#elijah mikaelson drabble

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POPTARTS | E.M.

word count: 1k

warnings: just that idk how I feel about this, oh and also like some casual conversations about blood and vampires and murder and whatnot, eating

summary: elijah stocking up the cabinets with all of your favourite snacks

"I'm starving," you groaned, as you and Elijah walked into the kitchen, his arm still snaked around your waist, blazer around your shoulders, lips against your temple as he kissed you briskly.

"Leave it to Niklaus to ruin our dinner plans," he noted and you smiled, pouting slightly as he let you go, moving to get the wine glasses from the cabinet, slow in choosing a bottle, trying to decide what best fit the mood.

"He always does this, you know..." you kicked your shoes off, though you felt you'd spent too much time picking them out to be abandoning them so quickly. "Truly, couldn't you ask your brother to keep his death threats until after they served the main course," he breathed a laugh at that, looking over from where he'd finally found what he deemed the perfect wine, amused as you twirled around the island in the center of the kitchen, always in a world of your own.

"I'll have a word with him when he comes back," he promised, stealing one more lingering glance before pouring the glasses midway, walking over to the island to cage you in, a shy smile finding your lips as you looked up at him. "Did I get a chance to tell you how marvelous you looked tonight?" you took a glass from his hand, humming both in acknowledgement of his question and at the sweet taste of the wine as it settled on your tongue.

"I believe you tried to do so right before Klaus jumped onto a table to make a dramatic proclamation," you noted and habitually grabbed his shoulder for support as he hoisted you onto the counter, careful, efficient, not even spilling a drop in the process, raising a brow when you didn't let go, tugging his collar back into place. "And then again before you broke that rogue vampire's neck for spilling blood on my shoes," he was the one to hum, a guilty sound, the reminder a silent reprimand from you even if you didn't point it out. "And then again when you insisted on coming home instead of stopping at the corner store to get me poptarts."

"You could've simply said yes," he tutted and though you were happy for the little moment with him, you were still hungry, feeling slightly grumpy for looking forward to a fancy dinner and then having to come home to nothing. "And you know that if we went to that store we'd have left with bags full of candy, not just poptarts," he was right, you knew, he knew, but hell if you'd admit that out loud.

He pulled away too suddenly, leaving you with a frown as he moved to one of the cupboards, not even trying to ignore the way your frown twisted into a delighted smile when he opened it to reveal boxes of poptarts flavours and other snacks you'd on many occasions begged him for in the middle of the night.

"What flavour?" he asked very casually, pulling a clean plate from the drying rack hovering next to the sink, a knowing grin, an arrogant grin if he'd ever held one, on his pink lips.

"Surprise me," and he did, making a great show of hiding the wrapper from you, giving you one as is and slipping the other into the toaster, satisfied when you sighed happily at the first bite. "Cherry," you concluded and he nodded, as if proud you'd guessed, as if it was some big mystery. "Sweet, like the wine."

"I take the pairing process very seriously, you shouldn't be so surprised," he informed you and took the hot pastry when it jumped out, placing it in the plate with a little thud, holding said plate under your hand to keep you from messing on your dress. You offered him a bite of the one in your hand, thumb brushing a sprinkle from his cupid's bow and of course he stole the opportunity to kiss your finger, then your palm, all the way up to your wrist until you giggled at the feeling. "You look ravishing tonight, my love," and he nibbled, it was a daring thing, so close to your pulse, teasing himself just as much as he was teasing you.

"Slow down there mister," you shook your head, faux disapproval as you took another bite, not even bothered by the bit of icing that fell onto your lap. "Poptarts first, more of that later."

"Ahh, priorities," he agreed, moving both your wine glasses out of the way, content to wait, to watch, appreciate you in your little bubble of bliss.

[thatfanficstuff]

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Angry

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

When you broke up with Elijah Mikaelson you'd expected many things from him. Disappointment, irritation or maybe even indifference. What you hadn't expected was his anger.

He didn't yell or argue, he simply narrowed his eyes and walked away. Every time he saw you after that he stared with a clenched jaw and sharp gaze. No words had been spoken between you since that night three weeks ago.

Now you were spending the evening with his siblings at Nik's request. After an hour or two, Elijah disappeared. Once you noticed, you rolled your eyes. Really. The man was a thousand years old and was acting like a toddler. Frankly you were tired of it.

"I'll be back," you told the hybrid.

He smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Take all the time in the world, love. None of us are going anywhere anytime soon."

You shook your head and left the room to head to Elijah's personal library. It was technically his study but there were far too many books for it to be anything other than a library.

You stepped into the room without knocking and shut the door behind you.

Elijah stood at one of the windows with a drink in his hand and his back turned toward you. "Why are you here?" he asked after a long beat of silence.

"Why are you so angry?"

His head snapped in your direction with a look of confusion on his face. "You can't be serious."

You arched a brow and shrugged.

His long strides ate up the space between you until he was standing right in front of you. "Perhaps you recall the ending of our relationship."

"Of course, but I don't see why you are upset about it. It's not as if you were invested in the relationship. I needed more. I told you that." What you didn't say is that you were head over heels in love with the man in front of you. That you had cried for weeks before finally ending the relationship.

Sure, he called you his girlfriend. He bought you trinkets and spent time with you when he could be bothered. And that was the problem. You were an afterthought. A woman that filled a role and the space by his side when he needed to keep up appearances. And it wasn't enough for you. Not anymore.

He pointed at you with the hand holding his glass. "Not invested? You think I wasn't invested?"

You just looked at him, uncertain what answer he was looking for.

He sighed and set his glass down on the table beside him. "This. This is why I am angry." He studied the floor for a moment before looking back up at you. "I am angry with myself for ever making you feel that way."

You sucked in a little breath, surprised at his words. He gave a sad smile and stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His hands cupped your face as he looked you over.

"You are the center of my universe. My entire being revolves around you and I am devastated for ever letting you believe that it doesn't." He licked his lips as his eyes darted down to yours before looking back up. "Please, please, come back to me and let me love you the way you deserve."

You saw nothing but sincerity in his eyes. "I love you so much, Elijah. But I can't do this if you don't love me the same. No more pushing me away. I won't survive the heartbreak a second time."

His lips pressed against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. After a long moment, he pulled back only to lay his forehead against yours. "I swear to you, I will never give you reason to doubt me again."

