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[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]

I’m so lucky

Summary: The reader comes back to the compound to find an angry Klaus waiting for her.

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

Bloody 2 in the morning, Klaus mentally grumbled, as he continued to read from his book on the couch. Or at least, he tried to read from his book. His mind was racing with different thoughts of what you could be doing, and none of them were comforting in the slightest. "Who does she think she is," he muttered to himself, turning a page.

"Well, I think she's a woman, not a child." 

He didn't have to look up from his book to know that the statement came from Elijah and that his brother more than likely had an amused grin upon his face as he entered the room. "Has she not returned yet?" He asked, sitting down on the couch across from Klaus, amused at his brother's annoyance.

"No, she hasn't. Not one call or text." He tried to keep his annoyance out of his voice as he turned a page, not registering any of the words on it.

"She has to put up with this family and you, Niklaus. She deserves a night out."

"A night out ends when night ends," Klaus responded, giving up on reading his book and slamming it shut. "It is past midnight and now morning. She should be home."

Grinning, Elijah tried to not chuckle at his brother's frustration, but couldn't help letting a bit of it slip out which quickly caught the angry hybrid's attention.

"You find the worry for my love funny, Elijah," His voice began to rise as he watched the grin on Elijah's face grow.

"What I find funny, brother, is you forget that (Y/N) is a woman, not a child, who doesn't need your permission or approval on how late she returns. She can take care of herself."

"Always the feminist, Elijah," Klaus remarked, rolling his eyes. He took out his phone for the ninth time that night and checked the time again. Only 2:20. I'll leave and find her when its 2:30.

Even though Elijah was annoying him with his amusement, he knew that his older brother was right. At the beginning of your relationship, you made him agree that he wouldn't try to control you or become overprotective of you and let you have your freedom and at the time, he completely agreed, but he didn't think that that freedom involved you hanging out with your friends all night, leaving him worried. Each second that passed, he began to get more and more paranoid that something bad had happened to you.

"Let her enjoy a night out away from your scheming. She deserves it."

Yes, she does, Klaus mentally agreed, sighing.

"Yes. I admit she-"

The sound of a distant giggle stopped him and he quickly stood up from the couch and left the room to see you entering the compound, drunk and barefoot, holding the heels you were wearing earlier in your hand.

You were tiptoeing, letting out little giggles as you tried to be quiet. Your appearance was not that different from when you left, but Klaus could still spot a light sheen of sweat on your skin from all the dancing you did. Even though Klaus was ecstatic to see you again and to see you completely fine, he couldn't help but let his anger get the best of him as he made his way to you.

"Do you know what time it is," Klaus asked, his footsteps hurrying over to you with an angry frown upon his face.

Anyone else, when seeing that look on him, would have instantly become scared and begun cowering and apologizing, but not you. Even in your drunken state, you knew that Klaus would never hurt you and because of the alcohol still in your system, the only response you gave to his angry question was another giggle.

"You had me worried me sick," he continued, taking your heels out of your hand and placing his hand in yours. "Let's go to bed." He began pulling you in the direction of the stairs, but you quickly pulled your hand from his and hurried off to the kitchen.

"(Y/N)," he groaned, speeding after you and stopping in front of you before you could fully enter the kitchen.

"I'm hungry," you whined drunkenly. "I want a sandwich."

"You'll get your sandwich when you go to bed," he told you, ignoring the pout that grew onto your face at his words. He turned you around and gently nudged you to leave. "Go on."

Groaning, you took slow, sad steps towards the stairs, looking over your shoulder still pouting, giving him the best puppy dog eyes that you could make in your state.

"Love, go on," Klaus urged, trying to not to smile and give in to your pouting.

"I'm going," You said angrily, quickening your steps.

You didn't know it, but the look in Klaus' eyes as he watched you drunkenly walked barefoot to the room screamed nothing but love.

