#niklaus is so hot.

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First post of 2024 and I think I should make it about the thing I love most!!

*Coughs and stares at you while shoving these images in your face*

Happy New Year everyone!!

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NIKLAUSUSUUSUAUAUSU

the Niklaus fandom is dying ❗️ Repost if you’d trust him with your wallet!

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me ‘accidentally’ leaving my neck completely exposed when i meet a vampire

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Thirsty | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah is cold and distant around you... until one night, you break down in front of him. Even Originals get thirsty.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x vampire!reader

Genre: Suggestive, angsty, hot

Word Count: <1k

You were rummaging through the industrial freezer in the basement of the Mikaelson home.

You were elbow deep in ice chips, desperately searching for the only thing your body craved now you'd been turned into a vampire.

Blood.

"Where do they keep the fucking blood bags?" You kicked the freezer door so hard the metal crumpled under your boot.

"Need a hand?"

You spun around at the familiar voice.

Elijah was leaning against the door frame, watching you. He wore a pale cream shirt that was rolled up, exposing brown forearms.

Elijah always looked so put together, even when he had the blood of his enemies dripping down his chin, and congealed between his fingers.

You smoothed your unruly brown locks, feeling suddenly self conscious.

Elijah lifted up the lid of the freezer with one finger, peering inside.

"I'll have to make sure the maid restocks this more often."

He walked up to a portrait hanging on the wall. Pushing the frame to the side, he revealed a hidden safe. His fingers slid over the keys at vampire speed. The safe door clicked open and Elijah reached inside to pull out a heavy crystal bottle.

He poured a glass and handed it to you.

"Here, this should suffice."

You looked at the dark red liquid in the glass. The idea of drinking blood made you feel literally sick, but the gnawing at the base of your throat could only be eased by one thing. You knocked back the entire contents of the glass in one gulp.

"Thanks," you said, wiping your mouth.

Elijah gave you a tight smile.

"I've never seen you drink blood, Elijah. Hell, I've never even seen you eat." You crossed your arms. "Meanwhile I can't even go thirty minutes without thinking about where I'm going to get my next fix."

"You are a new vampire," Elijah said, sliding the portrait back in place. "Restraint takes time to master."

You tugged at your sallow cheeks. "I feel so... unnatural. I feel like my insides are rotting. It's all wrong. I'm all wrong!"

Elijah pressed his lips into a tight line.

You sank to your knees. You buried your head in your hands and started to sob.

"I should have died. What have I become?" you said, between sobs.

Elijah stood, awkwardly, watching you cry on the floor. His arms itched to hold you, but it no longer felt like his place to do so.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. Your eyes were glistening, and your nose was red. You stood up, face to face with Elijah.

"There was a time, once..." you said, sniffing. "That you would have held me, maybe even kissed me. Now you don't even talk to me, Elijah."

Your hard exterior had melted, leaving soft, brown skin and watery eyes. You suddenly looked so young.

Elijah sighed.

"Y/n, I..." but the words died on his lips. He moved forwards, silently, till he was inches away from you.

He leant his forehead against yours, eyes slipping shut. Your arms hung limply at your sides, fingers almost touching.

Suddenly, the sound of glass splattering echoed through the room. Both your and Elijah's heads shot up.

"Elijah!" Niklaus roared from upstairs. "The love of my life is at the bottom of this bottle, brother. Come and help me find her!"

Niklaus was drunk. Something which was becoming a daily occurrence.

You stepped away from Elijah.

"Go, run after your little brother like you always do," you snapped. The prickly expression had once again masked your beautiful features.

Elijah rolled down his shirtsleeves, and did up his cufflinks.

"Do not concern yourself with matters of my family," he said, sternly. "You should focus on your transition."

You scoffed. "You don't get to tell me what to do." You turned away and stormed towards the door.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your arm. Elijah yanked you back, using his full vampire force to turn you towards him.

You gasped. Elijah's eyes were red, and black veins pulsed under his eyes. He snarled.

You thought he was going to attack you. Your breath caught in your throat.

Suddenly, Elijah leant down and kissed you, hard, on the mouth.

Elijah wound one hand around your waist and pulled you to his chest as he continued to kiss you. You could hear his pulse racing in your ears, you could feel his eagerness for you against your thigh.

You kissed him back with equal force. This was an Elijah you didn't know well, the man behind the façade of elegance and nobility.

You reached up to stroke his soft hair. But suddenly, Elijah pulled away from you.

There was a soft woosh. Elijah was gone.

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cups of wine

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: you had just found out of elijah’s affair, and klaus was right there to comfort you.

warnings: small angst, soft klaus, mentions of cheating

"i believe you've had enough, dear." you heard niklaus say once again, trying to take away the cup of wine off your hands. you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, moving the cup to your red lips once again. you lost count of how many cups of wine you’ve drank, you just knew it wasn’t enough.

klaus sighed as he looked worriedly and pitifully at you. truth is, you were cheated on. by elijah. you had just found out. your eyes watered as you remember what you had seen earlier in the day.

you let out a relaxed breath, while you stepped foot into your shared house with the original vampire. work had been rough today, so you wanted nothing more than to kiss and be pampered by your boyfriend. you walked up the stairs, up to your room, your confusion increasing as you heard muffled sounds coming from your bedroom. did he have anyone over?

your heart broke as you heard her voice, well, her moans. hayley. you shook your head in denial behind the closed door. there was no way this was happening. maybe she was hurt and elijah was helping her. there was no way! your boyfriend loved you. he did. he reminded you everyday and he had never given you any reason to doubt him. he would never. right?

your heart was shattered into a million pieces when you opened the door to your bedroom. there they were. lost in your velvet sheets, their bodies tangled with one another's. you felt the air getting thinner, you couldn't breathe. you tried your hardest to catch your breath, as hot tears ran down your cheeks. your attempts at catching your breath must have been loud, because the two lovers seemed to stopped their passionate sex, startled by your presence.

"y/n!" said your boyfriend, standing up from the bed, a blanket now wrapped around his waist. you couldn't look at him, you shook your head, turning around on your heel and walking down the stairs. you ignored his calls, while he ran after you. you didn't care what he had to say. you grabbed your things, ignoring his every word, it was like he no longer existed to you.

you had told him before. that cheating was something you could never forgive. he knew there was no going back if he ever cheated on you. and here he is. with your eyes blurred with endless tears, you took off the necklace he had gifted you, not wanting to own anything that belonged to him, and placed it down on the kitchen counter.

"won't you let me explain, please?" elijah begged, but you ignored him yet again. you were done. he bit his lip anxiously, whilst he watched you break right in front of his eyes. he watched the tears that wouldn't stop falling from your eyes, your quivering lips and shaking hands.

"we're over." was the only thing you said to elijah, before you left.

you laughed sadly, remembering how pathetic you must have looked. klaus sighed, watching your every action. everyone already knew what had happened. klaus has always been your best friend, imagine his anger when he found out what his brother had done to you. imagine the rage he felt when he found out that the woman he loved was hurting, and because of his relative.

"that's enough, y/n. you've had too much already." klaus said, his hand reaching towards your cup, but you shook your head, taking the last sip of your now empty glass.

"your brother cheated on me, nik. what do you expect me to do?" you asked, your speech slurred. you were definitely tipsy, but it seemed like even the alcohol couldn't numb your pain. you raised your hand suddenly, intending to order another cup of wine, before klaus stopped you.

"no, love. i'm taking you home." klaus said, his hand wrapping around your waist, helping you stand. you shook your head, as you refuted. you needed more. it wasn't enough. you still hurt, you needed more. "come on." klaus said lovingly, walking you out of the mystic grill.

"no! 'm not drunk!" you attempted to say, hiccups interrupting you. klaus leaned you against a wall, for support, as he looked for his car keys in his pockets. "just one more." you begged, raising up one finger infront of klaus' face. he shook his head, and you pouted. klaus grabbed his keys, and wrapped his hand around you once again.

"let's go.” he said softly, while he gently walked you towards his car. you looked at him, as you attempted to walk, stumbling your way through, your legs getting tangled various times. “easy there, love.” klaus said gently, as he continued to help you walk.

klaus was handsome. so beautifully handsome. you couldn’t help but stare at him. god, he was so breathtakingly gorgeous. you couldn’t believe you had never actually noticed his immense beauty. you stopped walking out of no where, earning a confused look from the hybrid.

"you're- handsome." you confessed, smiling sweetly at him. klaus almost melted. he chuckled a bit.

"i know, love. now, let's keep going" klaus replied, a big smirk on his face, grabbing your arm once again, before you shook him off.

"no-why- why didn't i go for you?" you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. klaus stopped dead in his tracks, widen eyes looking at you. "you'd never... hurt me." you said, dropping your head in both tiredness and in defeat. klaus frowned at your words. because you were right. he would never.

"let me get you home, alright, dear?" klaus spoke up yet again, trying to find your eyes. his heart sank as he heard a sob leaving your lips. you broke down entirely infront of the deadly hybrid, your hand gripping your chest.

"hurts." you tried saying, your slurred speech making it hard for the hybrid to understand you. you cried. loud, desperate sobs filling the sidewalk you both stood on. klaus cursed his brother for making you feel this way, wrapping you into his strong arms, his warmth bringing you the comfort you so desperately needed. he didn’t say a word, just gave you the space to cry it out, to let it out for once. after a few minutes of crying, you looked up at him. your chin rested on his strong chest, tears still running down your wet cheeks as you spoke up.

“help me hurt him back.” you said, hiccups and sobs making it difficult for you to speak. klaus’ thumbs dried your wet cheeks, hearing your every word, wanting nothing more than to help you and make you feel better at last.

“kiss me…” you begged, your hands tightening around his waist. klaus looked at you shocked by your request.

“love..”

“please?” you begged yet again, more tears leaving your eyes, and causing klaus’ heart to tighten again. his thumbs continued to dry your tears, or at least try to.

“i can’t do that, y/n.” klaus replied, his voice full of pity. he adored you. he was sure you were the love of his life. but he couldn’t have you when you were like this. he wouldn’t kiss you just for revenge. you frowned, shaking your head, your hands grabbing his shirt and making a fist out of them.

“please— nothing will hurt him more than this.” you managed to say, closing your eyes, feeling the delicate touches on your cheeks by klaus. you heard him sigh deeply, his hand now placing strands of your hair behind his ear.

“why don’t we get you home?” klaus added, his hands now running to your shoulders. your head dropped yet again, before klaus lead you towards his car. he helped you into his passenger seat, adjusting your seat belt, and soon drove you home.

it was a silent ride most of the time. all there could be heard would be your cries. klaus was tensed, not knowing what to do to make you feel better. comforting people wasn’t his strongest suit, but he wanted to help you. he just didn’t know how to. soon enough, the car came to a stop. you looked outside the window, finding your house. you had arrived. you took a deep breath, your head now on the head rest, exhausted from all the crying and hurt you had to endure today.

“i just—” you started, earning a look from klaus. “don’t understand. i— i was good to him.” you said, looking at klaus. “really! i was loving, i treated him with respect, i loved him, i— i was good!” you said, as if trying to convince klaus. klaus nodded along, because he knew.

“why wasn’t i good enough?” you asked, a sad chuckle leaving your lips, your hands drying your eyes. “what did i do wrong?” you asked, your voice breaking mid sentence. klaus soon grabbed your face into his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently.

