Request from @sluttylesbian4you: Hi, I love your elijah imagines so much can you do a Elijah x fem!reader fluff with a little baby pls thank you ❤️
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
You stand in the doorway, watching Elijah with your daughter. She’s a matter of months old, and she rests in his arms like she knows she belongs there – like she knows she’s loved by the man you’re proud to call her father.
You study the way he looks at her, appreciative of the way he let you lie in after being up all night with her earlier in the week. Elijah looks at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world, a smile on his face and he hums what you recognize as your favourite song.
He’s always said she’ll end up a carbon copy of her mother, never saying it’s a bad thing. You start to see how that might happen as she smiles at the tune.
You don’t want to interrupt them, don’t want to disturb this perfect moment, so you stay silent for a little while longer, watching the man you love with your child.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come and say good morning?” Elijah never takes his eyes off the baby as he speaks to you, and you’re reminded of how he can hear your heartbeat, how he probably heard you moving about upstairs. You sigh, and walk over to him, wrapping one arm around his waist from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder.
The other arm brushes your daughter’s cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart.” You kiss Elijah’s cheek. “And good morning to you too. How was she?”
“Oh, we had a fair bit of crying, but didn’t take too long to calm down.”
You both stand there for a moment, in awe of the baby that you two created, of how perfect she has, how small she is, how delicate she is. She’s truly yours, and you’ve both said how you didn’t think it was possible to love something so much.
Her eyes close slowly, and at that, Elijah lowers her back into her crib.
It’s then that he turns and brushes his lips against your forehead. Your eyes close as he does so, breathing him in, reminding yourself that in spite of everything you’ve been through, every danger you’ve faced, you’re here, now, with him, with her, as a family. A bond that can never be broken, not really.
“I trust you slept well.” Elijah cups your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You lean into his touch as you hum in response. “Let me make you breakfast.”
“You really don’t have to, you’ve done enough today.”
“And you do enough every day, yet you still choose to do more.” You open your mouth to protest. “No arguments. You stay here, watch over her, and I’ll be back with breakfast.”
“And then what?”
Elijah smiles. “Well, that all depends on her, doesn’t it?” It’s not a dig, it’s a statement of love. Your lives now revolve around the baby in the room, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.
The moon is high Like your friends were the night that we first met Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I’ve read all of the books beside your bed
Elijah looked out over the courtyard of the Mikaelson compound, his tie yet to be tied, shirt buttons yet to be done up. He was nervous, his shaky hands forcing him to give up on the bowtie for the moment. It was okay, he told himself. He still had an hour until she arrived, and he could spend that time making sure everything else was perfect before he focused on his own appearance.
Moonlight bled across the concrete tiles, and as Elijah listened to the buzz of the streets, he could hear the laughter of a group of young women, Y/N’s laughter the most distinguished among the noise. She was a few houses along, hanging out with her friends before she was due to meet him back at the place they both called home.
Her laugh was so familiar to Elijah, so comforting. He remembered the first time he’d heard it, the way it captivated him, the way its owner had left him speechless with her beauty. Two years on, and he still found himself amazed by Y/N, by the way she made him feel so at peace, by the way she let him know everything about her.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her on that fateful night, and as he leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her, he knew he never would. He caught a glimpse of her favourite book left on the breakfast table, making a mental note to move it back to the bedside later.
The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe
The minutes ticked by faster than Elijah would have liked, and he resisted the urge to curse as he heard Y/N’s laughter grow closer and closer. He couldn’t ask her to leave, couldn’t tell her that he wasn’t ready for her yet, would never even have dreamt of giving her the cold shoulder. He couldn’t bear the thought of ever hurting her, which he hoped to convey to her tonight.
He hoped to tell her that despite all the games they had played in the first few months of their relationship, constantly playing hard to get, Elijah had wanted Y/N to be his more than anything in the world. He hoped to tell her how he wanted to hold her hand for the rest of his immortal life, how he wanted to wake up next to her, to follow the movement of her chest as she breathed against him, their hearts beating in synchronicity.
Elijah took one last look at the perfect vintage he had selected, at the evening he had taken so long to create, before turning back to the mirror hanging over the fireplace. He wasn’t used to his hands being so shaky, and as he failed yet again to do his tie, he sighed, thinking to himself that he would just have to leave it.
He leaned back against the doorframe, overlooking the courtyard, and took a deep breath when he saw Y/N walk into the compound, looking as beautiful as ever.
Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night (Oh) Kiss me twice 'cause it’s gonna be alright (Uh) Three times 'cause I waited my whole life (1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4)
Elijah couldn’t help but smile when Y/N looked at him, forever captivated by her. She ran up the stairs to see him, stopping when she looked at his dishevelled state. He didn’t blame her for her confusion, however brief it was, knowing that everyone was used to seeing him as immaculate. “Long night?”
“You could say that.” Elijah leaned into Y/N as she kissed him, his hand resting on her jaw. Her lips left his too soon, but it was that simple kiss combined with her next words that reassured him that everything would be fine.
She slipped one hand under his open collar, using the other to pull the tie off his neck, tossing it carelessly to the floor. “Well, I still think you look dashing.” Elijah resisted the urge to laugh at her dramatics, reminding himself that he had waited his entire life for the woman who stood before him, waited for this moment.
Y/N looked past him, an eyebrow raising at the sight behind him – the lights, the wine, the mood perfectly set. “Is it my birthday?”
Elijah intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her into the room. “Come on.” Pulling her along felt so easy, and he hoped she couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating, his hands finally having stopped shaking once they found their place in Y/N’s.
I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that’s right Darling, you’re the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
Elijah poured Y/N a glass of wine, his fingers brushing hers when she took it from him. She sipped from it before looking at him. “Elijah, what’s going on?” There was worry in her voice, and Elijah wanted nothing more than to kiss it away, wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be fine. He’d had a plan for tonight, but as he looked at Y/N now, he realised that he wanted to abandon that plan. He took a deep breath and began the most important speech of his life.
