This list is inspired and partially taken from @r-evolve-art  ‘s au masterlist.
Message me if you have a request for one of these, I would be more than happy to write it

* You have each other’s names on your wrist

* You have the name of your soulmate and the name on your enemy o on your wrist, you have to figure out which is which

* Your last words to each other are written on your arm

* You can only see color when you first meet your soulmate

* Time stops at a certain age, if you haven’t met your soulmate, or if they aren’t born yet you stay the same age until they reach yours

*  Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate

* Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

* You can only see shades of your soulmates eye color until you meet 

*  You get the same injuries as your soulmate

*  Soulmate’s share a heaven/afterlife

* You and your soulmate share dreams, you can communicate in them but you can’t remember each other’s faces when you wake up

* It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate

* Only your soulmate can kill you

*  On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate

* When you finally get within the mile of your soulmate the day repeats until you find them (Kind of like a time loop)

* Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet) 

* Soulmates are the same (souls) throughout all lives, including past lives
*  Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met

* A mirror that you can see and talk to your soulmate in, all bodies and faces are distorted so you can’t see who it is until you meet certain criteria 

* Everyone is born knowing their soulmates biggest (Maybe future) secret

* When you’re born you get a list of your soulmates biggest insecurities, you have to find out who they are based on the list

*  You meet your soulmate the day after the worst event of your life

Never has wasting away precious minutes on social media ever been so appealing, than when I actually have a spare morning to write!

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The Evil Within - Theemeadelis - The Originals (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

My own fanfic piece, based on the tv show “The Originals” - The Evil Within, part one of the The Demons That Hide Within Us trilogy.

And Davina is just out there, putting the ew into the crew

Klaus:well..?

Elijah: she said and I quote Screw you, I’m Katherine freakin’ Pierce

Klaus: ah, it appears she and Caroline are drinking again

Elijah: quite so

Absolutely no one:

No one at all:

Katherine: Cause I may be bad, and I’m perfectly good at it

Elijah: Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Caroline: Sticks and stones may break my bones

Klaus: but chains and whips excite me

So we have all watched The Originals right?

Anyway my question is…

Who in they right mind would name their baby Michal Mikealson.

Like why would you do that.

Request from Anon: Can I request an ElijahxReader imagine based off the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars? Smut

This is my first time writing Elijah smut, so it may go badly. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Versace On The Floor

Let’s take our time tonight, girl
Above us all the stars are watchin’
There’s no place I’d rather be in this world

“Where have you been?” Y/N’s words were swallowed when she looked at Elijah, at the smudge of blood on the collar on his otherwise porcelain white shirt. She looked at the furrow in his brow, the familiar darkness that resided in his eyes. She didn’t need him to answer the question, not when she saw the pain and regret carved into his face, making her want to kiss it all away.

Elijah had been protecting his family, protecting Y/N, just as he always swore he would. He told her so as they lay in bed together, as he asked her why she stayed with a monster such as him. She would kiss him then, mutter words of love against his lips, reminding him that he wasn’t a monster.

Not to her.

He’d tell her that if he could, he would give her every star in the sky, that there was nowhere he would rather be than with her. She felt the same, so when she looked at him now, at the remnants of the acts he had committed, she walked towards him with tenderness.

Elijah leaned into her touch as she cupped his cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

Your eyes are where I’m lost in
Underneath the chandelier
We’re dancin’ all alone

In true Elijah Mikaelson fashion, the oldest of the living brothers produced a handkerchief from his shirt pocket with his usual flourish. He didn’t speak as Y/N took it from him, her fingers folding over his for only a moment.

There was a tension between the two that they recognised, one that sparked heat, flames crackling along their skin with a pleasant tingle. Y/N thought it best to let it burn alongside her task, her eyes never leaving Elijah’s as she began to dab at the blood on his collar. “Whatever you did, you did it because you’re a good man.”

“How can you be so sure?” Elijah’s voice was hoarse, his lips inches from Y/N’s.

