Enchanted Evening: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine
Request from @the-world-of-naiyara: Hello beautiful! Given that you're into fluff I got an idea for ab imagine: What if reader/not girlfriend yet but Klaus likes her has never had a prom and always regretted it so Klaus asks Rebekah to help him organize (or compel a prom) for her? Or maybe Rebekah suggests it? Whichever.
I may or may not have named this after my own prom... Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
Klaus had been in love with Y/N from the moment he saw her. It had been a long time ago, and he had watched her fall in and out of love with everyone but him, become her friend, always a shoulder to cry on, forever one to listen to her worries, her fears, everything she trusted him with.
It had been so easy to fall for her, for that smile, those eyes, everything about her. It had been so easy to be her friend, to admire her from afar instead of facing inevitable heartbreak should he tell her how he felt, should she reject him like he had seen her do to others.
But then she became the one who was rejected, not by a suitor, but by a friend who no longer deemed her to be worthy of their company. And Klaus had wanted nothing more than to cheer up, her voice echoing in his mind as he remembered one of her biggest regrets.
She had never had a prom, never had that enchanted evening that everyone was meant to have once they reached adulthood. So, with his sister’s help, Klaus had organised this evening, had even laid a dress out on Y/N’s bed, with only a note to accompany it.
He watched her walk into the ballroom, looked at the way the dress fit her in all the right places, noticed the awe in her eyes and the smile on her face as she gazed at him, and Klaus fell in love with her all over again.
“Care to dance?”
Y/N had known who Klaus was from the moment she saw him. It had been a long time ago, and she had watched him hurt everyone but her, become his friend, always a companion to complain to, forever one to listen to his latest schemes, his moments of rage, everything he trusted her with.
It had been so easy to accept him, that smile, those eyes, everything about him. It had been so easy to be his friend, to work with him instead of facing inevitable death should she disagree with him, should he change his mind about her as she had seen him do to others.
But then, it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t fear that dictated her decisions, more a fluttering in her heart every time she looked at him, every time he smiled at her. And Y/N wanted nothing more to touch those lips that stretched into that smile, especially now as he asked her to dance.
When she read the note on her bed, next to that beautiful dress, Y/N couldn’t believe that Klaus had remembered her regrets about never going to prom. When she walked into the ballroom, she was stunned by the lights hanging from the rafters, the fairy tale setting that greeted her.
And then Klaus had walked over to her, and he looked just as perfect. She knew then, that even if they weren’t together, she was the luckiest girl in the world, about to have an enchanted evening with a just as enchanting man.
She accepted his offer, and slid her hand in his, feeling the electricity spark through her veins.
“You look beautiful.”
Klaus didn’t take his eyes off Y/N as he danced with her, guiding her through every move. She didn’t know how to dance, and soon enough, there were stumbles interspersed with laughter, the most musical sound he had ever heard.
As they laughed, they spoke, and Y/N asked all about this evening, about why he had done this, how it was perfect. Klaus didn’t say what he wanted to, didn’t say he did it because he loved her, instead just smirked, telling her it was because she was his friend and he had been in a particularly good mood.
It didn’t matter if Y/N didn’t love him back, he realised, as he looked at her smile, at her eyes lit up, brighter than any flame in the candles that adorned this enchanted evening. She was the most enchanting thing about it all, and as the song ended, Klaus didn’t want to let go of her, didn’t want his hand to move away from the small of her back where it felt so at home.
Y/N looked at him, and something changed. For a moment, the bustle of the ballroom faded into nothingness, and Klaus was conscious of just how close he was to her.
It didn’t matter if Y/N didn’t love him back, he told himself, but he didn’t believe it.
Y/N didn’t take her eyes off Klaus as he said her name, his voice having dropped to barely a whisper. His hand was still on the small of her back, and she could feel that electricity sparking through every inch of her body.
The dance had been perfect, with Klaus guiding her through every move and laughing with her when she stumbled. He had done this all for her, and it had only made her heart flutter more as she looked at the man she was lucky enough to know.
