover making sure that you stay warm. He followed suit after you and joined you under the warm blanket, gently getting closer to you and engulfing your little body with his to sleep peacefully the rest of the night.

Good night my little girl, daddy will stay at your side forever.

[klausysworld]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere Elijah mikaelson

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson:

Elijah is known to be a gentleman, a feminist and respectful of peoples personal space and stays out of others business

That was true…well until he saw you. He couldn’t help himself okay? It’s not his fault, you were the one who had to walk in with that perfect smile, an angelic laugh, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke to your friend. Your friend who was clearly not good enough for you.

He could be though, Elijah knew he could be everything for you, he could cook for you, clean for you, be there for you, keep you safe, love you.

Look his family take advantage of him, you were a great distraction, something to lighten up his day

Following you around was the highlight of his day.

He both hated and loved your apartment, you had such big windows, he could always see you, when you sat and watched tv, read a book, baked something, came out the shower in your tiny little towel, got changed in the mornings and evenings, when you did your yoga poses and showed him just how flexible you could be

He couldn’t help but think of you when he was alone, your body sprawled across his bed, bent over his desk, your beck on display so he could sink his teeth in. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of you, it’s not his fault you were so enticing, he had to help himself feel some sort of relief okay?

He ‘bumped into you’ in a coffee shop, you spilt your drink all over his expensive suit, you were mortified and began wiping his chest with a cloth but he reached up and held you hand to him and told you it was fine and kissed the back of your hand.

Each time you saw him it was purely coincidental and you always apologised for your first meeting and everytime he would assure you it was perfectly fine, he didn’t like that tie anyway.

He enjoyed how bad you felt, how shy you were because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself again, how you apologised with big eyes and pouty lips, he felt powerful.

When he asked you on a date you were a blushing mess, he wanted to go out with you?

Of course you said yes and he took you to the most expensive restaurant you had ever known, he payed despite your efforts of argument even though you probably couldn’t afford it and he knew you couldn’t because he kept an eye on your bank accounts and what you bought, where you went etc

He met your friends and he did not like them. They took your kindness for granted, who did they think they were? The way one of their hands would squeeze your arm, you should not be touched by anyone but him.

Once you invited him in he took advantage of that, watching you sleep, occasionally laying with you when you were in too deep to wake up, stroke you cheek and kiss your lips faintly, he would go through your drawers and rearrange your clothes. You were far too messy, he could help with that.

Whenever you asked him to come over he would arrive with flowers and a kiss on the cheek, he would subtly tidy your apartment bit by bit and he would offer to cook for you, he was a literal dream! who wouldn’t want a man who would do all the things that most would expect you to do

Your apartment was big and spacious, it had a lovely view, he understood why you liked the windows but he did buy you some curtains though because you really shouldn’t appear so vulnerable in the open.

Elijah actually moved in with you instead of you in with him. It meant you didn’t have to be around his family, nobody would be able to take him from you and he could pay your rent. You wouldn’t feel like he was taking you away from your life but he could still isolate you in your own space.

He loves to do your hair, it’s one of his favourite things, having his fingers on your scalp while you make the cutest little moans of pleasure without realising it has him shifting in his seat.

Your neck is his drug, he lives with his face buried in your neck, breathing your scent, sucking your skin, whispering dirty things behind your ear.

You’re his innocent little darling that he needs to protect and if that means dipping into his predatory side then he will.

Hands will be torn from peoples arms if they touch you, heart will be lots as well as heads. You never witness these things and you probably don’t know they happen, maybe you’re suspicious? who knows?

Elijah to you is your prince charming, he swoops in and saves the day, he is sweet and feels like home, he loves you and you know that, he wants to marry you, have a life with you and giving up a few things shouldn’t be that hard if he is your prize, right?

[wholoveseggs]

Moonlight - Chapter Fourteen

A woman’s life is turned completely upside-down when she encounters some demons in the woods.

I will be putting specific warnings for each chapter as they come out, there is smut and violence in some but I'll tag those chapters accordingly.

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31k Words - Warnings: Drug use

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Smoke

A dull ache had been steadily growing in Elijah's chest ever since the wedding. At first, he thought it was for Hayley, a deep loss he was working through. But when he closed his eyes at night, all he could see was Emma's face.

When Esther cracked open his red door, the memory of Emma was the first thing to come through. So profound was losing her that he completely hid her away, forgetting her very existence for centuries. He hated himself for what he did to her, plucking a perfect flower and grinding it into dust, then discarding the memory of her because he couldn't handle the guilt.