A/N: so this turned out way longer than expected.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Part of the Action

poly!mikaelsons x human!reader

summary: you're about to be left out of yet another mikaelson plan, when an accidental mix-up happens that might convince them to let you help them. OR, you prove that you've got a lot more fire than the mikaelsons give you credit for.

tags: plotting, blood drinking

word count: 720

You lay across the couch as Klaus goes over his plan for the third time. Your legs are in Kol’s lap, while your head is in Rebekah’s. As he strokes his finger along your thigh, she’s playing with your hair, and none of you are paying much attention to the hybrid. Elijah’s trying his best to listen to his brother, but he’s consumed by a jealousy of not being able to touch you while his siblings do that makes him deaf to the plan. 

“So I’ll need one of you to distract Damon, another to distract Stefan, and-” Klaus pauses, “are any of you idiots listening to me?”

Four pairs of eyes immediately snap up to him. 

“Could you stop petting the girl for one minute so you can tune into my plan for world domination?”

“She’s just so soft, Niklaus,” Rebekah whines, digging her hands into your scalp sweetly.

“Yes, I know, but this is important.”

“So is taking time to relax and love on our little girl.”

He sighs, then looks at you expectantly. You’re only able to fight his gaze for a minute before surrendering. Both Kol and Bekah argue as you move to be sitting in between them, not touching either of them. 

“Thank you, love. Now, this is the plan. One of you distracts Damon, another distracts Stefan. I grab Elena. Y/N, you stay here, because you are not getting caught in any crossfire-”

“Why do you never let me help?”

“Pardon?”

“Why do I always have to sit out when you guys are acting out on plans? I can help. I want to help.”

“We will not risk you getting hurt, baby. It is imperative that you stay here where you’re safe,” Elijah speaks for them all. 

“If I get hurt, you can just heal me! I want to help!”

“No, Y/N. That is an order. You stay here.”

“I can’t be here all the time while you’re always fighting. What if you get hurt?”

“We will heal.”

“Well you can heal me.”

“Love, it’s a no. Now stop fighting the matter before it results in punishment.”

You glare at the two eldest brothers, but then drop your gaze and pout.

Kol immediately leans over to whisper, “we love you too much for you to get hurt, darling. Yes, we can heal you, but there’s still so much risk.”

“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll stay back. Again.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. 

Klaus continues plotting. “I’ll only need Elena for a second, so you all only need to distract them for a little bit. Just long enough for me to make my point.”

You zone out while he talks, knowing there’s no use in listening anyway since you’re on the outs. At some point, Elijah sets his wine glass on the coffee table to stand up to talk to Klaus. Your eyes focus on it. I’m in desperate need of some wine to deal with this shit again, you think, ‘Lijah won’t mind if I steal a sip. 

In one quick motion, you reach for the glass and bring it to your lips. 

He spins around at the sound of movement, eyes immediately going wide. “Baby, that’s not wine. Put it-”

Too late. You take a big sip of the liquid. It’s already in your mouth by the time you realize it’s blood. It shocks you for a second; Elijah’s not usually one to drink blood from wine glasses - that’s usually Kol. But as it sits in your mouth, you find yourself enjoying the taste. It’s thick, oozy, and something about it makes you feel powerful. Like what once was someone’s life force is now being consumed by you. 

In one gulp, you swallow it. It’s heavy down your throat and bubbles in your stomach. The taste lingers on your lips, stained red from its color. 

You set the glass down and lie back on the couch, but not without swiping your tongue across your lips first. “What?” You question the four siblings staring at you. They’re all speechless, yet the longer you look, the more you recognize the love and lust in their eyes. 

Klaus is the first to break the silence. “Well, judging by that, maybe our beautiful and bloodthirsty girl is ready to be a part of the action.”

[train-wrecc]

– “ DATING NIKLAUS MIKAELSON “ HEADCANON's

niklaus mikaelson x human!female!reader –

warnings!: kidnapping, blood, murder, somewhat stalkerish tendencies mentioned?

word count: 2.03k requested by: @catmikaelson20

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Klaus had noticed your arrival in New Orleans straight away, after all, it was his city, and he was the King of it, or so he liked to think.

Something about your piercing eyes which were always filled with curiosity and wonder as you wandered the city full of supernaturals, had caught his attention.

The city could get windy at times and he loved watching as you made your way through the French Quarter, your shiny locks swinging in the wind.

Klaus had thought he had been very stealthy, however, he was not. 

You’d always find him not too far from you, lurking in the shadows, it really should’ve creeped you out that some hybrid had been following you albeit it was the opposite.

You found it comforting in a way, knowing someone was always looking out for you.

Elijah, knew you were Klaus's current infatuation, so after a few months of suffering and having to watch Niklaus practically stalk you, he had decided he would introduce himself to you, seeing as he’d seen you around as well.

You thought it was by chance that you’d run into the Elijah Mikaelson, however, it was not. Elijah had figured out your routine and purposely ran into you on your daily stop at the cafe you had been working at. 

Elijah hurriedly walked into the cafe after you had been in there for 10 minutes, as he had seen you talking to your coworkers. You had accidentally spilled your coffee all over his crisp suit, your face besmirched with nothing other than horror. 

Your mouth had been agape, before you had finally shaken out of your daze, “Oh my god, I am so sorry! I swear you came out of nowhere, here, let me help you.” You quickly rambled.

“Don’t worry about it, I didn’t much care for this suit anyways,” He assured you, as you frantically patted napkins against the material of the suit in an attempt to dry it.

He placed his hand against yours to stop you, “It’s quite alright…” He said, waiting for you to fill in your name for him.

“Y/n, you’re the infamous Elijah Mikaelson,” You responded.

“Indeed, I am, Y/n.” He said, a charming smile on his face.

“You Mikaelsons are awfully famous around here… huh,”

“Yes, our family has some history in New Orleans, we practically built the city,”

“Wow, here, let me buy you a coffee or something to make up for your destroyed suit, although I’m sure it costs much more than a 5-dollar coffee,” You laughed.

“Well, I’ll gladly take the coffee,”

The both of you had settled into a conversation, as you strolled about the Quarter.

Elijah had been telling you all about the supernatural history of New Orleans, seeing as you had told him you knew about vampires, wolves, and witches, including how you knew he and his family were the Originals.

You had gestured to your vervain ring, as you had explained your numerous encounters with various supernatural beings.

