Elijah: Where’s Katerina?

Klaus: Doing stuff.

Elijah: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Freya?

Klaus: Stopping Katerina from doing stuff.

Elijah: Kol?

Klaus: Stopping Freya, so Katerina can do the stuff.

Elijah: And you?

Klaus: Distracting you, so Katerina can do the stuff.

Katerina: Hey, can you teach me how to play the trumpet?

Rebekah:Why?

Katerina: I want to follow Elijah around and annoy him with it.

Rebekah: You know you don’t need to know how to play the trumpet to annoy Elijah, right?

Katerina:

Katerina: Oh, my god, you’re right.

“I believe that when you love someone and that person loves you in return, you’re uniquely vulnerable. They have a power to hurt you that’s like nothing else.”

Whatever we are, you and me… we were doomed.“

donika kelly// the originals// sandarafreedompark// vulnerability// richard siken.

The Originals //

Elijah Mikaelson, Niklaus Mikaelson & Rebekah Mikaelson

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.

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Hi guys,

First of all, I just wanted to say that I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and New Year - well done on surviving the first week of 2022!

Right, now, onto the main point.

I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m not here with good news, and I feel sick about it.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I needed to get it out there before I put it off any longer. Last year, you might remember that I posted about taking a hiatus. I’m extending it, and I can’t honestly tell you when it will end, if it ever will at all.

I’ve been writing imagines since I was 16, still at school and without any worries about life outside of education. This year, I’ll be 23, and I seriously need to start thinking about what I’m going to do with my life. Not only that, mentally, I haven’t been in a good place recently, and although I go through ups and downs, I need to get my head straight, not only for myself, but for my family and friends too.

For these reasons, I’ve decided to take a step back from writing imagines.

That’s not to say I won’t ever again - who knows, I might turn around tomorrow and choose to - and I know there are still a bunch of requests I haven’t written sitting in my drafts box.

So even though I’m not writing, I’m still going to be here, answering messages and available if you guys ever want to talk. I’m eternally grateful for all the love and support over the past few years - I wouldn’t be the writer I am without it, without you guys.

I hope you understand why I need to take this break for the foreseeable future (or at least until my brain tells me to write).

I love you all xxx

Hey guys. It’s me. The woman who hasn’t posted anything for ages although she has requests sitting in her drafts.

Some of you may have noticed it says “HIATUS” on my profile right now, and I just thought I would explain.

I’ve been really busy in terms of work (my actual job plus interviews for other things - starting a volunteering role in my local library soon), presentations (I have to present my dissertation to a bunch of new students at my old university, why the hell did I sign up to that) and writing stuff other than fics (I got an offer of an actual agent, like what).

There’s also been some shitty family stuff going on to which I’m like Merry Fucking Christmas.

I am aiming to write and post when I can, so that dreaded H word is there as a caution that (as I can imagine you guys have figured out) it’s going to take a while for your requests to be fulfilled and what not.

I’m still here to talk and answer questions and all that, of course!

Thanks for your understanding, and all your support!

Lots of love xx

P.S. I just did the Year in Review thing and apparently my most popular post this year was Surprises so thank you!

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

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

Paper Rings

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.

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Masterlist

“Jó hallani ezt a többes számot… Mi”

Since my old one stopped working I had to make a new one

Prompts

Dialogue Prompts

Stiles Storyline Prompts

Soulmate Au’s

Supernatural

Dean

Hunting Season

Freaky Friday

Stripper

When You Get Arrested

Shifter And The Hunter

Elevators

Hometown Hell

Misery

Milkshakes (Soulmate Au)

Pamphlets (Soulmate Au)

Halloween

Heaven and Hell

Cruel Intentions

Cut Your Losses

Bittersweet

Dating Dean Would Include

Sam

Stripper

Passwords

When You Get Arrested

Secrets

Misery

Proposal

Halloween

Broken

Somebody That I Used to Know

Valentine's Day

Cas

Wings Pt 1

Wings Pt 2

Tattoos

Halloween

Teen Wolf

Stiles

Bruises

Promise

Dating Stiles Would Include

Study Guide

Kill me

Boxing

Rule Breaker

Waiting Game

The New Girl (Soulmate Au)

The Originals

Elijah

Not Leaving Without Me

The Vampire Diaries

Kai

The Sociopath

Foreclosed

Dating Kai Parker Would Include

Containment

Dating Jake Riley Would Include

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Part one, Sam’s Proposal.

