#elijah mikaelson x omc

[sneakysillyplane]

Valentina Lisitsa, BEETHOVEN, "Appassionata", Piano sonata No. 23, F-min...

Here is the music that the latest chapter of my fanfic is named after. This is a longer one, but if you want to listen to it while you read chapter 6, I highly recommend it!

My fanfic is an Elijah/omc fanfic on ao3 called Liebestraum! Go check it out if youre interested!

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

The club

Summary: You follow a new friend in a club and things get an unexpected turn...

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Other characters: OMC

Warnings: language!, mentions of blood and death and drugs (literal mentions, no one’s really hurt), happy and cute ending

A/n: I had a completely different idea in mind when I started this but I hope you still enjoy it anyway, I do ;)

Not my gif, credit to the rightful owner

Entering the dim club felt like stepping in the devil's nest: dirty walls covered with layers of damaged posters surrounded you as loud music shook the place to its bone together with the shouting of hundreds of people, all pushing around on the dancefloor. Neon lights flashed over every surface their bright, tacky colours, forcing you to constantly squint your eyes.

"I thought you said you knew a nice place" you shouted at the guy leading the way to a corner of the room where was placed a small counter. As you got closer, you noticed thankfully that the music wasn't so loud in that nook.

Your guide sat on a barstool and turned towards you with a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks. "Why? Don't you think it's nice?"

The slimy floor sticking to your shoes didn't agree with him...

"At least the music is nice" you muttered as another song started and your eyes were drawn to the dancefloor.

There men and women were dancing, or what you guessed it was the way they were grinding all over one another. To you, it was both disgusting and mesmerising seeing how their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly as they swayed with the strong rhythm of the music, as they couldn't belong anywhere else but with each other...

A pat on your shoulder distracted you and made you turn to... him. You had already forgotten his name - and asking it now would've been very akward - but he was funny, and his light humor was everything you needed.

"Fancy a drink?" he asked, sliding a glass with what looked like orange juice in it. "Vodka and pineapple juice". Close enough. “Hope you like it”

“Thanks”. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, so you just let your fingers run on the glass as you watched him taking a sip of his drink. The way his face squeezed at the sour taste made you laugh.

"I need to go to the bathroom real quick" he told you, jumping off the stool, "and then we'll hit the floor"

He winked at you, making an hopeless dance move. You laughed, nodding before watching him make his way through the tight crowd. Your gaze then moved to the drink as your throat felt more and more dry by the minute. You took the glass in your hand: a sip definitely wouldn’t hurt.

"I wouldn’t drink that, if I were you"

Your head tilted quickly towards the man who just spoke. A tall man, with large shoulders, dark hair and a suit. A freaking suit! In all your wanderings through the different clubs of New Orleans, you had never met anyone dressed up like that, not once! But honestly? As long as he looked so good in it, you could excuse him anything.

“Why so, Mr, Suit?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow with a smirk. "You want to offer me one as well?"

"As long as you give me that one"

He gently took the glass from your hand, slightly brushing your fingers, and then tilted it. You immediately noticed a strange powder on the clear bottom that still hadn't dissolved in the drink. At that sight, the color drained from your face.

"Hey!". A cold knife reached your ears. "I hope you're ready to-". Your friend stopped a foot away seeing the glare you shot him. It was a pity it wasn't enough to kill him.

You took the glass from Mr. Suit and got down your stool.

"Y/n, trust me" - he had his hands already up in defense and was slowly stepping backwards - "it's not what it looks like, I would've never took advantage of you. Just to loosen up and-"

You threw the content of your glass in his face. It was terribly satisfying seeing the thick liquid dripping down to the floor, even though seeing his blood would've made you much, much happier.

"Who do you think you are to decide if I want to loosen up?" you hissed, your hands shaking in anger and fear. "You have no right to make that choice for me!"

So many thoughts rushed through your head and thousands of words prickled your tongue. Nevertheless, there was only one thing that found its way out of your mouth: "Fuck you"

Before he could say anything else, before he tried to excuse himself again, you were already running to the door and out of that place.

As you stepped outside you finally were able to breathe again. The chilly night was a bliss after the stale, hot air of the club. However, your hands were still trembling.

