#they were too drunk to compel the authorities to let them go so elijah had to bail them out

[morningstargirl666]

alicia, my beloved! would you do me a great favour and answer some of these?

🤡🛒🌌🎶🙋‍♀️💖🤗🧠 (tell me about our boy klaus)

(also i 100% rbed that post in hopes that it'll give me an excuse to pester all my writer friends with questions, mission accomplished! 😈)

🤡 - What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Ella, bestie - there's so many. I mean not all of them are laugh-out-loud funny, but they always bring a little smile to my face. I think Caroline pushes Klaus into a pool in Into Eternity? That's a good one. But I think most the more funny exchanges happen in The Big Bad Wolf. Somehow that fic turned into crack along the way and honestly it ran away from me. My OCs are just really fun to write. Probably the scene that made me laugh the most in that, was the bacon scene. With the lunar cycles. And then later on Klaus throwing Kol's phone out the car window because he caught him texting Rebekah about the new information. Scenes with Titus, Klaus' horse, and Sam's raven Loki also hit the top spots. Sorry, I just can't choose one.

🛒 - What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Found family. Or a sense of family or brotherhood in general. I have no idea why. It's just too wholesome to leave out. Also probably an element of spookiness and horror, because I'm edgy like that, and I like my settings/characters a little dark, a little violent.

✨ - Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Okay so there's no constellation emoji on the original ask list so I'm assuming you meant this one? I don't know, maybe I'm just blind but I can't find it.

So. A compliment.

Will you accept 'I write good'? Lmao I don't know.

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I actually have a few playlists on youtube that I set aside for writing. My brain is really sense-minded, so like when I put that music on it knows it's time to write. I've got a klaroline playlist, which are basically klaroline music vids, and also playlists for my fics. And then sometimes I just freestyle, listen to anything that comes on. I need to share the songs I listen to for TBBW at some point cause they are amazing. Here Come the Wolves by Lola Blanc screams Chapter 1. And then I Know Your Secrets by Tommee Profitt (feat. Liv Ash) is definitely Chapter 12. I remember listening to Running With The Wolves by Aurora for Chapter 13 a lot.

🙋‍♀️ - Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yes. Sort of. A close friend knows. Though I have not shared my ao3 name nor my fics and do not intend to lol.

💖 - What made you start writing? 

I actually can't remember when I didn't write in some shape or form. I've been writing since I was a small kid, in like primary school. Probably Year 4? Maybe even Year 3? I would have been like 7 maybe. I basically remember watching the movie of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach, and little kid me thought, oh I want to write a book! And so I started writing a book called the Dragon and the Peach. I think the plot involved a dragon called Sapphira, who like goes on this quest and eats a magical peach that makes her strong and powerful so she can defeat the villain. That story eventually evolved into a different, more complex plot as I got older, with more characters and backstories. By Year 6 I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. And then in my teens I found fanfiction and well, here I am, ten years later, still writing fanfiction lol. Nothing really made me start writing. I guess Dahl's books inspired me originally, I really loved them as a kid, but nothing made me do it. No one pushed me to do it, or said I'd be good at it. For me writing has always been a calling. I really had no choice but answer.

🤗 - What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Read. Write. That's it. Read as much as you can, because that's the finest teacher of how to write. Literally. You'll find whatever genres and tropes you prefer to read will start popping up in your writing without even realising it. And when you do write, keep writing, even when you get writer's block - even if its 200 words per day or 200 words after weeks of nothing, at least its no longer a blank page. Write while figuring out how to plot, how to characterise, how to build up tension. Don't be ashamed of stuff you wrote a year ago because it sucks - it doesn't suck, you've just improved since then and now you can write better. It's a victory, not a defeat. And don't write for anyone else but yourself. Like I said before, writing is a calling. It's bleeding words onto a page because you have to get it out or you'll go crazy. You are your first reader. So write for you.

🧠 - Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them.

So. Klausy. Neeklous. Our boy Klaus. What headcanons do I have for him, hmm? 🤔

[I'm trying to think of one I haven't told you, it's a challenge]

Okay I have one. Not sure if I've included this in a fic yet, but a headcanon I love is that Klaus steals artwork from galleries and museums for kicks and replaces them with copies he painted before the originals are noticed as missing. The galleries and museums around the world have yet to catch on. He thinks its funny. Compulsion gets boring after the first few centuries, after all.

#asks #✨ella✨ #morningstar writes #fanfiction #ps: klaus and kol once stole an art piece while drunk #and promptly got arrested #they were too drunk to compel the authorities to let them go so elijah had to bail them out #klaus and kol never live it down #tvdu #headcanons

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Lost Memories Part 3

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader ,

Word Count: 2K

Warnings:Not much in this one. I’ll make things dramatic next part, I swear. XD

Author’s Note: So I’m thinking at the most there is going to be three more parts.  

Part 1 Part 2

-30 Years ago- "I've heard you've attained a new play thing, Elijah." Hearing Y/N being called a play thing had caused Elijah to roll his eyes at the vampire before him. James, a vampire that had been seemed to be following in the footsteps of those that wished to attempt to take down the Mikaelsons had been the current thorn in their side the last few days.

"What does she have to do with anything?" Elijah asked, trying to maintain a bored appearance as he stood across the room from the vampire.

"Absolutely nothing." James said with a shrug. "I was simply curious as to who she was and how lovely she looked tonight while out with your sister."

Those words had made both Elijah and Klaus stiffen slightly. They had sent the women out to enjoy themselves while they had taken care of the pest that was currently standing in front of them. They hadn't even told their sister or Y/N that they had been planning to meet up with James to either learn his intentions or kill him. Whichever one came first.