You had even gotten talking about hobbies, and how you quite enjoyed writing, which had prompted a proposal from Elijiah, “It’s quite interesting that you mention that, my brother Niklaus is in desperate need of an editor or typist, he’s got a few things in the works, I’m sure he’d love your assistance.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I’d be much help,”

“I assure you he’d deeply appreciate it, and I’m sure you’re quite the novelist yourself,” He sang your praises, and you gave in.

When you first met Niklaus he tried to keep his guard up around you, trying to come off as intimidating, however, his plan had backfired.

“Y’know sometimes when I walk through the quarter, for some reason, I just feel eyes on me, like someone’s watching me, hiding in the shadows. Do you ever feel like that?” You’d told the hybrid. 

His face slightly twitched before he quickly hid it with a smirk on his full lips, “Love, I’m Niklaus Mikaelson, I’ve always got eyes on me, I have an exponential amount of enemies that’d love to get me when I’m vulnerable.”

The more time the two of you spent together, the more you somehow broke down the hybrid’s concrete walls.

Niklaus may have been stubborn, but so were you.

“Niklaus, you’re writing is exceptional, you don’t need my help, so why do you insist that I help you edit your work?”

“Love, my writing is exceptional because you edit it.”

“Nonsense. You know, with the amount of time we spend together, you’d think I’d know more about you, I mean I feel like you practically know everything about me…”

Eventually, Niklaus opened up to you about everything, from the years of abuse he suffered at the hand of his father, to his deep fear of abandonment, how he’d always felt odd due to being a “bastard” child.

You knew Nik had flaws, however there was something about him that pulled you in, maybe it was his dedication to his family and their long promise of always and forever.

It was something you wish your family had, that kind of closeness, that no matter what they did, you’d always go back to each other, however, your family was far from that.

From his insistent paranoia to his anger issues, you’d still fallen for him.

Secretly he felt the same, your outer and inner beauty, kindness, and caring personality had made him wrapped around your finger.

He desperately tried to hide it but failed.

Whenever you’d leave, he’d insist on taking you home, to ensure you’d made it safely, as well as insisting you texted him when you were safely inside your apartment.

Eventually, it came to the point where you’d see each other every day, Niklaus often stopping by your work for a cup of his usual coffee. It had gotten to the point where your coworkers had thought he was your boyfriend, which you’d always deny. 

However, there was a twinge in your heart that deeply wanted a relationship with the infamous hybrid.

Everyone could see that you both were head over heels in love with each other but the two of you, whenever anyone said anything you both denied what was right in front of you.

“You’ve truly lost your mind, Rebekah, there’s no way she feels any sort of way for me. She’s too kind. Too pure.”

“Yeah right, like Klaus Mikaelson has feelings for me!” You had laughed.

What finally changed the dynamic of your relationship was when you had been kidnapped by one of Klaus’s enemies.

You had been held hostage and tortured for days, before Klaus finally found you in the abandoned warehouse.

He had torn up the city looking for you, whilst threatening witches to do locator spells for him.

When he came to rescue you, you watched as he murdered your captors in cold blood.

He freed you from the ropes which held you, blood besmirching his face and clothes, as his eyes that glowed yellow returned to their usual blue color.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, clinging to you as he muttered various apologies, from being sorry for getting you kidnapped to having to see him end your captor's lives.

You simply gave him a weak smile, hands on his face, you wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth before smashing your lips against his.

He returned the kiss with fervor, before pulling away.

He opened his eyes, “We shouldn’t start this, Y/n, I don’t want to endanger you any more than I already have.”

After that Niklaus had kept his distance from you, however, returned to keeping an eye on you from the shadows.

You had had enough.

You had stormed into the compound yelling and demanding Klaus to come out. Once you had you’d told him off about how he had no right to decide what was best for you, seeing as you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

“Who are you to decide what’s best for me Klaus?! I am in love with you and I don’t care if that put’s me in danger!”

It felt like hours had passed as you and Niklaus shouted back and forth, voices echoing throughout the compound for Rebekah and Elijah to hear.

Somehow Klaus had come to the realization that you were more stubborn than him. He murmured a “Bloody hell,” before he shut you up with a kiss.

From then on, you and Klaus had begun dating.

You and Klaus were inseparable.

He always wanted to be near you, in order to protect you, and if he couldn’t he’d order Elijah, Rebekah, Marcel, or someone to guard you when he couldn’t.

He’d constantly surprise you with random gifts such as flowers, “Just because,”.

Klaus would always spoil you, and always insist that he pay for everything, “Love, you’re a queen, and deserve to be treated like it.”

Taking you on random dates, spontaneous trips.

Not long after you began dating, you’d moved into the compound, Klaus no longer wanting you to be living in your apartment by yourself.

Depending on your hair type: Nik would learn how to braid, after you’d complain about your arms aching after having finished doing your own box braids or cornrows /// having to braid your hair before you sleep so you wouldn’t get split ends or tangles in the morning.

He’d always deny it but he secretly loved cuddling, especially when he was the small spoon.

Constantly having to be touching you, whether it be an arm around your waist, his palm against your thigh, holding hands.

Learning to cook your favorite meal.

Waking up each morning to your favorite morning drink on your bedside table.

Catching him watching you as you applied your makeup, “I can’t help it, love, it’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.”

Always wanting your attention, “Love, are you listening to me?” 

“Of course, I am, lovey.”

Needing to have one of your AirPods in, so he could listen to your music as well.

Countless nights where the both of you would just stay up talking about anything and everything.

If you wear glasses/contacts, he’d love when you wore your glasses over your contacts.

Whenever you would do some self-care such as face masks, he’d always want to participate as well, “Darling, just because I’m an immortal hybrid doesn’t mean that I don’t need to take care of my skin, I mean this isn’t just immortality, it’s SPF as well.”

Whenever he was stressed he’d love it when you’d play with his hair, it always soothed him and melted his stress.

When he’s upset he’d take some time to himself not wanting to lash out at you.

You and Rebekah were the best of friends and loved teasing Klaus together.

You’d eventually learn that Elijah had set you up, because Klaus had never really been looking for an editor or typist.

“Elijah! I can’t believe this,” You laughed.

Whenever Nik would wake up from a nightmare, you’d be right there for him, placing soothing kisses on his shoulder to comfort him.

You would be the first to say the L word, it had been after you and Nik had been dating for almost a year. 

You always knew you had strong feelings for Nik, however, they were really brought to light when you’d gotten extremely sick, and Nik spent every day at your bedside taking care of you.