It didn’t matter if the world thought he was a monster, Y/N realised, as she looked at him now, those lips parted, his eyes searching hers as if searching for her soul. It was truly an enchanted evening, and Klaus was the most enchanting thing about it all. He said her name again, and Y/N couldn’t help it when she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, where it seemed to feel so at home.
She muttered a thank you, her voice quiet, and Klaus made to reply, but his words died as Y/N leant up on her tiptoes. Something had changed, and in that moment, the bustle of the ballroom faded into nothingness, and Y/N was conscious of just how close she was to him.
And then nothing separated them, a brush of her lips against his only adding to the magic of the moment. Three words spoken when they opened their eyes, and looked at each other once again.
“I love you.”
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Learning to Drive
Prompt: I know we've talked about it but can officially request Elijah dealing with a teenage child learning to drive
Requested by: @the-shadow-of-atlantis
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader
AN: I forgot to post a one shot yesterday, so I hope you enjoy this!
You watch as your son bounces up and down on his toes. At fifteen, he’s been waiting for this moment for years. He’s excited, and he should be. Driving is a right of passage. It represents freedom, growing up, and a bunch of other things you don’t really want to think about because Ulrich is your baby. Your only baby. A miracle granted to you and Elijah by magic itself. And now he’s ready to drive.
You look at your husband. He looks cool, calm, and collected. But you know for a fact that he barely got any sleep last night. The two of you had spent most of the night discussing the major milestones in your son’s life. And you suppose that explains the fancy car in front of you. You have no idea what it is, you had left the car buying to Elijah. But you’re pretty sure a teenager shouldn’t have a car this fancy. But you know arguing with Elijah about this is pointless.
So, you wave them off, and settle on the front porch and wait for them to return. About five minutes after they leave you get a call from Haley, “You freaking out as much as I am?”
Even though she can’t see it, you shrug, “I’m not really freaking out, I’m more . . . sad? My baby is growing up.”
“I know. I cried last night, poor Jackson didn’t know what to do. And Caroline said Klaus was up pacing most of the night. She’s just grateful her girls still have a year or so before it’s her turn. You want to do drinks tonight?”
“Sure. Pick me up at seven?”
“See you then.”
You spend the next hour going in and out of the house. You try to read a book and then a magazine. In the end you pull out Ulrich’s baby book. You flip through the pictures you’ve taken through the years; and there are a lot of them. You and Elijah still look the same, but your son has changed so much. He’s a perfect blend of Elijah and yourself, and in a few more years you know he’ll be mistaken for yours or Elijah’s brother instead of your son. You’re drawn out of your sad thoughts, by the sound of a car.
Confusion fills you. You figured they would stay out for hours. Your son is all smiles as he runs up the stairs, “Driving is so cool. I can’t wait to be able to do it on my own. I’ve got to go text my friends.” He hugs you and then heads up the stairs. A haggard looking Elijah follows him up the stairs.
He looks at you, “You’d think he would have gotten enough texting already.”
“Before we started driving he spent ten minutes texting with Hope and sending pictures back and forth before Niklaus took her phone and threw it out the window. It saved me from having to do it with Ulrich’s phone.”
“At least he wasn’t texting while driving.”
“No, but he did play music. Loudly. Some musician, I don’t know who. Oliva something or other. . . I tried to change it to classical and he teased me. He called me old.”
“Well you are over a thousand years old dear.”
He shoots you a look, “He hit a curb.”
“How many times?”
“Then he’s doing better than I did during my first driving lesson.” You move in to hug Elijah, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. Then he notices the photo albums. He smiles and picks it up. The two of you flip through them.
Quietly he admits, “Him driving terrifies me. More than anything else ever has. He’s not immortal, he’s a witch, a strong one but he’s able to be killed. That’s all I thought about. Him making a mistake or some other idiot making a mistake and it not ending well. More the idiots on the road, than him. I crushed the handle because of it. And I’m getting him a different car. A Subaru or something with a bunch of safety features.”