Seeing the brothers' reactions, James smirked. "You didn't think I'd know about that, did you? You see, I have a few friends throughout the city. One of them has been keeping a very close eye on Y/N. From what I hear, she's got quite the feelings for you. It'd be a shame if anything happened to her."

"If you so much as have anyone lay a hand on her, you will not even live to see the sun begin to rise." Elijah said taking a step towards James.

James chuckled and shrugged slightly. "I'll give you until midnight to check in on her, to talk it over and give in to the demands that will be waiting for you upon your return. After that, it will be Y/N that pays the consequences."

Without another word, he was out of sight within a blink of an eye.

Present

Y/N currently had her face buried in her hands as she sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room. Since her visit to the bakery earlier, she still couldn't grasp any kind of memories from her time in France.

"Easy, Y/N/N." Victoria said as she sat down next to her. "Your memories aren't going to just come back because you try to will them to."

"How would I ever let someone compel me?" Y/N asked through her hands. While it had sounded a jumbled mess, Victoria understood it.

Victoria sighed as she rubbed Y/N's back. "Whenever I asked that, you made the excuse that you hadn't been. That you were just choosing to be strong and to move on."

"Move on from what?" Y/N asked pulling her face out of her hands and looking over at Victoria.

"I always assumed it was Elijah." She said honestly. "But whenever I brought up his name you'd look so confused. And whenever I said his full name, you'd have some kind of panic attack. I didn't even know vampires could have one until you did."

"So I do know this Elijah that the woman at the Bakery was talking about." Y/N ran her hand through her Y/H/C hair trying to take in the new information she was getting from Victoria.

"Oh Y/N/N, You didn't just know him." She said shaking her head slightly. "You were with him. And practically attached at the hip too."

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion as she bit down on her lip. Nothing Victoria had been saying made any sense at all. There was nothing that played through her mind as she spoke about it. "Have I seen him since we've been in the city?"

Victoria nodded her head once. "You were drunk, I honestly don't even think you'd remember him. He was who we so clumsily ran into leaving the bar last night."

A humorless chuckle passed Y/N's lips as she stood up from her spot. "I wouldn't have recognized him even if I hadn't been. You saying Elijah doesn't bring a single face to my mind." She shook her head feeling annoyed with herself.

"We're gonna try something," Victoria said as she stood and took a step towards Y/N. "and I just need you to keep your focus on me and try to ground yourself, okay?"

"Your going to say his name, aren't you?" Y/N looked at Veronica almost worried. She hardly remembered any of the attacks she had before now.

"If you remember something with his name, that's enough to try and help put some of the pieces together." Victoria explained. "You just gotta not bolt on me, okay?"

Y/N nodded quickly. "If this doesn't work, you owe me a bottle." She said with a small smile.

"We'll go out tonight and drink through a supply if I am wrong." Victoria promised. That had been good enough for Y/N. Victoria grabbed a hold of her hands and gave her a reassuring smile. "His name is Elijah Mikaelson."

From the moment the name passed Victoria's lips, Y/N had felt a heavy feeling grow with in her chest. She felt fear slipping into her and that she shouldn't be there in that spot. Her Y/E/C eyes scanned the room, taking in any of the possible exits. She felt the sudden need to be anywhere but there. Something told her she needed to be at least a hundred miles from where she currently stood.

"Talk to me, Y/F/I." Victoria said squeezing her hands slightly.

Y/N shook her head quickly. "Its not safe here." She said taking a step back towards the balcony.

"Why is it not safe?" Victoria asked taking a step closer to her, still holding on to her hands.

"He's not safe if I'm here." Y/N said taking another step back and trying to pull her hands away from Victoria. "I need to get out of here. I need to get this to a safe place, please let me get out of here."

Victoria pulled her in for a hug at that moment. "We're safe right here." She said softly. "Elijah is miles away from here." She lied. Anything to help her calm down with the effects of the compulsion. "He's safe. You go out into the city this moment, he won't be. So stay right here with me, in this room. "

"I need to-" Y/N shook her head quickly. Victoria could hear her heart slow down from the quick beating it had just been doing.

"There we go." Victoria said with a smile. "Everyone is safe as long as you stay here with me."

While she had been comforting her, Victoria couldn't help but wonder what she meant by her needing to get 'this' to a safe place.

_________

Elijah,

I'm not even sure where to start with this letter, but I know I need to do it. Tonight has made me realize that no matter what future we may have thought we could have, we can't have it. Your family comes with numerous enemies. Plenty of them come out of the woodwork and we had been able to face them together. But with these enemies comes the bright, shiny, perfect target that is on my back. I can't live like that, Elijah. Even with our fight tonight, you had told me you couldn't think straight if I was in danger because of you. Yet here I am, confined to a room to help prevent someone taking my life. So the best solution I can think of is to leave. To not have to look over my shoulder in fear.

Don't look for me. It’s better this way.

"Staring at that thing isn't going to solve your problems, Elijah." Rebekah said as she walked into Elijah's study, finding him looking over an old letter.

"No, but it will help me to understand how I did not even notice that Y/N had been compelled by our brother." He said placing the letter on the desk.

"Its what compulsion does." Rebekah said sighing softly. "If Nik had compelled her to write it, he wasn't going to dictate it to her, that would have been too obvious."

"Instead, he'd make her write it as if she wanted nothing to do with us." Elijah looked down at Y/N's writing. He must have read the letter over a million times since she had left.

When he had found the letter and read it for the first time, he had truly believed that she had left because he had pushed her too far that time. That the things he had said out of anger had been enough to make her believe that she didn't belong.

