elena x elijah

Shower Fun

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: It’s Elena’s birthday and Damon is insanely mad with you because you are running late. You try to rush things up, but your boyfriend Klaus shows up. Let’s just say things get steamy. 

*Requested smut, read carefully. :) 

Word Count: 1784



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You Hesitated

Author: @werewolfmutant

Requested by: @kaitlynw011

A/N: This was fun to write! Hope you like it :)


<<<Elena, Caroline, Jeremy, Bonnie, Tyler, Matt, Y/N, Stefan, Damon, and Alaric joined groupchat>>

Y/N: You guys will never guess what Damon and I just did

Elena: Oh no

Tyler: wat?

Y/N: Elena why do you automatically assume it’s something bad?

Bonnie: Is it?

Damon: yep

Elena: I stand by my statement

Bonnie: wat did u two do now?

Stefan: They crashed my blind date

Y/N: we saved your life

Tyler: from wat exactly??

Caroline: I SET UP THAT BLIND DATE 4 HIM SO HE WOULDN’T BE LONELY!!!!

Matt: that explains it

Elena: ^^^

Bonnie: ^^^

Alaric: ^^

Jeremy: lol

Caroline: U GUYS R SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!!

Matt: didn’t know their were any

Bonnie: wat actually happened??

Stefan: Y/N came out of nowhere yelling at me and saying I ditched her sister

Stefan: The she threw a drink at my face

Stefan: I believe the words you spoke were “YOU MADE MY SISTER A BABY MAMA!!!”

Damon: the whole restaurant looked at them like they were crazy

Y/N: but giving scolding looks in Stefan’s direction

Elena: where were u Damon?

Damon: watching from a distance

Damon: lmao

Damon: I’ve never been so proud

Caroline: the girl yelled at me over the phone about that night

Caroline: I didn’t here enough of it until early this morning

Y/N: XD!!!

Stefan: tbh she was kind of annoying

Caroline: WAT?!!!!

Tyler: anyone else just sitting back and enjoying this??

Jeremy: ^^^^

Elena: ^^^^^^

Alaric: ^^^^

Matt: ^^^^^

Bonnie: ^^^^

Caroline: y did u have 2 ruin it Y/N??

Y/N: because I can

Caroline: or because ur jealous?

Y/N:….

Stefan:….

Damon: *confused*

Elena:….

Bonnie:….

Tyler:….

Matt: this just got real

Jeremy: ^^^^

Y/N:….No

Damon: you hesitated

Y/N: DID NOT!!!

Jeremy: did

Y/N: HUSH CHILD!!!

Stefan: Y/N??

Y/N: yes my son

Stefan: quit it -_-

Stefan: r u jealous??

Y/N:……………

<<<Y/N created private chat with Stefan>>>

Y/N: okay maybe I am

Stefan: why didn’t u just say so??

Stefan: and why r we in a private chat together??

Y/N: bc I didn’t want them to see Caroline’s right

Y/N: no way am I giving her the satisfaction

Stefan: soo……

Y/N: soo…..

Stefan: what time do you want me to pick you up tonight??

Y/N:………..

Y/N: 8 would do fine

10

Me after the ‘I was feeling Epic’ episode 😭

My Love for You

Word Count: 1447

Summary: When Elena Gilbert walks in on you and your husband, Elijah Mikaelson having an intimate moment, Elijah relays a bit of your past and expresses to her his feelings for you.

Requested By: @badhippiehabits

Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Please and thank you❤️

Pairings: Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long it’s my first request and I wanted it to be as perfect as I could possibly make it!

It was Elijah’s night to make dinner and as always the delectable scent of his cooking lured you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Mm.” You said upon entering the kitchen. “I don’t know what you’re cooking but as usual it smells delicious!” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He chuckled. “Thank you, my sweet.”

You kissed his shoulder blade, spreading your hands along the strong, muscular planes of his chest. “I love you Elijah Mikaelson.”

He turned off the stove and spun around to face you. Taking either side of your face in his hands, he leaned down until your faces were mere inches apart. “I love you more, y/n”

“Impossible,” you smirked.

He wrapped his arms around you. You placed your hands on his chest. He leaned in further and kissed you. Slowly, your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

That kiss was perfect. It could have gone on forever and neither one of you would have noticed. And then you heard it. A soft knock at the doorway.

You broke apart, startled. Elijah shoved you behind him. He tensed, barring his fangs ready to protect you from the world itself if necessary.

Elena, stood wide-eyed in the doorway of the kitchen.

Elijah relaxed his stance and began straightening his shirt collar. “Um, hello Elena.”

You dipped your head in greeting. “Elena.”

“Hi.” Elena said in a meek voice followed by a tiny wave.

You laughed breathily.

“How did you get in here?” Elijah asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Elena’s lips moved but no words came out.

A smile tugged at your lips. You wondered if it was Elijah making her nervous or if her own embarrassment had left her tongue-tied. Maybe both, you decided.

“Elena!” you exclaimed.  

“I knocked but no one answered!” she finally said. “And both of your cars were in the driveway so I figured that either you two were avoiding me or something terrible happened to you! I’m sorry! I don’t usually go barging into other people’s homes but I really, really need to talk to Elijah! So I tested the door…and it was unlocked…and then I found you guys…in here….kissing…”

When Elena finished she was nervously wringing her hands and looking down at her shoes like a child who’d gotten caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. It was so adorable that you were nearly in tears trying to keep yourself from laughing.

Elijah cleared his throat awkwardly. “And what is that you need to speak to me about, Elena?”

The doppelganger sighed, throwing her hands in the air. “Klaus is up to his old tricks again.”