“Y/N Y/L/N, I always thought my family was complete, always thought that eternity had nothing more to offer me. And then, two years ago, I met you and I realised that I was wrong. I have walked this earth for a thousand years, and I have never cared for something as much as I care for you, as much as I love you. You were unexpected in the best way possible. I want the rest of my life to be as unpredictable and I know that the only way that’s going to happen is if you’re in it. I love you, Y/N, which is why I need to ask you one simple question.” He took the small box out of his trouser pocket and knelt before Y/N.
Y/N didn’t even give him the chance to finish that question before she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Y/N laughed as Elijah slipped the ring onto her finger.
Uh huh, that’s right Darling, you’re the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you’re the one I want
Later that evening, Elijah leaned against the doorframe as he watched Y/N walk across the courtyard of the Mikaelson compound. His eyes were drawn to that diamond on her finger, the smile on her face as she showed it off to his sisters. He could hear that familiar laughter escaping her lips, and there was something so endearing about knowing that he would now hear it for the rest of his life.
She was the one he wanted, he was sure of that, and he was so lucky that she wanted him back.
Amidst the laughter, the celebration from the rest of his siblings, Elijah caught Y/N looking up at him, caught her smiling at him. It was a smile that he would capture in photographs, in his dreams, every single day for the rest of eternity.
But for now, he was more than happy to watch, forever captivated by her beauty. So he leaned against the doorframe, tie abandoned, shirt collar undone, lips tingling and heart racing. He leaned against the doorframe, overlooking the Mikaelson compound, the place he called home finally feeling complete.
All because of his missing piece, all because of Y/N Y/L/N, the woman he would soon call his wife.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January And this is our place, we make the rules
Elijah wasn’t really focused on the book in his lap, not when Y/N was sitting opposite him, nose in her own novel. When he was sure she wasn’t looking, he’d look up, spare a glance at her, study her as he so often did. He loved the way her eyes flew over the pages, the way her bottom lip found its way beneath her teeth when she reached a point that had her particularly entranced.
Entranced, just like he found himself every time he looked at her, every time she reminded him that she was his.
It was times like these, quiet, tranquil moments that were so rare, that Elijah reminisced on all the things he wanted to give Y/N. He wanted to find them a house, remembering how she had told him of childhood Christmases. When December came, he wanted to decorate that house the way she remembered it, wanted to dance with her, barefooted under the glow of fairy lights, kiss her under the mistletoe.
He wanted to kiss her every day for the rest of his life, wanted to place his hand on the small of her back and hold her close, whisper his feelings for her until his throat was raw.
Elijah smiled to himself as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers dancing across the pages of the book in her hand. He wanted to kiss each fingertip, but for now, he would settle with watching her at her most content.
And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Y/N wasn’t really focused on the book in her lap, not when Elijah was sitting opposite her, nose in his own novel. When she was sure he wasn’t looking, she’d look up, spare a glance at him, study him as she so often did. She loved the way he remained serene no matter the content of the book, the way his fingers turned each page with such delicacy.
Delicacy, just like he treated her with every time he kissed her, every time he held her tight and reminded her that he was hers.
It was times like these, quiet, tranquil moments that were so rare, that Y/N reminisced on the life that she wanted with Elijah. There was almost a golden haze about him, a light that followed him constantly, crushing any darkness he felt he had. She saw it when they were in bed together, facing each other, Elijah’s fingers tracing her cheekbones as if she were made of glass.
She wanted him to do that every day for the rest of her life, wanted to feel like she had known him forever when in reality it had felt like seconds, to feel comfortable with him yet always anticipating just what he would do next.
Y/N smiled to herself as Elijah turned another page, lips twitching ever so slightly at the corners. She wanted to kiss those lips, feel them part beneath her own, but for now, she would settle with watching him at his most content.
Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah
Elijah looked on as Y/N neared the end of her book, finally choosing to speak when she turned the last page. “How was it?”
“Not too bad. I’ve read better.” She stood, before walking over to the bookcase and putting the novel back in its rightful place. Y/N turned to face him. “How’s that?”
Elijah smiled. “I’ve read better.” He didn’t tell her the truth that he had no idea what was actually going on in it, having lost the ability to focus with her around. He closed the book, putting it on the table next to him. He would give it another go some other time, when Y/N wasn’t in the room perhaps. But then again, he could think of nothing worse than not having her in his line of sight.
He reached out and grabbed her hand, tangling his fingers with her own. He would go wherever this hand led him, he realised, as he fulfilled his wish of kissing Y/N’s fingertips. He pulled her around to his front, feeling a familiar sense of comfort as she sat on his knee, threading her fingers through his hair.
Elijah would always want to be close to Y/N, he had known that since the moment he met her. He rested his head on her shoulder, nose brushing the column of her throat and she hummed contentedly. “What’s all this about?”
Elijah looked up at Y/N as if she were the only person left in the world. “Do I need a reason?”
Take me out, and take me home You’re my, my, my, my lover
Y/N looked down at Elijah, his question lingering in the air. He didn’t need a reason, she supposed, didn’t need a reason to show his affection. “I suppose not.”
“Yousupposenot?” Elijah slid his hand up her neck, thumb resting on the point of her chin, fingers splayed across her cheek. He searched her eyes. “Do you have even the slightest idea of what you mean to me?”
Y/N smiled. “I think I have an idea.” She didn’t tell him that what she meant to him probably mirrored just what he meant to her, if not more, didn’t need to as she looked back into Elijah’s eyes with all the affection she could muster. She could think of nothing worse than not having him by her side, than waking up one morning and not being able to have these moments with him.
She continued to play with his hair, hand sliding down the back of his head and fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck. She dipped her head slightly, realising that he was what being at home felt like, as she fulfilled her wish of feeling Elijah’s lips part beneath her own. Her hold on him only intensified as the kiss grew deeper, Elijah’s other hand sliding up the small of her back.
