#tvd imagine
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.
She’s Elijah’s baby.
She’s your baby.
And the three of you are the perfect family.
Request from Anon: Omg can you do Elijah with “Paper Rings” in the lover album! Btw I love all ur fics
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
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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.
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
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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.
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.
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?”
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.”
Request from @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce: Can you pls pls pls write a fic based off ‘Lover’ by T-Swift?!
This is the song I had in mind when I decided on the Lover album for Elijah, so I hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
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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.
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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.
please do not translate or appropriate my work
MainMaterialistelijah
The Mikaelson family and you materialist
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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.
MainMaterialistelijah
The Mikaelson family and you materialist
-Headcanons of being Elijah’s wife and an original(Part 2)
* Him thinking you’re a witch at first
* Him being thoroughly surprised when he finds out you’re not
* At first you really don’t like him
* You think he’s hot tho
* Your first kiss wasn’t even a kiss, it was a makeout session
* Hand holding
* I think I love you
* Cheek kisses
* Some bomb ass sex
* Like seriously
* It’s incomparable
* Especially because he uses magic on you
* Choking
* Back scratches
*Blood sharing
*HICKIES
* Him being obsessive
* and possessive
* Damon turning you just to hurt Kai
* You lovingthe feeling of his rings against your skin
* You absolutely melting when he smirks
* “Oh honey”
* Him breaking down to you
* You constantly reminding him that he’s loved
* Vamp sex
* Shower sex
* Magic sex
* Sex in a public bathroom
* Sex in the woods
* You lay on his chest
* He loves to play with your hair
* He’s super flirty sometimes
* You wear nothing but his shirt and panties to bed
* Him watching how gorgeous you are
*Heatedarguments
* “No, Y/n”
* “Why”
* “Because I said no!”
* He usually ends up apologizing
* Makeup sex
* Him loving to watch you dance
* Especially when it’s just for him
* “I’m not going anywhere”
Since my old one stopped working I had to make a new one
Prompts
Supernatural
Dean
Sam
Cas
Teen Wolf
Stiles
The Originals
Elijah
The Vampire Diaries
Kai
Dating Kai Parker Would Include
Containment
This one is wayyyy shorter than all of my other imagines but it seems like you guys like them more when they aren’t over 2,000 words, so I made this one quite a bit shorter.
Request: “You get the same injuries as your soulmate” Oh man can you do this for a team free will member x reader?! Like, Crack-y, not angst. Honestly this could be so funny ??????
please please please
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 641
You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your newfound cuts and bruises. You took a white cloth from the towel rack and dabbed at the cut on your lip. It drove you crazy knowing what Dean was doing. Although, it was better than before you knew him or what he did.
You would be laying in your bed when suddenly you would have a busted lip, or gigantic cut along your cheek, occasionally they would look like claw marks. It really freaked you out, you didn’t know if your soulmate was in a gang or just got into fights constantly. Either way, it made you feel uneasy, not so much that they could be dangerous but more so that he seemed okay with putting himself in constant danger.
You limped down to the bed and turned on the lights, you still wanted to be awake for Dean when he came home even if it was three days from now. You opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the many pamphlets that were inside. About halfway through skimming the one about their gift shop (which primarly consisted of mugs, toiletries and cheap shirts) the motel door opened and in limped Sam and Dean.
You stood up abruptly and gave them both a disapproving ‘mom’ look. Sam chuckled and Dean limped over to you giving you a quick kiss, the pressure burning both of your guys’ cuts.
Sam spoke suddenly, snapping Dean out of his stare fest that was going on. “I’m gonna go shower.” He strutted past you and Dean and disappeared into the bathroom. “I look like a lost a fight with a mirror.” You whined and Dean just chuckled.
As Sam turned on the shower the thumping of the water rushing through the pipes filled the room.
“Yeah but you’re still cute.”
“I would be even cuter if you were more careful, but I’m happy you’re ok.” You said, bopping his nose. He looked at you confused. “Did we get a concussion or something?”
You shrugged and sat down on the bed. “Who knows?” He plopped down next to you and looked at the pamphlets strewn across the bed spread that most likely hadn’t been washed in months.