You and Elijah groaned in unison. You’d had enough of Klaus and ‘his old tricks’ to last you a lifetime.

“Well, in that case I’m going back upstairs to—“

“Keep the bed warm?” Elijah finished.

You gaped at him in shock. He was rarely so playful in front of anyone outside of his immediate family.

From the corner of your eye you saw Elena’s cheeks turn bright red.

“Elijah! We have a guest,” you scolded, gesturing to Elena.

“What?” he laughed.

You playfully swatted him on the arm. He returned the favor by swatting you on the behind. You yelped in surprise.  

“No, no! It’s fine. I did break into your house after all…” Elena’s cheeks reddened further.

“What is wrong with you?”

Elijah shrugged. “I love you. That’s all.”

You smiled and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Striding past Elena and out of the kitchen, you spoke, “Just yell if he steps out of line, Elena.”

The two snickered as you made your way upstairs and into the master bedroom.

“Please excuse my crude behavior, Elena.” You heard your husband say from below.

“No, it’s fine. You and y/n are adorable together.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Since I was human,” you could almost hear the grin in his voice.

“Wow… What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being with the same person for over a thousand years… I can’t imagine being with just the same person for one thousand years.”

“I suppose that it’s all about the person. I can’t imagine a day without my y/n at my side.”

Climbing into your bed you beamed with pride and pleasure.

“That’s beautiful, Elijah.”

“It’s true too.”

She laughed. “So how did you meet y/n?”

“We sort of grew up together. Our fathers were in business together, my father was a wealthy landowner and y/n’s father was a contractor. My father owned the land and y/n’s father built the houses on the land.”

“So your family was supportive?”

Elijah snorted. “Our mothers were supportive and so were my siblings. Rebekah especially. Y/N is like the sister she never had. Our fathers on the other hand were furious.”

You shuddered at the memory.

“Why?”

“Who knows? I remember Mikael went out of his way to make y/n uncomfortable every time she visited our home. Y/N’s father, thankfully at least tried to be civil when I was over.”  

“That was nice.”

“Yes, but when I left he would yell at y/n so loudly that the whole village could hear.”

A chill crept up your spine, you could still hear the roar of your father’s voice in your ears.

“Oh.” She said flatly.

Elijah snickered lightly. “It’s okay though. We got through it. And we’ll get through anything else that life throws at us so long as we are together.”

Your lips twitched, fighting a smile.

“That’s really beautiful.” Elena said softly. “You really, truly love her, don’t you?”

“That woman up there is my world,” you heard him say.

“That’s amazing. When I was little my mom used to read to me stories about princes and princesses finding their soulmates and true loves. When I grew older I tossed the whole idea of true loves and soulmates aside. It all sounded so…childish and unrealistic. And yet here I am looking right at in you and y/n.”

Elijah released a breathy laugh. “Well if true loves and soulmates are indeed real then there is no doubt in my mind that y/n is mine. I love her like I have loved no other. Her very existence completes me. Her eyes, her scent, her personality bewitches me… I remember that on the night of our hundredth wedding anniversary party I looked upon the face of my wife with such overwhelming love that I was afraid I might burst before the first toast could be made. Just days before the celebration I was wondering if it would always be like this, if my love for her would ever fade. Nine hundred years later I think it’s safe to say that the answer to that question is no.” He laughed.

But you weren’t laughing at all. You were crying. Your husband’s words had brought you to tears. His voiced feelings hit you where you needed it most. You too had shared your husband’s worries and for centuries you dreaded the day when your husband would lose interest in you or when someone new would manage to catch his eye. Now you knew that that day would never come.

You heard Elijah sniff a couple of times.

You swallowed your laughter. He felt it too, you realized, the relief, the overwhelming euphoria of being and feeling completely content and satisfied in your relationship and in the one you love.

“So what was it you needed, Elena?”

X

When Elena departed, Elijah resumed cooking dinner and made a quick and sharply-worded phone call to his brother, Klaus.

When he was done, he entered your bedroom with a gleaming silver tray in his hands. He grinned at you, sitting the steaming tray with your dinner on it at the foot of the bed. “I thought we might eat in bed for a change.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips were soft and warm against your own but kiss remained strong.

You stroked his cheek, his stubble scratched at your palm. “I love you with all of my heart, Elijah Mikaelson.”

His cheeks colored a tad. “I knew you were listening.”

“You meant it? All of it?”

“Every last word.” He confirmed.

“I feel the same,” you told him. “I’ve never felt as strong, or as confident, or as beautiful or as…whole as I have in these last one thousand plus years I have spent at your side. When I’m with you no matter where I am the world is brighter, kinder. Thank you for being my husband, Elijah and thank you for making me your wife.”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading. And thanks to @badhippiehabits for requesting.

Love is mysterious -Elijah Mikaelson imagine

Originally posted by swagmama


“How could you, the most innocent person ever be in love with Elijah mikealson?” Caroline asked. We were currently in the living room of Salvatore house.

 “What do you mean?” “His an original. His killed thousands of people and, you could not even harm an ant.” Caroline was always full of questions, maybe that’s why I loved her. She was so curious, creative and, caring. Unlike me, I was always to shy and nervous.

 “Love is mysterious, it works in funny ways. Lijah brings out a side to me I thought was never there. When I’m with him there’s just a connection, like two puzzle pieces that go together. He gets me out of my comfort place, out of my little shell. It’s like I’m a different person with him, not the innocent shy one everyone knows me as, but a strong confident one that Elijah know I can be” I let my heart speak for me, no caring what anyone thought about me. Also having no idea Elijah was on the other side of the front door hearing everything.

