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~Summary: The reader has taken some off to mend her heart and move on. What she didn’t plan was falling in love and finding her happily ever after with the powerful original, Elijah Mikaelson.

~A/N: Dear Readers,

Wow, long time. Thank you for patiently waiting for the second part of the The Last Goodbye. As promised, I opted for two alternative endings; one where the reader ends up with Klaus and other other where the reader ends up with Elijah. Elena is not the main lead, I do not have anything against her, its just for the plot. Your feedback is always welcome! Happy Reading xx

~You can refresh on the story here:

The Last Goodbye

Forever After Goodbye (I) - Klaus Mikaelson

~Characters and Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, Damon Salvatore x Reader(Platonic), The Mystic Gang and The Mikaelsons

~Warning: Swearing.

~Third Person POV:

“FUCK!” Y/N exclaimed, her forehead meeting the steering wheel with a dull thud. Her mind felt like it had split in two—one half applauded her for finally choosing herself, for walking away from the chaos that had consumed her life. The other half screamed at her to call everyone back, to reassure them, to slip back into the role of the ever-dependable, ever-sacrificing Ms. Goody Good.

She leaned back in her seat, staring at the dashboard, and exhaled sharply. Why am I like this? she wondered. Was this an ingrained habit or the psychological fallout of years spent bearing everyone else’s burdens? Shaking off the thought, she forced herself upright and took a long, steadying breath.

The vibrant energy of New Orleans surrounded her—the French Quarter buzzed with life, its colorful streets alive with the soulful wail of jazz, the clinking of glasses, and the allure of trinkets sold at eclectic shops. A faint smile tugged at her lips. For a moment, she allowed herself to lean into the part of her subconscious that patted her on the back. She’d done it. She’d taken a step toward herself.

But the path forward wasn’t easy. She had years of grief to unravel, years of pushing down her pain. Since her parents’ untimely death, Y/N had been in survival mode. She had attended their funeral while shouldering her brother Jeremy’s grief, navigated the endless drama the Salvatores brought into her life, and even let herself fall for one of them—a choice she now regretted deeply. She’d lost so many people along the way, but worst of all, she’d lost herself.

Yet, before she could truly embrace this second chance, there were two things she needed to do: call Jeremy and find Elijah.

Digging through her tote bag, she found her phone, which she had turned off the moment she fled Mystic Falls. With a sigh, she powered it back on, bracing herself for the barrage of missed calls and texts. The notifications flooded in, her screen lighting up with names that once brought her comfort but now only stirred frustration.

Her thumb hovered over Damon’s name as she read his text.

Damon:Y/N, come back home. Everyone is freaking out… Elena is all over the place. She’s very upset. We’ll figure something out. Come home.

A scoff escaped her lips. “Fuck you, D,” she muttered under her breath before hitting speed dial for Jeremy. The phone rang only a couple of times before his worried voice came through.

“Y/N!” Jeremy exclaimed, the relief and panic clear in his tone. “Where the hell have you been? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s going on?!”

“Hey, J-bear,” she said softly, her voice calm despite her racing heart.

“What the fuck, Y/N/N? I’ve been losing my mind! Where are you? Are you safe?” he ranted.

“J... J, stop,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “Let me talk. Please.”

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. “Are you alone?”

“No,” he replied hesitantly. “Bonnie, Caroline, and Stefan are here.”

Of course, she thought, biting back a groan. “Fine,” she said, resigning herself to the lack of privacy. “I’ll just get it over with. Look, I’m fine. I needed to leave Mystic Falls, J. I know the timing isn’t ideal, but I had to do this. I need space—from everyone and everything.”

“Everyone?” Jeremy’s voice held a note of hurt.

“Not you, J,” Y/N said quickly, her tone softening. “I love you, and I need you to understand. Please, respect my decision.”

There was a pause on the other end, and Y/N could picture Jeremy processing her words, torn between his protective instincts and his love for her. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter. “I love you too, sis. Just... take care of yourself, okay? And keep me updated. I can’t lose you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “Thank you, J. Take care of yourself too.”

She could hear the commotion in the background—the gasps and hurried whispers of the Mystic gang—but she didn’t care. For once, their opinions didn’t matter.

She ended the call, leaned back in her seat, and glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She looked like a mess. Her lavender silk dress—picked out by the bride—was wrinkled, her makeup was smudged, and her hair was dishevelled.

“Jeez,” she muttered, grabbing a makeup wipe from her bag. “I’m not going on an Elijah hunt looking like this.”

Once she had tidied herself up, she stepped out of the car and surveyed her surroundings. The memory of her last meeting with Elijah played in her mind—the feel of his arms around her waist, his warm hand brushing her cheek as he whispered promises of loyalty and love. It had been her lifeline then, and it was her guiding star now.

She adjusted her handbag on her shoulder, took a deep breath, and started walking through the French Quarter. The lively streets were packed with people, but Y/N’s focus remained on the task at hand. She passed by charming cafés and quaint shops, mentally noting which ones she’d revisit when she had more time.

Eventually, she found herself at Rousseau’s, a cosy bar that seemed to hum with history. Sliding onto a stool, she caught the bartender’s eye.

“Whiskey on the rocks, please,” she said, flashing a polite smile.

As she waited for her drink, she glanced around the bar, scanning the faces of patrons. Part of her wanted to call Elijah—just a quick call, and he’d be there—but something held her back. She needed a sign, an organic moment to confirm that she was doing the right thing.

The city buzzed around her, full of possibilities. Y/N wasn’t sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was moving toward something good—toward someone who had always been her safe haven.

When the bartender set her drink down, she took a sip and let the burn calm her nerves. As her fingers toyed with the trinkets she had bought earlier, she whispered softly to herself, “Where are you, Elijah?”

She knew better than to mention the name “Mikaelson” here. She could tell that there were other supernatural beings here. Gulping her drink, she picked over on her search for the man in the suit. 

“Y/N...” The voice reached her through the din of the crowded bar, cutting through the noise like a melody she could never forget. She turned on her barstool, her heart thundering as her eyes met Elijah’s.

Without thinking, she leaped into his arms, tears spilling down her cheeks. She buried her face against his shoulder, clinging to him as though he were her lifeline. “Y/N, are you all right? Why are you crying?” Elijah’s voice was laced with concern as one arm wrapped securely around her waist while the other cradled her head gently.

“I missed you,” she whispered, her words muffled against him.

Elijah pulled back slightly, his hands coming to rest on her cheeks as he examined her face with a mixture of worry and tenderness. His touch was featherlight, but his gaze held depth—confusion, concern, and something Y/N dared to hope was love.

“My dear,” he murmured, his lips curving into a soft smile. “I missed you too.”

His heart ached at the pain he could see in her, a hurt that seemed to radiate from the depths of her soul. He wanted nothing more than to take it all away. But the hushed whispers and curious stares from the bar’s patrons reminded him that this wasn’t the time or place.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” he suggested gently, his hand brushing against hers.