Y/N would always want to be close to Elijah, she had known that since the moment she met him. She parted from him, nose brushing against his as she smiled. “I love you, Elijah Mikaelson.”
Elijah’s eyes never left Y/N’s, looking at her as if she were everything. “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”
Request from Anon: Heyyy, so congratulations on the new blog!! I know it will be as fantastic as the others you own!! And here I’m, already, making a request:)) I would like to request an imagine where the reader finds out she’s pregnant, full of fluff with a very protective Elijah being a very proud dad:D Pleaseee❤❤
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
You smiled as you looked down at your stomach, placing your hand over the spot where there was life growing. There was barely a bulge there yet, just a bundle of cells beneath your skin, slowly merging to form a person, a child that you would be able to call yours.
You had only known about them for a matter of hours, and at first, you had been surprised, stunned into disbelief. Elijah was a vampire – he wasn’t supposed to be able to reproduce, but there was the evidence on the pregnancy test, as clear as day. You wondered how he was going to react when you told him, and that moment of doubt flew into your mind. It was brief, memories of how he acted around his niece making you see sense.
He would be thrilled, you knew it.
You waited for him now, your grin growing when you heard the door open. You watched him walk into the compound, studying the features of the father of your child. He spotted you and smiled, making to walk over to you and kiss you, when he stopped.
You watched as he listened to the heartbeat of your child, as his eyes fell to your stomach, to the hand that you placed on it. His gaze met yours, and a single word escaped his mouth. “How?”
There was concern in his face, but you could see the ghost of a smile begin to grow. There was no doubt that it was his child, his faith in you undying. You would never betray him, just like you knew he would never do the same to you. “I don’t know. But right now, I don’t care. Do you?”
Elijah took a few more steps over to you, his hand covering the one on your stomach. His breath mingled with yours, your lips mere inches from each other’s. His fingers slotted with yours in that moment, listening to the beating heart of the child he got to call his own. “Not particularly.” Elijah smiled at you, teeth showing as you saw true contentment in his eyes for the first time in a long time. His other hand reached up and cupped your cheek, thumb sliding over your skin. “Do you want this?”
Your heart began to beat rapidly at his concern for you, his desire to always give you what you wanted. You nodded, close to tears. Elijah smiled again, and it was in that moment he kissed you, closing that gap between the two of you. His lips moved against yours in perfect synchronicity, his hand never leaving the one on your stomach. There was three of you now, and as he parted from you and looked down at your stomach, you knew that Elijah would make sure to protect all of you.
For the next few months, you could see how proud Elijah was to be a father. Pride emanated from him every time he looked at you, every time he noted how your stomach was growing. You could see it every time he looked at Hope, knowing that he was finally to have his own child. You heard it in his voice every time he spoke to his brother about fatherhood, every time he told you he loved you.
It was a terrifying thing, to become a parent, but Elijah managed to make you forget that fear. He reminded you of the joys of parenting, of how there would soon be a child that relied on you, that loved you unconditionally, that would make your dreams of having a real family come true. As you lay in bed, Elijah placed his hand over your stomach, mirroring that moment when he had found out you were pregnant as you placed your hand over his and slotted your fingers together.
And then you felt it.
Elijah’s eyes widened at the action, your child kicking against your hands. He smoothed your intertwined hands over your skin, as if to soothe the baby, but instead another kick was issued. You laughed. “I think someone likes you.”
Elijah smiled and you watched as he leaned over and pressed his lips against your stomach. “Well, I happen to like that someone too.” Elijah moved back up, his hand still on your stomach, your baby have calmed down with the feel of the kiss. Using his other hand, he hooked a finger under your chin, his eyes searching yours. “And I promise to keep you safe, Y/N. Both of you.”
“I know.” You pressed your lips against his, a gentle feather-light kiss enough for Elijah to understand just what he meant to you. There was so much weight in his eyes, so much strain from constantly believing that he had to be the responsible one. Your kiss reminded him that he wasn’t alone, not as long as you were by his side.
You settled into him, your head in the crook of his neck, and Elijah placed a kiss on top of your head. “I love you.”
There was still a few more months to go until you could meet your child, but you knew that when that time came, everything would be perfect. You would try your best to be the perfect mother, and you knew that most things would be uncertain but it didn’t matter.
Not when you knew the truth.
Elijah Mikaelson would be the perfect father. And the proudest one, too.
Summary: a sad Klaus calls you in the middle of the night because he needs a friend to get drunk with (later elijah comes to the rescue) human au, klaus centred minor elijah at start and end
Pairings: Human!Klaus Mikaelson and Human!BestFriend!Reader, brief Human!Elijah Mikaelson x Human!, Human!Klaus Mikaelson and Human!Elijah Mikaelson
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, human au the are in their 20s
warnings: drinking, mention of pregnancy, implied mikael terrible parenting
Words:4150
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading.
You were sleeping soundly in your small bedroom next to elijah when your phone on your nightstand started vibrating making you wake up. You picked it up quickly grunting silently hoping it had not woken up elijah, he really needed and deserved to sleep.
Your eyes adjusted to the faint light of the phone screen in the dark room, as you turned on your side to check on elijah and smiled. Elijah was sleeping soundly next to you, you could see only his naked shoulders as he laid on his tummy, his arm protectively around your hips.
He had come back after a 18 hours shift from the legal office he had started working in this year, an intern work sl4ve, in the belief that in a year or two he could finally have a competing paycheck to give you the life he promised you. Not that you needed it, you were happy with what you had and grateful for the sacrifices he made for the family as his work were the main financial source for yours and klaus college found, you would graduate next year and klaus had just started.
When elijah had come home he was so tired and sleepy but his eyes were always full of love when he saw you. although you had insisted that he went to sleep right away, he had still managed to last a round with you, as he had replied that he genuinely wanted to, having missed you, which you had too. Then he had fallen in a deep sleep, which you were pretty sure not even the alarm could wake him up.