You had been slightly delirious but you meant every word.

Nik had been laying next to you, the both of you facing each other after he had just made you your favorite soup.

Your hand reached for his own, clasping it. His blue eyes met your own, “I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.”

It had left him slightly shocked, his mouth slightly agape, before a large dimpled grin spread across his face, “I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.”

You both loved each other immensely and would do anything for each other.

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A/N: Idk how to feel about this…

[nerdie-faerie]

TVDu was all 'family is really important to the Mikaelsons, they have a whole saying about it' only to turn around and be like oh yeah that only applies to three of the siblings though !?! what!!?! how dare you!!

[witchcraftandgeekness]

Elijah tried to be patient and peaceful. He did his best to not descent on the same level as his brats of the siblings, he truly did. But he can restrict himself no more.

The taste for vengence is rooted deeply in his nature, he drank it in with mother's milk.

Elijah couldn't believe that these buffoons had him so worked up for such trivial reasons but the traditions of his Norman ancestry demand him to avenge the disgrace that was set upon him.

Each of them will pay sevenfold, for every damned paintball stain left on his favourite suit. From now on, Elijah had set his foot on the silly (but nonetheless honourable) path of paintball war. The poor idiots will suffer for such daring act of property damage. Elijah shan't show them any mercy.

[elejah-wonderland]

elejah_au

Divination

_fanfic au

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"You see - New Orleans or famously The Big Easy is not your ordinary city. Nor this Police Department. You see, those two detectives - Gilbert and Mikaelson -they bring monsters and unholy creatures to justice. At best of times I don't know how they manage to go to sleep each night and wake up each morning. It's numbed normalcy, they say. Self-inflicted detachment." Camille O'Connell, the Police Chief said to the FBI Agent Stefan Salvatore. "So, you can suck it up. Work with them or without them - I don't care. But I'm not taking them off the case."

The Agent looked at the Police Chief tilting his head curiously.

Meanwhile, in the French Quarter

"I wonder if Mercedes will help us this time?" Elijah said to his partner before entering the Magic Shop.

Elena just raised her eyebrows wordlessly following the vampire in.

"Now, kisa mwen ka fè pou ou detektif?" Mercedes Lézare said. "We don't have the key to the divination you're looking for."

"And how do you know what we are looking for?" Elijah said in a very patient low voice not looking at the witch.

"Li nan mond lespri a kounye a. Epi ou pa ka antre nan li, vanpir." Mercedes said in her native tongue.

"I may not be able to enter the spirit world, but you know that detective Gilbert can." Elijah turned to the witch.

The witch gulped, sighing inwardly. She knew that the doppelganger was a Shadow dweller.

"Leave me out of this. You go to Papa Oba and get to the Underworld." Mercedes said, clutching her emerald amulet as she stepped back.

"Papa Oba is nowhere to be found." Elena said calmly. "And you know that. My father was a demon and I am a Shadow dweller, but I don't hurt people. You don't have to be afraid of me."

"You are an Omen. And I will always be beware of you - fè nwa."

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Reflection

Elijah meets his aunt and hates what he sees.

It’s like examining a twisted mirror.

When i give my word i keep it.

It makes a horrible sort of sense meeting her, the woman who had broken their family before he was born. The one mother had loved first, and betrayed first because he has learnt his mother’s love comes with pain and betrayal.

Dark hair, dark eyes, sharp features and cold intelligence.

I’m a man of my word. 

I make a deal, I keep a deal.

All his life he had thought it was his dead older sister that had damaged his mother’s heart so she couldn’t wholly love him, but no it wasn’t his sister’s absence he reminded her of, it was her own.

Dahlia smiles at him like she knows him and he hates he can almost feel the expression on his own face, hates he knows the pull of those muscles.

He hates her most, he thinks not just because of her threat to Hope, not because she stole his sister and left him to live in the shadow of her grief.

He hates her because it’s so much easier when he already hates himself.

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabble: Yandere Elijah Mikealson- The Gentleman

The first time Elijah had seen you it was like magic. In the oddest of senses, he wasn't a fan of witches. Having a sister for one was a great source of help when finding Klaus.

Only when he saw you did he realize he didn't need to find anyone or anything else in his long life anymore. He had only come back to find his brother. That was the only goal when he first arrived in New Orleans. Finding your beautiful face and charming attitude wasn't at all.

He would have still gravitated towards you if he had not noticed the way you floated around the streets. He could hear your heart pumping as he followed behind, not close, but far in your crowd of tourists.

"Do you need anything, sir?" You asked him. Your voice was sweet as honey, and it made Elijah think of everything he could do to hear it again. "Oh, darlin' I was just following along with your voice.

Elijah had always been a flirt and had always had a way with words. Been able to make people see the right way with words unlike his younger half-brother Klaus.

Y/n was never sure how she ended up being the only thing that Elijah saw, but she had and she lived in glory. Elijah spoiled the shit out of them. "Babydoll, what do you want today?" He'd ask them as they floated around the streets.

He had rules of course. Rules that kept you safe 'These rules aren't here to hinder what you do on a daily basic love. Just here to protect you when I'm not here, yes." You shake your head like a little child being told a story.

They were rules that were not hard to follow, but anyone else that wasn't in your dynamic might think that your boyfriend was being a little controlling.

Rule #1 Stay at my side whenever we go out. If you want to do something you ask and we can go.

Rule #2 You get good sleep, and you eat well. I don't need my baby getting sick or feeling bad because you aren't taking care of themselves

Rule #3 When someone touches or hurts you in any way, you tell me immediately. No need to keep secrets from me.

You always floated around with the rules in your head. You never found them to be controlling. You just always thought that Elijah was being protective and supportive of you in every single way.

Elijah had fallen in love with you that day he saw you in the streets of New Orleans. He hadn't just fallen in love with the idea of loving you. Elijah had fallen in love with you, and he had taken you in his heart and loved you with everything he had. Made you his in so many ways.

That was all before you had said a single word to him.

Elijah loved to give you gifts. It was one of his ways of showing his love. Whatever his darling wanted they got. Whatever you needed you got. If you loved reading and books he has a whole room built for you to read and sit in a cozy space. If you loved cooking then the kitchen was turned around on a dime to make the space perfect and usable in every sense.

Covering your eyes he'd walk behind you slowly and closer to your destination you'd get. "Elijah, where are you taking me?" You ask, voice a little nervous and timid as always. It drove Elijah crazy how you were his all of the time. "Just a little gift I had made for you darling." Elijah would say simply.