“nothing, love. you did absolutely nothing wrong.” klaus replied, his eyes saddening at the sight of a broken you. “you are and will always be good enough.” klaus said softly.

“then why…? why did elijah— why did he…?” you tried asking, but the lump in your throat didn’t allow you to finish, as you broke down yet again, tears were wiped away yet again by the hybrid, as he shook his head.

“because he is idiotic, darling. he’s an imbecile for even thinking of the possibility of ever loving anyone else but you.” klaus said softly, his eyes staring directly into yours. one of his hands patted your head gently. “don’t shed more tears for him, i beg. he’s undeserving of them.”

you swallowed your tears and nodded your head slowly, earning a kind smile from klaus. you tried reciprocating his smile, yet only offered him a frown. klaus sighed softly, his head tilting gently.

“i shall make it my cause, that they never know a moment of happiness in their entire life.” klaus said sternly, yet sweetly to you. “i will make them suffer in ways that their idiotic, spoiled minds can never even come close to imagining.” klaus continued. you shook your head immediately. you didn’t want anything to happen to them. you just never wanted to be associated with them ever again, never have to see them again. but that was impossible and you knew it.

“please, don’t— it’s okay.” you pleaded, shaking your head. klaus let out a deep breath, as he listened to you. “i’m okay.” you faked a smile, one that klaus didn’t buy. you sighed. “i deserved this.” you said sadly, your words lighting up a fire in klaus’ heart.

“you what?” klaus asked, angered by your comment.

“i probably deserved this. i mean, of course all i did for him wasn’t enough! how could it be? how could i be?— how could i even ask for love? how dared i believe i could actually be happy?” you continued, sadly chuckling. “how could i actually believe someone like elijah could ever loved me? i must have been insane.” you laughed, the back of your hands wiping away your falling tears. klaus bit his lip in anger.

“do you actually believe that, y/n?” klaus asked, his hands still resting on your soft cheeks. you nodded, whilst offering him a small, heartbreaking smile.

klaus felt his heart sank. he couldn’t allow this. he could not allow the love of his life to degrade herself this much. he couldn’t stand it. his eyes had watered as he heard you speak so low of yourself. you weren’t allowed to.

slowly but surely, klaus placed his soft lips on top of yours, kissing you in the most sweeter and kinder way possible. you were taken back by his actions, but kissed him back regardless. his lips were sweet, and so incredibly soft. klaus kissed you gently, offering you place to pull away from his kiss, yet you never did. the kiss was somewhat short, but filled with so much love and affection, that you could feel it in your bones.

“please don’t speak so ill of the woman i love. i will not allow it.” klaus whispered, you felt his breath by your lips. you opened your eyes to stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, yet klaus spoke before you.

“why don’t you get some rest, love? we may talk again in the morning if you desire to.” klaus said, talking off his seat belt and soon helping you out of the car. you were star struck, absolutely speechless by what had just happened. but you only knew one thing.

klaus mikaelson loved you.

[klausysworld]

Y/n calling Klaus as Niklaus during their make out sesh and it turns into..

Niklaus

Soft kisses trailed up y/n’s neck as she sat at her desk and touching up her makeup. She watched in the mirror as Klaus lightly nipped at her throat and hummed a growl into her

“what are you doing?” she asked in a breathy tone subconsciously tilting her head as he sucked along her jaw

“enjoying myself, aren’t you?” his words were muffled as he formed a hickey into her delicate skin while she mewled quietly

“i am, i’d just like to know what brought this on”

“i simply can’t get enough of you my dear”

he moved round to be in-front of her and tangled his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth to his, his lips were warm and plump, he slowly moved them against hers savouring the feeling of being so close and loving. He pulled away and pecked her nose

“i love you so much, my little flower” y/n gave a shy smile and pressed another kiss to his lips, this time with a little more force and a certain need. He traced her lower lip with his hot tongue in a plead to enter. She allowed him of course and he swiftly slipped inside her mouth, his tongue found hers and they danced together as they panted into one another. His hand continued to pull her close while hers gripped his henley tightly in her hands. His hands moved to grip her thighs and pulled her forward, he lifted her and carried her to their bed, their lips remained together as he sat against the headboard with his lover in his lap.

He parted form her shortly for a breath before sucking harshly at her jaw while she panted in his ear. He found her sweet spot and lightly bit down

“Niklaus” she uttered in a breathy moan and his actions halted. He lifted his head up and looked down at her with slightly narrowed eyes

“klaus?” she whispered confused at his discontinuing

“that’s not what you called me” her brows pulled together as she tilted her head

“i did…”

“no, what’s my name love?”

“klaus”

“is it?” his breath fanned over her face and she realised her mistake

“Niklaus..” she mumbled

“that’s right” he hummed and pressed a hard forceful kiss to her lips, tongue instantly pushed inside and he vamp sped them round so she was lead flat on the bed with him hovering over her, one hand had a grip on her throat while the other tore the shirt from her body making her gasp into him. He left her bra intact before undoing her pants and dragging them off her legs leaving her in just her underwear. She moaned into his mouth as he dipped his fingers under her waistband and traced her pulsing clit.

“so wet so soon love. what has you so excited?” she bucked her hips to his hand and gave a little whimper. He chuckled and moved down between her legs to pull her panties off of her. She instantly spread her thighs letting him view her needy heat. He leaned down and blew lightly over her. The cool air tickled her button and a whine echoed through the room.

“i don’t know y/n doesn’t seem like you really need my mouth with how soaked you are just by yourself” she blushed as he crawled back up her body and played with the material of her bra. He kissed the swell of her breasts while looking up at her through hooded eyes

“what do you need sweetheart?” he asked while undoing the straps of her remaining item

“you” she replied arching into him

“yes that much is clear but which bit of me?” she gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth and flicked it softly

“you’re cock Klaus, i need it” she moaned while he swapped to the other side, his fingers continuing his work by rolling the hardened bud

“klaus” she whimpered as he sucked harsher. In a response he lightly bit the sensitive peak making her yelp

“i thought we had discovered you don’t call me that anymore” she nodded hesitantly as he removed his shirt

“niklaus.” she stated watched as he smiled and pecked her stomach

“well done love” he hummed as he threw his jeans and boxers across the room

“what’re we thinking today hm?” y/n’s face lit up and she sat up quickly before scrambling over to him to push him down

“wanna ride you..niklaus” she said quietly, his face held amusement as he let her straddle him and rested his hands on her hips

“careful sweetheart” he mumbled when she lowered herself down onto him. Her eyes watched as he disappear inside him, he watched as her lips parted and her pupils grew while she stretched around him. Her walls fluttered around him as she got more comfortable

He thrust up a little further into her to see if she was ready, she then slowly lifted herself before bouncing steadily on his cock

“there you go, i wish you could see how pretty you look right now love” he told her while guiding her hips, constant mewls and sweet little moans escaped her soft lips as she gained a slightly quicker pace. He lent his head back and watched her breasts jump with her actions. His cock twitched inside her as he hit into her spongey spot making her cry a moan and her head lulled forward

“getting tired love?” he asked as he felt her falter in her movements

“just…a little” she muttered as her legs began to ache, he shifted his hands so they held the back of her thighs and gently pulled her off of him making her whine at the loss and him suck in a breath as the cool air hit him. He lead her back down with her legs laid out before sliding back inside and instantly thrusting deep inside her. She gasped and reached out to dig her nails into his back muscles

“niklaus” she breathed and he went faster in response. Her walls started contacting around him more frequently and he rested his head in her neck and swiped his tongue across her skin as she cried out for him

“harder niklaus” she murmured and he complied happily. His hips snapped to hers repeatedly, he knocked her precious spot over and over, groaning against her throat and holding his own orgasm back.

“cmon sweetheart, nearly there” he mused as he fucked into her at an inhuman pace, and she dug her nails into his back. His hand traveled between them and felt her slick, he grunted into her and his other hand guided her left leg to wrap around his waist allowing him impossibly deep while the pads of his fingers pressed down on her swollen clit. Another loud girly moan sounded against the walls and her hips bucked to meet his rough movements. He let his thumb rub circles vigorously on her sensitive sphere while he listened to her near screams. He felt her clamp around him tight making him throb at his need for release

“gonna come for me y/n? going to squeeze me love?” the bed smacked against the wall as she called him name and her walls tensed and she milked his cock as he spilled deep inside her.

His body collapsed on top of hers as he panted by her ear, his hot breath reaching her neck where multiple hickeys clustered together

“do i get anything i want if i call you Nikaus?” she asked and he huffed a laugh

“absolutely not, i dread to think of what demands you would come up with”

“i would never”

“we’ll see”

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~Series♡~

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18+

Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst

~Warmth

Part One {5k} ♡♡♡ --- It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."

Part Two {6k} ♡♡ --- Its day two of your unexpected honeymoon, as trust begins to blossom, the question lingers—will he exceed your expectations or leave you longing for more?

Part Three {8k} ♡♡♡ --- Back in the vibrant streets of New Orleans, relishing in your newfound freedom. Life takes an unexpected turn as the shadows of your past life loom large, pulling you back into the life you just escaped. Yet, amidst the haunting echoes, you find strength in a partner who is ready to go to any lengths for you.

~Extraordinary

Part One {5k} ♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys.

Part Two {7k} ♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round two.

Part Three {8.5k} {Holiday Special} ♡♡♡ --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round three & under the mistletoe.

~Indulgences

Part One {3k} ♡♡ --- Elijah's red door is cracked open and his heart broken, so naturally Klaus takes him to a strip club to cheer him up.

Part Two {3.5k} ♡♡ --- Elijah returns to the club, seeking solace in the dimly lit corners. You navigate the allure of his wealth and charm while trapped in the grip of your possessive boyfriend.

Part Three {5.5k} ♡♡♡ --- As your relationship with Elijah deepens, conflict arises and you are put in an impossible situation.

Part Four {7k} ♡♡♡ --- In the aftermath of violence, you forge new connections and leave behind all the pain that has plagued you for so long.

~Pop Quiz

Part One {7k} ♡♡ --- How can you possibly pay attention in history class when your professor is that hot? Let's hope you don't fail your exam...

Part Two {9.5k} ♡♡♡ --- Its been a few weeks since you last saw your professor, and you are feeling insecure about the nature of your relationship. You decide to make a grand gesture to capture his attention. Hopefully it doesn't blow up in your face...

~Mine

Part One {5k} ♡ --- A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after.

Part Two {5k} ♡♡♡ --- Rebekah talks some sense into you and you aim to repair your relationship with Elijah.

~Crimson Frost

Part One {6k} ♡♡♡ --- You are to be wed to Niklaus of the Mikaelson clan, but when tragedy strikes and blood is shed in the snowy night, the true strength of family bonds and the power of love are put to the ultimate test.

Part Two {5.5k} ♡♡ --- After the raid on your village you are separated from your little sister and your betrothed Niklaus, not knowing if they are alive or dead. Holed up in a hut with Elijah during a raging snowstorm, you train and prepare to hunt down the Blackthornes. Meanwhile, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah have found safe haven in a nearby village, the leader Ansel provides all he can.

Part Three {6k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Things heat up between you and Elijah as you prepare to rescue Gerda and Henrik. In the pursuit of your sister things get bloody and an unexpected warrior comes to your aid.

Part Four {5.5k} ♡♡♡ --- Your reunion with Nikaus and Elijah doesn't go as planned and betrayals are revealed. Threatening the peace and safety you fought so hard for.