“Doing a little light reading?” He stated, picking up the flimsy paper. You nudged his shoulder but almost instantly regretted it as a bruising pain shot through you as well. “Shit.” You groaned. This time Dean laughed. “How do you think I felt every time your little devil dog bit you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Ok. First of all, her name was Tippy, and she was a princess.” He looked at you like you were on crack. “Who the hell names a dog Tippy?” You glared at him, “shut up.”
“Well how do you think I feel when you get hit in the nuts? That was a pain I never thought I’d have to endure.”
The water stopped thumping through the old motel room and the bathroom door opened.
Dean and you stared at Sam before both of you got up and sprinted as fast as your damaged legs could take you towards the bathroom. You pushed through the door but Dean was right behind you. You quickly turned on the water and jumped in, clothes still on. You stared straight in front of you at naked Dean. “Really?” You groaned. All you wanted was hot water, but you thought it was fair because he had been the one actually fighting monsters and getting dirty. You sighed and stepped out of the shower.
You missed how the hot water felt on your aching muscles though. Dean peeked his head out of the shower.
“You know you can join me right?”
You smiled as you stripped off your sopping wet clothes and jumped into the shower with him.
Ugh I love this picture
Preferences 1
If this doesn’t flop terribly I might do a part two with different characters
Sam
As much as you guys tried to resist the cliches you found yourself shopping for them anyway. Sam really wanted to go for a layered flannel look but you finally talked him out of it and into being a pirate. Dean made fun of you guys for your matching costumes but you guys didn’t care.
Dean
You and he had almost no communication while planning this, as you were the one choosing the costumes. You had planned to go as Batman and Catwoman as a tribute to Dean’s idol but somewhere along the line he got messed up and chose a completely unrelated partnering costume to yours. After the party though, he showed you just how hot you looked in your costume if you know what I mean.
Cas
As most expect you went as devils, he was confused as to why you had chosen that or as to why you had to dress up at all. After a while of explaining the purpose of Halloween, he was eventually sold because of the facts that there would most likely be candy. He gladly slipped on his devil horns. Sam and Dean weren’t amused by what you chose, but Cas didn’t care, as long as you wore that he didn’t hear anything anyone else was saying.
(Part 2 to The Sociopath)
So like literally all of my writing this was done at 4:08 am and is probably terrible but whatcha gonna do, anyway part two was requested a lot. So I decided I’m going to keep this going in a smutty direction I hope you guys like it, Send me requests!
You clutched the piece of paper in your hand as you crossed the street. You knew not to do this, it was against your better judgment, yet here you were, on your way to a destination that no one knew you were going to. Of course, you had thought about telling Stefan but you knew he’d stop you and it wasn’t something that he would have been okay with.
Meet me at our place - kp You crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearby trash can before opening the door which led to the foreclosed house that he had previously held you in.
The door was still torn off the hinges and pieces of broken chair littered the living room. You walked in silence too aware to say anything, your eyes darted from object to object trying to find any sign that someone was here.
“Finally.” A voice rung out from the chair behind you. The chair turned around like some villain in a superhero movie. He got up and walked towards you, not taking his eyes off you. You could feel your heart pounding from inside you, hell, he could probably hear it from outside your body. “Kai.” You breathed as he took his final step, only inches away from you. “Hi,” he spoke softly.
“It took you so long I didn’t think you were coming.” He smiled. “Neither did I,” You said looking down. Kai lifted your chin up with his finger, everything inside you told you to push him off you or run away but you really didn’t want to. You looked back up, staring back at him.
He looked different more grown, more attractive, for a psycho killer. You pulled away from his hand and walked over to the chair that he had gotten up from, you plopped yourself down on it and looked out the window. “Why did you send me that note?” You finally asked, he walked closer to you, stopping about two feet away.
“We need to talk about us.” He said confidently. Your eyes snapped over to him. “What do you mean us? There is no us. I’m with Stefan, we’re doing fine.” Kai sighed and chuckled and took a couple steps forward. “Notice how you said fine and not great?” He questioned. Admittedly you and Stefan had been having some problems, but what couple wouldn’t with all of the shit that you guys go through. What kind of relationship wouldn’t be as problematic with monster after monster, villain after villain, and yet here you were talking with the most dangerous one about your slippery relationship.