“Because I know you, Elijah Mikaelson.” Y/N dropped the handkerchief to the floor, that tension overpowering everything she knew to be logical. “And I love you.”

The overhanging light illuminated his face as he leant in to kiss her, and Y/N couldn’t help herself when she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close as their lips moved in perfect synchronicity, a dance that only they knew the steps too. Elijah’s hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip and gaining entrance.

There’s no reason to hide
What we’re feelin’ inside
Right now

Y/N pushed Elijah’s suit jacket off his shoulders, let him pull her shirt over her head. There was a rhythm to what they shared in these moments, one they knew like the backs of their hands. There was an understanding to it all, a mutual agreement that there was nothing to hide now, only to show the intent desire that they felt for each other.

Their lips joined again as Elijah pushed Y/N towards the bed, laying her down with a pleasant fragility. There was that heat, burning just as Y/N had intended, scorching her skin as Elijah hovered over the top of her.

She made short work of the buttons on his shirt, and she saw Elijah smile as he discarded of it with a carelessness that was so unlike him. A carelessness that was reserved for her, for these moments, for right now.

He hovered over her before pressing kisses down her stomach, before undoing the button on her jeans. He never took his eyes off her as he pulled them down her legs, kissing his way back up her thighs, and repeating the action with her underwear.

Y/N grabbed the back of Elijah’s head and pulled him back up to face her. She smiled before flipping them over.

So, baby, let’s just turn down the lights
And close the door
Oooh I love that dress

Elijah looked up at Y/N in amazement, one hand stroking down her spine as he leaned up to kiss her. “You really are beautiful.” His words sunk into her skin, her hand trailing down to the zip on his trousers. She pulled it down, reaching inside his boxer shorts and finding just what she wanted.

Elijah groaned against her, and for the first time that day, Y/N was pleased the door was closed. She couldn’t help herself when she sunk onto him, remembering just why she loved him, forgetting everything he had done that she should have thought was monstrous.

He had protected her today, she knew that, and as she began to move, she hoped that she was helping him to forget how bad he felt about embracing his nature. It didn’t matter what the occasion was, whether he was late for a date where she wore his favourite dress or a moment of pure spontaneity, Y/N would always remind Elijah that she loved him for protecting her.

That he was a good man, regardless of what history said.

His hand trailed up her back, resting on the back of her neck, and thus began the moment where they became one.

But you won’t need it anymore
No, you won’t need it no more
Let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby

Elijah’s lips found hers and Y/N fell into his kiss as they moved together, the only sound the occasional gasp that filled the room. It was in these moments that Y/N was reminded of how she didn’t need anything else, only Elijah, only his love and affection, only his undying willingness to keep her safe, to remind her that she was loved, that she was his.

So she continued to kiss him as they moved, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, the final flame of that fire within her threatening to burn brighter than any others of its kind. Her lips left Elijah’s only for a moment, only to look into his eyes and tell him that she was close to exploding, close to drowning in him.

And then his lips devoured hers again, swallowing her screams and giving her his own. And when it was over, he rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in disjointed unison.

Elijah looked at Y/N through hooded eyes, and smiled briefly, before letting her climb off him. She settled down next to him, head on his chest as she tried to regain her breath.

“I don’t deserve you,” he muttered into her hair. She sat up and looked at him.

“How many times, Elijah? You’re a good man. You deserve everything.”

Versace on the floor
Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl

Elijah looked at Y/N then, really looked at her. He didn’t understand how someone like her could love someone like him, how she could stand with him through everything, how she could think that he was a good man. She hadn’t been there for the past ten centuries, and whenever he reminded her, she always told him that she didn’t care.

That it didn’t matter who he was then, only who he was now.

She was perfect, truly. A diamond that belonged with the stars, a silk dress that should be worn by royalty. And for some strange reason, she had chosen to be with him.

So when she told him that he deserved everything, he told her that that was what he wanted to give her. He wanted to give her everything and more. She smiled that beautiful smile and leaned up to kiss him.