 "I just figured, that people like that would never find love"

 "People like what Caroline? Yes, he has killed many times. He kills to survive, like any other vampire. The difference between you and him is that your ashamed of what you are and his not.“ I said sounding very pissed. Grabbing my bag, and exiting.

 I opened the door to see my wonderful boyfriend on the other side. "Hello” He said. “How much of that did you hear” you quietly asked, looking down at the floor. “All of that” he lifted my head up.

 "That was very brave of you. I know how you feel about, standing up to your friends.“ "I couldn’t let her keep talking about you like you some sort of animal Lijah. That just wasn’t right” I said, embracing him in a hug.

 ****

 Elijah and I, where at his house. We were going to have dinner with his family tonight. I kept glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I was super nervous, I had meet them before but just briefly.

 "You don’t have to be so nervous, they’ll love you. Trust me, they’ll love you as much as I do.“ Lijah said, walking from behind me and wrapping his arms around me. He always knew exactly what to say to calm me down.

 **** 

 We sitting all at the dinner table, Lijah and his siblings having small chat. "So Y/n, how’s your confidence going” Kluas asked, everyone knew I had a problem with my confidence.

 "I don’t know, How’s world domination going" I said, quietly. They all laughed even Kluas.

 "How do you people say know a days, lol! Elijah, I like her. Don’t scare her away" Rebekah said.

 "I wouldn’t dare of scaring her away, she’s the love of my life.“ Lijah said, grabbing my hand. 

 I knew I was going to marry this man one day


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dream catcher [stefan salvatore]

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser

Originally posted by lovershub

  my recommendation, listen to sad music with a happy ending :)

  It seemed as though Stefan Salvatore had planned this from the beginning.

    Although it may not have been obvious to most, but Stefan had been planning his death for quite some time. He had been wishing for the sweet release of death to take him away from the horrors of the world. Stefan wanted more than what life had to offer him. Afterall, what good had life ever brought him anyway? The only thing that life had ever given him was you, but it seemed that fate did not plan on keeping the two of you together for very long.

    Years ago, Stefan Salvatore had been the love of your life. The two of you had gotten married under the stars and traveled the world together before settling in Mystic Falls. However, once Elena Gilbert came along, things began to change.

    Life became rougher and it became difficult for you to survive. Even as a vampire, you had always had a little trouble keeping up. This was primarily due to the fact that you were on “the bunny diet” as Damon liked to put it. Because you only fed on animals, your body would never be as strong as other vampires.

    As fate would have it, a few years after you met Elena Gilbert, you were killed.

    They never discovered who had been the one to commit the crime, there was no evidence, no witnesses, just your broken, mangled body and your heart lying by your side. Stefan had found you after not hearing from you for a few hours. Worry had wrecked his body for hours on end before he finally found your car near the entrance to the forest. It was not unsurprising, you had most likely been hungry and wanted to drink. When Stefan tracked your steps into the woods, he was heartbroken to find your torn corpse waiting at his feet.

    Stefan had immediately dropped to his knees, not being able to maintain his body weight with the sight before him. His jaw went slack and tears already began falling from his tired eyes. Not caring about the blood that may soak his clothes, he gathered your body into his arms and pulled it tight against him. He tried to feel for a breath, a sign, anything to show that you were still with him, but he knew it was futile. Your heart had been ripped from your chest, there was no way for you to still be alive.

    Horse sobs filtered from the back of his throat and out of his lips as he cried. Stefan clutched your body to his chest, his head placed in the juncture between your head and your shoulder as he whispered futile pleas against your cold skin.

    “Please, please no,” he muttered, heart clenching in his chest, “you can’t do this to me - not now - not when I need you most.”

The way you had been killed almost seemed ironic to Stefan. It may have been your heart that had been ripped from your chest, but it still seemed like it was Stefan’s heart that had been torn to shreds.

    He stayed beside your body for hours it seemed, continuing to rock you back in forth in his arms as if there could be some miracle in all of heaven that would bring you back to him. After a few hours, after the sobs had ceased and his hands were covered in crimson blood, Stefan managed to shakily bring himself to his feet and drag himself back to his house, with your body still dangling in his grip.

    Stefan had made his way back to the Salvatore boarding house, where he knew the rest of his friends would be. After crossing the threshold of the doorway, Stefan fell back to his knees and let out another sob. Damon and Elena were the first to burst into the room to identify the source of the noise. When they saw what sight lay before them, they almost wished they hadn’t.

    Damon reacted first, seeing as he had been your brother-in-law and one of your closest friends. He dropped beside his brother with a small noise leaving the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, and he laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

    “I’m so sorry, brother,” Damon whispered.

    Although the words were short, it was still enough for Stefan to let your body rest against the floor so that he could turn and grip his older brother. It had been a while since they shared an emotional moment together, but Damon still managed to squeeze his little brother tightly to him as he sobbed for his lost love.

    As Stefan cried, the rest of the group filtered into the room to witness what had occurred. They had been shocked and grief-stricken at the sight of you and the Salvatore brothers at your side. Bonnie Bennett had immediately let out a sob and gripped onto Enzo’s arm as he attempted to comfort her. The two of you had been great friends, and it was like a knife to the heart when she laid eyes upon your dead body. Caroline and Matt Donovan simply watched with heavy hearts as one of their friends left this world for another. The rest of your group of friends lowered their heads in indication of their fallen friend.

    A few weeks later, your funeral was held and Stefan placed your body in his family tomb, knowing that it was what you would have wanted. It was a small ceremony, just the Mystic Falls gang gathered together for one final goodbye one of their greatest friends. Bonnie and Damon gave beautiful speeches about how your laugh always managed to light up a room and how you always seemed to be able to drag a smile out of even the saddest person.