"And yet, you have a chance to go to her and get her to fall in love with you once more, but here you sit trying to see how you went wrong." Rebekah walked over to the desk and took the letter from him. "She's out there believing she never met you before. I think it's time to really get your happy ending in this life, Elijah."

"Actually..." Victoria's voice filled the room. Both of them turned to look over at her as she leaned on the door frame. "Because of me, she currently knows as much as I could fill in. She knows she's been compelled and she isn't exactly thrilled about it."

"You told her she was compelled?" Rebekah asked curiously.

Victoria shook her head slightly. "After a visit to the local bakery, I finally asked her what happened when she left here. She couldn't remember being here and the false story couldn't form memories that she thought she had."

"Where is she now?" Elijah asked standing from his seat.

"At this moment, Y/N is currently sitting in the park, waiting for me to return with cheap takeout." She said with a slight shrug. "You should go talk to her, even if she has no memory of any of the time you two shared, she's curious about you." Elijah nodded before leaving the room to go find her.

Victoria looked over at Rebekah for a moment, waiting to be sure that Elijah was gone from hearing distance. "I can only assume that Klaus was the one to do it?" She asked.

Rebekah nodded. "My brother truly has a way of breaking his siblings by taking the very thing we love away from us."

"I don't know all the details from what happened, but you should know that unless Klaus has any intention of removing that compulsion or if we find a witch to do it, she's going to run every time she hears 'Elijah Mikaelson.' There was also something about needing to get something to a safe place."

"That's just like my brother to-" Rebekah stopped mid sentence as a thought crossed her mind. "He really has been hiding something."

___________

Y/N sighed softly as she looked around the park. While there were hardly anyone out, she was enjoying the peace that she felt while sitting there. She heard someone walking up towards her. While she hadn't turned to look, she had felt some sense of familiarity in the presence.

"Hell is empty." A male's voice said as he came to a stop right behind the bench, Y/N had been sitting at.

"And all the devils are here." Y/N finished. The action itself had confused Y/N that she turned her head to look at the male that said the words. She stood up in that moment her eyes landed on him. "Klaus."

"Hello, Y/N/N." He said giving her a smile. "I believe you've been holding on to something for me."

Part 4

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[imagine-always-and-forever]

Flutterings & Tequila -- Part 3

A Klaus Imagine

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries and The Originals

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: you've decided to go clubbing with your best friend the last summer before college starts to take your mind off of the Mikaelsons who have invaded your life this summer. Specifically, you're trying to distract yourself from Niklaus Mikaelson and the flutterings he has caused you. Tequlia is your friend tonight.

Warnings: language, underage drinking, drunk jerks, typical canon violence

Word count: 2,355

Authors note: thank you so much for all the notes and the feedback! I really appreciate it!! Please let me know if you're enjoying this! I apologize for any mistakes as my internet on my laptop is down so I'm having to do this all on my phone!

Part 1  |   Part 2

Fic:

You sucked in a breath. Watching as Klaus looked the drunken idiot in the eyes, you waited for his words to sink into the idiot’s alcohol addled brain. When recognition lit in the unfocused gaze, the guy tried pulling away. Klaus didn’t budge.

“Fuck you,” he slurred and you sucked in another breath. You looked to Klaus, wondering if you were going to end up on the morning news when they discovered the idiot’s dead body and somehow linked him to you. Klaus only looked amused. The idiot guy looked at you, “and fuck you too. You’re an ugly bitch anyway,” he spat, covering his bruised ego.

Charming.

Klaus smiled. Oh no. “That’s not very nice,” he said, and you didn’t think the calm, almost sing-song way he said it boded well for the drunk guy still in his grip.

“Niklaus,” Elijah’s voice came in a chiding tone and you looked up to see Elijah now standing behind his brother. He was impeccably dressed, as per usual. You weren’t sure how he was wearing a designer and perfectly tailored suit in this heat at this club, but then again you also weren’t sure if he actually owned anything other than suits.

Klaus looked back at his brother innocently. “I’m being a good guest,” Klaus defended himself.

“There’s no reason to cause a scene,” Elijah countered, casually looking around to make sure everyone was still too caught up in their own night to notice what was going on in the middle of the club. Satisfied, his eyes went to the drunk kid, landing on the unnatural way his arm was twisted in his brother’s grasp. He sighed. “You’ve already broken his arm, surely that’s enough for a warning?”

The guy must have been really drunk because it took hearing Elijah for him to register the pain. Before Klaus could answer, the drunk idiot let out a loud yell. Klaus’s hand covered his mouth before it could draw attention. He glared at the guy.

Elijah stepped up. He grabbed the drunk’s face and looked him in the eyes. “You’re going to leave this place and go to a hospital. You won’t come back here and in the future when a woman says no, you’ll listen,” he compelled him. The kid stared, enraptured. He nodded his head. “Oh,” Elijah said, still as calm as ever, “and don’t scream.”

Klaus removed his hand and let the guy go. You waited, holding your breath, as you watched him blink. Before he moved, he looked at Klaus.

“You broke my arm,” he muttered.

Klaus smiled in reply. He let his eyes change. They glowed bright gold in the darkness of the club, and in the flashes of light, you could see the veins protruding under his eyes. He curled back one lip for just the tiniest peak of his fangs.

The drunk idiot stumbled backwards in fear, falling on the dirty club floor with his eyes wide in horror.

Elijah sighed as he looked at the ceiling, clearly over this detour in their night’s plans. He seemed to sigh a lot with Klaus. He walked over to the drunk and grabbed hold of him. He picked him up and looked him in the eyes again. “You’ll forget about tonight and about us. Now go.” As the kid all but ran for the door, Elijah walked back to join you and Klaus. “Was that really necessary, Niklaus?” he asked his little brother.