This literally took me forever to write and get out. I kept getting stuck on almost every paragraph and I kept changing details and things throughout the writing so this is probably going flop but I’m actually not mad at it and I actually really like how it turned out.

Sam x  Female Reader

Word Count: 444

Notes: Y/f/n means your full name

You walked down the winding dark road leading to where the unknown creature you guys were hunting was supposed to be. Both you and Sam knew that this was a hunt that you might not walk out from, and honestly you were okay with going down if it was swinging and with someone you love.

You could see Sam’s nervousness, even in the dark of the night and you knew that if even he was scared it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. The not knowing what lay ahead was probably the worst part of it all. 

While you were deep in thought Sam had fallen behind, lost in his own mind. He had looked up to see the beautiful woman in front of him, still walking. She only turned around when she noticed the heavy footsteps that were beside her had subsided. 

“Y/n I love you. And I know that this is something that we probably won’t make it out from and I can’t live what’s rest of my life with knowing I didn’t do this.” He said, getting down on one knee. You looked at the mountain of a man in front of you. “Sam get up.” You laughed, not knowing if he was serious, and even if he was, now really wasn’t the time, you guys were headed off to almost certain death.

 He continued on, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little black box. “Since the day I met you I knew I wanted to marry you, you look like a goddess and have one of the best personalities ever. I love you /Y/f/n, will you marry me.” You stared down at him, speechless. “Yes.” You breathed, as you ran over and gave him a hug that tackled him to the ground. 

You pulled away looking at him, but your eye got caught by the dazzling silver under the moonlight. Sam looked down at the ring and smiled. “Do you like it?” You tried to find words but found yourself stumbling. “How did you afford this?” Oh, how you wish you had found other words than that. “ A jeweler up in New York owed me a favor.” You were still staring at the ring as he slid it onto your finger. You held your hand and watched as it reflected in the night. “Sam, I love you so much.” You said as you leaned in for a kiss, not knowing if it would be your last.

You stumbled out of the old abandoned house behind Sam. You had done it, you guys actually were alive, and every one of those vampires were dead. You smiled triumphantly as your fiance turned to look at you.
“We won.” You laughed, as Sam waited for you.

As you got in the car all you could think about was how really lucky you were. You had a God like fiance, you lived to see another day, that was hopefully your wedding, and most of all you had everyone you loved right by your side

Sorry, this took so long to get up and sorry to whoever requested it, I accidentally deleted the request before I could copy it. So I kinda left it on a cliffhanger so you guys could choose what you wanted the ending to be

Imagine: You and Dean being enemies but thinking you are soulmates (I think?)

Dean Winchester x  Female Reader

Word Count: 1351

Soulmate Aus

Sam glared at his brother for about the 102nd time that day and shook his head. “Dean are you really sure you want to do this?” He asked climbing out of the car alongside Dean as they walked towards the towering houses lining the street.

They walked straight up to the front door and knocked. They waited about 3 minutes and got what they were looking for, no answer. Sam walked around back, looking for any open windows or doors and Dean did the same. They both looked up to the second floor at a window that was left open. “How do you even know this one is her?” He asked. “Dean we’ve checked every city hall with the same name as hers in every city we’ve stopped in. How do you know she’s not your enemy?”

Dean looked down at Sam from the fire escape he was currently climbing up. “ Because, Sam, she just is, I know it’s weird but I just, I don’t know, I just feel it.” He said as he reached the small platform near the window. “And with how the last time I saw Cassie, it didn’t end well, at all.” He shook his head dramatically. Sam looked up at Dean and frowned.

They walked around the room picking up little objects and looking at them. Dean plopped down on the bed causing a big groan to come from the frame. He looked down and raised his eyebrows and smirked causing Sam to scoff. “Dude, if you really want to meet her, why don’t you just knock on the door maybe, oh uh, I don’t know, when she’s home.” Dean got up looking around at pictures of probably one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen and some of her friends, he was guessing.

“Because that would be weird, just showing up at her door and saying hey I think we’re soulmates.” He yelled. “Oh, but you stalking her isn’t?” Sam asked, chuckling. “I am, I am not stalking,” Dean said back, walking over to a dry erase board calendar. Dean looked at the date and looked at the activities planned for that day. He grabbed a picture from the wall and ushered Sam and himself back down the fire escape.
374 Tobler road. The shiny black impala sat outside the company building waiting for the same beautiful girl he’d seen in the picture.

Soulmate and Enemy. One of those words brought great happiness and the other brought nothing but pain and misery. On everyone’s wrist, each held a name, one was your destined soulmate and one was your sworn enemy. On your left wrist, you had the name Casen Anderson and on your right, you had the name, Dean Winchester. You knew Casen, he was your boss after all, who you had dated, twice. Dean, however, was someone you had never met.