    When Stefan stepped up to give his speech, his eyes were red and swollen from all the crying he had done over the past few weeks. He attempted to pull himself together by rubbing the skin beneath his eyes, but all it did was make them ache.

“When [Y/N] was little, she used to sleep with a dream-catcher above her head. She told me that she used it to keep the bad dreams away and she still used it, even as a hundred year old vampire,” Stefan chuckled, “The day after we moved in together, I noticed that she had taken the dream-catcher down and now it laid inside her bedside table. When I asked her why she didn’t have it above her bed anymore, she simply told me ‘I don’t need a dream-catcher to keep the bad dreams away, because now I have you and I know you’ll always protect me, even in my sleep.’ It was in that moment that I knew I was completely and uninevitably in love with her. It was because she not only loved me but she trusted me wholeheartedly to keep her safe. And I know that if she could be here now, she wouldn’t want me to blame myself for what happened to her because it was out of my control, but that guilt still weighs heavily on my heart. I didn’t keep her safe, at least in that moment I didn’t. I may have kept her close my entire life, but in that moment, when she needed me, I couldn’t keep her safe. For that, my love. I’m sorry - I hope you can forgive me.”

    From behind his back, Stefan had drawn the dream-catcher onto the casket before him, finally letting his tears take over as he cried once more. Damon ushered him away from the podium and let the others give their speeches as he comforted his brother.

    After the funeral, Stefan was never the same, he went back to the brooding vampire he had been before he met you. He rarely spoke and chose to instead divulge his problems in alcohol rather than human interaction.

    Months had passed, but Stefan was never the same. Your death had shaken him to the core and Damon worried that Stefan would never come to terms with your murder. He feared that Stefan would continue to be the broken soul he had become. Stefan knew that Damon was trying to help, however, Stefan was haunted by too many demons and his soul could never be repaired. The torn pieces of his heart were so mangled that no stitch could ever pull them back together. Stefan knew he was broken, and he knew that the only thing that could repair those fragile pieces was if he was reunited with you.

    So when Bonnie discovered that there was a way to kill Katherine Pierce by keeping her in hell and letting the hellfire consume her as Bonnie destroyed it, Stefan knew what he had to do.


    Stefan entered the empty cavern of the tunnels, letting his eyes fall upon Katherine and Damon as they argued.

    “You’re bluffing,” Katherine replied, a smug smile falling upon her lips.

    Before Damon had the chance to respond, Stefan spoke up, alerting the two as they argued, “No, he’s not. And neither am I.” Stefan took careful steps into the cavern, letting the two watch him as he maneuvered his way closer.

    “I got this handled, bro,” Damon muttered, eyes wide as he takes in Stefan. It was the first time in a long while that Stefan had gotten involved in one of the “adventures” that the Mystic Falls group tended to attract. “You need to get out of these tunnels,” Damon continues.

    Stefan shakes his head, “I’m not the one who’s going to get out of here - you are.”

    “Bad time to be a martyr, Stefan,” Damon growls.

    “Said the martyr,” Stefan quickly retorts.

    Katherine turns and tries to make her way towards the exit, “I’m going to let the two if you figure this out amongst yourselves.” She steps closer to the exist of the tunnels but is stopped when Damon draws his hand back and lets the knife fly, hitting Katherine in the back. She is immediately subdued, falling to the ground where both Damon and Stefan know she won’t be rising from anytime soon.

    Damon steps forward the confront his brother, “Fine, then we will both go.”

    “Somebody needs to stay here and make sure she’s actually in hell when it’s destroyed,” Stefan replies.

    “I’m aware,” Damon speaks, cutting Stefan off as he tries to speak, “tell Elena that I did this for her, to pay for my past mistakes.”

    Stefan shakes his head, “You can tell her yourself. I need to do this Damon. I owe it to Bonnie and Enzo - I owe it to a lot of people.”

    Damon shakes of the hint at your name, instead choosing to try to convince Stefan out of his suicide mission, “I can’t let you die here, Stefan.”

    “Yes,” Stefan nods, “you are.”

    “Are you seriously going to sit here and argue with me about who needs this redemption more?” Damon cries, “You’re not responsible for Enzo, Stefan!”

    Stefan feels a weight in his heart as he replies, “You keep saying that but you’re wrong! We are all responsible for our own actions. Every drop of blood that I have spilled, I am accountable for.”

    Damon paces back and forth as Stefan attempts to convince him, trying to wrap his head around his brother’s logic. “Then I’m accountable too, and I have spilled even more!”

    “Damon, I’m human. In sixty years I’m going to be old and I’m going to be dead. You have quite literally an eternity with Elena ahead of you-”

    “Which means a lot less without you!” Damon cries.

    “Do you think I want this? I lost the love of my life, my wife is dead and she is waiting for me to come home to her. In the nearly two centuries since I made you become a vampire, I have fought to turn you into the man who deserves the happiness that is out there right now. Damon, I can’t have that happiness because [Y/N] is already gone. I can’t be happy until she is back by my side once more, Damon,” Stefan cries, tears welling in his eyes as he recalls the woman he loved. His heart, although torn and broken, could be restrung if he had the chance to see his wife again.

    “No,” Damon whispers, his focus not completely in the conversation as he remembers his sister-in-law.

    “So let me do this for you,” Stefan whispers.

    “No.”

    “Then let me do this for me,” Stefan cries. It had been too long since he had seen you and that separation was beginning to tear him apart from the inside. It wasn’t just your death that lingered over him, it was the guilt of not saving you and the horror of having no way to bring you back. He may have been human now, but there was no life for him unless you were in it. There was no purpose of living unless you were living.