Klaus, barely holding back a grin, shrugged. Innocent as ever.

The Mikaelsons turned to look at you.

“Thanks,” you smiled widely.

Klaus smiled back at you, sending a look to his brother as if your reaction justified the breaking of limbs. His eyes landed on yours again, amusement dancing in them as he noticed your wild hair and alcohol flushed cheeks. Flutterings. There were flutterings again. You avoided his gaze and looked at Elijah. You definitely needed more to drink. Or less. You weren’t sure.

“We didn’t expect to see you here,” Elijah said, eyes narrowing on you.

You focused on him, thinking about what to say. Elijah waited patiently for a response, almost as amused as his brother at seeing you like this. You wanted to explain that if they had bothered to get to know you even the slightest bit that they wouldn’t have this false image of you in their heads. Sure, you weren’t entirely sure what that image was but you could pretty much guarantee that the description of you involved words like “innocent,” “meek,” “good girl,” and “boring.” Of all those things, the last one was the most aggravating. But, unfortunately, you were far too drunk to string together a coherent explanation of your life story. Also, if it took until they had undeniable proof that you just might be worth a mere moment of their time, then they could fuck right off because you weren’t here for their amusement.

Flutterings be damned. They didn’t deserve an explanation even if you weren’t drunk. It’s too bad your mouth and your brain weren’t on the same page.

“Yeah, I usually don’t do this but they were looking the other way with IDs tonight so…” you babbled before trailing off. You suddenly remembered losing your best friend in the crowd and started wondering where she had gotten to.

Klaus smirked at you.

“How old are you?” Elijah asked.

“I’ll be nineteen in a just under a month,” you replied without looking at them. You couldn’t see anything but drunk people dancing. No sign of her.

“Well, I for one have never understood the drinking age,” Klaus said. Elijah glanced at his brother. Distracted once again, you turned to look at him. Klaus hadn’t moved his eyes off you, and you had the feeling that he was five steps ahead of you on a game you didn’t know you were playing. “Perhaps you’d care to join us at our table?” he asked, gesturing up to the balcony above.

“Yeah, sure,” you chirped happily, the alcohol still running through your system. With your mind still offline, you couldn’t find a single reason to say no. It sounded fun! Besides, despite not knowing them much personally, you found that you’d developed a bit of a soft spot for the Mikaelsons. You beamed at Klaus. He was your favorite. These flutterings weren’t so bad anyway. They made you feel all warm. Or maybe that was the alcohol.

“Follow me,” Klaus grinned like the Cheshire cat.

You went to follow but at the sound of some girl’s loud yell of excitement, you remembered your best friend. You stopped and gasped, your hand going to your mouth dramatically. Klaus and Elijah looked at you expectantly. “I need to find my friend!” you announced and turned to wander off to look for her.

Klaus’s hand on your arms stopped you and you frowned as you looked down at it. You half expected it to be covered in paint.

“The girl you were dancing with earlier?” Elijah asked as you kept staring at Klaus’s hand.

You nodded. Klaus’s hands weren’t as rough as you thought they’d be. You’d think with all the murdering and paintbrush holding that he’d have developed more callouses. Maybe it was a vampire thing. Or a wolf thing. Or a hybrid thing. They were very soft. Did he moisturize? Huh. That was probably it. Never underestimate a good moisturizer. Immortality and eternal youth only went so far.

“I’ll find her,” Elijah said, pulling you from your musings.

You looked up to see Klaus smirking at you before you turned your attention to Elijah. “Thanks,” you smiled at him. Elijah was so nice. “You’re the best!” you declared, beaming once more.

Looking back at Klaus, you found him with an odd expression on his face, an arm extended to you. You looked down at his offered arm. Hey, look at that! Chivalry wasn’t dead. It was just a hybrid. You giggled at your own joke as you took his arm. With a dizzying tug and rush of a breeze, you found yourself standing in front of a table with four seats, three empty and one of them with Rebekah in it.

“Did you have to break his arm?” she asked her brother with a roll of her eyes.

Klaus shrugged, a little smile on his face.

“Hi,” you smiled happily at Rebekah. You never got to hang out with Rebekah. Come to think of it, you’ve never hung over with any of them. Unless you counted the very rare teas you had with Elijah. Which you didn’t because he mostly sat reading a very old and dusty book while sipping perfectly from a teacup as you drank your own. Maybe this would start a new tradition.

Rebekah cocked a perfectly plucked eyebrow at you.

“Play nice,” Klaus chastised his baby sister.

“Am I the only one who has questions?” she asked. “All she’s done for the past three months is work in a bookshop, stay in her room, and wear basic outfits. Now she’s in a club like this, underage, and dressed like that,” she said, gesturing to your outfit.

You knew they thought you were boring! Wait. Did she just compliment your outfit? You looked down at what you were wearing and hoped you’d remember this tomorrow so you could thank your best friend for talking you into wearing this tonight. You smiled up at Rebekah.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“I think you look ravishing, love,” Klaus smirked into your ear. You beamed. Nobody has ever called you ravishing before!

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at her brother, but you didn’t notice. There was a bottle of very expensive looking stuff on the table. You reached for it just as you felt a breeze hit you from behind.

“Y/N!!” your best friend exclaimed as if she hadn’t seen you in ten years.

You turned around just in time to catch her as she threw her arms around you in a bear hug. She was probably too drunk to notice how fast she’d gotten to you.

“I found her at the bar,” Elijah said.

