'til forever ends - (inactive)

My plan is only to write part 3 of the ‘To Love’ series, and after that I’m not writing anymore.

pairing(s): Kol x reader

Summary: Kol is learning magic in 16th century Arabia from a witch who couldn’t care less about him.

hi, it’s the new co-writer, @hopesoriginal and I’m glad to be here!

pairing(s): Elijah x reader

Summary: Elijah has no memory of his girlfriend. They meet, or reunite, at the bar in France. // not requested (i just had this cute idea?) // also I suggest listening to this song while reading this imagine

Elijah looked at the watch that decorated his wrist, 9 o’clock on a Saturday night. Meaning his break was almost over as the regular crowd started filling up to room. But there’s a girl he has never seen around here before, just staring at the glass in front of her on the bar. The longer he watched her, the more often he noticed her glancing over at him. Or at the older man that sat next to him, sipping on his drink. But he hoped she was looking at him instead.

"Son, you play the piano, right?" The older man spoke. Elijah switched his attention from her to the man on the bar stool next to him, nodding in response. The man opened his mouth, but shut it again shortly after. "Son," he finally got the words to leave his mouth, taking another sip of his tonic and gin before continueing. "Can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes. But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes."

Elijah nodded his head again, giving the man a polite smile before walking back to his piano, to play a sad and sweet song, that was requested by the elderly man. He prayed to God he picked something that made the man happy, because customer is king. When the song ended, people clapped for Elijah, sending a thank you or a merci beaucoup, his way.

And then he noticed her walking over to him, sitting down across Elijah. "My name’s (y/n)," she smiled at him, "I’m new, which.. you probably already noticed earlier.” He did, he knew everyone around except her. "Elijah," he told her, kissing the back of her hand.

"Tell me about the people here?," she eventually asked him. "I just.. I’m fascinated by others, I’m not a stalker or something," she added quickly as he took his time responding. Elijah looked around, then pointed at the man behind the bar. "The bartender?" she questioned, hoping she was looking at the right person. Elijah smiled again, nodding his head again, before thinking about what was to be told about John.

"There’s John at the bar, he’s a friend of mine. He gets me my drinks for free and he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke," he started. John was a good man, to his customers, to Elijah. John was just a good person in general. A teeth showing smile grew on her face, as she heard all the good things about John. "But there's someplace that he'd rather be." Elijah finished his sentence, her smile being replaced by a confused look.

"And where would John rather be then?," she asked curiously. He wasn’t sure if giving a stranger this much information about someone was alright, but Elijah hoped she wouldn’t be a stranger much longer, as he felt a genuine connection with the girl across from him. "A few days ago, when John got drunk, he told me this was killing him. And I was as confused as you are now," Elijah chuckled, as she listened to every word that left his mouth. "John is pretty sure he could be a movie star if he could get out of this place."

She turned around to get a good look at the bartender, as she studied his every move. Elijah was pretty sure she noticed it then, how John poured a drink for everone that asked, but barely ever smiled. When she returned her gaze to Elijah, she shyly pointed to the two man sitting in the booth, in a barely lit corner of the room. "Tell me about them," she half spoke, half asked. Elijah happy to tell her more about the people in their presence.

"Now Paul is a real estate novelist. He comes here whenever he can. I think he’s lonely, never had time for a wife."

Elijah felt sorry for Paul, because when the bar would close, they’d both return to a house where no one would be waiting for them. "Do you have a wife? Or girlfriend?," she whispered again. And when a simple no left Elijah’s mouth, a mix between happiness and sadness showed on her face.

"Paul, he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy, probably will be for life. Davy comes here from time to time. Sometimes still dressed in his uniform, just to meet up with Paul before the bar closes it’s doors." "Davy looks to be in his late 50’s, early 60’s. How come he hasn’t retired yet?" “I never asked, Davy’s.. keen on his privacy. But everyone here shows their respect for him."

Elijah closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again she was sitting next to him. To get a better look around the room, she said, but he doubted it. "What about them?," she asked again, her eyes focussed on a young girl and an older man, on the other side of the room.

"The girl works here as waitress, all evenings from Monday til Thursday. The man all dressed up in a suit, runs a succesful company." Elijah explained, and once again she was taking in every word he said. "The waitress is practicing politics as the businessmen slowly get stoned."

"A weird combination, if you ask me," she started, a small smile on her face, "drugs and politics don’t go well together." Elijah let out a little laugh, he knew she was right but they pair had been sitting together every weekend. "They're sharing a drink they call "Loneliness" but it's better than drinking alone."