His hands slid over her bare shoulders as he pulled her back on top of him, and in that moment, one of those moments that he would always wish to share with Y/N, Elijah realised that he truly was the luckiest man in the world.

He had Y/N, after all. He hoped he always would.

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Request from @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​: Ooo! I just thought of a good one! Would you be interested in writing a fic for this request? So, the reader is part of ‘the gang’ and human. When Elijah first comes to Mystic Falls he is instantly drawn to her and admires her from afar and she isn’t really looking for anyone - just trying to stay alive - but they do become friends. When Klaus comes to town, she falls hard and fast for him - probably the whole bad boy immortal hybrid thing - and it hurts her so much to see him smitten with Caroline. She kind of breaks after the whole prom thing in 4x19 of TVD - the dress (it looked like a wedding dress! Come on!) & him allowing Tyler to live but to leave just because Caroline was so happy with her ending for prom. Elijah sees this and comforts her and she realises that who she needs has been right in front of her all along.

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x ​

It was so you, so typically you. It was just like you to fall for someone you couldn’t have, someone who was so wrong for you in so many ways. It was just like you to fall for the bad boy, but he wasn’t just the bad boy this time around, he was the bad guy.

At least, that was what everyone else thought.

You knew that Klaus Mikaelson was breaking your heart, that he had fallen for someone else, for your friend of all people, but that didn’t stop part of you wanting to see him redeemed, wanting him to look at you the same way he looked at Caroline.

At first, it had been easy to pretend, easy to watch him take more notice of your friend than he did you. It had been easy to pretend that one day he would turn around and he would look at you like you were the most important person in the world.

It had been easy to pretend that he didn’t just see you as his older brother’s friend, Elijah always a source of comfort.

But it was getting harder to find that comfort, especially after prom. Especially when Klaus helped her with the most beautiful of dresses, when he let Tyler leave town just to make her happy.

It was harder to find that comfort when you were sat on your doorstep in a dress you had thought was perfect, alone.

Alone, until he showed up.

Elijah had been watching Y/N all night, watching the way her eyes flew to Caroline, as she overheard what had happened between her and Klaus. Elijah was sure he had seen Y/N’s heart shatter into pieces tonight and there was nothing he wanted more than to stitch it back together.

He had fallen for Y/N the moment he had seen her sat in the corner of the Mystic Grill, nose in a book. It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to become friends, nor had it taken long for Elijah to notice the interest she had taken in his younger brother.

He had known from the start it would only end with her getting hurt and he hated that. He didn’t blame Klaus, the hybrid oblivious to Y/N’s feelings, only himself, for letting it get this far.

He was walking home when he saw her outside her own house, heels discarded on the pavement, her cheeks flushed. Elijah knew then that she had been crying and all he wanted to do was kiss away her tears. He walked over to her, and leaned against the porch frame, looking at her with a sad intrigue. “May I ask why you’re sat here?”

She looked up at him. “Forgot my keys.”

“Ah.” Elijah moved, and took a seat next to her. “Care for some company?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer, giving her a look that he knew she would recognise. A look that would tell her he wasn’t going anywhere.

She smiled a sad smile at him, and in that moment, Elijah thought she had never looked more beautiful.

There was something about being with Elijah that made you want to spill the deepest secrets of your soul. It was the way he had always looked at you, as if he were hanging onto your every word, taking each into his heart and savouring it, keeping it safe from harm.

That was why you couldn’t help it when you leaned into him and cried onto his shoulder. He had always known about your feelings for Klaus, and you relished his silence as you confessed your frustration, your heartbreak.

And then, when you were finished, when you were sure there would be no more tears, Elijah kissed the top of your head, and everything changed.

It was as if a switch had flicked on in your mind, your heart racing faster than it had ever done before at the sight of Elijah. It was a feeling you associated with Klaus, not with the man who was one of your closest friends.

You pulled away from him and looked at him as if you were seeing him for the first time. Elijah. Elijah who had been there for you through everything. Elijah who had never complained. Elijah who had always held your hand when you needed him most.