He'd take you to the space, and uncover your eyes. You stand there in shock. Turning to look at your handsome boyfriend. "Elijah you didn't… you are amazing… I love you so much." Hugging and kissing him all over the place. Elijah basked in the joy of your kisses and appreciation. He loved that you depended on him so much.

There was something else that Elijah loved even more than giving you gifts. He loved making you cum, he loved seeing your face control as he gave you the best pleasure of your life. Elijah loved the feeling of you grasping harder and tighter around him, as you dig your blunt nails into his back. He loved that you always left marks on him because he did the same thing to you.

"Fuck Elijah!"… "God Elijah you're… fuck you're so good to me." You'd mumble as he gave you everything that you asked for. Sheets damp and sticking to both of you. "Oh sweet thing, you're the best thing in my life. I love you so much" Sweet nothings whispered between the two of you.

And after, he grabs you a glass of water. Lay down with you on his chest as he combed through your hair with ease. He'd listen to your calming breathing before you fall asleep on top of his chest.

That was his favorite thing. Knowing and feeling that you were right there. Safe in his arms and he'd never let you go not for anyone not even for him half brother.

Completed on: 04/09/23

Posted on: 04/15/23

The Originals-

[umaficwriter]

Elijah opened his mouth but averted from speaking. Katherine turned around and paced to the exit, their end was long overdue and the Original’ silence was confirmation enough.

“How do you expect me to? You don’t let me in, Katerina! You change your version, your lines, your schemes every time I come closer to figure you out, to help you!”

“I don’t need it!”

Elijah half smiled, hurt

“Me? Well, certainly you don’t, never did and never will, if that’s the case, why am I still here right? Why are you still here? Run away, that’s your speciality, after all,”

Katherine turned around and marched to his face, her right hand slapping a loud sound when it encountered his cheek.

“Don’t you dare to blame me over your family shit over the milenia you live! I’ve lost everything! Because of you!” She almost screamed, her eyes full of images tears, she wasn’t going to cry in front of him.

“And I’ve lost you!” He exclaimed holding her wrist down staring inside her eyes “that was everything to me!”

“Then why did you never ceased to chase me?” Her chocolate eyes looking for answers, never leaving his

“I didn’t want it to be over, if I let you be… I- I… Katerina I can’t get way from you,”

“And why you never told me that?” She whispered, her temple finding his mouth, she closed her eyes shut not to cry

“You wouldn’t believe me if I did…” he shushed back, his arms crossing around her middle, as his lips kissed the crown of her head, his chocolate pools now closed as he felt the scent of her, that probably would be the last time.

“We’re not good for each other… we have too much history, and most of it is rotten,” her voice came shaken

“This sounds a lot like a goodbye to me,” the Original whispered

Katherine peaked herself out of him and padded her eyes, took a deep breath and finally, looked into his glistening eyes.

“I wish we were better,”

“Please, don’t,” he begged trying to take a step in her direction, she took another backwards.

“I truly… but we are each others anchor, ‘Lijah…” she ignored the streams down her face.

“Let me hold you one last time…”

“To touch you, it’ll be the same as loving you, and I don’t want to anymore,”

The seconds stopped as they stared at the other. Two lovers unspoken-ly saying their goodbyes forevermore.

“My lord,” she choked, turning on her heels and walking away, closing the heavy door, without looking back.

She was making herself free.

Or maybe that was the illusion she chose to believe in.

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Klaroline + meeting in a bar + baroline friendship

So, I know I said I would post chapter 8 to Evolution next, but I got this ask and I couldn’t resist writing this.

I know, I know, I'm incorrigible.

This is like my mid-exam stress relief.

One of the lines I've used in this is an iconic one from Grey’s Anatomy, but I couldn’t resist putting it in here. I love that line, and it just seemed to perfect to not use.

This takes place when Klaus is in Mystic falls trying to break his curse, and he meets Caroline under slightly different circumstances.

Disclaimer: I own neither Grey's Anatomy nor TVD.

Enjoy!

XXX

Mystic Falls looked so peaceful in the winter.

It always had, with its quaint small-town personality, then and a thousand years ago. Of course, then it had been a Viking village, and it had looked as peaceful as Viking villages were.

And now, the only problem was it wasn’t winter, it was summer, and it was hot.

So hot, in fact, Klaus had been contemplating scrapping the whole plan with the doppelganger to just retire to the Swiss Alps and live in peace.

Well, in reality, that was Rebekah’s plan, he had just approved of it slightly.

He, Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah were back in Mystic Falls, something they had thought they’d never do, to break his curse and unlock his werewolf side. Rebekah had not been pleased when she had heard of the location, whereas Klaus had been exasperatedly amused.

Of course he’d have to go to the place where he was bound to unlock the curse. How fitting.

And he was not leaving simply because of a temperature problem.

Kol had been off radar for the past two years, occasionally resurfacing for a call or two to let them know he was alright. Rebekah took her trips, but always came back within a month or two, and where Klaus went Elijah went.

Finn, on the other hand…well, thank god for silver daggers.

He already had his sights on the doppelganger, and already had plans for her two so-called boyfriends. They were more like bodyguards, and honestly, didn’t they ever let her think for herself or make her own decisions? Feminism was a thing, and people said he was old.

Which he was, but that wasn’t the point.

Mystic Falls had lost its abundance of witch covens, now only having four or five lying in the background. So far, he knew of only three, a grandmother, mother, and a daughter, the grandmother now dead and the mother MIA. The daughter wasn’t strong enough to cater to the spells of his needs, so of course he had to take extra measures and find a new witch after his had been murdered by the werewolf boy.

Irritating fucker. He had had plans for the boy, planning to make him his very first hybrid after he broke his curse, but now he just held a very strong dislike for the boy for pushing back his plans. He was contemplating using him as the werewolf sacrifice in the ritual, and he already had the doppelganger, now he just needed to find a vampire.

Which, ironically, Mystic Falls was full of.

He had heard from Kol that there was a coven or two on the outskirts of Mystic Falls and he and Elijah were currently in a skeevy looking bar, nursing a glass or two, on the eye out for witches.

“Niklaus, I fail to understand why you think you could find powerful beings such as witches in a place like…this,” Elijah said distastefully, picking at a spot on his coat.