You gently removed elijah’s arm from your hips careful not to wake him and read the name on the phone screen and picked up immediately
‘nikalus what is going on? I swear if this a drunk call I will-’ you whispered annoyed, it wasn’t the first time klaus had called in the middle of the night, usually because he was drunk
‘can you come over?’ his voice sounded both worried and sad, that made you alarm immediately
‘I’ll be there ASAP. let me wake elijah’ you replied turning towards your sleeping boyfriend
‘no’ klaus replied immediately
‘no?’ you asked questioningly
‘right now I need a drinking buddy not my older brother scolding me’ klaus explained
‘okay, are you sure you are okay?’ you asked again worry and confusion rising. If it had been an emergency he would have allowed you to wake elijah so you were not really understanding the situation as worry for your best friend rose
‘I will tell you when you come over. The bar next to campus.’ He said before ending the call
You got up trying to be quieter as possible and put on the first clothes you could find, then you took a paper and pen from your study desk
‘honey, niki called and told me he needed a friend and not to wake you. I’m sure everything is fine, or I would have called you by now. Do not worry and sleep, you need it. We are at the bar next to his dorm. I’ll be back before you start missing me ;) Love you y/n.’
You place the note on his nightstand over his phone and then bend down to tenderly kiss his head, he stirred in his sleep and you smiled at that.
You exited the door, started the car and drove to where klaus had asked you.
You parked the car and entered the bar, it was fairly empty being the middle of the week. You spotted klaus right away he was drinking at the counter, giving the shoulder to the door
‘this better be a life death situation for having me leave your handsome sleeping brother in my warm bed’ at the sound of your voice he turned towards you and your face fell.
He was under shock, and it was crystal clear. the tone at the phone had not let transpire his real state, you would have bet that he had cried from how his eyes had a faint red in them. You rushed to him taking the back of his neck in your hand while your eyes scanned his features and you other hand gently inspected if he was hurt
‘niki, are you okay? Are you hurt? what happened?’ you asked panic surging in you
‘y/n gosh relax’ he told you as you let him go
‘Nik you are scaring me. What happened?’ you replied not convinced as he motioned for you to take a sit
‘I’ve had too few drinks for this conversation y/n’ he replied drawing his drink. He was underage barely 20, but apparently at this bar they did not care
‘ what do you need then?’ you replied, reading in his eyes that he needed you to be there but momentarily shut up with your interrogation
‘my best friend terrible humor and at least five other shots of cheap bourbon’
‘okay’ you said sitting down and putting your purse on the counter, you still could not tear his eyes away from him
‘and please loose that face no one is dying’ he said annoyed and rolling his eyes
‘sorry’ you apologized, before his smirk came back and a matching one crawled on your face as he called the bartender and gave you your usual favorite drink
You two were in a comfortable silence as you waited to understand from klaus where the conversation was meant to go
‘so how did you sneak out?’ he finally said
‘elijah was sleeping soundly. He really needs that he is always tired even if he thinks he is able to hide it from me’ you replied with sincere concern
‘well I can’t blame him. tolerating you all day must be exhausting’ klaus smirks
‘hey! I did not come here to be bullied by you’ you reply hitting playfully his arm as klaus wears the usual satisfied smirking expression and for a moment all seems normal
‘I’m only joking. If I hear another time from him saying how lucky he has to have you I think I will drown myself in the Mississippi’ he comments annoyed, you smile at his reply
‘you are just jealous’
‘maybe’
‘so that is what this is about. that girl cami you met last week? Or caroline the girl you have been trying to get for months’ you said hitting him playfully with your shoulder as he rolled his eyes.
Cami was a psychology student in your same university. He met her at a party where you brought along klaus and was immediately starstruck by her. while caroline instead went to klaus’s college and had in the past months repeatedly resisted to klaus attempts to charm her.
‘no. we are fine. playing hard to get but I can see right through her’
‘she seemed nice’ you replied sincerely sipping your drink
‘you two would get along’
‘well then be sure to bring her over for dinner so I and elijah can meet her and show her your baby pictures if she or the other finally give in’ you smirked
‘sod of’ you two had a laugh. it felt normal and klaus felt safe and carefree as always he was with you. Best friends since high school. Even if a grey cloud was hovering over you.
Many too drink and laughs later you were borderline drunk
‘niki I’m a drink away from probably pass out or loose lucidity so you better start speaking before I drunk call your brother’ you were pretty sure that if you tried to walk you would not be able to do it without swinging, the same could be said for klaus
After a moment of silence he spoke, eyes low, fixated on his drink
‘she is pregnant’ he said barely audible
‘who?’
‘the girl I had a one drunk night stand a month ago’
You froze in your sit. Was he really telling you what you thought you understood? You turned your head to look at him, his eyes wide in fear while shock took over you
‘niklaus you are trying to tell me that you will be a father?’ you asked your voice careful to not let transpire your shock and fear
‘yes’ he whispered
You drowned your glass not sure what to say ‘is she sure she is pregnant and that is yours?’ you asked him seriously
‘she went to the doctor and told me I was the last one she slept with, the doctor confirmed it both statements’ he replied fidgeting with his glass
‘and have you two talked about you know’ but before you could continue he said
‘she wants to keep it. and I don’t know what to do’ a single tear ran through his cheek
‘I don’t know what to say niki. Congratulations? I’m sorry?’ you tried uncertain, but he was not even listening, his eyes and mind distant as he spoke
‘I never wanted kids. I once asked Elijah about it and he said he couldn’t wait to have them with you’ you blushed at his admission ‘I instead didn’t see it as something for the future, or that I just needed the right girl. Not that I have not thought about it and I loved taking care of little Rebekah and Henrik. But after what Mikael did to me how could I ever be a good father’ the last sentence was almost a whisper as more tears appeared in his eyes
‘no niki enough of that. If you don’t want kids because you don’t want them that is okay. its perfectly fine, normal, and there is no shame. But if you do want them and fear to have them because of some self-loath that makes you think you will ever be like your father you listen to me niklaus mikaelson that is not the case, and it never will be. You are an amazing person, you are the best person I know. and you will be an amazing father, I saw how you cared for you younger siblings and I know you better than anyone so trust my judgement. You will be an amzing father. Do you understand me?’