Part Five {8.5k} ♡♡♡ --- As you prepare for your wedding, secrets come to the surface and your future hangs in the balance.

~Rules

Part One {2k} ♡♡ --- As the little sister of the Salvatores, trouble always finds you. Whether it's from a vampire, werewolf or an original, you are always at the center of it. When the mysterious villain Elijah comes to Mystic Falls, everyone is trying to stop him from hurting Elena. But you? You might be falling in love...

Part Two {4k} ♡♡ --- Its a beautiful day in Mystic Falls, so you decide to put on your favorite dress and grab a drink. Hoping to attract a man {or two} to satisfy your appetites.

Part Three {6k} ♡♡♡ --- You head over to Elijah's place, ready to have a fun night together. But when you don't mind your manners, you end up paying the price.

Part Four {6.4k} ♡♡ --- Tonight is the night of the dinner party and tensions are running high. Caught between the love for your family and your own desires, things take a dramatic turn

Part Five {10.7k} ♡♡♡♡ --- It was never a good idea, falling in love with the enemy. But how were you supposed to know how it would all end up?

~The Gardener

Part One {2k} ♡♡♡ --- The relationship between witches and vampires has always been fraught with complexity— a toxic mix of power and revenge. Raised to preserve nature’s balance, you’ve been taught that vampires are a perversion of life itself. You have a duty and a purpose, to eliminate all vampires. You're willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill it, even if that means falling into bed with the enemy.

Part Two {2k} ♡♡♡ --- Your mission to seduce Elijah continues, and it's becoming harder and harder to separate your feelings for him from your duty. Your ancestors call out to you, warning of death and destruction, and tensions within the coven are high. Your time is running out, and you have to find the white oak ash, and soon.

Part Three {2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- You have fallen into a comfortable routine with Elijah, but the threat of war looms on the horizon. Will you betray him or will you follow your heart?

Part Four {2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Things come to a head when you decide to confront the Mikaelsons, before your magic consumes you.

~Dark Star

Part One {6.8k} ♡♡ --- Bound by love that defies centuries, Elijah Mikaelson will do whatever it takes to resurrect his lost wife. Even if it means forsaking everything he believes in. Once the north star guiding his family, his shattered heart now leads him down a darker path, transforming him into a version beyond redemption. A damned soul, drawing his family into an abyss they may never escape.

Part Two {8.2k} ♡♡♡ --- In a 13th-century convent, you’re drawn to the mysterious nobleman Elijah Mikaelson, who stirs desires forbidden in both heart and faith. In the present day, the Mikaelson family teeters on the edge, torn over what to do with Elijah, now trapped in torment by Klaus’s dagger. Haunted by memories of love and loss, Elijah relives the past, and his siblings face a grim choice: leave him in despair or risk the havoc he might unleash.

Part Three {6.8k} ♡♡♡ --- Klaus and Marcel hit a dead end searching for your killer. Until Cami offers a fresh perspective that could change everything. Kol uncovers a spell that might resurrect you, but the cost is steep. And centuries ago, under starlit skies, you surrender to a forbidden night with Elijah, binding your fate to his in ways that transcend time.

Part Four {6.8k} ♡♡♡ --- In the present day, Cami takes matters into her own hands by going to the police, urging detectives to search for your killer. Meanwhile, Rebekah and Kol return to Mystic Falls to seek Bonnie Bennett’s help...and run into an old friend. In the past, your church has a watchful eye on your every move as fear of demons brew among the villagers, risking your exposure and ruin.

Part Five {8.3k} ♡♡♡ --- Elijah’s obsession with resurrecting you drives his family deeper into darkness, where alliances fray and unexpected lives are lost as Bonnie Bennett becomes their reluctant pawn. In the 13th century, love turns to betrayal as your forbidden bond with Elijah transforms under the weight of sin, faith, and the cruelty of vengeance.

Part Six {8.4k} ♡♡♡ --- A tense family dinner reveals the fractures in the Mikaelson bond as Elijah’s madness pushes his siblings to the breaking point. In the 13th century, you wake up with a new hunger, your transformation into a vampire marking the beginning of a new and prosperous life. Setting up everything that is to come.

Moonlight {60k} ♡♡♡♡

--- 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?

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Shadow and Sin: Chapter 8

Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having just recently moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers and don't find out who they are until it's too late.

This Chapter: Elijah gets answers about the attack while Klaus confronts you about playing hot and cold.

Warnings: Sexual References, Love Triangle, Infidelity (kind of), Lying, Manipulating, Love Bombing, Stalking, Alcohol, Face-Grabbing, Violence

Word Count: 2.6k+

Read the rest of the story HERE

Niklaus had always been cruel, ruthless and rash; often leaping before he looked, especially when it came to his own aspirations for accumulating power. Elijah had reluctantly grown accustomed to it over the centuries, always expecting a certain medieval level of mayhem, but being careless enough to put your life at risk was something he couldn’t allow to happen again. He knew that if he wanted answers and solutions, he had to approach his brother with caution, careful not to tip his hand too much toward his hidden truth.

“You know, I was beginning to worry when I didn’t hear you come in last night.” Niklaus feigns a tone of concern as he hears his brother’s footsteps echo against the walls of the courtyard, keeping his back to him as he pours two glasses of whiskey from the decanter. “I wonder what could have kept you burning that midnight oil for so long.”

Oh god, he knows… but maybe not.

“If you must know, I was busy cleaning up one of your messes in the quarter.” Elijah unbuttons his suit jacket as he approaches his brother from behind, trying to sound more annoyed than worried.

If he lets slip, even for a second, that he might have the inkling of a paramour, Niklaus would surely make it his business to find you and rip you to shreds right in front of him. He’s done it dozens of times to Rebekah’s lovers over the centuries, and to the very few women that Elijah has chosen to love by the light of day. The curse of his brother’s rage has bound Elijah to a life of secrecy when it comes to his romantic endeavors, dwindling them down to very few candidates and then eventually… to nothing.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be a little more specific than that.” Niklaus turns around and hands him one of the glasses, a cunning smirk curling at his lips. “Getting the vampires of the city to clean up the streets after Marcel’s reign has turned into quite the tedious endeavor.”

“Niklaus, I do hope that you show a little more decorum when trying to control the human faction and their justice system in the future.” He quickly takes the glass from him and looks into his brother’s eyes, searching for any hint of remorse while finding none. “The whole point of intimidation is to keep them alive and… intimidated. The last thing we need is to draw attention from the authorities to a dead lawyer and his companion. He isn’t just some idle tourist.”

“Well, it’s hardly my fault that he wasn’t willing to comply with our long standing agreement, now is it?” He takes a sip of his whiskey and leans back against the bar, wondering why his brother is so bent out of shape over some measly lawyer’s life. He could easily be replaced by the next zombie in a suit to graduate from Tulane University, or anywhere else, really. “I simply told Isaac to make him forget my name and his curiosity about our family. Who am I to micromanage his methods of ensuring that result?”

So he DID give the order.

“So you condone this behavior in Marcel’s… in your new lackeys?” Elijah takes a breath, pointing a finger at him while the others grip his glass. “Compliance at any cost?”

“Why? Did the poor, insufferable attorney meet an unfortunate end?” Niklaus grins so wide that it wrinkles the skin around his ice cold eyes, making him look more mad than ever.

“Not quite. If I hadn’t intervened, he and the girl may very well have.” He takes a slow sip, waiting to see how his brother will react to the news of an innocent bystander getting in the way.

“Oh Elijah, always the hero, aren’t we?” Niklaus downs the rest of his drink and slams it loudly onto the bar, those chilling eyes now fixated on his brother’s expression. “What girl?”

Elijah utters a low growl of irritation to disguise just how grateful he is for the obvious confirmation that Austin was his only intended target. Niklaus appears not to have any idea that you’d be with him when he ordered the attack, the truth written plain as day across his face.

At least there’s that.

“It doesn’t matter.” He lies with a clench of his jaw, forcing himself to take another sip of the whiskey in an attempt to hide his face from his sibling. “I compelled them both to make sure they won’t be a problem in the future.” He hopes his embellishment is simple enough, even if the truth only applies to him grabbing hold of your brother and telling him to run home as fast as he could. “To keep our alliance with that faction strong.”

“Oh? And what of dear Isaac and good ole ‘what’s his name’? Is that their blood that’s ruined your precious Versace suit, brother?” He looks him over and grabs onto Elijah’s sleeve, noticing how completely stained it is with blood before bringing it up for both of them to see. “You fed someone?”

Memories of last night push themselves ahead of Elijah’s need for self preservation, the image of your face in his hands, illuminated by precious moonlight lingering in his imagination as Niklaus’ grip tightens around his wrist. He hadn’t anticipated things to escalate so quickly with you, but there was dried blood in your hair that needed washing, and only he could be sure to get all of it out for you.

How could he have known that you would offer to wash the blood off his body in return, inviting him into the warm mist of the shower along with you? How could he have predicted how perfect you’d feel in his arms, the euphoric sensation of your bare skin beneath his fingertips or your heart beating wildly against his? Water had never felt so good as it washed all the blood off your bodies, merging you two together in a blissful baptism of blood and sweat before it all washed away in a chorus of muffled moans. He never thought you’d open up to him so quickly, letting him rest beside you in your bed once you were both cleansed of the night’s horrors, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Who was it?” Niklaus brings Elijah’s wrist closer to his face, nostrils flaring as he inhales the unique scent that you’d left on his sleeve as you fed, his pupils dilating before his irises glow a bright, infernal yellow.

He has to bury that thought, quickly.

“I ripped the hearts from your inept henchmen’s chests before they nearly killed the girl.” Elijah rips his arm from his brother’s grasp, his eyes narrowing as that fiery hue leaves the hybrid’s gaze. “I suggest you reel the rest of them in before things get too messy and we have to flee the city once more.”

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The next few days were a hazy blur for you, trying to get ahold of your brother only to find out that you’d shattered the screen on your phone into a hundred pieces during the attack in the alley. You decided that you’d go and check on him after your slew of shifts at the hospital, counting down the hours as they passed while your patients slept surprisingly peacefully in their rooms.

After making your midnight rounds, you notice a new piece of artwork hanging at the end of the hall, the abstract painting bringing back all those deliciously heated feelings you have buried deep inside you reserved especially for Klaus. You approach it slowly, thinking that you might have lost your mind from all the trauma and sleep deprivation, but no, you’re sure of it; it’s definitely the painting that you and Klaus did together.

“You haven’t been returning my calls.” That sweet melody of his accent tightens the muscles in your abdomen, reminding you of the ache he once caused between your thighs. “If I were a weaker man, I might take offense to something like that, but luckily for you I’m very secure in my manhood.” His smile is laced with venom as he confidently takes the corner toward you.

“Klaus.” His name feels like a curse on your tongue as he catches you by surprise, that slow smirk spreading across his sinfully handsome face. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.” He postures with his arms spread wide, his wingspan more than impressive. “I’m delighted to see you.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but my phone literally shattered to pieces the other day, and I just haven’t had time to go get it fixed.” You pull it out of your pocket to show him, knowing that he’d want physical proof. “And I’m at work, you can’t just… show up randomly and hang our painting for everyone here to see!” You lower your voice and look around the unit, realizing that there’s no one else around to hear you.