“Okay,” Y/N agreed, grabbing her bag and linking her arm with his.

Elijah opted to walk instead of whisking her to the compound. He could sense her fragility, the delicate state of her emotions. This wasn’t a moment to rush; it was a chance—a rare one—to offer her the safety and space she needed.

As they walked, Y/N began to vent. She spoke about Damon, the wedding she’d run out on, and the weight of disappointment that had been suffocating her. Elijah listened attentively, occasionally offering a quiet word of acknowledgment. His presence was steady, calming, as though grounding her chaotic thoughts.

Eventually, they arrived at a grand, timeless structure. Y/N paused, taking in the elegant details of the house, a masterpiece of New Orleans’ golden era.

“Welcome to the Compound,” Elijah said, his voice warm.

“Lijah, this place is... magnificent,” she breathed, her eyes wide with awe.

She turned to him with a shy smile. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he replied, sincerity evident in his tone.

“Does your offer still stand? Do you still have a place for me here? I’d understand if—”

Elijah’s hands came to rest on her arms, halting her words. “Darling, I’m so sorry...” he began, his voice heavy with guilt.

Y/N’s face fell, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Oh,” she muttered, her voice breaking.

“Please, let me explain,” Elijah said quickly, his grip on her firm yet comforting. “I’m apologising for the pain my family and I have caused you. We were careless, blind to the cost of our actions. But know this—you will always have a place here. I made a promise to you, and it’s one I intend to keep.”

Tears streamed down her face as his words sank in. Overwhelmed by the warmth and belonging he offered so freely, she wrapped her arms around his torso and let herself break down.

Elijah held her tightly, whispering soft reassurances as he carried her to his room. She cried against him for what felt like hours, her emotions finally spilling over. Through it all, Elijah remained patient, a steady anchor in the storm of her grief.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes red and puffy, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Lijah. I stained your shirt... And thank you. You don’t owe me an apology. Klaus, maybe, but you? You’ve always looked out for me. Thank you for being here and for letting me stay.”

Elijah cupped her cheek, his touch impossibly gentle. “You never need to apologise, Y/N. You are safe here, always.”

In the following days, Y/N allowed herself to feel, to sit with her thoughts instead of running from them. Elijah, ever mindful of her healing, moved her to his loft outside the city—a tranquil space where she could rebuild her strength.

Some days, she found herself mesmerised by the beauty of the world during their quiet walks. On others, she struggled even to get out of bed, overwhelmed by the weight of her emotions. Elijah never pushed her. On those difficult days, he simply sat beside her, offering his quiet presence.

Healing wasn’t linear, and Elijah understood that. The loft became her sanctuary—a peaceful retreat where she could rediscover herself, bit by bit.

One evening, as Y/N sat on the balcony with a journal in her hands, Elijah approached with a cup of tea. “I thought you might like this,” he said, placing it beside her.

She looked up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You always seem to know what I need before I do.”

Elijah’s gaze softened as he took the seat next to her. “Sometimes, it’s the smallest comforts that make the biggest difference.”

Her fingers brushed his lightly as she took the tea, her cheeks warming. “Thank you, Elijah. For always being here.”

Over time, her feelings for him deepened, though she hesitated to act on them. She wanted to ensure what she felt was real—not a rebound. Elijah, ever patient, gave her all the time and space she needed.

One morning, Y/N woke to the smell of fresh coffee. She found Elijah in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up as he prepared breakfast.

“You don’t have to do all this for me,” she said, leaning against the doorway.

Elijah turned to her with a playful smirk. “And yet, I enjoy it.”

Her heart fluttered. “Why, Elijah? Why go out of your way for someone like me?”

He set the coffee pot down and approached her, his gaze unwavering. “Because, Y/N, you’re not just ‘someone.’ You’re everything I’ve longed for—a reminder that there’s still light in this world.”

At that moment, Y/N knew. She was undeniably, irrevocably in love with Elijah Mikaelson.

“When can I meet your siblings?” Y/N asked casually as they ate breakfast. “Whenever you’d like, darling. Though may I ask why?” Elijah’s voice was calm, but his curiosity was evident. Y/N shrugged, her tone light. “Because I think I’m ready.” When Elijah didn’t respond immediately, she glanced up from her plate to find him watching her intently, questions swirling in his eyes. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low, as though he was afraid to disturb the moment. Y/N carefully pushed both their plates aside, reaching out to take his hands in hers. “A while back, you and I were dancing in a room full of people, yet I could tell the only person you saw in that room was me. In some ways, I’ve been naive… maybe even disrespectful, Elijah. I knew what you felt for me was more than friendship or pity, but I chose to dwell on my feelings for Damon instead.” She paused, her gaze earnest. “You’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. You gave me a place to stay, a safe space to heal. That night at the ball, you asked me to let you into my world. Today, I’m asking if I can be part of yours. Your family is your world, Elijah, and I want to be part of it. To stand by you, to care for you, and to love you.” For a moment, silence filled the space between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Elijah’s fingers tightened slightly around hers, his usually composed expression softening.

“My dearest Y/N,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, “do you have any idea what those words mean to me?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he gently pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her.

“Please, let me speak,” he continued, his dark eyes searching hers. “From the moment I met you, I have been captivated by your strength, your compassion, and your light. Even when you did not see yourself clearly, I saw you. I saw all of you, and I have waited for the day when you might see me too—not as a noble, not as a Mikaelson, but as a man who loves you beyond reason.” His voice broke slightly at the end, and Y/N felt tears prick her eyes. “I have lived a thousand lifetimes, Y/N,” Elijah said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, “but none have held meaning until now. To hear you ask to be a part of my world… I cannot tell you how much it humbles me. Yes, my family is my world, but so are you. And there is nothing I desire more than for you to stand by me, to care for me, and to love me, as I have loved you.”

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek, and Elijah reached up to gently brush it away. “You are my sanctuary, Y/N,” he whispered. Before she could reply, he leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. It wasn’t rushed or overwhelming—it was a quiet, unspoken promise, filled with all the emotions he had held back for so long. When he pulled away, Y/N smiled through her tears, her heart full. “So… when do I get to meet your siblings?” Elijah chuckled softly, his composure slipping just enough to reveal his joy. “Perhaps we should wait until after breakfast. I’ll need to prepare them—they have a tendency to be… dramatic.” Y/N laughed, and for the first time in a long while, it felt light and free. “Let them be dramatic,” she said, leaning into him. “I’ll take it all if it means being with you.”

Y/N walked confidently through the grand doors of the Mikaelson compound, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She had asked for this—demanded it, really. If she was going to be part of Elijah’s life, she had to truly step into his world. That meant confronting not only his complicated siblings but also the pieces of her past tied to them.