"I take it she had fun," the voice of his brother made him turn his eyes away from you (something he absolutely hated) and turned them on Elijah who looked at him, still amused.

"Yes, she did," Klaus sighed before turning around and entering the kitchen, placing your heels on the edge of the counter.

"What're you doing," Elijah asked, following him and taking a seat at the counter.

"Making the silly, drunk girl a sandwich."

His answer made Elijah smile even wider as he watched Klaus begin to pull out slices of bread and bologna and other things. Finally Niklaus has found his true love.

~

“Oh,” you groaned, opening your eyes and lifting your head. It was pounding terribly and you felt that your eyes were sore and heavy, even after waking up from sleep. Sitting up, you pushed the cover off your body, about to stand up, when you had to stop yourself, feeling an unpleasant rumbling in your stomach. 

Shit, you thought, placing a hand on your stomach. Another rumble made you get up from the bed, and run to the bathroom, quickly lifting the lid, and emptying your stomach of all contents from last night. 

You were too busy vomiting that you didn’t hear Klaus enter the bathroom. The sudden feeling of fingers in your hair and lifting it from your face made you look up to see your hybrid lover looking down at you with concern.

“You alright, love,” he asked. 

Seeing you nod, he grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped your face clean of any left over vomit, then flushed it. Gently holding your arm, he lifted you from the floor and walked you back to the bed, where he placed you on the bed. Before you could do it, he pulled the covers up and around you and you found that your sore eyes were beginning to feel heavy.

“Take this love,” he told you and you opened your eyes to see him holding a pill in one hand and a glass of water in another. 

“What is it?”

“For your head.”

You picked it up and placed it in your mouth and drank the water, swallowing it with a wince as your throat now felt sore. 

“If you’re hungry, your sandwich is right there,” he told you pointing to beside you, and you looked over and saw sitting on the bedside table was the sandwich your drunkenly requested last night. 

I must’ve fell asleep, ‘fore I could eat it. Klaus lightly placed his hand onto your forehead, getting your attention and making you turn back to him.

“If you need me, I’ll be painting in the other room. Just say my name and I’ll come.”

With a kiss on your forehead and another look of love at you, he left your side and exited the room, leaving the door open to hear you.

Feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier, you began to slowly drift into sleep and as you did, you couldn’t control the smile that spread across your face as you thought of your boyfriend. Fuck, I’m so lucky.

[littlweirdostuffwritesworld]

Our days

Adaeze (Adeze) was the daughter of two African magician that thanks to their kindness and magic they became marquises in France. Thanks to them the land where they were ruling was one of the most flourished in the all kingdom.

It was 1500 and 4 people arrived in their building. The Mikaelsons were one of the most known novices in all kingdoms.

The eldest of the brothers is attracted to the daughter of the marquises, he had never seen a woman like her. The woman was also interested in the mysterious man, from that moment on they gave each other looks full of love and hidden.

Elijah had never experienced feelings like then, for the first time, in addition to giving all his heart to the person he loved, he was paid back with more love.

Unfortunately, their love did not last long, because his brother full of paranoia, revealed the true identity of the marquises and because of this they escaped, but the brother was still not satisfied, and so he killed Elijah's first true love.

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[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....

[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. 

[solitaryearthperson]

Somewhere (Sequel to Your Name)

Summary: While having a drink, Freya meets the mystery woman again.

(The reader is uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Y/N) = Your Name

(E/C) = Eye Color

"Miss Mikaelson," a familiar voice brought Freya out of her thoughts and she turned around to see the mysterious woman from the ball.

She never told me her name, Freya remembered. Something had happened at the ball that needed her attention and before she could probably say goodbye, the woman had disappeared, leaving her confused and slightly heart broken at her departure.

"What're you drinking," the woman asked, taking a seat next to her.

The bar they were in was not Rousseau's, but was still close to the compound, and Freya wanted to get a drink somewhere that mostly had humans and none who would recognize her or her family.