You stayed silent and looked down. You heard his footsteps come closer, then a finger was placed under your chin again and you were forced to look back up. “I’m better than him; at protecting you,” he said slowly, looking at your lips before speaking again. “At kissing you,” he leaned your chin up to his. His lips connected with yours
He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes “at everything.” He whispered, leaning in again. He placed one hand on the small of your back while the other held your cheek. You could feel your breathing quicken, just by the way his lips felt on yours, the way they fit so perfectly between yours.
He faltered as his nose bumped into yours, you took this as an opportunity to stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel him smiling as he pulled away, only for a second before moving to your neck. His hot breath danced across the side of your neck causing a shiver to run down your body. You breathed heavily, pulling his face back up to yours and once again kissing him, he lightly bit your bottom lip and smiled. Your heart felt like it was going to explode, it all seemed so wrong but too good to stop.
Kai groaned as you kissed along his jaw before moving to his neck. His hands groped your body, sending waves of pleasure through you. It all seemed so unreal, almost like it was too good to be true but it was happening and it was great. It was slow and passionate yet fast and hot.
You finally pulled away from him, breathing hard. He chuckled and brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, lightly dragging it across. Your breathing faltered at his touch, it was something you craved.
You looked at Kai’s swollen lips, thinking about how just seconds ago those had been on you, his tongue had been inside you his hands had roamed your figure and you smiled. “We still have one little problem to take care of.” He chuckled, looking out the window. You watched as Stefan wandered down the street, completely oblivious as to what had just happened in the foreclosed house he had just passed.
Part 2 here
Warnings: None except light cursing
He chuckled at the tear that had rolled down your cheek before using his finger to wipe it away, he locked eyes with you and brought his hand to his mouth, he licked the tear off his finger, still holding your gaze. You broke the contact and looked down at your bound wrists.
You finally looked up at the monster of a man in front of you. He made you sick, killing people and ruining lives meant nothing to him, he saw it all as a mere game. And to your surprise, he hadn't laid a hand on you, yet, except for that brief moment. As much as you wanted to hate him you knew it wasn’t his fault he was a sociopath, but what he chose to do with his lack of guilt and sympathy was completely up to him.
He was still staring at you, it’s like his eyes had been glued to you ever since you had gotten there.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked, finally bringing yourself to speak. He looked taken aback that you had the courage to even talk but out of everyone you were one of the few people that had sympathy for him, and not as much fear. He chuckled yet again “I don’t know, maybe torture you.” he spoke as a small smile spread across his face. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself as far back into the chair as you could.
You looked at him again, “Do you enjoy killing people, being feared?” you asked, watching his expression shift. For maybe the first time this encounter he tore his eyes away from you.
“I like being a sociopath. You know, I’m not burdened by things like guilt or love.” He said looking down and then looking back up. “Are you sure, not even in your own way, you don’t love anyone, not even one person?”
He sighed, “Ugh, I forgot you are a psychology major.” He groaned. You slightly smiled, unaware of why Kai Parker remembering something about you made you a little bit happy.
You looked back up and again he was staring at you, you stared back, noticing how blue his eyes were. “It’s a bitch isn’t it, loving someone?” You asked, hoping to get something out of him to see that he wasn’t all bad. That maybe there was one glimmer of hope to see that there was something in him worth saving. “Yeah.” He breathed. Continuing to stare into your eyes. You could feel a slight grin trying to play on your features. Something about him saying gave you a happy but odd feeling. He leaned forward a tad before stopping and looking at the door behind you. You turned around to see the door being flung open.
Stefan and Damon walked into the room. “Y/n!” He yelled, running over to you. You looked at where Kai had been to see an empty seat. “Stefan.” You sighed happily. He reached for the ropes, getting burned as he touched them, clever bitch had covered them in vervain. Stefan fought through it and continued to untie you.
Damon walked back to you and Stefan. “He’s gone,” Damon said, picking up a chair and throwing it across the room. “If Kai wants a fight he’ll show,” Stefan said looking at his brother. You nodded and Stefan put an arm around you ushering you to the door that they had broken off the hinges. As you walked you looked around, spotting a dark shape up in the rafters of the building.