“Oh, I assure you, I can. I had hoped that you’d come by to see it in person, maybe even paint another one with me, but I understand that you’re busy with this little hobby of yours. This way you can always see our masterpiece and think of our time together, even when you’re here fighting the good fight against the inevitable clutches of death.” He smugly glances over at the crash cart before taking the stethoscope off your neck and putting it into his ears, pressing the bell against your chest. “My, your heart is racing!”

“Give me that!” You rip it off him, hurriedly placing it back onto your shoulders. “And that’s not fair. I wanted to come back, I was going to come and see it… eventually.”

How can you tell him that you’ve spent the last few nights with Elijah stroking your hair until you fall asleep? That a vampire who rips hearts out of people’s chests is able to make you feel safe and cared for?

“Eventually? Well, why the delay, love? Was it something I said? Something I did?” He smirks with a tilt of his head, his voice salacious and low. “After a night like that, I thought you’d be begging for more.”

“My brother and I,” you start shakily, “We were attacked a few nights ago, and I’m still a bit shaken up about it. So I’ve been picking up extra shifts here to stay out of trouble.”

“Attacked?” He exaggerates his feigned surprise with a raise of his eyebrow as he starts stepping toward you. “You and your brother, is it?” His tone lightens as he recognizes your familial bond with the man he ordered his men to silence, relieved that it isn't a romantic one.

“Yes.” Your legs instinctively move backwards in a mirrored motion with each stride that he takes, the heat between you building more than ever. “That’s what I said.”

“Attacked by what, exactly?” He pries further with that velvety voice of his. “A witch? A werewolf? A vampire?” He continues to advance on you, only stopping as your back hits the wall, forcing a tiny gasp out of you.

“A vampire,” you whisper, looking up into his darkening eyes as you feel his hand on your hip, pushing you against the wall a little too roughly. “You knew they were real this whole time, didn’t you?”

“Knew about them?” He smirks, seeming completely unphased by the conversation. “Love, I am one of them, have been for over a thousand years now.”

“A thousand years?” You ask, trying to ignore the stirring heat that burns bright inside your core. You wish that the time you’d spent with Elijah could wash away the feelings you have for Klaus, that his heroic actions would cancel out the obsessive pull you feel whenever you draw the same breath as him. But you can’t fight it, no matter how hard you try, and you absolutely hate yourself for it. You welcome the idea of blaming your desire for him on his supernatural powers of seduction, but part of you is afraid that it’s something more, something deeper than that. “But I’ve seen you in the daytime, I’ve watched you drink alcohol and coffee. I’ve seen your reflection in the mirror before.”

“I know it’s a hard pill to swallow, sweetheart, that you’ve been trying to convince yourself that the stories couldn’t possibly be true, but it happens to everyone before the veil is finally lifted. I knew you’d be able to handle it better than anyone else, and I can see that you’ve finally surrendered yourself over to it. So why don’t you tell me more about what happened that night? About what convinced you to embrace the truth?”

Damn, he’s good.

“We were attacked by two vampires after dinner and drinks.” It sounds so stupid when you say it out loud, but after everything you’ve seen, you can’t deny it anymore. Klaus may be bold and out of line, but he’s right. You’re done fighting your logical subconscious over what folklore can easily explain. “One of them bit me.”

“Mmmm, really?” He hums a tune of concern, grabbing onto your neck with his free hand and cautiously looking you over. “That’s funny, I don’t see any bruises or marks.”

“Another vampire came in and saved us, he gave me his blood.” You try to keep your story simple, careful not to use Elijah’s name or seem too familiar with him, lest you get found out. “He said it would heal me.”

“Did he, now?” His lips seem to take on that hypnotic quality as his voice drops down to a dangerous whisper, tempting you to lean in and kiss him. “And how did that make you feel, hmmm? Swallowing another man’s blood as it dripped down that throat of yours?”

“I was dying in an alleyway, Klaus.” You cut him off sharply, letting your anger finally break the spell of his seduction. “Where the fuck were you?” You attempt to push him off you with a huff before he grabs onto your wrists, quickly pinning them above your head with one hand.

“You don’t think I wanted to be there?! If I had known that you were in danger?” He raises his voice, despite his close proximity. “You don’t think that I would have protected you at any cost? I’m here now to make sure you’re alright!”

“Yeah, because you’ve been doing such a stellar job of protecting me so far.” You roll your eyes as you try to break out of his grasp, failing miserably as he slams your wrists back harder against the wall. He looks at you as if he knows it will only excite you more, his scent surrounding you completely as his hips dig into your belly, triggering your hormones into overdrive.

“You think that I’m here just for some frivolous tryst?” His full lips desperately ghost over yours, wiping away all thoughts of Elijah entirely. “That I share my secrets of immortality to just anyone? I mean to protect you, to guide you, to please you. I want to embrace all the darkest parts of yourself that you haven’t even discovered yet, to spend an eternity painting portraits of you throughout the ages, your cheeks freshly red from the dozens of orgasms I’ve just given you as you lay in sheets of rich opulence.” He cups your cheek, his hand nearly trembling as his eyes finally glisten with remorse. “Please, just let me prove it to you, and then my brother won’t have to save you next time.”

Your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach. “Your brother?”

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Hiiiii desire daddyyy Hiiii Niklausss my bbggggg (stares at him like this):

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Someday | E.M.

Title: Someday

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: A girl and an original, sounds like a fantasy, but nothing is impossible when it comes to love.

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I posted a fic, so hopefully this is half as decent as I hope it is and you guys like it

The story of a girl and her vampire: if any outsider were to hear the story, it would sound crazy, almost like some sort of fantasy.

Shutting the door of the taxi, you stepped out into the cobblestone streets and took a deep breath. 

“Finally.” You thought, having achieved your lifelong dream of moving to New Orleans. 

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you searched for the address of the place you’d be staying at. 

–

“And here is your room.” Cami, a friend from high school who’d you be staying with gestured to the guest room next to her own room.

“Thanks Cami. You’re the best!” You smiled, proceeding to give the girl a hug, “I promise I’ll move out the minute I find a more affordable apartment.” 

She laughed, “Nonsense, stay here as long as you like. Anyway, I have to go back to my shift at the bar now but when I close up, we can definitely go out for dinner.” 

“Sounds great! I can also help out at the bar if you want.” You offered. 

“Stop.” The blonde grinned, “You are my guest and you will do no such thing. Now go and unpack.”

“Fine. Fine.” You gave in with a playful eye roll.

–

“Does this place do deliveries? I don’t think I want to eat anywhere else ever again.” You took a sip of water making Cami laugh.

“I’m pretty sure they do.” She said as the waiter dropped off the bill.

While Cami was searching for her wallet in her bag, you pulled out some cash and hurriedly gave it to the waiter, “Take it before she finds hers.” 

Realizing what had just happened, Cami gave you a pointed look, “Y/N.” 

“Cami.” You mirrored her tone, giving her the same look, “It’s on me, I swear.”

“But-” She tried to protest. 

“Shh.” You interrupted, “You’re already practically giving me a place to stay, provided that I pay for my share for the water and electricity bills. Ever since I have arrived, you have been nothing but incredibly generous to me. Let me do this.” 

“Fine.” Cami gave in with a roll of her eyes, “But when you go to the bar, drinks are on me.” 

This made you smile, “Now who am I to turn down free drinks?” 

–

“Who are the Mikaelsons?” You asked after Cami had told you that you should come along to a party they were hosting that night. 

“They’re the most influential family in Orleans.” She said, ruffling through her closet in search of something to wear, “The Mikaelsons are practically like royalty.” 

You raised a brow in question, “So, they’re pretentious?”

“Not all of them.” Cami smiled, “Klaus is a little though, but the rest of them aren’t so.” 

Laughing, you said, “Can’t wait to meet them. I don’t have a dress though.” 

“There’s a boutique down the corner.” Cami said, “When can go take a look there if you want.” 

–

Cami sure wasn’t joking when she said that the Mikaelsons were like royalty. 

The compound you and Cami had just walked into was majestic and almost mansion-like. The lights that decorated the walls just seemed to make the place even bigger. 

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Cami said, noticing how awestruck and speechless you were.  

“First thought that came into my mind was ‘you’re joking’. But, after seeing this, I think it's not entirely impossible.” You said.

“Camille! Glad to see you could make it.” A deep and husky voice boomed from the corridor as the owner approached the two of you.

“Klaus.” Your friend smiled, “Nice to see you too.” 

“I see you’ve also brought a friend.” The man, or rather Klaus, mused before turning to you, “I’m sure that I’ve already been introduced by my entrance, so, may I know your name?” 

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled. 

“Niklaus.” A man in a suit came up next to Klaus, almost appearing out of thin air, “Are you causing someone an inconvenience again?”  

Klaus dramatically gasped, now turning his attention to the man next to him, “I’m offended at how you think I bother everyone.” 

“That seems to be the case, sometimes.” The man nods to Cami, “Camille.” 

He then turns to you, a small smile growing on his handsome face while he reaches for your hand and brushes his lips against your knuckles, “And may I be able to put a name to that beautiful face?” 

Giggling, you could feel the butterflies starting to stir, “I’m Y/N and you are?” 

“Elijah.” He answered.

“So, Y/N. May I have this dance?” Elijah asked, offering a hand to you.

Glancing over at Cami, she gave a nod along with a subtle wink.

“I would love to.” You grinned, taking his hand and he led you away from your friend.

That was where it all started, with two lonely hearts beating in the dark.

–

“Your company has been the best I’ve had in a while.” Elijah smiled as the two of you stopped in front of Cami’s house. Cami had disappeared with Klaus leaving you to fend for yourself.

“Glad to have been of service then.” You laughed.

“Hopefully, this isn’t the last time I’ll be catching any sight of your captivating presence.” He said. 

“I assure you, Elijah, you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.” You smiled.

The gentleman smiled as well, kissing along your knuckles the same way when you had first met earlier, “I’ll be counting on that.” 

–

“I’m home!” It’s been a month since your arrival to New Orleans, finally having signed a lease for your own apartment, the only downside was the fact that you couldn’t move there for another month.

“So, how was your date?” Cami came into the living room as you were kicking off your shoes. 

Rolling your eyes at her teasing, you retorted, “Cami, how many times do I have to tell you that it's’ not a date. Elijah and I just went to watch theater like friends do.”

“Yeah, friends do go to the theater but even a blind person could see how you and Elijah are a far cry from friends.” She said. 

You went to the kitchen to get some water, “Touche, I can literally say the same about you and Klaus.” 

Cami was immediately on your trail, “Klaus and I acknowledge our feelings. You and Elijah don’t. It seems like both of you have this intense fear of rejection. To be honest, the two of you would be a pretty amazing couple.” 

“Is my crush on him that obvious?” You asked, leaning against the door of the fridge.

“Even someone who doesn’t believe in the concept of love could see it.” She confirmed, throwing a teasing smile.

“Oh my-” You groaned, “Then this means that he knows as well.” 

Although Cami had been successful at holding back a laugh, a grin still appeared on her face as she fondly shook her head as a mother would, “You and him are the only people oblivious to each other’s feelings.” 

“Whatever.” You felt the heat starting to take over your face, “I’m going out, we’re out of milk.” 

“In the middle of the night?” Cami asked.

You started putting your shoes on, “No better time.” 

–

For the past half hour, you couldn’t stop thinking about what your friend had said, could Elijah possibly bear the same feelings for you?

