#Elijah Mikaelson x POC!reader

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday

Summary: The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Blowjob, handjob, facefucking, dirty talk, slight degradation, cum swallowing)

It was quite rare for Elijah to get a full night's rest. The constant threats to his family's well-being and the constant eye on Klaus' whereabouts and the things he was doing tended to prevent Elijah from getting his proper rest and relaxation, but today and tonight was different. All day long, his siblings weren't as chaotic as usual, even Klaus didn't bother him much. He found it strange at the time, but decided to enjoy it while it last. And now, he laid in his bed, enjoying a dreamless sleep that was rare for him to come by.

My god, he thought, his eyes still closed. Suddenly during his dreamless sleep, a strange, but amazing sensation was beginning in his stomach and was slowly moving downward. It felt like light kisses was being laid upon his stomach. He wanted to open his eyes to see what it was, but found that he was too tired to even attempt.

"Mmm," he whimpered, furrowing his brows. When the kisses started going near his waist, the sensation slightly changed from light kisses to something wet running across his skin. "Fuck," he moaned, thrusting his crotch up tiredly at whoever was doing this.

He felt a hand gently press his hips down, before feeling another begin working his sleeping pants down off his hips. He could feel the chill of the air hit his semi-hard member, and the chill made it twitch.

"So big," he heard a voice whisper.

"Oh," he moaned lowly, feeling a soft hand take hold of him. Before he could try to figure out who the voice belonged to, he felt a sudden warm wetness run across the underside of himself, making him harder.

"Oh shit," he cursed.

"You like that, Elijah," the voice asked. "You like me tasting your dick?"

"Y-Yes," he moaned, struggling to think clearly.

"Good," the voice replied.

The wetness continued to run along his length, all the way to the tip, and when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a another hand softly grasp one of his balls and gently rolled it in their palm.

The sensation was too great and finally with a loud moan, he forced his eyes open. He looked down his body and saw that his shirt was pushed up to his chest and like he thought, his sleeping pants was low on his hips, almost to his knees.

"Oh dear," he exhaled as he laid his eyes upon you, his precious love, licking the tip of his member and rubbing his balls in your hand. "(Y/N), what-?"

Before he could continue his question, you slipped more of his member into your mouth, the taste of him on your tongue made you moan around him.

"Oh, please," Elijah whimpered, thrusting himself more into your mouth and sliding into your throat.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again, making him throw his head back against his pillow.

"(Y/N)," he repeated your name, his voice weak and broken.

"What you want, baby," you asked, slowly sliding your mouth off of him and wrapping your other hand around the lower part of his member, your grip firm, but not too firm, just how he liked it. "Tell me what you want."

You put your mouth back on him and began to slowly slid him back into your mouth, his tip going down your throat. When you couldn't fit anymore of him in your mouth, you began stroking the rest of him, and continued to fondle his balls.

"Oh, please," He whimpered again, lifting his head and looking back down to you, his eyes half open and half closed and his handsome face scrunched up in pleasure. "(Y/N), my love-" he cut himself as he let out another moan.

"Mmm," you moaned around him again before slowly pulling off of him, your mouth now wet with your saliva. "What you want, baby? I wanna know." You let go of his balls and used that hand to stroke the upper half of him, while the other one continued to stroke the lower half, your left over saliva helping you stroke him better. "You want me to keep jerking you off like this?"

"Uuh," He groaned.

His eyes began to droop more and more closed out of pleasure, but he tried to fight off the urge and keep his gaze on you. The sight of the noble, always put-together Mikaelson falling apart like this because of you made you wetter than you ever felt and you knew nothing could compare to this feeling.

As you continued to stroke him, you noticed his hips beginning to lift up every time your hands stroked up to his tip. The sight of his muscular hips thrusting up like that brought an idea to your mind and you decided to slow down your strokes, making sure he could be coherent enough to hear you.

"Elijah, honey," you said.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't. The pleasure was too much for him. Instead he nodded his head at you to let you know he was listening.

"Tell me,...you wanna fuck my mouth?"

Just the question alone made the original let another moan and he quickly nodded his head at you.

He raised his hands and gently unwrapped yours from around him, and you placed them next to his thighs. Taking his member in his hand, he gave his self a few strokes, keeping his gaze on you and you could tell by the renewed look in his eyes that he would not be gentle with you.

"Come here," he said, holding his self out to you, his tip pointing straight at your mouth. Instantly you leaned forward and took him in your mouth.

"More," you heard him say, before you felt his other hand at the back of your head, pushing your mouth further down on him, his tip already hitting your throat.

"Oh yes," he exhaled, lifting his hips and thrusting more of himself into your mouth, making you gag. "Take it all," he said, pulling out for a second then thrusting back in deeply, the action making you gag again and your eyes began to slightly water.

"You're such a slut," he told you, pulling back out. "Waking me up to fuck your mouth. How pathetic." He thrusted back in roughly, making you gag a little harder than before.

"Oh was that too much, dear," he asked, chuckling, tiredly. "Too bad."

He moved his hand from the back of your head to your cheek and moved his other hand to the other one, holding both sides of your face, while he was still deep down your throat.

"You ready, love," he asked you.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him, making him moan.

"Good," he said, then pulled halfway out. You took a deep breath, already knowing what he was about to do and getting wetter at the thought of it.

He thrusted back into your mouth, going into your throat, then pulled back out and repeated.

He began to roughly fuck your mouth, each thrust making you gag and moan around his member, making him let out moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his grip on you getting tighter with each thrust. "You fucking whore. Just take it!" The speed of his thrusts suddenly increased and you could feel your saliva dripping from around the corners of your mouth and onto the bedsheets beneath you two.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck your face like this?" You could see his legs beginning to tense and the rhythm of his thrusts were becoming out of control.

"You want me to come in your mouth, slut," he asked, his voice becoming more desperate and broken with each thrust.

"Mm-hmm," you hummed around him again, your mouth vibrating around him.

"Yes, yes, yes," he repeated as his hips suddenly had a mind of their own and began thrusting more wildly, his hands falling from your face and landing on the bed, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"Shit," he grunted, he finally stopped thrusting. His head fell back on his pillow as his cum began shooting down your throat.

Even though his hands were no longer on your face, holding you, you still held him in your mouth and tried to swallow as cum as you could.

"Oh," he moaned loudly, his body now melting into the mattress as his orgasm ran through him.

Slowly sliding your mouth off of him, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend being completely relaxed, his body no longer showing any stress or frustration like usual.

"What-" he paused, trying to speak through his post-orgasm hazed mind. "What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked at you with such love and adoration that you couldn't help the fire that began to spread in your core. Ignore it, you urged yourself. Not yet.

"What did I do," he stopped again, out of breath then continued, "to deserve such a wake up call like this?"

"What did you do," you crawled up his body, laying soft kisses on his stomach on the way up and grinned as his body twitched with each kiss. "You were born."

"What," he asked, confused.

Giggling, you kissed him on the mouth, then kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Elijah."

[solitaryearthperson]

The Originals/TVD Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagine

Klaus Mikaelson 

Sunshine & Rainbows - Klaus and reader spend the mid-afternoon having a deep discussion about his family and their relationship.

I’m so lucky - The reader comes back to the compound to find an angry Klaus waiting for her.

Elijah Mikaelson

Night Talk - After another argument with his brother, Elijah takes a walk to cool off and meets a mysterious woman.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah, and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Broken Promise - The reader is in danger and Elijah has no other choice but to protect them through compulsion.

Freya Mikaelson

Your Name - At another of the Mikaelsons’ balls, Freya notices a mysterious woman and gets to know her.

Somewhere (Sequel to Your Name) - While having a drink, Freya meets the mystery woman again.

Hayley Marshall

Broken Heart - The reader and Hayley are in a relationship and she wants Hayley to choose between her and Elijah.

Throuple Love - (Y/N) has feelings for both Hayley and Elijah and doesn’t know that they have feelings for her as well.

Series

More to come....

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[written-beyond-the-grave]

Mikaelsons Black History Month

First off, I’m starting by saying that even though it is no longer Black history month it will always be melanin everyday and black people every day. And everything else under the sun, and if you don’t like it then the exit is to your left. Everything you own in the box to the left

Being part of the Mikaelsons is very fickle business and be some bs. Like really, you’re here with supernatural beings who are over 1000 years old. Who have traveled the world, gained endless knowledge, seen a lot of bloodshed, but you know what they haven’t seen? Their token human (black ofc) being ignant for black history month, I mean who even fully celebrates? How does one even celebrate?