When he saw her at the wedding, his mind was so fractured he wasn't sure she was even real. At first, he believed she was just a hallucination he conjured to help him get through a dark day. So much else was going on; Klaus continued nonsense, his heart breaking over Hayley. Then, there she was, his Emma, more beautiful than his memory could ever detail. For a brief moment when he held her in his arms, all his problems melted away, and they were back in the clearing, speaking of soft things.

Then she disappeared again, and it was once again all his fault. Too distracted by his own pain to see hers.

After moving to Algiers, he spent most of his free time searching for her. Marcel and his vampire rabble were useless in this regard. The only clue he had that she was still in the city was from Cami, who told him that she saw Emma at Rousseau's a few times.

After many weeks, he had given up and assumed she had left the city. He started taking long walks at night; the lively nightlife was always a welcome respite from his dark thoughts.

On this particular evening, the humidity of the day had lingered after the sunset, creating a hushed blanket of fog over the city. People lazily strolled the streets, too warm to do anything more.

He was taking his usual route when he heard the annoying sound of bass reverberating from a car. He moved to the side of the street, listening to the car get closer, music blasting so loudly it made everything around it shake. He expected the car to zoom by him, but it slowed down and began cruising next to him, matching his pace. His annoyance grew, wondering if the inconsiderate fool harassing him knew how easily he could rip them apart. He turned to look at the driver, a deadly glare on his face.

"Wanna go for a ride? hot stuff," Emma chuckled. She was leaning out the car window, a cigarette in her hand. Her dark hair framed her perfect face, red lips curled into a wide smile. For weeks he had been looking for her, only for her to find him again.

"Emma, what are you doing out here?" He asked, stunned by her sudden appearance.

"Driving," she responded, taking one last drag of her cigarette and throwing it on the ground next to him. "Are you going to get in?" She asked.

Elijah's feet took him to the passenger-side door before his mind could catch up. After he took a seat, he looked her up and down; she was singing along to the lyrics of the vulgar rap song she was blasting. She turned down the music and looked at him, a cheeky smile on her face.

"Something to say?" She asked, looking him up and down.

"You are nothing like I remember," he chuckled.

"It has been almost nine hundred years, darling," Emma laughed. "What did you expect?"

She had a point, what did he expect? The sweet girl he fell for in the clearing who wasn't allowed to read?

She was watching him with intensity, her eyes lingering on his own before looking away.

"I've been looking for you," he said, sincerity in his voice. "I'm sorry about my behavior at the wedding."

"I dropped back into your life unexpectedly after centuries apart. You have nothing to be sorry about," she replied, her tone gentle and understanding.

He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips; she smiled sweetly at his gesture.

"What are you doing tonight?" She inquired, as he let go of her hand.

"Nothing," he shrugged, intrigued by her sudden interest.

"Want to go to a house party with me?" She asked.

"A… house party?" He repeated, slightly bemused.

"Yeah, it's like a gala or a ball. But actually fun," she teased, letting out a soft laugh.

Without waiting for a response, she started driving them away into the night, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. He observed her outfit; she was wearing a black long-sleeve dress that went to her mid-thigh, with expensive leather boots that went to her knees. She gave him a side glance, a knowing smile forming on her face.

"How's the family?" Emma asked, her eyes briefly meeting him before returning to the road.

"Finn and Kol are dead, Rebekah is in a new body, and Klaus is Klaus," he replied, turning his gaze to the window.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said genuinely, her voice carrying a touch of sympathy. "Rebekah was so sweet to me and Kol was a lot of fun."

"I recall you and Kol getting into all sorts of trouble," Elijah remarked. "Didn't you get him to compel a man to strip naked and sell all his clothes to you?"

Emma burst into laughter, a vivid memory playing in her mind. Then, her expression turned slightly guilty. "Yeah, that wasn't very kind of me."

They parked outside a high-rise. Emma pulled down the driver mirror to check her appearance, then noticed Elijah watching her and gave him a wink. She got out of the car and stretched, then moved to the back door on the passenger side. He got out, waiting for her to finish rummaging under the backseat. She then pulled out an unopened bottle of whiskey.

"Here, hold this," she said, handing the bottle to him. With his hands occupied, she started undoing his tie. He looked down at her with dark eyes, enjoying the moment of closeness.