Kai’s eyes found a way to yours once again, you kept the gaze locked, confused with yourself as to why you weren’t screaming at Damon that you knew where he was, instead you watched his expression soften as he watched you walk out with the brothers. You broke the intense contact when you looked down, smiling softly.
dreams: kitchen
kai parker x ruby summers x reader
warnings: GRAPHIC violence
word count: 1209
not even gonna mention the music i feel it’s old of me
Just like that, it was morning. Light, puffy, fresh, pink morning. That kind of pink that makes cotton candy sweet. That gets stuck in your hair with the wind, and smells of sea wherever you are. That glistens on the tops of the roofs, and knocks into windows so gently it wakes up no one. That kind of morning, that splashes mature colors across the sky once it gets confident, and dissolves completely, and one always feels just a little lost in such pure, otherworldly freshness. Absolute cleannes of it confuses. Just like extreme heat, or intense yellow fear, it makes people do… things.
You run into a house, a house just like all others in the row lining up the street. The little house, for average size dreams, not too ambitious or brave, for a future that everybody dreads. One car garage, standard windows, untelling face. But there’s something unnatural there. There’s something behind the closed white door, gaping, even though there’s no opening. Something that makes you run, not even jog, and you flee like the wind, banging on the three little steps up. You put your hand onto the knob and doubt for a second. Just like in a dream… and it is another dream,again, you realize, you just know rather than predict, that something has happened. And you know who it’s to do with, and what trajectory it went. There’s something behind that door that you won’t be able to take, and so, you freeze, your palm caressing the handle, looking into the tiny fake window, black, obscuring what’s inside.
The house now looms over you, like it’s huge. Like it’s a tragic mansion that’s about to crack down and bury you under its ruins, and that would be for the best, as compared with what’s. Inside. It’s like a melody, so sad, you can’t stop listening, while almost pressing your finger firmly on the pause button. It hypnotizes you because grief, unlike momentary joy and untrustworthy happiness, is a part of real pattern of life. Grief, you remember, because at the moment of it you’re truly alive. Aware of your every bone and every cell. Listening to the sounds of nature around, and the moan of the world. Feeling the breeze and the burning heat of the sun in your eyes. Grief weighs more. Grief stops you dead in your tracks, and, seemingly, all these weeks you’ve been seeing these dreams, you’ve learnt the true essence of it. Up until now, it has been almost complete.
You open the door and enter the house, the little hallway that opens to the staircase. The empty, little, nice enough house, a place to die in. The morning light, coming through the windows and colliding with the wood panels on the floor, becomes warm and beige.
You turn and find him in the kitchen.
The boy from your dreams. You never remember his name, but you always know he’s the centerpiece of this world. He means something imminent to you. You ache every time you encounter him, again and again, and it always leaves you restless.
He’s standing above the kitchen sink, and for the first time, his shoulders are shaking. Before you finish struggling, he turns, and you see that he’s not crying; he’s not scared. His face is perfectly white, with deep shadows under cheekbones and eyes; his hair is perfectly dark, absorbing the morning shining. And you realize that in the skies, it’s the blood that he had spilt. He smiles.
His eyes, the deep black and navy, run across your body and then he passes right by you. Ignoring your existence, he heads to the entrance you just freed for him.
“Don’t go upstairs”, he says casually. Your head snaps towards the staircase. You try to imagine, in detail, and fail.
“Glad you didn’t call me here to clean up after you”.
“That”, he turned back to you, already standing on the porch, “later”.
You see that all his shirt, and all his hands, his chin and left cheek, his neck and elbows, and his hips are covered in blood.
He sits down and you join him, but not before you look into the sink he’d been laughing at. Unsuprisingly, there’s a big knife there. Big ass knife, with tiny drops of blood on the gray metal, like finishing touches. The black eye of the sink tells you something you don’t want to hear.
You know what his love language is.
He lets the morning air soothe his face but doesn’t close his eyes. The extatic feeling of murder has already left him; he’s very hard to keep satisfied. He’s a very complicated person, and you know it. And he knows it. He looks at you with understanding and with firm seriousness when you sigh quietly.