Elijah walked beside her, his posture as regal as ever, but there was a faint tension in his jaw. “Are you certain about this, Y/N?” he asked, his deep voice tinged with concern. “You know they can be… unpredictable.”

“I’ve dealt with the Mystic Falls gang for years,” Y/N said, her tone dry. “I think I can handle a few Original vampires.”

Elijah’s lips twitched into a small smile, impressed by her composure. “Just remember, you’re under no obligation to win them over. This is about you and me.”

“Yeah, well,” she said, brushing an imaginary speck off her imaginary blazer, “if I’m going to be with you, I need to deal with them. That’s how families work, Elijah. Even the psychotic ones.”

They stepped into the courtyard, where Rebekah, Kol, and Klaus were already gathered. Rebekah sat elegantly at the edge of the fountain, while Kol leaned against a column, tossing an apple in one hand with a devil-may-care grin. Klaus stood nearby, his usual air of dominance radiating from him as he swirled a glass of bourbon.

“Well, well,” Kol drawled, tossing the apple aside as soon as he saw her. “If it isn’t the fiery Gilbert sister. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Kol,” Y/N said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “Still working on perfecting the art of doing absolutely nothing, I see.”

Kol clutched his chest dramatically. “Oh, she wounds me! Elijah, where did you find such a sharp-tongued treasure?”

“Kol,” Elijah said smoothly, stepping between his brother and Y/N, “perhaps you could save your antics for someone who hasn’t already seen through them.”

Rebekah smirked from her spot by the fountain. “Don’t waste your time, Kol. Y/N’s not like the other doe-eyed girls who swoon at the sight of you. She’s far too clever for that.”

Y/N shot Rebekah a quick smile. “Glad someone noticed.”

Klaus, who had been silently observing, finally spoke, his voice low and cutting. “Cleverness didn’t stop you from being at the mercy of this family before, did it, Y/N?”

Y/N turned to him, her posture straight and unyielding. “No, but it didn’t stop me from surviving, either. Which is more than I can say for some of the messes you’ve created.”

Klaus’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a glint of something darker in his eyes. “Careful, little Gilbert. You’re in my house now.”

“And I’m here by invitation,” Y/N shot back without missing a beat. “Yours, no. But Elijah’s, which matters a hell of a lot more to me.”

Elijah stepped forward, his presence commanding as he placed a hand gently on Y/N’s back. “Enough, Niklaus,” he said firmly. “She’s not here to rehash old grievances. This is about moving forward.”

Klaus looked at his brother for a long moment before shrugging lazily. “Moving forward, is it? How quaint. Well, far be it from me to ruin your little romance.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “God, Nik, must you always make everything so unbearable? Honestly, Y/N, I don’t know how you put up with him.”

Y/N smirked. “I tune him out. It’s a skill I picked up growing up with Damon.”

Kol barked out a laugh. “Oh, I like her, Elijah. Are you sure I can’t steal her away?”

Elijah turned his head slightly, fixing Kol with a look so subtle yet piercing that it made Y/N’s heart flutter. “Kol,” he said, his tone deceptively calm, “don’t push me.”

Kol raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave—for now.”

Rebekah stood and linked arms with Y/N, pulling her away from the tension brewing between the brothers. “Come on, Y/N. Let me give you a proper tour of this place. It’s far more interesting than the constant male posturing.”

As Rebekah led Y/N away, Kol called after them, “Don’t let her bore you with her interior design ideas. They’re dreadful.”

Y/N laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “It’s like dealing with toddlers.”

“You’ve no idea,” Rebekah muttered conspiratorially.

Later, in the Drawing Room

The tension from earlier had eased somewhat. Y/N sat with Rebekah on one of the plush sofas, a glass of wine in hand. Kol was lounging nearby, still full of cheeky comments, while Elijah watched her from across the room, his gaze soft and thoughtful.

Klaus, however, remained distant, his eyes flickering to her now and then with suspicion.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Kol said, breaking the silence. “What’s it like being the Gilbert sister who actually has some sense? Must be exhausting.”

Y/N smirked, swirling her wine. “Exhausting, yes. But at least I’m not the Mikaelson sibling known for being expendable.”

Rebekah nearly choked on her drink, and even Elijah’s lips twitched with amusement.

Kol stared at her, stunned for a moment, before bursting into laughter. “Oh, I think I’m in love.”

Elijah cleared his throat, stepping closer to Y/N. “Kol, I believe it’s time you found another pastime.”

Y/N glanced up at Elijah, catching the faintest glimmer of jealousy in his otherwise calm demeanour. She reached out and lightly brushed her fingers against his hand, a silent reassurance.

“I can handle Kol,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his.

“I have no doubt,” Elijah replied, his voice low and filled with warmth.

From across the room, Klaus watched the interaction with narrowed eyes. Despite his usual bravado, he couldn’t ignore the way Y/N seemed to command respect in a way so few ever did.

For Y/N, it wasn’t about winning over the Mikaelsons. It was about proving, to them and herself, that she belonged—not just in their world, but beside Elijah, where she knew she was meant to be.

It had been a week since Y/N decided to immerse herself in Elijah’s world, and despite her initial reservations, she found herself growing more comfortable within the walls of the Mikaelson compound. Time had softened her edges toward some of the siblings. Rebekah had quickly become a confidante, her blunt honesty and fierce loyalty making it easy for Y/N to trust her. Kol was, as always, the mischievous brother, his flirtatious remarks now more playful than irritating. Freya had been a recent addition to their gatherings, and her warm, composed demeanour was a welcome change amidst the usual chaos.

Klaus, however, remained the elephant in the room. Their interactions were minimal and strained at best, laced with underlying hostility. Y/N’s anger at him lingered—after all, this was the man responsible for so much pain in her family’s life: Aunt Jenna’s death, the torment Elena and Jeremy endured, and countless other manipulations that left scars on her soul. Yet, for Elijah’s sake, she kept her sharp words and biting sarcasm in check when Klaus was around. Barely.

Tonight, the group was gathered in one of the compound’s sitting rooms. A fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth mirrored in the laughter filling the room. Rebekah and Kol were bickering over a board game they’d unearthed, while Freya and Y/N were deep in conversation about New Orleans folklore. Elijah sat close to Y/N, his hand resting lightly on the arm of her chair, their closeness speaking volumes without words.

“Honestly, Kol, your strategy is abysmal,” Rebekah huffed, crossing her arms.

“You’re just upset because I’m winning,” Kol retorted with a grin, earning an eye-roll from his sister.

Freya chuckled and leaned toward Y/N. “This is what I endure every day. Welcome to the madness.”

Y/N smirked. “It’s oddly comforting. Like watching Jeremy and Elena argue over the last slice of pizza back home.”

Elijah’s hand brushed against hers subtly, a quiet gesture that made her heart flutter. His silent support was a balm in the chaos, grounding her amidst the whirlwind that was his family.