You kiss his cheek, “Sounds good to me. Haley and I are going out for drinks tonight. Want to come?”
Before he can answer Ulrich is running out the door, “I’m meeting Hope, Josie and Lizzie for video games. I’ll be home late. Love you. Bye.”
The compound is just down the street, a five minute walk, but you know Klaus or Caroline will text you when he gets there. Elijah settles a hand on your thigh, “Well, I’ve just been abandoned by our son, so I suppose I’m free.”
“He’ll always come back to us Elijah. We have a good relationship with him. He loves us. But this is how it’s supposed to go. He’s supposed to become more independent. And you and I are supposed to figure out how to be just you and me again. Getting a little tipsy tonight is a good start.”
“We’re going to dance too.”
You laugh, and you cuddle into his side, knowing this is how things are supposed to go.
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Chapter nine: Revelations
Hello there friends and new followers, sorry to post late but I’m back from a well deserve vacations, even that I was only in Texas visiting family, but anyway Annie I haven’t the change to comment yet your serie but be sure I would do it, but if you like to read it go to her tumblr and do it, I really like it and I can’t wait to read the next chapter @imgoingtofreakoutnow
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· Warnings: Mention of blood and flashback.
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< Chapter eight: Chaos.
The echo of footsteps makes Freya lift her head from her researches. “I had a feeling I’d see you soon”
“In other circumstances I would be a patient man, sister” he admits entering the room, his gaze focused on the photo in his hands before raising it to her, “but I need to know if-” he stops, bringing his lips to a thin line, “if the child she is carrying is mine”
“Magic takes time, Elijah” Freya highlights, staring at him, “especially if you don’t have the grimoire from which the spell was taken and you don’t even know where to begin”
“I know magic isn’t my forte,” he walks to her side, “but there’s always something we could try” he says, exchanging glances with her. “I can’t afford to lose more time, if I’m correct, she should be 30 weeks by now” he tells her, his voice shaking as he speaks.
Freya looks at the state of his younger brother for a moment, before letting out a resigned sigh. “There could be another way to find it out” she starts, noticing a glimpse of hope in Elijah’s eyes, “but it will be painful”
“What do you need?” he asks her impatiently.
“Timeto get some ingredients, and some of them won’t be easy to find” she confesses, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head a bit, “I might have to ask for some favors and promise other ones, maybe even in your name”
“Do whatever you need” he responds, watching her nod and return to her research before heading to the entrance.
“Elijah.” He turns again to her. “Would it make any difference?” she inquires him, watching him attentively. Noticing the confusion in his eyes, she adds: “If the child is yours or not?”
He blinks several times, thinking about the question and trying to elaborate an answer for her, for him. And after a few minutes of consideration, a small smile appears on his lips. “It would just confirm what I already know”
“And what is that?” she asks curious, wanting to confirm her own theory.
“When I left her to keep her safe, when I walked away from her, the pain I felt grew with each step I made. All I wanted to do at that moment was to turn around and go back to her.” He pauses to take a deep breath —not that he needs it anyway, but it’s always worked to keep everything under control. “When she was really gone, it was like she took with her a part of me, a part of my heart, a part of my soul” he finally reveals to her sister, and somehow, to himself as well.
At those words, all of a sudden, everything makes sense to Freya. “I need to check something” she says before disappearing into her library.
“This stays between us” he reminds her before going out and leaving her in peace to continue with her research.
Elijah runs some errands before arriving to your house. He leaves some bags over the kitchen counter: this is the only place where he could keep them safe, without worrying his sister or even Klaus could find them by any chance.
He walks to the small frame and pushes it, revealing the secret compartment again. He turns to the bag, taking the first thing out of it and admiring it in his hands; a small three-piece suit.
He smiles at the memory and lets out a whisper, accompanied by a smile. “A mini-me” he mutters, recalling your words.
But, what if it’s a girl? If that’s the case, he thinks, then maybe she will be the perfect reflection of her mother. “Or a mini-you” he whispers to himself.