“I was waiting for you!” she announced. “I took another shot. But I ordered two and you didn’t come so I took that as well. Then I drank something while I waited for you. Then this Disney prince guy came up to me and tried telling me to go home! Like he could just order me about!” she said in shock at Elijah’s attitude. “Can you believe it? I’m a strong independent woman!” she proclaimed.

You laughed at Elijah being called a Disney prince. That should be his new nickname!

“It seems I wasn’t compelling enough,” Elijah said. Oh. Right. You’d dosed her right up with vervain. Just because you refused it and left yourself vulnerable didn’t mean you’d let her be vulnerable to compulsion!

“Sorry,” you giggled sheepishly.

“Are these your friends?” your best friend asked.

You burst into a wide smile. She knew you had people staying with you but details were kept to a minimum. At the thought of being able to call the vampires surrounding you your friends, you felt a rush of excitement and pride.

“These are the Mikaelsons!” you introduced. Why hadn’t you introduced them before? They’d get along great! Rebekah and your best friend had a lot in common because they both really liked fashion, or shopping at the least. You walked over to Rebekah, “This is Rebekah! She’s their little sister. She’s really pretty as you can see and I think you two have the same shell top. You know the one you got last week?”

Your friend nodded, smiling widely at Rebekah. See? You knew they’d get along.

The Mikaelsons looked at you with amusement.

“Your Disney prince over here,” you said going over to Elijah, “is Elijah. He’s the oldest. He only wears suits and likes reading big old books.”

Klaus snorted and Elijah sent him a warning look.

“And this,” you beamed and looked at Klaus, focusing all your attention on him. He looked very handsome in this outfit. You supposed he was usually dressed like this, but he looked very good in it so it really wasn’t a wonder why he stuck to his style. What was that saying? If you’ve got it, flaunt it? Wait. Was that the one? “This is Nik!” you announced.

Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus seemed to all share a look.

“What?” you asked. Klaus shrugged, his eyebrows raised and looking fine with it, if not a bit amused. You looked at Elijah and Rebekah. “What?” you asked again.

“Most people call our brother Klaus,” one of them answered but you were too busy to notice who as you watched your best friend slink into one of the seats opposite Rebekah.

“That’s his name though!” you replied as your best friend reached for the same bottle you’d had your eyes on before.

“Wait is his name Klaus or Nik?” she asked before trying to take a large swig only to frown when she found the bottle empty.

You looked at Klaus, a small frown of concentration on your face. If his full name was Niklaus and he went by Klaus and Nik, which was the right one? Most people said Klaus, but then again you heard Rebekah and Kol call him Nik. Also, you called him both depending if it was in thought or to his face. “Both.”

“You can’t have two names!”

“It’s Niklaus! Nik and Klaus!”

“Nik-Klaus?”

“No one word.”

“Niklaus. My brother’s name is Niklaus,” Rebekah said as Klaus continued to watch in amusement.

“Oh,” your best friend replied. “So what should I call him?”

“Klaus,” you stated, very sure of yourself. She shouldn’t call him Nik. It was weird.

“Why did you call him Nik?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! It just popped out!” You were drunk. These things happened. Filters stopped working. You hadn’t been told to stop so it couldn’t be that big a deal.

“Can I call him Nik?” she asked you.

“No,” you replied in unison with Klaus.

“Oh. We need drinks!” your best friend announced suddenly. What an excellent idea.

“I think we were just heading out, actually,” Elijah said.

“Nonsense, brother,” Klaus smiled, sitting down in his chair and leaning back. His leg crossed casually as he watched your best friend start chanting for drinks. “The nights still young,” he grinned.

“TEQUILA!” your best friend shouted.

“Brother, be a dear,” Klaus said, looking to Elijah. Elijah thought for a moment but turned to head to the bar.

“DON’T FORGET THE LIME AND SALT,” you yelled after him.

He was back before you could wonder if he’d spill the shots speeding back. In his hand was a bottle of tequila, a salt shaker, and an entire jar of sliced limes.

“WAIT,” you said, your eyes wide open as he placed the things down on the table. “We have to do this properly.”

“And how do we do that,” Klaus asked.

You weren’t sure if he really didn’t know or was humoring you. Either way, you always jumped at the chance to impart your shot taking wisdom on someone. Even if they were over a thousand years old and a supposed big bad hybrid.

“Watch,” you instructed. You poured out a shot and licked the back of your hand. You carefully added the salt to it. “The right amount is key,” you informed them. You picked up the shot, showing them that it was in one hand and then a slice of lime, showing them it was in the other. You waited until they all looked at you. Klaus was smirking. You liked his smirk. It made those flutterings come back. Why were those concerning before?

You nodded to them and proceeded to do the shot. Lick, drink, lime.

“Tada!” you beamed as you put the shot back on the table.

Klaus clapped slowly.

“Now your turn,” you announced and poured them a shot each.

They took the shot without fail. It may have been due to practice, but you were pretty sure your excellent demonstration was the real reason they did it so well.

“Shall we do another?” Klaus suggested.

“I don’t-“

You cut Elijah off with a squeal. “I have an idea!”

All eyes were on you. Well, Klaus’s eyes were on you. But that’s all that really mattered.

“Body shots!” you exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

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Elijah’s Eternity Part Fifteen

Author: eternityunicorn 

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/AU

Paring: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Language, Smut (*Smut chapters marked +18)

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson didn’t know what to expect when he encountered the strange archer in the night, but he certainly didn’t think his whole world would be turned upside down by it. Yet, he quickly learns that she is more than what she seems, having come looking for an Original after a large spike in supernatural being populations started cropping up on Earth a thousand years ago. Now, he must help her decide if the supernatural community should stay on their home planet or leave it for good? A task that is made more complicated along the way, as his life is changed forever.