"Elijah Mikaelson, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you are into me," she smiled, slowly pulling the tie off his neck while maintaining eye contact. She tossed his tie into the backseat, then took the bottle from his hands.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because you don't wear a suit to a house party," Emma responded.

"That's not what I meant," he said flatly.

"You need it. Now, take off your jacket," she replied. He pulled it off and handed it to her, and she tossed it in the back with his tie.

"Better," she said, then walked past him toward the front door of the building. He followed wordlessly, trying not to stare at her lovely backside.

"What do you think I need?" he inquired, his voice low with intrigue.

"You always try to fix what's broken in other people," She opened the front door and held it open for him. "It's time for someone to do that for you."

Is it that obvious that I'm broken, he thought. The way she looked at him made him feel so vulnerable, like she could see right through him. So much time had passed without her, yet she seemed to understand him intrinsically. But he didn't want her to see the truth of him, that he really was a demon. A monster who picked the wings off every beautiful butterfly he found.

"Stop it," she said softly, looking at him as they got on the elevator. "Whatever is eating you up inside, it's written all over your face."

"I don't want to talk about it," he said, looking down at his feet.

"That's alright," she responded. She took a step forward and reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons then smoothing her hands across his shoulders. "Make me a promise," she asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, her touch suddenly making it hard to speak.

"Try and have fun tonight," she said, giving him a sweet smile. "It will do you good."

Elijah could hear the whispers begin as soon as they walked in. Patrons gave them stolen glances as they passed.

"I would have thought partying with a bunch of baby vampires was beneath you," he murmured to Emma.

She let out an exaggerated gasp and turned to him, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, vampires here? How utterly shocking," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She pressed a hand playfully into his chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Will you protect me?" she asked in a girly voice before breaking into a playful smirk. She then backed away and effortlessly flicked the cap off the bottle of whiskey.

He took the bottle from her hand, his movements smooth and confident. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, his voice a low, velvet growl. "I did promise I'd attempt to enjoy myself, but even I have my boundaries," he said, his playful tone laced with a hint of seriousness. "I won't indulge straight from the bottle. Let's at least use proper glasses." With that, he made his way to the kitchen with the whiskey in hand.

He returned to the main room, glasses in hand, looking for her. He focused his hearing, trying to locate her, but didn't pick up anything. He continued through to the next room, partygoers parting around him like the sea.

Bright neon nights and smoke obscured his vision, the sound of electronic drums and synths drowned out all other noise. A woman was singing a slow love song into a mike, a pleasant contrast to the background music. A group of listeners were gathered around her, swaying gently to the song, others were dancing raucously to the synths.

He picked up on Emma's voice from across the room, and started heading in her direction.

"Are you a new one? I haven't seen you around here before," said a man.

"I'm new around here," Emma replied, her voice soft and breathy.

"I can help you out, teach you a thing or two," the man responded.

"Really?" She replied, with perfect sincerity.

"Absolutely, beautiful. I've been around for a while. Know lots of people, even Marcel," he said in a confident tone.

"The king? That's so cool." She replied without a hint of sarcasm.

"I can even help you get a daylight ring," he said.

"Wow, you have a daylight ring?" she said in amazement.

Elijah could see the young vampire sitting close to Emma, his hand on her thigh. He was leaning in to whisper in her ear. Mild jealousy bubbled in his chest, even though it was unfair for him to feel that way.

He approached them, handing Emma her drink and sitting on the other side of her. He placed a possessive hand on her waist, staring intensely at the man.

The man's face completely drained of color when he saw Elijah. Emma was still looking at the young vampire, her mouth twitching as she tried to control her laughter.

"Elijah Mikaelson… I… uh… oh, there's my friend," the young one said, getting up and walking away as fast as possible.

Emma burst out laughing, casually placing her hand on Elijah's knee and taking a sip of her drink as she watched the young one scurry away.

"I see you are still fond of torture," he said, pulling her closer to him, his hand resting casually at the base of her neck.

She leaned into his side, watching the singer belt out another slow love song.

"Torture? No. I was just teaching that young man a life lesson," she chuckled.

She turned to look at him, the neon lights illuminating her perfect face. "Are you having fun yet?" She asked, giving him a curious smile.

"Perhaps after a few more of these," he said, holding up his drink.

She rolled her eyes and pulled something out of her bra. It was a small plastic baggie with a few pink pills in it.

"Emma," he admonished, "No."