You hated Casen with everything in you so you thought that he was your enemy, for a short while you were sure that he was your soulmate because of that you two gave it another go and now here you were, alone in some restaurant by yourself downing milkshakes and fries as they came to you.

The door to the quaint diner opened and in came two guys. They sat down in the booth in front of you. You glanced up from your half-empty milkshake to see a brawny dirty blonde man facing you. You quickly raked his features, taking in his green eyes, his boyish features, his hair spiked into a quiff and his worn leather jacket that was about 2 sizes too big. You stared back into your milkshake and let a small smile play on your lips. The particular reason why? You had absolutely no idea.

You paid your bill and finished your drink, heading outside. You got into your car and locked your door, you turned on your ignition. Your engine sputtered and you sighed. How wonderful you thought to yourself, first you get stood up, second you drink about 6 milkshakes in an hour and now your car wasn’t working. You let out an exasperated sigh and strutted back inside. You sat back down and huffed. You shoved yourself to the back of the wall in the booth and pulled your knees against your chest. You didn’t know what it was but everything just felt like it was going downhill.

Sam looked down at the menu groaning. “Why does every place you choose only have burgers on the menu?” But Dean didn’t answer, instead, he stared at the damsel in distress in front of him. It was the same girl who had given him butterflies earlier the same girl who he had seen drink 2 milkshakes in 20 minutes and to him that was amazing, and the same gorgeous girl who he had seen scattered in pictures on the wall.

“Dean.” Sam whisper yelled. He snapped out of his gaze and Sam turned around and looked at you. “Hold on,” Dean said, sliding out of his seat.

“Hey, are you okay?” A gravely voice asked. You looked up, looking at the attractive man in front of you. “Yeah, I’m just having a bit of a rough day.” You said, taking in his features again. “Well, uh, I’m Y/n.” You said, not that you didn’t want him there but anyone that wasn’t your soulmate you didn’t really want anyone talking to you right now.

“Dean, Dean Winchester.” He said smiling. Your eyes widened and you swear you could hear your jaw drop to the floor. You flailed your arms around, probably looking like an idiot in front of everyone. You flung your arm forward and pulled up your right sleeve shoving it towards Dean.

He held a knowing smile on his features and shrugged off his jacket showing you his wrist. In black markings was your name in elegant writing. You gave him a confused look. “Um, what is happening to that name.” You asked, looking at Dean’s wrist. He looked down giving a confused frown and shrugged. “They probably disappear when you meet your soulmate.” How was he so nonchalant about this. No one you’d ever met had had this happen before.  

You lifted up your left sleeve to reveal a blank wrist. You couldn’t lie, you were freaking out just a tad. You held out your wrist to Dean for the second time and showed him as well. “See, it looks like its completely normal.” He smiled, before lightly tugging your sleeve back down. He shrugged his jacket back on and slid into the booth next to you. He pointed his finger to the booth in front of you guys. “That is little brother, Sam.” He said picking up a cherry stem you had left on the table and chucked it at Sam. He turned around with an annoyed look on his face “Dude.” He said warningly. You chuckled, covering your face with your hand as you watched him turn back around and go back to whatever he was doing.

You and Dean were having the time of your lives, talking about things that you had done or wanted to do, just talking about life in general. Dean had told you about what he had done for a living and at first, you didn’t believe him, but with a little explaining, you found it easy to trust and believe him. You two talked about everything you could think about, Sam had already left and driven back to the apparent motel that they were staying at.

You were in the middle of laughing at one of Dean’s hunting gone awry story when a waitress came over and told you that they were closing. You guys were getting ready to leave, pulling out some cash for the bill when you heard the waitress say “Were closing sir.” to someone who had just walked in. You grabbed onto Dean’s arm and began to walk out with him, still laughing as he told his story. Your joy stopped abruptly as you looked at the man in front of you.

“Casen?”

What do you guys think

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

* You have each other’s names on your wrist

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

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

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

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

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

* Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

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

*  You get the same injuries as your soulmate

*  Soulmate’s share a heaven/afterlife

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

* It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate

* Only your soulmate can kill you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Klaus:well..?

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

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

Elijah: quite so

Absolutely no one:

No one at all:

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

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

Caroline: Sticks and stones may break my bones

Klaus: but chains and whips excite me

So we have all watched The Originals right?

Anyway my question is…

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

Like why would you do that.