“I had to do it. I just had to”.
You know he’s lying. About the headache, and the dreams, and the mania. About the need to do it. You can already almost recall who he is, and you know for sure who’s lying upstairs, with open chest and ribs torn out and standing up like feathers on a disembowelled chicken, in her pyjamas. Her pearl-blonde hair, and puffed lips, her doll face. You would have killed her, too. She does look like an angel.
“And she’s with the angels now?” you ask, playing along.
“Yeah”.
You scratched your knees.
“But for real, though, why?”
A word got hangs in the air, his name, to make it more personal. As you stare into his perfect face, the sight you are gradually growing weary of, because you coud never touch it, you remember.
“Kai”.
He keeps silent for some time. The street is marvelously quiet. If only you could get up that early, you’d go for sunrise walks everyday. Without any doubt, the sunrise is the best time to admire the world around you. So tender, so quiet. So pure, like it just cleans itself like a cat.
“Well, I loved her, I’d told you that”.
He puts his arm around your shoulder and you can smell her blood. You burst into tears, out of jealousy. It’s a grim paradox, wanting to be on her place. You want it, and at the same time, you don’t. All you wish to do is to press your face into the angle of his neck and kiss it. Kiss it forever, until he kisses you back. But he never does it, not even in your dreams.
You wake up crying, and wipe your face with the second pillow. You remember Ruby Summers and what he did to her, the sight Kai performed out of her body. All the intricate disfigurments, the torn out joints and broken little bones, the shredded skin on her shoulders, the carvings on her chest, her untouched face, and the fact he never covered it, that he even wiped the blood off it, to keep it clean. The degree of animalistic violence he brought upon his little victim said clearly how much he used to care for her, and inside of you, the similar bloody angel was weeping now, because he was gone now, and you never got to know if he’d kill you in the end.
dreams masterlist
this is a painful installment of some vague idea I had because of one dream I had of Kai. the reader keeps seeing dreams about the guy they barely remember. the only thing you know is that you miss him, and it hurts surprisingly bad.
kai parker x reader (often unrequitted, unfulfilled or toxic)
music: ambient + moby
warnings: all kinds of violence, dizzy heartbreak and feeling lost
dreams: plane
vague oneshot leading nowhere based on a dream I’ve had of Kai
word count: 1322
warnings: terrorism
music: sleep alone by moby
You take your place grudgingly, seeing that yours is in the middle. To be completely sure of your misfortune, you check your borading pass again. That’s it, 7E. You get a sense of deja vu but brush it off.
You take a look on the left, and on the right. There’s some children chatting and mumbling, as usual. A sleeping man across the aisle. One of the flight attendants is smiling and, throwing her head back, shoots a quick look at you. The airport is in the small window, and the people are a little tired: there’s been a slight delay. You cock your head on the sight, considering if you should listen to your music while you take off, or not. As a rule, pressure is not too bad on your ears. A rogue ray of sun slithers across your face, and then you get distracted by the lucky person sitting next to you, and by the window. He’s walking awkwardly to his seat, apologizing to you for touching your knees. He’s got a black backpack that he pushes under the seat in front of him, and then collapses next to you. He’s young; his face expresses a mix of unhappiness and worry, but then the little frown in between his eyebrows goes away when he catches you peeping out of the window. You love sitting next to it. Your gaze has to travel by his face and touch slightly his upturned nose as it breaks free to the runway that’s going to be in front of you soon.
His hair is very dark, and you even question, for a second, whether it’s his natural color, or if he dyes it. Looks natural: another ray of the sun, released by the flying clouds, goes through it, and you get a glimpse of dark chocolate on the top of his head. The guy sighs busily, putting his hands in the insides of his jacket. It has no less than ten pockets: inside and outside, and now, it seems, he’s determined to get everything out. You press the back of your head into the back of the seat, ask yourself, whether he’s going to be like that all the way to Atlanta, and whether he’s amusing or annoying. The frown between his brows is back, but now it’s the preoccupied look of a person who’s barely out of his teenagehood: he all but purses his lips looking for something in the depths of his clothes. You’re forced to see his lean hands with white palms reflecting spiders just a tiny bit. The skin looks almost porcelain, and he pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue, looking through you, and it seems to you that he knows he’s somewhat appealing.