Granted, they’re not racist. But with the writing Julie Pleck did she was playing honestly. That was the worst writing I've ever seen since who knows when. Maybe the nine lives of Chloe king or something? But in my originals universe they were probably racist in the beginning to an extent then grew out of it.

Anyways, they never met someone who celebrated until they met you!

Now repeat after me: I’m black y’all, and I’m black y’all. And I’m black and black and black y’all! FYM

Now…. picture this: A moderately quiet day in the Mikaelson household. Kol is minding his business for once, Rebekah is trying to find the perfect pics for her next instagram post, Elijah is enjoying a good read, and Klaus is organizing his art materials. But then here comes you, the human, opening the door and walking right in like you pay bills (none of them do but you get the picture) in the midst of the most deadly people. Walking in and greeting everyone, walking in with the most hotep, Dr. Umar bullshit getup they ever seen. Coming to America headass.

They recognize your footsteps from a mile away, so when you walk into the kitchen and no one really looks up at first it’ll be a sight to see a whole ass pelted lion on your back. The kente cloth hat (no idea the actual name for it, sorry babes), a saber tooth necklace (for my mans T’Challa), and the red stiletto nails with the afro out here banging.

SHEEEEEEEEESH

Once Elijah is done with his page he looks up to greet you, but then stops… Bitch, fuck is you wearing? This was worlds away from the sweats, and skinny jeans you wore on the daily.

“Greetings Y/N you look…. Fashionable.” Mans didn’t know what to say. Did he miss something about your Africna roots? Was there a holiday he hadn’t heard of, doubt it, but what else was there?

“Thank you Elijah.” You fluff out your lion pelt for added effect, if there was ever going to be one time you outdo the Mikaelsons’ especially Elijah in being dramatic with a coat or cloak of somesort, it would be now.

At this point the Kol and Rebekah have already looked up and were confused. Why are you dressed like that?

Kol is the first one to speak up “Darling, Rebekah likes a fashion show more than anyone, but why do you have a lion… on your shoulder.”

Lifting up your large ass shades you supplied an answer: “Black History Month”

They all looked at each other… they didn’t get it. Like they know what it is, but never actually understood how to celebrate and all that nor did they ever actually give it mind. When you saw that they weren’t making a connection, you started phase 1.

“Alexa, you know what to do.”

And there goes their manor playing: NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA NIGGA I’M ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NIGGA

LMFAOOOOO you got the white people shook. Klaus just dropped one of his expensive ass bottles of art sealants and is vamp speeding to the kitchen to figure out what the hell is going on. Elijah having a mid century crisis on how tf they even found you and deemed you worthy of being in their presence so casually. Kol is having fun in the back, still laughing at your get up. And Rebekah wishes she went to the mall instead, she wanted a girl bestie and got you instead rip

“WHAT IN BLAZES- Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DO- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING! ALEXA STOP THE MUSIC-” And the big bad wolf has arrived. You put your finger to Klaus’ lips which stuns him bc… you’re still HOOOMAN like damn, death wish much? And you look this man, straight in his mit and say “Looks at, look at me” and pause for dramatic affect, “I am the captain now”

Room silent as hell till Kol starts cackling

You’ve made Dr. Umar proud, the ancestors are shining on you once again

With that you lead into a whole speech about the black struggle and black history month, bottom line: REPARATIONS. Because being the only nigga in the Mikaelsons (we don’t claim Marcel) is exhausting, white people shit everyday that you complain about in their faces

TBH at this point they’re indulging you in this escapade.

First victim is Elijah, you ask for his wallet. He gives you a look, I mean he does technically give you what you want and whatever (when y’all dating, refer back to my dating Elijah post), so he ask you why. Reparations sis why, but then you stop yourself. This man gives you his wallet every other day, half the time you not even asking. What could you rob this man of…. Ah. You ask him for the deed of one of his estates in Prague, why? Because you bitches can’t even spell Prague. And under section S line 45 subsection Y it does state that estates are eligible for reparations. Fuck 40 acres and a mule, you got 300 acres, some stallions in the back, a quite possibly haunted mansion, and a heavy dicked (yeah I said it, a sis been trying to reality shift) original who will turn you out by the end of the day and the end of the month…. Wait till women's history month boo

We know his pockets figgity fat, and it would be figgity wack to not get some

Ngl you take Kol with you so he can buy you food. Granted, he knows what you’re doing, but if he’s going to spend money on anything it will be thawed and it will be music. However, one thing leads to another and you’re both at Wal-Mart waiting to find a parking spot. You stole one off a white minivan trying to move in. Not thinking anything of it because who in this small ass Mystic Falls ass, clown ass town really about it? Apparently Karen.

But you know who else what about it? Kol (tbh mans had nothing but time, and he claims you so why tf not.) he out here NY stomping on her and coming at her for badly glued extensions. Cheap ass bitch, ain’t even blend in correctly.

After that Kol and you left with some groceries, a new story to tell, and a chopped cheese.

With Klaus, he frfr wasn’t finna do shit. Being ordered my a human? Lmfao, go find another simp sis. But… once you suggest that his art skills may not be up to par on what you have in mind as a new family room piece for your house he’s all ears. He knows what you’re doing, but… he still wants to prove you wrong. But anyways, you give him a theme… reverse racism. IK y’all, it’s not a thing, but mans has ideas. And he outdoes himself. That and the recreation of the moorish chief bc that man...mmmmm that man was giving.

Ok so Google wanna hoe me, but there was a painting of a black man in a kkk cloak and behind him were white people being hung from a tree. Say what you want, but that photo was fire. If any of you seen it please share it below.

Anyways

Rebekah tbh wants no part in this, but I feel like she’d gave when you ask her to give you all the finest dresses bc it’s an excuse to exhaust Klaus’ money.

Through the month you give the Mikaelsons a run for their money, and maybe sanity. Klaus is in the back trying to research who tf Dr. Umar is and why is he your inspiration

They had to pull you back when the sheriff asked you for your ID. You ask why you needed white man paperwork!

You are pleasing the spirits, what bonnie could never do lmfaooooo. The powers of you enemies aren’t prospering this month nor next month.

You’re not poor this month, anything you poor of is pouring a little more (bars nigga)

LMFAOOOO imaging asking the fam to go to paris, like, they not invited it’s a self trip funded my the Mikaelson Y/N Trust Fund of Public Decency ™

Klaus would be the first one to speak because this man is TIRED, “Love, why do you need a trip to paris? What’s in Paris?”

Knowing better, you look to Kol to answer the question, “I don’t know, Kol, who’s in Paris?” Niggas b. Niggas in paris…. Lemme chill

LMFAOOO enjoy

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hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

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*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

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*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[prettykittycastle]

Birthday Boy (Part 2)

Summary: Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Pussy eating, Multiple orgasms, Rough sex, a little dirty talk, missionary, hand on throat but not choking, & a little bit of cum eating)

"My love," Elijah began, his voice dropping a tone lower as he looked down at you, his brown eyes glued to the sight of your already wet pussy. "You spoil me." He began taking off his suit jacket, his eyes not leaving you at all.

"No, you spoil me," you told him, spreading your legs even wider for him, inviting him to taste. "I'm just returning it to my birthday boy."

"A wonderful birthday, indeed," He started to loosen his tie, his fingers hurrying to take it off.

After waking him up with a little birthday head, you decided to start his birthday off first with fixing his favorite breakfast. You then took him to the movies to watch a new film that you noticed he was surprisingly interested in. Elijah tended to not really be interested in many shows or movies, preferring books mostly. The few times he is interested in a movie or show, then it must be really good. The day before you made sure to have his family (mainly Klaus) agree to not bother him with anything. It was hard but it was worth it to see your handsome man finally be unbothered and calm all day. After that you took him out to eat at his favorite restaurant in New Orleans and bought him his favorite dish. Elijah, the gentleman that he is, tried to pay for it, but you insisted that you would, wanting to continue spoiling him. After you left the restaurant, you and him went back to your place much to his confusion as you had begun spending more and more nights at the compound, but he agreed to it. The minute you two stepped through the door, you were on him. Running your fingers through his soft hair, you kissed him with such intensity and passion that for a second his mind went blank and the only thing he could think of was your lips. When you pulled away and began making your way to your room, he finally gathered his mind and followed after you, an erection already growing inside his dress pants. When you two finally entered your room, immediately you both began undressing.