Elijah who you never thought you would be the one. But yet, here you were, second guessing everything.

“Something wrong, Y/N?”

Elijah hadn’t been able to help himself when he kissed the top of Y/N’s head. It had just happened, as if all his feelings for her had finally bubbled over the surface. And now she was looking at him differently, and he was afraid.

Afraid that she wouldn’t want to be near him anymore.

“It’s you.” Two words, those were all she said. Two words that had Elijah’s undead heart racing, two words that he both understood and didn’t, his hopes and dreams merging with reality.

Y/N continued. “It’s you I’m supposed to be with, isn’t it?” She paused, and looked at him, cupping his cheek with her hand. Elijah’s eyes fluttered closed, having only dreamt of her touching him like this. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

So she had figured it out, Elijah thought. He wasn’t surprised; she was an intelligent woman.

“Only if it’s what you want.”

She leaned up and kissed him, her lips capturing his in a way Elijah had only envisioned in the deepest corners of his mind.

He was the person that had been in front of her all along, waiting for her to come to this very realisation. And as he kissed her back, Elijah Mikaelson knew only one thing.

Y/N Y/L/N was the one for him.

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Request from Anon: Ok so I just had this idea and since requests are open I was wondering if u could do it XD ok so what if the reader finds out Elijah is a vampire and obviously he goes into the “im a vampire” speech expecting the reader to run and all that but instead when the reader finds out they are just like “nice :)” not even scared or anything I feel like that would be so funny and a big shock to elijah, u can make it as fluffy as u want :)

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Elijah’s never been terrified before, never known a fear like this one. The fear that comes when you’re staring at him like you are now, having found him in his most primitive state. He’s always wanted to surprise you, always treats you on your birthday, but this is a surprise he didn’t want to give, and he doesn’t know what to do.

So he does the only thing he can, eyes never leaving you as he pulls out a handkerchief and dabs at the blood on his lip. He’s expecting you to run, expecting you to scream. The woman he loves has just found him as he was made by his mother – a vampire, a monster that should only exist in stories.

It’s as you’re looking at him, your eyes wide, that he realises he has to say something. He opens his mouth, and he hates the words that come out, hates how they sound. “Y/N, there’s something I have to tell you. I’m – ”

“A vampire.” Your words are coated in a tone of disbelief, and Elijah doesn’t understand why you aren’t more afraid. Any other person would be.

Then again, you’re not just any other person.

Elijah doesn’t expect the next word that comes out of your mouth, and he’s the one who gets the surprise when you speak. You look at him with intrigue, and a smile graces your face. “Nice.”

He wrinkles his forehead in confusion. “Nice?”

You walk over and kiss him on the cheek. “This doesn’t change anything, Elijah. I still love you.”

Elijah looks at you in wondrous exasperation. You never cease to amaze him, and the fact that you’re not even upset about his lies of who he is makes him love you more than he thought was possible. He’ll always be surprised by you, and he constantly looks forward to the next time.

That night marks the first Mikaelson family dinner that you’ll be aware of the fact that vampires exist. Elijah has spent the day explaining to you who he and his family really are. 

Elijah’s eyes never leave you as you take your place next to him at the table.

His brother sits at the head of the table, and the hybrid – as you’ve just discovered – looks at you with a smirk. “So, Y/N. Elijah tells me you know the truth. Scared?”

You look back at Klaus with as much arrogance as he shows you, the two of you always trying to outdo each other in such a game. “Not at all.”

The hybrid smiles, before glancing at his older brother. “Hold onto her, Elijah.”

Elijah’s arm rests on the back of your chair. “Oh, I plan to.”

The dinner goes swimmingly, with Elijah and his family happy to answer any questions you may have. It’s the final one that reminds Elijah just why he loves you, and just why he always looks forward to the surprises you give him. Your question makes him laugh, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he sees how serious you are.

“Can you really turn into bats?”