After he finished his sentence, he noticed their hands were touching. Then, they were intertwined. He leaned in, only inches away from her lips, giving her the option to reject him. But she didn’t, instead she got closer, eventually pressing her lips to his. His other hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking over the soft skin.

"Elijah," a voice interrupted them. As he looked up, he noticed the manager standing on the other side of the piano. "Pretty good crowd for Saturday," he smiled, then left to help out the bartenders, leaving Elijah alone again. "I think he likes you," she mumbled, resting her head on his shoulder. He didn’t wanna sound cocky, or arrogant, but it’s been Elijah they’ve been coming to see and forget about life for a while, and the manager knew.

The rest of the night they spend talking, having drinks from time to time, and Elijah completely forgot to play the piano. Only reminded that he was supposed to be working tonight, when someone left some tips in the jar resting on the piano. He recognized her as the waitress, she barely spoke to him, but with a couple of drinks in her system, she did.

"The tip is from all of us. The old man by the bar, John, Paul, Davy, ‘the businessman’ and myself." she smiled, as he thanked her, and told her to thank all the others for him. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was almost time to close the bar, only having time for one more song.

pairing(s): Rebekah x reader

Quote / line: "Every love story has a villan. And in my love story, I am the villan. I say no to love everytime someone falls in love with me.” // send in by anon

Being involved in some drunken bar fight wasn’t one of the evening activities you were hoping for. Yet, here you are, sitting on the kitchen counter with a black eye and bruises decorating most of your arms and legs.

"I shouldn’t have left you at a bar with more drunken people than I can count on one hand," Rebekah apologized, as she pressed the cold washcloth on your bruised eye. "I told you I loved you, and you left. I think that hurts more than my black eye." You mumbled, grabbing the washcloth from Rebekah to apply it yourself.

"You’d run for the hills too if someone confessed their feelings for you," Rebekah groaned, walking circles in the kitchen. "Why can’t you just accept the fact that someone is in love with you?" You asked her, throwing both hands in the air out of frustration, hearing the washcloth fall onto the floor.

Rebekah came a little closer to pick it up from the tiled floor to put it on your eye, once again. "Every love story has a villan. And in my love story, I am the villan.” She confessed.

part II: Not mine to love

pairing(s): Kol x reader

You didn’t know when you stopped sleeping. Maybe it was when Kol stopped coming home at night. Or when you found the white envelope on the dining table with a wedding invitation in it, the morning after sleeping with him again. Or when you had to call one of his siblings to lend you some money, because Kol stopped transferring money to your bank account to pay for the apartment.

"I’ll pay for it," Niklaus’ said over the phone, while he was wondering the streets in wherever he would be. You weren’t able to speak, you just listened to Niklaus’ voice while he told the debt collector to give him 2 days and he’d pay all of your debts and the rent for the next couple of months. You were thankful, so thankful, that Kol even introduced you to his siblings.

You didn’t know you stopped eating. But when Kol came over weeks later, he’d noticed all the food he left you were still in the same place he put them. Way over their best-before date, no package opened.

He looked good though. He always did, he could stop sleeping or stop eating/feeding and he’d still be the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t fair. He was happy, you were a mess.

Your hair tucked in a messy bun, wearing a shirt Kol had left here the last time he paid a visit. "Take a shower, get dressed, we’re gonna have dinner,” he spoke, throwing out the last remaining boxes of food. “Isn’t Davina waiting for you,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms a little tighter around yourself. “I have to take care of my best friend, since, well she’s not taking good care of herself." He told you.

You shouldn’t be this happy to hear him say he was staying at least for dinner. He wasn’t yours to love, he never was. You should have stopped loving him this way the moment he told you he was engaged. But you had him, for a couple of hours to yourself.

-

He took you to your favorite restaurant, the one you met him at. But the food didn’t taste as good as it did before, in fact, you couldn’t taste it at all. You ate all of it, your body happy with the first meal in weeks. "So, what’s new?” He’d ask, trying to start a conversation for the first time since dinner had been placed on the table.

"Nothing, actually. I uh, I almost lost the house. How’s the wedding planning going?" “What do you mean you almost lost the house?” The frown on his face growing. "I couldn’t afford it. Klaus paid the rent for the next six months, so I have some time to look for a job." You told him, as if it was nothing. "You could have called me. I would have transferred you enough money for the rent, and food.” You could have. But you didn’t.

-

Back at home, he pulled out his wallet to leave some cash everything you needed to support yourself. You watched his every move, having the perfect view from where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. For once, it wasn’t decorated with dirty dishes and used glasses, because Kol had cleaned everything.