"Are you alright?"

As Mr. Suit appeared, you quickly wiped away the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes with a bitter laugh.

"I don't know, how would you feel if someone you gave your trust tried to drug you to do who-knows-what?!"

He remained silent, his eyes glued on you. Scanning them, for a moment you felt like he had an answer to your question stuck on the tip of his tongue, ready to be told and surprise you. But it was just a moment.

"I'm sorry". You shook you head with a sigh, rubbing your eyes. "I shouldn't be angry at you, you're the one who saved me". A small smile found his way to your lips. "Thank you for that"

"It was the least I could do". His lip quirked upwards and his face suddenly lost all his seriousness to become pure light to your heart. "If you want, I could offer you a hot chocolate to help you recover from what happened. I know a nice cafe nearby"

The invitation caught you by surprise. "I- I would love to..." you started, "but maybe not tonight. Right now all I want is to drown in my bed sheets and just forget... everything"

He nodded. "I totally understand"

You smiled and then waved to catch the attention of a taxi driver. It didn't take long before one stopped.

"Thank you again for what you did" you said opening the cab door. “You’re probably the only thing worth remembering of tonight”

He smiled, reaching in one of his pockets before handing you his card. “If you ever want to reach me for that chocolate or for a talk, here’s my number”

You glanced at the piece of paper, his name written with elegant black swirls on the white textured card.

“I will take it into consideration, Mr. Mikaelson” you said with an overly formal tone as you sat in the backseat. “Goodnight”

“Goodnight” and he closed the cab door for you as the engine started again.

During the ride back home, you fidgeted the card in your hand and even when you were nicely tucked in your bed you still held it, your eyes drawn to that small rectangle of paper.

“Elijah Mikaelson”. The sound of his name rolled on your tongue like warm honey... you were definitely going to text him the following day.

Then, without even realizing it, you fell asleep, his card on your pillow and his name on your lips.

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Worth It- Pt 3

The Prelude - Part 1- Part 2

Summary: The reader and Marcel make up just to get into another argument.

Characters: Marcel x black!reader, Sean (OMC) x black!reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT!

A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading! I’m really enjoying for writing for this series.

(I’m in love with this gif! That is a man!)

An overwhelming heat caused you to wake up from your deep slumber. Turning over to see the source, you saw Marcel with his arm wrapped around your waist and him staring down at you.

“Creep.” You playfully called him before turning back over.

Marcel pinched your ass and instinctively your arm went flaying to hit him back. “Ouch! Asshole!” All he did was laugh at your pain. Rolling you over with him on top, he settled his head in between your neck and shoulder. You could feel the ghost of his smile on your neck.

Pushing at his shoulders, you told him, “Get off of me. I’m still mad at you.” Your tone suggested that you didn’t mean it and it was true.

After, you finally calmed down a bit you understood Marcel’s anger, but you also knew you had to get him to understand your side as well.

Lifting his head, he looked at you with remorseful eyes. “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I just don’t wanna lose you. You’re my everything, do you understand that, Y/N?” He was on the verge of tears.

Bringing his face closer to yours, you whispered, “Yes, baby. But I need you to understand I don’t like being treated as a child and that you should trust me.”

Marcel shook his head yes, knowing everything you said was true. A couple of minutes passed without either one of you saying a word. He quirked an eyebrow, “Where’s my apology,” he asked with a smile.

Giggling in his ear, “You ain’t getting one.” Then you licked the shell of his ear.

“A’ight, I guess I have to force it out of you.” Marcel kissed the tip of your nose before disappearing under the covers.

Lucky you that you didn’t sleep with any panties on and that granted Marcel easy access. Even though you knew it was coming, the feeling of his tongue on your clit sent shivers down your spine.

“Shit’s already wet. Do I do this to you, baby?” His voice muffled by the cover. He slapped your clit just to hear how wet you are.

Forgetting that he couldn’t see you, you shook your head yes. Another harder slap came down and you yelped. “I can’t hear you.” Marcel claimed.

“Yes, baby. I’m always this wet for you,” you moaned out.

You could practically hear him smiling. “I bet Sean can’t do this to you.”

Lifting the covers, you smiled at him and said, “Only you, baby.”