Strangely, the city sounds and the gravel crunching under your feet didn’t distract you at all. But you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling you had, almost like your gut was telling you that something is…eerie. 

You could’ve sworn that someone had to be walking behind you but when you turned around, there was nothing but a gust of wind rattling the leaves.

Brushing it off as a figment of your imagination and the fact that it was almost midnight, you started on the way back home, how on earth did you think that a store would sell you some milk at this hour?

In an attempt to get rid of the chill that was running through your whole body, you tucked your hands into the pockets of your coat. 

Then, under a split second, you were suddenly thrown against the wall - feeling a bit dizzy from the impact. 

You kicked and tried to scratch the person but then the man holding you captive, grinned and flashed his fangs.

At first, you thought that you had gone mad. It was practically impossible for vampires to exist. Then the man’s eyes started to darken and the veins on his face became prominent as he said, “Guess I’m getting some dessert after all.” 

Nothing prepared you for this moment, in school, they never exactly taught what to do in case you run across a vampire (who also happened to not actually exist in the first place).

As the sharp points of the fangs inched closer, you braced yourself for the worst, hoping that you would jolt awake in your bed and find out that this entire thing was just some nightmare. 

The grip on your throat suddenly loosened as the man in front of you limply dropped to the ground.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” The husky voice of your savior pulled you out of your shock.

“Elijah?” If you thought that the prospect of vampires being real was enough of a surprise for a lifetime, wait till you are met with Elijah Mikaelson, seemingly wiping blood off his hands as a real heart lay discarded at his side while he asked if you were okay.

“Do you want me to walk you back to Cami’s?” He asked. 

“Did you just…” You started feeling dizzy, feeling completely overwhelmed with everything to be processed in the last few minutes, “pull his heart out?”

He was rendered speechless, not actually expecting that you would ask this. After a moment of silence, he answered cautiously, “Yes.” 

“H-how?” You asked, not really sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Elijah looked defeated as he offered a small smile, “Let me walk you back to Cami’s and I’ll explain everything once we get there.” 

In an attempt to lighten some of the tension, you asked, “Promise you won’t bite?” 

Elijah laughed, “Promise.” 

–

It’s been two weeks since you were told of the grand secret of New Orleans: that werewolves, witches and vampires not only roamed the streets but were also practically like royalty and the Mikaelsons happened to be called the “Originals” which are the very first vampires ever.

It’s also been two weeks since you had last seen Elijah Mikaelson. 

After doing everything, even dropping by the compound in desperate hopes that you would actually see him - it was almost like he was avoiding you.

Okay, he was actually avoiding you.

“Hello ‘Bekah.” You grinned as the blonde greeted you with a kiss to the cheek, ‘as the French do’. 

“This is exciting! We haven’t gone shopping in ages.” She asked with a mirroring smile, looping her arm around yours almost dragging you to the shopping center. 

–

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you and Elijah have a fight or something?” Rebekah asked out of the blue while browsing the dresses. 

“No. Why?” You replied.

“The two of you just seem so awfully distant lately.” She said, “And Elijah’s been in some kind of somber mood, he practically just shuts himself in his room all day. It’s Klaus who normally does that.” 

“He’s been avoiding me for two weeks, ever since the incident with a vampire.” You said. 

She raised a brow in question, “What incident?” 

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You then recounted how you discovered the secret that lies beneath the streets of New Orleans.

–

Taking a deep breath, your fist hung an inch away from the door to Elijah’s room. After telling Rebekah the whole story, she pestered (and almost dragged) you to go to Elijah and talk it out.

You were about to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Elijah Mikaelson stood there, in a white shirt and pyjama pants, looking very much surprised. 

“Y-Y/N? What’re you doing here?” He asked once he had finally come around. 

“I’m worried.” You admitted, “You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks. I had no idea if something had happened to you or if you were mad at me or something. 

“I’m a vampire, an Original vampire, for goodness sake.” Elijah said, “I’m a monster, Y/N/N, I could hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“‘Lijah, what’re you talking about? You’re anything but a monster. You’re literally the sweetest person I know.” You protested. 

“Aren’t you terrified by the prospect that I was transformed into a creature that feeds off of blood? A creature that nearly killed you?” 

“I’m not and you wanna know why? Because I know the real you and you’re far from just a vampire.” 

“But-” Before he could utter another word you suddenly pressed your lips to his, effectively shutting him up.

“That was.” Elijah grinned as he found it difficult to find the words to describe just how perfect it was. 

You giggled, looping your arms around his neck, “If you’re going to pick back up on your monologue, I’m seriously kicking you.” 

The vampire chuckled, “I can’t seem to recall what the topic was anymore.” before pulling you in for another kiss.

–

The sun was shining, the air was cool, and all the factions of New Orleans were at peace - nothing could seem more perfect.

Especially with your arm looped around Elijah’s. 

“It feels like eternity since I last saw this.” Elijah mused. 

“Saw what?” You asked. 

“This.” He emphasized, “Everything is at peace, almost as if we were in some sort of paradise.” 

Looking up at him with a smile, you said, “As long as I’m around you, everyday is paradise.”

The original chuckled, pecking a kiss to your cheek, “Now look who’s stealing my lines.” 

“What?” You feigned offence, “Would you rather someone else did?” 

“Never in a million years.” Elijah answered.

–

“Where is she? Bring me to her, this instance!” Elijah almost screamed as he bursted through the doors of the compound.

“Elijah, you need to calm down, she’s okay.” Rebekah said in an attempt to console her brother. 

“I saw her, Rebekah, I know she isn’t okay - it’s my fault, I need to see her.” Her older brother pleaded. 

“She’s in the guest room with Cami.” 

As soon as the blonde uttered these words, Elijah ran to the room in question, “Camille! How is she?”

Cami shushes him, “She’s okay Elijah, her injuries looked worse than they actually were, she’s just resting now.” 

The original breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down on the seat Cami had been occupying earlier while nursing you, “Thank you Cami, I’m sorry for what happened.” 

Cami gave him a reassuring smile, “It’s not your fault Elijah, none of us would’ve seen it coming.”

She then left the room, closing the door behind her to give you and Elijah some privacy.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here, go home, it’s too dangerous.” Elijah said the moment he saw you.

“I can’t Eli, I can’t stay home knowing  that all of you are out here.” You protested. 

“It’s too dangerous out here, you could get seriously hurt and I don’t want that.” He argued. 

Before you could argue any further, Elijah immediately vampire-sped you to a secluded part of the area, “Stay here and don’t come out unless you are in grave danger or I come to pick you up.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly pressed a kiss to lips, “Little advice, getting stabbed with the white oak stake, because that will surely get you killed.” 

Despite the ongoing battle, Elijah managed to smile, “I’ll take note of that then.”

–

Elijah would surely lecture you for this, that is if the both of you make it out of this alive. 

It feels like actual torture to just stand around and wait for the battle to be over, so naturally, you ignored what Eliah had tol you and set out to fight.

Setting aside the tragedy, the whole scenery almost looked like something out of a movie - the blood splattered everyday could’ve been enough to stage a couple of crime scenes, hearts lay discarded, almost indistinguishable figures moved in and out and fortunately, no one has noticed you.

That’s when you saw it, Lucien with the white oak stake in his hand, ready to stab an unsuspecting Elijah busy fighting another vampire. 

So, you did the natural thing and took the stake for him.

Elijah closed his eyes, he could still remember the way his senses told him that something was wrong a little too late, the way the blood soaked your shirt, your pained scream.

He was supposed to protect you, how could he let that happen?

“Elijah…” He suddenly heard the voice he so desperately wanted to hear. 

“Y/N/N,” Elijah stood up, stroking your hair, “How’re you feeling?” 

You smiled at him, “I’m feeling fine, shoulder’s just a bit sore.”

“I’m sorry,  I should’ve been able to protect you, I was supposed to keep you safe. How do I manage to kill every woman I love?” He said.

“It’s not your fault, you protected me, you literally had me hide in a safe place. I was the one who walked into the battlefield.” You insisted. 

A slight pout formed on Elijah’s lips, “But you still got hurt, you literally got stabbed. I should’ve just brought you back to the compound first.” 

“And let you get stabbed with the white oak stake? Not a chance.” You laughed. 

“But you got hurt.” 

“And you’re alive, would you rather it be the other way around?” 

“I don’t like it when you get hurt.” 

“I told you to avoid the white oak stakes.” 

You sighed, intertwining your hands, “Eli, I’m not a damsel in distress, I appreciate that you want to protect me but know that I can also protect you. It’s basically just give and take.” 

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve always protected everyone I loved.” He said.

“Then, me and your family will always be here to protect you.” You answered.

[elijahstwink]

Elijah x male reader, where mayber the reader tries to take charge if you know what I mean but elijah does something that makes him practically melt into him? Maybe a sir and choking kink if you feel up to it?

Yes, Sir.

Thank you for the requests sexy anons. Had a lot of fun writing this.

Warnings

Pure smut (duh), mxm, anal sex m! receiving, major dom/sub, a sickly amount of pet names, sir kink, bottom reader/top Elijah, no use of y/n, anal fingering m! receiving, choking, thigh riding, power exchange, clothed dom/naked sub, dirty talk, size kink, tons of praise.

You exit the ensuite and step into you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom. You’re fresh out the shower, a white towel wrapped snugly around your waist.

The room is dimly lit by the blazing fireplace, bringing warmth to the normally cold compound. It’s fully dark outside now, the street lights of New Orleans reflecting through the windows. You gasp as you notice your boyfriend sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing an immaculate navy suit and smiling at you with tired eyes.

“Come here, pretty boy.” Elijah murmurs, beckoning you with a single ringed finger. You didn’t know if he would be home tonight, he hasn't been around much recently due to a situation involving his brother Niklaus.

You oblige happily, walking towards him and standing between his legs. Elijah places a kiss to your bare stomach, looking up at you with his beautiful onyx eyes.

“Hey Eli.” You greet, running a hand through his previously gelled flat hair. He tilts into your touch, closing his eyes. He wraps one muscular arm around your frame, his free hand resting on your waist.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He gazes up at you lovingly, making you blush slightly. You love when Elijah gets soft like this, all cuddly and needy. It’s not a common occurrence, a side of him that he has admitted no one else has seen but you.

You stay like that for a while, scratching his scalp lightly while his hand slowly ventures down from your waist.

“Baby, can we just…” Elijah traces the outline of your cock under the towel, making you shiver slightly.

You’re thinking about getting on your knees and pleasuring this stunning man in front of you when an idea pops into your head. You want to be in charge for once, to dominate Elijah.

Of course you love being submissive, just like Elijah loves being dominant. You love the way he pins you under his large frame, whispering filthy praises into your ear while his thick cock drills into your squirming body, hitting every pleasurable spot inside you with every stroke. But recently you’ve been imagining different scenarios. Elijah whining as you ride him, begging you to let him cum… or just Elijah begging in general. Yeah, that’s hot.

“Beg.” You command him firmly, a striking contrast to your normal sweet, soft voice.

Elijah’s hand stills, no longer groping you through your towel. His face is still nuzzled against your belly, although his lips have stopped kissing your skin.

Without thinking twice, you stop brushing your fingers through his hair and instead grip the strands harshly, pulling his head back to look up at you. He hissed at the pain, giving you an amused look as he rests his hands behind him on the bed.

“You are acting as though you are in charge.” Elijah teases, tilting his head slightly and grinning at your annoyed face.