His eyes staring at the closed envelope he had sent you. Then at the pack of cigarettes. "Has Klaus been paying for this too?," he questioned, holding the package up for you to see, but you didn’t respond.

"I thought you’d stop. You said you would." "You said I’d always be your friend but we barely speak," you informed him. Within seconds, he was holding your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. You hated it, hated that he was so much stronger and faster than you.

"You are my friend," he commented. Right, just a friend. "I love you." You wanted to tell him you loved him in return. You even wanted to scream it. But you didn’t. You just kept looking at him, watching the distance between his and your lips becoming smaller. Until they eventually touched, and you kissed him back.

As he pulled away from the kiss, you never opened your eyes. Instead resting your head against his chest while on of his hands held your head in place. "You didn’t say you loved me back,” he hesitated. "You’re not mine to love. Not anymore."

"It never bothered you before, what changed?," he asked, his other hand rubbing circles on your back. "You’re engaged. What we are doing is wrong." His chest rising as he breathed in, and falling when he let out a sigh. "Let’s go to bed," he proposed, picking you up as you nodded your head.

You let him carry you to your room, you let him kiss you again. Let him undress you, lay you down on the small bed. Let his hands wander every inch of your body as if he never touched it before. It was wrong. It would always be wrong. But you never stopped him.

The morning came, and this was the first time you didn’t watch the sunrise from the balcony. You actually slept for more than 2 hours. Walking into the living room, Kol already had his coat on and car keys in his hands. Quick goodbye’s exchanged, while he hugged you one last time. Before you knew, you were alone again.

-

A few weeks, or well, maybe 2 months later, you finally opened the envelope. You have been eyeing it the entire time while finishing the bowl of cereal in front of you.

Your eyes scanning every word. "Kol Mikaelson & Davina Claire", felt like a punch in the stomach. That’s when you realised you missed his wedding, you opened it a week too late.

You felt sick, because he was married now. Totally not yours to love anymore, but officially hers. Sudden nausea taking control of you. That’s when last night’s supper and breakfast from minutes ago left your body again.

Looking up all your symptoms, every internet link you clicked on told you, pregnant. But you couldn’t be, because Kol wasn’t able to procreate. But then again, you missed periods, vomitting almost every morning. Not being able to sleep on your left side, or stomach. That’s when you dialed Niklaus again.

"Klaus, where are you?," you asked him as soon as he answered the phone, your voice shaking. "At a bar. Visiting an old friend." “No, I mean, where are you. Which continent, country, city?" You asked again. "Europe, France, Manosque," he started, answering all three of your questions, "why? Has my little brother lost his manners again?"

Breathing in multiple times before replying, you mumbled a soft: I think I am pregnant.

That’s when you broke down. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Do you want to come back home?" You knew what he was implying. France, where you were born and raised. Marseille was your home. Klaus would only be hours away if he really was staying near Manosque.

"I booked you a flight and a hotel. Let me know if you get on the plane and I’ll pick you up." Right, you completely forgot you were on the phone when you heard the call end. An email with a single ticket to Marseille, and a confirmation of a hotel.

-

"I’m going home for a while. See you soon.” You texted Kol, right before the captain announced to fasten the belt and turn all devices into airplane mode. Another quick text to Klaus to let him know you were taking off.

The elderly man sitting next to you looked frightened. Multiple french curse words leaving his mouth as the plane started to taxi to the runway. "Are you okay, monsieur?” You asked him, hoping to calm him down. "A little nervous, merci," he answered, giving you a kind smile.

pairing(s): Klaus x reader

Summary: Klaus and the reader break up because of his amount of enemies. Years later, she didn’t expect him standing at her front door. // requested by anon

Klaus was the one. It’s not often when both your brain and heart tell you the same thing, but when it came to loving Klaus, they did. Until this very moment. He was trying to break up with you, your brains knew he was right, but the ache in your heart told you not to let him go.

“I am doing this to keep you safe,” he yelled, trying to make himself clear as you kept reassuring him you weren’t leaving him. "Safe?! I live with the Mikaelson’s. With Hayley and her pack! I am perfectly safe.”

His body tense, hearing him sigh in frustration. The look of his eyes this angry scared you, but he would never know. “I don’t want you here. I don’t want you by my side. I want you to leave.” He spat, leaving the house after that.

You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. Wrapping your arms around your stomach, you let yourself slide down the wall. “I heard everything. I’m so sorry for his behaviour...,” Hayley walked in, taking cautious steps as if she was afraid you’d leash out at her. This wasn’t the first time she apologized for his behaviour, she’s been there during all your arguments.