"Whiskey," Freya answered, looking at the side of the woman's face. It's been a week and she still couldn't help but stare at the woman's strange, mysterious beauty.

"Maybe,... I'll get the same thing," the woman said, raising her hand to call over the bartender.

"No, you won't," Freya told her, lowering the woman's hand before the bartender could see. "Tell me your name."

"My name?"

"You never told me. I want to know."

The woman chuckled and looked at Freya with mirth. "Why you want to know so bad? Huh?"

"I just do. You know my name. My family’s name. You still haven't told me how you know it."

"Anyone that lives in New Orleans long enough knows of your family, Freya. Human or not."

She picked up her glass and took a sip before asking, "What are you?"

"What am I?"

"That night, you were standing with Marcel and his vampires, but you seemed out of place there. I asked you what you were, but you never told that either. And you keep appearing out of nowhere. So what are you?"

"You can't recognize your own kind, Freya. That's strange." That familiar twinkle was back in her eyes.

"Witch?"

Smiling, the woman scooted her seat closer to Freya's and picked up her glass, taking a sip from it as well. She kept eye-contact with Freya as she drank and for some unknown reason, Freya could feel a warm sensation in her stomach beginning to travel lower at the bold action. She didn't know what it was about the woman, but she intrigued her. A lot. To the point that Freya wasn't sure if it was healthy how much she wanted her even though the woman barely gave any information about herself.

"I know you're still suspicious of me, Freya. I don't blame you. Your family is known for making enemies, but I don't really care about them. I care about you."

"Why? Why only me?" Freya asked, not wanting to, but accidentally letting some of her emotion come through on her face and in her voice. It's not that she had a low self-esteem or anything, but most people who claim to only want her or only want just one of her siblings (romantically or as friends) usually wanted to take advantage of them, and use their feelings to kill her family. Even though this woman was constantly shrouded in mystery, she didn't get the vibe that she was trying to use her. It felt like the woman was actually interested in her for her.

"I really like you. From the moment I saw you at the ball looking bored as fuck, I liked you."

Nodding her head, Freya took her glass back and drunk from it. "Then why not tell me your name? Why make it a big mystery to someone you supposedly 'like' so much?"

"I don't trust people that easily. I think a person's name-whether it's real or fake-is a personal thing."

Freya reached for her glass again, but before she could pick it up, the woman laid her hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. The action was tender and sweet, making Freya turn to see the woman leaning in close to her.

"I want you to trust me... to know I'm not up to anything and that I truly want to get to know you, before I tell you my name... is (Y/N)."

(Y/N), Freya repeated in her head, looking into the woman's (E/C) eyes.

"(Y/N)," Freya repeated aloud, a small smile on her face as she began to admire the woman's beauty again. "Nice name."

The woman didn't say anything. Instead she reached for Freya's glass again and quickly downed the rest of the drink. When she finished, she looked back at Freya with lust in her eyes. "Want to get out of here?"

"Where?"

"Somewhere, but not here," she answered with a smirk.

Freya only replied with a similar smirk and before the woman knew it, her hand was being pulled by Freya's toward the exit of the bar to go somewhere else.

[solitaryearthperson]

Sunshine & Rainbows

Summary: Klaus and reader spend the mid-afternoon having a deep discussion about his family and their relationship.

(The reader is 18+ and is any ethnicity/race. The reader uses she/her pronouns)

It was mid-afternoon and the sun was perfectly set in the sky. The sunlight shined into the room at a great angle that helped Klaus perfect his paint strokes. He was painting the Quarter, but with a dark sky. In the room with him sat his lovely (Y/N). She was sitting on a sofa behind Klaus reading a book, wearing an old Henley of his. They both had just woken up only an hour ago and were still slightly tired, especially after the previous night’s activities.

“Why does everything have to be dark,” (Y/N) asked him, looking up from her book and at his painting. 

“Because I am a dark man,” he told her, still painting.