    “Please,” Stefan whispers.

    Damon’s body shakes as he takes a moment to think. His body hurting as he thinks of what he is going to do next, knowing that Stefan will never forgive him, “I love you, little brother.

    “I love you too.”

    Damon steps forward, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder shaking his head as he speaks, “And you’re right - you are human. Which is why I can do this.” Salty tears begin to roll down his eyes as he speaks his next words, his pupils widening as he compels his little brother, “Go, walk out of these tunnels and you are not going to stop until my death breaks the compulsion,” Stefan struggles against his brother, pleading for him to stop so that he can finally be reunited with his wife, “Because I am the big brother. I’m sorry I wasn’t better at it until now.”

    The two brothers cry as Damon compels his brother to escape the tunnels, not knowing that Stefan was already on vervain. Stefan lets out a teary-eyed smile as he turns and emotionlessly leaves the tunnels with a heavy-heart and a mission in his mind.


Minutes later, Damon is holding Katherine in front of the tunnels, waiting for the hellfire to consume them. Katherine struggles, attempting to break free of his strong hold. However, before the fire reaches them, Damon is stabbed by a syringe of Stefan’s blood, transferring the cure to his body. Stefan lets the syringe hit the floor as Damon looks up at his brother in shock before Stefan throws his body out of the way of the hellfire.

Stefan grabs ahold of Katherine, knowing that he will be dead soon because he no longer has the cure running through his veins. He drags her body back into the tunnel as she cries out for him to stop.

“Stefan, please,” Katherine cries.

He ignores her plea and pierces the dagger into her heart before turning to his brother who lays unconscious on the floor, “Goodbye brother,” he whispers. Stefan then turns his head back to the tunnel before him and allows the fire to consume him body, his last thoughts being of his beautiful wife who he would be seeing soon.


Stefan lets his hand fall away from Elena’s, making his way towards the doors before him. Anticipation fills his every movement as he moves closer. It had been too long since he had seen you, since he had been able to touch you or even speak to you. It may not have been an eternity but, God, did it feel like it.

Letting the light take over his figure, his eyes adjust against the harsh, bright sun as he steps into the parking lot. His eyes scan the area until they land on one figure. One figure who has his breath taken away the moment his eyes land on her. Before he even gets a chance to do anything, tears are overtaking his vision and he lets out a watery smile.

    “I told you that I would always have you by my side, my dream catcher,” you let out. Your body is leaning against Stefan’s old car, arms crossed over your chest as you admire the love of your life. On the inside, your body is buzzing with excitement - he’s here, he’s actually here. It takes all the strength you have in your body to not rush over to him immediately,

    Stefan laughs softly, “And that’s where I’ll be for the rest of my days.”

    His words are all it takes for you to rush over to him, you’re feet moving as quickly as you can. You are taken into his arms, his biceps crushing you into his chest, where he buries his face in your hair. You cry out, letting your arms wind around his waist as you softly cry, letting out little hiccups as you try to laugh. Taking in his scent, your throat makes a happy noise as you bury your nose in his chest. “I love you,” you whimper, “I love you so much.”

    Stefan lets a few of his tears drip onto your hair, “I love you too.”

    And then he’s placing his lips onto yours, lifting you by your hips as he spins you around in circles. You let out a few giggles as you twirl with his strong arms embracing you. His lips are as soft as you remember and his kiss feels as though it’s brightening your soul. In reality, your kiss is stitching back the pieces of Stefan’s broken heart. Those torn and mangles pieces that had been in his heart for so long were finally being repaired. He could feel his heart becoming lighter as he tilted his head, letting his lips slot against yours once more.

    When he brings his head back, he buries his face in your neck letting out a happy laugh that he had not made in a while. It doesn’t take long before he places his hand on your cheek, admiring the way you gaze into his eyes. He watches as you place your hand over his own, his eyes sparkling as you smile. His eyes fall upon the wedding bands on both your fingers, his heart ringing as he is finally reunited with his wife.


    (extra)

    They bury his body in the tomb next to yours, hoping that if they were close here, they would be close in whatever afterlife they end up in.

    Damon stands in front of the two headstones, letting memories of his two best friends wash over him for one last time. He turns his head as Caroline enters the room, watching as she approaches him.

    “Do you think they found peace?” Damon whispers.

    “Together?” Caroline replies, “yeah, they definitely found peace together.”

Nice Try

Pairings: Kol x Reader (Ft. Elena, Salvatores & Mikaelsons)

Warnings: Some violence?

Word Count: 1324


Elena Gilbert. The brunette who had the Salvatore Brothers wrapped around her finger. Right now she wanted The Mikaelsons (Klaus especially) dead more than anyone. You’ve once told her to ‘get in line’ because there’s no doubt there are hundreds possibly thousands of people who would want them dead but will never succeed.

You’ve been by Kol’s side for over 300 years and you’ve succeeded in preventing him from getting daggered by Klaus like the rest of his siblings have numerous times in the past.

You were surprised when you received a phone call from Elena saying that she wanted to call a truce. She informed you that she also called The Mikaelsons over as well. You sent a text to your lover, informing him that you’re on your way to the Salvatore’s place and that you hope to see him soon.

Arriving at the doorstep, you opened the door, surprised that you didn’t need an invite inside. You were too busy greeting Elena, Stefan and Damon that you didn’t realize your phone vibrated from Kol’s phone call.

“I’m surprised that I’m the first one here. Elijah is always the one on time.” You mentioned.