“I am in charge.” You mutter, crossing your arms and pouting. You then remember that pouting doesn’t seem particularly dominant so you replace it with a unbothered look. This causes Elijah to chuckle, thinking his baby looks so cute when trying to dominate him.

You are just regaining your confidence when Elijah suddenly stands up, his figure towering over you, your eyes level with his neck. You look up at him, blushing under the intensity of his lustful gaze.

“What did you want me to do sweet thing? I seem to have forgotten.” Elijah asks politely, his words dripping with amusement.

You take a deep breath, feeling your cock fatten, the towel doing nothing to conceal your arousal. “I-I want you to beg.” You say, mentally punching yourself for stuttering. This is not going how you wanted, but you can’t say you enjoy this any less.

Elijah smirks, taking a step into your space, your bodies pressed together. He looks unbothered by the situation. The hardness pressing into your lower belly however, tells a much different story. “Very well,” He replies calmly, a dangerous look in his eyes.

You gasp in surprise as Elijah grips your neck, walking you backwards until you feel the wall against your back. The cool metal of his daylight ring digs into your skin, his large hand almost wrapping completely around your throat. A wave of desire engulfs you, blood rushing to your groin as you moan, your eyes rolling back slightly. Elijah inhales sharply, admiring you as you practically melt into his hold, all signs of dominance leaving you. He’s never seen you react so intensely to something, get so turned on by something as simple as a hold on your neck.

Elijah lowers his lips to your ear, nibbling on the lobe before whispering, “Please baby, allow me to make up for the time I’ve been away?”. His free hand lowers to your towel, untucking the fabric and letting it drop to the floor. You whimper as your erection slaps wetly against your belly, red and swollen, leaking arousal from the tip. Elijah takes your prick in his hand, thumbing over your slit. You moan out as pleasure shoots up your spine, your cock completely covered by Elijah’s large fist.

“Hm?” Elijah looks at you, his hand squeezing slightly before relaxing on your neck. You’re shocked that Elijah has never choked you out before, seeing as you two are relatively kinky in bed. You can tell by the lust swimming through your boyfriends dark eyes that he’s thinking the same thing… choking will not be a one time occurrence.

“Have I left that pretty mouth speechless?” Elijah taunts, pulling you back to the present. He releases your cock and rubs his hand along your side instead, knowing the soft touch will help ground you.

“Yes. I mean no! But yes I want you to make up for lost time.” You agree to his request, so distracted by his grip on your throat. Suddenly remembering you have hands of your own, you start undoing his belt, pouting in annoyance as you fumble with the buckle. Elijah chuckles, grabbing both your wrists in his hand before tilting your head to look directly up at him.

“Yes what?” He growls. You moan, unable to understand how you possibly thought you could be dominant when Elijah is your partner. You part your lips, the words you know he wants to hear at the tip of your tongue.

“Yes, sir.” You squeak, playing into your role perfectly as you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. Elijah groans, pulling you by the neck to meet him in a messy kiss.

The kiss is rushed as teeth clash and tongues explore each other. You whine high in your throat when Elijah catches your tongue between his lips, sucking on the flesh softly and swirling his tongue along the tip, mimicking the way he pleasures your cock.

“My good boy,” Elijah murmurs against your lips as he start walking backwards, dragging you with him. “You can’t help but submit can you baby? Always trying to please me.” Elijah releases your neck and wrists as he drops down into the armchair by the fireplace. your lips detach as he tugs you into a straddling position on his thigh. You gasp as your neglected cock rubs against Elijah’s suit pants.

You waste no time, wrapping your arms around his neck and humping against his thigh. You bury your face in the space where his shoulder and neck meet, whining at the drag of fabric against your sensitive tip.

Elijah’s hands find your waist, slowing your frantic movements to long steady thrusts as you pant against the skin above his collar.

“Look at you, riding my thigh so well. You love being naked in my lap don’t you? I know you like making a mess of my suit.” Elijah coos.

He’s right. You love the dominant look of Elijah in his suit, the way he looks perfectly composed with you naked in his lap, pathetically rutting against him like a dog in heat.

“Love it, sir. Love you.” You say, although your words are muffled by Elijah’s skin, which is now covered in your spit as you’ve been practically slobbering all over him. You can feel the heat rising inside your gut, so turned on by the way Elijah effortlessly took control over you.

“I love you, little one. Such a good boy for me, yeah?” Elijah praises, releasing your hips and chuckling endearingly as you instantly speed up. He cradles the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

You release a soft ‘mhm’ at his words, your fast and uncoordinated humping slowing down as you become increasingly tired. Elijah notices this and smirks, bringing his free hand down on your ass cheek with a loud smack, keeping his hand on your reddening flesh. You yelp, your hips jerking before speeding up again as the mix of pain and pleasure rushes through your bones. Elijah’s fingers dig into your crack as he firmly grips your cheeks, and you’re certain purple finger marks will be there in the morning.

“Stop now baby,” Elijah commands softly, pulling your head back by your hair and placing a sweet kiss to your puffy lips that are glistening with spit. “Go get the lube for me”.

On shaky legs, you quickly head to the dresser and grab the bottle from the open drawer before heading back to the armchair. You stand in front of Elijah, who has now removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, and pass him the lube.

You're about to take your rightful spot on his lap again when you notice his leg that you were previously humping and you feel your cheeks heat up. Elijah’s navy pant leg is a darker shade, damp with your sweat. But what really makes you feel like your legs might give out is the whiteish stains of your precum, smeared over the entire length of the fabric.

“On my lap, facing away.” Elijah’s stern voice makes you jump. He looks so good right now. His black tie loose. His suit is messy and wrinkled, his muscles bulging slightly against his light blue shirt. His onyx eyes are staring at you with pure lust. His jaw is littered with stubble and his beautiful lips are parted and swollen from kissing. His previously neat and gelled hair is messy and spiky from your hands running through it. His legs are spread invitingly, his erection on display, straining against the confines of his pants.

You manage to tear your eyes from the gorgeous man and get into the position he commanded, straddling his legs backwards, your feet pressed against the back of the chair either side of Elijah’s hips. Luckily the armchair was wide enough that you could comfortably fit your legs either side of him, squished between the armrests and Elijah’s thighs. You arch your back, resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder and thanking your body for being so flexible.

Elijah kisses your shoulder, then your neck, sucking a bruise into the skin and making you moan. “So pretty,” Elijah mumbles, “My pretty boy.” He grabs your arms holding your wrists tightly.

“Yours.” You whimper. Elijah pushes against your back, forcing you down until your upper body is hanging upside down, your head brushing his shoes. You moan loudly as Elijah closes his legs, trapping your cock between his thighs. He’s holding your entire weight with one hand around your wrists, the slight ache in your shoulders being drowned out by the pleasure flowing through you.

“Fuck, Elijah.” You keen, feeling Elijah’s hand on your ass cheek. He brings his palm down sharply, sending a sting through you.

“That’s not what you call me is it brat?” Elijah scolds. You wail as he starts moving his thighs, causing delicious friction on your painful erection.

“Sorry, sir.” You pant, blood steadily rushing to your head from the angle. Elijah hums appreciatively. You hear the sound of a bottle cap opening before lube lands on your tailbone, running down your crack. You squeal at the coldness of the gel. Elijah shushes you softly, before running his fingers down, collecting the lube and spreading it around your hole.

“Sorry sweet thing. I only have one hand.” He coos, circling the tip of his finger around your pucker before slipping it past the ring of muscle, filling you with his entire finger before pulling back out and adding a second.

“Please, please.” You sob desperately trying to speed up the process, and feeling like you might explode if his thighs don’t stop moving.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you need.” Elijah says sweetly, scissoring his fingers before curling them. his fingertips press against your prostate, making your eyes roll back and your hips jerk.

“I’m gonna come sir, please!” You almost yell, feeling your balls tighten, your body preparing to shoot your seed.

Everything stops.

Elijah’s thighs spread again and his fingers vanish from your hole, his hand now rubbing up your back.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? Hopefully you’re stretched enough from last time.” Elijah speaks as though he’s talking about the weather, not that his boyfriend was about to cum all over him. You sob dryly, the rising boil of your climax now only simmering.

“S-sir.” You whisper, feeling light headed from being upside down. Elijah pulls you back up, releasing your arms and flipping you around to face him. He shushes you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your sweaty forehead while running a hand through your damp matted hair.

“It’s okay little one.” He whispers, “let’s get you on my cock, hm? Then you can cum as much as you want.” Elijah sits you upright, then brings his hands down to his belt, undoing his pants just enough to pull his hard member and heavy balls out from his underwear.

You pull his tie loose, letting it hang from his collar as you undo the buttons of his shirt, running your hands along his toned chest. You look down, whimpering at the thick cock below you, impressively long with his red tip leaking and a prominent vein running down the length of his shaft. Fuck, you want it so badly.

“I know you do baby.” Elijah laughs, coating himself with lube. You blush as you realise you said that out loud. Elijah helps position you above him, looking into your eyes as you slowly sink down into him. Elijah moans breathily, while a long whine leaves your lips. You stop halfway, getting used to his large cock stretching you out. You claw at his shoulders and drop your mouth into his, kissing him sloppily, overwhelmed with desire.

Elijah kisses back with his usual calm and confident composure, one hand cupping your cheek and the other gripping your waist. Elijah seems to decide that you’re taking too long to adjust, so he pulls you back from the kiss and places both hands on your hips. Knowing your limits and knowing you can take it, Elijah yanks you down the rest of the way until you’re fully seated on his lap and stuffed full of his cock.

The mix of surprise and pleasure from his action causes you to scream, quickly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and muffling your sounds into his neck. Elijah wraps his big arms around you, holding your shaking body tightly and whispering soothing praises in your ear. “Gosh, such a good boy for me. You feel so good my love.” He groans.

After a couple minutes of adjusting, you sit up and slowly start to swivel your hips. Elijah grabs your arse cheeks in each hand, squeezing the muscle before gliding one hand up your body. You gasp when his nail lightly scrapes against your sensitive nipple, trailing up your chest and wrapping around your neck.

Elijah applies delicious pressure to the sides of your throat, cutting off blood flow without hindering your breathing. The action makes you feel lightheaded in the best way, even more so when he begins lifting you up and down, enticing you to bounce on his cock.

You find a steady rhythm, feeling the curve of Elijah’s cock hitting your prostate perfectly with every drop of your hips. You know you won’t last long, the heat of your climax bubbling inside you once more as the smell of sweat and the sound of smacking skin fills the bedroom.

Elijah is breathing heavily, looking at you with an intense gaze of desire and adoration before lowering his eyes to your neglected cock, swinging up and down from your movements. His hand tightens around your neck, causing you to grab his forearm. Both your small hands are unable to wrap fully around him, instead you dig your nails into his skin for grip as your thighs start to burn, your pace slowing with exhaustion.

“I-I can’t- mmh fuck.” You whimper as Elijah thrusts his hips up to meet your own. He releases your neck as you stop bouncing, grinding your hips lazily as Elijah presses an open mouthed kiss to your parted lips.

“Is my boy getting tired?” Elijah murmurs against your lips, pulling back and chuckling at your fucked out look as you hum in agreement. “It’s alright sweetheart, wrap your arms around me.” Elijah comforts, smiling as you eagerly nuzzle your face into him, sucking at his prickly jaw. He lifts your body slightly, pressing your hard cock into his lower stomach as your arms encircle his neck.