You told him holding the back of his neck tenderly as elijah usually does to him in emotional moments, so he looked at you eyes shining with tears and nodded at you.
‘do you understand me?’ you asked again tenderly but firmly
‘yes’ he replied weakly
‘good. I love you brother’ you told him before hugging him tightly as he reciprocated hug.
‘I’m not going to lie it’s going to be difficult. your life has changed forever but me and elijah will help you. have you noticed or not elijah became a parent since you were born, and I as soon as I got myself into your crazy family’ you reassured him
‘I’m not a child!’ he scoffed
‘but you usually act like one. Also we will use your situation as our run trial for children. See? Nothing to worry about’ you told him sincerely, in his reply he hugged you again that meaning a thousand words
‘what about elijah?’ he asked insecure, the idea of having disappointed the brother he had looked up to his entire life made his blood freeze
‘he loves you niki, we both do. Nothing could drive him away from you, especially this. And see you stand up to your responsibility will only make him love you even more. There is nothing to worry about. Trust me I know your brother better than I know myself’ you comforted him sincerely as he just nodded still hugging you
‘enough of sad stuff let’s celebrate now!’ you told him when he let you go and he chuckled at that
Way too many drinks after.
‘What do you think the levelheaded noble responsible elijah would think if he saw us right now?’
‘Don’t talk about my sweet handsome boyfriend like that niki.’ You warned him
‘He is my brother I have rights to tease him’
‘true’
‘so what would your sweet handsome boyfriend think if he saw us right now?’ he mocked you
‘see that’s better. Well I think he would be very disappointed that his underage brother and his girlfriend sneaked out in the middle of the night to drink and probably pass out here. He would scold us but deep down have a laugh because he loves us’
‘something like that sweetheart’ a calm voice said behind you two
You and klaus turned your heads toward the voice
Elijah stood in front of you, he was wearing the long coat he had worn this morning to go to work, and a simple shirt and trousers, missing the jacket and the tie of his attire. still he was elegant and perfect but not quite as always. his hair was combed but a bit messy singling he had been in a rush and although having taken the time to look decent he had not endured in his usual perfect attire. Still he looked handsome as ever.
‘eli!’ you cheered getting up and throwing yourself at him and drawing him for a kiss. he complied helping you steady yourself although his scolding look remained, he could not negate you anything
‘you are drunk my love’ he replied as the kiss ended, looking at you before helping you sit back on the stool, his arm around your waist worried you were going to fall
‘maybe a little! But don’t be mad ‘Lijha! We had our reasons’ you wine as you lean on him
He could not be angry at any of you, and you all new that. Also he found you adorable when you were tipsy even if he did not like it. you got particularly clingy and winy and that made him chuckle. He himself had never been drunk in his life, being to composed and responsible for it, hence since he could remember he has been the safe drinking friend of the family and you. you always felt safe with him knowing that he got you, and would protect you from others and from yourself.
He kissed the side of your head tenderly to let you know that it was okay, a fond smile escaping his lips before he fell back in the role of the adult
‘so this is what you two do when I’m home after a long day at work trying to finance our whole family. you two sneak out for a drunken night like some irresponsible teenager?’ he asks his eyes darting between you and his brother
‘so tell me, what was the reason for well this’ he asked his brother as you stayed silent
‘elijah you did not need to come’ klaus replied annoyed not looking at his older brother
‘you see nikalus. when I woke up in my empty bed with a note that my lovely girlfriend had gone out in the middle of the night because my favorite little brother needed help I think it’s in my duty and right to go check on the two person I care the most about’ he replied adjusting his sleeves
‘aww you hear him niki? He loves us’ you say before drawing him for another kiss and snuglling at his side that made him chuckle, as he held you close as you rested your head on his shoulder
‘little brother, care to elaborate?’ he prompted again
‘sod of elijah’ klaus says not looking at him and annoyed
‘we are going to asses you two’s poor judgment tomorrow morning, now we are going to focus on the matter that brought you two here tonight’ he said sitting on the stool close to you, in response klaus tried to drink his drink but elijah was faster taking the glasses from both klaus and your hand as the younger mikaelson let out a grown in disappointment
‘I’m going to take these, you two had enough’ eliajh says taking your drinks and drowning them, than he adjusts his sleeves before speaking again
‘so niklaus, what could not wait until morning?’ klaus remained silent as elijah waited patiently
‘my love could you fill me in as niklaus seems to have lost his tongue’ elijah tried with you giving you his best seductive smile but you remained silent too, suddenly interest in the floor as you looked at it
‘nikalus?’ he tried again
‘come on niki tell him, he will find out sooner or later’ you tried starting to become exhausted by the situation but klaus remained silent clenching his jaw in shame and fear.
‘find out what’ elijah asked panic rising in him as he stadied his voice
Elijah understood klaus was not going to speak so he tried with you again, turning to you and giving you that smile again, his hand resting on you knee
‘y/n if you tell me what is going on when we get home I’m going to do that thing you like so much’ he said seductively, his hand on your thigh as his thumb drew invisible circles on your jeans, your eyes darting to him in lust as you straightened your back very interested in his offer as heat rose in you
‘So do we have a deal?’ he added his other hand adjusting a strain of your hair. It was too much, the combination of his promise, his hands on you, the alcohol in your system and klaus silence, so you gave in. blame it to the alcohol or to your boyfriend that looked like a Greek statue, so you spoke.
‘eli we are going to be an uncle and an aunt!’ you cheered clapping your hands, the alcohol of the night starting to affect you more than you wanted to admit
‘what did you say?’ elijah asked in shock, his face loosing color as his eyes darted to his brother
‘hayley is pregnant’ klaus finally spoke still not looking at elijah
‘what? The girl from the crescent pack society? The one you woke up in her bed last month when you forgot our brunch?’ he asked, his mind connecting the dots as you took klaus hand in your own as a comforting gesture
‘yep’ klaus replied making the ‘P’ pop and fidgeting with the empty glass ‘and yes we are sure its mine and that she is pregnant’ klaus continues, elijah makes sign to the bartender that refills his glass. He drowns it.