Unbeknownst to her, Klaus had been watching from the doorway. His sharp eyes caught the way Elijah’s gaze softened when it landed on Y/N, the way she seemed to bring an ease to his usually stoic brother. It wasn’t lost on Klaus how rare it was to see Elijah this content, and it stirred something unfamiliar within him—something almost resembling guilt.

For days, Klaus had avoided addressing the tension between himself and Y/N, stubbornly pretending it didn’t matter. But seeing her here, effortlessly weaving her way into his siblings’ lives, made him realise that she was no passing fancy for Elijah. She was important. And that mattered.

With a sigh, Klaus stepped into the room, his presence immediately commanding attention.

“Ah, Nik,” Kol drawled, tossing a game piece onto the table. “Come to ruin the fun, as always?”

“Not tonight, brother,” Klaus replied smoothly, his eyes fixed on Y/N.

Y/N stiffened under his gaze, her guard instinctively going up. “What? Did I sit in your chair or something?” she quipped, her sarcasm a shield against his unpredictable nature.

Klaus’s lips twitched in faint amusement before he gestured toward the hallway. “A word, if you don’t mind.”

Y/N exchanged a wary glance with Elijah, who gave her a reassuring nod. Rising from her chair, she followed Klaus out of the room, her arms crossed defensively.

They stopped in a quieter part of the compound, the hum of conversation fading behind them. Klaus turned to face her, his usual swagger replaced with an uncharacteristic seriousness.

“I owe you an apology,” he began, his voice low but steady.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “I’m sorry, what? Did I just step into an alternate universe?”

Klaus exhaled sharply, resisting the urge to retort. “I’ve done unspeakable things to your family. To you. And while I can’t undo the past, I can acknowledge the pain I’ve caused.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, searching his face for any hint of deceit. “Why now? Why bother apologising at all?”

“Because,” Klaus said, his tone softening, “you matter to Elijah. And Elijah matters to me. Despite everything, I don’t wish to be the reason you bring him pain.”

For a moment, Y/N was silent, her emotions warring within her. She had every right to hold onto her anger, but she also knew what it meant for someone like Klaus to admit fault.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice clipped. “I can’t say I forgive you. Not yet. But I can be civil. For Elijah’s sake.”

Klaus nodded, a flicker of respect in his eyes. “That’s all I ask.”

When they returned to the sitting room, the atmosphere shifted. The tension that had lingered between them seemed lighter, replaced by a tentative truce.

Rebekah arched her brow. “Well, that’s new. Did hell freeze over while you two were gone?”

Kol grinned. “Or did Klaus finally learn how to play nice?”

Elijah’s gaze flicked between Y/N and Klaus, a small smile tugging at his lips as he realized what had happened.

Freya leaned toward Y/N, whispering with a grin, “That’s the closest you’ll get to a heartfelt gesture from Niklaus. Congratulations.”

Y/N chuckled softly, leaning back into her chair. For the first time, she felt like she truly belonged—not just to Elijah, but to the family he cherished so deeply.

And that night, even Klaus couldn’t find it in himself to ruin the peace.

Later that night, Y/N stood on the balcony of Elijah’s room in the compound, overlooking the vibrant city of New Orleans. The French Quarter buzzed with life below, but up here, in the serenity of this room, it felt like a world away.

Her fingers trailed absentmindedly over the cool metal of the balcony railing as she lost herself in thought. The events of the past week had been a whirlwind—meeting Elijah’s siblings, finding her footing among them, and even reaching a tentative truce with Klaus. Yet, amidst it all, there was one constant: Elijah.

“Penny for your thoughts, my love?” Elijah’s deep, velvety voice broke through her reverie.

She turned to see him stepping out onto the balcony, his suit jacket abandoned, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up. The sight of him, always so composed yet so effortlessly alluring, made her heart race.

“You’d need a fortune to get through all of them,” she teased, a soft smile gracing her lips.

Elijah stepped closer, his hands resting gently on the railing on either side of her. He leaned in slightly, his presence wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. “Then perhaps I’ll settle for the one that makes you smile like that,” he said, his gaze searching hers.

Y/N laughed softly, leaning into him. “Just thinking about how far we’ve come. How I went from avoiding you at every chance to... this.” She gestured to the space between them, the connection that was now undeniable.

Elijah’s eyes softened, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “And does ‘this’ bring you peace, Y/N? Happiness?”

Her breath hitched at the tenderness in his tone, the way his touch sent shivers down her spine. “More than I ever thought possible,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elijah’s lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “You mean so much to me.”

He cupped her cheek gently, his thumb brushing against her skin. Y/N leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them, she found him watching her with a reverence that made her heart ache in the best way.

“You’ve brought light to a life shrouded in centuries of darkness,” he continued, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve reminded me what it means to hope, to feel, to love. And for that, I am eternally grateful.”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she held them back, letting a soft laugh escape instead. “How do you always know the exact thing to say to make me melt, Mr. Mikaelson?”

“Perhaps because you inspire every word,” he replied smoothly, his lips now only a breath away from hers.

Unable to resist any longer, Y/N closed the distance between them, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. Elijah responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against him. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

When they finally parted, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

“I love you,” Y/N confessed, the words tumbling out before she could second-guess them.

Elijah’s eyes lit up, his expression one of pure joy. “And I, you. More than words can ever convey.”

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms as the stars began to dot the night sky. In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the dangers of their world, not the complications of their pasts. All that existed was the love they shared, a love that felt timeless and unbreakable.

“You know,” Y/N murmured against his chest, “we’re going to have to deal with your siblings’ endless teasing now.”

Elijah chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Let them tease. As long as I have you by my side, I can endure anything.”

And with that, they stayed on the balcony, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, two souls finally finding their home in each other.

The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as Elijah and Y/N walked hand in hand through the lavender field, surrounded by the fragrant flowers that had once been a playground for Elijah and his siblings when they were children. The field was a rare moment of peace for them both, far from the chaos of their supernatural lives.

Y/N gazed at the endless rows of purple, a soft smile on her face. "You know," she said, glancing at Elijah, "this place is beautiful. It's almost as if it holds the memories of your past... and all the times you've been forced to leave them behind."

Elijah squeezed her hand gently, his gaze softening. "It's more than just a place for me. It’s a reminder of simpler times, before our lives were filled with endless complications and heartache. But it’s better now, isn’t it? With you by my side."

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at his words. She turned toward him, standing on tiptoe as she kissed his lips, slow and tender. They were both completely in their own world, the lavender scent mingling with the warmth between them.

When they pulled apart, Elijah looked into her eyes, searching, as though seeing her in a new light. "I don't think I've ever been as certain of anything in my life as I am of you."

Y/N chuckled, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand. "That’s a little dramatic, even for you, Elijah Mikaelson," she teased.