"You can do what you want, birthday boy," you moved your hand to your pussy and spread your lower lips open for him. "Pussy's all yours."

A sudden feral look came over Elijah's face and before you knew it, he ripped his own shirt open, causing the buttons to fly everywhere, and threw it on the floor.

"Pussy's mine, is it?" He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, and got down on his knees.

Whining at the sudden pull, you grabbed the bedsheets beside your body and looked up at Elijah, readying yourself for him.

"I love you," he told you. The statement made you smile and you would have happily said it back, but before you could, Elijah had already lowered his head and spread your lips open.

"Such a beautiful pussy," he said lowly. He licked up your center, gathering all of your wetness on his tongue, moaning while doing it. When he got to your clit, he quickly began flicking his tongue against it, the little bud becoming more sensitive with each flick.

"Oh my god," You moaned. The feeling of his tongue against you was too strong and you began lifting and jerking your hips against his mouth.

"Sweetheart, behave yourself," he told you, before going back and flicking it some more.

The taste of you and your wetness on his tongue was so good to him and he wanted more of it. Still moving his tongue against your clit, he placed one hand on your leg, holding it down to the bed, and placed his other hand on your other leg, doing the same thing. When he saw that he had a good hold of you, he slowly moved his tongue down to your entrance.

"Elijah," you cried, wiggling in his grip, your grip on the bedsheets getting tighter and tighter.

Tightening his hold on you, he inserted his tongue into your entrance, flicking the tip of the muscle inside of you, more of your juices gathering on his tongue.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moaned, an intense fire was beginning to build inside of you and the intensity made you wiggle even more. "Elijah, don't stop!"

He could sense by your moans and your words that you were getting close to cumming and the thought of you cumming on his tongue made him decide to let go of one of your legs and move his hand. Keeping his flicking tongue inside of you, he brought his hand to your clit and began gently rubbing it with his thumb.

"Oh, Elijah," you cried, moving your hips against his mouth and hand. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

The combination of it was too good and the fire inside of you grew too intense too quickly. You moved your hips faster and faster against him.

Ready to taste your cum, Elijah began rubbing harder on your clit, his gentleness completely gone. "Cum," he said with his tongue still in you.

It didn't matter if you understood him or not, because before you knew it, you let out a scream as you began cumming, your hips still moving of their own volition, your orgasm too strong and almost rendering you breathless.

Grabbing your hips with both hands again, he held them down, and began fucking his tongue into you, the taste of your cum driving him wild.

"Elijah, please," You cried, finally letting go of the bedsheets and began nudging his head away from you. "Too much."

With one last plunge into you with his tongue, he let go of your legs and stood up. Looking up at him with glazed eyes you could see that his gorgeous face was covered in your juices and he still had that feral look upon his face.

"My love," he began running one of his hands over his mouth, wiping away some of your juices, the sight almost making you breathless again. "you are too good to me."

You tried to catch your breath and let your body relax a little before you both continue, but that feral look in his eyes and the sight of your pussy juice on his face caused your pussy to start throbbing again.

"You gonna fuck me or what, birthday boy," you teased him, bringing your hand down to your pussy, running your fingers through your left over wetness.

A small growl left his mouth and he quickly grabbed your hand and moved it away, while his other hand began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

"This what you want, baby girl," he asked, dropping his pants and taking out his member, lightly tapping it on your pussy lips, the action making you jump as you were still sensitive.

"Put it in me," you lifted and spread your legs wider for him. "Please."

Not wasting a second, he slowly inserted himself into you, his girth slightly stretching you out, but you didn't care, enjoying the small burn it made. With each inch that entered you, you let out a gasp at how full he made you, until he was finally balls deep inside.

"(Y/N)," he moaned, closing his eyes, not moving. The feel of your warm walls combined with your wetness almost made him cum.

You wanted to respond back to him, but the fullness of him was just too good and you were speechless.

Slowly, he began pulling out of you, almost all the way and leaving just the tip inside of you. Automatically your walls squeezed around him wanting him to stay.

"Oh," he moaned, thrusting back into you.

The thrust forced a gasp out of you and you grabbed onto the bedsheets, bracing yourself for him and the roughness you were sure was coming.

His thrusts began to gradually increase, his member hitting that special spot inside of you over and over again forcing more moans and gasps out of you.

"Right there, Elijah, right there," you yelled, feeling that same fire begin growing quickly inside of you. You tried to lift your hips to meet his thrusts, but they were going too fast.

Still thrusting, he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb again, keeping his eyes on your face to see the pleasure he was bringing you.

"Yes! I'm cumming," you yelled, closing your eyes from the intensity of your second organism. "Oh fuck, Elijah!" Your whole body was shaking and you wouldn't let go of the bedsheets.

His thrusts didn't stop, in fact they increased. Your sensitive walls squeezing him so tightly drove him into a frenzy and he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, bent his body over you and began pounding into you, hitting the special spot each time. Your moans and cries combined with your increased wetness made him more feral than before.

"Shit," you yelled, another more intense fire burning inside you quickly becoming too much. "Oh my god!"

He placed his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but just holding you there and looked you in the eyes. "Cum for me," he demanded.

Your body quickly followed his demand and soon your walls were squeezing him again as a third organism, more powerful than the others, ran through your body. You couldn't say anything as the orgasm knocked you speechless and breathless.

"Where do you want it," you heard Elijah say. Your mind was fuzzy for a long moment and it wasn't till your speech and ability to breath came back to you that you looked up to see Elijah's face scrunched up in intense pleasure and you could feel that his thrusts had lost their rhythm and was now wild.

"On my pussy," you told him out of breath, laying your head back.

Feeling his self getting close, he quickly pulled out and roughly ran his hand up and down himself for a few seconds before finally shooting his cum onto you.

"Uhh," he groaned as he continued to jerk ropes of cum out of himself and onto your skin. "(Y/N)."

"Yeah," you responded looking at him as he finally stopped jerking himself, no more cum left in him, and he looked down at you. The feral-ness was now gone from his eyes and they were now filled with love and adoration for you.

"I love you so much," he told you, breathing deeply.

With a smile, you looked back at him with the same amount of love and adoration he had and reached down to where his cum landed, and scooped some on your pointer finger.

"I love you too, baby," you replied, bringing your finger up to your mouth and licking his cum off your finger.

The feral-ness came back to his face and you smirked, knowing that this will be a long night of pleasure.

[solitaryearthperson]

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Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them. *

(If you want to make requests, you can, but I can’t guarantee when I will post them.)

Marvel/MCU

The Originals/TVDU

Supernatural/SPN

The Sandman

Predator/Alien vs. Predator/Yautja

More Stuff To Come...

[solitaryearthperson]

Broken Promise

Summary: The reader is in danger and Elijah has no other choice but to protect them through compulsion.

(The reader is 18+ and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

"You should watch your back, Elijah. Your love is quite a sight. It'd be a shame if something happened to them."

That was the last thing the vampire said to Elijah before his heart was ripped out. Even though the vampire is now dead, he knew that that threat was not empty.

"It'd be a shame if something happened to them."

Those words kept echoing in his mind, haunting him. I promised them, He reminded himself. I promised them and I failed.

He promised you and himself that he would never put you in any sort of danger. He promised to protect you from his family, his family's enemies, and anyone else he feared might bring harm to you.

I could hide them, he thought, his mind trying to think of ways that he could protect you now. No one would be able to harm them. 

The idea seemed appealing but he knew that it wouldn't work. He had already took many precautions to try to keep you as far away from the sights of his enemies and yet they still found out about you. I thought this could be different. I could be different. His cold, undead heart felt like it was gonna break into a million pieces as thoughts continued to run through his mind. He already knew what he had to do. It was a decision he had been dreading since the day he met you and realized you were the one for him. As someone who was not religious, he suddenly found himself praying to whoever to find other ways to protect you that didn’t involve this, but nothing came to him, at least nothing that would keep you happy and healthy and living a good life. 

“I must do it,” he told himself, pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the vampire’s blood off of his hand. 

“I must protect my love,” wiping off the last of it, he placed his handkerchief back into his pocket and left to go to you.

~

“Elijah,” you yelled his name from the kitchen, hearing the opening and closing of your front door.

When you didn’t hear any response from him, you dropped the dishes you were washing and placed them in the sink, before turning and leaving the kitchen. 