He keeps one arm under your bum, holding your bruised cheek in his large hand while his other hand holds the back of your head, cradling it firmly against him.

You release a near scream as Elijah suddenly begins pounding up into you, his movements causing mind numbing friction to your sensitive cock that’s sandwiched between your bodies. You try to throw your head back, but Elijah’s strong hold keeps you firmly in place. Making you squeal as your eyes roll back with the control he has, practically fucking you stupid.

“Mmh that’s it,” Elijah moans, unbothered by your attempts at moving, knowing that you’d tell him if you wanted to stop. “Just needed me to take over, yeah?” He drawled, as his heavy cock fills you to the brim, his balls slapping against your ass with filthy slapping noises. You sob wetly into his skin, overwhelmed with pleasure as you leak more fluid from your tip.

“It’s so much..” you mumble, tears streaming down your face and pooling in his collarbones. “I know baby, and you’re taking it all.” Elijah praises, his thrusts becoming erratic as his cock throbs and twitches inside you, his tip battering your abused prostate over and over.

“Are you going to come for me?” Elijah asks huskily, “Make a mess as I fill your tight little hole with my seed?” You moan at his words that only push your impending climax closer.

“Yes, Sir!” You wail, feeling your balls tighten as your walls begin to squeeze his cock. Elijah thrusts with inhuman speed, making you scream into his neck as he pushes you over the edge.

A wave of ecstasy floods your body as your cock releases three heavy spurts of cum. Your walls contract uncontrollably, your body trying to milk the cock still pounding into you.

“That’s my boy, come on my cock- oh my.” Elijah lets out a guttural moan, his hips stilling against yours as his seed sprays against your prostate, causing you to jerk as he coats your inner walls white.

Heavy breathing and the crackling of the fireplace is all that’s heard, starkly contrasting the previous pornographic screams you were releasing. Elijah laughs as you breathe out an elongated ‘fuck’. Your body still shaking as Elijah pulls your head back by the hair and meets you for a lazy kiss.

“So, choking is a yes then?” Elijah questions against your lips, causing you to laugh, pulling back to look at him. You hiss as he pulls out, come dripping down your thighs and onto Elijah’s suit pants.

“Definitely.” You giggle, resting your head on his shoulder and gazing lovingly at him. He tilts his head back against the armchair, looking at the ceiling before a smirk graces his lips.

“And how was your dominating experience, my love?” Elijah teases, turning to look at your annoyed expression. You scoff, slapping his chest playfully and muttering ‘dick’. Elijah cackles, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and basking in the calmness of the warm and cozy evening.

Guys my size kink might be showing a bit… (please I thought this was so cool^)

Msg me to be on a tag list I’ll start one when I’ve got a couple people. And send requests !

- Dex

[madhatterbri]

Say It Again | E.M.

Summary: You confess to Elijah that you love him while you lay dying in his arms. You tell him once more when you come back to life.

Author's Note: What's Halloween without the Mikaelsons?

"Stay with me," Elijah urged as his fingers tapped against your cheek. You were sitting on his lap. Your eyelids were half closed. Your head felt heavy against his shoulder. Your vampire body tried to heal itself but werewolves bite was killing you. The injuries were the worst you ever had. Your worst fear coming to life. You were going to die.

"'lijah," you whispered. There was something you needed to tell him. He deserved to know. "I'm sorry,"

"Save your energy. Niklaus and the others will be here soon," he informed you. His eyes hopefully looked around wishing he knew where they were. His super hearing couldn't hear their footsteps. He cradled you closer to him. He loved you. This couldn't be your time.

"You were right," you gulped. The familiar taste of copper started to fill your mouth. You started to cough feeling like you were suffocating. Blood poured down the corner of your mouth. Darkness started to cloud your vision. "I love you,"

The sound of people cheering woke you up. You sat up quickly while checking the room. Nothing was out of place. It must have been the many festivals that New Orleans hosted. The room was unbearably hot.

Your eyes closed as your body started to shut down. The pain and suffering slowly leaving your body. The last thing you remembered was hearing Elijah begging you to wake up.

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"Oh my God, I'm in hell. I knew they would drag me down there," you cursed and laid back down.

"Hey I take offense to that," Rebekah joked while leaning against the doorframe to your room. A big smile plastered on her face. "I think my brothers would as well,"

"What happened?" You asked while propping yourself up on your elbows. A quick examination of your body revealed no more injuries and most importantly no wolf bite.

"Came in just the right time with Klaus' blood. Elijah has been worried sick about you. It seems you two made up then?" She asked hopefully. Rebekah was never one to enjoy Elijah suffering. You bit your lip nervously.

Days ago Elijah told you he loved you. As much as you wanted to say it back you were scared. This was the first time you ever were accepted somewhere like family. Of course they had their issues but what family didn't? You sighed and looked at her.

"He told me he loves me," you confessed after attempting to dodge the issue. The words slipped past your lips so carefree while inside you were in turmoil. Elijah was everything you ever wanted. He was intelligent, kind, and loyal. "And I told him I know,"

You chuckled dryly as you looked down. Rebekah sighed softly and closed the door behind her. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes. Guilt gripped you by the back of the neck and attempted to consume you. The vampire you called a sister sat down on your bed.

"I told him... finally. When we were together while I was dying," you admitted. "You should have seen the way his eyes pained when I told him. He thought he was going to lose me. I was only brave enough to tell him while I laid dying,"

The room was still for a few moments. Rebekah appeared to be deep in thought as if to soak it all in. The blonde vampire had been left out in the dark about this. She patted your arm with reassurance.

"He's in the study. Go talk to him. He'll be happy to know you are awake,"

Without a second thought, you ran away from Rebekah to find him. Elijah was in the study. His back to the door as he read from his mother's grimoires. He was constantly studying the book in case the Mikaelsons needed a spell for a witch to use.

"Elijah?" You asked cautiously. He never liked to be disturbed when he was deep in thought. His eyes locked on to you. A relaxed look appeared on his face once he realized it was you.

"I trust you slept well," Elijah spoke sarcastically. He wasn't sure how to approach you. A few days ago you spoke two words that caused his world to come crashing. While dying you suddenly changed your tune. The emotional back in forth would cause anyone whiplash.

"I want to talk to you," you demanded with a little more force than you wanted. Before dying you two weren't speaking. Well he wasn't speaking to you. You couldn't blame him but it hurt. Despite not speaking to you, you went after him to protect him which nearly cost you your life. It took almost dying to realize how stupid you were being. You walked before him to ensure you had his full attention.

"Well?"

"I was foolish earlier. I was just afraid and I still am. Your family is the only one that has taken me in. I... I don't ever want to lose you guys," you spoke softly trying to keep the tears at bay. You placed your hand on his cheek. His eyes narrowed yet he relaxed them once more.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I love you,"

[writememysticfalls]

Monster | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: When your boyfriend Elijah finds you in bed with his brother Klaus, he turns into a monster.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Genre: Hot, angsty, No humanity!Elijah

Word Count: <1k

You didn't mean to sleep with Klaus. Again.

You’d think being pregnant with his monster spawn would have taught you a lesson. Also, you were dating his brother, Elijah.

But last night, you were crying for no reason, and Klaus kissed your tears away, doing that dangerous thing where he pretended to care about you. And then, it happened.

In the morning, your naked bodies were still tangled on top of the sheets, when Elijah walked in.

“Now,” he was saying, “I think I have developed the perfect cracker recipe for your sickness-”

He stopped speaking. His eyes dropped to the floor. “My apologies,” he said. “I appear to have interrupted something.”

Elijah turned and left the room. You threw on your T-shirt and jeans, ignoring Klaus, and followed Elijah into the hallway.

“Wait. I can explain,” you called.

Elijah was hurrying down the stairs. He calmly said, “You need not explain yourself,” but the wood of the banister was pulverising under his hands. Small chunks of mahogany rained down.

You groaned, moving her pregnant body down the stairs. “Wait!” you said. “Don't make me run.”

He froze at the bottom of the stairs. The slight rise and fall of his shoulders was the only sign of his distress.

You went round to face him, and pressed your hands to the sides of his stony face. “Elijah. It was one stupid night. It meant nothing. I swear.”

His whole body began to shake. “Please do not touch me,” he said.

“Look at me,” you said, gazing deep into his shining brown eyes. “You know I love you.”

“Klaus has murdered every woman I have ever dared to love. This hurts more than that,” Elijah said. “Because I expect betrayal from Niklaus, but I was foolish enough to trust you.”

Elijah moved so fast it was a blur, and pinned your neck against the wall. He was gritting his teeth, his face twisted in anger. Your mouth yawned for air. You saw white spots explode in the air.

Just as quickly, Elijah let go, staring at his own hands with wide eyes.

“Did I just…” he said, as if in a dream.

“I don't care, Elijah-” you tried to say, but Elijah was miles away.

“I swore to protect you, but I lost control, and I broke my word,” he said.

He staggered back, hitting the wall behind him. His eyes were filling with tears. “I broke my word.”

Klaus was standing above them on the stairs. “Dry those tears, brother,” he said. “That halo was bound to fade sooner or later.”

And then, Elijah did the strangest thing. He closed his eyes, like he was slipping into a warm bath. When he opened them, they were bright.

“Elijah?” you said. “Are you okay?”

Elijah’s mouth opened in a bemused smile. He brushed down his jacket, which was covered with sawdust. “Oh my,” he said to himself. “That was Ralph Lauren, too.”

“You're scaring me,” you said quietly. “Don't you have anything to say about - what happened?”

Elijah grinned up at Klaus. “Evidently, you two had sexual intercourse last night. It is hardly surprising. That is how we got in this situation in the first place.”

“But… I cheated on you,” you said.

“I understand,” Elijah said, flipping out a small mirror and fixing his hair. “You're a hormonal werewolf, and Niklaus is, well,” with a flourish of one hand, “Niklaus.”

you grabbed him by the shoulders. “What is this? Some kind of breakdown?”

Klaus laughed, walking down the stairs. “And we thought it couldn't be done. Elijah has turned off his humanity. He has shut off every ounce of pain and anger. Y/n, you are the first person in a thousand years to hurt him enough to enable this!”

Klaus clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Big brother, how do you feel about the fact that everyone in the Quarter is trying to kill Y/n and our unborn child?”

Elijah raised his eyebrows in comic surprise. “That sounds like - how do the kids say it - “steaming hot tea”?”

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A few days later, you and Klaus were standing in the doorway to the living room, watching.

Elijah was naked, except for a bath towel tied casually over his hips. He was reading ‘50 Shades of Gray’. Two women were sprawled over the floor, their necks bleeding.

You found it hard to move your eyes from the sculpted planes of his chest, and the dark hair peeking out from under his arms. However, as thrilling as it was to see Elijah naked, this was a very bad sign.

“Hey, Elijah,” you said slowly. “Whatcha up to there?”

“This stuff is marvellous,” he said, not looking up. “Why did I not read it before? I seem to be swimming in an ocean of free time.”

“And who are they?” you said, looking down.

Elijah looked up. “Meet Martha and Angelique. I was delighted to find that the old New Orleans brothels are still operating.”

“Elijah!” you said in shock.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Elijah said. “You are welcome to join us in our lovemaking. You see, Martha does this thing with her tongue-”

“Give us the details later, old boy,” Klaus said, sitting next to Elijah with a look of utter glee. “Now, about my plan to murder all those blasted Crescent werewolves in the Quarter…”

“No!” you said.