“He could be, well you know, stuck in traffic.” Damon joked, shrugging his shoulders before taking a sip of his filled glass of bourbon.

“Care for a drink?” Stefan offered while pouring himself a glass.

“Hmmm why not?” You accepted.

“So Y/N!” Elena quickly grabbed your attention. “Now let’s talk about this truce.”

You narrowed your eyes at her from her sudden excitement. “You don’t want to wait until the rest of them get here?”

“Early bird gets the worm.” Damon responded, then Stefan stepped towards you to hand you your drink, mouthing ‘here you go’.

Elena continued, “Anyways, yeah what Damon said. All we want, including the rest of our group, is peace.”

“I agree.” You started, taking a seat on the sofa. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted, even though my Kol and the rest of his siblings can be reckless.”

“Too reckless.” Damon added.

You finally found the time to cherish this aged bourbon filled ¼ of the way in the glass you are holding. When the bourbon hit your mouth it felt like hot pokers making contact with your mouth and your throat. Instantly, you started coughing, choking and gagging at the same time from the immense discomfort, releasing the glass from your hand.

“Stefan now!” Damon shouted, seeing that Stefan is closest to you. Damon then pushed Elena away from the action while Stefan grabbed onto you.

But you quickly healed from the vervain that pierced your throat and used your strength of being a 300 year old vampire to defend yourself. Your arm entered into Stefan’s chest, but before you could get close enough to his heart, Damon chimes in and pulls you off.

You could’ve easily ran off, but you were too angered at being lied to that you just wanted to see the three of them dead. This battle you fought alone against the Salvatore brothers was never ending. Yes you are quite older than them, but 2 against one isn’t easy unless you’re over 1000 years old like your lover.

Elena held a stake in her hand, using her bravery to run over and attempt to pierce it through your heart, but before she had the chance to even get close to you, Kol and Elijah arrived right on time to come and save you. Kol vampire sped in front of Elena and pushed her over. Elijah placed himself in the middle of you and the Salvatores to prevent the fight from continuing.

“Enough with this nonsense. Nobody will lay another finger on Y/N.” Elijah demanded.

“Give me a reason not to rip her bloody head off right now!” Kol shouted, pointing at Elena who is still on the floor groaning in pain.

“I swear Kol, if you lay another hand on her-” Damon threatened with his eyes wide as ever but didn’t move knowing that Elijah can easily snap his neck if he tries anything.

“Oh I’m sorry? Did I fail to mention that the lot of you tried to have my darling killed?!” Kol being livid as ever, showed his vampire face.

Stefan slowly took one step forward, putting his hands up in defense. “Kol. Please.” He pleaded to Kol.

“Are we late to the party?” Rebekah grinned while walking in with Klaus, everyone’s attention was now on them.

“Seems we are, sister.” Klaus responded with a smirk on his face. He and his sister sure were acting cocky as hell right now, being originals and all, also knowing that their enemies are out numbered.

Elena still laid on the floor, now swallowing the lump in her throat from fear knowing that their plan didn’t go as they wished, which is to kill each and every one of you one by one. And there was no doubt in her mind that her life, as well as Stefan and Damon’s could be ended any moment. They thought you would be the easiest one to be rid of, that’s why they started with you first.

Kol’s patience was running short so he vampire sped to Elena, grabbing her by the throat. Stefan and Damon tried to vampire speed to Elena, but it was a fail.

“I don’t think so, mate.” Klaus was just inches away from Damons face while gripping tight at his shoulders. “I’m sure a nasty bite from me wouldn’t ease the situation. Now would it?”

“'Nice try, Stefan.” Rebekah pushed Stefan against the wall, looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips to fake tease.

“One more tight squeeze and you’re dead.” Kol scowled at Elena while you smiled, seeing how protective he is of you. “No more innocent Elena to burden everyone.”

“Kol that’s enough.” Elijah, with one hand in his front pants pocket, stepped towards Kol.

“Pardon? Whose side are you on, brother?”

“Do not question my loyalty. Now let Elena go.”

“If you imbeciles even think about harming Y/N again, I’ll see to it you that you all suffer a slow and painful death.” Kol spat, finally released his tight grasp at Elena’s threat. She was now at her knees catching her breath. Rebekah, who scoffed, and Klaus, who rolled his eyes, allowed Stefan and Damon to come to her aid.

Kol then grabbed your forearm and vampire sped you out of there. He couldn’t look at Elena and the Salvatore brothers without the temptation of tearing them in half.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” Kol scanned your body throughly to make sure there weren’t any splinters or pieces of wood on you.

“And did you forgot that I am over 300 years old? Vampires heal.” You chuckled at Kol’s concern. He always was overly protective of you. Like that one time when a random guy was hitting on you and made a sly remark to Kol, which caused Kol to make a scene by ripping the guy’s arms off. And people thought Klaus was bad when it comes to being protective.

“If it wasn’t for my wanker of a brother, Elijah, I would’ve killed the lot of them.”

“Same here. But your brother is very noble and only wants peace.”

“How about we get out of this bloody town and find residence elsewhere, darling?” Kol suggested. He pulled you in for a hug, allowing you to listen to his heartbeat. He hugged you so tight, showing you that he never wants to risk losing you again. Words weren’t needed for you to know this. The hold he has you in made it quite clear.

“Anywhere with you.” You lifted your head up to look at how beautifully sculptured Kol’s face is. He loosens his hug and leans down to kiss you passionately. Even being with him for over 300 years, he still managed to give you butterflies.

Me if he was my doctor 💗

Elijah M. – Everlasting

l Words count: 1173?