“Come now, brother, you do realize that witches aren’t the purest of souls on the planet, do you not? You do recall the uprising in 1478?”

“We both know that was Kol’s fault,” Elijah pointed out immediately.

Klaus smirked. “Indeed.” He motioned to the bartender to get them another round, then shook his head in amusement when Elijah let out an offended sniff. “Really, Elijah, the liquor’s not that bad, must you always—”

He broke off as he realized that Elijah was in fact, not looking at the bartender, but instead at a pair of girls who had just walked inside the bar.

One of them, the shorter one, was giggling drunkenly and waving her arms around in the air, her dark hair flying around her as she whirled around on the spot, a feather boa wrapped around her neck. Elijah stared at her disapprovingly, his attention fixed on the way she immediately stumbled over to the bar and ordered a round of shots.

“That kind of alcohol is not good for the system,” Elijah said sniffily.

But Klaus wasn’t focusing on him; hell, he had stopped looking at him a few seconds ago.

A very ravishing looking blonde had just followed her friend into the bar, nearly toppling over in her high heels in her haste to get to the bartender. She was just as drunk as her friend, tapping her on her shoulder and whispering something in her ear, then giggling when the brunette eagerly nodded. She promptly turned to the deadbeat live band playing a few sad 1970s tunes (who obviously didn’t know that the 1960s and 1990s were the better decades in which western music was composed, the idiots) and snatched the microphone from the singer. Either the boy was too tired to take it back or had just given up on getting the crowd to listen.

“Folks!” the girl cried out, and even though her speech was slurred, Klaus noticed she had a musical lilt to her voice. “Gather round, because my very good friend Betty—”

“Bonnie!” the brunette shouted drunkenly, swaying on her feet.

“Yeah, Bennie,” the blonde girl said, then turned back to the microphone, “anyway, she's just had a really bad breakup, so she’s just looking for something to cheer her up, okay? I mean, the guy fucking cheated on her, okay, and that is so not okay. Right?”

The crowd was silent, so the blonde indignantly huffed. “Right?”

The people surrounding him nodded readily, and she grinned, and Klaus couldn’t help but smile at her antics.

“Yeah, so anyway, she’s just very, very, very, sad right now, aren’t you, Binnie?”

“Mm hm,” the other girl—Bonnie, if Klaus remembered correctly—said distractedly, already making eyes at a boy across the room. “Yep, whatever you say, Care.”

Care? What kind of a name was Care?

Well, modern people did like strange names nowadays. Really, what kind of a name was Harry Styles?

“Is anyone single here?” the girl asked loudly, and a few patrons raised their hands, and she nodded. “Great. So, just hook up with Bessie, and you can just leave in the morning, please and thank you. I'm Caroline Forbes, so you can personally thank me for giving you a chance of a lifetime, cause hooking up with Betty is great. At least, that’s what she says.”

Caroline. Her name was Caroline.

A fine name, if he thought so himself.

Elijah huffed irritably next to him, and Klaus laughed. “Oh, let it go, Elijah. Not every person is as sophisticated as you are.”

Elijah shifted on his seat, delicately sipping his bourbon, making a face at the taste. “I thought we were here to look for the Bennett witch’s daughter, Niklaus.”

“We are,” said Klaus, his eyes still fixed on the blonde girl—Caroline—watching her as she climbed up onto the surface of a table. The deadbeat band had resumed their efforts in entertaining the crowd again, this time with slightly more gusto. Caroline was dancing on the table top as a few dozen people around her clapped, a few even cheering when she did a sort of dip and her skirt rode up a few inches. Klaus felt his mouth go dry as her thighs were exposed, and his head nearly exploded when he thought he saw a flash of pink lace in the air.

“Niklaus, don’t stare,” Elijah sad grumpily. “It’s unbecoming.”

“Yes, well,” Klaus smirked, regaining his composure, “so is dancing on a table top in the middle of a bar which I'm pretty sure hasn’t been washed in at least a decade.”

“Hooligans,” Elijah sniffed. “The lot of them.”

But Klaus wasn’t paying attention; he had gotten up and walked over to where Caroline was dancing. Her blonde hair was flying around her face, and she immediately tripped when she stuck one leg in front of the other in the hope of doing some weird modern hip hop move, probably.

She fell down, her arms in the air, and it was only due to Klaus’s vampire reflexes that he manged to swerve through the crowd and catch her.

Caroline groaned. “You know, this is the first time I have ever had a movie moment and no one’s even there to see it. Great.”

“Oh, I assure you, love, a conversation with me would be better than any movie you’ve ever watched.”

She snorted. “Very smooth, buddy. I'm impressed.” She stuck out a hand and smiled slightly. “Caroline. You?”

“I'm Kl—” he started, then broke off when he noticed a very familiar stone on her hand.

Vampire.

He smiled. If this girl was a vampire she could very easily be an ally of the Salvatores and the doppelganger, and he did not want any disturbance or any information getting to them.

And this girl really was lovely, it would be a shame to kill her.

He gave her a smile that was all teeth. “Nik,” he said, and shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you, love.”

She immediately withdrew her hand, and raised an eyebrow at him. “You're a vampire.”

Well, this was a surprising turn of events.

“I could say the same for you, love,” he said, nodding towards her hand.

She scoffed. “Do all vampires immediately assume that seeing a lapis lazuli ring automatically means that the wearer is a vampire? Obviously not. I just have good taste in jewellery.”

“Obviously,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully. “How’d you know?”

“You're wearing a ring too,” she said dryly.

“How deductive of you. And hypocritical.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You know, if I wasn’t so drunk right now I’d wouldn’t actually find you attractive.”

“Now, love, let’s not lie to ourselves and say you wouldn't find me attractive even when you'd be sober.”

She scoffed. “You're really full of yourself, you know that?”

“I know,” he said, giving her a dimpled grin. “So, if you're not a vampire, and you're obviously not a werewolf or a witch, otherwise I would’ve sensed it—”

Caroline snorted. “You would’ve sensed it? Sorry, Nik, but you don’t look like a witch to me.”

“And I'm not. But what are you? Not a witch, vampire, or werewolf. Human, then?”

Caroline shrugged. “What's left? I'm not anything special, just a very drunk seventeen year old girl who’s very, very drunk.”

“Just because you're a human doesn’t mean you aren’t different,” said Klaus, who was immediately puzzled by how easily the words had come out. Humans were different, but not in a good way. They were food, and only a few were innovative. The rest were like every other; boring and uninteresting.