Marcel softly bit the inside of your thigh before delving right back into your heat. His slow, languid licks contradicted his fast fingers thrusting inside of you.

It was a miracle that you heard the phone over the sounds of your loud moans. Your plan was to ignore it, whoever it was could wait, but Marcel’s evil ass made you answer it.

“Hello?” You answered sounding somewhat normal.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, cher?” Sean’s Cajun accent came out loud and clear.

Marcel’s head popped up from his meal and he immediately snatched the phone out of your hand. “Actually, Sean you caught her at a perfect time.”

Shocked that he was in a good mood to talk to Sean, you mouthed to your boyfriend, “What are you doing?”

Instead of just answering you, unexpectedly Marcel sheathed himself inside of you and you almost came right at that moment. “Ohhh fuck me,” you moaned inside his ear.

All thoughts about Sean on the phone disappeared as Marcel had you having orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, Marcel’s hand found its way around your throat. “You’re mines, do you understand that? No one else’s.”

“I’m yours,” you proclaimed to him and subconsciously to Sean.

Your proclamation caused Marcel to hit his climax and he filled you up. Grabbing the forgotten phone by your head, he spoke into. “Don’t call her again. Goodbye.”

Laughing at how he reminded you of Klaus, you smacked his shoulder. “Wow, Klaus really did raise you.”

Marcel tugged a stand of your hair. “Why are you bringing up another man’s name after I so thoroughly satisfied you?”

“Who says I’m satisfied?” Marcel gave you a smug look before he went to spread your legs. “No, no, no I was just joking. Stop, I can’t take anymore, or I’ll really be jell-o.” Thanks to Marcel being a vamp, he practically had no refractory period, which could be a blessing and a curse.

Wrapping you up in his arms, both of you laid there in comfortable silence drifting off to sleep before round 2 until the most terrifying sound jolted you out of bed.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, get your little nasty black ass down here right now!” Hearing your mom’s voice gave you renewed energy, causing you to get dressed the fastest you ever have.

Running down the stairs with Marcel hot on your trail, you saw your mom arguing with Klaus with your dad and Sean standing off to side staring down the other Mikaelson siblings.

Sean must’ve told your parents what happened or worse they heard you on the phone having the best sex of your life, either way it was embarrassing.

When your mom’s eyes finally settled on you, you wanted to go hide in the corner. It was the look she gave you and Bianca before she went and got her belt.

“Hey momma, what are you doing here?” You asked like you had no idea. For a moment she didn’t say anything until she saw the bruise on your neck from where Marcel fed from.

“So, not only do you like for people to hear you having sex, but you also like to be a blood bag ho?”

“Seems like it,” you heard Rebekah mutter. Turning to Marcel you told him with a look he better get her before you do.

He pulled her to the side while you heard Klaus talking to your mom. “Watch it, witch.”

Your fearlessness was a trait you got from your momma and she proved it by slapping Klaus and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Rebekah must’ve been keeping her eye out on the whole situation, because as soon as your mom’s hand made contact with Klaus, Rebekah had her hand around your mom’s throat with her fangs out.

Despite your mom calling you a hoe just a few minutes ago, she was still your momma and you weren’t gonna let anyone disrespect her. So, when Rebekah put her hands on your mom, you automatically used your powers to make her choke on her own blood to the point where it looked like she was going to die a second death.

What you didn’t expect was Marcel tackle you to stop your assault. Klaus or Elijah, yes but your boyfriend, no. “Y/N, quit it!” Marcel ordered you, while checking on Rebekah.

“Really, nigga? You’re protecting her?” The relationship between you and Rebekah wasn’t a good one. Since, the moment she met you, she hated you. But you still tried to be nice and respectful to her, because one, she was Marcel’s ex and you didn’t like being petty, and two, Marcel grew up with her, she was family either way.

“You didn’t have to go that far.” He countered.

Those 7 words lit a fuse and you blew up. “I DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT FAR?! Man fuck you! You’re gonna tell me to my face that the little white devil didn’t go to far when she had her hand around my momma’s throat? And to think her own brothers haven’t come to her defense but you’re being Captain Save-A-Hoe!”

“Marcellus, tell your wretched little witch to watch her tongue or I’ll rip it out.”