Elijah smirked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "You think so? Because you make me want to be dramatic. You're worth it."

She laughed, her heart full. It was moments like this—just the two of them—that made her forget the tumultuous past and the storm that was always lingering. Elijah pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers.

"Promise me you’ll always be with me," Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I already am," he replied softly, wrapping his arms around her. "And I will be for as long as you’ll have me."

Before they could get lost in each other further, Elijah’s phone rang, interrupting the moment. He glanced at it, his expression turning serious as he looked at the caller ID. Klaus. He dealt with the call. 

"We’ve been summoned to the Salvatore Boarding House. We need to head there. It seems that the Mystic Gang, as you refer to them, have landed themselves in a mess again."

Y/N sighed, her fingers still intertwined with his as she pulled away reluctantly. "Can’t we have just a few more minutes?" she asked, half-joking.

Elijah smiled, though the weight of their responsibilities always lingered. "As much as I would prefer to stay here, I’m afraid we have no choice."

The evening sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Salvatore Boarding House, casting warm, golden hues over the tension-filled room. The Mystic Gang—Damon and Stefan Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, and Elena Gilbert—sat scattered across the living room. Their expressions ranged from apprehension to outright frustration as they awaited the arrival of the Mikaelsons.

“They’re late,” Damon muttered, swirling the bourbon in his glass. “Typical.”

“Maybe don’t insult them when they get here,” Bonnie warned. “We need their help, remember?”

Elena sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. She hadn’t seen Y/N in months. The memory of their strained last encounter weighed on her, but she was determined to fix things—if Y/N would let her.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors swung open, and in stepped Elijah Mikaelson, effortlessly poised in his tailored suit. At his side, hand entwined with his, was Y/N.

The room fell silent.

Y/N looked radiant, her smile soft but confident as she stepped into the space like she belonged there. Her gaze swept over the familiar faces, lingering momentarily on Elena before she looked away. The Mystic Gang, meanwhile, wore expressions ranging from stunned to incredulous.

“Y/N?” Caroline finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Surprise,” Y/N said dryly, raising an eyebrow. She gave a small wave, the corners of her lips twitching upward.

Jeremy stood there, eyes lighting up when he saw Y/N.

"Y/N!" Jeremy exclaimed, rushing forward and enveloping her in a bear hug. "I can't believe you're here! It's been way too long."

Y/N laughed softly, hugging him back. "I know, I know. It's been... a lot. But I’m here now."

The warmth and familiarity of her brother’s embrace made her feel grounded, even amidst the chaos. They pulled apart, and Y/N looked him over. "How have you been? Really?"

Jeremy gave her a small, sincere smile. "I've been good. Missed you, though. Things have been... complicated, you know? But it’s good to see you again."

Elijah watched the exchange with a quiet smile, though his hand found Y/N's, grounding her with a touch that said everything without words.

When Y/N turned to the others in the room, her gaze landed on Elena, who had been standing quietly off to the side, watching the reunion with a mix of uncertainty and hope. Slowly, Y/N approached her, eyes softening as she did.

"Hey, Elena," Y/N said, voice steady but warm. "How are you?"

Elena hesitated, her gaze flickering between Y/N and Elijah before she finally stepped forward. "I’m... I’m okay. Really. I just—I’ve been trying to reach you. I wanted to apologise for everything that happened, Y/N. I should’ve understood sooner... but I was too caught up in my own pain to see yours."

Y/N’s heart softened, but there was still a guardedness in her voice. "It’s not just about you, Elena. I know you’re sorry. But you still haven’t really understood why I had to leave, have you?"

Elena looked down, visibly pained. "I get it now, I do. It was never about me. It was about you needing space, needing to find yourself again. I wasn’t there when you needed me most."

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice firm but not unkind. "I know you’re trying, but it’s going to take time. I’ll speak to you when I’m ready, okay? It’s just... it’s hard. For both of us."

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Damon blurted out, his gaze bouncing between Y/N and Elijah. “You’re with him?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her sarcasm cutting through the room like a blade. “Hello to you too, Damon. Always such a charmer.”

Elijah placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back, his calm demeanour unshaken. “It’s lovely to see you all again,” he said, his voice smooth and composed. “I trust this reunion will be...productive.”

“Reunion?” Stefan echoed, his brow furrowed. “Wait, how long has this been going on?” He gestured between Elijah and Y/N.

“Long enough,” Y/N replied, her tone sharp yet unapologetic. She glanced up at Elijah, her expression softening instantly. “And if you’re wondering, yes, we’re very happy.”

Bonnie’s eyes darted to the engagement ring glittering on Y/N’s hand. “Is that…?”

“Yes,” Y/N said, holding up her hand briefly, smiling. Jeremy hugged Y/N again congratulating her. 

Klaus entered the room then, with Kol and Rebekah trailing behind him. “Ah, the gang’s all here,” Klaus drawled, his smirk firmly in place. “I see you’ve all met my future sister-in-law. Delightful, isn’t she?”

Y/N shot him a mock glare. “Don’t start, Klaus.”

“Who, me?” Klaus said innocently, earning a snicker from Kol and an exasperated sigh from Rebekah.

Damon looked at Klaus, his irritation bubbling over. “How does she put up with you? Or any of you?”

“Patience,” Y/N said with a smirk, settling into a chair with Elijah gracefully taking the seat beside her. “You’d be amazed what it can achieve.”

Klaus chuckled. “And yet you somehow tolerate this lot,” he gestured to the Mystic Gang, “despite their...endearing flaws.”

Bonnie shot Klaus a warning look, cutting in before the conversation could devolve further. “Alright, enough. We need to talk about the threat we called you here for.”

As the discussion shifted to the supernatural danger facing Mystic Falls, Y/N listened intently, her hand still resting in Elijah’s. Occasionally, their gazes would meet, and the shared warmth between them was impossible to ignore—even to those who didn’t want to see it.

Elena’s eyes lingered on her sister throughout the meeting, noting the quiet strength and happiness radiating from her. It was a version of Y/N she hadn’t seen in years, and it left her both awed and uneasy.

By the time the meeting ended, it was clear that Y/N’s allegiance—and her heart—firmly belonged to the Mikaelsons. And while the Mystic Gang grappled with their shifting dynamics, Y/N couldn’t have cared less.

As she and Elijah left the Salvatore Boarding House that evening, his hand rested lightly at the small of her back, their love palpable in every touch, every glance. For Y/N, it wasn’t just about finding a new family—it was about building a future with the man who had shown her a love she never thought she deserved.

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~The Vampire Diaries:

~Summary: Klaus Mikaelson, the immortal hybrid, faces a torment that not even centuries of power can silence. Haunted by the fear that his name will fade into obscurity, he seeks solace in his art—and in the presence of Y/N, a love long lost but never forgotten. But in a world where the past is always present, can they truly leave behind the legacy of their broken love—or is it destined to remain a shadow, lingering just out of reach?