She’s different, a voice in his head whispered.

She’s drunk, Klaus snapped to the voice inside his head. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She’s being open with a stranger because she’s drunk. That’s all.

Caroline let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, I'm different, alright. I'm very different according to my ex-boyfriends.”

“Your ex-boyfriends are idiots,” Klaus said indifferently.

“I like to think so too,” Caroline murmured. She waved the bartender over and asked for a round of shots, getting them almost immediately.

Klaus looked at her in surprise. “I thought you were underage.”

“You're in Mystic falls, Nik. Nobody except the parents cares. The bartender’s probably underage as well,” she shook her head, then raised her glass. “Cheers, Nik. To many more months of being dumped by guys.”

“Now, love, surely you can't be that pessimistic.”

“I'm not, usually,” she said, looking at him with wide eyes. Blue, he noticed. “I'm optimistic. I am. But Bennie’s whole cheating episode jut brings back memories, you know?” she muttered. “Not of me, but of my parents. They didn’t have the greatest marriage.”

Klaus looked hesitant. “My parents didn’t get along either.”

He was sharing important details of his life with a complete stranger. And not just a complete stranger, one who could possibly be friends with the Salvatores and the Bennetts, judging by her knowledge of the supernatural.

Wonderful. Obviously, he needed to stop thinking with his dick.

She looked at him, her eyes heavily-lidded now. “Huh. Guess it’s true what they say.”

“And what do they say?”

“That meeting strangers in bars can really change your perspective at the moment. Of course,” she said haughtily, “my perspective on life hasn’t been altered. Just the whole movie moment’s in my brain. Which makes me ditzy.”

Klaus smiled at her. “I like ditzy.”

He hated ditzy.

“No one likes ditzy, Nik,” she smiled. “You know,” she said, leaning towards him, “when I get drunk, I usually have no filter at all, so if I say something weird and embarrassing, you have to excuse me. I don’t mean to say it.”

“On the contrary, I find your candor refreshing, sweetheart.”

She giggled. “Nice accent,” she said, resting an elbow on the countertop and Klaus gently pulled away the tray of shots away from her when she wasn’t looking. “Where’re you from? London? Or Wales?”

“Wales,” he said, pleased that she had asked him. It wasn’t a complete lie, his old village had been in a part of Wales. “But I’ve, er, stayed in London since my childhood.”

She nodded, and he smiled. “And, how about you? Where are you from?”

She laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm right from here. My house is fifteen minutes away.”

“You should come to Wales. You’ll love everything about it. The city, the culture…have you been?”

She laughed once again. “I've…never really been anywhere.”

“Where would you like to go?”

She pondered his question, then spoke, “Switzerland, probably. I've always wanted to go. It sounds amazing,” she said wistfully.

“You'll get to go,” said Klaus, looking at Elijah out of the corner of his eye, who was looking at him irritably, pointedly gesturing towards his watch. Klaus made a threatening face at him and turned back to Caroline. “And if you never get the chance you always have me.”

She grinned. “And you’d take me?”

“I’d take you,” he said. “Rome, Paris…Tokyo?”

“Oh, wow,” she laughed. “I can't believe I'm actually talking to a person who’s offered to take me around the world. While I'm drunk. Which is actually kind of sad since I kind of like you and I want to kiss you.”

Klaus’s throat felt like sandpaper. “You should. Kiss me, then.”

Caroline smiled ruefully. “I don’t kiss guys when I'm drunk, Nik. I did once, and it turned out badly. And I know you're not like the other guy, I do. I don’t know why, but I do. And the problem is, I would kiss you. But I can't.”

Klaus leaned towards her, noticing she smelled of tequila. “You don’t have to. Right now. But you could. Tomorrow.”

What was he doing?

Caroline cocked her head. “Why?”

“Why?”

“Why. Why do you like me? I'm nothing special. I'm a human. You're a vampire. Why are you even talking to me?”

“Because you're beautiful,” Klaus said honestly. “And intelligent. And honest. Even when you're drunk. And you intrigue me.”

Caroline snorted. “I intrigue you? Really? I'm just a girl in a bar.”

He smiled, tipping his glass to her. “I'm just a guy in a bar.”

She smiled.

[elejahforever]

"How do you feel?" Elena asked,not moving from her spot in the doorway.

"Do you even need to ask?" Elijah answered.

Elena said nothing, waiting for a real answer. She sighed.

"It's been years since I've felt this awful." He said honestly.

"Can I get you anything?" Elena asked.

"Stay with me. Don't leave. I think being with you make me feel better."

Elena smiled softly at him.

"Sure, Besides you really should have figured out by now Elijah, I don't really give up just because it's get difficult."

[ella10pythonissam]

Send me a number and I will make a drabble based on the sentence:

(Not all are klaroline-centered, tell me if you want me to make it klaroline-centered.)

1. "I watched you die."

2. "They always knew he was different."

3. "I've been sick...for a long time."

4. "He needs to stay here."

5. "Wait, I know you. You are that rock star that disappeared."

6. "She's my only family now."

7. "You raised my daughter."

8. "What's wrong with you?"

9. "He adored him."

10. "It was all a dream."

11. "I'm not free in this world."

12. "I...I really think you should see a psychiatrist."

13. "Always and Forever"

14. "He's sleeping a lot...the doctors keep changing his medication, which makes him quite sleepy, but he's better, the flashbacks are better, he will be fine..."

15. "You're special."

16. "I will give you the world, love. I promise."

17. "They are our daughters, mine and Nik's."

18. "She's Tatia."

19. "You passed out in my car."

20. "Your brother is my best friend."

21. "I'm scared."

22. "Let's make the world kneel at our feet."

23. "You're Klaus...but you're also Nik."

24. "Klaus was raised by a Bennett, Ayana is his mother."

25. "He's not a monster, he's a living being too, he has feeling, he can feel pain, he loves his siblings, he's not an abomination!"