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Request from Anon: You could make a imagine where the reader is invited to a ball and Elijah asks him to dance and it’s fluff but there’s a lot of sexual tension going on between them during that. It would be nice.

Agh, I’m sorry this has taken so long! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

You stand there, you wait, you listen to the beat of the music and note how it matches the steady thrum of your heartbeat. You’re not supposed to be here, you know that, know that you’re not suited for such an occasion, know that you don’t have the charm that exudes from all the men here.

The charm that exudes from him.

You can’t help but notice him, can’t help but notice the way his suit fits him perfectly, almost like it was made just for him, can’t help but notice the way he’s standing there too, as if he’s waiting for something. For someone. Maybe he’s listening to the beat of the music too, maybe he’s noting how it matches the much slower thrum of his undead heart, maybe he can hear yours too.

You shake the thought out of your head, knowing that he doesn’t even know you exist.

Your heartbeat has sped up, you know that, more of a quickstep than a waltz now. It sounds disjointed, out of time with the classical music that floods the ballroom, the setting that you were invited to and you don’t know why. You try to train your gaze on a spectacular ice sculpture, but you catch a shadow, and you can’t help but look at the being that has swallowed the light so beautifully.

It’s him, standing at your shoulder, and there’s that charm again, radiating from him like heat from a fire. It scorches your skin, and you feel it bury itself inside your soul, making your knees tremble. With only a false composure, you turn to face him and you can’t help but study the deep brown of his eyes, the parting of his hair, the way he looks at you with such intrigue. Your mouth is dry as you open it, the one word that escapes it hoarse and crackling.

“Hello.”

He blinks at you, a smile playing on his lips. Your heartbeat only increases as you watch him restrain such a gesture, and you realise then that the stories are true. Of all his family, he truly is the most charming, the most sophisticated, the most handsome. He extends his hand, and you take it, shivering as his fingers curl inside your palm. You never knew a handshake could have such an effect, and you miss the warmth of his touch when he removes his hand. “I’m Elijah.”

You can’t tell him you already knew that, can’t tell him that you’ve known who he is since the moment he arrived in town. You tell him your own name, and that’s when Elijah finally smiles, no restraint necessary and it fits with his nature. It’s a charming stretch of his lips, and you feel as if a spell has been cast on you by some unknown fairy godmother.

But in those stories, it’s always a prince and a princess. Tonight, as Elijah asks you to dance, as you accept his offer with shaky hands, you change the narrative. Tonight, two princes will dance the night away, changing the tale with an ending that suits them.

Elijah puts his hand on your back – ever the leader, as you’d expect – and you let him move you to the beat of the music. It was easy to focus on when you were trying to match it with your heartbeat, but now you have Elijah’s body so close to yours and all rational thought is flying out of the window with every step that you take. Elijah chuckles, and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Your heartbeat is racing,” he mutters, and you swallow out of fear or attraction, you’re not sure. This man could kill you with a flick of his wrist, but you don’t want him to leave you, don’t want his body away from yours. “You should just try to relax, Y/N.”

Even the way he says your name has an element of charm about it. It’s so infuriating, what he’s able to do to you, the way he crafts each letter as if it were its own individual sculpture. You’d heard his brother was the artist, but Elijah’s mannerisms, his voice, his tone, has you doubting such legends.

You try to do as he says, but it’s oh so difficult. You can feel his body swaying against yours, can feel your heart still racing, that spell he’s cast wrapping around the two of you as if chaining you together. You never want that chain to break, never want to be freed from the pleasant prison that Elijah has entrapped you in.

But then the song ends, and you can’t help but look at Elijah, waiting for something, something you’re not quite sure of. He removes his grip, and you miss his touch, miss that warmth.

But it’s replaced when Elijah takes your hand in his and brushes his lips over your knuckles. You almost fall to your knees, overwhelmed by his immortal charm. Such charisma is undying, just as he is. It haunts you into the night, his final words to you ringing in your ears.

“It was a pleasure, Y/N. I look forward to next time.”

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