‘brother..’ elijah replied his tone gentle and understanding even if he was at loss of word, that was something new.
‘before you ask I thought I used protections but apparently not’
‘what has the girl decided?’ elijah asks, still klaus does not look at him, you are glued to your seat as your hand draws pattern’s on klaus’s hand
‘that she is keeping it. Obviously we don’t love each others and she is not expecting us to become a couple or move together. but she wishes I would be man enough to be part of the child life and help her’
‘niklaus..’ elijah says when he is interrupted
‘don’t scold me about my duties toward that child and honor and to live up to my actions, brother. I know it very well or I wouldn’t here be getting drunk with your girlfriend while contemplating my fate’ klaus says frustrated finally looking at elijah. His expression plain like always. And every fiber of kalus body is burning hoping his brother, his savior, is not judging him or being disappointed by him. blame it on the alcohol but klaus was vulnerable in this moment.
‘I see, you don’t need a lecture from me. But still I want to ask you do you want this child brother? Either answers are in your rights’ elijah tone is tender, and klaus relaxes understanding his brother really cares and that gives him the strength to reply as he did not expect this question
‘no. yes. I don’t know. I never thought that was something I had to worry about. I always through that first mikaelson new born would be from you two or freya, not me!’ he says his head in his hands ‘you two doing the nasty since I can recall and me the causal guy get a girl pregnant, what were the odds’ he tries to humor but elijah doesn’t fall for it
‘please refrain from addressing our sexual life to avoid the question, brother, and also generally’ elijah said hiding a smile as you just laughed ‘he has a point…’ you say as elijah squints his eyes at you
‘I don’t know, after the initial panic, the idea made me smile, before panic took over again’ klaus replies sincerely
‘this believe it or not is how people describe parenthood. I know the conditions are not ideal and this is not something you expect but I’m proud of your choice brother’ elijah says standing up after being sure you can stay on the stool without falling, he moves to klaus and squeezes his brother shoulder reassuringly giving him a smile, klaus finally looks at him and in elijah’s eyes can’t find nothing but love and understanding
‘it’s the end of being with head in the clouds isn’t it’ he states
‘when it comes to you I highly doubt that but you are not alone, we are here for you as we shall be always’ elijah says hugging him, klaus complies, snuzzling his face in his brother’s shoulder as when they were kids. The unspoken statement about Mikael lingering the air
‘you will be an amazing father niklaus, trust my judgment brother’ elijah says looking at klaus in the eyes, his hand on the back of klaus neck drawing patterns with his thumb, before elijah looks at you a silent conversation going on between you two
‘you should move in back with us’ he adds as you squealed in agreement ‘We could rent a two bedroom apartment near your university so that the child is still close to their mother. A college dorm is not an ideal place to raise a child if we can avoid it’
‘no. you two love your flat’ klaus says his eyes wide, this is too much, he is grateful for the help but he already feels like a burden he doesn’t want to make things worse
‘but we love you more’ you tell him ruffling his curls as elijah hums in agreement
‘I don’t know what to say’ klaus replies his eyes watery
‘nothing. We are family’ you say ‘we stick together as one always and forever’ elijah adds
Klaus hugs elijah again, and he seem so small as when they were children as he keeps his brother close, overwhelmed with emotions
‘room for one more?’ you ask as klaus draws you in the group hug before elijah kisses the top of your head
‘wait until Rebekah finds out, she will spoil that child’ elijah humors but instead klaus face falls, he realizes that sooner or later the entire family will know
‘father..’ he starts and you hug him closer
‘father will not come near the child niklaus, you have my word. And I’m sure mother and our siblings will help us if we need so. Freya will not let her nephew or niece be without a family, even if she has to excuse her precious father’ elijah comforts klaus that just nods in agreement.
Mikael refused to pay for their maintenance, not that the two brothers would accept the money, but their mother gave them only a small allowance in secret that elijah and klaus were too proud to accept but that you took in every month and divided in their banks accounts, you all pretending it wasn’t like that.
The three of you stay like that for a bit longer before elijah speaks
‘come. I’m not letting you drive home’ elijah says, paying for the drinks and letting you all go, you have problems standing straight so elijah picks you up in his arms bridal style as you giggle and snuzzle in his chest
Klaus follows behind opening the door of the car for elijah where he places you in the backset and kisses your forehead feeling you fall asleep already. Klaus takes the passenger seat and elijah gives a fond look at you with the rear mirror as he sees you sleeping. Then he squeezes his brother’s arm one last time before starting the car and driving home.
the three of you, a 24 years old legal intern, a 22 years old college student and a just freshly tuned 20 years old artist with side jobs now had a baby to grew. The conditions were far from ideal but you all knew something. this baby would grow up to be loved by this strange little family. that was your only certainty in a world without Hope.
Y’all though I would leave… nah ah I’m back. Anyway this was requested by an anon and I wanted to kind of twist it, cause I do believe that the whole “I’m on my period and can’t lift a finger” not only is it overdone but it’s also not really believable since there are those cases of immense and unbearable pain but most women have learned how to deal with it so we overdose on pills and just move on… anyway enjoy!
“Klaus for the millionth time I am completely capable to take care of myself”
“I know that, but when do you ever let me take care of you? So be a doll, sit back and relax”
(Y/n) was always very stubborn, specifically when it had to do with Klaus seeing her as fragile. He was this invisible big hybrid that no one could really kill and she was just this mere human that he had to keep an eye out cause even a thin piece of paper could slice her skin. She had never really understood the concept of mortality until she met him, before he strolled into her life she saw herself as this strong, independent being that could take anything, yet now she had Klaus running behind her to make sure she was alright while he could take a stake to the heart on any given day without the fear of death.