NOTE: OC is from my up and coming novel. Other elements from novel series included as well. 

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In the middle of the night, Elijah and Eternity were on their way to a new destination, still traveling west toward Niklaus’s location. Before they had gone, they had changed into new clothes; him a dark blue three piece suit and her a mint green dress. They traveled nearly as long as they had from the small town in Maine to Chicago, Illinois, stopping in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma; a nice change of pace from the big city.

Broken Arrow was a less built up town with a downtown area full of shops and businesses, but there were also green pastures with beautiful vintage homes. It was a good place to stop for a time, Elijah had decided as they had rolled into town. Beside, he knew that there were werewolves, witches, and vampires a plenty in the area, which meant more of the supernatural community to show Eternity. That and maybe for a little while, they could focus on the two of them, instead of crises.

Here, however, he didn’t have a place to stay on stand by. Even so, there was a small bed and breakfast place run by an older couple just outside of the downtown area. They had nearly passed it by on the way into town, but Eternity had pointed it out before they could. 

Once they had pulled up, Elijah had knocked on the door and had himself invited in, as was necessary per his vampire status. Eternity waited outside for the moment at her requested. Using all his charms, he ensured that no other guests were staying there. Once it was confirmed that there were no others, Elijah compelled the old couple to ensure it would stay that way. After acquiring a room, he went outside and brought Eternity into the house. They headed up the old and creaky stairs to the largest room on the upper level per the old couple insistence. 

The room was rather luxurious for an old Victorian style house in a rural area. The walls were covered in gaudy, vintage wallpaper and the floors were of worn hardwood. Every furnishing was of the same era as the house itself. There was a small sitting area with a couch and a low coffee table and two old lamps on end tables. Then on the opposite wall, there was the large bed with a small dresser next to it. A closet was located opposite of the big window with lacy curtains  and there was an ensuite bathroom flanking the other side of the bed to the right. 

It would do for the time being, decided Elijah. Quaint, but tolerable. 

Eternity seemed contented, finding the room interesting enough; though not with the wide-eyed enthusiasm she had shown with the penthouse or the manor before that. She wandered about a bit before sitting on the edge of the bed, which bounced a little when she did. It was adorable, in an innocent sort of way.

Elijah observed her for a moment, as he was a little concerned. Eternity seemed fatigued. On their journey from Chicago, she had seemed less bright. That ethereal glow had faded a bit and her usually bright eyes lacked a bit of luster. He had asked after the listlessness she displayed, but she only smiled and assured him that she was fine. He didn’t believe her, but  decided not to confront the matter.

Now that they were settled in their temporary dwelling, Eternity seemed ready to collapse upon the bed. She looked so tired, an affliction that was out of place in an immortal, especially one of her caliper. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Elijah asked her, coming over to touch her forehead with the back of his hand. 

Again, she smiled in response, and at first, he thought she was going to lie to him as she had before. Instead, Eternity grabbed his hand on her forehead and held it to her cheek as she looked up at him to answer, “I’m going to be alright. I will, but using the Queen’s form has taken a bit out of me. It’s hard on me whenever I use it here in the human world. I just need to rest.”

Elijah felt relieved to hear her explanation, to hear her speak the truth. He smiled gently and bent down to kissed her forehead. “Then rest, Sweetheart.”

She nodded, as he moved away from her.

“I shall have to go into town to gather up some clothes and supplies,” Elijah announced to her, “especially of you’re unwell.”

“I can conjure what you need, Elijah,” insisted Eternity.

Elijah shook his head, “No, Sweetheart. What kind of man would I be, if I let my lady expend more power, when she needs to rest and regain strength? It’s alright. I’ll head into town and return soon. You stay here and sleep.”

Again, she nodded, giving in without a fight. She crawled further up onto the bed and laid down on her side above the covers. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take but a few minutes for her to fall asleep. 

Once Elijah was sure Eternity was fast asleep, he slipped from the room and went downstairs. He exited the bed and breakfast quietly as to not disturb anyone else. It was early evening, and he couldn’t be sure if the old couple were awake or not since the elderly tended to need more rest. He didn’t want to be rude to their hosts by being noisy.

Getting in his Bentley, Elijah headed into town, having to drive a bit to do so. Once in town, he went immediately to a local men’s ware shop to buy clothes for himself. While it was true, he could have simply waited until Eternity was well again to conjure a wardrobe, but he didn’t want her to have to do that for him. It was about courtesy over convenance.

Inside the store, he didn’t compel the store employees to do his bidding or to give him everything for free. Instead, Elijah treated them as any customer would, asking for the things he needed and going about the process of obtaining those items like any human would. For their time and efforts, Elijah left them extra money once he had the things he had come for in hand.

After stopping by a couple other stores for basic supplies that might be needed, Elijah headed back to the bed and breakfast. He hadn’t been gone more than an hour or so and he found he was anxious to get back to Eternity. Not because he was worried, but simply because he didn’t like to be apart from her; an attachment that only grew every day.

Heading inside the bed and breakfast with the items he had bought, Elijah headed up to their room with steady hast. He opened the door and entered their space, his heart nearly stopping at the sight before him.

The bed was empty. Eternity was gone.

Shocked and confused, Elijah didn’t believe what he was seeing at first. Surely, Eternity wouldn’t simply take off without a reason. No, not her. Even so, there wasn’t a note or a psychic message or anything to tell him where she had gone. He didn’t know what to do in this situation. What could he do? He didn’t have a way to contact her. To find her. She could leave and he’d never be able to follow. 

His heart fell into the pit of his stomach at the very thought of his helplessness against her going some place he couldn’t get to, of not being able to communicate with her, or worse still, to never see her ever again. 