(Y/N) huffed, closing her book and standing up from the couch. She made her way over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle and laid her head on his shoulder. Feeling her head on him, he playfully let out a groan and continued to focus on the painting, trying to hide his smirk. 

“Am I dark to you?” she asked.

“No, you’re nothing but sunshine and rainbows, luv,” He answered.

(Y/N) smiled at his teasing tone, but looking at his painting, at the dark colors of the sky and the shadows of the Quarter made her think about something that she wasn’t sure should be discussed with Klaus until now. “Will it always be dark?”

“What?” Klaus asked, stopping his painting, and looked over his shoulder at her.

“The life your family has, our life, our future,” she explained, still focusing on the painting, not noticing that Klaus had stopped and was looking at her. “Will it always be...dark, Klaus?”

The question caught him off guard and he turned around in her arms to look at her fully. Her (E/C) eyes were still looking at the painting over his shoulder, but they had a strange look in them that he didn’t like. 

“Will there always be death and killing? Will there ever be sunshine and rainbows? Just for a little while?” (Y/N) asked him, finally looking at him. 

“Yes, luv,” he answered her, knowing that it was more likely that his and his family’s life will always be dark, but decided to keep that to his self. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug, resting his head on hers and lightly kissed it. “I promise, luv. Right now, it may be a tad dark, but I will give you as much sunshine and rainbows as possible.”

Looking over his shoulder at the painting, she looked at the dark sky in the painting again and hoped that Klaus was telling the truth and would keep his promise.

[solitaryearthperson]

Night Talk

Summary: After another argument with his brother, Elijah takes a walk to cool off and meets a mysterious woman

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. I wrote this imagining the reader as a woman of color.)

Elijah was furious. You could see it by the way he walked and the tenseness of his body. His large form was always somewhat tense-looking in his usual suited attire, but now he was extremely rigid and stiff, like a building. He was pissed off beyond belief.

He could feel his blood boiling and his fists kept clenching and unclenching, wanting, craving some kind of violence. He wanted to hurt something or someone, more specifically his brother, Klaus. He could feel the veins beginning to show upon his face and he quickly willed them away. He was in public and didn’t want to scare anyone. 

Another scheme, another death, more enemies, he thought, clenching and unclenching. Why must you be this way, brother?

He didn’t know where he was walking to. He walked past all of the bars in the quarter, even Rousseau’s, not wanting to burden Cami with another of his family’s troubles. Niklaus does that enough, he mentally grumbled. 

He looked up to the dark night sky and sighed as he spotted the half moon. Am I wasting my time with Niklaus, he wondered. He stared at the moon, deep in thought for so long that he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone.

“It’s really pretty, right,” a voice asked him. 

The voice brought him back from his thinking and he turned his head to the left and saw sitting on a bench a few feet from him, was a woman. She was looking at him with beautiful (E/C) eyes and a shy smile. 

“Right,” he exhaled after a silent moment, caught off guard by her beauty. “It is.” 

It took him a second to realize where he was. A park not that far from the cemetery. He rarely ever came around this area, wanting to respect and not disturb the witches of the city and their ancestors.

“Something about it...it’s so calming,” the woman continued, looking away from him and up to the sky.

“Yes, it is quite relaxing,” he agreed with her. He put his clenched fists in his pockets and slowed down his breathing, before making his way to her. Hopefully my face is fine, he thought sitting down next to her. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a minute, looking up at the moon before she spoke again. “Has it calmed you down?” 

“Excuse me?”

“The moon. It’s calmed you down, right? You were really pissed off over there. I’m just making sure you’re okay. I don’t wanna be around an angry vampire.”

Surprised at what she said, Elijah looked at her speechless, before quickly schooling his features into the usual calm and neutral expression he usually wore in front of people he didn’t know or didn’t trust. “What makes you think I’m a vampire?”