“Oh my!” you exclaim, feeling a kick against your belly. “Give your mama a break, peanut” you murmur to your baby, placing your hand on the spot where the kick hit, just for another one to immediately follow.
A knock in your door is followed by Dean’s voice on the other side. “Can I come in?”
“Hurry if you want to feel the shrimp” you shout, which makes him open the door and run to your side.
“Is it kicking?” he asks excited, watching your belly but not reaching to touch it.
You smile at him, happy to see him excited by something that wasn’t pie. You take his hand and place it over your belly. “You can talk to the baby, you know?”
“Really?” Amazed by your declaration, Dean’s lips tug into a goofy smile, which had been very common these pass weeks.
“Sammy’s voice calms the shrimp down” you explain.
He chuckles. “The kiddo knows who the funny one is” he whispers before a kick hits again just where he placed his hand. “Wow!” he exclaims, moving it from your belly. “That’s the baby?” he questions, eyebrows raised, and his concern makes you chuckle.
“It is” you nod, taking again his hand and putting it back where it was.
“The shrimp is strong” he says with a wide smile, then he looks at you. “I have a surprise for you” he reveals, stepping away from the bed and pointing to the door behind him. “It’s in my bedroom” he adds, extending his hand to you.
“I swear Dean, if this is another one of your attempts to make me call my baby Zeppelin, I will punch you” you warn him before following him to his room.
He stops at the door and raises his hands in defeat. “I swear I won’t mention it again” he assures to then open the door revealing a baby bassinet next to his bed full of clothes for toddlers and other items.
With your eyes wide open and your lip slightly trembling, you reach the edge of it, hoovering your fingertips over it and watching attentively the pacifiers, milk bottles and onesies covering it. You chuckle when you see one that reads my uncle is Batman.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second before turning towards him, your gaze piercing his. “What did you do?”
“What?” Dean lets out a small smile, shrugging and shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”
“You haven’t left my side since you came back from the last hunting trip, you’ve been asking too many questions about the baby, now you make all of this and-” you add, crossing your arms, “you even accepted willingly to be my partner for childbirth classes...”
“I don’t see how trying to be a good uncle means automatically that I did something...” he mutters rolling his eyes, but when he moves them away from yours that’s a good enough confirmation to you.
“I will ask one more time,” you warn him, taking a step closer to him, “what you did?” you repeat slowly, without moving your steady glance from him.
“Alright, alright” he gives in, passing a hand over his face and then in his hair. “I screw it up”
You raise your eyebrows. “Care to elaborate?”
“I lost the ultrasound picture you gave me in the last hunting trip” he finally admits.
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “What were you hunting?” you ask, keeping your eyes closed, not wanting to look at him right now. After a few minutes without response, you open your eyes and fix your angry gaze in his eyes. “What was it?” you demand again.
“Vampires.” His voice is barely audible but it’s enough loud for you to hear it.
“Dammit, Dean!” you snap but then you take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling. “Tell me you kill all of them”
Silence again. “Two got away” he confesses.
“You fucking piece of shit!” You walk towards him and push him. Taken aback by your anger, he step back. “You should have told me the moment you got back! It’s my baby the one in danger!” you shout, covering your belly with both your hands.
“[Y/N]” he starts, extending his hand to your shoulder, only for you to just step back from him. “You need to calm down, it’s not good for the shrimp”
“Neither being the target of some vampires is!” you scream, heading out of his room.
“[Y/N]” Dean calls you, his voice filled with guilt.
“Leave me alone, Dean” you said sternly without even looking back at him and leaving his room.
“I told you this would’ve happened” Sam says, appearing in his doorway.
“Shut up, Sam” he mutters, leaving his room directed to the kitchen in search of a beer.
“How many vampires are we talking about?” you ask, looking between Damon and Ric.
“We don’t know,” Ric crosses his arms, standing behind the sofa, “we only have spotted three outside but there could be more”
“Alright...” you sigh, “so the plan is to get Stefan out and don’t get killed in the process, right?”
“Basically, yes” Ric nods.
“I’ll go inside the house and look for Stefan while you and Damon try to catch the attention of the majority of the vampires there” you tell them.