~A/N: This ones for you, A Cat <3 (@justlostinautumn) Love you xx

*You may see many of my one-shots/imagines being inspired by songs, music inspires me. I don’t think I can ever put into words how much music has impacted my life.*

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x OC(F)

~Inspired by the song: Centuries by Fall Out Boys

~Warning: Fluff

~Third Person POV:

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries

The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of chatter and smooth jazz drifting in from somewhere beyond, mingling with the flicker of shadows dancing against the walls. Klaus stood before his easel, his paintbrush hovering mid-air, poised but unmoving. The colors on the canvas, though unfinished, already brimmed with his signature intensity—a masterpiece of bold strokes and vivid hues, a testament to his eternal ambition. His jaw clenched, frustration etched into every line of his posture.

From the corner of the room, Y/N watched him, her book abandoned in her lap. Her gaze lingered on the way his brow furrowed, the slight tension in his shoulders betraying his inner turmoil. She traced the curve of his silhouette with her eyes, a quiet awe stirring in her chest at the raw passion he poured into his art—even in moments of doubt.

He hadn’t spoken in hours, his focus shifting between the painting and the storm brewing behind his eyes. Finally, he broke the silence.

Mummified my teenage dreams No, it's nothing wrong with me The kids are all wrong, the story's all off Heavy metal broke my heart Come on, come on, and let me in Bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints And this is for to match The darkness that you felt I never meant for you to fix yourself

“Do you think they’ll remember me?” he asked, his voice quiet but heavy, the weight of centuries laced within it.

Y/N tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Klaus Mikaelson, the immortal hybrid, ruler of empires, and breaker of hearts? I’d say you’re unforgettable.”

His laugh was sharp, humorless. He set the paintbrush down with a clatter and turned toward her. “Fear fades. Legends become footnotes. I’ve spent lifetimes ensuring my name is carved into the bones of history, but what if it’s not enough? What if, one day, I vanish without a trace?”

Y/N set the book aside and rose, her movements deliberate. The soft rustle of her dress echoed in the quiet room as she crossed to him. “That’s not why you’re afraid, Klaus,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “You’ve been remembered for centuries, but you’ve never let anyone truly know you. Not the man behind the monster.”

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries

He froze, her words hitting deeper than he wanted to admit. She stepped closer, her presence a balm to his restless mind.

“Klaus,” she said, her tone gentler now, “I’ve seen sides of you the world never could. The way you looked after your siblings when no one else would. The man who painted to express the beauty he was too afraid to show. The one who... who once loved me enough to let me go.”

His eyes softened, the cold mask of indifference slipping. “And what good did it do me? You left, Y/N.”

“I left because you pushed me away,” she countered, her voice catching. “You were so consumed by the need to control, to dominate, that you couldn’t see you already had what you wanted. Me. Us.”

Silence hung between them, thick with memories of stolen kisses and whispered promises from a time long past. Klaus took a step toward her, his expression a mixture of regret and longing. “Do you think I wanted to lose you? That it didn’t destroy me?”

Y/N’s breath hitched as his hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His touch lingered, gentle yet possessive, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

“You were my everything, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel. “But I didn’t know how to keep you. I didn’t know how to be the man you deserved.”

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams Until you die for me, as long as there's a light My shadow's over you 'Cause I-I am the opposite of amnesia And you're a cherry blossom You're about to bloom You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “You could have tried,” she whispered.

“I’m trying now, ” he said, his voice barely audible.

Her resolve wavered as she saw the truth in his eyes. Centuries of pain and guilt swirled within them, but so did something else: hope. Slowly, she closed the distance between them, her hand resting over his heart.

“You don’t have to prove anything to the world, Klaus,” she said. “You’ve already left your mark on me. Isn’t that enough?”

His breath hitched at her words, and before he could think to stop himself, he closed the remaining space between them. His lips captured hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw and desperate, filled with years of longing and regret.

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries We've been here forever And here's the frozen proof I could scream forever We are the poisoned youth

Y/N melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed closer. His hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him, as though trying to imprint her into his very being. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every taste, every sensation.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Klaus’ hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks.

“You’ve always been unforgettable, Klaus,” Y/N whispered, her voice shaky but full of affection. Her fingers trailed down his chest, resting just over his heart. “Maybe it’s time you let yourself believe it.”

And for the first time, he thought he could.

He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin, “You’ve always been my eternity, Y/N.”

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries!

As he pulled her into his arms, the weight of centuries seemed to fade away. For the first time, Klaus felt something beyond ambition or rage—a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, eternity wouldn’t be so lonely after all.

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~Request: Heya can I request a part 2 of Just say it already. thanks by @nick-1432​​

~A/N: Hello requester, Hope you like it. <3

My fellow readers, How are you all doing? Hope you all are safe in these challenging times. As always thanks to my co-writer ( @justlostinautumn​ ). Share your feedback xx :)

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, Kol Mikaelson x Reader(Platonic), Davina Claire, Mentions of The Mikaelsons.

~Warnings: Implied Smut.

Part One: Just Say It Already 

~Third Person POV:

Paradise. If Y/N had to describe her life after Klaus, that is the word she would choose. Klaus was everything she dreamt of and more. The fact that she shared a unique bond with his family made everything so much more special. She knew how much family meant to Klaus and she was glad that they opened their arms and heart to her as well.

~Summary: Being in a relationship with a vampire was all adventurous and exciting until things took the wrong turn for Y/N.

~A/N: My fellow readers, How are you all doing? Hope you all are safe in these challenging times.  As always thanks to my co-writer ( @justlostinautumn​​ ). Share your feedback xx :)

*You may see many of my oneshots/imagines being inspired by songs, music inspires me. I don’t think I can ever put into words how much music has impacted my life*.

~Characters and Pairings: Edward Cullen x OC(F), The Olympic Clan, Mentions of The Quilette Tribe and The Volturi, Bella Swan, Jessica Stanley and OC’s (The Parents)

~Inspired by the song: Everything I Ever Wanted by Billie Eilish.

~Warning: Fluff

~Third Person POV:

I had a dream

I got everything I wanted

Not what you'd think

And if I'm being honest

It might've been a nightmare

To anyone who might care

She knew she shouldn’t shun her boyfriend away for saving her life, Y/N knew she should’ve been thankful for being alive. She knew accompanying him to his family’s extra curricular activity was her choice. Y/N knew that she may have just bagged the opportunity of actually having a forever relationship with the love of her life… her soulmate. She had been mentally preparing herself for this life since the day she spent the whole day with her boyfriend in a beautiful meadow in the middle of the thick forest discussing their future together.