He grins at you shortly instead of apologizing when he pokes you accidentally with his elbow, as if you’re sharing is concern for whatever he’s searching. Finally, he pulls out a white knot of wires and gives out another sigh, now, with relief. You turn your head away and pretend you’re looking down the aisle, to hide a smile.
He’s generally quiet, but his presence is prominent as if he’s the most interesting person on the plane. You can’t stop feeling this guy next to you even when you don’t look.
The plane starts gaining speed, and you look over his shoulder outside, at the running dry field, all yellowish-grey at this time of year. Where you’re going, it’s sunny and green, and you can’t wait.
Then you notice his glassy brown eyes staring in front of him, and the white fist clutching the armrest. His jaws are triangular, and the cheekbones are sharp as he clutches his teeth, too. There’s something in the way he looks, afraid of where this plane will take him, that makes you stare at him. Your hand slides up and touches his fist. His head snaps to you as his palm opens. You interlock your fingers, your knuckles against his, and his shoulders relax.
You feel wholesome out of your own little act of kindness. You don’t say a word for a good thirty minutes while the plane is going up; his hand in yours, and he doesn’t squeeze too much. His palm is not sweaty, not dry. In fact, his fingers enwrap yours like it’s him who reached out for help. You don’t even notice, and maybe he doesn’t, either, that his thumb starts to caress your hand lightly.
“I know planes don’t fall on their own”, he finally says, and only then you realize you completely forgot about the music. You’ve been listening the monotonous noise of the plane take off on the background while all your mind, for some reason, was in his hand. You blink and turn. He hasn’t got his earphones on, either. He smiles a little. The guy now looks like he’s completely fine, but he refuses to let go of your hand. You fall in love with him instantly. Maybe the mother instinct kicks in, but it feels like it’s something deeper. You get that hurtful feeling of being stung in the depths of your ribs, and your breath is gone for a mere moment. You can’t tell if he sees that now you’re his completely. He smiles at you like an innocent angel, and his palm is perfect.
“Thanks for that”.
You nod. Smile fights its way through your lips. There’s fluffy clouds behind him, and the sun. The only thing you see is his head in this ridiculous golden halo, and his dark eyes. He lifts both your hands and lowers them back on the armrest gently. He looks at your fingers like he studies them.
“You wanna sit by the window”, he says. Not a question. The belt sign is still on, but you unbuckle, and get up, bumping shoulders and heads, giggle, and you hold on to the seat in front of you as the guy tries to slither in your place. He doesn’t miss a chance to put his hands onto your waist to hold you up, and it feels okay. You fall down to the window and nearly press your face to the glass as he begins undoing the mad knot that is his earphones.
You look at him. He doesn’t look scared or nervous in the slightest. Is it possible he pretended to be afraid? That’s silly, you say to yourself. He couldn’t have known you’d take his hand, and to assume he would do that at all, to pick you up… but that would’ve been smooth.
He looks at you shortly, and then takes your hand again, leaving it on your knee. His skin is warm. You wonder if his shoulder is comfortable enough, the way he smells, is it sweet, or just fresh? He looks like he smells of sugar powder. You smirk to your thoughts and get comfortbale in his seat, and your foot touches his backpack on the floor. It looks very heavy.
“What’s in it?” you ask, and he gazes down with his mouth open.
“Oh, a bomb”.
You chuckle, and he chuckles back, but suddenly he looks at you in a way that makes your head completely empty. His eyes, you finally notice, they don’t smile. They’re still kinda glassy, their expression has been the same since the moment he got on the plane.
“The bomb”, you repeat quietly, to see his reaction. His lips are smiling, and his face is ice cold. His thumb is caressing your hand absently.
“Yeah. I’m going to crash this plane”.
There’s so much deviltry radiating from him, his face lit by the sun, your hand in the cage of his, that you wake up.
You lie in your bed, remembering where you are, and what room it is, and who Kai Parker is. As the reality sets in, you remember him, and your remember, gradually, that he is dead.