“I’ll go with you” Elena says, raising her chin.
“No, you won’t” Damon rushes to reply.
She points to you with a nod. “Then why is she going?”
Damon walks in front of Elena and lowers his gaze to meet her eyes. “Because I’m training her and she’s definitely better than you with a stake.”
They stare at each other for a few moments and you roll your eyes at them, at Damon for believing that he’s training you and at Elena for being so naïve. “She can come with me, better knowing where she is than not”
“Are you serious?” he hisses in your direction.
“I am, Salvatore. Come pick me up when it’s time” you tell him, waving your hand and ready to leave the house when Damon appears in front of you, blocking your path.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, piercing your gaze with his.
“I am” you respond, patting his chest before walking around him.
“I-” he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking closely about his next words. “It’s just that I don’t want anything bad happen to you” he confesses without looking at you.
You smile and, walking back towards him, you place a hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “I’ll be fine, just make sure to give us enough time to get Stefan out.” You give him one last friendly pat on his chest to then return on your way out.
“Shit” you exclaim, finally able to see inside the basement and watching two vampires left guarding Stefan.
“What are we going to do?” Elena whispers.
“I’ll be the distraction” you decide, getting your knife out of your pocket. “As soon they leave, get Stefan out and run to the car, don’t stop for any reason” you tell her before leaving the basement. As soon as you’re out, you cut your palm with the knife. Not even a moment later they’re in front of you, just as you predicted.
“Hello boys, someone wants a snack?” you ask, lifting your brows at them and then starting to run in the opposite direction from where Ric and Damon are.
Once you were enough far away from the house, you stop to quickly bandage your wound and then start to fight. Getting rid of the first vampire was easy, he wasn’t much experienced, but the other one was just a little bit more intelligent than or maybe just not as stupid as his dead friend.
“I can smell your blood” he hums, walking in your direction. “There’s nowhere you can hide”
You suddenly appear in front of him with a gun in your hand pointed at him. “Who said I was hiding?” you smirk and fire to his heart.
“Guns don’t hurt me” he tells you but then a moan gets him to his knees.
“I know, but the blood of a death man is like venom to you,” you explain, walking towards him as you watch how it starts to spread on his body under his skin, “which gives me enough time to put a stake through your hearth” you finish, taking out one.
“Who are you?” he asks, kneeling in front of you.
“I’m a Winchester and nobody messes with my family” you say before staking him.
As you watch his now completely dead body fall to the ground, a round of applause breaks the silence of the forest. You turn and stand in fighting mode, a new stake in your hand. “Bravo, bravo” a voice says coming out from behind a tree, not too far away from you. “Winchester, is that right?” he questions you with a smirk.
“Ah,” his smirk grows wider, “I see you know who I am, sweetheart. A shame I know so little about you” he says, taking a few steps towards you.
“I know you won’t kill me.” You drop your defensive position, earning a confuse look from him. “You would have done it by now, if you really had wanted to. What do you want?”
“Smart girl.” He takes his hand to his pockets. “I will keep your secret, little huntress, if you help me distract my brother. Being who you are, I don’t doubt you can keep up with him”
“Don’t get me wrong,” you start, pointing to him with a stake, “but you’re not exactly the most trusted Mikaelson of all... however, I know you would do anything to protect the ones you love, and that includes putting yourself against your own family”
“I like you already.” He extends his hand to you. “Do we have a deal?”
You watch his hand for a few seconds, thinking if it would be better to come clean with your friends instead of accepting to help him, but that could mean risking to lose everything you have ever desired: a home and friends that would die for you, even if they’re vampires.
You shake his hand. “So, which brother should I distract?” you ask.
He smirks once again. “The most noble of them, Elijah Mikaelson”
“Kol?” you call him after he picks up, “I need your help”
“At your service as always. But this time I want the whole truth, sweetheart” he demands, and you can hear he’s smirking.
You take a deep breath. “Fine” you accept between gritted teeth.
Chapter ten: Family.>
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