[that-new-writer-chick]

She came down the stairs in her pink sports bra, grey leggings, and white tennis shoes, her hair thrown up in a ponytail that fell past her shoulder blades her wireless earbuds blasting her jogging playlist. She was about to open the front door when a arm around her waist stopped her "And where are you going little one?" Elijah's voice was deceptively light, she wasn't supposed to leave without him or one of his siblings. They had to many enemies for that and she was still human. "For a jog. I wasn't planning on going too far..." She looked at him with her wide grey eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her. "I'll go with you." With that he opened the door and gestured for her to lead the way. She looked at him like he was crazy and gestured at his perstine suit and his oxfords "Aren't you going to change?" "No. Now let's go." She blinked a few times then shrugged, it was his problem if his clothes got ruined. Besides after a thousand years he definitely had enough money to replace a suit. So she walked out the door with her suited bodyguard and lover following her and went for her jog. They of course got some weird looks, and if he came back with some mud on his suit, well she didn't say anything. After all, she wanted to go on more jogs.

(gif found on tenor)

[xvxni]

The Mikaelsons Masterlist

𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

Disney Prince

Everyone blames Disney for high love expectations, I blame you.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

Centuries

He has loved you for centuries now, but fate set you apart. He's with Hayley when he meets you again. He's at war with his heart, as centuries-old feelings start to resurface. In the end, all must succumb to the ultimate truth...

Angst, smut, fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Under The Mistletoe

All it took was three years, reverse psychology, looking your best everyday and a Mikaelson Christmas Gala for your admirer from afar to confess his feelings for you. And you didn't just kiss...

Smut, angst, fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Outcast

Elijah taught you that why must you try to fit in when you're born to stand out in more ways than one.

Angst, smut, fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Quality Time

Headcanons of how you and your boyfriend spend quality time together.

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!

Express

Headcanons of how Elijah expresses his love for you in his own special way.

Fluff, may contain smut ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Autumn

A typical day of your favourite season with the elegant Original.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

Secrets

Ocean blue eyes, looking in mine. I feel like I might, sink and drown and die...

Fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Drunk Escapades

He's the sin you want to commit, the thrill you're seeking, the fire you want to be consumed in...

Smut ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

A Thousand Years

I've waited a thousand years for you. I will devour you, love you to the flame, to the point to madness...

Smut, angst ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Friday Night

Headcanons of a typical Friday night with you and Klaus getting wasted together.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

I have a lot to say about the big, bad wolf. Drabbles won't do... like, ever.

𝓚𝓸𝓵 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

Asleep

After spending an unproductive day at the Mikaelson compound, you pretend to be asleep so you can get Kol to carry you to bed.

Fluff

Best Friends With The Wily Fox

Headcanons of being Kol's best friend.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

Nothing... yet.

𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

Making You Mine

Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for Damon and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her.

Angst, SMUT, fluff

Power

Damon has become Rebekah's captive and as you arrive at the Mikaelson mansion to save your best friend, you realise just how much power you have over the blonde vampire... and you revel in it.

Smut, smut, smut! ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Relax and Relax...

Headcanons of spending a relaxing weekend with Rebekah...

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Nothing... yet.

𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓀𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈

This is basically a section of imagines/drabbles/headcanons with Poly!Mikaelsons and other random ideas that revolve around not one particular but all (or some) of the Mikaelsons.

COMING SOON

So here's the thing... I'm still relatively new to this fandom and I haven't watched The Originals. Now it's not available on Netflix and that's my only source of watching it. I absolutely love Freya and I would love to write on her, but I don't have any context so I can't being out her essence... the first thing I am doing after watching the Originals is writing on Freya.

Requests are open. Do let me know if you like my work.

Love, love, love,

Avani

[kennedyalike]

you’re saved

elijah mikaelson x reader drabble

word count : 695

tags: kissing, rain, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of wounds, fluff

the sound of the pouring rain echoed in your ears, it was like a humming noise that would usually calm you down. this time it was like a bad omen, the water connecting in small rivers, streaming down the drains. the night had settled in and you held out your hands in the rain. letting the water wet your hair, washing the blood from your hands as your breathing struggled to calm down. the wound on your stomach had healed but the adrenaline never left your body.

whole nervous system crashing down as you looked around while panting. not a sound. only the rain falling down on the hard asphalt as the night settled in, slowly getting darker and darker.

debating your choices, you needed to run, but stay hidden or they were going to find you. in your mind, you had already given up, there was no sign of him and the feeling of desperation and fear was consuming you. he wasn’t coming, he left you like everyone else. just this once, you had no hope or survival. how can an immortal creature be afraid of death. your voice broke and a sob escaped your throat. this was the one thing you couldn’t survive. your eternal life would end here.

even with your unnatural hearing, the rain blocked out everything. every human, every car, you couldn’t even hear your own heartbeat. no choice, but the survival instict in you pushed you to move. tired body stumbling forwards, being weakened by torture, vervain and starving. nothing but pure instict. your wet hair was sticking to your forehead, sniffles were heard and your wounds still hurt even after closing up.

only a matter of time when they would find you, then, and truly then…your hope would die with you.

limping across the road, rain still pouring down as fog rose up, making the night even more scarier than it was. no one could even make out the tears between the raindrops hitting your face. between all the sobs and the rain, a crack was heard and then a gust of wind.

someone was here.

panic quickly rose and you closed your eyes, convincing yourself you’re hearing things as your exhausted body tried to make its way forward. your neck turns quickly as you look behind, expecting to find someone following you. quickly you’re pulled out of your trance when a big figure appears in front of you, making you slightly bump into him.

”ah!! no!! i swear i don’t know anything, please!!” you sobbed as the strong hands grabbed you. ”it’s me.” a deep, calm voice called out and you looked up at the man. and at that moment, everything around you, every bit of pain and panic you experienced, dissapeared. because it was him. ”e-elijah..” your tears never stopped flowing but this time they weren’t from fear. he hums and quickly embraces you. he was wearing a suit and his clothes were still warm and dry. you nuzzled your face into his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck.

”i-i thought you left- i-” you sobbed as he patted your wet hair. ”shh, i’d never leave you dear. i’m here.” he reassured, grabbing your shoulders and parting the hug. his face leaned down to yours, looking at you with the softest look ever. his eyes were mesmerazing. the rain only got stronger and you saw his hair sticking to his forehead as water droplets ran down his neck.

”elijah.” you sobbed once again and he shook his head with disapproval. his cold, big hand caressed the side of your face. you closed your eyes and he followed, pulling you into a deep kiss. his soft lips connecting with yours felt like he could erase every worry, every pain and miserable moment you’ve ever felt. it just felt so right. your passionate kiss only deepened second by second when your hand came to caress his jawline, bringing his face closer to yours. head turning to the side, lips fighting for dominance, pressing romantic kisses onto eachother as you both listen to the rain fall.