Warning: NONE

REQUESTED: I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE. I HOPE  YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!

Requested by @iamnotlabeled

(Assuming requests are open) Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine where Elijah and the reader were together and married before he was turned, so when he was turned she was too. And when Elijah comes to Mystic Falls (with Y/N) to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on the couple having a cute moment and when Y/N leaves she over hears Elena ask Elijah about there relationship he gets all like glossy eyed and tells her about how their love is everlasting. Fluffy fluffy fluffy! Thank you!! 


A vampire. That is what you are. A very old vampire. Just as old as the oldest vampires. You’re more than thousand year old vampire. Not an original but the closest thing to one. You were married to Elijah Mikaelson three years before Henrik died and for Mikael, Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebekah to be turned into blood drinking creatures. It was a surprise when you turned as well. Esther didn’t turn you so she was at first confused as to why you did. But she soon realized it was because you were linked to Elijah. Your love was so pure so strong that when he turned you did as well.

Now a person would think that after a thousand years you and Elijah would’ve gotten board of each other but it was quite the opposite, you two found that as years passed you love for each other only grew stronger. The world has yet to find a love stronger and more pure than yours.

You weren’t surprised when Elijah told you that you were going to Mystic Falls to help the new doppelgänger. Elijah wanted to get back on Klaus for daggering his siblings and dropping them at the bottom of the ocean, or so he said.

Elijah and you were in the Salvatore boarding house. The Salvatore’s weren’t there, but Elena said that she was on her way. You saw Elijah standing by the window watching the forest. You walked up to him silently and slowly moved your arms around his waist from the back and pressed your chest to his back, Elijah’s tense body relaxed immediately. You laid your chin on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry ‘Lijah everything will turn out alright.” You told him softly as you two gazed at the forest outside.

“Can’t help but worry.” Elijah told you and you lessened your hold on him so he’d be able to turn in your arms. Now he was looking at you. “Niklaus has always found a way to get what he wanted no matter the family he hurts in the process.”

“But we always found a way to be together.” You said your voice light yet so full of sadness.

“Yet, you have spent more than a hundred years without me by your side because of Klaus.” Elijah said pained the years that we spent apart were filled of pain on your end. Every time Elijah’s daggered you feel the emotional pain and the pain of the daggered going in his chest and the constant ach in your chest after that.

“Yes, but we always stand together in the end.” You said giving your husband a smile. Elijah returned your smile, he always felt that effect by your smile. You leaned up and capture his lips with yours, now his hands wrapped around your waist and the small of your back. Your eyes shut, the kiss was so full of passion and love, as it has been since the first time you kissed. Your lips fitted perfectly with his lips. Elijah deepened the kiss as his tongue touched your bottom lip, your hands clutched his neck pulling him closed as if that was possible.

You found yourself pulling away before things escalated any further. Your eyes fluttered open to be met with Elijah’s chocolate ones, compelling(not really) you to stand still. You blushed as Elijah looked at you with love, lust and longing.

“When we get home, my love.” You whispered and kissed his cheek. Only to notice your lipstick on his face.

“Then I can’t wait to go home.” You smiled at his words as you started to whip the lipstick of his face with a tissue, knowing fully well that yours were smeared. Elijah was looking at you, he smiled when he saw you frown slightly focusing on the red on his face. You smiled once you whipped everything off. You tried to go the same to yourself as much as you could. “Here let me help you.”

Elijah whipped your lipstick off and smiled at you, you grinned and moved closer to him. Your hands were on his biceps. Elijah’s head rested in your hair as you just held him.

“Uh, Elijah?” You heard Elena from behind you, causing you to let go of Elijah and turn to look at the teenage girl in front of you. You gave her a kind smile, Elijah who was standing right behind you gave her a smile matching yours. Elena looked at you with wonder and… longing? She didn’t want Elijah she just wanted to have a relationship like yours.

“I’m going to go freshen up.” You said and took your handbag as you walked, knowing you’re going to need to fix your make-up. It took you four minutes to get everything sorted. Before you reached the polar you heard Elena.

“Elijah, can I ask you something?” She sounded hesitant and a bit embarrassed.

“Sure.”

“I can see how you and (y/n) love each other, and I was just wondering…” Elena paused for a second before she continued. “… how are you to so in love after so long?”

Elijah smiled and his eyes got glossy as he thought about you. Elijah looked at Elena happy to talk about you.

“(y/n) and I we met five years before I became a vampire, it didn’t take long for us to realize what we were both feeling, after two years of sneaking around and being childish we got married. I was lucky both my parents liked her. Everyone could tell what we had was true love. It is a rare thing to find some to love and for it to be so easy to be together, but I guess we were just lucky. When I became a vampire, so did she. Not because I fed her my blood and she dies, no (y/n) and I had a special connection that ever nature couldn’t stop. When I turned she turned as well, because of our love, when I’m daggered she feels it, we could feel each other’s greatest feelings. As years gone by my love for her only grew. She became the center of my world, everything revolves around her. As the world changed she became the only familiar thing I know. Out love is simply… simply…”

“Everlasting.” You said coming from behind the door your eyes glistening with tears, which are waiting to be released. Elijah smiled and nodded.

“Yes, our love is everlasting.” You gave Elena a smiled and walked up to Elijah and throw your arms around his neck. His automatically moved to your waist. “I love you so much (y/n).” He whispered in your ear, a few tears slipped from your eyes, but you were beyond happy.

“And I love you as well.”

Elena knew that there wasn’t a love like that of one you two share. People could only dream of having someone to love and care about like you care for Elijah, and him you. It was love in its purest form.