Then there was Eternity’s fragile state to consider too. She was fatigued and probably in no shape to be off fighting, to be expending her energy. If that was what she had gone to do; to fight.

Elijah felt panicked and lost and frustrated - angry. 

Just where did she go? 

Quickly dumping the clothes and supplies on the bed, Elijah began to pace, worried and upset by the suddenness of her departure and all that it could imply. Had she left him? Ridiculous. No, surely not that. More likely, she felt trouble in that psychic way she could and went to deal with it. His nerves were wrecked. Eternity was weakened due to their activities in Chicago. She could be putting herself at risk and he couldn’t be there to help her, to even know if she would be alright.

Damn!

Elijah ran a hand through his hair frustratedly and realized that working himself into a frenzy wasn’t going to help anything. He had to trust she would return to him, hopefully unharmed. 

Calming himself the best he could, Elijah removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves to just above his elbow, having suddenly felt restricted in his clothes. Then he pulled a bottle of bourbon out of one grocery bag he had, along with a glass and poured himself a drink to hopefully calm his nerves further. It helped to a degree, but not enough. He sat down on the vintage couch to wait with the bottle in hand.

Only perhaps a half an hour and a half drunk bottle of bourbon later, Eternity returned. She had appeared in the room magically. 

He was on his feet, pulling her to him, instantaneously. Relief filled him to have her back as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. To know she was safe. 

Elijah pulled back a bit to look her over. She seemed unharmed. However, on a closer look, her pale flesh was scuffed with dirt and what looked to be dried blood. Whether it was hers or someone else, he couldn’t tell. Anger began to mix with the relief he felt.

“Where have you been?” He demanded quietly, trying to control his rising anger. “What the hell happened?”

“I apologize if I worried you, Elijah,” she replied, her fatigue evident in her voice, in the weak way she held onto him. “I didn’t mean to. I tried to hurry back before you did, but I was held up.”

Elijah didn’t have patience for her apology, his voice gruff with a swirl of emotion, “That doesn’t answer my question. Please, try again.”

“Soon after you left, I received a ‘call’, an old enemy wanting to meet,” explained Eternity rapidly. “I had to go. I needed to be rid of him as quickly as I could. To appease him for the time being. Therefore, I met with him just outside the city. As always with him, talk turned into a battle. Typical. I was going to go and be right back, but with my fatigue, I wasn’t in top form to end the battle swiftly.”

So she had sensed trouble and went after it. That made sense, even if it was foolish of her to do in her condition. What didn’t make sense to Elijah was the fact that Eternity wouldn’t name this villain and she told her tale with a certain level of fear in her voice. Just who the hell had she met to cause such reluctance to name the foe and to spark such fear in her?

“Who was it that you met?” He found himself asking before he could stop himself.

Eternity looked him in the eyes, hers stormy with a mixture of emotions. “Loki.”

Elijah was taken aback. “What?”

“Remember I told you that Loki and I have history,” she explained further. “Well, I can’t seem to escape him, he always finds me, no matter where I go. However, I couldn’t let him find out about you, Elijah. So, I went. To protect you. To keep him away from this place.”

He didn’t quite understand everything as it sounded complicated, this feud with Loki she supposedly had. At that moment, however, he didn’t need to know any more about it. She was alive and safe. That was what mattered. 

Elijah let all his various emotions pour out in a searing kiss to her lips. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue invading her mouth the second she gasped at the suddenness of his attentions. He dominated their kiss and Eternity didn’t protest in the slightest. Perhaps, that was because she didn’t have the strength to battle him for dominance just then.

Remembering her weakened state, he reigned in his emotional reaction to her return and released her lips from his onslaught. “Forgive me, I know you’re tired,” he began to say, breathlessly as he tried to control the impulse to have his way with her. His want for her was great.

Eternity smiled gently, her eyes darkening a shade from his kiss, “I am weary, yes, but I am not breakable. You do what you need. It won’t kill me.”

Still, he hesitated, despite her permission to carry on.

“Elijah,” she breathed his name, taking his face in her tiny hands, “give me everything you’ve got. Everything you’ve been feeling. Give it to me.”

Those words were all it took to break him. Instantly, he had her back pressed against the nearest wall, his mouth upon hers harshly. His worry, his anger, his frustration, his anger, all filling his kiss. He lifted her up higher, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he held her there with his body. 

Despite her fatigue, Eternity was enthusiastic in returning his rough attentions with ones of her own. She raked her fingers through his hair, scrapping her nails against his scalp as she held the sides of his head in her hands tightly. She bucked against him, grinding into him roughly. She drove him mad at the feel of her wet warmth through his dress pants. The bare heels of her feet dug into his backside, pulling him even closer to her.

Then Eternity tore her mouth away from his, grinning wickedly at him. She leaned over to whisper hotly in his ear, “Since I am weakened, I don’t have the strength to resist. I am yours to do with as you please, love.” She took his earlobe into her mouth suckling it, making him gasp and shutter.

Elijah practically growled at the invitation. Not that he hadn’t already planned on having her whatever way he pleased. With the way he was feeling, he wasn’t interested in anything other than punishing her for worrying him so. She had disappeared on him and left him feeling helpless. He hated feeling helpless. Even so, to hear Eternity give him such freedom, called to his baser self and he was ready to take what she offered him.

However, taking one good look at her tired and dirt covered form and his emotionally strung out haze lifted. His passion for her was put in pause immediately. She may have been willing to give him what he needed, but he suddenly didn’t feel right about taking what she offered. At least, not right then. Her weariness was evident, even as she clung to him. Eternity looked as though she might fall asleep right there pinned to the wall.