“So I bought this tea for you, it’s supposed to relax you and its infused with lavender and vanilla, do you like it?”
He asked her as he passed her the mug with the said tea. (Y/n) was in her “lady days” as Klaus would call it, which she found really weird, a vampire that has lived over decades didn’t want to say period. Klaus had seen how uncomfortable she got and how she would get random pains in her stomach, the part that was more concerning to him was during nightfall, where she would try and sleep but end tossing and turning for what felt like hours until she found a position that was comfortable and stopped the cramps. So this time he made it his mission to make her feel better and ensure that she is well taken care of.
(Y/n) took a small sip and let her taste buds judge the new hot liquid that went down her throat. She smiled at him as she let her back touch the pillows once again, nuzzling in the comfortable fluffy blankets with content
“Tastes like vanilla with caramel”
“Good, Excellent. Enjoy your tea dearest, I will make you some delicious dinner”
Klaus was aware of how much (y/n) hated soup, it made her feel like she was in a hospital or reminded her how her mom would force her to eat it when she was sick, so now as an adult soup was the devil to her. With that information he decided on making her some mashed potatoes that she seemed to find very comforting and steak with gravy, what could be more filling than that?
(Y/n)’s dinner was quite small, she wasn’t this millionaire that could afford mansions because she was alive over a century, yet that came in handy since she got to enjoy her TV series and also watch Klaus’s back while he prepared dinner. She slowly sipped on her tea and observed him as he ran around the kitchen, gathering ingredients, mixing them and putting stuff in the oven.
“Whatever it is that you are cooking it smells heavenly”
“I’m glad you like it love, just give me a few minutes to prepare my presentation”
(Y/n) giggled at how invested Klaus was at making her this dish. If you had told her that she would find a man that would prepare a meal for her because he wanted her to be happy and full during her period a year ago, she would have laughed in your face. Klaus wiped the plate to make sure there was no spills or anything unnecessary, he served it with some cold lemon tea, (y/n) wasn’t a big fan of alcoholic beverages during her meals.
She clapped in an excited manner when she saw the tray coming to her. Her eyes where already on the plate, seeing that he had cooked her one of her favorites, of course he knew exactly what to do to cheer her up. As soon as he placed it right in front of her she took the knife and fork and dug started slicing the tender meat an took some of the mashed potatoes to smear it on her bit, when the first bite touched her tongue a little “mmmmhhh” was heard from her.
“Oh it’s so good”
“Still got it”
“Oh yes you do, you should open a restaurant”
“Well since my sweet is in that said industry maybe when you become misses Mikaelson we can open one together”
(Y/n) was one of the few people that actually loved to work in customer service, specifically in restaurants. She loved to get closer to the customers and be part of their great meal, that’s how they had met so Klaus never minded it, although he did mind when he saw her after a particularly difficult shift, hearing her groan as she took her shoes off and complained that she smelled like food. That part to him was quite hilarious, to him she was always… edible, one way or another.
“Don’t patronize me Sir, cause I might take you up on that offer”
“I hope you do, Rebekah would be more than delighted to plan our wedding”
“Would you be okay with me walking around our mansion being pretty and hiring maids and chefs to do everything?”
“Would I be okay with having you be the madam of our household? Dearest, that sounds like heaven”
(Y/n) put her fork down for a quick minute so she can pucker up her lips and let him place a kiss to show him her appreciation. Of course she had thought of marriage, immortality with him did not sound so bad when Klaus and his family would be around, her and Rebekah had grown to be get pretty close and Elijah was always kind and helpful with her, almost like the older brother she always wanted.
“Come now eat up, I have prepared some raspberry bavarian cream for desert”
“When did you learn how to do that?”
“To be quite honest, I saw your shampoo was with raspberry so I thought you might enjoy it”
“You spoil me way too much”
She said as she picked up the cutlery again but instead of cutting one bite for herself she offered it to him. He opened his mouth for her to feed him and smiled as they looked at each other, they were already acting like a married couple that was still on the honeymoon phase, still their honeymoon phase should have ended long time ago, now there they were still acting like 15 year old’s around one another.
“Of course I spoil you, what other reason do you have for staying with me?”
“I can think of a few, wait a few days and I can get in more depth over them”
“Naughty little girl… I will write that down on my agenda, for now I have to go and prepare your dessert. Get ready to be amazed”
Requested by anon. I love writing for Klaus but it can get very tricky since there are so many scenarios that have already been done and I try to do something that isn’t that much on the forefront if that makes sense. Enjoy!
P.S I suggest you read this while listening to George Michael- Careless Whisper cause it is based on the vibe of the song
Klaus dreaded seeing (y/n), not because he hated her- quite the opposite actually- he loved her so dearly that when she got caught caught in the crossfire between him and his wonderful father Mikael, his father used her as a weapon to weaken him, luckily she survived but the only reason she got to live was because Stefan had turned her. (Y/n) was one of the few people that appreciated humanity, it gave her a sense of grounding, reminded her that she was this little thing on this huge earth. When she turned it was the new world of possibilities and Klaus felt responsible, it all became so much for him, he felt like he had to be around her 24/7 and (Y/n) saw how controlling he had gotten even though she was immortal.
One night she left, in the middle of the night like a ghost and left the country, no one new her whereabouts for a few decades. Until she showed up to help the Salvatore brothers and defend Elena, she was informed about what Elena’s blood meant to Klaus and she owed Stefan so she braced herself for going against the man that she loved.
In classic Niklaus Mikaelson style him and his siblings had decided to throw a ball and what better way to see your ex lover than her attending your party with your new nemesis? She even went to buy a dress for the occasion, she wanted to make an entrance, it was the first time he would see her again and if he daggered her she need to go out in style. The dress was an Off the Shoulder 3D Lace Flower Sweetheart Bridal Ball Gown in pastel blue, Stefan had made fun of her for choosing an actual wedding gown nevertheless fashion is fashion and when she laid eyes on it she couldn’t find it in her heart to skip it.