HAPPY 36TH BIRTHDAY YOU DEVILISH HANDSOME ❤! to the man with the most beautiful smile and eyes, with sexy accent that could literally kill us all, love you so much.

Can’t Sleep

Stefan Salvatore Drabble

Requested: Yes. Anon: #9 and #12 with Stefan?

Prompt(s): 9. “I’m fully aware that it’s one o’clock in the morning.” 12. “You better hope that my father didn’t hear that.”

(Not my gif, credit to owner)

Originally posted by steph-salvatore

Your eyes flickered to the flash of your digital clock and you groaned at the time. Not being able to fall asleep because the memories you had shared in your childhood home had clouded your mind and you began to reminisce on your high school experience. You had brought your boyfriend Stefan, to meet your parents and let’s say it was eventful. Of course, they had no clue he was a blood sucking vampire but you were still worried that his cravings would take over, but luckily everything went smoothly.

You lay in your old bedroom, Stefan next to you, holding you in his arms as light snores released from his body. You admired the way he slept, it was the only time he truly looked peaceful. You couldn’t help yourself and so you peppered small kisses against his jaw until you felt him stir in his sleep. He yawned, opening his eyes to find you smiling up at him. The moonlight highlighted your features as he placed a kiss on your cheek “Hi, gorgeous,” he whispered groggily, his voice raspier than usual. “Hi, baby,” you sighed out, using your thumb to caress his cheek.”Can’t sleep?” he asked turning to face you as you shook your head. His eyes lit up and kissed your forehead “I can think of something to do.” Stefan smirked against your neck as he nipped at your shoulder blade. “Stefan, it’s so late…” you moaned softly, making sure no one could hear as your parent’s room was right next to you. “I’m fully aware that it’s one o’clock in the morning,” he groaned as he tugged at your shorts, “I just want to make you feel good,” he shouted, startling you. You saw the light peep through the door signalling someone was awake. “You better hope that my father didn’t hear that,” you muttered angrily, turning to your side, leaving Stefan repeating apologies over and over again.

Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”

Niklaus!”

“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”

“Yeah!”

Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”

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Damon: “so you and (Y/N) hu?”
Stefan: *looks annoyed at damon* “what? What are you talking about?”
Damon: “oh come on, don’t think i don’t hear her sneak out of our house almost every morning”
Stefan: “fine, we are spending some time together, but i don’t know if it’s serious”

Revenge Killing- Elijah x Reader

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

This was requested to me.

Summary: The reader was kidnapped and tortured by Elena and Stefan. What will happen to them when Elijah comes at the rescue?

Warnings: Torture, blood and violence.

Please, let me know what you think :) Also remember that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there (:

Here you go :) @aliyahmikaelsontvd

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*Requested* Elijah and the reader were together and married before he was turned, so when he was turned she was too. And when Elijah comes to Mystic Falls (with Y/N) to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on the couple having a cute moment and when Y/N leaves she overhears Elena ask Elijah about their relationship he gets all like glossy eyed and tells her about how their love is everlasting.

(This is set back in Season 2 when Elijah and Elena talk about Klaus and the sacrifice. Also, this was requested pretty recently, but I loved this requests so much I had to write it immediatly. @iamnotlabeled: I hope it does your request justice. Happy reading my lovelies! )

Characters: Husband!Elijah x Wife!Reader, Elena

Story Title: “Truly Everlasting”

Word count: 898

Your name: submit What is this?


The birds outside chirp away while the soft drizzling of the fountain outside of the Lockwood mansion reach your ears. Your husband, Elijah, waits impatiently for Elena to return, while you currently rummage through the impressive music collection of the former Major. It seems he had a passion for renaissance music. Who would have thought?

You spot a particularly interesting piece and immediately felt the need to listen to it, so you place it onto the ancient record player. At the song´s very first tunes you feel hands around your waist and Elijah´s chin resting on your shoulder.

Y/N: “Do you recall how we danced to this song in…”

You try to recall the exact date, but it has been quite some time. Over 400 years to be a little more precise. But luckily your husband engraved every date into his mind.

Elijah: “…England 1601. At the English royal court on your 626th birthday.”

He gently tugs at your waist, swirls you around with one arm and then pulls you close, gently swaying with the music.

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Imagine- Having rough sex with Elijah and he tells you to call him daddy.


You whimpered in pleasure as you watched Elijah go down on you. His tongue licked at your folds while his Thumb played with your clit. “Gods Elijah!” You squeaked loudly as he hummed. He quickened his face drawing you closer to your orgasm. You grinded your hips into his face arching your back. Felling that all to familiar knot in your belly trying to squirm away you moaned loudly. Elijah help your hips down and went faster. “Oh! Elijah! I-I’m going to cum!” You yelled out only causing Elijah to go faster if that was even possible. “Elijah! Elijah!” You yelled Cumming all over Elijah’s face. You panted as he gave you one finally lick and he crawled over you trailing kisses over your stomach. “That was beautiful.” Elijah praised. You only turned red “Now since your have been a good girl You’ll get rewarded.” Without any warning he thrust into you and didn’t stop. His thrust hard bring you closer to your orgasm. You moaned his name and when he went even faster you scream his name. “Baby call me daddy.” He whispered in his ear slamming into you. You clawed his back and could feel yourself start to cum again. “Daddy! Can I cum?” You asked no you screamed loudly. “No!” He grunted back he could tell you were close when your walls clenched around his cock. This caused him to start to cum" okay baby cum.“ He told you “Daddy! Daddy!” You yelled cumming on his cock he thrust faster and spilled his seed into you. Both panting he rolled off of you to cuddle.

A/N My first smut tell me what you think please and send request!