"Over one thousand years roaming this earth and you never learned how to have fun," she chuckled.

"I'm not a degenerate drug user," he said seriously.

"Right, you just eat people and occasionally rip hearts out," she responded, her tone teasing. "What's more degenerate?"

"I don't think it's wise for me to alter my mental state presently," he responded.

Emma turned to look into his eyes, leaning close to ensure no one else could hear. "MDMA can help reduce anxiety," she said quietly. "It helped me; it could help you."

"I could lose control and hurt you," he whispered back, his concern evident.

"I won't let you lose control," she reassured him, her hand gently touching his cheek. "I can guide you through it."

Elijah let out a long sigh, hoping he wouldn't regret this. "Fine."

The time began to pass in a strange manner, as if he was blinking too slowly and excessively. He felt the music in his muscles, and could feel laughter in the air. He found himself on the dance floor, his arms wrapped around Emma's waist.

"Your eyes are mesmerizing," he said, looking down at her in awe.

She smiled, running her hands through his hair as they moved together. All his anger, pain, and guilt had completely dissolved; all he could feel was bliss. Emma was right, he needed this.

"That feels amazing," he whispered, closing his eyes as waves of euphoria crashed over him.

"There's my Elijah," she said softly, gently caressing the creases that formed around his eyes when he smiled.

In the haze of euphoria, he found himself transported to a different place and time. They were standing in the doorway of her old house, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. It was reminiscent of the night he had first fallen in love with her, the memory etched into his mind like a cherished painting.

Yet, the intoxicating high was abruptly shattered by a jarring shift in his perception. The moonlight turned crimson, casting eerie shadows across Emma's face. Blood oozed from her hairline, staining her skin as if the moon itself wept tears of red. Her face transformed into that of his first love, someone he had killed. She clutched at her neck as blood poured from it, her screams and pleas overwhelming his senses.

Emma was pulled into his mind, facing a red door. In her peripheral vision, a woman darted past her, begging for mercy before Elijah tore her throat out. Emma turned away, only to see another version of him leaning over a bathtub, howling in pain, cradling a dead woman's body in his arms. A loud bang echoed as the door slammed open behind her. Emma turned around to see Elijah covered in blood, walking toward her with a cold expression and pitch-black eyes. She reached out, pressing a hand against his chest to halt him, gently touching the skin around his eyes as veins danced around them. "It's alright, dark one," she whispered.

"I'm a demon who plucks the wings off every beautiful butterfly he finds," he growled, attempting to push her away, consumed by a thirst for blood that clouded his reasoning. She held onto him tightly, her strength nearly matching his own and her control far superior.

"You never plucked my wings; you freed me from my cocoon," she said softly, pushing him back. "Remember? You saved me."

Elijah recalled the look on Tomas's face before he snapped his neck. He enjoyed killing Tomas, never regretting it for a moment. He remembered the way Emma looked on the floor, helpless and dying. I did save her, he thought.

"Elijah," she said gently, "do you remember when I showed you the horses at sunset?"

Her words cut through the torrent of his thoughts, transporting him back to the peaceful memory they shared. The golden hues of the setting sun, the soft neighs of the horses, and the delicate scent of lilacs and mint surrounded him once more. Emma's presence became a lifeline, pulling him back from the abyss behind his red door.

"Yes," he responded.

"Good, picture it in your mind," she whispered. "What did you hear? What did you smell?"

"I could hear the village bell and galloping hooves. I could smell lilacs and mint, the scent of you," he murmured as his hallucinations faded.

"There you go," she said softly, "you're alright, you're in control."

Their eyes met; she had a warm smile on her face and huge pupils from the drugs. She cupped his cheek, and he placed his hand on hers.

They moved together, the world a blur around them until they reached the car. The waves of euphoria washed over him once more, heightening his senses and intensifying his desire for her. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, he gently pushed her against the car, the metal cool against her back as his body pressed into hers.

"I want you," he whispered in her ear, then began trailing kisses down her neck.

"Neither of us are fit to drive," she giggled, her hands roaming his chest then gently pushing him away.

Elijah spotted a passerby and, in an instant, compelled them to assist. The unsuspecting individual was pulled into their whirlwind, agreeing to drive them to Elijah's place under his compulsion.

"You should pay for their cab back," Emma chuckled, her figure relaxed against the front door of his building, observing the confusion etched on the driver's face.

"Fuck. Right." Elijah's voice was laced with realization as he swiftly turned back to the stranger. He held the person's shoulders firmly, his eyes locking onto theirs. "You will forget all of this; thank you, here." He pressed a handful of bills into their hand, before hurrying back to Emma, pulling her inside.

"Are you having fun yet?" she teased as they entered his apartment, her voice a playful lilt.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smile wide and genuine. Guiding her to the sofa, he settled down, bringing her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his hips. His eyes, filled with desire, lingered on her lips, mere inches away from his.

"Good," she murmured, her hands tracing the contours of his neck and jaw.

Elijah leaned in, eager to capture her lips with his own, but she prevented him from doing so by holding onto his hair.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked, saying it in the exact same way she had almost a millennium ago.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes meeting hers.

"I don't think that's wise," she responded, a gentle smile on her face.

"I don't care," he responded teasingly.

"I do," she said softly, pushing herself off of him. She turned away, her silhouette framed by the moonlight streaming through the window, casting a gentle glow on her features as she looked down at the city below.

"Emma," he said gently, his voice a caress as he moved to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing tender kisses onto her shoulder.

"I have always loved you, Elijah," she whispered, leaning into his embrace. "But I'm not going to sleep with you. You needed a friend tonight, not a lover."

"Why not both?" he murmured, his lips tracing a delicate path up her neck.

"That's just the drugs talking," she chuckled, her tone a mixture of amusement and fondness, as she gently moved away from him.

He reached out, his hand grasping hers in an attempt to pull her close once more, but she shook her head gently, her resolve unwavering.

"Good night, dark one," she said, her words laced with both tenderness and finality, before turning away and walking out the door, leaving him standing there, bathed in the soft moonlight.

{Masterlist} - {Chapter list} Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen

[evie-mgks-version]

My TVDU OC

Her FC is:

Clarie Danes

Name: Juliet Rose Starleen

Nickname(s): Julie (everyone) Jules (Klaus and Elijah) Princess(Damon) Little Devil (Damon, only when he is teasing her) Love (Klaus) JuJu (A name that isn't used often, so when this is said this. Everyone knows there's something that made her way beyond ticked) Witch Rose/Rose Witch (Klaus. He couldn't remember her name for the first couple of weeks, all he remembered was 'Rose' and that she was a witch) Lil One (Elijah calls her this because of her height) Flicka (Klaus. According to sources in Swedish it mean’s ‘beautiful girl’ or something like that) Little Angel (Klaus) Hybrid Queen (Klaus and herself call me this)

Age: Vampire: 177  Human: 24

Birthday: June 14th 1840

Height: 5' 0”

Friends: Bonnie

Caroline

Stefan (He's more like a brother to her)

Jeremy

Enemies: The Lockwoods Katherine Viki Matt Elena (it's...a long story) People who hurt the ones I love

Crush:

Klaus

Hobbies: Photography Painting (Klaus actually got her into this, all though she's not as good as him)

Likes: Stargazing Painting Being around Klaus

Dislikes: Thunderstorms

Bad habits: Picking or biting my fingernails when she's nervous

Personality: Caring Loving Creative Shy at first

Human or Vampire, witch, or hybrid: Vampire-Witch hybrid 

If Vamp, who turned you?: Klaus on October 5th 1865 Powers: She's not really sure, since she doesn't use her magic very often, but if she had to guess, it's most of the powers all the other witches have. Quotes: "Romeo, Romeo. Wherefor are thou Romeo?" (She usually say this to find Klaus) "I love you. Like the stars above, I'll love you till I die." (She says this to Klaus a lot) "I want us to be like Romeo and Juliet, but way more dirty and naughty" (She says this to Klaus) "Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven, so fine, that all the world will be in love with night" (This is from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Though she does say this often, especially when Klaus has to do something that is dangerous) "It is not the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves." (Another quote from Romeo and Juliet, but she says this whenever someone is down) "Everything looks cute when it's small!" (She says this to Klaus when he teases her about her height)  "Stars can't shine, without darkness." (She usually say this when someone's upset) "Friends come and go like the waves of the ocean, but those who are true, stay, like an octopus on your face. So thank you, for being an octopus." (Herself. She usually say this to her best friends)

Klaus gave her a necklace on their two year anniversary. It's a daylight necklace with the name Jules engraved on the back of it. It 'stores' her magic.