Elijah decided to put his want of her on hold, putting her needs before his own, as any man in love would. He let her legs fall from his waist, earning him a confused look from her. He smiled gently at her, keeping an arm around her waist as he pulled her away from the wall.

“Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up and put to bed,” he told her, leading her into the ensuite bathroom.

“Elijah, I’m alright,” she protested weakly.

He didn’t believe her. “No, you’re not. You’ve expelled too much energy. You might not die from it, but you still need to rest.”

Eternity was about to protest more, but Elijah silenced her before she could with a kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Then he smirked, “Besides, I want you in top form for the plans I have for your body later.”

She smiled in return, a slight shiver reverberated down her body at his suggestive words. “Fine. As you wish.”

Inside the small bathroom that had a black and white checkered floor, there was a small sink, a toilet, and an old claw foot bathtub. The bathtub had a faucet on it, but there wasn’t a shower head attached. Not that it mattered. 

Elijah moved Eternity toward the tub, reaching down to plug the drain and turn the faucet on. While the water ran, he set to work removing the slightly tattered corset top and leather leggings she had come back to the bed and breakfast wearing. He worked his way from bottom to top, removing the combat boots on her feet first, then the leggings, and finally the corset.

Once he had her naked, Elijah couldn’t resist pulling Eternity into his arms and laying open mouthed kisses to her neck and chest, going so far as to suckle on the peak of one breast. She sighed contentedly, grabbing onto his biceps as she leaned back slightly to grant him more access to her skin.

After a time, Elijah had to force his mouth from her skin, before he took things further than he intended. Planting one last kiss to her throat, he shut the faucet off and helped Eternity into the tub, where she sat down delicately into the warm water. Once she was seated, he knelt down beside the tub, after pulling a washcloth from the metal rack at the foot of it, and set to work wetting the cloth and running it over her soft skin. He gently cleared away the dirt and blood from her body, one section of skin at a time. 

She sighed contently again as he attended to her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she murmured,“That feels wonderful.”

Elijah grinned slightly as he moved the cloth down the arm closest to him while holding the appendage in his other hand. Once he reached her small hand, he couldn’t resist turning it palm up and lay an affectionate kiss there. 

Eternity opened her eyes and looked at him with an affection of her own. “I am sorry for worrying you so,” she apologized again, softly. “I should have behaved better. Should have left word of my whereabouts, at the very least.”

“I would have worried anyway,” responded Elijah quietly, his tone harsher than intended as he continued to gently wash her. “Even if you had left something to tell me where you went, I still would have feared for you; for your safety, because I wasn’t there with you.”

“It wasn’t your fight,” she said, not unkindly; a simple statement of fact. 

“But you should have taken me with you anyway,” he told her, pausing in his task. “I understand we haven’t been together long, and it may be strange to feel so strongly this soon, but I would rather be by your side than not, even if that means risking death to do so.”

Eternity gazed at him with wide eyes then. Not of surprise, but of fear. “No, never risk your life for mine,” she spoke shakily. “I couldn’t bear it - to lose you, knowing that I was the cause. Especially if Loki is involved. No. It would kill me. Please. I couldn’t go through that again. Never again.”

Elijah’s brows furrowed, “Again?”

She took a deep breath and then looked down at the water as she explained, “Loki is a malicious agent of chaos. He is cruel and cowardly - and he is obsessed with me. Always has been. In the four hundred years he’s spent chased after me, he has killed every man I dare to love, just to get back at me. I cannot let that fate befall another. I won’t survive it.”

He processed what she said. Thinking it over for a moment, he came to one conclusion, “You were lovers.”

With what seemed like reluctance, Eternity nodded, “Aye, we were. But that time is done. Yet, Loki will not give up, despite the desolation of our relationship.”

“A jealous ex,” supplied Elijah.

“Aye.”

He understood then. He himself hadn’t dealt with a vengeful former lover so far. Even so, he was sure that some of his lovers that hadn’t ended up dead in their time together, held grudges against him. Each of those relationships had ended in either abandonment or in an outright feud. Therefore, it was plausible that he might one day reap what he sowed and have an old lover as an enemy. Though, unlike Eternity, he certainly deserved retribution for his own actions in those failed relationships, if he were to be truthful with himself.

“I see,” he said, as he helped Eternity up and out of the tub. 

Elijah grabbed a bit, fluffy towel from the rack and began working in drying Eternity’s skin. He didn’t say anything more for the time being and neither did she. Instead, he focused on caring for her, ensuring that her body was rid of water droplets, before throwing the towel aside and lifting her into his arms bridal style.

She giggled girlishly as she wrapped her arms around his neck in order to hang on. 

Elijah carried her into the main room. Walking over to the bed, he laid her down gently upon it, grabbing a woven blanket at the foot to cover her. He took a moment to remove the bags and whatnot from his earlier shopping off the bed

Once she was tucked in and comfortable, he kissed her forehead tensely, beckoning her to sleep. She didn’t need to be told twice. By the time he returned to her side after emptying the bathtub, Eternity was sound asleep. 

It was a while later, when he felt the hunger stir up in him. Eternity remained asleep and so, he couldn’t feed off her. Even if she had been awake, he wouldn’t have felt right taking her blood while she was still recovering strength. 

Elijah was reluctant to leave her, part of him still fearful that she would disappear again. He wanted to stay with her, but knew he couldn’t. He had to feed.

With quiet movement, Elijah unrolled his sleeves and put his suit jacket back on. With one final gaze at the sleeping Eternity, he exited the room and then the bed and breakfast altogether. It was time for the predator to hunt.

To Be Continued....

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