Let Him Be

“ Let him be ”

Elijah Mikaelson x Y / N

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C O M P O U N D .  . .

" Jesus, hurry up. " I mumble angrily to myself, waiting for my soon to be ex boyfriend to come home.

Klaus and I have been dating for nearly 2 years,  last summer I moved to New Orleans to be with him.

But, I recently found out he cheated on me  with his bitchy therapist, Camille.

So, i'm sitting in his study, waiting to confront him.

" Y/N? " Klaus yells from a distance.

" Y/N, there you are. " He says as he walks into his study.

" Here I am. " I say dryly, taking a sip of the drink in my hand.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. " What is it now? "

" Don't play dumb." I reply.

" I'm not. But please, enlighten me. What have I done now? " He says.

" Oh, I don't know. Fucked your

SHRINK?? " I yell, now standing up.

" What! You're crazy, I- " He rambles on.

" Go to hell, you pretentious bastard! " I say, knowing exactly what to say in order to hurt him.

" Ah yes, bastard. You've been waiting for oh so long to throw that in my face, havent you! " He replies, raising his voice.

" We're done! " I scream in his face, stomping into the hall.

Why the hell would he choose her over me?!

I mean, i'm younger, not to mention I don't psychoanalyze him constantly!

I stomp down the stairs, noticing that Elijah and Rebekah are there, obviously eavesdropping.

" Your brother is a fucking c*nt! " I say to them, walking to the door.

" Y/N, wait. " Elijah says, following me outside.

" If you're planning on convincing me to forgive Klaus, don't. " I say, not stopping.

" I wasnt - im not. I just wanted to say i'm sorry for my brothers behavior. Niklaus often does things without thinking of anyone but himself. " He tells me.

" you're...sorry? " I ask in disbelief.

" He never deserved you. " Elijah says, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

" Elijah.. I don't know what to say. " I tell him, trying to hide the fact that i'm blushing.

" Then don't say anything. " He says, pulling me in and kissing me softly.

I immediately kiss him back, putting my hands in his hair.

He pulls away.

" I'm sorry Y/N. I. I shouldn't have. " He says.

I stand there for a second, contemplating.

Without giving it a second though, I passionately kiss him again.

He kisses me back without hesitation, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

We make out for a few minutes before I pull away, needing to take a breath.

He looks like he's trying to hold back laughter, slyly smirking.

" What's so funny? " I ask, smiling at the man in front of me.

He chuckles. " Niklaus will be furious. "

" Then let him be. " I say, kissing him again.

** this is an old imagine from my wattpad account , i’d like to think my writing has improved since this , but i still thought i should post on here !! lmk if i should do more <3:) **

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I will never, ever understand why the vampire diaries tv adaptation decided to change the Salvatore's backstory from renaissance era italy (sexy) to the confederacy (🤢)

Elijah Mikaelson when you’re being a brat.

┊ ⋆ !!SMUT!! ┊ DNI if that makes you uncomfortable . ┊ . . . ┊

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“You better drop the attitude, dearest. Otherwise, I assure you, you will not be pleased with the consequences.” The original warned, taking a step closer to you.

“You may be a control freak but you can’t control me. I’m not your fuckin’ slave!” you snap back.

That was entirely too much for him to take, his blood boiled as he thought of you chatting with his youngest brother Kol earlier that day, and he naturally assumed he had corrupted you.

“Apologize this instant or I shall forget that I am a feminist.” He threatened, the anger so prominent in his luscious brown eyes that it seemed he could burn you just with his gaze.

“You won’t really do anything. You’re all talk, Elijah.” You taunted, too far gone to realize what was to come.

He stalked towards you, delicately lifting his hand and lovingly stroking your cheek, before roughly pulling you in and placing his lips beside your ear.

“Now you will be solely responsible for whatever happens to your throat, dearest.” He said into your ear, unbuckling his leather belt with his free hand.

And, at that moment, you realized that shallow apologies and your screams won’t help you get his benevolent forgiveness anymore.

“Get on your knees.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry ‘Lijah, I was just kidding.” You pleaded, flashing him a faux innocent look.

“I said, get on your knees.” He commanded, glaring daggers at you.

You quickly obeyed, knowing better than to taunt him any further.

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“ But I Love Him. ”

damon salvatore x reader

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you sat across from your best friend damon in the warm, bubble filled tub. the two of you had been doing nothing but talking and enjoying each others naked company.

“you know what else i hate? i hate when stefa-”

“just stop talking.” damon interrupts, making you frown.

“what, why?” he rolls his eyes at your question, leaning his head back.

“because y/n, we’re supposed to be sitting here relaxing. all you’re doing is talking about problems. it’s starting to get on my nerves.” he sighs.

“fine, i’ll shut up.” he smiles, nodding his head and shutting his eyes. “but, only if you kiss me.” a smirk is now formed on your face, and he opens his closed eyes immediately.

“done.” he replies faster then you would have expected. leaning in he connected his lips with yours, kissing you for a bit before pulling away.

“you’ll shut up now?” he jokes, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“yeah.” you sigh, staring sadly at him.

‘ you’re too good for someone who isn’t sure about you! ’ caroline’s voice rings in your head. ‘ i know, care! but i love him. ’ you had replied.

but i love him.

doesn’t it always come down to love ?

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Ultraviolence

kai parker x fem! reader

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“we could go back to new york.” jade calls out, looking toward her estranged lover. he stops walking, contemplating whether or not to reply.

“no.” he chuckles dryly, not giving her the satisfaction of looking into her eyes. “we cant, jade. go home.”

“so that’s it? you’re just, going to throw a whole year away? i love you, kai!” she shouts, silent tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

he steps toward her, lifting his calloused hand up to wipe away her tears. “then you are already lost.” he replies, a mock pout playing on his face.

snow continues to fall, coating the icy streets of chicago. time begins to seem like a mere concept, as jade remains in the same spot. kai had left when it was still light, the sun had now almost completely set.

“are you alright, dear?” an elderly woman asks her, placing a caring hand on her shoulder.

jade glanced at her, drawing a breath before speaking. “damon was right.”

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