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[the-dawn-star]

Hi, can I please request an oneshot about the gen reader exploited yandere Elijah’s trust and used it to escape? Unfortunately she didn’t make it very far and got caught.

A/N: Heyy!! Fun fact I love yandere Elijah and this was a fun writing challenge, but this turned out little messy.

-S

+ 1000ish words.

TW: yandere bs, kidnapping, delusion just not okay stuff in general.

That's what you had been told since the second Elijah had taken you: ‘He was the better brother’. And for a while you had believed it, and now you needed to use that to survive..., to be free from this ‘better brother’.  

Your plan started to form the moment you started to feel lucid enough to think about a possible escape. You didn’t act out of line, actually it was the opposite. You had let him kiss you, take care of you. You hadn’t fought back no matter how much you wanted to do that. Because you knew that maybe, maybe it would be worth it at the end.  

“Please, just one night with only two of us” You begged, trying to show your best puppy eyes. While your captivity it had become abundantly clear that Elijah did not like to say no to you. After all he had taken you to keep you safe, to keep you happy when the world wouldn’t do that. Elijah liked you too much to deny you anything. And it had been a long time since you two had been together, without another vampire in hearing distance.  

“Fine, but only because you have behaved so well...,” Elijah couldn’t cover the smile, maybe he started to believe in the love you showed to him.  

Elijah pressed a sweet kiss on your hairline before leaving for the day.  

--- 

You were dressed to the best, only to have a paintbrush under your jacket that you had carved into a sharp point. It was clear that your weapon wouldn’t kill him, but it might get him dead for a few hours and you out of New Orleans. But if you failed, you would never have such a chance with Elijah’s trust ever again. If he would even want to keep you after stabbing him and trying to run away.  

The plan was clear, Elijah would come back to the compound after he got done with work. A private chef would come and cook for you and you two would enjoy dinner and have a lovely night before getting to bed. Or that was Elijah’s plan at least. In your mind the night would end with a partially dead Original and you away from the city.  

But Elijah was late, and one thing you had learned about Elijah, was the fact that he is never late if possible. Maybe he had been killed... Maybe he had decided to leave. But you didn’t get very far with your daydreaming.  

One of the vampires loyal to Elijah walked in the office you were sitting in. He was one of the kinder vampires that worked as your personal ‘protection’. Something was wrong. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.  

“Things have changed, your date has been canceled.” You liked the vampire for being so blunt with his words, but now you really needed more than that.  

“Why?”  

“Elijah got a hint that some people would want to attack you, to get back at Elijah.”  

You didn’t say anything, if the compound got flooded with vampires loyal to Elijah there would be no way you could get free.  

“Is there anyone else here yet?” You asked, totally normal question when your life was in danger.  

“No, Elijah called me here first, few other guys will probably get here soon.”  

You cursed in your mind, before getting maybe the most stupid idea in your life.  

You fastened your breathing and started to force tears in your eyes. The guy before you had always been more sympathetic than some of the others.  

“Hey, it’s okay, no one will hurt you...”  

“I know, I just..., could I have a hug?”  

Elijah had clear rules about touching you, but the guy was nicer than Elijah might have liked.  

“Okay, just come here.”  

You got up, wrapping your arms around yourself, but secretly taking a hold of my weapon under my jacket.  

You walked to his welcoming arms and waited for a second, until forcing a sob or two out of you. You didn’t have much time, so you took the chance and forced your weapon through his chest and straight to his heart. You had a pretty good idea how to kill a vampire, but this was your first one, and with a few steps back he collapsed to the floor.  

You would have mourned his death if you would have had the time, but this was your chance.  

So, you ran the stairs down and straight to the street.  

You knew that you needed to get out of the city, but you were tired and hungry, so you took to sleeping in an old shipping container that had been left open. The night was cold, and you could barely stay asleep, but this was better than anything Elijah had given you.  

You woke up and you waited for the cold and humid weather to hit you. But it never came. Maybe it was going to be a warmer day today.  

You opened your eyes and to your horror you were not in the shipping container. Instead, you were lying on the same bed you had slept for months. You started to panic.  

Has he found you again? Where was he? How did he find you? How didn’t you wake up while being moved?  

You tried to use your hands to get up, only to find that your arms were bound to the bed. You kicked the duvet, but your legs didn’t move, they were bound too.  

You started to get teary and trashed against your restraints only to hear Elijah’s terrifying calm words.  

“There is no reason to fight back, your little trip outside isn’t going to work again...”