Elijah drummed his fingers on the table. “Well… they tend to hide in underground caves, but perhaps if you blocked up a tunnel, you could starve them out.”

“They’re my family,” you said. “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Well,” Elijah said, “Niklaus is my family. He’s murdered those I love, burnt every bridge I've ever built, and quite literally stabbed me in the back. Family is overrated.”

--- THREE DAYS LATER ---

As you walked into the Cauldron, the witch hotspot of the Quarter, you were resolved in her purpose. There were only three emotions with the power to turn a vampire’s humanity back on: hatred, fear and love. If her plan worked, Elijah would feel all three. And if it failed… well, you weren't going to think about that.

“I'm the one you all want to kill, right?” you shouted to the witches. “Davina is gone. Elijah doesn't care. No one is protecting me.” You fell to your knees on the pavement, raising your head to the sun and closing your eyes. “Come and get me.”

Elijah was watching with curiosity, leaning on a wall on the side of the street.

Three witches ran towards you from the shadows.

You screamed, grabbing the sides of her head. The pain was unimaginable. Your skull felt like it was being crushed in a juice blender.

Elijah only smiled, raising one eyebrow in scientific curiosity. “What power these witches possess.”

In that moment, your bravery left you. You forgot all about your plan. You would have killed yourself, your baby, and every wolf in the Quarter to stop the pain. But it was too late.

All of a sudden, something flitted over the pavement, and all three witches dropped to the floor. It was Klaus. Panting, his eyes glowing yellow, he crouched in front of you. He let out a snarl.

You gasped gratefully for breath.

“Big brother,” Klaus said, “as much as I love playing the hero, I would appreciate your help right now.”

Already, more witches were gathering. Their eyes were milky white, their chants growing faster.

Elijah’s cheerful voice turned bitter. “Who am I to get in between you and Y/n? You know each other so well...”

Hatred, you thought. It was working; Elijah was feeling something.

You crumpled as a new pain stabbed you in the stomach. The baby.

Klaus leapt towards the witches, but they threw him onto the cobblestones.

Panting on the floor, Klaus shouted, “No, brother, I don't know Y/n. However, I do know her body. I plunged my fingers into the deepest parts of her. I made her howl.”

Elijah’s eyes turned blood red, and veins splintered over his face.

Klaus kept taunting Elijah, with gritted teeth because of the pain. “It was the same with your other women. Women are happy to let you buy them a ring, big brother. but they all come crawling to my bed moaning Niklaus! Give it to me harder!”

As he said those words, Elijah moved at inhuman speed and grabbed Klaus by the throat. That must have put Klaus out of the direct eyesight of the witches, because Klaus suddenly got to his feet and killed three witches in turn.

Now, the witches yelled spells at Elijah, trying to bring him down. Elijah’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open.

Fear, you thought. Elijah’s next crucial emotion.

However, Elijah’s fear didn't last long, because he managed to seize the heart out of every witch’s chest, killing them all.

Finally, the street fell quiet. Whichever witches remained were too scared to come out. Thanks to Elijah, the Mikaelsons had won.

You pushed yourself up onto your arms on the street, fighting the velvet darkness of unconsciousness.

“Elijah…” you said, in barely a whisper.

Instantly, Elijah was cradling your body, cupping your head with one hand and holding your hip with the other. There was still blood on his hands and face, but he didn't seem to notice.

“How is the baby?” he murmured.

You bit your lip. You were happy Elijah had shown he could feel love again - but he hadn't directed it at you, but at the baby.

“Fine, I think. The pain’s gone,” you said. Despite everything that had happened, it felt good to be in Elijah’s arms. “Is… the baby the only thing you're woried about?” you said slowly.

Elijah looked down. “Y/n, I… cannot. If I let in tenderness, then anger, and jealousy, and most of all, guilt, will flood in. I - failed you. I cannot let myself feel that fact. I will crumble.”

You said, “I failed you too, once. Twice actually.” You laughed hoarsely.

Elijah’s body stiffened. “Was my brother correct in his taunting? Is it some… primal instinct that draws you to him?”

“Hell, no,” you said. “That was bullshit. The reason why I went to Klaus is because…” You could not meet his eye. “I guess I have this thing where I don't believe I deserve to be happy. And, we're so happy, that a part of me was trying to ruin it. To push you away. I did a pretty good job of it, didn't I?”

To your shock, Elijah didn't push you away. Instead, he pulled you to his chest, fiercely. You let yourself fall against him entirely. It was the first time anything in the world had felt right in the last week.

“We have quite a talent for hurting each other, do we not?” he said, his voice almost breaking.

“I want you in my life,” you said. “Broken promises, warts and all. And I want to be in your life - if you'll have me.”

Elijah held you tighter. “I will want you always, Y/n. I will not give you my word, as evidently, it means little. Let me give you this instead.”

And he kissed you, as you slipped into sweet oblivion in his arms.

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[backandimbamon]

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“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”

“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.

Dreadful.

The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.

Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.

For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.

Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.

The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.

And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.

Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.

And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?

“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.

He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.

“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”

He’s not even hearing her.

The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.

Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.

The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.

Yeah, well, so did Hitler.

“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”

“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.

Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”

“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”

“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)

Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.

Elena abandons the sentence altogether.

Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.

Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.

He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.

He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.

“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”

(more here)

[klausysworld]

Could you do a little something where reader is looking at her naked body in the mirror, gently tracing all the bite makes Klaus has left on her body, and add Klaus in somehow.

Thank you.

Also your doing such an amazing job with all the asks your getting, thank you so much.

I love that people know that i am yours

I had just had a shower, the hot water stung against the little wounds in my skin, both love bites and vampire bites littered my body from my neck to my mid thighs.

Once out of the shower i went back to our room, i patted myself dry before folding the towel up and putting it aside. I turned to the full length mirror and my eyes widened, i was covered in his marks. My neck was particularly targeted, my shoulders too, down to my breasts which also had his teeth marks as well as hickeys, my wrists held marks from where he has fed, my hips were dotted with purple patches and my thighs had a mix. I twisted my body seeing the marks on my ass and the backs of my shoulders.

I turned back to see my front and gently ran my fingers over my neck, i winced slightly and took my hand away bringing it to my hips skimming over the bruises and love marks. My thighs hurt to press together as i traced the bites in my arms.

Without my realising Klaus had walked into the room, he stood behind me, his arms slid round my waist pulling me to his chest and a soft kiss was planted on top the display of reds and purples on my throat.

“you look gorgeous” he muttered resting his chin atop my head as he looked me in the eye through the mirror

“i look like i’ve been attacked” i whispered with wider eyes glancing at my body once more. His hold tightened momentarily as he frowned

“you do not enjoy my marks?” he asked concern lacing his voice

“no i- i love them but it’s just so much? it um hurts a little bit” i mumbled and he kissed my hair with a nod

“i’ll heal you my love” he told me as he lifted his arm to his mouth

“don’t heal me completely, just a little so that they don’t sting”

he nodded again with a smile on his face before piercing his own skin and bringing it to my lips. I eagerly began drinking, keen to stop the unpleasant pain in my thighs. I didn’t take much at all. My neck was still painted along with my shoulders and hips, my thighs still held the deep colour but the feeding bites had faded, the same on my arms.

“better my love?” he asked quietly, another kiss to my neck

“much…thank you Niklaus” i uttered and he kissed my lips lovingly, his hand slightly angling my head as he leaned around me

“thank you for letting do it the first place” he returned and i turned in his hold to wrap my arms around his neck

“i love that people know that i am yours” i whispered to his ear and he shivered slightly

“perhaps one more mark would really tell them?” he asked hopefully

“gently” i murmured and he breathed an ‘of course my love’ before finding an empty area of skin somewhere between my shoulder and neck, sucking lightly for a minute before pulling away, his tongue dancing over the new shade of red as he hummed and buried his nose into me

“i could hold you forever” his words came muffled to my skin but my heart swelled regardless

“i hope you do” i whispered

[browneyesandhair]

Non-Exhaustive List of Soulmate Fics: Klaroline Pt 2

Okay, I'm bored so I'm compiling my favorite soulmate fics. Here's the Klaroline edition:

All I Need by emeraldvixen

Summary:

In which I vaguely follow TVD canon and write the soulmate/werewolf mating AU which absolutely no one asked for. OR The one in which Klaus finds his soulmate, gets bitten, hides his mating mark from her and waits for the day she'll let him give her one back. Fluffy, mildly angsty slow burn with possible super hot hybrid smut in later chapters. *Nominated for a KC Award in the Best Smut Multi-Chapter category*

With Roses in my Hands by emeraldvixen

Summary:

Soulmate AU inspired by a Tumblr post, in which anything you paint on your skin appears on your soulmates skin too. I believe the original poster is let-gavin-free. Winner of the 2020 KC Award in the Best AU supernatural one-shot category.

Entanglement by sunshineandfangs (Avana)

Summary:

Soulmates were a complicated phenomenon that no one quite understood, as neither science nor magic nor ambitious combinations of the two could definitively explain how the connection worked. But for the most part, people were happy to have soulmates: platonic, romantic, multiple, or otherwise. Then there were the exceptions... Unfortunately, Caroline Forbes had one Niklaus Mikaelson as her soulmate, and no amount of advanced warning could really prepare her. Unfortunately for Niklaus Mikaelson, no one saw fit to warn him of the force of nature that was his soulmate.

Jar of Hearts by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

In a society where vampire allegiance is worn openly on their skin, Caroline Forbes is anomaly. She woke from transition marked by a single triangle. For six decades, she's hidden the truth of her allegiance, refusing to abandon what family she has left. Klaus Mikaelson's sudden appearance in Chicago bodes well for no one. For Klaus has spent five hundred years burying the truth of his curse, given as bloody vengeance for the death of Katerina. Klaus has a soulmate.

A Thousand Years and then Some by slstmaraudersjple

Summary:

"C'mon love, what's a little murder between soulmates?" Klaus discovers his soulmate as he kills her. Unbeknownst to him, she dies with vampire blood in her system and returns as a vampire. Unfortunately for him, she leaves Mystic Falls and spends the next couple centuries running from him. Never let it be said that they weren't stubborn. One-shot. Or, in which the Caroline and Klaus discover that they are soulmates when Klaus kills her, and a displeased newly born baby vampire spends the next couple centuries running from him and his family while living in denial. But the Mikaelsons play the long game, and they play for keeps… and that includes Caroline. Klaroline featuring the Mikaelson siblings (no Freya).

No Rest for the Wicked by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

When Bonnie goes missing, Caroline returns to New York City in the hope that she can find her before their past catches up. But New York's supernatural underbelly is ruled by the unforgiving Mikaelson Syndicate. With nightmares awaiting around every corner, complications arise when a simple one night stand changes everything.

Burn For Me by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

Ambassador Caroline Forbes is returning home to take up the mantle as Princess and to marry her betrothed, Tyler Lockwood. But a rest stop quickly becomes a problem, as she finds herself dealing with not only dragon claiming magic, but the dragon.

Standing Outside of Heaven by Cupcakemolotov

Summary:

When Caroline Forbes is sixteen, she's cursed by a demon. Forced to flee from her coven, she learns that not all curses are what they appear, and that demons can take many forms. Including the shape of her soul mate.