“ ‘Lijah,” you called again, walking to the front door to find him standing in the foyer, still not responding.

“ ‘Lijah, what’s up,” you asked, walking up to him. As you got closer, you saw that his usual chocolate brown eyes were glassy and they were looking at you with so much emotion that the sight made you stop your footsteps in shock. “ ‘Lijah, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, my love,” he apologized, his voice trembling. He quickly came forward and wrapped his arms around you, placing your head onto his chest.

“What’s wrong, ‘Lijah? Why’re you sorry?” you asked trying to pull away and look at him, but he continued to hold you against him.

“I broke my promise to you.”

He didn’t have to say anything else. You knew what he meant and you instantly felt your own heart breaking at what that meant.

“Elijah, it’s going to be alright,” you tried to tell him, hoping to change his mind, but you knew that his mind was already made up. After you two had confessed your love to each other for the first time, he made the promise to always protect you from anything and anyone. He had told you about his past lovers and the terrible fates that met them and you assured him that that would never happen to you and you were going to stick by his side. “I’m going to be alright.”

A sniffle was your only response and you finally were able to pull back from him and see that a tear was rolling down his face.

“Elijah, please,” you pleaded, grabbing his face and looking into his eyes, seeing the sadness, fear, and defeat in them. “Please, I can take care of myself.” 

“(Y/N),” he said, his sad, brown eyes becoming dilated as his compulsion began. “I have put you in danger and I am sorry. I promised to protect you and I failed. You will not remember me or our relationship. You will not remember anything of our love.” Another tear rolled down his face as he saw your (E/C) eyes were glazed over under his compulsion. “When I have gotten rid of the enemy and can guarantee your safety, I will lift the compulsion and you will remember me. Until then, my love,...I’m sorry.” He placed a kiss on your head and let you go. 

Before he could see your eyes go back to normal, he turned and quickly left your home, his mind coming up with different ideas of what he was going to do the enemy who chose to threaten your life. 

[prettykittycastle]

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson

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Elijah Mikaelson

Birthday - The reader wakes Elijah up with a great surprise.

Birthday Boy (Part 2) - Your second gift for Elijah is giving him a night of pleasure.

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[written-beyond-the-grave]

Elija Mikaelsaon Dating a Black S/O Headcanons

Did anyone ask? No, did I deliver? Yes.

- Alright, so Elijah and the Mikaelson’s have been alive for a while. Never got a specific date, but we have vikings. And as Elijah has been alive for a minute, he’s had flings, situationships, lovers, and at some point out knight in shinning armor was probably a fuck boy… don’t @ me.

- What I’m trying to say is man probably did it all, Asian, Latinx, Caucasian and African American and maybe even African and Caribbean… Maybe even fucked around with his sexuality for a second because he got it like that and the writers were too pussy to put this shit on

- Tbh probably the originals tried all the genders and non-genders, change my mind. But elijah strikes me as a free for all who loves something refreshing that’ll take him out of Klaus’s bullshit for a minute

- But here’s were this shit gets spicey… Elijah… with a black s/o….. Just hear me out poc who been waiting for someone to give them good fucking food on poc x tvd/ the originals, I got y’all… unless college comes back.

- OK so, I feel like if you’re rocking with Elijah he’d dress you up and ice you out because he can. Nothing under $5,000 for his s/o… We talking furs, diamond, real leather, snake skin, hell even a whole ass snake if you wanna be on your Bruce Wayne shit一 better yet, your T’challa shit with a whole ass panther (black panther ain’t real soooo y’all can get a black puma and call that bitch a panther lmfaoooooo)

- He’s asking you to a dinner date and then you say you’re ready…. Wearing pretty little things…. Missguided… honey. (Nah ain’t shit wrong wit those brands, they be having bangers tbh and sales like a bitch) Let him upgrade youuuuuuu. You only wear Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Burberry, Balmain, etc. Try walking out there looking a damn mess and distasteful… just try it sis 

- Speaking of which… my mans got you with hair too! Fuck you mean ?1?! 

- He had a black s/o in the past, even though her hair had loose curls… we won’t discredit her. He has some knowledge on how curl hair works, and if he’s lacking, he as a whole library and might fuck around and ask Bonnie in exchange for some witchy ingrdients (im cdfuuuuuu)

- Name, braids, twists, locs, finger waves. Wanna shave bald??? He’s for it, let him get you his barber. Fuck it, he’ll get you Marcel’s barber. Lined up and all that shit, throw in a fade too

- And coming in for wash day, he’s sitting behind you days in advance helping you take down your hair after a month or two. Grey sweatpants, scissors in hand, spray bottle to the side with Netflix as background music…. Fuck with it. You’re all tired after doing like 8 and he tells you to take it easy, with vamp speed and the deterixty of those fingers…. *chefs kiss*

- He sets up a lil wash day station for you, or if he’s on the clock just books a whole salon for you alone already paid for. But if he’s doing the work, best believe he spent the coinssss COINS for the organic shampoo shit you have the refrigerator and the deep conditioner, AND THE FUCKING LEAVE IN. He’s keeping your shit moisturized in the winter. His big hands and gentle fingers helping detangle your hair, you in a fluffy robe, enjoying being loved on….

- Y’all didn't even get me started on him doing twists… or plaits, or the bantu knots, the concentration on his face

- IDK why I gotta say this… nails done too, he loves the feel of your nails gliding on his scalp and down on his back when he’s giving you those slow strokes. 

- This doesn’t have to do with anything, but the fact that the originals were set in New Orleans which is mostly BLACK BLACK BLACK BLAAACCCKKKKK and I saw like 3 black people in that bitch, ong….. Julie Pleck, you basic bitch

- Anyways, I feel like Elijah in a trench coat coming to pick you up from work would be such a vibe and a mood. Like, he knows when you get off and you might just take public transportation or something to have some sort of independence. But he shows up after work when you’re leaving with some friends from work…. Nigga shows up in a dark blue cadillac, trenchcoat with the collar up, leather gloves… and a fresh cut

- Who tf let him out the house??

- And ik you’re friends trifling too asking who is he, a damn fine tall glass of milké

- And he’s just leaning against the door waiting for you and once he sees you, he waits for you expectedly and kisses your forehead in greeting and gets the door for you

- Speaking of driving, Elijah be too damn serious, and that’s were you come in. 

- I need him and the Miakelson’s at a cookout doing line dancing, the electric slide, cupid shuffle (and give Rebekak some goddamn friends shit, she everyone stay chasing love and shit but have 0 friends and boundaries, they drag family though the mud) 

- Like I need him out his suit and in some dark jeans, a solid white v-neck, rolex on his wrist, and white air forces

- Sitting there, kinda out of place until he settles in. Like I deadass see him asking where the tables are at the cookout and like… you break it to him he’s gonna have to do the table legs for that shit

- And the plastic cutlery! LMFAOOOOO his soul is slightly quaking

- And its finna be a whole ass test when an uncle comes up and grabs him by the shoulder in a greeting and tries to fill in the seat for spades or even worse…. Dominoes…. That’s it. It’s over. Elijah been alive for too long and knows every play in the book and can bluff his ass off

- But if we talking dominoes… we gon have the boondocks animation version of a nigga moments cuz y’all fights will be started, money will be lost…. To Elijah. In the end he gives it back bc he’s a good sport and bc humiliation is a greater victory 

- Lmfaoooo and the quiet drive back, you’re exhausted but the music station is playing throwbacks and Usher’s climax comes on and bitch… the high notes, the lamp posts that give you both a glimpse of each other’s side profiles. And for once Elijah is relaxed and coming down from his amusement. No one is trying to kill him or his siblings, and good food albeit greasy in his stomach.

- Dare he say he felt human for a moment

- You staring out the window and softly singing along enjoying what the day was, Elijah loving the ambiance created. Mmmmmm such a mood

- THAT BEING SAID imagine you and Elijah on a long drive and “I Mean It” by G- Eazy comes on and you start singing along bc data is expensive over long ass drives and being stuck in traffic. And Elijah is giving you a bemused look, you in all your glorious wonder and you just make the lyrics more dramatic ashit trying to be a heartbreaker and all that. But, the true heart breaker is Elijah

- He comes in on the verse and gives you all eye contact, lips completely sync but your can kinda hear his voice keep the tempo…. Bitch this makes me feel some type of way… and as he’s going on he grabs your face and tilts your chin up OOOOUUUU gets up all close and personal and finishes the lyrics which is perfectly timed with when the light turns green and turns back like nothing just happened. There yo are aping like a fish bc tbh if anyone could rap it’d probably be Kol, he’s like the emnemin mixed with busta rhymes type, but tone it down….

- Bitch imma go fantasize rapping Elijah, y’all been slept

- And for those asking yes, I do write for black readers, mor specifically female but I can try male

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Your breath danced in the sky of the frigid air, you were supposed to be inside mingling with the other guests and having fun, but Mikaelson galas were never your thing no matter how much Rebekah forced you to attend. Not that you didn’t know how to party, God knows you knew how to throw it back but the anxieties of a big crowd who ninety-seven percent you didn’t know kept you prisoner to the balcony. And being honest, you didn’t mind. One thing Mystic Falls was good for was their nightlife, you had never seen stars twinkle so brightly or the moon staring down at you so humbly.

“I thought you'd be out here,” you felt a familiar whisper in your ear as two long arms wrapped around you. “Anything the matter love?” Klaus’ stubble tickled the side of your face.

“Nothing.”

“If nothing was the matter, then you’d be out there with me”, he pulled you closer,  “showing you off in that ravishing dress that I sat in a dressing room for hours waiting for you to pick.” You could feel the smirk in his voice.

You fought back a smile as you turned around and playfully jabbed your elbow into Klaus’s gut.

“There’s that beautiful smile, now how about that dance love.” 

Your face dropped, “But Kl-”

“If it's prying eyes you’re scared of,” he took one of your hands into his, “I’ll stay close to you.” He kissed you hand. “And if it’s the dancing you’re scared of, remember that you are a professional, it anyone has to be scared it me,” he joked in hope of making you feel more at ease.

Knowing you couldn’t resist the accursed Mikaelson charm you caved. “Fine.”

Your ears welcomed the sound of smooth saxophone and delicate piano, there was not a hitch at the gala. As to be expected. Discreetly looking around all the guests were in their best attire, whether rented or bought, for the night. 

You caught Rebekah, Kol and Elijah in the crowd. “Y/N! I’m surprised to actually see you’re out here”, Rebekah remarked taking a sip from her wine glass. “And I see that my choice is dress fits you well.” She took a whole scope of the gold ball gown that hugged your body. The gown had off the shoulder sleeves with glitter decorations that matched the gold makeup that adorned your face. It complimented nicely against your brown skin tone making it even more radiant, even you had to agree that you looked like a meal that Klaus couldn’t stop staring at. All observations from how tight Klaus is holding you at the waist and how his fingers are wandering slightly. 

Kol turned his attention from Rebekah to you and smiled, “I’m sure Klaus had his hand in this somewhat, but nonetheless happy to see you enjoying the party Y/N.” You nodded your head in thanks, and pulled a curly away from your face that had happened to have fallen out your elegant bun.

“You look beautiful tonight”, Elijah humbly complimented you and gave a cheers with his wine glass.

“Thank you, I can say the same for you all as well”, you complimented them all back with a smile and it was true. Rebekah had on a deep red fitted dress that showed off her curves, Elijah as usual was wearing a suit but it was all plack. Kol was dressed in a classic suit, with a white blouse, black bow ties, and his best accessory his smirk. Klaus was dressed similarly, but instead of a smirk Klaus donned a knowing smile almost as mischievous as the stars you were gazing at earlier. But, this smile brought out his dimples that you loved so much and at times rarely got to see.

Klaus cut in and took your hand, “I am sure you would all be more than delighted to continue complimenting Y/N, but she owns me a dance.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at Klaus’s antics and walked off, leaving Kol and Elijah to their own devices. Not waiting on them Klaus turned to you, “Shall we?”

Craning your neck to look up at him you nodded, “We shall.” He led you to the crowd of dancers and placed his hand on your hips ready for the next slow song to begin. The second the song started you and Klaus started moving, most of your jitters melted in the joint swells of music and pleasure. You felt right in his arms, and he caught in yours, the steps flowing you two like sighs slipping against a silk pillow. Klaus's breath, short and trembling, brushed your hair, and he saw the laughter glitter in your eyes.

“Tell me I didn’t do you a favour tonight,” he whispered in your ear.

You flashed him a rueful smile.

“You wait until I step on all your toes.”

Leaning his head back to let out a laugh you and Klaus continued to twirl around on the dance floor until you needed a drink, excusing yourself for a moment you headed to the bar. You took a seat next to a young man and slouched, calling to get the waiters attention your ordered you drink and slammed it down your throat once it arrived. Not paying to how to the body sitting next to you was staring in amazement.

“Tough day?” They questioned.

“Something like that.”

He stuck out his hand,“Damon Salvatore, a pleasure.”

Grasping his hand and shaking it, “Y/N L/N”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Enjoying the atmosphere,” you fingered the next drink in front of you.

“You mean enjoying that dance with the devil?” Damon leaned closer to the bar, but turned his body toward you.

You hummed, “Devil? You must mean Klaus. So you were watching me… What’s so wrong about a little dance with the devil? He was God’s favorite,” you innocently inquired. What made this guy so set on Klaus anyway?

“Keyword was. Wouldn’t want to be around a guy like him,” he gave you an award winning smile that didn’t reach his icy blue eyes.

Matching his energy you carefully took a sip of you beverage, “Duly noted.” With that final response you decided to head upstairs for a while to clear your head and take a break from the crowded foyer. However not before noticing a lithe form brunette come talk to Damon, as she was conversing with him she shot a wary look at you then focused back on Damon. You made a face, something about the way she carried herself and her energy threw you off.

Walking into your bedroom you noticed that there was a tower of different types of cupcakes on a stand on your dresser. You bit back a smile as you took the note that was on the tray and read, the note being from Klaus didn’t contain much. Just a ‘For my darling’ but it was enough for you. Klaus probably knew you'd get tired of the celebration going on downstairs with people you didn’t know, how thoughtful. Without missing a beat you shoved a powdered brownie into your mouth in delight. This was proving to be a day in your favor, you decided to sit on your bed and continue to enjoy your time scarfing down the delicious sweets.

However, while being preoccupied with licking the frosting off your finger you didn’t feel a sneaking presence behind you, and from then on your world dimmed from your perspective, and you were welcomed by darkness. 

“Mmmhhh….” You groaned awake, there was something stiff sitting under you. If you were still enough you could feel a draft around your ankles.

“Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice teased. Your brows furrowed, you clenched your eyes not wanting to open your eyes to the blinding lights that were waiting for you. The whizing of the lightbulbs were making your pounding headache worse, you felt your body sway in the chair you were placed- more like tied to- in. 

Not being particularly in the mood for whatever was about to happen, “Suck my left titty.”

“Ohhh such colorful words for a lady.”

Opening your eyes just a sliver, you hissed in pain at the bright lights, “I’ll show you a lady when I shove my foot up your ass.” You gulped right after that comment, your throat was as dry as the Sahara. 

You heard some shuffling around the room, “Here”, a cool glass of water was pressed to your lips that you eagerly downed. Gathering enough grit to open your eyes, the lights burned your eyes but you ignored it and took a look of the room you were in through blearly eyes.

Once you realized where you were, you scoffed, “You have got to be kidding me. A cellar? Seriously?” You turned your head forward, your puffy dress making it difficult to adjust your seating. You realized it was Damon in the room with another man, he was older with dull blue eyes and sandy blond hair.

“At least it’s not some creepy tomb,” quipped Damon who leaned back against a wall. 

“Enough with the chit chat”, the mystery older man butted in stepping forward, “What is your affiliation with Niklaus.”

Giving him back a dull look, you shifted back in your seat, taking careful note of how the rope tied around your wrists were beginning to rub them raw. Not liking your silence, the man stepped forward and leaned in close to your face.

“I asked you a question”, you could feel his breath on your face.

There was a long pause, internally rolling your eyes you answered, “The white man's whore.” His eyes went wide for a second not expecting the type of answer from your mouth, you heard Damon snort in the background. You had to stifle a laugh, “Kidding, I’m one of Klaus’s friends.”

“Friend? I just thought you were one of mindless blood bags,” Damon muttered off to the side, “That psychopath isn’t capable of having or even maintaining friendships.”

Squatting in front of you, the man who had yet to introduce himself scanned your face and body, “I never believed that my bastard of a son would obtain a friend, a lady to some extent no doubt.” His blue eyes continued to pick and prod at your body, most likely wondering why you haven’t started to beg for your life. You were as cool as the other side of the pillow, almost as if you were treating all of this as a game. 

Cocking your head to the side, “So… You must be the infamous Michael, huh. I expected someone more… frightful.” You carefully chose your words and kicked off the heels you were still in, somehow you knew this encounter would take a while. 

“An immortal vampire hunter doesn’t scare you?”

“Quite frankly, people in white sheets with holes cut in them have a higher place on my fright-o-meter than you”, you answered smarty and tilted your head. You watched as Michael’s previously amused face morphed into a frown. “So what do you want with me? If you thought I was somehow Klaus then you desperately need glasses.”

Damon stepped in with his arms crossed, “We didn’t, we just thought you’d be somewhat important to the big bad wolf seeing as you’re not dead yet. Considering our coupe d'etat didn’t work out so well, you were plan B.” He relaxed his shoulders, “Or in this case, our collateral damage if things get dicey.” Damon seemed proud of his last minute plan.

There was a pause as you took everything in, “So… What I’m hearing is your sorry excuse for an overthrow failed, so you ran around like headless chickens to try and save your own ass so you kidnapped me.” You squinted your eyes in thought, “And in all of that you left an original- correction Klaus Mikaelson, with ground zero morals free to roam the town in possibility of finding the girl you kidnapped. Man, and I thought you were dumb before.”

“What could you possibly know about killing an original?”

“Nothing”, you shrugged, “but I do know Klaus and he will most definitely set everything in his path ablaze to find something in light of your shitty. In conclusion, he’ll dick your shit.” You finished with a straight face. 

Damon seemed to mull this over in his head while Michael turned his attention back to you.

“Ladies, shouldn't curse”, his beady eyes tried to stare through you.

Without missing a beat, “Get fucked-”

The rest of your sentence was cut off as Michael backhanded you and your face went sharply to the side, the sound of the slap resounded  in the room.

Damn looked startled, “Wait, I didn’t know harming the h-”

Michael cut him off sharply, “Leave us boy, I have some catching up to do with my sons friend. I see it… obligatory to see what he’s been up to.” He turned his back to Damon to look at you as you recovered from the slap, your cheek was turning crimson.

You grit your teeth through the sting, “You hit like a bitch.” Which almost earned you another that Damon sped over to catch Michaels wrist tightly in his grip.

“You better keep it light with the hits”, Damon whispers through his teeth, eye staring intensely intO Michales. “If your little plan doesn’t work then we’re all fucked.”

 Roughly grabbing his hand back, Michael shrugged him off, “If Klaus is the same weak boy that I knew centuries ago, then he’ll be easy to detain. Now leave us.” Damon stared on more for a few seconds, and then took his leave. Michael turned his attention back to you once again, and roughly grabbed your face with one hand.

“So this is what my dear son is so fond of. You have quite a mouth on you… Let’s change that.” And you were met with another backhand to the face that turned your world dark.  

The Salvatore cellar smelled metallic and there were droplets of blood on the flood courtesy of Michael. You had been in and out of consciousness for what you could only guess were two days. You whole body felt like it was on fire, you could tell your face was swollen just by the gentle throbbing of it. Damon had been nice enough to make sure you were somehow fed, and took a daily shower. With all this craziness you should've been saved by now. You hadn’t heard a peep out of anyone’s mouth about his whereabouts and it was beginning to scare you.

With how things were going, it seemed like the universe hated you for the moment, your wrists had most definitely been rubbed raw and hurt like a bitch. Your back hurt too with sitting in a chair day and night, you were brought out your thoughts when you heard a distant crash upstairs and some yelling. You tried keeping up with your ears, but your body had other plans and shut down to the amount of stress you were under.

You felt the room sway under your feet, you hissed in pain as you felt someone tug on the rope that tied your wrists behind you back on the chair. Mentally you weren't very present as what was happening around you at the moment. Elijah had just come down the stairs to retrieve you as Rebekah and Klaus dealt with the bodies occupying the upstairs.

Elijah took a look at you and cursed under his breath, dealing with Klaus's mood swings when you were taken was a challenge. But, after seeing the state that you were in Elijah knew that Klaus seeing you like this would open up a whole other can of worms the world was not prepared to see. It took some time for him to calm Klaus down enough for him to think clearly about his next move with the salvatores. It took even more additional time for Elijah and Rebekah to consult Klaus on not using any high-strung anger and or violence when trying to get you back. This all led to the present, Klaus negotiating and somewhat arguing with the salvatores about getting you back, knowing that trip was in order. In addition, Elijah had to console Klaus on Michael being back in Mystic Falls. It was a hard time for the Mikaelson family of seeing their father back. While during Y/N's is absent Kol went on a purge of Mystic Falls trying to find you. He had a record number of the next snaps and missing people's cases in a small town. Rebekah on that other hand was livid as well, as she should be considering you are one of her favorite humans. But she was more calm about the situation unlike Kol and Klaus. She knew that it would only be a matter of time when she found you, and when she did she would have to destroy anyone and everyone who had anything to do with your kidnapping.

That all led to the present, Klaus had Damon pinned to a wall almost about to break his neck with his hand plunged into his chest squeezing his heart. Rebekah had Stefan on the ground with her high heel pressed dangerously close to his neck, she wasn’t one for games at the moment. And there was Kol with his trusty titanium baseball that he knocked out Elena’s kneecap in with. In all the chaos, Michael decided to make an entrance. He smoothly walked down the top balcony with a glass of bourbon with some ice cubes unbothered by the scene as if he expected no less. 

“I was beginning to wonder when you lot would show up”, then he took a sip. “You are all quite tardy on your part.”

Stefan struggled under Rebekah’s foot, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah ah ah,” Michael wagged his finger, “You’re not in the position to be asking questions, or demanding for that matter. First things first, you have something I want.”

The room went silent, besides Damon grunting on the unrelenting grasp Klaus had on his heart. Klaus stared intently at his hand in Damon’s chest trying to figure out what he meant.

Kol broke the silence, “You mean the white oak stakes.”

“Michael chuckled, “Ah and we have a winner. Without the stakes, no point in getting Y/N back how you found her.” At that remark Rebekah tensed.

“What do you mean,” Klaus growled under his breath.

“I mean, your little… companion is losing quite a bit of blood at the moment. It would be unfortunate for the vampire blood in her system to kick in. At that revelation Klaus’s blood ran cold.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smiled and took a long sip of his drink, “Your call.”

Fighting an internal battle, Klaus caved.

“Elijah if you will.” The named original walked in timely with his suit and a large black duffle bag in hand.

“Are you sure about this Klaus?” He questioned with a straight face as he kept his eyes on Michael. Rolling his eyes gave a silent reply. Not waiting any longer, Elijah opened the duffel bag and threw it in Michaels’s line of sight and sped off to find you down in the cellar. Elijah came back up with you in his arms, your dress was ruined, wrists a red swollen mess as well, and your face held purple bruises and some blotches of blood underneath. The originals took a look at you and the room physically dropped in temperature. 

“Y/N!” Rebekah and Kol cried in concern, Rebekah kicked Stefan unconscious and ran over to your body to take a closer inspection. 

Klaus watched from the distance, his face contorted in unbridled anger, he quickly snapped Damon’s neck and made a walk over to the doppleganger. He slowly squatted in front of her, he watched the look of fear in her eyes as she tried to scoot back with her injured knee. “Get Y/N back to the house, I’ll catch up.” His siblings looked at him warily but didn’t argue and took their leave. His tone was low and dark, “Whatever victory you think you have over me I can fully assure you that you’ve made the biggest blunder of your measly human life. If for a second I even think you’re in cahoots with my father I will slaughter everyone and everything you love.” Klaus paused for dramatic effect, and reached out mechanically to wipe a tear from Elena’s face then roughly grabbed her chin so she could face him fully. “When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me for death,” he squeezed her face tighter and his look went cold, “If you really thought you could subdue me, then you’re dumber than the Petrova girl.” 

Once Klaus got home, he sought to it that the servants inside tend to your wounds and had you on an IV in your bedroom. He watched you like a hawk as they began to clean you up and wrap you in bandages. The damage done to your were only surface level, no completely broken bones but mostly damaged skin and some internal bleeding on your face. 

Klaus stood at the doorway into your bedroom to see how you were fairing, he was greeted by the sight of your curly hair in every which way on your satin pillowcase. Stepping inside the room over to your  bedside he carefully took a look over you. Klaus's dark blue-green eyes scanned over your face, your previously coco caramel skin was beginning to turn purple and red. He reached out his hand and slowly dragged a thumb across your dark circles, anger boiled in his stomach. Clenching his jaw he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Getting up from his seat he made his way to the door, but not before shooting one last glance over his shoulder at you.

That night at the Mikaelson Gala, Klaus was having his best time with you. Albeit you were a little awkward on the dance floor, but it's one of the quirks he learned to like the most about you. But the joy that Klaus felt that night was rendered short by the Mystic Falls gang trying to kill him in a poorly planned ambush. Don’t get Klaus wrong, he was always ready for an ambush, he was never caught lacking… Until that night. During his time in Mystics Falls Klaus picked up some things: the town would always foolishly try to save the doppelganger and with all the bat shit crazy things to happen in this town, no on ever decided to move out of town. But the original would have never guessed he’d come face to face with his father, Michael, that night. The only man that has ever struck fear and a multitude of emotions inside him, so of course it caught him off guard when a dagger was nearly plunged into his heart by him.

Watching you in bed in the worst condition he’s ever seen you in pulled at his heart and actually made him feel human which at times he detested. Klaus took the stairs down on his way to his study where he found a glass of whiskey already poured waiting for him. He chugged the glass in one go and relaxed in his chair staring blankly at the grandfather clock next to his large oak doors. Deep into his thoughts he wondered where he went wrong, he was an original of course his power was sublime and unmatched, he could take on anyone. He was the Klaus Mikaelson. But for once Klaus doubted his skill to protect the one he loved, he still got chills from the man that used to beat him and let a tiny gang of misfits best him. Sighing, he opened a drawer in his desk and removed the false bottom. There lied a black velvet box, thumbing the box in both his hands, he took a peek inside the box and stared at the ring. The ring was anything but humbling, but it was a token of Klaus’s love that he thought he was ready to give you. A promise to forever love you, always and forever. But now always and forever seemed short. Pocketing the box Klaus rolled back his shoulders and got up, with the arrival of his father he needed to make preparations for the future. In one swift movement he headed out his door to do some diabolical planning to keep his thoughts away from analysing how slowly his love for you was becoming a battlefield. 

Getting out of bed had been the hardest thing to do in days, your hair was in a curly mop that was beginning to become matted, not to mention you had lost some weight from your period of depression. You were nothing short of a mess, but a mess who was trying their best. Throwing your curly locks into a bun you walked out the Mikaelson compound and headed to the one place you could think: How Sway Studios. You had tried to look for Kaus or anyone else earlier when you got out of bed, but no one was home. The illuminating neon lilac sign bounced harshly off your eyes, roughly digging into your pocket you fished out the keys to unlock the studio. The smell of freshly mopped floors greeted your nose and so did the mirror wall adjacent from you. You took in your disheveled look and dark circles. 

Wack.

You sighed and connected your phone to the speakers, the whole entire weeks had been a mess. A fuckery among proportions that you had somehow survived. You let the first couple of songs pass over you as you began to stretch on the floor, your joints screamed at you for being inactive for the past days. Coming up from touching your toes you took a moment.

Always and forever, huh? You snorted, the award for the best act of 2014 went to Klaus Mikaelson. Standing ovation, you thought bitterly. Standing up you began to do a few practice basic moves to warm up some more. To say you were angry was an understatement, you were outright ready to air a bitch out in front of his mama. Chakras damn near all the way fucked up.

“Hey, Google.” A ding echoed through the room signifying your device hear you loud and clear. “Shuffle ‘Heavy is the Head’ playlist.”

Oh yeah, you were in one of those moods. You dragged a chair front and center in the mirror already anticipating the sound that’s about to free your soul. 

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You sauntered around the chair until you slowly took a seat, making sure to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror. You slowly spread your legs open and dragged your hands down your thighs and legs.

You don't own me

Don't try to change me in any way

In a quick second, you crossed one leg over the other and had taken your hair out of its bun. Coyly fluffing it up as you embodied the energy of the song.

I can always have just what I want

She's that baddest I would love to flaunt

But nope, she ain't with it though

All because she got her own dough

Boss bossed if you don't know

She could never ever be a broke hoe

Up out the chair, you make quick ball changes to the mirror, not forgetting to sway your hips. With a spin you were back to back with the mirror, hands slowly descending beside you. You could feel the speakers vibrations through the mirror into your chest.

You don't own me

Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay

Really though, honestly

I get bored of basic bitches

One aerial cartwheel back into the middle of the dance floor, you sashayed to the side and slowly squatted down and mean mugged the mirror. Damn, right you were no basic bitch.

She's the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her

If she's alone and if she'd sent some pictures, she said no 

Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself

 In the next move, you were on the floor and twisting your body and arching your back off the floor while mouthing the words ‘come over and see it for yourself’ completely getting lost in the music. From that, you snapped forward into a split and crawled seductively towards the mirror.

The next couple of songs became a blur, you were pouring out all of you emotions and the bullshit you felt. You had no idea where the energy and the audacity to pull these moves were coming from, but you weren’t complaining. You were giving the best dance show of your life, unknown to you, to a watchful hybrid at the door.

As the music began to fade away he finally spoke, “Having fun, love?” Klaus stepped forward, “It was a surprise to come back to the house to see you weren’t there.”

Rolling your eyes, you were breathing hard and your legs were aching. Ignoring Klaus you went up to the mirror to fix your hair back into a bun and get ready for the next song. You pulled your arms above your head and stretched out your back only to hear a resounding pop that made you cringe. This was a much-needed dance practice.

You heard a scoff off to the side, “The silent treatment dear? Are we still children?”

I should be asking you that question, you thought to yourself squaring your shoulders. Apparently we are since communication hasn’t been a thing between us for the past few days, I get kidnapped, saved, then completely ghosted? Nah, this isn’t how this shit works. You let angry thoughts run in your mind.

Lover come over

Look what I done

You internally rolled your eyes once you realized the song that was being played, it just had to be a sentimental contemporary piece. Getting into character you hunched your body over and dramatically dung you hands into your curls, in one fluid sweep you swung your leg over in a complete aerial turn around angling your body to the ceiling. From then on you pushed yourself back into a backflip. If anyone had to avoid someone, it should be you. You were the one taken hostage and tortured in the Gilbert’s basement, granted your foul-mouthed insults did egg them on, but who were you without them?

I been alone so long

I feel like I'm on the run

Face contorting into pain you gave a running start into a mid-air split and into a grand jeté. Overall the whole situation was handled, though you came out bloody and battered you lived via care of Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah keeping a watchful eye on you. But who was missing from that equation? Klaus. Who was nowhere to be found, no texts, calls, or even a carrier pigeon to ask how your recovery was. The man ghosted the living hell out of you, choosing to only come at the oddest of hours when you were asleep or avoid the house in general. Always and forever, huh? Your forced your body to lunge to the floor and curve upward with your legs to get back to standing position.

Klaus’s eyes hadn’t left your body once since he stepped in, he had seen you dance before, but somehow this all seemed different. He walked closer to, the music was so loud he could feel it under his shoes. You carried yourself with a melancholic yet rebellious energy, but that wasn’t all that was there. His dark blue-green eyes scrutinized your every move deeply in thought, he knew what he did wrong. Hell, he always did.

Lover Come over

kick up the dust

Your leg extended back as you step balled changed upright, legs shifting smoothing over the glossing floors. The only people that kept you company during recovery was everyone, but Klaus. Even Kol for once humored you with your outdated jokes about Stalin and Abyssinia. 

You huffed, and closed your eyes for a second to pull of a pirouette, only to be met with your hand in someone else’s getting spinned into their chest.

“You know I don’t like being ignored, love.” Klaus’s hot breath tickled inside your ear as he held you firmly. 

“I could say the same to you,” you sneered as he grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“You know I’m busy.”

You dipped yourself back, crossing over his torso, “Busy enough not see your girlfriend who was recovering from being locked in a basement by mediocre vampires and a witch?” You briefly took notice of his shoes that would eventually scuff up your studio floors, you made a mental note to yell at him for that later. “I’m human, not stupid, love.”

I got a secret

Starting to rust

You landed back on the ground and folded over, hands pressed against Klaus’s chest. 

“I never said you we-”

You cut him off, “Then for the love of everything, why the hell did you ghost me in my ‘time of need’?” You came back up and met his eyes, your brows furrowed. He wasn’t making any sense. “You don’t even look like yourself anymore.” And Y/N had never been so correct, she fully looked at Klaus’s face. His under eyes were slightly puffy and dirty blond hair more out of place than usual, though it was only criminal to look this good, this wasn’t her Klaus. 

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

I said I'm just tired

She said you're just tired

Despite their lack of communication, both Klaus and Y/N’s feet and body moved in sync, and there was no reason it shouldn’t have. At first glance, it didn’t seem like Y/N and Klaus would be a perfect fit as a couple, or in Y/N’s case someone to date at all. Klaus was Klaus, a conniving vindictive hybrid with power the only thing on his mind and seeing his enemies bend to their knees. A force of nature to be reckoned with in the supernatural world, and other side. A soul that wanted nothing more to set the world ablaze and sit and iron thrown watching all those who’ve overlooked him as the runt of the litter to burn with glassed over eyes.

And then there was Y/N, a girl who didn’t know when to shut the hell up and got messy real quick when tea was spilled. Unlike Klaus, Y/N had a heart of gold and gave tough love just like her mama when she lost a fight, ‘you’re fighting again, if you don’t beat their ass I’ll beat yours’ her mother's words echoed in her head. Though Y/N always viewed the world in the worst possible light from past experiences, she strived to see the best in it. And by some grace or cruelty depending on who was asking, of the divine she met Klaus Mikaelson. Truth be told they didn’t start off on the best foot, the Mikaelson saw Y/N as a joke within his eyes, but a joke that somehow wormed their way into his heart nonetheless. And unknown to Y/N, she worked her magic on the rest of the Mikaelson clan. Somewhere in between all the bullshit of Mystic Falls and ancient evils trying to take over, Klaus fell in love with Y/N and vice versa, however, it wasn’t all that simple.

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t the easiest person to love, not by a long shot. And who could blame him? The bastard child born out of wedlock, beaten by his father, one of the originals abominations to roam the earth, daggering his siblings for hundreds of years, the list could go on. The Mikaelson himself knew that, but never let it bother him. A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep, he'd think to himself at times. But, despite his many faults the hybrid managed to find someone who loved him and who’d put up with his brazen attitudes, mood swings, and homicidal tendencies. Which made this all the more difficult to do. 

Lover come hold me

Heads on the fritz

Body intoxicated 

feelings comfortably mixed

Klaus pulled you in close once more as you swirled gracefully on the floor, you got a lungful of his scent pine and sea salt. He replied, “I never felt more like myself in my life.” You weren’t buying whatever he was trying to sell, hooking your leg around his torso you brought up your other leg up vertically to the ceiling. If he wanted to shut you out, then he had another thing coming.

“You can lie all you want, but I can see right through your shit Niklaus.”

“I have no recollection to what you may be hindering at,” he quipped back and gently dipped you down.

You face didn’t move away from his face for a moment, your eyes looked deeply into his. Searching for an answer to his behavior, “Klaus, after that whole mishap with the Mystic Falls Scooby Doo Gang you went completely silent on me. My ass was in bed damn near depressed and not once did you come to visit. No calls, no text, not even a carrier pigeon.” As you carried on your voice began to rise in volume and speed up. 

Klaus’s eyes wavered against yours for less than a second, but that was all you needed.

“And don’t you give me that kicked puppy face, you knew what you were doing.” You felt your face begin to heat up in anger. “So-”

Klaus harshly pushed you away, “So I had to go on a complete rampage to find you after the gala, right after my own father almost staked me with help of that flimsy doppelganger. I had to deal with the dimwitted Salvatore brothers and a Bennett who thought they could stand a chance against The Original.” As he pulled you back in, Klaus heaved you up into his arms and gave you a spin. His voice grew harder, “I had to succumb to a poultry excuse of a hostage situation and wait for days to get the only human-” he put you down with your back pressed against his chest. You dared to stare ahead in the mirror to only be greeted by Klaus’s already staring you, his brought up his hands to gently trace the curve of your arm. “-the only person I remotely care about back. And when I got them back, they looked like the dead.”

His lips thinned in the mirror.

“They looked like the last bit of light in them had died off, their brown eyes no longer held a spark of mischief, they could barely stand on their own.”

He turned you back to him, “I had to watch my you struggle to stay awake, and it tugged at every one of my heartstrings. It made me see that I wasn’t as capable as I thought as an original and that you weren’t merely a chess game on my side of the board.”

He tilted your chin up and whispered through a searing gaze, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You couldn’t answer.

Lover come hold me

Could you forget?

I got a secret

Digging a ditch

He moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. You slid your right foot forward, chasing his retreating foot with yours, like a fox on the hunt. Dipping forward and looking into your eyes, his fingers tightened on your ribs as his left foot came forward again, surprising your foot and chasing it back. Both souls on the dance floor stopped, toe to toe, Klaus pulled your hips in close to his.

Threatening to brush his lips against yours, he looked to the left, and then to the right. You mimicked him, turning her head opposite. To the right, then to the left.

Klaus kept talking, “It was then I once again realized how fragile humans were, and how dangerous the supernatural world would be for them.”

You face turned into a frown.

Sweating all your sins out

Putting all your thoughts back together

Oh we just don't blend out

All of my attempts seem to weather

Klaus pushed you away as though you were too terrible, yet too wonderful, to be near, yet he held on to your left hand with his right, catching you as his arms pulled taut and spinning you out and away. Then he reeled you back in, unable to give you up.

You fell into him, his strong arms wrapping you tight, protecting you before casting you out again.

“If you think I’m just gonna leave because I’m a “little human” in a dangerous and outlandish supernatural world that will most likely kill me, then you’ve definitely got me fucked up.”

Klaus chuckled at your determination and it was music to your ears, finally seeing his dimples making an appearance was a gift.

Slowly you both stopped dancing and stood face to face as the music continued to its end.

“You were always a firecracker.” Klaus took your hand into his larger ones and drew small circles with his thumb.

“Well, I’m more like a chihuahua that doesn’t know when to give up, but I like your analogy better,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

It felt like ages with the both of you standing there and having a silent conversation with your eyes, but you broke it.

“Klaus,” you began slowly trying to find the words, “can you promise me, and I want your word, that when some bullshit like this happens if it happens again that you won’t shut down. I need you”, you squeezed his hand even tighter as your voice got quieter. “I can’t have you shutting me out again.”

Pulling your hand up to kiss it Klaus held your stare, “I can promise you that”, his other hand slowly crept up to your face to cup your cheek. “Only if you can promise me this, sweetheart.”

Your eyes looked hopeful, but suddenly alarmed as the hand Klaus had on your cheek moved to the back of your head to keep it in place and his eyes looked straight into yours with a mission.

Klaus’s pupils dilated, “I want you to forget about the supernatural world, forget about the the Mikaelson family and everyone you know in Mystic Falls. I want you to go home and start packing, you are to move out of Mystics Falls and go somewhere far far away from here as fast as you can.” Your body slackened at the compulsions and pupils dilated with Klaus’s, hanging onto every word. After Klaus felt that the job was done, he took one last look into your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and disappeared. 

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

At that moment he didn’t know what hurt more, watching your eyes stare right through him like you didn’t know who he was. Klaus gingerly fingered the vervain necklace in his palm that he discreetly snatched from your neck while dancing, his eyes began to sting and he licked his lips. He stared at the necklace he picked out specifically for you, half of an angel wing that had a gemstone embedded in the middle. He remembered the day he got it for you, he had the back engraved with the message Forever and his matching wing that hung around his neck had the text Always engraved on the back. With a final look, he pocketed the necklace but felt the contact of a velvet box in his pocket that he had been carrying for the past three weeks. Klaus’s heart had never felt heavier, you would always be his forever in his heart, but for the present, you were his ‘almost’.

“Goodbye, love. I’m sorry”

After a few moments you blinked rapidly to fight the nauseous feeling away, slowly your hand slid up to your neck to feel around for a chain. Knowing better than to continue searching fruitlessly for it, you clenched you hand to our chest, and closed your eyes. Taking a shaky deep breath you let your feet slowly start the trek out the studio. As you reached the entrance of the studio the chilling temperature outside made the hairs on your arms stand, you turned to look back solemnly and then continued on your way out never once looking back again. However, you did leave parting words:

“I’m sorry too.”

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more