Just because you’re a witch and Rebekah is an Original, doesn’t mean she still can’t get her ass whopped. In fact, you easily killed a couple of vampires on your own. So, Rebekah was about to get some work, but you felt an unfamiliar arm around your waist. “Not now, sweetheart.” Sean whispered into your ear.

Seeing Sean so close to you made Rebekah an afterthought to Marcel. “I suggest you get your hand off of her before you lose it.”

“Oh now, you wanna pay attention to her? Nah, nigga stick with your Becky over there. We good over here.”

Marcel ignored Sean and looked to you. “Y/N, get over here.” His voice stern, telling you that there would be consequences if you didn’t listen.

Anger and hurt influenced your response. “Nah, we’re good over here.” You led your parents and Sean out of the Mikaelson home with Marcel shocked and heartbroken.

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[sneakysillyplane]

Waltzes, Op.64: II. Tempo giusto in C Sharp Minor

This is for the third and latest chapter of Liebestraum, my vampire diaries fanfic on ao3!

I thought about saving this one for a more exciting chapter, but I really like how it starts slow and then goes a little wild. Especially the bit of boogie she puts in at the end 🥰

The way the tempo goes crazy is kinda like the popping of Benji and Jeremy's little codependency bubble. But also, it represents the story as a whole. Starting slow and then picking up and going a little wild. Just like the TV show does lmao.

I posted the chapter from my phone, and for some reason I couldn't copy the title from YouTube, so it was hella hard to try and get all those little details of the name right with my dyslexia. But I did it (I think 😅).

[sneakysillyplane]

Khatia Buniatishvili plays Liebestraum No. 3 from Franz Liszt | Verbier ...

This is what Benji's story (my TVD fanfic) is named after!

So there are actually three musical works to Liebestraum but the third one is the original inspiration for my story, and it's the most famous. If you're interested, I definitely recommend looking up no. 1 and 2, but they can be harder to find.

I love the way the music builds on itself and then the end 🥰

I'll be posting all the music pieces I name the chapters after here on my Tumblr so follow for more!

[sneakysillyplane]

Mariage d'amour - Paul de Senneville (Relaxing Piano Music)

This is what the first official chapter of Liebestraum (after the prologue) is named for. Liebestraum is my omc/Elijah fic on ao3!

(I feel really called out by the top comment on YouTube 😭 I just saw it as I was posting this lol)

Aways, I'm really really glad I googled this piece before I included it in my fanfic because I originally found it in a video titled "Spring Waltz" and was going to use that as the chapter name. Then it turns out that this video was randomly uploaded to YouTube under that title and was also attributed to Chopin even though it was made in the 20th century by a completely different composer and called "Marriage d'amour". Yet videos continue to call it Chopin and name it Spring Waltz for some strange reason. . .

Anyway, I could listen to this piece all day. If it was more appropriate (with like time periods and such) it might've actually been the name of the whole fic. But it also just wasn't sad enough.

I feel like it fits well with Jeremy and Benji's little 'bubble' that they build. And since it's a newer piece, Benji might not have as many memories related to Elijah when he thinks about it.

[sneakysillyplane]

Louis Armstrong - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans (Live)

Sorry for the delay in posting this, but here is the last song to pair with the latest chapter (5) of Liebestraum (my Elijahxomc fanfic on ao3!)

There were a lot of songs I considered for this chapter. And a lot of ways that I thought about having Benji play the piano for the first time since he turned his humanity back on. But ultimately, this one spoke to me and really informed the way the chapter went.

Obviously, Benji was only playing on the piano. But most of the piano covers I listened to didn't do it much justice. Still, I figure Benji tried for love of it, and after his decades of experience and familiarity with Louis's work, must've done a pretty good job.

[sneakysillyplane]

Vladimir Horowitz - Variation on a theme of Bizet's - Carmen

Here is the song that the latest chapter (chapter 4) is based on for my TVD fanfic!

I choose this one mostly because it's an improvised beat and Benji (and me through him) is improvising his way through season one of the vampire diaries. He's just making it up as it goes, but making it all come together at the same time.

My fanfic is on ao3 and it's called Liebestraum! Go check it out if you're interested!