She walked in the mansion she knew very well with the company of Damon, who was also dressed to impress, (Y/n) and Damon shared their love for fashion and the dry and dark humor so she needed him to keep her up and running with his clever remarks.
“You are trembling”
“That’s because I’m scared”
She admitted right before she stepped foot on the main room, looking around and letting all the memories flood her mind, it was like no one else was in the room, as the memories took form and she saw them two running around and being a couple. A lump in her throat started to form, making it hard to breath as she tried to swallow it down, squeezing Damon’s arm as a way to signal him for her weird mix of emotions.
“You’ll be alright, if he wanted to hurt you he would have found you ages ago”
“I suppose you are right, I need alcohol”
Klaus had seen her walk in, he was on the top of the stairs, hanging in the shadows with his brother Elijah, both of them stunned by (y/n) walking in the room, arms linked with none other than Damon Salvatore and looking as stunning as always.
“After all this time”
Elijah spoke first, understanding that his little brother was still trying to comprehend the situation that was unravelling right in front of his eyes. Klaus felt like time froze, everything else leaving his sight and it was only (y/n), walking in his home in her dress, not even walking to him it seemed like she was floating around like a fairy princess that came to bless everyone with her existence. Her ethereal presence, her untouchable beauty, the way she seized to exist brought him to this indescribable state of shock, he couldn’t even express what he was feeling when he saw her.
“Brother, are you alright?”
“No”
He finally managed to utter out. Of course he wasn’t, he had imagined this so many times yet he never thought it would happen, he had accepted it, shoved his feelings back and tried to understand why she left and now here she was, strolling in and bringing back everything he had hid for all those years.
“You don’t have to talk to her”
“I want to Elijah… I must”
His legs moved on their own, with their target being on (y/n). He had no idea what he was going to say or how he was going to react, it didn’t matter, he just needed to be next to her, to hear her voice. His mind was clouded by millions of thoughts and questions that he wanted her to answer, if he managed to get them out.
“(Y/n)”
He called for her as he stood behind her. She froze, thinking over her if it was too late to run or just pass out, her legs were already shaking so it wouldn’t be that hard to just collapse. The glass of champagne she had just grabbed reached her mouth for a big sip of encouragement before she slowly turned to face the man she had shared so much with. He looked as handsome as he had always been, yet the harsh stare brought her a wave of goosebumps.
“Hello Niklaus”
“Can you tell your friend to give us a minute?”
The word friend was filled with venom. He couldn’t understand why she had chosen him as a companion, another factor of his annoyance was that their appearance together meant they knew where she was and chose to not share that information with him. (Y/n) looked over at Damon and nodded, a sign that she felt confident enough to be alone with him, she wasn’t but she felt like she owed him that much. Damon excused himself and walked away to give them some privacy, he understood that the pressure that was put on (y/n) was a lot for one to handle, so if she needed a minute with the psychopath then he would gladly let her.
“You’re here”
“Stefan asked me to come and… help him”
“Be honest with me love, he knows I would never hurt you so he wanted you as a secret weapon”
“You would never hurt me?”
It was a genuine question. He had every right to be mad at her, try to harm her and seek revenge in true Klaus style, everyday she wondered if it would be the day he came after her and tortured her or killed him. Now there they are, looking at one another and not knowing what to say
“You think so low of me?”
“No, that’s not it”
“Dance with me”
He couldn’t take it any longer. This awkward conversation, her cold demeanor, his nervous side that was preventing him from grabbing her and kissing her in front of everyone. At least he would be able to touch her when they danced, He offered his hand and waited for a minute, (y/n) was caught off guard, the last thing in her mind was for Klaus to ask her to dance, she took two big gulps emptying the glass and left it to the side before she placed her hand in his and let him lead the way to the dancefloor.
As he brought her close to his chest he got a good whiff of her sour cherry perfume, it was so suiting, the only way he could describe it was like biting into a sweet juicy cherry your lover gave you and finding out it was poisonous. She smelled like a sweet death from your lovers hand, very fitting for the situation
“Your dress is exquisite”
“It’s a wedding gown”
“I always wondered what you would look like on our wedding day”
He said as he spun her around and brought her to him once more, leaving her speechless as her lips slightly parted in surprise. (Y/n) knew Klaus loved her dearly, still the subject of marriage had never been brought up, she didn’t blame him, the man was supposed to leave for all eternity, she worried more about him bringing up turning her to a vampire than a wedding ring.
“Won’t you ask me why I left”
“No, I’d rather dance with you for a while, since I know I’m never going to dance like that again”
“Why not?”
“A dance is for the gentleman to show off his partner, make her feel special. No one is more special than you love”
“Stop please”
She felt tears cloud her eyes, tears that she refused to let them run down her cheek. As she rested her head on his shoulder and followed his lead, she let her love for him show for at least tonight. She had missed him so much, that his gentle nature felt like a drug that she would allow it to kill her. Klaus felt like he was in heaven, having her back in his arms was something he thought he would never experience ever again, this was a treat from above, even though she came in aid to something that did not work in his favor.
“Maybe it’s better this way”
She whispered. She didn’t know if they would ever get back together, maybe in the future, she never thought he would take her back, so she held it together and did her best to enjoy her time. She looked up at him, her eyes making him feel like he was finally home, those sparkling eyes he had seen in his dreams, the eyes that every time they looked at him he felt weak.
“We could have been so good together”
“We’d hurt each other with the thing we want to say”
She replied back. Klaus was a man filled with pride, he loved her but he didn’t know how to love in a healthy way, at first she tried her best to understand and to help him, after the Mikael incident where he took all the blame things only got worst, he became vengeful, dark, his temper was extremely unstable and (y/n) was no angel. She winced at the memories of the things she had yelled in his face, she could be vicious and ruthless, her wicked tongue was her biggest weapon and the bullets wounded him deeply.
“I should have know better than to hurt my only true friend, I wasted the chance that I was given”
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