~Request: hey can i get a jealous Klaus x human reader imagine where the reader is Kol's best friend and she likes Klaus and Klaus likes her too but both are afraid to admit so Kol decides to help the reader. Can you write a long one? thank you by @nick-1432

​~A/N: Hello requester, Apologies for the delay but I was having writer’s block and have been super busy with my job, Hope you like it. <3My fellow readers, How are you all doing? Hope you all are safe in these challenging times. As always thanks to my co-writer ( @justlostinautumn​). Share your feedback xx

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, Kol Mikaelson x Reader(Platonic), Davina Claire, Mention of Josh and The Mikaelsons.

~Warning: Swearing and minor violence.

~Third Person POV:

“Kol, Why did you become my friend?. I mean I-I’m no witch or in any form an useful alliance” Y/N questioned while sipping on her drink. This was their third night at the Grill this week. “Because you, my girl, are a ball of pure light and that is something I craved for years now. Having a friendship with someone without foolish motives you know.” Kol answered looking back at his friend, his eyes held sincerity that Y/N could see clearly. Y/N stood up from the bar stool and wrapped her arms around Kol, who reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her waist smiling at her. “You’re cute” Y/N giggled, Kol rolled his eyes playfully and laughed along. While they were in the middle of their banter, neither one of them noticed the prying eyes of Niklaus Mikaelson. 

Klaus would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to be the one Y/N spends all her time with, the one that she hugs and the one she’d love. Klaus knew she was his brother’s best friend and if Kol found out about his developing feelings for Y/N, he’d act one way out of two. Either Kol would tease the living hell out of him or he’d start finding ways to kill the immortal hybrid. Klaus walked towards the friends who were laughing at some random joke Kol made. Oh how he wished it was him.

~Y/N’s POV:

Chatting and laughing away, I felt eyes on us but chose to ignore it. It’s not like anyone who knew who Kol was would come and mess with us, why would anyone want to mess with an original? I thought. Then I heard his voice, “Brother.” Klaus said, acknowledging Kol who nodded. “Hello Love” he said to me, pressing a kiss on the back of my hand that was placed in my lap. The slight frown on Kol’s face clearly stated that I blushed hard. I mumbled, “Hi Nik, How are you?” Looking agitated, Kol added, “Yes Nik, How are you and what are you doing here?” My heart was racing and I kept my glaze down, knowing that both originals could hear it beating out my chest. I could feel my blush deepen, the heat continued to rise and I didn’t know how to cool down so I took another shot. Just his presence alone makes me nervous to no end. There is something about him that makes my legs wobble and give up. “I was told that I’d find you both here, so I came to invite Y/N to our annual ball.” Klaus said.

~Klaus’ POV:

She’s a human. She's a mere human. She's a fragile human. She’s a breathtakingly beautiful human. Those are all the thoughts that were running through my mind. To have lived for over a thousand years and been enamoured with a random human with no vampire, wolf or witch lineage was not what I had thought. I looked at her again, seconds ago she was having the best time and now, all I saw was a meek version of her. I wonder why she’d always be so comfortable with everyone else in the family except me. The thought alone made me frown. Pulling her chin up, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Save me a dance, love” I whispered, making her shiver lightly. Glancing back at Kol, I saw him uncomfortably shift and smirked at the sight, walking away.Third Person POV:After Klaus left, Kol and Y/N called it a night and he insisted on walking her home. “You like him, don't you?” Kol asked, smiling cheekily at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N answered calmly though her heart skipped a beat, the thought of Klaus alone can make her heart race. Kol leaned towards her and rested his arm on her shoulder. “You definitely know what I’m talking about Y/N,” Kol urged her to admit. Y/N smiled and chose to remain silent until they reached her doorstep. “Let's not jump into conclusions and sail unto ships that have no destination. You know, Klaus and I are not a match. I can barely utter a word in front of that man. Please don’t do anything stupid.” Y/N said, standing tiptoe to kiss Kol’s forehead. Seeing her walk away, Kol smiled and whispered to himself, “I never mentioned a specific name, Sweetheart.”

~A Few Days Later/Day of The Ball~

“KOL!!” Klaus’ voice echoed in the mansion. “Rise and Shine, Nik.” Kol smirked, ready to put his plan into action. “So tell me something, I went to Y/N’s residence this morning to gift her a dress for tonight and asked her to be my date, but to my surprise I was told that you had asked for her to accompany you already. May I ask you when did this change of heart occur? What happened to the little witch you were dating?” Klaus fired at Kol who was calmly hearing his rant. “Well, Davina and I have been on a break, She will be coming with Josh. So, I thought to ask for Y/N to accompany me. Plus, I have been developing feelings for her. There’s a connection there, you must have noticed it already brother.” Kol said, boosting his feelings for his brother to feel the burn. “So you’re telling me, you’ve suddenly fallen for Y/N overnight?” Klaus questioned gobsmacked. He was assured that Kol was deeply in love with Davina and that Y/N was just a friend. Walking dangerously close, Klaus points his finger at him but doesn’t say a word before he walks out angrily. Klaus’ rage was palpable in the air. “You’re playing a lethal game, Kol” Elijah said, passing a drink to Kol with a raised brow but a small smirk on his face. Everyone in the family was tired of both Klaus and Y/N tip toeing around their feelings for each other.

~Later that night~

Y/N was overwhelmed by her own reflection. Klaus had gifted her the most beautiful gown she had ever seen. The sight of this dress on herself makes her feel worth a million dollars. Kol rushed towards her and stood behind, staring at her reflection in awe. “Kol, you’re staring.” Y/N said shyly. “Babe, you look rather stunning. I’m still processing.” Kol flirted knowing that his brother would hear him keenly. Y/N giggled and took the arm he had held out for her. Walking down the staircase, Y/N felt eyes on her all around. Though one stare from that special someone made her feel butterflies in her stomach to no end. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she was pulled straight into a hug by Rebekah; “You look gorgeous!!” She exclaimed. “Thank you so much Rebekah, you helped me alot with the makeup and accessories.” Y/N added thankfully. 

Strangely for her, Kol was flirting with her back and forth. She was used to his banter all the time, though tonight she felt like going past the usual. Klaus and her had shared a nod and were stealing glances every now and then which didn’t go unnoticed by the fellow originals. Everything was in place and needed one last oomph for either one of them to finally break; Kol was hoping it would be Klaus who’d lose his cool. The night was passing by and had reached the part that Y/N wanted to avoid at all cost, the dancing. Kol was smothering her on the dance floor as well, holding her close by the waist, kissing her cheek occasionally and whispering sweet nothings in her ear that she was 100% sure the other originals could hear. She noticed Klaus’ eyes literally shooting daggers at them and she hid further in Kol’s arms. Something about the look that Klaus was giving them broke her heart a little, she never wanted him to look at her like that. This wasn’t how she saw this going, when Klaus asked her earlier that evening when he dropped the dress off she was dying to say yes. But, she had promised Kol she would go with him, even though she was certain he was going to be going with Davina. 