“Are you serious?” the woman asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his question. She raised her hand and pointed at his body, “The whole dark and mysterious man walking at night in a black suit and looking up at the moon?”

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at what she said. “I guess I do look suspicious, don’t I?”

“You could be either a vampire or a serial killer?...and this is New Orleans, so the most likely choice is vampire.” 

Impressed by her deduction skills, he nodded his head and let go of some of the neutrality from his face, showing her such a handsome smile, that even in the dark the woman couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it for a second. “You are correct, miss...”

“(Y/N),” she introduced herself, giving him her hand for a handshake. “And you’re Elijah, right?”

Once again, impressed by the woman, he gently held her hand and instead of shaking it like she intended him to do, he placed a sensual kiss on the back of it, making her heart begin to beat faster and making her face feel hot.

“How do you know who I am, (Y/N),” he asked lifting his head from her hand, and looking into her eyes. “You seem to already know who I am-”

“You’re the only original...hell, only vampire that wears a suit constantly and looks and walks with suave and class. It’s not that hard to recognize you even if we’ve never met before.”

Nodding his head at her, he let go of her hand and looked back up at the moon, trying his best not to show that her intelligence was impressing him and making him slightly blush. “You know of my family,.. so you know of my brother, Niklaus?”

“Definitely,” she answered quickly, “I’m sure plenty of people in the Quarter know about him. He makes himself veeerrry known.”

It was from there that they began having the weirdest and yet fascinating conversation that Elijah had had in a while, especially with someone who wasn’t trying to murder him and his family. (Y/N) didn’t reveal that much about herself to him, only telling him that she had been in New Orleans for a long while and had family there. Elijah didn’t mind this though. All he wanted was to hear her voice and look at her beautiful face. 

"What made you so mad anyway?" (Y/N) asked him, squinting her eyes at him in curiosity.

Elijah let out a sigh at the question, hating to think about his brother, and how he has to return to see him again. “Niklaus,” was all he said.

“Oh,” she nodded her head in understanding, looking at him in amusement. “I’ve heard you and your family fight a lot...like a lot-lot.”

“Yes. I caught him in the middle of devising another scheme that will most definitely end in countless bloodshed. His scheming never ends.”

“I’m sorry.” 

He turned his head towards her and saw her (E/C) eyes looking at him with sympathy, and he felt himself beginning to blush again. Beautiful, he thought, quickly turning his gaze back to the moon, hoping she didn’t notice his blushing.

“It’s quite alright, (Y/N). I’ve dealt with him for a long time now. I’ve gotten quite used to it by now. Tonight, my patience had become thin, thinner than it usually is with him.”

“Sorry, your brother’s been an asshole for so long. Thankfully your other siblings’ not like that, right?”

“Yeah,” Elijah chuckled. He suddenly thought about Kol, Rebekah, and Freya and how they were back at the compound and have no other choice but to deal with Klaus and his wrath after their argument. Then his mind went to Hayley and Hope and how they would probably be in another room somewhere, probably Hope’s room, trying to ignore the yelling and arguing of his siblings. If I’m gone any longer, there’ll be absolute chaos, he realized. He looked back to the woman beside him and saw that she was still looking at him. Her gaze made him blush harder, but he ignored it and stood up from the bench.

“I’m terribly sorry (Y/N), but I must leave,” he apologized, straightening his suit and checking for any dirt from the bench. “I fear my siblings will not last long without me there.”

“That’s alright,” she smiled up at him. “It was nice talking to you, Elijah.”

“It was nice talking to you as well, (Y/N),” he told her. He noticed that she was still sitting down and frowned. “Would you like me to walk you home? I hate to leave you here by your lonesome.”

“I’m good. I can take care of myself. You get home to your siblings. Hopefully we’ll meet again.”

“Hopefully.” He smiled at her one last time, before turning around and leaving the park. The whole way back to the compound he kept thinking about (Y/N) and wondered if he would ever see her again. He really hoped he would.