“He just wants to protect you. And New Orleans isn’t a place to be for a human, you know that, “Hayley continued, her tone was way softer than Klaus, actually making you feel calm. “I’ll help you pack your bags,” She ended, helping you get up from the floor.

-

A knock on your door woke you up in the middle of the night. Moving from town to town had become a habit of yours over the years, but when you texted Hayley the new address of this place, you had no idea she would show up at 2AM.

Opening the door, it wasn’t Hayley. It was Klaus. You probably looked like a mess, but he’s seen it all anyway, so for once you didn’t care about the way you looked. “Hi,” he mumbled. "I was nearby and... I thought I stop by and say hi.” A sly smile playing on his lips, but you were totally over him. “You’re lying Nik.”

The use of his nickname shocking the both of you. “Fine. I saw your text om Hayley’s phone. I miss you.” Stumbling a few steps back, not to let him in, but because the shock was a little too much to handle. It stayed silent for a while until he realised you weren’t gonna say anything else.

“It was stupid to stop by. Sorry for waking you,” he said. You watched him walk away from you, and you knew you were going to regret this later on, but the words left your mouth before you knew. “Nik? Do you want to come in? It’s cold and, you shouldn’t walk home in the middle of the night.”

-

You shouldn’t have let him in that night, and you shouldn’t have slept with him that night. Or meeting up with him for lunch multiple times. But what you really shouldn’t have done was driving back to New Orleans to see him tonight, at the house he practically kicked you out of.

Walking in, you immediately saw Klaus sitting with an empty glass in his hand. “Hey,” you greeted him, a cold hearted “hi” escaping his mouth. Why on earth did you drive all the way here to end things for good with him, while a text would have been so much easier. “Can we talk?”

He motioned for you to have a seat, while he got up to refill his glass. He looked good, he always did, but you were over him. Minutes later, you were sitting side by side on the couch. Small talk exchanged until he mentioned your relationship. “Have you moved on?” he asked, taking you by surprise. “Don’t do this, Klaus, please.” You sighed, struggling to even look at him now. “Answer me. Have you moved on, or does our past still haunt you like it haunts me?”

“I tried to move on, yes, our relationship is the past. Ended three years ago because you didn’t want me anymore,” You answered, the ache in your heart returning when you mentioned the night that broke your heart. “Is that how you truly feel?” he asked you, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. Nodding your head, you only earned a hum from him.

“Love,” hesitating to continue his sentence, you nodded your head again to let him know it was alright. “We had some pretty good times. I miss you, I miss all of it. I can sit here pretending to be fine, so you don’t feel guilty for moving on, but I think I died the moment I told you to leave.”

Reaching over to intertwine your hand with his, you gave it a light squeeze. You watched him swallow, and seconds later you watched the tears leave his eyes. You wanted to pull him closer. To hold him like you used to do whenever he cried, wipe his tears away or let them stain the shirt you were wearing even though you hated the feeling of the fabric clinging to your skin.

You still cared about him, no matter how bad the break up was. The scene playing in front of you hurt, maybe you weren’t truly over him, maybe you never moved on, you just tried to forget Klaus. ““You’re not fine, Klaus... talk to me,” you whispered, letting yourself wipe his tears away while your vision grew blurry.

“The day Hayley told me you left, I forgot how to function without you. My emotions turned into aggressive behaviour towards everyone, even my family.“ Lost for words, you gently squeezed his hand another time.

"After we broke up, I started dating this boy,” you started, “he told me he loved me two months into the relationship.” Klaus’ thumb was now stroking patterns into the skin of your hand while he was listening to every word you said.

“I didn’t say I loved him back. He waited one month extra to hear me say I loved him in return. I tried to love him. I truly tried, but after you and I broke up... Klaus, I couldn’t love anyone else.” After you finished speaking, he looked you in the eyes for the first time since tears felt from his own.

His gaze went from your eyes, to the intertwined hands. You never told him how you felt since the breakup. “A lot has changed over the years. I’m not the woman I was when we were together. I still love you, I always will,” You started, letting go of his hand and getting up from the couch. “You no longer mean the world to me. I do think about us from time to time, because you were the first and last person I’ve loved with all my heart.”

He was still watching you, and you were pretty sure you could never forget the look on his face. “I had to visit a shrink to tell with our breakup. According to them, I was traumatized, Nik. Maybe I will never be truly over you, but I’ll be alright one day.”

Hellooo :)