Pulling her away from the dance, Kol and Y/N were standing in the veranda outside the ballroom. “What are you doing Kol?” Y/N questioned. “What do you mean love?” He answered playing dumb, she could see through it and she was very confused by everything that had been happening this whole night. “You know what I mean Kol. You haven’t once danced with Davina. You’re acting weird, like you but still very unlike you. You’re extra charming, It’s weird… you’re being weird.” Y/N said wanting him to answer clearly, but she also wanted some distance between herself and her best friend. She could feel him planning something and she knew she definitely didn’t want anything to do with it. “I love you Y/N, That’s it. I have been developing feelings for you and thought of taking my chance,” Kol answered. Looking straight in her eyes, taking a step forward and wrapping his arm around her. Y/N tried pushing him away and kept her hand steady on his chest trying to create the illusion of distance between the two. “Enough Kol, I have always seen you as a friend. I don’t know what move I made that made you feel otherwise. Please let me go. I- I like someone else.” Y/N stammered nervously trying to get out of Kol’s hold. Kol smirked slyly and leaned in to kiss her, she kept leaning back trying to escape him. Before Y/N could have felt Kol’s lip on her, she felt Kol being pulled off her by a force and saw Klaus literally holding him down. “STAY AWAY FROM HER!” He shouted, punching his face hard. The originals arrived immediately on the scene alongside Davina who looked worried sick looking at Kol. “Nik, Please let go of him!” Y/N exclaimed, moving quickly and tried to pull Klaus away. Klaus looked at her and launched forward, holding her face close to him, pulling her in a rough kiss. Y/N reciprocated immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling away for breath, Klaus leaned in, touched his forehead with her’s and whispered “Mine.”

 Y/N’s eyes widened and she pulled away from Klaus. ‘Did he say what I just thought?’ The thought ran through her mind, it felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest… Does Klaus like her?  This action offended Klaus, his expression held hurt and he was about to walk away, she saw the look in his eye and her heart panged with hurt that she caused him. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, it was all just too much… It’s just so insane. But, both Y/N and Klaus noticed the amused expressions of the family and saw Kol pressing a kiss on Davina’s forehead. “Um, guys what is happening?” Y/N questioned, puzzled. “Nik, I’ll forgive you for that punch, it saved me from kissing a sister eh,” Kol said, smirking. The blood started to boil in both Y/N and Klaus as they realized they’d been tricked. “Both of you, in love with each other but too engrossed in your own theories. Kol prank you both to admit it. What do the millennials say, ah - Kol lit some fire under your asses.” Elijah said amused by the drama while the rest snickered. Y/N was too shocked and angry to say anything and held onto the railing leaning on it to keep her from running away in embarrassment or lunging at Kol. “Nik, my boy - just say it already. Tell her you love her. I almost got daggered for this for God’s sake.” Kol exaggerated. Before anyone could say anything, Y/N got up and stood in front of Kol poking his chest, “You shouldn’t be so worried about your brother daggering you. When I find one of them I will stab you with it. So help me God, Kol. You fucking freaked me the hell out! You better start praying that Klaus has hidden those daggers well… all of you.” She glares at the rest of the originals before she walks back to the railing looking out to the gardens taking in some deep, calming breaths. Klaus smirked at the shocked looks of his family and pointed his finger at Kol, “You, I will deal with you later but right now; I need to make it up to my girl”. 

Y/N had finally managed to calm herself when she felt Klaus come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist pulling her close to him, she leaned her head back against his chest and let out a soft sigh. “I think you scared my family.” Klaus chuckled. “Serves them right… but, I am grateful they made us confess our feelings.” She looked up at him with a soft smile. “I honestly don’t think I would’ve been able too… you just make me so nervous and it makes it hard to talk to you.” She was blushing as she spoke to him and he turned her round in his arms and leaned his forehead against hers and smiled at her leaning in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. “Am I going to really have to hide my daggers properly, love?” Klaus smirked, pulling away slightly from her. She couldn’t help the smirk forming her lips as she leaned in closer so her lips brushed against his as she said, “I’m sure you can persuade me not too.” She pulled away smirking as she walked back into the ball, her hips swaying and hypnotizing him. He smiled to himself and thought maybe she was a witch, because that woman had just bewitched his heart.

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The Vampire Diaries/The Originals & Supernatural:

~Summary: Some love stories are just bound to happen. Their story was one of them. 

~A/N: Hey Y’all, How are you all doing?.  As always, special thanks to my co-writer and a true gem ( @justlostinautumn​​ ). Share your feedback xx :) 

P.S: I teared up while writing this and so did @justlostinautumn​ . Thought you’ll should know. lol xx

*You may see many of my oneshots/imagines being inspired by songs, music inspires me. I don’t think I can ever put into words how much music has impacted my life*.

~Characters and Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, John Winchester and OC’s (The Mother, School Staff and Douche Mike) 

~Inspired by the song: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5💕

~Warning: Swearing, Angst (not between the main pair), Heartbreak, Fluff and minor violence

~Dean’s POV: (Pair’s age about 18 - 19 yrs old)

Beauty queen of only eighteen,

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her, 

Woah. 

This was the first thing that came into my mind when I saw her. She was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her thighs and ass perfectly and a vest with a plaid shirt that fitted her like it was made for her with her long Y/H/C hair falling down her back in perfect waves. She was nothing like my usual type and yet so capturing, the only thing crossing my mind is I wish I could see her in one of my shirts. She was walking with her friends, books clenched tightly against her chest. I knew she had caught me staring at her, she passed by me; smiling shyly. I smiled back but didn’t make a move just yet. There was something about her smile that made me stop and watch her closely, the way she clutched her books almost like she was protecting herself and he couldn’t help the frown at what she could be protecting herself from… or maybe who she’s protecting herself from. Watching her walk away left me with an unsettled feeling in my stomach and I can’t pinpoint what it is. 

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I only write for female original characters (OC x canon). This blog is tailored to that specific dynamic. Please respect that I do not take LGBTQ+ requests. Everyone is welcome here, but my content stays within my personal writing comfort zone. 💌

~The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:~

Mini Series:

The Last Goodbye: One shot turned to mini series/ Damon x Reader/ Two alternate ending with different pairings (Klaus x Reader AND Elijah x Reader)

The Last Goodbye

Forever After Goodbye (I) - Klaus

Forever After Goodbye (II) - Elijah

Damon Salvatore:

Imagines:

Heaven

Requests:

Careless Whispers

Stefan Salvatore:

Imagines:

It Will Rain

Klaus Mikaelson:

Imagines:

Centuries 

Requests:

Just Say It Already

Downhill Date (Sequel to Just Say It Already)

~Supernatural:~

Dean Winchester:

Imagines:

She Will Be Loved

~The Twilight Saga:~

Jacob Black:

Imagines:

Bound To You

Edward Cullen:

Imagines: