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Out Of This World
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester
Summary: You and the Mikaelsons are fighting a powerful witch that’s trying to take over New Orleans. The only solution: banishment to another universe. However, the spell goes… wrong, and it’s not the witch that ends up in another universe, but you. - At the same time, over a thousand miles away in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm goes off: a rift has opened up. The Winchesters and their angel partners in crime decide to investigate. What will they find when they get to New Orleans?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
A/N: Total number of chapters might vary in the end :) Putting this out for the mobile navigation that I've prepared so that my stuff can be accessed more easily via mobile!
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elijah mikaelson masterlist
* indicates smut
headcanons
being married to elijah mikaelson would include
nsfw headcanons *
elijah mikaelson being a father would include
being elijah mikaelson’s heretic daughter would include
imagines
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Elijah x reader - never leave your side
You defo knew this was coming😂 can i request an Elijah Mikaelson x reader where they're in a relationship and the reader has very bad anxiety and maybe she has a panic attack and tries to hide it from Elijah but him being a beautiful vanpire😍 just knows straight away, thanksss - Anon💜
Wherever you were, Elijah was never that far away from you, everybody knew that.
You were like a package deal, you were always together.
Not that the pair of you didn’t trust one another, but given his history and past, he worried about you, and given your preference to be near him for comfort, he was always happy to go with you anywhere.
So, that made today no different, you didn’t want to go outside, preferring to stay in the comfort of your own home, Elijah had no objection to that.
He came over with some shopping you needed, downstairs in the kitchen putting it all away while you were sat upstairs still in bed.
You were trying to hide the fact that you were in the middle of a panic attack.
You were sat under your quilt, so you couldn’t see the door, but you did notice someone sit behind you, and the quilt was lifted up.
Elijah sat behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, covering you back up with the quilt.
“I’m here darling..”
He rested his chin on your head, running a hand up and down your arm.
“You’re okay… it’s okay…”
Elijah whispered comforting words to you, keeping you in his grasp.
He knew how to calm you down, and he knew all the signs for when you were having a panic attack or when you were going to have one.
He knew your signs.
He knew you.
It’s why he never left your side.
He knew just holding you, reminding you that he was there, that you were okay and you were safe, was a good way to calm you down.
It didn’t fully work, but he could only do so much, the rest was up to you.
Kissing your head again, Elijah leant back, letting you rest your back on his chest, you hand tightly gripping his arm.
He was sure that if he was human it would’ve hurt like hell, but thankfully for him, he couldn’t feel that pain, so he let you grip his arm as tightly as you wanted.
When you didn’t show any signs of calming, he decided to try his next plan.
He began to hum a gentle tune, the tune to the song he always hummed to you when you were upset or stressed.
He hummed it over and over and over again until finally you calmed down, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I’ve got you darling..”
He went to move the quilt, and you looked up at him.
“Not yet…”
“Alright, we can stay like this for however long you need.”
You nodded, closing your eyes, and he smiled softly at you.
“I got everything you needed, as well as some of that chocolate you enjoy so much.”
You nodded again.
“I was also thinking, perhaps you would like go for a walk this evening, when it’s quiet of course, we can go to the lake as sit there a while, would you like that?”
You rolled on to your side, holding his hand in yours.
“Yeah..”
“Then it shall happen.”
Elijah wrapped his other hand over you, laying down so you were laid on him, and he let you bury your head under his chin.
He laid there while you slept, moving the quilt so it was around your shoulders instead, but he didn’t move.
He simply laid there, reading the book from your nightstand, everytime you stirred he would carefully watch you until you went quiet again.
He would never leave you alone, especially not when you needed him
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~Your local egg carton~
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18+
THANK YOU so much for all your love and support; it truly means the world to me.
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Warnings: Its all mostly smut
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New Traditions | E.M.
Summary: Elijah comes up with a new holiday tradition. 18+.
"You don't have to do all this extra work for us. Let me help you relax," he whispered in your ear and nipped it playfully. His hands grabbed your waist and sat you on his lap. You planted your feet on the ground to stand up but his hands held you firm.
"Elijah," you whined yet stopped when he wrapped an arm around you. Kisses were planted on your neck. You wiggled feeling him hard against you.
"Let me take care of you, darling. I'll do all the work," he smiled and unbuttoned your pants. The zipper came undone allowing his hand to slide in your panties. You whimpered feeling his finger touch your core. Your back rested against him while your head laid on his shoulder. "Being such a good hostess. Are you going let me take care of you?"
Your eyes closed as you nodded. He smirked at your agreement. Usually he would have to convince you to play with him while you were in business mode. He played with your clit enjoying your whimpers and moans.
"I have to get back to planning Thanksgiving," you whispered hoarsely. Of course you didn't want to but Thanksgiving wouldn't plan itself. Once you were good and wet he slipped a finger inside of you. You hated how you reacted to him.
"Shhh, darling, remember I'm going to take care of you," Elijah reminded you. Your legs dangled around his. The risk of being caught by one of his siblings made this more enjoyable. "This is what is going to happen. I'm going to bend you over this table and have my way with your pretty little body. Do I make myself clear?"
He added another finger inside of you. Your body clenched around his fingers never wanting them to leave. The way he spoke to you always made you feel hotter.
"Use me," you whimpered. You buried your head against his neck. Your hand rubbed his cheek. Your hips had a mind of their own. They matched each thrust of his fingers. He shuddered yet focused on the task at hand.
"Oh trust me, I will, but for now let's see how many pretty sounds you can make with just my fingers," he teased. The thrust of his fingers picked up in pace as did your hips. Each thrust met with an 'ah' as you felt his fingers curl inside of you.
You brought your head back. Your breath quickened as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The knot in your stomach tightened before releasing. His fingers covered in your juice. You gasped as you looked at the mess on his pants.
"Don't worry about that. Let's get you bent over this table. I can't wait much longer," he confessed. He helped you to your feet and lowered your pants and panties. He slapped your ass playfully as he watched you bend over. A sight before him that he could never get tired of. His pants impossibly tight around him.
"Beautiful," he whispered and stood up. Your heart swelled with pride at the compliment. The sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being pulled down sounded in the room. He lowered his boxers and pants to his ankles.
You cried out his name as he entered you. The way the table moved with each thrust back and forth. Your body clenched on to him once more. Your cheek rested on the table. He snaked his fingers in your hair and pulled slightly.
"A year ago you were my shy little girl. Now look at you. The servants can hear your slutty little mouth moan," he teased. His hand reached around to your oversensitive clit. He thumbed it making you cry out louder.
"T-too much," you whined feeling your knees shake. He mocked you not relenting on his treatment of your body. Elijah knew what you could and couldn't take. Sure enough within seconds you were moaning for him to never stop.
He could feel your orgasm coming the moment your body gripped him tighter. The rush of fluids from your second orgasm nearly pushed him out of you. He gripped your hips and thrusted rougher. The sound of sweaty skin slapping each other echoed in the dining room.
"Look at you. Allowing me to stuff you where our family and friends are going to eat. What would they think?" He asked. His breath ragged as his hands gripped your waist harder. One final messy thrust and he stopped inside of you. He was never one to waste a single drop not inside of you.
He waited to catch his breath before slipping out of you. The absolute mess he left behind was enough to make him want more. You slowly stood up from the table. With his assistance, your panties and pants back to where they were moments ago. He fixed his own clothing.
"Let's plan the same for Christmas Eve," he whispered making you melt.
#fanfiction#imagine#the originals#smut#elijah mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson x you#elijah tvd#elijah mikaelson smut#thanksgiving
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e. mikaelson as your boyfriend
summary: headcanons for dating elijah mikaelson.
pairing: elijah mikaelson x reader
wc: 389
warnings: kissing, mentions of blood
a/n: another boyfriend headcanons! ik they get repetitive but there just a base to fill up my masterlist and practice writing! requests are still open so send something if you want! likes and reblogs appreciated.
very protective, always having to know where you are incase of danger
the possibility of being taken or hurt since the mikaelsons always have a target on there head
very noble obviously, doesn't make promises often but when he does he ALWAYS sticks by them
prefers to kiss you on the forehead and top of the head rather than cheek
love language is 100% acts of service or gift giving
a bouquet every week is a given when dating him
see's you taking care of hope sometimes and is filled with love and sadness since he wishes he could have kids with you
speaking of kids, i think he would adopt children with you, especially if you've been together for a while
would take you to where he used to play as a kid in mystic falls
probably keeps your existence a secret from his siblings since they can be dangerous
if your also an original and have known him since you were humans, hes so obsessed with you its crazy
being together for over 1000 years will do that to people
him holding you while you were going through your transition, shaken, seeing you all covered in blood from being stabbed by mikael
when you were humans he would always ask you to come with him to the watering hole and just talk to you for hours
after getting married he built you and his shared house, decorating it how you liked
him teaching you how to use a sword, sword fights leading to make out sessions
comforting him when his brother passed away
back to now
somehow always knows how your feeling? like hes just really good at reading you and your emotions
if your a younger vampire, he always teases you about how hes stronger than you
assisting him with dealing with the mystic falls gang and his family
still being starstruck seeing you in dresses for the millionth time, like at the mikaelson ball
traveling all across the world in your free time, seeing the most beautiful sites
always hears you out in arguments, taking your feelings and opinions into account
him being extremely loyal to you, not even imaging himself with someone else even after all these years
if he really loves you, he'll blood share with you
the sweetest, kindest most thoughtful boyfriend
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All the Things I Hate About You
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Word Count: 11.5k words
Warnings: Swearing, torture, violence, kidnapping, enemies to lovers...
A/N: This was actually really fun to write. I forgot I had this idea for months until I was looking through my wips and saw the planning completely finished. Anyway, here it is and I hope you enjoy!
The bar is quite busy tonight. It's full of patrons talking and laughing and carrying on in classic New Orleans style. Nights like these are always nice, especially when it's between you and Klaus, this time with the added company of Marcel, as you bring the lip of your bourbon to your own, smiling around the glass.
You chuckle into the cup at one of Klaus’ quips, raising a finger at him and wiping your bottom lip. You're about to speak when your attention diverts to the door at the sound of a ringing bell.
Your face falls.
“Goddamn it,” you mutter, putting your hand down and wrapping it around your glass again.
Looking toward the source of your new frustration, Klaus can't help his chuckle. “Now, now, dove,” he bids, swirling the contents of his glass. “Do not let his intrusion sour your mood. I'm sure he has a good reason for being here. Don't you, big brother?”
You all look at the man in question as Elijah places his hand on the back of his brother's chair. He disregards you altogether, and somehow that's more frustrating than him showing up in the first place.
“Niklaus, we need to talk,” he says, turning his head toward him with a clenched jaw.
You whine, leaning forward and letting your head fall to the table with a dull thump. “But the night was just getting good.” Marcel laughs at you.
Amused, Klaus raises a brow. “About?”
Elijah finally spares you a sliver of attention as his eyes dart toward you, narrowed to slits. “Privately,” he insists.
Klaus rolls his eyes, uninterested and ready to shift his attention back to you. “We can talk about the eternal crisis of my soul’s redemption another day, Elijah. For now,” he looks at you, smirking devilishly, “we were just headed to this cute little place around the corner for a bite.”
You aren't a vampire, but you've never had an issue with encouraging his less-than-innocent activities. In fact, through the course of your friendship, Klaus has found that you enjoy indulging in vampiric lifestyles. He found that you lack a certain morality most humans tend to hold when it comes to the supernatural. It's one of his favorite things about you—you're not obsessed with saving his immortal soul.
But Elijah does not sympathize.
“I'm sure you've had plenty of ‘bites’ today,” he says, shooting you a glare.
Preening under his attention—however negative it may be—you continue. “Yeah, well, bite me. You're ruining the fun.”
His gaze unwavering, Elijah continues to glare. “Oh, I just might.”
You scoff, turning your body more towards him. “I'm not afraid of you.”
He's so used to being feared, but you've never feared him for a moment—it's another one of those things he hates about you.
He takes a step closer to you, and you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. You don't falter, even as he speaks. “I don't need you to be afraid in order to be lethal, sweetling.”
It's very derogative, the way he says it. All of his pet names toward you are. You're sure he thinks you hate it, but—of all his insults—it's one of your favorites.
Marcel and Klaus watch on, enjoying the scene as much as you as the both of you stare the other down. Your gazes are unwavering, a game of dominance which you have a clear disadvantage in—though that's never stopped you before.
“Uh-oh,” Marcel grins, bringing his glass to his lips. He chuckles as he glances at Klaus, who does the same. “It's gonna be a cat fight.”
But when nothing happens, and you continue to stare, Klaus sighs as he lounges in his chair. “What is it that cannot wait, brother?”
It takes a moment for him to finally respond, to tear his eyes away from you and look back at his little brother. “Supernatural business,” he says plainly.
“You mean supernatural drama,” Marcel corrects. “Spill.”
Raising a brow, Elijah's eyes, one again, fall back to you—as though he couldn't resist looking away for more than a moment. “You could probably ‘spill’ yourself, couldn't you?”
You sigh. “To be honest,” you stretch and turn back to your drink, “I'm just trying to get drunk, and your presence is unnervingly sobering.” You take a sip, your eyes still watching him as you do.
Taking every opportunity to spite you, he hums. “Good.”
Marcel refocuses. “What kind of drama?”
Again, Elijah turns away. “The kind that includes a vampire dead in the Quarter.”
You lift your chin, remembering as your lips form an “oh” and you return to your drink.
Marcel, ever annoyed by Mikaelson and Co. mischief, turns to you and Klaus with an immense amount of exhaustion. “You killed one of my guys?”
You raise your hands. “To be completely fair, he was just a tourist.”
“To be completely fair,” Elijah echoes, “he was visiting family, a group of residents here. Now they are threatening to break the peace.”
“That is…quite unfortunate,” Klaus sighs. He stands then, patting Elijah back in a chummy way. “However, I don't know how much I care. This place was becoming rather tedious anyway.”
Elijah is exhausted by all of this. “And I'm sure the same can be said for your human companion.”
You raise your hands in defense. “Don't look at me! He catcalled me, all I did was punch him really hard in the face.”
Klaus nods. “Yes, and I was the one to gut him and string up his corpse in a tree like a Christmas ornament.”
“Before I suggested that we leave him someplace not so out in the open,” you nod, “because humans tend to panic.”
Elijah clenches his jaw. “Of course.”
There are many reasons Elijah doesn't like you.
For one, you seem to have no care or respect for other people's lives. You're just as bad as Niklaus, you may as well be slaughtering these people yourself.
Your encouragement in his brother's misdeeds, entirely contrary to Elijah's attempts at helping his brother, are so frustrating. It makes his job a lot harder when he's got this other voice in his head telling him that it's okay to snap his neck, as long as you put some nice beads and sunglasses on him so he looks cool.
Then there's your sass. You always have some sly comeback, another thing to add to conversation that doesn't need to be contributed.
If it didn't stop there, your eyes. You're always looking at him, always challenging him. You stare him down, your gaze unwavering. You watch his every move just to find something to pick apart.
And you're never scared of him. Never. You have no problem with talking back to this man. He could kill you in a moment, and you could do nothing to stop him. But you don't even consider that possibility, you're too busy being–
“Okay, I'm calling it a night,” Marcel stands, pulling Elijah from his obsessive thoughts. “I've got business to take care of. Thank you for that.” He says the last part to you and Klaus, dipping his head as a goodbye as he leaves. He pauses by Elijah, not meaning his words but—fuck, he's tired. “Couldn't have waited a few more hours?”
You groan, looking up at Klaus. “We don't have to go, do we?”
Klaus shrugs. “So long as you don't get hurt, I don't see why we should.”
You stand, taking one last sip from your drink as you smile. “Great.” You link arms with Klaus, patting Elijah's chest, even as he rolls his eyes. “Buh-bye now.”
Elijah turns as the two of you are leaving, his firm voice stopping the both of you as he continues to glare. “Niklaus,” he says. “We need to talk.”
Klaus lets go of your arm and walks back toward his brother. “You need a drink, my friend,” he suggests. He puts an arm on his shoulders and points toward a woman at the bar. She's sitting on her own, a finger tracing the lip of her glass. “I'm sure that lovely lady there would certainly be happy to help you.”
He pats his chest, smiling slyly. “Cheers.”
Klaus takes your arm again, and you wiggle your fingers in goodbye at Elijah. He huffs gently, shaking his head and deciding he may actually need a drink.
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“Niklaus!”
You groan, laying your head on the table as Elijah's graining voice reverberates through the courtyard. You lay a hand over your head trying to ease the pain throbbing in the back of your skull.
“Could you be any louder?” you grumble, the pain too great to add the malice you intend.
Elijah comes to a stop, not bothering to look at you as his eyes scan the mezzanine. “It's your own fault,” he mutters.
“How charming,” you sigh. He's the brother meant to have manners. You lean your head up to look at him through the dark lenses of your glasses.
“Where is Niklaus?” he questions, finally looking down at you.
You shrug, massaging your temples to ease your migraine. “Probably eating some wayward college girls to spite you.”
He hums, fixing the collar of his sleeve. “Oh, are some of your friends in town?”
Despite the pain in your skull, you laugh, looking up at him. “I like this narrative in your head that the bad influence in this relationship is the helpless mortal rather than the immortal big bad wolf who is literally known for murder and mayhem.” You smile, giggling lightly. “It makes me sound like a mastermind.”
He looks toward you. “The only mastery you've achieved is in ruthless schemes against my sanity.”
“Oh,” you nod. “All good things then.”
Rather than answer you, he yells. “Niklaus!”
You're abusing your temples at this point as you try to ease the pain. “Fuck you,” you spit, resting your head down again.
He smirks. “I'm sure you would love to. Fortunately, I have more interesting things to take care of.”
You hum, your voice muffled by the table. “Dunno what your problem is.”
He's growing impatient at Klaus’ tardiness to his calls, but it seems eased at the prospect of taunting you. “I've got only a handful of issues, and your name is plastered all over 98% of them. Ni-klaus!”
There are many reasons you don't like Elijah.
For one, he always seems to show up when you don't need him to. He's a buzz kill, a sour puss, and a pain in the ass.
And, for an Original, he seems to have a strange distaste for havoc. All you ever really wanted to do was have fun, and he never seemed to sympathize.
You grew up in this city, fully aware of the fact that it was crawling with the supernatural. You grew with it, and you grew into it, and now you hold ideals more aligned with that of the vampires of the Quarter, rather than the humans of the city, desensitized from death and pain and sorrow and indulging instead in the highs and adrenaline rushes of being freed from such moralities. You've never had an issue with that.
But for a woman who'd grown in the heart of the city he loved, Elijah seemed to hate your guts.
If that wasn't enough, his penchant for immaculacy drove you mad, there was no reason to find that much stress in being a little disorganized. Hell, your whole life was practically a disorganized mess, but he doesn't see you spiraling.
And his fucking face disgusted you. The way he watched you, so closely, tracking every movement. His eyes hardly left you, and when they did, it was simply to show you how little you were to him. But you just kept staring. He wanted you to be afraid of him, but you aren't. And you'll never be.
You want him to know that. You know it ticks him off.
Klaus comes to your rescue, but not without an infliction of his own as he arrives at the mezzanine. “Alright! Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm here.” He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes as he looks down at the both of you in the courtyard. “Now what are you so insistent on telling me?”
Elijah squares his jaw. “Walk with me.”
Klaus groans. “Must we?”
True to his fashion, rather than answer, Elijah simply turns and begins walking. As he disappears, you lift your head, pushing your sunglasses further up your nose. “Good luck with that one,” you mumble, pointing in Elijah's direction. You look after him as Klaus descends the steps. “He's especially pissy.”
Klaus comes next to you, pushing some hair behind your ear. “Do you have something to do with that?”
You smile a bit. “Don't I always?”
Klaus laughs, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger and laughing some more when you wipe it. He fishes a little bottle of Tylenol from his pocket and sets it in front of you as he makes his way toward the front, leaving you to your misery as you rest your head back down on the table.
You snatch the bottle, clutching it like golden treasure.
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Your migraine is gone by the time they return. You've still got your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose, but it's more for fashion than it is comfort now. Your music is practically blasting through the courtyard, and the brothers walk in to see you dancing to “I Want It That Way” by the Backstreet Boys.
Why? Why not?
“Oh,” Elijah sighs, raising a brow and glancing away. “It dances.”
You turn, taking off the sunglasses and pausing your music. You point at him with the pair, “Aren't you supposed to be a feminist or something?”
Klaus laughs at your antics and simply brushes past you. You wave tauntingly at Elijah and follow Klaus up the steps as you both leave him by his lonesome.
“So what did you talk about?” you ask once he's out of sight. You weave your hand through his arm and smile up at him. “Was it little ole me?” You shoot him a charming grin.
He chuckles, “As always.”
He shrugs, continuing down the hall with you happily on his arm. You and Klaus have been joined at the hip since you met just a little after he moved back to the city. He's your best friend, as you are his. You adore this man, though many try to warn you of his danger.
But you like the danger. You practically live and breathe the supernatural. Whether you should be afraid or not, you aren't. It's in your veins as though you were one of them already.
“What about?” you hum.
“You and your terrible influence.” He turns into Hope's room, pushing the door open and walking further inside as he looks around.
“I'm just cool like that,” you say. Glancing around, you furrow your brow. “What are you doing?”
“Hayley called,” he says simply. He turns over a blanket to look underneath it. “Apparently she forgot one of Hope's favorite toys when she was last here. She refuses to take her nap without it, needs me to retrieve it for her.”
You walk toward the bed, picking up a powder pink pillow and seeing the little pastel blue bunny underneath it, its floppy ears lazy at the sides of its head.
“Isn't this it?”
You show it off to him, wiggling it to make its arms flop around. Klaus nods, taking the offered creature. “That, it is.”
He leans forward, lowering his voice to a whisper to avoid Elijah's prying ears. “Why don't you come with me, and we can ditch the police downstairs.”
You smile wide, whispering back at him. “I thought you'd never ask.”
He offers his hand. You take it.
The both of you take one of the many “secret” exits of the building, ditching Elijah in the courtyard to go have some real fun. He takes you to one of the back entrances, where it’s a little darker and you’re surrounded by brick. Klaus opens the gate and steps onto the street, and as you go behind him to cross the threshold–
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
You furrow your brow at the resistance that meets the toe of your shoe. Raising a hand, you reach forward…
“Klaus, I can't get out,” you say as you press it against air, and you press hard. But to no avail…
“What do you mean?” he asks.
You make a face ‘What do you think I mean?’ You slap your hand against the force again, and nothing. “There's something keeping me from leaving.”
Hoping your teasing, he reaches for your hand and is immediately stopped from doing so. “What the hell?” he mutters.
“You think it's trouble?”
Klaus sighs, exhaustion slipping into his tone. “When isn't it?”
A gush of air whips behind you and suddenly Elijah is at your side, facing his brother. “We're sealed in.”
You roll your eyes, “We kind of figured that out already.”
He furrows his brows at Klaus, raising a hand to the barrier. “You're not trapped?” he questions.
Klaus raises his hands and lets them drop at his sides. “As it seems.”
“Shit,” you whisper. You shake your head, turning to face both of them as you sink into your “something-is-wrong-how-do-we-fix-it” mode, well-versed in the world of Mikaelson drama by this point. “What do we do?”
Klaus retrieves his phone from his back pocket. “I'll figure something out. You stay here.” He turns to leave. You roll your eyes at his back.
“Don't have much of a choice.”
“Try not to kill each other before I get back,” he says as he leaves.
You groan, leaning against the barrier dramatically. “Don't leave me here!” He ignores you.
You sigh, grumbling as you turn to face Elijah. “Wonderful.”
“I'm not exactly thrilled myself.”
You turn to leave him, walking away back toward the courtyard where the stairs are. Elijah follows you, walking behind.
And as you reach the stairs, still he walks behind.
“You're following me,” you point out, glancing over your shoulder at him.
“I'm not following you.”
You pick up the pace up the stairs. “Yes, you are.” It's almost fun, the senseless bickering. Like children. If only it were that simple…
“We are going in the same direction,” he states, rolling his eyes when you keep looking over your shoulder at the top of the stairs.
“Go away!” you exclaim, disappearing into Klaus’ room. He continues walking, grumbling to himself as he carries on to his own.
Closing the door behind you, you're almost disappointed. But you remember that you don't like him. You aren't friends. He isn't going to humor you, and you won't humor him either.
You plop down on the bed, laying back with your arms sprawled out like a bird. You stare at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do trapped in the compound with naught to do but stare at the ceiling.
And you're bored.
You pull your phone out and tap on it, humming to yourself as you do. But that can only sustain you for so long. And you're right. Because it has been exactly five minutes since you closed Klaus’ door, and now you're standing in Elijah's doorway with your arms crossed over your chest.
He doesn't acknowledge you. He's perfectly content to sit there reading, paying you absolutely no mind.
But you can't have that.
“I'm bored.”
He hums, his finger tapping the top corner of his book. “Go do something.”
“I can't, wise guy,” you roll your eyes. You take a step farther into his room. “We're trapped here.”
He doesn't seem to care. “I'm occupied.”
For a moment, you wonder why he's so calm. If you're trapped in the compound, that means there's a witch involved. And if there's a witch involved, that likely means there's another dangerous issue that needs to be solved before someone gets hurt.
But then you remember. He's an Original. If there's an issue, let it come. It won't hurt him.
You look along the shelves in his room, lined with books and belongings. “I'm not,” you hum.
He rolls his eyes and sets his book down. “Why are you here?”
You shrug. You're bored, and you like messing with him. And that's what you tell him: “Because I'm bored, and I like messing with you.”
“You can't stand not being within my presence, is it?”
“Ew, gross!” you exclaim, feeling slightly giddy before you remember that you aren't friends and you, in fact, hate him as he does, you.
To distract yourself from the fondness in your chest, you take a small book off the shelf and toss it at him. He catches it with ease and sets it on the table next to him. Wordlessly, he shoots you a glare to tell you to stop. But you've finally been entertained.
To be fair, this was childish and unnecessary and you really shouldn't have done it. But you're stupid around Elijah, and you're childish and unnecessary because he entertains you and makes you upset and drives you crazy.
So you keep throwing things at him. First, another book. Then one of the expensive and, likely, old knick-knacks on his shelf. Then whatever goes in your hand because he keeps catching them like it's nothing.
“Leave me alone,” he says, his voice firm and final. But you don't listen to him. You never listen to him.
“I'm bored,” you tell him, bracing another book in your hands. If you knew he wouldn't catch it, you wouldn't throw it. “Do something funny.”
You toss it, he catches it. Like clockwork. “I am not here to occupy you. I am here because I have no other choice, as we are trapped. You said to go away. I left. And now you are here tormenting me.”
He's fed up, and you know he is. And it only excites you more. That means he'll react, he'll pay attention to you. He'll look at you. And you can look at him. You love the way he looks when he's frustrated.
“I am here to torment you,” you shrug. “Did you want another book, by the way? I think you might enjoy this one.”
You toss it. Like clockwork. “Stop.”
You should stop. A figurine leaves your hand.
“Stop,” harsher this time. “I will not tell you again.”
You smirk. “Do something about it.” The challenge leaves your lips just as the last book does.
He catches it, and then suddenly you're being pushed up against the wall, your wrists pinned at either side of your head in a tight grip that makes your fingers tingle. You wince as your head hits the brick, not hard enough to really hurt you but hard enough to sting as you bare your teeth.
Your eyes go wide as your gaze locks with his. He's furious, face inches from yours and eyes full of frustration.
For the very first time, you're afraid of Elijah Mikaelson.
“You are behaving like a child.” His voice is low and dangerous, his eyes are dark as they bore into your own, unflinching. But you flinch. Each little syllabus he stresses has you squinting your eyes and wanting to shrink away from him.
You truly understand now how someone like him can inspire so much fear in others.
“If you continue this nonsense, I assure you…” he leans even closer, his words caressing your face in a terrifying way, “I will put an end to it as quickly as it started.” You close your eyes and turn your face slightly away from him as you feel each letter in his words spell out on your cheek. “Do I make myself absolutely clear?”
Silence. Silence fills the air.
The only exception to the quiet suspense lingering in the space between the both of you are his steady breaths and your quivering ones. As you open your eyes and look at him again, you feel like he's stolen the air in the room and the adrenaline pumping through your veins is not out of the excitement of action, but the fear of actually being hurt.
Because he may actually intend on hurting you.
You definitely feel it in the tips of your fingers, going numb with his tightened grip. You feel it in the sting of the back of your skull after it met the brick of his bedroom wall. You feel it in the scrape of your skin against said brick. And as he's met with silence from you, you feel it in the clutch of his hands around your wrist, his thumb pressing into your pulse and forcing your fingers to curl.
You whimper. You actually whimper—a soft and nearly silent little slip of sound from your lips as you force them to part and whisper meekly to him.
“You're hurting me.”
The fog of frustration lifts from his eyes and he immediately seems to come to his senses. In the next second, he's let you go and take several steps away from you. His eyes are a tad bit wider, and his lips are parted.
He hadn't realized he was actually hurting you.
You wince, holding your wrists as you massage them. Elijah notices the way you actually sink into yourself, trying to play it down but so easy to read in his eyes, eyes that watch you at every point he gets.
“Ow,” you whisper. “Jesus.”
Your wrists really hurt. They'll probably bruise. You reach a hand to the back of your head, wincing once again when your fingers brush the tiny bump that may form there, but feel relieved when there is no blood.
You sigh, glancing up at him and taking a couple small steps back. You think you may be standing too close, even still.
Elijah watches you, swallowing thickly. He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt you.
“I need a drink,” you mumble without the implied, ‘away from you’. Then you roll your eyes, “Oh, wait.”
You hate the feeling being pumped through your system right now. Fear. Fear or Elijah Mikaelson. A man you've never feared in your life. Even for a moment. Suddenly, you're terrified.
Because he may actually hurt you.
Elijah licks his bottom lip and looks down at his shoes. He takes a step back, and then makes a slow and straight path to a cupboard in his bedroom. He opens it, and pulls out a bottle of bourbon he kept hidden away there. In silence he pours two glasses and leaves yours on the edge of the table for you.
Tentatively, you take it.
It takes a moment for the word to form, afraid to vex him again, “...Thanks.”
He hums and says nothing else.
There's another long silence. You bring the glass to your lips and take a generous gulp, letting the alcohol burn down your throat and warm your chest. Elijah does the same.
He holds his glass in his hands, and for a moment you think he looks almost...shy.
He taps his glass, the sound filling the air between you. Without looking up at you, he takes in a gentle breath and speaks.
“Forgive me.”
You look at him. He meets your gaze slowly, making no attempt to step closer but offering all his sincerity. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”
You scoff lightly. “Your threat said otherwise.”
It's your own fault. You were being unnecessary, you were being stupid…
His voice, though firmer, doesn't betray the softness he'd utilized in his apology before. This is the gentlest you've ever experienced Elijah.
“I would not have hurt you to make you stop.”
“Wouldn't you?” you challenge lightly. You're afraid to provoke him some more.
But his reply is still just as firm. “No.” There's a gravity in his words that you don't have the capacity to dissect right now. “I would not.”
More silence. Longer silence.
You stare at him, taking in the sight of his face, which grows softer and softer as time goes on. Your fear slowly dwindles but it's still there, seemingly ever-present. You should apologize.
“You just…” you look down at the floor, “You just don't seem the type to feel bad about hurting me. You don't seem to like me very much.”
You don't want to sound as pathetic as you feel. Especially at the “don't seem to like me”. It feels so…childish, small, insignificant. You don't like me.
He shrugs, speaks matter-of-factly. “I don't. But I do not hate you, either.”
You scoff again, shaking your head lightly. You don't understand him…
Elijah sighs, moving slowly to take a seat again. He sits at the edge of his chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and he cradles his glass in his hands. “As much as your penchant for wreaking havoc with my brother frustrates me… You do remain his friend.” And he doesn't have many of those.
You chuckle, shaking your head, feeling the conflicts of your emotions and turning it to disdain to make it easier on you.
“Is that why you keep me around?”
“What?”
“You want your baby brother to have a bestie?” You bring the cup to your lips but do not drink yet. “Otherwise I'd have already been dead in an alleyway or something?” You take a sip then, to hide the hurt you feel.
He shakes his head, staring at the contents of his cup. “You say that like I've always hated you.”
You raise a brow. “Haven't you?” You don't understand him.
He actually smiles, shaking his head. “You're so stubborn, aren't you?”
Without missing a beat, “It's my best quality.” You don't reciprocate his smile. As he watches you, his slowly fades anyway.
He looks down at your hands. They're shaking slightly. “You're hurt,” he frowns. “Let me help you.”
You take a step back, “I don't need your help.”
“Please.” He sounds small, non-confrontational. He doesn't sound like him, he sounds almost weak—almost like you.
You think about it, and then you take a breath of courage and relent. “No blood, though,” you mumble, trying to sound light-hearted and failing. You're still a bit shaken.
“God forbid you were healed,” he mumbles as he stands and makes your trade places with him as he sits you with the gentlest touches in his chair. He crouches in front of you and takes your hands in his own, frowning in an almost pained way at the cuts and scrapes that litter the lengths of your forearms. He did this.
Elijah stands, disappears, and reappears with a first-aid kit in his hands. He kneels in front of you once more, taking your hands and covering your skin in ointment and wrapping your wrists carefully with deft fingers.
Almost like he cares about you.
A warm feeling swells in your chest, but you stifle it before it can get too familiar, too comfortable. You take your hands back, holding your wrists gently as you rub your fingers over the bandages. You try not to be sentimental.
“Thanks,” you whisper, hating how weak you sound. You clear your throat and stand. He stands with you, moving slowly so as not to scare you. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him. You are never afraid of him.
“Sorry…” you clear your throat, “about the…throwing things. I overdid it.” You can't look him in the eyes. “It was childish—I'm childish, and I'm sorry.”
“Careful,” the slightest smirk teases his lips. “Someone may think we were actually friends.”
Friends.
“God forbid,” you joke weakly.
As has become natural…there is silence. You're not used to so much silence with him. It's usually filled with petty insults and shallow jabs at the others shortcomings.
You look up at him, into his eyes. It's easier to see him a little more clearly in the silence. You can take in more information, like the depths of his eyes, the gleam of them, the richness of his brown irises…
“I'm gonna…” you break the silence as gently as you can, “go keep myself busy.”
He doesn't stop you. He doesn't salvage the strange, silent truce with a sly remark, he doesn't scoff or roll his eyes or walk away. He takes a step to the side and allows you to pass, watching you leave with tentative steps as you stare at the floor to keep from looking back at him. You don't understand him. He doesn't understand you. But you think that maybe, in this silent moment, you understand each other more than you ever have since the moment you first met.
You leave his room. He stands there, watching the open door, unblinking but thinking a million thoughts. He hears your gentle steps descend the stairs. Elijah sits back down, looking at your glasses, both still half-full and forgotten. He sighs. He's stupid.
He hears you downstairs. The soft steps of your shoes against the floor, the scoot of a chair.
He'd never meant to hurt you. As much as he threatens, as much as he remarks, he'd never lay a finger on you with the actual intent of hurting you.
He sighs, turning to take the books you'd thrown in his hands to set back on the shelf. He thinks as he arranges them into their original order. He thinks as he places his knick-knacks in their rightful positions.
He listens to your heart beat, a steady rhythm in the back of his mind. A few moments pass, and there is complete stillness in the compound.
But just as quickly as it settled, it was disrupted once more.
He hears your heart pick up, a fast and unsteady beat against your ribcage that all too suddenly disappears.
It only takes a moment to check every room in the compound. It takes only one other to check them all twice.
But you're gone.
His phone is in his hand and ringing in no time. He paces, unsettled as he bids his brother to answer quickly.
The dial tone ends. Klaus’ voice comes through, “I've just got the little witch. I'm sure being alone with her isn't as excruciating as you claim, broth–”
“Niklaus. She's gone.”
A pause. “What do you mean ‘she's gone’?” His voice is low, menacing. He's ready to draw blood.
“Her heartbeat raced, and then it disappeared.” He looks around again, in case he missed something the first two times. He hates to say that he feels like he may begin panicking. “She isn't in the compound, and I am still trapped.”
He knows. He checked. Three times.
“We're coming.”
He hangs up. Elijah lets his hand drop to his side, running the other through his hair and sighing. He closes his eyes, takes a breath.
It'll be fine.
~
There's a terrible pain at the base of your skull, and you wince when you become conscious enough to feel the pounding of it. Your neck is sore, but it's held back by something rather than left to hang freely. Duct tape, wrapped tightly around your throat.
Your fingers tingle with a numbing sensation spreading up to your wrist. Your hands are tied down to a chair, your ankles are restrained to the legs, and your back is sore from the very uncomfortable position you've been put in. The sticky adhesive hurts your skin.
You're not going anywhere.
You blink quickly as you open your eyes, a bright light flashing in your face and blinding. It's hot and humid, each breath you take is thick and sluggish. You look around, taking in your surroundings to try and see if you know where you are.
The walls are rundown with mold and cracks. The floorboards are weak and creaky. The light directed into your face is your only source of light. The sun has set, and it's a new moon tonight.
A groan slips through your lips before you can stop it.
“She's awake,” a voice announces. A woman.
The floorboards groan under the weight of someone's steps. You look up (as if you have much of a choice), your eyes still adjusting, especially with the pain becoming background noise in your mind.
“I heard.” A man, whose voice isn't particularly strong. After spending so much time with the Originals, you're sure to know the difference.
You'll be fine.
You watch him take his phone from his back pocket, holding up to your face. The flash goes off, and you wince as the tiny click of his phone sounds.
You groan, thinking quickly as you take in a breath. “Wait,” you say. “You didn't get my good side. You gotta do it again.”
Your voice is thick with exhaustion and dehydration, but it doesn't deter you. Just because you're the one in restraints doesn't mean you're the weak one here.
He bends down, moving his face into the light. He doesn't look very intimidating, though he tries to be. In fact, he looks terrible—tired and upset.
“So you're the little human Klaus keeps around?” he hums. His lip curls slightly into a scowl, and he shakes his head. “You don't look like much.”
You smile, shrugging as best you can. “I don't need to.” You tilt your head, “I have an endless supply of charm to work with.”
“That's funny,” he says humorlessly. He turns to the woman sitting in the corner. “She's funny.”
You assume she's a witch. After the incident at the compound and now the apparent kidnapping, that assumption isn't too far off.
You nod. “I'm hilarious.”
“All the time?” he wonders.
“24/7.”
He makes a face, one to say he disagrees. He stands straight up again, walking around your chair. His knuckles rap against the back of it, and you roll your eyes. His tactics are amateur. Even the witch is bored, because she stands up and leaves.
“I personally don't think so.”
You furrow your brows, mocking sorrow. “Really? Why not? Wait,” you think for a moment. “I don't care.”
His hands fall on your shoulder, and you scowl. He's actually touching you. That's disgusting. If you could bite his hand or something, you would. But that currently isn't an option.
“There was one joke that wasn't very funny,” he says, bending down once more so you can see him.
“I always love feedback on my work. How'd it go?”
He smiles, but it's a sour thing on his face. “It went up in a tree, gutted like a fish and hanged. Like he was nothing.” Realization hits you. “You got my brother killed.”
So that's why you're here.
“Is that what this is about?” You shake your head, raising an uninterested brow. “Look, bud, all I did was punch him. Klaus killed him.”
He shrugs, “You definitely didn't stop him.” His words drip with a pain you can no longer empathize with.
“I didn't, no,” you tell him plainly, “because I didn't care and your brother was a jerk—and also Klaus is freakishly strong and I don't stand a chance.”
He's losing his patience. Now he's just pissed, and he's losing his power—what little he had to begin with anyway.
“Being a jerk isn't a fair enough reason to be slaughtered like that,” he argues. “Otherwise you'd already be dead.”
“So you're not going to kill me?” you ask. “Oh, that's a relief. I have a massage tomorrow at two. My shoulders have been killing me.”
“I think tense shoulders are the least of your worries right now.”
“I'm getting mixed signals here. Am I in danger or–”
“Shut up!” His hand wraps around your throat, tighter than the tape he has secured there as he pushes you up against the chair.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins, but it's well hidden as you watch him straight on. He's on the verge, you can tell. He might snap at any moment and it likely won't end well for you.
“You never stop talking, do you?” His voice is low and rough, his breath is thick with rage. “I don't know how anyone puts up with you and your constant blabbing, it's honestly pathetic.”
Your breath is thin but you won't let him have the last word. “Trust me, sweetheart,” you strain against his grip. “Nothing you say is really going to get under my skin. I've probably said it already.”
He leans in closer. You can feel his warm breath on your face, and you'd squirm if it wouldn't empower him. “You're a child.”
“I know. It keeps me young.”
He lets go of you, and before you can think of something else to say, the back of his hands smacks against your cheek. You grunt, your face whipping to the side as the tape cuts into your skin. It stings. He's very strong, and it shows in the dark stain arising in your cheek. You think his daylight ring clipped you because it really stings, and you think he may have drawn blood.
Your suspicions are validated when you see the veins in his eyes wriggling under his skin, his eyes darkening with the scent of your blood.
“Ah, shit!” you gasp, wanting to soothe the spot but being unable to. It really hurts. But you can't let him have the satisfaction. “I mean,” you catch your breath, “harder, Daddy.” You shake your head, wincing harshly. “God, that hurt, actually.”
He gets real close to your face again, but the pain of his smack makes it harder to show indifference. But it's not without trying. “You killed my brother,” he spits. “I'm going to hurt you really bad. And then…” he smiles, “I am going to kill you.”
Your breath is uneven, riled up with the anxiety of maybe not having the upper hand. If there's a witch, it means you're likely cloaked. The compound may still be sealed, so Elijah is still trapped—not that he would save you if he wasn't. Klaus, with all his power, may not be able to find you.
You might not get out of this alive.
Nevertheless. “You really shouldn't start with your big threat.” He turns away from you, annoyed. “There's no way to go from there.”
“I'm going to beat the shit out of you.
“See?” you ask, getting a little desperate now. Maybe you can distract him? “You already threatened my life. Anything else you say is significantly less impactful.”
“Shut up!” he shouts.
A gleam shines off a knife he pulls from his back pocket. Your eyes go wide with panic, and you try to react but there's nothing you can do. He raises it high, and in the next second, he's stabbed it into the meat of your thigh.
A scream tears from your throat. It's loud and rough and brings tears to your eyes as the pain rips through you like a fire. Your hands flex towards it, trying to soothe it in some way—any way—but to no avail.
He sneers, a dark chuckle leaving his throat. You watch his face change, his vampiric features creeping through again. “That's better.”
He pulls his phone out and snaps another picture. a wicked grin sneaks onto his face.
You're in full panic mode. You can't even attempt to be funny anymore, you've begin genuinely freaking out because there's a fucking knife in your leg.
“Okay, I'm sorry,” the words leave your mouth at the speed of light. “I'm sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn't have let Klaus do it. Granted, I can't really stop him when he's got murder on his mind, but I should have tried, and I didn't, and that's on me. I'm sorry. No, no, no, no, I'm sorr–!”
Another painful shout rips through you as he tears the knife from your leg. It bleeds, and it bleeds bad. Tears have begun pooling in your eyes, and dropping down your face and off your chin. Your screams stutter with sobs, and you gasp but there's too much air in your lungs to actually inhale each breath. The tape around your neck chokes you.
More flashes, more pictures
“You can scream as loud as you like, sweetheart. Your precious Mikaelsons are trapped in their house, and we're cloaked. No one's gonna find us until I'm done.”
Mikaelsons. Not Mikaelson. He thinks Klaus is trapped. If you can stall just long enough…
But your hope is running out and the blood is pooling. It's hard to think past the pain.
Klaus will save me. He always saves me.
This guy hates you and your jokes. He wants nothing more than to shut you up for good, but he isn't going to kill you unless he's broken you. He isn't going to take your life until your jokes have run dry and there's no more fun in stripping you of your depleted humor. If you want to live a little longer, you've got to keep them locked and loaded.
You just don't know how long you'll last.
“Well,” you stutter, whispering a confidence you don't have, “if I'm truly fucked, I guess I'm gonna have to use the rest of my good jokes on you.”
His hands wrap around your throat again. He squeezes, and your head feels hot and heavy. Every inch of your face tingles in a terrible way. Your lungs burn as the pressure builds. You flex your hands, you pull at the layers and layers of tape, you try to do something to get you out of here.
He watched you struggle, crude fingers digging into your pulse points. He watches the fight diminish to a dull scrape of your chair against the floor. When you begin to go limp and the life sinks from your eyes, he lets go.
You've never taken a deeper breath in your life.
Click.
A fit of coughs forces its way from your throat. It feels so good to breathe, a dull euphoria buzzing in the back of your brain against the horrible pain of your leg, but—fuck—you can't do it.
“Try speaking through that,” he huffs, satisfied with his method.
For a moment, you think, Maybe… Maybe I should just let him kill me and get it over with.
But Klaus would never forgive you, and if Elijah hadn't hated you before, he surely would then.
For the boys. Not for you. I'm doing this for the boys.
“C-Come clo–” You cough, the hoarseness of your throat too much to be coherent. “Closer.”
He relent, leaning down as his hands brace himself on your arms. It hurts as he transfers most of his weight on them, but you try not to wince.
“That was…” you take in a terrible breath, your voice is a squeak, “really hot.”
Apparently, he doesn't like your jokes.
Snatching up the tape, he presses it against your mouth in generous amounts to ensure not a single word comes out of you.
He picks up the knife, flipping it in his hands as he examines you. You pull weakly against your restraints—to no avail, of course—as he steps closer and closer. You mumble incoherently against your muffle. You try to say something, anything. You need to bargain, you need to joke, you need to do something.
“I'm going to enjoy this.”
The torture is too much. He slices and stabs and scrapes, his movements both swift and slow and ragged and clean. You scream, sob, choke, make all the noise you can. He cuts you in all the right ways, missing your major arteries to ensure you don't bleed out before he's finished with you.
You're lightheaded, and it's hard to see. The pain is so great, you're not even sure you're feeling all of it by this point. Your voice is so abused by your cries that they're hardly audible anymore.
Every time he lets up, taking your silence for defeat, you grant him a look with all the defiance you can muster and brace for the pain to come.
Klaus is going to owe you so much when he gets here.
If he gets here.
You don't know how much more you can take.
He takes a picture at every point. He's gotten so many photos on his phone by now. So many of you screaming and crying, so many of you hurting and so close to broken.
You don't want him to see them.
He grips the knife again. You feel another weak sob rising in your throat when suddenly–
He turns toward the door, his movements halting to listen. There was a rustle, leaves and twigs. Probably nothing…
“Witch!” he yells. No response. “Avaline!” Nothing. He grunts, shaking his head. His knuckles tighten around the knife. “She's gone.”
You mumble against the tape. He looks at you and relents. He rips the tape off, ensuring it hurts you. You cry a little.
“You gonna…” your mouth and your throat are dry, “go investigate that…suspicious noise?”
He smacks you. You make no sound. He looks over his shoulder. “It's just a possum,” he mumbles, not believing himself. “They're all over the place.”
There's another rustle, a possum. He turns to you, silent.
“What? No funny quip?”
You try to think of something, but you come up dry. You let your head lean forward, ignoring the way the tape strains on your throat. It takes so much strength to hold up your head, and you're tired. You're covered in blood and sweat and tears, and you just want to sleep.
When you remain silent, he smiles, triumphant. He checks the time, sighing almost regretfully.
Click. Click.
“Okay,” he says. “Time to wrap this up.”
He tightens his grip around the knife. You want to fight…but you've gotten nothing left. You think of Klaus, how pissed he'll be, the upset he'll feel when you're gone. You don't think of yourself as having a huge impact on others and their lives. You've always thought you were disposable, and you flitted through people's lives holding that ideal.
But Klaus. Klaus is the one person you know loves you, in his way. And when you're dead, he will raise hell. You want to smile at the idea, but it takes too much.
Elijah will be upset.
A choked sound catches in your throat when the knife slices through the flesh of your belly. It drives in, and you don't have the energy to scream. The satisfaction in his eyes beams.
I'm sorry.
He smiles, readjusting his hold on his knife. He goes to twist–
“Keep your filthy hands off of her.”
They move too fast for you to realize he's already pressed up against the wall, held by his neck by a curling hand intent on ripping out throats. A tiny blossom of hope swells in your chest.
You're too dizzy to pay attention to your hero, it's all so fuzzy.
“How did you get out?” he says, panicking as he claws at his attacker’s hand.
“You've got a poor witch.”
You know that voice. Don't you? Somewhere in your brain. He's familiar…
“Your brother killed mine,” he keeps trying. It's retribution. It's retribution. “I'm only repaying a debt.”
He gets close to his face, squeezing his throat even tighter as he begins to sputter and choke. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are black, his face is dangerous.
“So am I.”
A hand bursts through his chest, squeezing around his beating heart. And he holds it there, he ensures that this creature feels every last thing. His grip tightens, and tightens, and tightens, and he relishes in the feeling of his beating heart slowly failing.
He pulls it out, holding the useless organ in his palm with the same disgust he grants the man it belongs to. It falls to the ground with a splat, as does he.
Your savior steps into your line of sight, his dark eyes wide with intense emotion you can't quite place. And you would smile if you could find the will.
He came for you. Elijah.
His bloodied hand presses against the side of your face. You don't flinch, even as he takes hold of the tape and rips it apart like he's nothing. He takes care to remove it from your neck, and you slump forward with your newfound freedom. Your neck is so tight, it really hurts.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his eyes falling on the knife in your belly.
“Do I look alright…” you struggle to gasp, adding on the end so he doesn't worry too much. You don't want him to worry. “...Genius?”
He tries to look calm. He doesn't want to worry you. “Well, you're still funny, so you can't be hurt that badly.” That's a lie. You look terrible. There's blood everywhere. It takes every ounce of control he's got not to vamp out. He's never seen you worse.
“Fuck you.”
“Another time,” he says. You like jokes. He'll joke for you. “Breathe for me.”
You can't breathe. If you breathe, the knife moves, and it hurts so much. The gears are building so much, you can't even see his face. It's too late. You feel it coming. You tried.
He places his hand on the knife’s handle and begins to move. Before he can do anything, a scream tears from your throat with an energy you weren't aware you still possessed.
You begin to sob, a weak thing that slips from your throat and breaks his heart. He's never seen you so…broken. You were as strong and relentless as his brother, and now you're sobbing in his hands.
“No, don't,” you cry. “Don't, please.” You babble incoherently, in too much pain to properly pronounce your agony.
“I know,” he bids as softly as he can, “but it must come out so I can heal you.”
But your sobs overpower his gentle pleas. “It hurts. Elijah, it hurts so bad.”
He's getting choked up. He can't stand seeing you like this but he refuses to look away. “I know.”
“Please make it stop. Please.”
“I will,” he says, rolling up his sleeve. Biting into his wrist, he forces it to your lips as the blood rolls down his skin. “But you must drink.”
You refuse, sealing your lips shut and turning away from him. He doesn't have time for this—you don't have time for this. “You are in no position to refuse.”
It's getting harder and harder to breathe, to think straight. You can't think straight.
You shake your head weakly, slumping forward still as you feel your body giving out. “I don't want…” You lick your dry lips. “I'm not ready…”
He hears what you can't say. You're not ready to turn…
“You have to drink,” he tries, sounding as desperate not as he feels. His hand braces around the back of your head, he holds your dearly. “You must drink.”
You can't breathe. You try to inhale, but your breath is shallow and quick, fast pulls of air that don't reach your lungs before they're being forced out again. He says your name, pleading.
It's coming. You have to say it before it's too late.
“Elijah…”
He shakes his head. “Save your strength.”
No. You can do this. You can spend the last of your strength on this. “I never hated you…” your voice is barely above a whisper. It's choppy and slow, and you try to say everything you need to. “Just thought…” you try to clear your throat, you can taste the blood in the back of your throat, “just thought…” just a few more words, “...you hated…” you take in a weak breath struggling, “...me…”
His eyes are so full, so full of unshed tears and words he wants to say but cannot. “I don't,” he tries, keeping you awake for as long as you can, though you're fading quick. “But I can't prove it to you unless you live. Now drink.”
With all the strength you have left, you smile. It's a tiny, weak, painful little thing, but you do it for him. You don't want the last thing he knows of you to be petty insults or weak confessions of truth. You want him to know that you died with a real smile on your face, one you've wanted to give to him for a long time.
He calls your name, you don't respond as your drooping eyes begin to close. Your heart still beats, your pulse is weak but it still beats.
And he refuses to let you die. You will not die.
“If you won't save yourself, I will.”
~
Elijah flicks through the photos he'd found of that bastard’s phone. He looks at them all, one by one. He sees your eyes, so full of fear and pain and anger and hopelessness. Through each picture, he watches the resilience in your eyes fade until there's nothing but the emptiness of acceptance. He hates it, and he punishes himself with every single photo, refusing to forget that he almost lost you.
He hasn't shown Niklaus. And he doesn't intend to.
Your steady breaths are the only thing keeping him sane. If not for those, he would be losing his mind, pacing around the room and wanting nothing more than to punish someone for his shortcomings.
You almost died.
You should have died.
The rhythm of your breath is disrupted by a long inhale. He looks at you, watching your eyelids flicker and your brows furrow. A tiny hum arises from your throat.
Elijah crushes the phone in his palm. It crumbles to the floor.
You open your eyes, immediately blinded by the daylight peaking through the curtains. He moves his chair a little closer, giving you a small smile.
“Hey,” he says. Not ‘hello’, not ‘good afternoon’, not some smart and quick-witted comment. Just ‘hey’.
You grumble your response. Your body is heavy but not nearly as painful as you should feel. The memories of the night before flood into you before you can even see properly, but you know something is off before you can even react to them. You shouldn't be able to move right now.
“How are you feeling?” he asks gently.
You sit up slowly, rising onto your elbows and staying there. “Like there's no longer a knife in my gut.”
“Technically, it missed your gut. The luck you have astounds me.”
You hum and look around. “Where's Klaus?”
He sits back again, but not in any comfortable way. “Trying to locate the witch who got away.”
You're not surprised, though you'd hoped he would be at your side when you awoke. “So the normal murder and mayhem thing?”
He hums. “The normal murder and mayhem thing.”
You got to sit up some more, stopping when you feel the ache in your body keeping you from doing so. You grunt. “Well,” you sigh, “that answered my question.”
A gentle hand presses against your completely bandaged arm. “Sit back,” he commands softly. “I've healed your deep wounds but everything else is still very much in recovery.”
You state the obvious as you sit back against the headboard, not looking at him. “You used your blood.”
“I did,” he says, unashamed. “I'm so sorry to have saved your life.”
You glance away from him. “Yeah…”
You look around the room, thinking silently. You're alive. You're in his room in the compound, tucked in his covers, secured in bandages that you're sure he did himself, and you're alive.
It's confusing.
He could have been rid of you, but he's here healing your wounds and watching over you while you rest. He could have let you die and say he came too late, said good riddance and left you be, but he's here making sure you recover. He could have just healed you and left. You would wake on your own and come to terms on your own with the fact that you are still breathing air.
He could have let you turn. He could have let you turn and left you to deal with the life of a vampire on your own, not ready and completely lost.
But he didn't.
It's confusing.
“Why are you still here, anyway?” you ask, turning to him with a furrowed brow. “I'm fine, you don't have to stay.”
He clenches his jaw, sitting back. “You were under my protection, and I let you get hurt.” His voice is soft, but it holds a gravity foreign to you on his lips. “It's my fault this happened. I'm making sure it doesn't happen again.”
So he feels guilty.
“Elijah, I know the only reason you saved me is because of me being Klaus’ friend or whatever,” you hide how much it hurts to say it out loud, “but you really don't have to stay behind and watch my every move anymore.” You swallow thickly, “You can get back to your life.”
He scoffs. “I did not only save you because of your relationship with my brother.” He seems almost offended. “Has it ever occurred to you that I actually care?”
You answer honestly.
“Not really. Once or twice on a maybe.” He nearly winces. It actually hurts him to hear you speak so truthfully about it. Had he really been so terrible to you?
You almost died, and you would have died thinking he despised you. The thought makes him cold.
“We aren't friends, I know,” you whisper.
There's a long silence. You don't look at him, but he can't look away from you.
“Do you remember what you told me?” His voice is gentle.
“When?”
“Before you passed out.”
You sigh, looking down at your hands as you brush your finger over the large band-aid going across the back of your palm. Yes, you remember. You remember how hard it was to say, you remember feeling your heart gushing in your chest, you remember the dizzying sight of his saddened face.
“I said…I didn't hate you.” You breathe in, looking at him. “And I don't.”
He shrugs, as if that answers all your questions. “Neither do I.”
That makes no sense. Now more than ever, you need something to make sense. You want him to give you a straight answer, you want your heart to stop pounding, you want your head to stop hurting, and you just want to tell him the truth, rather than the sarcasm-coated taunts you've had prepared for him for years.
“I don't get this,” you groan, resting your face in your hands and ignoring the pain blossoming from the bruises.
You look at him, dropping your hands in your lap. “From day one, you've been glaring daggers at me, threatening me, proving constantly that you want nothing to do with me and that my life to you is petty and needless.” His lips part, but he says nothing. “Now you're healing my wounds and saving my life and telling me you don't hate me.”
You're still so vulnerable from the night before, your emotions are still so raw from the fresh wounds you'd accumulated and the desperate confessions you'd revealed. Your eyes burn with tears, glowing easily with all that practice last night. And it only frustrates you, because you're tired of crying. You're tired of feeling so vulnerable, especially in front of him.
“Telling me,” you sniffle, wiping at your face roughly, groaning at the pain but doing nothing to stop it, “you actually care about me.” You're so tired.
He's hurt you again. He can't seem to stop hurting you.
He sits forward, clasping his hands in front of himself. “Do you want to know why I treated you as I did?”
“Yes,” you nod definitely. “Yes, I do. As much as I'd love to deny it I really wanna fucking know why you're playing with me like this.”
You want the truth. So he'll give it to you. It's the only thing he can really give to you.
“Because I'm a stupid man who is unable to articulate my feelings.” You go silent ad he stares at you, his gaze unyielding and yet so comforting in the way he watches you. You love his eyes, always watching, always on you, even when you both pretended they weren't.
He speaks softly but with a sincerity you feel pulling in your chest. “I haven't felt the way I have for anyone the way I feel for you in hundreds of years. Do you know what happened the last time I did?” You don't answer him, knowing the answer. Always knowing the answer to that question. The life of an immortal, a painful existence. His voice nearly broke with unshed tears. “She died. She was taken from me, and she died.”
He looks away from you, collecting himself once more with a steadying breath. Slowly, he makes himself look at you again. You stare at him, eyes wide and…fond. He was so afraid to find fear there, ever since he first saw it in your eyes yesterday, he's been terrified of finding your gaze to be a horrified stare.
But you gaze.
It gives him the courage to continue on. “I don't want to feel that way again. I don't want to lose like that again.” He almost lost you. “I did it to protect myself, and you. It's just my luck you stayed. My luck you let yourself fight me, too. Because with every petty insult, every little name, my love for you grew, and I hated it because I was trying so hard to hate you.”
Silence. Complete silence.
You stare at him, eyes wide, brows pinched. He watches you with all the emotion brimming in his chest, and you have to take a long moment to yourself to think clearly.
You look down at your hands, your bottom lip trembling. You take a slow breath in, suddenly remembering to breathe as you cast your eyes upon him once more.
“You love me?”
He sighs, nodding, reaching out slowly and taking your hand. His are large and warm, and you could sit there holding his hand forever.
“Yes,” he says. “Yes, I love you.” This can't be real, surely. “I love you, and I'm sorry.”
Your breath shakes. He's sorry.
“I'm sorry, too,” you whisper, your voice weak but just as determined to tell him the truth: the cold, naked, selfish truth. “Because if I ever had to live without you, Elijah, I think I'd die.” You swallow thickly. “I'd rather spend my whole life pretending to hate you than spend the rest of it without you.”
You shake your head, squeezing his hand. “I love you so much it hurts.” You hate that you're crying again, especially when he is not.
But then you watch a lonely tear slip down his cheek, and you start to feel a little better. He laughs, a startled thing that takes him by surprise as he looks down at your hands. A laugh of your own bubbles out of your chest, you're perfectly content to sit there, holding hands and laughing. God, you love him.
His thumb brushes the back of your palm. A watery chuckle escapes you as you shake your head and roll your eyes. You wipe your tears away, sick of crying and wanting to take the victory with a smile instead of tears.
“God forbid we handle our feelings like adults, though, right?”
He nods, flicking his own away. “God forbid.”
You lick your lip briefly. “Please come here and kiss me.”
He wastes no time in covering the distance between you, wrapping a hand carefully around the back of your neck as he cradles your head. He pulls you in to meet halfway, his lips pressing up against yours. It's a perfect kiss, a perfect fit. One you had certainly not imagined a million times between insults and remarks.
You love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you.
It feels so nice to finally tell the truth.
Because there are many things to love about Elijah Mikaelson, and there are many things to love about you. And you do. You love them through and through, finally finding solace in all the wrongs and not-quite-rights you'd lived with all these years.
“If we do this,” he says, pulling away from your lips but keeping his forehead pressed against yours, unable to pull apart from you after finally building that bridge, “your life will always be in danger.”
You smile. “Klaus Mikaelson is my best friend. My life is already in danger.” Your lips softly peck his own. “Might as well keep it up.”
A smile of his own tugs at his mouth and he pulls you in yet again, already so addicted to the taste of him. You love the way he loves you.
“Well, I suppose you're stuck with me now,” he sighs between kisses.
You chuckle lightly. You have no problem with that.
“Back at you.”
Klaus will have a field day when he finds out.
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Love doesn't expire (Reader x Elijah Mikaelson)
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Summary: Elijah and you get married in the 18th century. One day when you get hurt, your husband can't control himself, caving for blood. Rather fascinated by him, you aren't scared at all. Once your husband explains what he is, you ask him to turn you as well. Wanting to stay with him forever. Elijah does so, feeling guilty afterwards, making him leave you. In modern times you befriend Elena till one day you encounter your long lost husband once more. Demanding an explination from him. [ Happy birthday to you anon ask!]
Elijah watched as girls were holding hands, dancing in a circle. Spring was arriving so there was a celebration for the season. Amongst them a girl with flowers in her hairs. Her smile so radiant it captured Elijah to the bone. Unable to keep his gaze away from her. From you. You let go of the girl’s hands, spinning around breathless. Your eyes fell upon him, smiling whilst catching your breath.
A girl bumped into you, making you stumble forwards. Elijah rushed over as you had just stumbled a bit forwards. You took a hold of his wrist, smiling mischievous. Before Elijah could react, you pulled him with you into the circle of dancers around the big rooted tree. Grabbing him, you joined him in the dance.
Hopping around the tree with a constant smile on your lips. Elijah felt a bit shy at first, knowing his siblings were watching from somewhere. But soon his shyness faded away when he only had eyes for you. The village girl with flowers in her hair.
You gasped soft when Elijah pressed you against the wall in some alleyway. Smiling before he kissed your lips tenderly. Then forcefully. It was as instant as spring came. The love you were feeling for Elijah and the love he had for you. Not a month later, he introduced you to his siblings. Shared with them that you were going to get married. Niklaus was at first opposed to it. Telling Elijah it was wrong to love you. Rebekah had always been supportive.
Seeing the love you had for each other. Despite Niklaus’s interference, Elijah and you got married. It was a blissful day. You came to live with Elijah in the manor. His siblings lived in an estate nearby. Close, but not close enough to invade your private life. Life was good, life was wonderous with your husband. A husband who didn’t hold any secrets from you… or did he?
Elijah was working in the garden, unrooting a stomp. He paused for a moment, wiping some sweat of his forehead. From a distance he saw you, tending to the roses. He smiled seeing how gentle you were with them. You turned your head to look back at him. Raising your hand with a bubbly smile. Elijah blew you a kiss from afar. You pretended to catch it and pressing it close to your heart. Elijah returned to his work. Nearly having unrooted the stomp.
It stood in the way of the beautiful garden. Elijah grunted, easing in his strength to not draw suspicion to you. Then his eyes widened. The strong scent of blood filling his nostrils at it alerted his brain. He couldn’t help it, but the dark veins around his eyes started to show. Sharp fangs coming out, needing blood. It has been almost months since he last tasted human blood. Keeping his identity secret to you. He looked away, panting loud to supress his hunger.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw you were holding your finger. Most likely you had pricked yourself on one of the thorns. Elijah tore his gaze away, fighting the primal instinct inside of him. His head pounded with desperation for blood, making him press his hands against it.
Unable to control himself any longer, he went over to you. You looked up, noticing your husband suddenly close. – “Oh, Elijah.” – you said as he knelt down beside you, drawing your bleeding finger closer to him. – “It is but a small sting.” – you told him that it was truly nothing. He didn’t need to worry for a little prick. Elijah took in a deep breath, taking in the smell of your blood. – “Allow me.” – he responded bringing your finger closer to him. You smiled expecting him to wrap a handkerchief around it. Instead he brought your finger to his lips, sucking on the blood.
It made you furrow your brows, feeling his tongue brush over your finger. Elijah’s eyes darkened as he kept licking your bleeding finger. The blood wasn’t enough but it satisfied him. You reached out with your other hand to his cheek, touching the area just beneath his eyes. Fascinated by the dark veins. Your touch made Elijah pull away, suddenly aware of what he was doing.
He got up, rubbing his lips and strode off. – “Elijah?” – you said confused to why your husband was suddenly gone. Getting up, you went after him. You knew exactly where to find him. In the library. His hands firmly on the desk, his back turned towards the door. You knocked gently, entering.
“Elijah…” – you started not sure if he wanted you present. – “Go…go away Y/n.” – Elijah responded breathless. You ignored his warning, drawing nearer. Touching his shoulders, Elijah eased in. He slowly turned towards you, seeing those gentle eyes of yours. He couldn’t resist those eyes. He’d do anything for them.
You reached for his cheek again, seeing that the veins had disappeared. Elijah took your hand before it could touch him. – “Y/n please…” – he begged, not wanting you to saddle with his torment. – “Enlighten me.” – you asked. Elijah sighed not able to resist saying no to you.
He cupped your cheeks, explaining everything. Explaining to you that he was a vampire. Requiring blood. Once you understood, you offered him your wrist. Elijah stared confused at you. – “You need it to survive do you not?” – you asked as he nodded. – “I am offering it to you.”
Elijah gently took your wrist. You smiled with a soft nod, letting him know it was alright. You gazed wonderous at him when his fangs appeared. You quietly yelped when they bit through your flesh. The weird sensation it left on you, was unfamiliar and fascinating at once. Elijah grabbed you tighter to get his grip firmer on you. Seeing him feast on you was something that strangely didn’t bother you. Elijah let go, gasping loud. Blood dripping down your wrist as you stared at the wound on your wrist.
Elijah pulled out a handkerchief wrapping it around your wrist to stop the bleeding. – “Can… can you make me like you?” – you asked, catching Elijah by surprise. – “Why would you?” – he replied confused. – “Can we not be together forever than?” – you questioned. Elijah nodded. – “Don’t… don’t you love me enough for that? Am I just an insignificant small memory in your long life?” – you started to doubt yourself. Knowing he would love a dozen more girls after you.
Elijah held his other hand on the handkerchief around your wrist. – “You are not insignificant. Not even close.” – he answered with caring eyes. He kissed your knuckles, never taking his gaze off you. – “Then love me forever.” – you told him. Elijah let his knuckles brush against your cheek. He removed the handkerchief from your wrist, now stained with blood. Your wrist was still bleeding as Elijah took a bite in his own wrist.
He offered you his wrist. – “It will help it heal.” – he told you. You took his wrist, moving it to your mouth. It was strange tasting his blood in your mouth. You kept sucking it, drinking his blood till he pulled away. Looking down at your wrist, you saw the wound disappear. In wonder you stared at your healed wrist, letting your fingers brush over it. That night you prepared yourself for bed. Your words echoing in Elijah’s head. Then love me forever. He couldn’t shake them off. His love for you beyond describing. – “Elijah are you coming to bed?” – you called out from the other room.
Elijah closed his eyes before joining you in the bedroom. You paused, getting in bed. Sheet lifted up as one leg was already in. – “Is everything alright darling?” – you asked as he seemed a bit off. Distant. An impulsive thought crossed Elijah’s mind and he couldn’t shake it off. He rushed over to you, standing before you in a second. His hands around your neck as he turned it, snapping your neck in a split second.
Your body fell weightless as he caught your falling body before hitting the matrass. Looking down at your body, he came to a sense of what he had just done. Your colour fading. He carefully laid you down, hoping you would wake up again. Knowing he had to live with the consequences of his impulsive thoughts.
You awoke many hours later, feeling an emptiness in your stomach. Elijah knew what it was. The first hunger. He offered you his blood, before you could fully process what was happening. Knowing he had finalized the process of turning. The following weeks, Elijah had turned silent. Crawling back in his shell as he watched you. Watched you juggle your normal life with your new life. This wasn’t what he imagined. Not even close. One day after a decade, he vanished.
*
A car pulled over. You got out, slamming the door shut behind you. You had been touring the world for the past decades now and found yourself in a godforsaken town in need of gas. Mystic falls. Car broken down before you could reach a gas station, you had to walk. Taking out a flask from your trunk, you started the long walk in search for gas. For miles there was nothing but woods. Finally you reached a bit of town as it made you roll your eyes.
Great one of those towns that got stuck in the 1800’s. – “Now for gas, let’s hope you have it.” – you sighed out, doubting if a time stuck town like this even had a gas station. You neared a bar, deciding to head in and ask before you searched every corner of this town. The mystic grill. All heads turned when you entered. You ignored them, knowing they probably weren’t used to outsiders.
Heading straight for the bar. – “What can I get you?” – the boy behind the bar asked, cleaning his hands on a towel. You set the flask on the counter. – “I need gas, do you have a station around?” – you answered. – “Car broke down?” – he responded. It made you roll your eyes. – “Yes, now do you have gas?”
A girl came nearer as you noticed her. – “Not for a long drive. Where is your car at?” – she asked. You sighed soft. – “By the sign.” – you told her. She mouthed a wow. – “That was a long walk.” – she said making you hum in response. – “Well I can always give you a ride?” – she suggested. – “Elena.” – the bartender said with warning eyes. Elena ignored him. – “We’ll fill up there and I’ll bring you back to your car. How does that sound?” – she asked.
“Well that sounds awfully nice Elena.” – you responded. Elena got up taking her purse. – “I’m Y/n by the way.” – you told her. Elena led you to her car. You got in at the passengers seat. On the way to the gas station, Elena and you got talking. Sharing some interest as it felt nice to talk to someone. You had always been alone on your rides. It can be lonely from time to time with no one to talk to in the car.
Elena rode up to the gas station. You got out as you got your gas. Returning to her car, she drove to where your car was parked. You were filling up your car as Elena leaned against your car. – “Are you staying long or passing through?” – she asked. – “Passing through.” – you answered finishing.
“You know… it’s getting late… you should probably eat.” – Elena spoke making you quirk your eyebrow up. – “Is that an invitation to stay?” – you answered intrigued. – “Maybe.” – Elena responded shy. You laughed coming up to her. – “Are you cooking?” – you asked. – “Only for you.” – she chuckled in return. You got in your car, riding behind Elena to her house. A night, turned into a day, into three days, into almost a week now. A week now you got stuck at Mystic falls. Not leaving just yet. Elena and you had become great friends.
“I know this great place.” – Elena said pulling at your arm to get you to follow her. – “Let me guess another founding father thing?” – you teased her with. Elena shook her head. – “Something more modern.” – she laughed out. – “Now you are talking.” – you responded moving along with her. Elena had her arm locked around yours as you walked over the town square.
You saw a small café pulling Elena to a stop. – “Quick bathroom stop.” – you told her, running inside. Elena waited outside. – “Elena Gilbert.” – she suddenly heard. Elena’s eyes widened briefly till she narrowed them bothered. – “Elijah.” – she responded annoyed.
Elijah chuckled moving one hand in his pocket. – “Where’s your lousy brother?” – she asked looking around. Elijah smiled. – “My brother isn’t here so no need for you to be so tense.” – Elijah responded, sensing how tense her muscles were. – “Then what do you want.” – she called out. – “Can’t a man just say hello?” – he answered innocently. – “It’s never that innocent with you originals.” – Elena fired back.
“Elena I’m ready.” – you said getting out of the café. Coming to a sudden stop at the sight of Elijah. Elijah’s eyes widened, removing his hand from his pocket. Elena looked confused between the two of you. – “Y/n…” – Elijah breathed out. The shock in your eyes turned to anger. You rushed over to Elijah, grabbing him firm by his throat. – “Where have you been love?” – you told him bitsy. Elijah choked under your grip. – “Tell me how many years have it been? Decades? A hundred years?” – you called out.
Puffing annoyed afterwards. – “Y/n.” – Elijah grunted trying to catch his breath. You squeezed harder. – “Didn’t think you would see me again when you left me for dead!” – you spitted out pushing him off. Elijah stumbled to the ground, rolling over. He coughed loud, touching his neck.
“You know him?” – Elena asked. – “You mean my dear husband who vanished!” – you replied angered, wanting to have another go at him. Elijah held his hand out, slowly getting up. – “Y/n… please…” – Elijah started. You puffed mockingly, crossing your arms. – “Where the hell were you!” – you shouted. – “I waited days, weeks, years for you to come back. Wondering why you left me. Wondering what I had done wrong to be left alone like this. Tell me husband what did I say for you to pull the earth from around me and make me fall into a dark pit!” – All those years of anger, bubbling back up.
Elijah rushed over to you, grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “I… I…” – he started not coming out of his words. – “What!” – you snapped at him. – “I felt guilty!” – he yelled. – “I… I shouldn’t have turned you. I wanted you to live a normal life. I took that from you. I couldn’t bear the guilt. Constantly reminded of it when I saw you. It was eating me alive.” – he confessed.
He exhaled deep lowering his head a bit. – “I never stopped loving you Y/n. I just couldn’t stop blaming myself for what I did. I regretted leaving you for all those years. I came back to our house, but you weren’t there. It only made the guilt worse that I couldn’t find you anymore.”
You blinked softly, staring back at him with those gentle eyes he had missed for so long. It made Elijah exhale adoringly that he could see them again. You grabbed Elijah, pressing your lips onto him. Your anger vanished in a matter of seconds. Elena swallowed nervously, looking away at the heated kiss between Elijah and you. Lips desperately on one another.
Needing to fill that longing. Elena eventually cleared her throat as she thought you were going to eat each other with the way you were kissing each other. Elijah and you pulled away, panting. – “Plan on leaving me again in a decade?” – you asked teasingly. Elijah shook his head. – “You are stuck with me for always and forever.” – he responded.
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headcanons of elijah with an openly affectionate/touchy/flirty s/o? ,, bc you best believe i aint going to leave that man alone if i got my paws on him lmao
pairing: elijah x overly affectionate reader
warnings: PDA ❌, a lot of fluff ml, fem reader, mentions of blood & other vampire topics, SIMP ELIJAH xoxo, just a lot of affection and love and touching!!!
you can’t keep your hands yourself
i mean you could but why would you want to
ANYWAYY SORRU O LOVE MUSIC TOO MUCH ☹️☹️
elijah isn’t, or more accurately wasn’t a fan of pda
he didn’t judge people who were it just really was not his thing- whatsoever
BUTTTT when you, gorgeously perfect you, came into his life, his mindset on the subject changed!
you were a very affectionate person, someone who had no problem smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss on his cheek in public just to show he was urs
someone who would unabashedly sit on his lap in public so you could be closer to him
someone who would outwardly express your affection towards him in public at any given time
and he was shockingly enamoured by this
the ‘i love you’ often paired with a ridiculous nickname and prolonged cheek kiss before you skipped further ahead than him and left him to catch up— had him feeling tingly all over
the way you would take a seat and cozy up on his lap, not mattering where you were, made him feel a sense of unexpected giddiness and love for you.
your hugs made his heart explode!!!
the way you would run your hands through his combed, soft hair to relive his stress made him melt entirely
klaus thought it was disgusting — as he made clear with his eye rolls and snarky comments, tho he always hid a small smile of happiness for his older brother
rebekah thought it was absolutely, if not sickeningly adorable. she’d already planned your wedding for the both of you
kol really didn’t care
freya was just extremely happy for her younger brother, seeing the constant smile on his face around you
one of your favourite things to do was to sit in his lap and lean back with your head on his shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around your waist
ORRRRRRR when he would press gentle kisses to every patch of skin on your face, kissing your lips last: claiming every part of yur perfect face deserved a kiss!
after you both had participated in and obviously won amy fights with supernatural creature which (not so) shockingly happened frequently —
you would always take the handkerchief from his suit pocket and clean away the blood and he’d thank you with a loving kiss to your hand
you’re very very vocal with your love for him and just how attractive you find him
klaus is traumatised.
but elijah eats up every second of it with a shy blush on his cheeks every time
you like to at least have one part of your bodies touching at all times
it makes you feel safe and happy and elijah absolutely love it— he absolutely loves you
when you sit together, if you’re not on his lap his hand is on your thigh, caressing the soft skin comfortingly
he likes having an arm around your waist, that way he can pull you into him in the case of any threats but he likes it bc he can trace pattern on your skin to distract himself
just being overly cute in the streets of new orleans
it’s safe to say most of the human population love your relationship from what they see around the city
all in all— you two are the sweetest couple and even onlookers can see that easily 💓💖💘💕
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Sleepy Girl
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pairing: elijah mikaelson x female reader
warnings: just fluff
summary: elijah reads to you in the evening and you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder
a/n: short but i hope you enjoy !
song: the french library - franz gordon
There was a thunderstorm outside, usually you would be doing something out of the house, but this weather prevented you from doing so.
It's spring and the flowers are almost fully grown, but currently you couldn’t see much of natures beauty.
It was dark and the rain was falling down heavy.
You and Elijah were sat on your bed, he was your best friend. Although his siblings seem to think you both have feelings for each other. They have not given up on that idea even if you both deny it every day.
His hand was resting on your waist, and he was reading one of your favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. The only source of light was the small lamp on the nightstand.
Him reading to you was your favorite thing. His voice was so soothing and his accent was incredibly delightful to hear.
His hand lifts from your waist and went to stroke your hair. He adored playing with your hair, he braided it a lot.
You felt your eyes getting heaving, the sound of the rain, his voice, and him playing with your hair caused you to start to drift asleep.
You leave your head against his shoulder and snuggled into his side. A smile pulled at his lips and he glances down at you. You look so peaceful, he thought to himself.
A short while later, you were listening to his reading until you fell into a calm slumber against him.
He hears your heart at a slow and steady pace and your light breathing. He looks at you and kisses your forehead.
He puts the book down and turns the lamp off. He closes his eyes, and finds himself falling asleep as well.
His siblings downstairs heard him stop reading and tiptoed upstairs to peak in the room.
Kol, Klaus, and Bekah’s heads were sideways as they took the in scene in front of them. Elijah was sound asleep with his head on yours, which was resting against him. One arm around the back of you and on resting on top of your stomach.
They quickly head back down stairs and start giggling about how cute you both are together.
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Elijah Mikealson x reader - just one person
Hi! Do you still write for Elijah mikaelson? If so could you write a fic where the reader is a newly turned vampire who can't control their bloodlust and was friends with Elena but after the reader was turned the Scooby Doo gang all kind of ignored her? So Elijah finds them and learns them how to control their bloodlust? With a fluffy ending please 💜 - Anon💜
Sitting on the floor of your room, you buried your head in your arms, hands clutching at your hair, jaw clenched tightly as you tried to fight the feeling inside of you.
You hated it, and if you left your apartment you knew you would act on the bloodlust, you didn’t want to hurt anybody, at least inside with the door locked, your room locked you could stay inside.
You reached for you phone, dialling the first number you saw you waited for a response but you never got one.
It went to voicemail and you threw the phone across the room, shattering it.
They were supposed to be your friends and help you, they were supposed to be showing you what to do, at least Damon and Stefan were, they understood.
Getting up, you threw your room door open, breaking it, and you stood, running a hand down your face, and made your way to the front door, opening it a bit more carefully.
Making your way down the stairs you had to stop, balling your hands into fists, nails digging into your skin causing you to bleed a little.
You were going to find them, you were beyond angry, and hurt, and you wanted to make them hurt the same way you did.
As you were walking, you got sidetracked and found yourself holding someone against a wall, they were unconscious and you felt the hunger growing.
“Now, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to do that.”
You spun around, dropping your victim and you swung your fist only for it to be caught mid air.
Elijah smiled at you, lowering your hand back to your side and he let go.
“This is not the path that you want to be going down (Y/N). I know you’ll beat yourself up over it, and it won’t make it any easier trying to adjust to being a vampire.”
“I can’t help it.. I just… I’m so hungry..”
He offered you a gentle smile.
“I know. I understand quite well what it was like to be a new vampire, that hunger. The fact that you’ve been this way for nearly two weeks and you’ve locked yourself away without feeding is only making it worse.”
“Take it away Elijah.. I just.. kill me if you have to.”
He shook his head.
“No, I can’t do that. Not to you. However, if you allow me, I can help you learn to control this bloodlust that you are feeling, I can show you how we are able to live among humans.”
Elijah reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a blood bag and he held it out to you which you immediately took to down the contents.
It was a relief to your system to get something inside of it, and you felt some of the bloodlust subside a little bit.
When you were done you looked at him, and he offered you the handkerchief from his pocket so you could wipe your mouth and you put it in your pocket after.
“Come with me, allow me to help you so you won’t hurt somebody.”
You looked at the person who was starting to regain consciousness.
“I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Everything is going to be alright (Y/N).”
You nodded, waiting for Elijah to compel the person into forgetting what had just happened, and he guided you away from the empty street.
He took you back to your apartment and you invited him inside, letting him close the front door as you laid down on the couch.
“I see you have some issues regarding your strength as well.” He chuckled slightly.
“I hate it…”
“It just takes some time to get used to it is all, and a guiding hand to show you along the way.”
Elijah picked up the door, setting it against the wall, inspecting the frame to see if it was still able to hold the door or not.
“Yeah, because people have been doing a great job at that.” You scoffed.
“Your friends have not been helping you?” He asked.
“Apparently they don’t give a shit about what happens with me. I’ve tried calling, texting, even tried sending an email, nothing. They won’t help me get a daylight ring, they won’t do shit.”
You rolled over, facing the back of the couch and you closed your eyes.
“I guess I was stupid to think they’d help… maybe I can find someone to stake me. Least I wouldn’t have to put up with this crap.”
“Absolutely not.”
Elijah turned around to look at you.
“(Y/N), I know what this feels like. How lost you feel, hopeless in fact, as if you have nobody.”
“You got your brother. Your sister.”
“Perhaps, yes. Though I haven’t always had them, believe me I do understand what it is like to be lonely, you can’t live for as long as I have and not understand the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of hopelessness and not being able to have a normal life.”
You didn’t say anything.
“Why did you agree to follow me if you are not going to trust me?”
“I don’t know…”
“(Y/N), I may not be able to hear your heart anymore, but I still know when you are lying to me, you have a tell.”
You rolled over, opening your eyes so you could look at him and you offered him what he could only guess was a shrug.
“You’re the first person to actually speak to me since I turned…”
Elijah walked over, crouching down in front of you and he frowned a little bit.
“If you were going to kill me I guess you probably would’ve by now… I know everybody hates you and all but it’s just nice somebody notices me…”
“You know I’m not all that bad (Y/N), perhaps I have done some bad things yes, I will not deny that. But I will not leave you here to struggle. I can offer you the help you need if you would let me.”
You studied him for a minute.
You knew he was right, it was either let him help you control and learn how to be a vampire or lose control and hurt somebody.
You nodded your head and he smiled.
“Pack a few bags, I will take you away from the town, away from people so you won’t have to worry about hurting anybody.”
So, that’s what you did.
You packed a bag and you left Mystic Falls with him, going somewhere quite so he could teach you how to control your bloodlust and learn to be a vampire.
It was hard, and most of the time Elijah had to start from the beginning but he never once lost his patience.
He had gotten you a daylight ring, and it’s how he was able to find you so easily, because you liked sitting in the sun.
You had missed how warm it was, and the way it felt to just sit there enjoying the peace. 
You were sat on the gravel road, leaning against his car, tossing small pebbles down the drive.
Elijah walked over, sitting next to you.
“You’re doing well.”
“I’m not, I’m doing shit.”
“Considering how hard you’ve found it, you have made a huge improvement, don’t knock yourself down for a small set back.”
“Elijah I threw you through a window, that’s not a small set back, that was pure rage because you wouldn’t let me eat.”
“I’ve been throw through worse believe me, I know you never meant it.”
You didn’t say anything and he rested his head on the car, watching as you threw another small pebble down the drive.
“Will it ever be the same?”
“No.”
You nodded your head.
Placing your hand on the ground you moved around, laying down, you rested your head on his leg, and looked up at him.
Elijah smiled down at you, placing his hand on your forehead.
“That does not mean you can’t adjust.”
You shrugged a little.
“Maybe some things just aren’t meant to be, you know?”
“Perhaps not, and I am terribly sorry for you having to become like us. Though, I can’t say I am all that disappointed about it because I’m not.”
You furrowed your brows a little bit.
“You were dying, you had been attacked, so you remember?”
“Yeah, by a werewolf I think. I think it may have been Tyler but I’m not sure.”
“Yes, well, Damon and Stefan weren’t willing to turn you, so I did. Because you did not deserve that kind of death. If this makes you angry with me I understand, and I do mean it when I say I am sorry.”
You just stared up at him.
“You turned me?”
He nodded his head.
“It’s why I wanted to help you, because I couldn’t just leave you like this and not take responsibility for what I had done.”
“Why did you do it?”
He smiled softly at you.
“Because it was you, I couldn’t let you go in such a way.”
“That’s so corny Elijah.”
He chuckled a little bit.
“Perhaps, but it’s true. They were willing to just let you die like that, not even attempt to ease your pain.”
“Shit friends.”
He hummed, nodding his head.
You closed your eyes, placing your hand on his arm.
You didn’t need sleep, but you still felt tired all of the time, so sometimes you would take quick naps and Elijah just stayed there with you.
He didn’t move, he let you fall asleep there in the sun.
He took responsibility for you being a vampire, but he wasnt going to leave you alone he was going to keep helping you no matter how long it took.
What Elijah wasn’t telling you is that your friends had tried to get in contact with you since you left, but he never passed along any of the messages.
He didn’t want you to be angry or stressed, it wasn’t what you needed right now.
Right now you needed to be relaxed and calm, and you needed someone by your side the whole way to show you the ropes, and he was that person, he was going to keep guiding you down the right path so you didn’t turn up like some of the others.
You were sweet and kind, he didn’t want you to loose that sense of yourself.
He rested his head back, closing his eyes as well.
“Hey Elijah?” You mumbled.
He opened his eyes, looking down at you.
“Yes?”
You smiled a little.
“Thank you…”
“For what?”
You rolled on to your side, grabbing his arm to put over your shoulder, resting your head on his knee.
“Everything…”
He smiled at you, patting your shoulder a few times.
He didn’t know if you had fully processed what he had told you, he was the reason you were a vampire, but for now he’d take the small win, and face the rage if it came later
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Warmth
18+ ---- {Masterlist}
This is just a smutty little thing about being in an arraigned marriage to a certain original vampire. This is the first thing I've ever posted so please be nice :)
{Part Two} {Part Three}
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5k words - No warnings other than smut and mentions of a shitty family.
It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."
Part One
You delicately picked at your freshly-manicured nails, your heart pounding in your chest as his sister's circled you, their hands adjusting your dress, hair, and veil.
"Is he a good man?" you whispered nervously, feeling one of them gently pull on your dress, making the low cut of the back align perfectly with your body.
Rebekah gave you a kind smile, applying a touch more blush to your cheeks with a makeup brush. "Yes, dear. He's a good man," she replied.
"He's the best of us, you have nothing to fear," Freya chimed in, taking your hand in a reassuring gesture.
You let out a long sigh as they placed the veil over your head, their satisfied smiles providing some comfort. "You look perfect," Rebekah said, offering a sweet smile. "Welcome to the family."
Walking down the aisle felt like a surreal dream, your heart racing, and time behaving strangely, as if you'd indulged in a bit too much wine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you laid eyes on the groom. At least he's handsome, you thought. But fear still gripped your heart; marrying a vampire was one thing, but becoming a part of the family of the most deadly vampires was a whole new level.
Standing across from him, you barely registered the officiant's words as they initiated the ceremony. Up close, he was even more striking with warm brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a physique that complemented his looks. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, a reminder that he hadn't desired this union any more than you did.
The vows were recited, their words escaping your consciousness as you mechanically repeated them. He lifted your veil and with a chaste peck on your lips, the marriage was sealed.
At the reception, your new husband mingled with the guests, sealing packs and making deals, laying bare the true intention behind your marriage. You observed his brother taking the stage, silencing the band.
"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I have a special gift for the bride and groom. Since they didn't really have a honeymoon planned, I took it upon myself to help them out. Outside, they'll find a car ready to take them on the adventure of a lifetime," Klaus announced, giving his brother a wicked smile, clapping him on the back in a way that seemed almost malicious. "To the bride and groom!" he cheered, raising his glass in your direction.
All eyes were on you as your husband led you to the car. You didn't recognize a single face in the crowd, but you hadn't expected to. The people who had sold you had gotten what they wanted, and this arrangement was a win-win for them.
You settled into the back seat of the car, the leather sticking to your bare back. You adjusted your white silk dress nervously, and he sat down beside you, his jaw and fists clenched, the tension palpable. You drove in silence for a while, stealing glances at your new husband, his expression stern and unreadable.
Wanting to break the silence, you considered a joke or maybe a compliment about his looks, but instead opted for the safest option. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," you said quietly, extending your hand.
He chuckled slightly, and you appreciated his handsome smile as he took your hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Hello, I'm Elijah," he replied.
You exchanged smiles, and the tension in the car began to dissipate. The street lights reflected in his eyes as the car headed toward an unknown destination.
"Do you know where we are going?" you asked.
"The airport," he responded, gazing out the window with a hint of bitterness.
"Not a fan of flying?" you inquired, trying to discern Elijah's emotions.
"No, it's not that," he sighed softly and placed his hand on yours. "I'm sorry this happened to you. When I began negotiating an alliance with your faction, I didn't know they would require a marriage, I agreed to it for peace." he explained.
You shrugged, attempting to suppress the emotions swirling within you. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a while," you confessed.
Before he could inquire further, you arrived at the airport. A private plane awaited you, and you crossed the windy tarmac in your wedding dress, Elijah shielding you from the chill. You hoped someone had remembered to pack you a change of clothes.
Seated in the plane, the gentle hum of the engines made you instantly drowsy. You reached for a glass of champagne, quickly downing it before pouring another.
Elijah took a seat beside you, selecting a book from a pile on the table. He watched you consume your second glass, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he inquired.
"No," you admitted, shifting in your seat and closing your eyes.
"Don't like flying?" he teased.
"Hilarious," you replied sarcastically, before turning in your seat, surrendering to sleep before the plane had even taken off.
You awoke to the sound of the arrival announcement. You noticed a warm blanket on you and realized your head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. He smelled faintly of alcohol and nice cologne, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the sudden intimacy with a stranger, although you supposed he wasn't one anymore.
"Apparently, we're in Canada," he informed you in a soft tone, offering a gentle smile.
"What?" you replied, lifting your head from his shoulder and peering out the window to see nothing but white.
"I suppose my brother's adventure for us involves some cold," he remarked.
The plane touched down, and the pilot's announcement revealed a bone-chilling temperature of -20°C. Panic set in as you realized your thin dress offered no defense against the frigid cold.
"I don't suppose you happen to have a winter coat?" you asked, your tone flat with a hint of desperation.
Elijah calmly removed his suit jacket and handed it to you, offering a warm smile. As he stood in just his dress shirt, concern flashed in your eyes. "It's alright; vampires don't get cold," he reassured you. "Besides, I'll get us to the car quickly.”
He was being humble when he said 'quickly.' He wrapped his arms around you, and in a literal instant, you found yourselves in the warmth of the waiting car, with Elijah in the driver's seat, studying his phone with a furrowed brow.
"It seems our destination is a cottage up a mountain," he said, clearly displeased as he reviewed the itinerary on his phone.
"Not a fan of snow?" you chuckled.
"I'm not a fan of my brother playing games," he replied as he pulled out of the airport.
The drive up the mountain was a strange mix of anticipation and discomfort. The grandeur of nature unfolding around you offered a stark contrast to the peculiar circumstances that had brought you together. You gazed out of the car window, lost in your thoughts.
After a while, it was Elijah who dared to break the silence, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity. "You mentioned your family wanted to get rid of you. Why?" he asked, his eyes shifting briefly from the winding road to you.
Your gaze remained focused on the passing landscape, a mixture of mountain vistas and dense forests. "I wouldn't call them family," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your tone. "They weren't my blood, and they certainly didn't treat me as such. They wanted to get rid of me because I was no longer of value."
Elijah furrowed his brow, seeking to understand. "No longer of value?" he inquired, his voice gentle.
With a deep breath, you began to unravel the unfortunate chapter of your life. "With the human faction, marriage pacts are common. After I lost my parents, they took me in, providing for my clothing, food, and education, with the understanding that, in return, I'd remain pure until they could marry me off," you paused, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment, searching for any hint of judgment. "I didn't remain pure,"
He listened attentively, his warm smile putting you at ease. "Well, you will fit in with my family just fine," he said with a sweet smile. "Purity isn't our thing either. You're free from all that now."
You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at the irony of the situation. "Out of the frying pan…" you mumbled, a sense of resignation in your words. "I know all about your family. I don't think this will end well for me."
The falling snow whipped past the car windows, obscuring any view beyond. You arrived at the cottage, and you sucked in the cold air as Elijah whisked you inside. He disappeared momentarily before returning with your bags. You sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It was more of a chalet than a cottage, and you couldn't help but shiver in the chilly interior. Elijah noticed.
"I'll gather some firewood," he said, heading outside.
You got up and explored the place, finding some whiskey and taking swigs straight from the bottle as you wandered. Your attention was captured by a sizable record collection, and you began to browse. You found a record you liked and started playing it, swaying to the music in an attempt to warm up.
Elijah returned inside, his arms laden with firewood, determined to make your cold sanctuary warm and cozy. His eyes softened as he noticed your shivering form.
"I'll get a fire going," he said, his voice gentle. He quickly set about arranging the logs, expertly lighting them, transforming the room with the comforting glow and crackle of the flames.
Taking your icy hands in his, he remarked, "Your hands are freezing." He brought you closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin. You couldn't help but be captivated by his kindness and the concern in his eyes.
"You need to warm up," he insisted, his voice a soothing melody.
“You are nicer than I was expecting,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
“I know my family's reputation is not great, but you are a part of it now. I want you to know I will always protect you,” he said softly, his words sincere and reassuring.
You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and genuine care. "I believe you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled you in and held you close, trying to warm you up; you found yourself drawn to him, his charm and sweetness melting your reservations. In that moment, overwhelmed by his kindness, you leaned in and kissed him softly.
When you pulled away, his expression was both surprised and understanding. "You don't have to do that," he said, his tone gentle. "You're not obligated to do anything with me just because of our situation."
His words filled you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Here was a man, a vampire, who respected your boundaries, a stark contrast to the people who had controlled your life before.
Elijah guided you to the soft rug in front of the crackling fire, arranging the blankets around you to ensure you stayed warm. The bottle of whiskey sat between you, its amber contents promising warmth from the inside out. You extended the bottle to him, a silent invitation to share in the fleeting comfort of alcohol.
You both drank in companionable silence, the warmth from the fire seeping into your bones, the whiskey adding a pleasant haze to the room. As the evening wore on, conversation flowed more freely, and the barriers between you began to dissolve with every shared story and laugh.
Elijah stood and helped you up, his hand finding its way to your waist, and before you knew it, he was leading you in a slow dance, his movements graceful and confident. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, swaying to the music.
"What is this song?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.
"It's called bitter sweet symphony,'' you replied, your eyes meeting his. "It's one of my favorites."
He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on yours. "I like the strings, the whole thing is very melancholic," he observed.
You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder. "I find it beautiful. It's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, don't you think? Even in the face of adversity, we keep going."
He regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Something you have a lot of experience in, I gather," he said, his tone appreciative.
"I wouldn't say I'm resilient," you responded modestly, the music guiding your movements. "More like adaptable. Life throws curveballs, and you either adapt or get swept away."
He pulled you closer, the dance now a slow, intimate sway. "Indeed, life has a way of testing us. But it also brings unexpected joys."
The dance continued, a silent conversation unfolding between you, transcending words. As the music wove its spell, you felt a vulnerability and connection with Elijah that surpassed the constraints of your forced union. The walls you had built around yourself began to crumble, and you found solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.
A soft smile played on your lips. “You're not the monster they make you out to be," you replied, your words carrying a newfound trust.
Feeling an unspoken longing between you, you reached out, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his jawline, your touch conveying what words couldn't express. His eyes, dark and intense, met yours with understanding, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a spark, setting the room ablaze with desire.
His response to your kiss was a slow, seductive smile that went straight to your core. He gently slid a hand around the back of your neck, his fingers winding in your hair. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
You nodded, your own desire mirrored in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.
With a sudden surge of intensity, he lifted you effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carried you to the nearby sofa. The room seemed to come alive, dancing with shifting shadows painted by the flickering firelight. He gently set you down on the plush sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You are truly exquisite," he murmured softly, as he carefully peeled your wedding dress away, letting it cascade onto the floor like a waterfall of silk and lace.
"I-I think you're beautiful too," you stammered, your words catching in your throat, feeling the chill creep back in after losing the warmth of your dress. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly, and began to unbutton his shirt.
His smile remained warm and affectionate as he took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss upon them. With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, and pressed his skin to yours in a tender embrace, an effort to restore the warmth that had been lost. He shifted you so you lay side by side, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hip, the other hand gently cupping your neck as he kissed you softly.
You lingered there for a while as his hands explored the curves of your body. Your own hands ventured, touching his toned chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath your fingertips.
His lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down your neck, each one a tender declaration of affection. His gentle gestures made you blush, the heat of your cheeks contrasting with the cool air in the room. You couldn't help but giggle from the sheer sweetness of his actions.
His hand glided down between you, his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge of your white lace panties. A soft moan escaped your lips, a rush of heat pooling between your legs as his hand ventured beneath the fabric. He began to slowly circle your clit, the hand that rested on your neck pushed your head forward, his lips capturing yours in another gentle kiss.
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, their casual dips down to your opening making you moan softly into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, driving you closer to climax with each subtle movement.
“You make such lovely sounds,” he hummed against your lips, then he dipped a finger inside you.
You let out a low, desperate whine, your hips instinctively rocking into his hand. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath, your voice barely audible, your fingers clutching at his neck as he continued to work his magic with his skillful hand.
He smiled, clearly savoring the way you were unraveling under his touch. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving you achingly empty for a moment before repositioning you. Suddenly, you found yourself underneath him, your back pressed into the softness of the sofa, desire reflected in his eyes.
He began trailing soft kisses and teasing bites down your body, each touch sending electric pulses of need through you.
With slow, deliberate movements, he removed your panties, the fabric sliding off with a tantalizing intimacy that sent your heart racing. He pushed your thighs up, his fingers briefly teasing your clit before he leaned in, his hot breath against your skin.
Then, with an agonizing slowness that made your breath catch, he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way to your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, his expertise evident in every flick and swirl, each touch bringing you closer to your peak.
You ran a trembling hand through his hair, your fingers gripping the strands as you surrendered to his tongue. Your hips moved in a desperate rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation he was providing.
His hands pressed into your thighs with firm, possessive intent, holding you in place, stilling your movements. With each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, you felt the tension rising within you, like a coiled spring ready to release.
You couldn't hold back any longer, and your body convulsed as the waves of pleasure overtook you. It was a moment of pure bliss, your cries echoing in the room, as your fingers tangled in his hair. He didn't falter in his attentions, riding you through the aftershocks of your climax.
Your body was still pulsating with the aftermath of the first orgasm, yet he skillfully coaxed another wave of pleasure from within you. He pushed two fingers inside you, finding that perfect spot, and your moans grew louder, filling the room.
"My pretty little wife," he murmured in a seductive whisper. The rhythm of his fingers and his tongue on your overly-sensitive clit created a delicious combination.
You squeezed your eyes shut, completely overtaken by the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. The second orgasm began to build, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. His deep hum against you made you squirm, your legs shaking as you moaned.
His hand shifted from your thigh, splaying across your lower stomach with just the right amount of pressure to hold you down, halting your movements completely. His control heightened the intensity of the moment, trapping you in a delicious blend of pleasure and surrender.
You came apart a second time on his tongue, your body writhing with pleasure as you looked down at his handsome face, his lips glistening with your wetness.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, your voice barely audible, your eyes locking onto his. He made his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Cupping his face with your hands, you traced the lines of his jaw affectionately as your lips moved in a heated dance, the taste of your shared desire lingering between you.
You pulled off your bra, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat that radiated between you. His eyes were glued to your every move, filled with desire as you exposed yourself to him. His gaze slowly traced over the curves of your body with a look of admiration and hunger.
He positioned your legs around his hips, and you could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. You reached down to unzip him, but he caught your wrists with a swift yet gentle motion, pinning them above your head with a possessive grip, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, intense gaze.
“Stay just like this,” he said firmly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back, his eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants, the room filled with a charged anticipation that crackled in the air between you.
He leaned in closer, his handsome form fully on display, the intensity in his eyes growing as he gazed down at you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building between you. His cock brushed against your clit, a tantalizing tease that made you let out a soft, desperate moan.
Unable to resist the urge to touch him, you lowered your hands to feel him. He let out a quiet "tsk" and shook his head gently, guiding your hands back above your head. His lips curved into a soft smile, as he held you in place, his dominance making your heart race.
His eyes bore into yours with a gentle intensity as placed a pillow under your hips and positioned himself. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he guided himself slowly inside you, filling you inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and rocking his hips gently. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke, creating a delicious friction that made your toes curl.
He let go of your wrists and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and your breaths became shallow as you clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin.
He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, a rhythm that kept you on the precipice of release. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions before your eyes fluttered closed and your brows arched in pleasure. His hot breath danced on your skin as he whispered soft encouraging words, his lips trailing up your neck, nibbling your ear. Each touch, each whisper, pushed you closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through every fiber of your being.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made your breath catch in your throat.
"I... I want," you stammered, your voice shaky with desire, your hands clutching at his chest.
"What?" he teased, slowing his pace even more, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, savoring the exquisite torture he was subjecting you to. "You have to tell me," he insisted, his words laced with a playful yet commanding tone.
"More, please," you begged. He took your hands from his chest and pinned your wrists above your head again, your body aching for more of his touch.
"Like this?" he asked, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, each one hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you gasp in pleasure.
"Y-yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your legs trembling beneath him as the pleasure intensified, pushing you closer to the edge of climax.
He leaned back, and his eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile forming on his face as he enjoyed the flush of your cheeks in response to his actions. With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over your clit, feeling the immediate response of your body, tightening around him in pleasure. A low hum of approval escaped his lips as he continued to graze your clit, attuning himself to your body's responses.
The room was filled with the intoxicating sounds of your bodies colliding, mingled with soft moans and the crackling of the fire. Elijah's gaze darkened as the pace of his thrusts gradually increased, the desire between you igniting the air. He released your pinned wrists, his hands guiding your thighs up around your waist, spreading them wide, pushing his cock even deeper.
His thrusts grew more urgent, a relentless rhythm that was hard and passionate. Your body tensed, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as you came completely undone, your head falling back, and your back arching as you moaned his name.
"That's it, beautiful wife," he said softly, his voice strained as his own peak approached.
His own climax surged through him, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over you both. He let out a low groan as his body relaxed. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth melding with yours in a heated exchange. The room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your shared pleasure, the fire casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.
"You are perfect," he whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a sitting position in his lap. You were still breathless, placing your hands on his chest as you looked into his dark eyes.
"This is not how I pictured this night going," you said softly, a contented smile playing on your lips.
"How did you picture it?" He asked gently, his fingers tracing down your spine as he spoke.
You took a deep breath, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest as you gathered the courage to speak your truth. "I thought you might kill me," you confessed, your voice barely audible, carrying the weight of your fears. "I have this fear of vampires. They killed my parents, and I've been haunted by that memory ever since."
Elijah's eyes softened with understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I am truly sorry for the pain you've endured," he said, his voice laced with genuine empathy. "You're incredibly brave for facing your fears and allowing yourself to trust me."
You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as you continued. "My adoptive parents married me off to you as punishment, not expecting any kindness from you. But you've shown me a side of vampires I never knew existed. I didn't expect this... warmth, this understanding."
Elijah's hand cupped your face with a gentle reassurance. "I take my vows seriously," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are my wife now, and I will protect and care for you always."
In that moment, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes filled you with hope, erasing some of the lingering pain and fear.
With a single, elegant motion, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he guided both of you into the shower. The hot water cascaded over you, cleansing your bodies of the remnants of passion and desire. He gently pressed you against the cool, slick tile, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands asserted a possessive grip on your waist, drawing your body in close to his.
You pulled back, your breath momentarily catching in your throat as his affectionate touch lingered. The hot water continued to flow over your relaxed bodies. "You know," you confessed, "I think I might actually really like you."
He grinned bashfully, his eyes filled with adoration, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his desire reignited by your proximity.
You pushed lightly on his chest, moving both of you around so his back was against the tile, the warm water streaming down from above his head. You pressed your lips against his neck, then trailed kisses down his shoulder and chest.
Your hands glided over his damp skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you moved downward, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His breath hitched when you reached his abdomen, and you glanced up, locking eyes with him before continuing your descent.
You took his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and heat in your palm. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip before trailing your tongue along his length, savoring the salty taste of his desire. His hand threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
You closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. The water cascading around both of you seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, amplifying every sensation. His fingers tugged on your hair, his touch both commanding and gentle, guiding your pace.
His hips moved in response, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, taking him deeper. His groans filled the steamy air, your lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink, his breaths turning shallow and erratic. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you reveled in the power of making a man like him come undone.
You gazed up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, giving him your most innocent expression as you intensified your movements. You pushed your head further down, burying your face into his pelvis, and with a deep groan, he found release down your throat.
Elijah leaned against the tiled shower wall, catching his breath, a satiated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with admiration. You, on the other hand, wore a confident smirk, the satisfaction of pleasuring him evident in your eyes.
Elijah placed a gentle kiss on your lips as you stood together under the warm cascade of water, both of you still savoring the shared moment of passion. He then guided you out of the shower, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders before drying himself off.
As you both made your way to the bedroom, the soft hum of the bathroom fan in the background, he looked at you with affection. "You're quite extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
"Why? Was that your first blowjob?" You teased, giving him a sweet smile.
He let out a little chuckle, his laughter filled with warmth. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and you both got underneath them. You gladly snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you wanted to be.
{Part Two} {Part Three}
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Some Respect On It | E.M.
Summary: Diego teases you about Elijah for the last time. 18+.
Author's Note: For my Elijah girlies. Thanks for being so patient.
Voices could be heard from the hallway outside of Elijah's room. The vampire stopped toying with you momentarily. A disappointing whine spilled from your lips. You ignored the voices until you could hear them. One of those voices belong to your ex, Diego. A devilish grin appeared on Elijah's face.
You slowly sat up from the bed to get dressed. There was already enough animosity from the two men. You didn't want more problems between them.
"Where are you going?" He asked while narrowing his eyes as if to search for an answer on your face. "I do believe we should show young Diego just what a thousand year old vampire can still do,"
Butterflies erupted in your stomach. He couldn't possibly mean what you thought he meant. Your core ached at the thought of what he was planning on doing to you. His eyes darkened and your mouth watered. You were in for it now.
"Elijah?"
"Don't you want him to stop commenting on our relationship?" He questioned. You nodded giving him consent to act on all the dirty thoughts in his mind.
His lips peppered your body with kisses until reaching between your legs. He grabbed the bottom of your underwear and pulled dangerously slow. You wiggled your hips to aid his quest
Your eyes were locked on his as you watched him carefully. Within moments, he was buried deep inside of you. The skilled vampire worked his magic going above and beyond to extract moans from you.
You tried to keep quiet at first. Your hand tried to muffle the moans and whimpers being ripped from your body. Everything was going well until his thumb found your clit. The bundle of nerves rejoiced the feeling. Soon you abandoned all hope to keep quiet and Elijah's plan came to action.
Diego's voice was the first to stop as he listened. The familiar sounds of his ex-girlfriend being pleasured coming from her current boyfriend's room. You gripped the sheets under you tightly. He placed your legs above his shoulder for a better angle.
"Right there, Elijah, please," you whined louder than you intended. He loved hearing you beg knowing he was doing everything he can for you. Forever and always.
"Who makes you feel this good?" He asked you between raspy breaths. The bed banged against the wall. Continuous loud thuds could be heard throughout the hallway and room.
"Y-you," you stuttered. Tears rolled down the side of your face. He moved your legs to get a better look each time he impaled you. A sight he would never grow tired of seeing. The way you took him so perfectly.
"I wish you could see how beautiful you look while I unravel you. You were made for only me," he assured her. You nodded unsure if you could even speak right now. Elijah was always sure to please in bed but now he was making a point to ruin you. The voices in the hallway stopped but you knew he was out there listening.
He placed a knee on the bed to steady himself. His thrusts slowed allowing him to reach farther inside you. Each thrust met with a cry from you. His thumb never leaving your clit alone. You tightened around him and his eyes rolled back.
"Go ahead, my little wolf. Let all of New Orleans hear you," he smiled watching you hit your orgasm. Your eyes half closed as he continued his torture on you. The stimulation on your sensitive body almost too much for you. After a few more thrusts his orgasm washed over him.
His landed on his hands while hovering over you. He remained still for a few seconds to catch his breath. He showered you with compliments. Kisses left on your sweat and tear stained face.
"Forgive me, darling. I have one more card up my sleeve,"
He used his vampire speed to dress in his usual suit and tie. Your lover winked at you while ensuring that he was proper. You sat up slowly while watching him. He opened the door to see Diego.
Your ex stared at the floor while his fists were balled up. His breathing ragged as he tried to control himself. There was nothing he could do. The Original vampire could easily kill him before he could blink.
"Ah, Diego," Elijah paused while still standing in the room. "I do hope we weren't too loud,"
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Would love to read more of the Forgotten series about elijah and reader!
Short-Staffed
Part 1
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Summary: A continuation of Forgotten. A surprise visitor at work continues to amaze you
Warnings: Rude Customer, Elijah (in the best way), A Bit of Damsel in Distress, Slight Hero Worship. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: The long-awaited sequel is here!!! Thank you all so much for your comments on part one. I LOVED LOVED LOVED the unexpected enthusiasm for a continuation. You guys make me so happy!!! Thank you so much for reading. Feel free to leave a comment or ask! If you have any ideas for a third part, let me know! I hope you have a wonderful day <3
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"Elijah?" you call, surprised and a little confused to see your impromptu shoulder-to-cry-on walking through the entranceway. You are transfixed by his presence– his opulent aura juxtaposing with the casual atmosphere of the restaurant making him appear more resplendent than before. "What are you doing here?" you question the Original– a small smile edging your lips. Despite your initial astonishment, you are thrilled to see your newfound confidant again– and sooner than you had anticipated. You had not stopped thinking about Elijah since the two of you parted ways. His compassion toward you lingered in your mind, warming you every time you brought the memory to life. It baffled you that someone– a stranger no less– could treat you so tenderly.
“Well, if it’s alright with you Y/N, I came here for lunch,” the Mikaelson replies– a knowing smirk characterizing his face. In truth, Elijah had only come to see you again. As with you with him, the thought of you was never far from his mind. You, inadvertently, left an impression on the thousand-year-old vampire, igniting primal instincts within him to protect and nurture you. You had experienced so much in your young life, forcibly maturing quicker than your peers as you had to parent yourself– essentially losing, not only your family of origin, but your chosen family as well. That would be the extent of your suffering as far as Elijah is concerned.
All of this remains unknown to you as the palm of your hand connects to your forehead, cursing yourself for how idiotic you must sound to him. Although being a popular spot to eat in town, the Mystic Grill was a place you never deemed would attract the handsome brunet. Even standing here now, Elijah seems so out of place in the unceremonious environment of the bar.
"Right, sorry," you apologize for your momentary folly, shaking your head at your sheer embarrassment, "Of course, it’s alright for you to eat here."
Gesturing toward the table you were about to bus before the Mikaelson stole your attention, you inform him of your order of task, “I have to clear this table, but I will be with you in a moment. Please sit anywhere you like.”
“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”
Elijah glides to a table not too distant from the one you’re hovering over now, leaving you dumbfounded by the fluidity of his movement. It seemed unnatural for someone, especially of Elijah’s build and stature, to move so artistically, and yet so befitting of the Mikaelson’s anomalous nature.
As you watch the brunet shift in his seat, taking a more passive position, you realize how long you have been goggling the man– a blush beginning to paint the surface of your cheeks. That knowing grin returns to the Original’s face as he, too, was aware of your lingering gaze, watching you from the corner of his eye as he pretended to fix the lapel of his suit. An odd sensation of giddiness stirred in the vampire at the notion you might be as enthralled by him as he is with you.
Forcing your attention back to the table you were meant to be bussing, a discontented sigh vacates your lungs at the mess left behind by the rowdy group of kids who had left moments ago. The beginning formation of a sticky puddle, sourced from a knocked-over glass, builds under the table and a wad of gum sits thrust into the wood of the table. A groan. Typically, you missed this crowd as you work mornings on the weekend, but the Grill was short-staffed today and Roberta asked for you to come in. If you weren’t in need of the extra money, you would have made her find someone else.
As is familiar for the Mikaelson, Elijah watches you from his distant position, amused by the little expressions of distaste you make as you wipe down the table and begin collecting the plates and cups. He enjoys it when your streak of vivacity emerges, appealing to him from the moment he first saw you. Elijah’s musing is broken as both of your attentions are grabbed by an “Excuse me, waitress.”
There is a lurking hostility in the waiting customer’s voice that calls to the darker part of Elijah, begging the man to so much as raise a finger towards you so that he may satisfy his sanguinary urge. “I have been sitting here for the past ten minutes waiting to order,” the customer, who arrived mere moments ago, hyperbolizes– a prominent disdain for you as he leers from his seat.
Edges of plastic dig into your palms as your grip on the bin in your hand tightens. This was bound to be unpleasant. A well-practiced, manicured smile dons your lips as you kindly inform the man that the restaurant is short-staffed and you must finish clearing the table before you can serve him. Stealing his opportunity to deliver a response, you promptly turn on your heels, transporting the grimy dishes into the kitchen.
The man was arrogant– the contempt in his voice as he addressed you was enough of an indicator. The look of offense that washed over his face at your refusal to immediately stop your task to cater to his needs was further proof of his self-aggrandizement. It set Elijah on edge– fingers twitching, eager to teach the supercilious man a lesson in humility. He despised a man who lacked manners, especially when addressing a lady, but even more so now with you. The vulgar comment he made about you as you strode toward the kitchen had the vampire itching to tear out the cocky bastard’s throat. But with you so nearby, Elijah knew that was not the wisest decision, so he resolved to maintain his stoic composure– hands fisted under the table.
You returned from the kitchen– mop in hand– braving yourself to deal with your irate customer. “Do you know how to do your job?” he condescendingly inquires, rising in his seat. “I am the customer. You are the servant. I call you over and you serve me. Do you understand that?” he continues to patronize you, overly emphasizing the words as if speaking to a child. You tongue your cheek, biting back the combative words dancing on the tip of your tongue. You were in critical need of this job, you could not afford to engage in a verbal altercation with this man.
“Yes, sir. I understand that, but as I explained before, there is a very limited number of us working today and things are a little delayed. So I ask that you please give me a moment to finish cleaning this table.”
Your face pulls into a tight-lipped smile. You were not going to cower to this man’s illusion of superiority.
“Look here, little girl-” he begins his tirade, rising from the table, but a firm, intervening grasp on his shoulder swiftly silences him. The Original was simply unable to tolerate the man’s berating any longer.
“Now I believe the lady has asked you twice to show a bit of patience, let’s not make it a third time, hm,” Elijah speaks calmly– chills running down your spine at the prominent threat in his tone. He stares the man down, all the tenderness he used with you entirely forgotten.
“You will sit here patiently as Y/N finishes her task and you will not speak to her again until she is ready to take your order. You will speak to her with the respect she deserves and when you are done, you will tip her handsomely and never bother her again.”
Much to your astonishment, the man complies, slowly sinking back into his seat. You stare at Elijah, amazed at his power. The man’s whole demeanor has shifted.
“Now, I do believe you owe her an apology.”
Without hesitation, he turns to you, apologizing for his impertinent behavior. You marvel at the difference Elijah’s words have made– the previous hostile arrogance exchanged for docile obedience.
Once more, the Original has left you in awe of him. He has shown remarkable kindness and nobility towards you, yet again coming to your aid and knowing just how to remedy your situation. It was as if he were your own personal knight in shining armor– the hero to save you from all of your problems. He is a man too good to be true. You knew you would never again meet a man like Elijah.
Briefly, you accept the customer’s apology before turning your gratitude towards your paragon. All the while, the man sits patiently, and, as you finish mopping the spill under the table, not an utterance is made. Elijah truly is a miracle.
“I am so sorry about that,” you apologize to the Mikaelson once you arrive at his table– ready to take his order.
“Why are you apologizing?” the Original frowns. You ponder his question, realizing you don’t have a reason. Apologizing just felt like the polite thing to do.
“I guess you’re right,” you smile at the vampire– his heart warming at the sight, finding you absolutely angelic.
“So, what can I get for you?”
“What do you recommend?”
The question leaves you speechless. Your opinion was hardly ever asked for– people dismissing your input or making decisions for you. Although small, it meant a lot to know Elijah valued your thoughts, even if it was just about what he should eat.
“Well, it’s not really on the menu, so if I tell you, you have to promise to keep it a secret,” you inform the Original– voice lowered to ensure no listening ears can hear.
“I give you my word.”
You describe your secret menu item to the brunet, detailing all the flavors that make it spectacular. The Mikaelson watches, a smile resting on his lips, adoring the way you light up as you speak. He finds himself easily captivated by you– the delightful lilt of your voice quite soothing to the vampire. You enrapture him as he observes you animatedly discuss your favorite dish. You are passionate about the things you care about– big or small– he is coming to discover and it made him want to care too. To have the same ardent fever you have, to feel alive once again.
“I’ll try it,” the Original informs you once you finish your explanation, much to your delight. You gleefully run off to the kitchen to have is order prepared, calling over your shoulder, “You won’t regret it.”
Elijah smiles to himself as he watches you disappear behind the steel double doors already knowing he wouldn’t because he could never regret anything that brought you such joy.
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Edward Cullen & Elijah Mikaelson/// Crown of Tears
Anonymous request: Can you do where Elijah breaks up with you since Esther turned them into vampire but he later moves on but you leave and you move to forks where you met Edward
You have been with Elijah Mikaelson for a while, surprising his Parents Esther and Mikael love you they think you’re good enough for their son. everyone in the family seems to love you which makes you happy to know that
But you have noticed that Elijah and his siblings have been very distant from you making you feel upset since you don’t know what you did for them to be so distant their parents would talk to you their aunt would talk to you too but not anymore since she left
Ever since Dahlia left, you haven’t seen Freya in a while, but you hope that she’s doing okay wherever she is today you decided to talk to Elijah to see what’s going on with him and his siblings
“Elijah, can we talk about why your siblings and you have been ignoring me?” You asked
He looked at you “what are you going here? You can’t be here.”
You crossed your arms “what do you mean that I can’t be here? I’m here to talk.”
“Y/n now it’s not the time.” He tells you
“When it’s the right time? You always tell me that.” You added, “when is the day? that we can talk without you telling me it’s not the time to talk?”
“You're right we have to talk besides I need to.” He hesitated but you need it to know the truth “tell you something,”
You saw that he was nervous making you concerned “What do you need to tell me”?
He sat down on the couch “it’s best if you sat down.”
“Okay.” You sat down next to him
He grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “as you know that my mother is a powerful witch just like her sister, my aunt.”
You nodded “okay and?”
“Well, I don’t know why she did it but she cursed my siblings and me. What do I mean by that? She turned us into vampires.” He looked at you as tears were falling down “it’s best we ended the relationship.”
You grabbed his face, “I don’t care if you’re a vampire I love you for who you are, please don’t break my heart.”
“I’m sorry Y/n, we have to end the relationship. I know you love me, but you deserve someone that’s going to give you a family, and that’s going to do all the things that a vampire can’t do.” He wipes your tears off
You try to hold down your tears, but you can't. “I care if I don’t get a family, at least I’m going to have you the love of my life. You still can do all of the things that a vampire can do.”
“Y/n don’t make this hard it’s hard for me I don’t know what I’ll do to myself if I hurt you I’ll never forget myself for it you’re an angel while I’m a monster.” He cried
“I don’t care, I just want to be with you. I know you’ll never hurt me.” You snivelled
"Please understand that I can hurt you I’m a vampire I might not end up controlling myself because of it I can hurt you or even kill you." he sniffled
“Please don’t break my heart." you pleased with tears
"I’m sorry but you will find someone who will do all of those things with you and who will love you. I’m sorry." he comforts you
“Brother You think that was the right choice to do?” Rebekah asks concerned for you since you left crying
“Yes, I can’t bear if anything would to happen to Y/n while she was still dating me. I love her. It hurts me to do it but it’s for her safety, I know that she will move on.”
“Wel, I hope you don’t regret it later on.”
It’s been weeks since the break you heard that Elijah moved on with someone else it hurt you knowing that he moved on from you that quickly, but you also heard that his mother wasn’t happy that he broke up with you and that he was dating someone else that fast
You decided to leave Mystic Falls you were done suffering and done with the Mikaelson family you were already to move on as you were packing and ready to leave Mystic Falls for Forks, Washington
“Edward, you will get your soulmate to just be patient.” Alice replied annoyed since he keeps bothering her about when his soulmate is coming “I think she’s a human.”
He laughs, “I won’t get one I suck at love if a vampire doesn’t like me why would a human would?”
“Eddy be positive, your soulmate would like you for who you are, she wouldn’t care if you’re a vampire.” She reassure him
“How come you haven’t seen her? if I supposedly have a soulmate?” He asked curious
Alice shrugs her shoulders “She’s either dating someone or she’s barely moving here.”
“If I'm her soulmate? why would she be dating someone else?" he asks confused since if she's his soulmate she should be dating him instead or be married to him
"Maybe because she doesn’t have any clue about soulmates or maybe she thinks they're not real." she pulls her hands up, "I don't know."
"Are you sure that I have a soulmate? because you keep telling me that it doesn’t work out.” he remembers all the girls he broke since his sister saw no future with one of them
"I’m sure you do have one. I'm sorry that you had it to break the hearts of girls that you met." she remembers them too
“Yeah, because of that they hate me.” He crossed his arms
“Well I didn’t like Bella, she was annoying.” Rosalie growls
“You never like no one and you think everyone is annoying,” Emmett laughs
“See Edward didn’t end up with one of them.” She smiles, “Yeah, well I bet that soulmate is going to be amazing and she won’t be annoying,”
“What if she’s annoying?” Jasper asks
“Well I won’t like her. I'll try to be nice but just for Edward. " She lied since she might be rude
“You're rude.” Jasper tells her
“It's not my fault that their personality doesn't fit with mine.” She crossed her arms with a smile
As You passed the sign of ‘welcome to Mystic Falls you looked at it and you said “bye forever.” Since you put your phone on silent mode you didn't hear it ranging
You smiled as you noticed that you were in Forks, Washington you got off from the car to grab your phone and stuff when you saw your phone you saw lots of missed calls and missed messages from the Mikaelson family for expect Elijah, Freya and their aunt Dahlia
You shook your head and blocked them “no more you guys are from my past.” You put your phone away in your pocket. “It needs to stay like that.”
You turned around not realizing that a person was behind you and watching over your movement of you “do you need help?” a voice asked
You turned back to look at the person and you glared at him since he scared you “who said that I need your help?”
He shrugged his shoulders with a smile, “I saw that you were struggling so I was just offering you help, that’s all,”
You rolled your eyes “well I don’t need it you can go now.”
He stills gives you a smile making you mad “what’s your name?”
You crossed your arms “my name is none of your business.”
He laughs at your attitude “since you don’t want to tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”
“You don’t need to tell me because I don’t care what is your name or anything about you. " You tell him angrily
“I know but I’ll still tell you My name is Edward Cullen.” He grins
Alice smiled when she saw it making the Cullen understand that she saw something exciting
“Alice what did you see?”
“Edward’s soulmate.” She looks at them smiling “And she’s here.”
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hello can you make headcanons about the yandere mikaelson family in love/obsessed with the same woman (reader)
Mikaelson Family being obsessed with you would include
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synopsis: you seduced a whole family, wow. I would say good job, but seeing those siblings I thinks it would be better if I wish you good luck.
warning: vampire stuff, stalking and all that jazz (also, you know that thing called canon? Yeah, I ignore it)
ps: thanks for your request my love! I know that I made you wait for that, but I put a big effort on this one! Hope u like it!
• None of the Mikaelson siblings were expecting to find love when they move to Mistic Falls. Klaus plan, Elijah had to take care of Klaus, Rebecca had so many questions about herself that she need to solve and Kol just wanted to live his life in a way that would make the rest of his family really embarassed. They didn't have time os space or even the intencion to have love in their lifes
• Yet, that was what they all find there. In different ways, at different times, but with the same person: you
Kol Mikaelson 🥀
• Kol was the one that meet you first. He remember that moment so well that if he close his eyes it could almost feel like being again at the Grill and seeing you for the first time
• Actually, the first thing he notice about you was your scent. Even now he can't say if it is your natural scent or a perfume. When Kol inspire that marvellous scent of apple and caramel he felt his chest burn. He left his drink on the table and look around, trying to find who was doing that to him. It wasn’t just a perfume, it was more like a sweet love potion attracting him into a trap
• Kol follow his instincts and found who was seducing him. Alone at the bar, with a red daiquiri on her hands, was the most beautiful woman Kol had ever seen. You looked ethereal. Kol made his way on your direction and use his charm to chat with you. All his “you know you shouldn’t be talking to me because I will break your heart but you can’t ignore how bad you want me to do it” energy was used to make you interest onto talkig to him
• He wasn’t going to waist time waiting, he is the kind of man that do what he need to do. And Kol needed to know you. Different than one of his older brothers, Kol wouldn't hesitate about being closer and closer to you
• Kol loves when you let him became part of your routine and also enjoy when you invited him to your house. With his knowlegde about you, with your permission to come into your house, you didn’t even knew how much power you we’re giving to him
• Kol courts you with gifts. He loves to make you smile and soon he realize that he will do anything you want if that means he can see your happy face. At first it starts with jewerly and books, but as soons as he notice that he felt for you was different than anything he ever felt he get it: he would die for you in secret.
• Obviously he loves when you hug him because of something he did to you, but he also loves to see you happy because of a job promotion that he made up to you. He don't need the recognition, he just want to see you smiling
• When you understood that he was a vampire (we will come back to this subject later) a lot of things change. And with time and a lot of trust, you let him drink from you. He has charm and knew how to provoke you until you let him. Kol had always loved your smell and had, somehow, discover that your taste was even better
• He didn’t even know how protective he was until you. He walk you to your house after your work, he sometimes follows you just to know that you are fine, make sure that your house is safe and even add some verbein on your coffee
• Kol also didn’t know that he was so nosy. He read your books just to know what lines did you mark, he enters your house when you aren’t their just to look how everything is going, and even steal some of your clothes just to have a part of you with him. Privacy isn't a word present on his vocabulary
Elijah Mikaelson 🍷
• Elijah meet you a little bit after Kol made his way into your house. You we’re looking for a specific book on a library, murmuring to yourself the name of the author so you wouldn't forget, and your voice made Elijah’s heart skip a beat. It inebriated him, the sweet and slow tone making everything else seens so less important. It was a intricate symphony and all he wanted to do was to listen to it again and again and again
• Elijah is way more restrained than his brother. A little bit less invasive, way more observer. He let you have your space and woud respect that, all he want is for you to aspire for him on your life. Elijah wants to be needed for you, not be a inconvenient
• Elijah treat you like a princess because he want you to never think that you are less than that. Elijah is more practical. He clean your house when you are sick, cook while you work, massage your back when you are tired
• He is a real gentleman. Until the moment he is not. That man can be so jealous. Do you really think he would let anyone touch his mate? You are his, and Elijah will make sure no one forgets that. He can even get a little rude and agressive with the tought of you with someone else came to his mind, but he tries to not show this side of himself to you. It get worse when he see someone helping you, doing something for you, making your life easier. He loose his tempter when that happens
• Elijah would never admit that but he loves to watch you when you don’t know he is doing that. To see you doing mundane things, like washing your dishware or just cooking something for yourself, or even watch you discussing something personal with someone or changing your clothes: Elijah should be embarrassed, but he feels like heaven
• Elijah and you had a thing: read together. Just both of you on your couch with a soft blanket and tea, reading different books with your legs touching. You both don’t even need to talk, the silence is not umcomfortable. It is so easy to be around Elijah without the need to talk, it feels so intimate
• You both even have your little book club. Every friday you both talk about whats happening on the book your reading, what do you that is going to happen. It is fun to see Elijah having no clue about who did kill the victim, somehow he never discover
• While Kol feel a happiness emerge from his skin when he drink your blood, Elijah wants the oposite. Elijah don't like when you get hurt, that only makes him worried about you or mad with whoever hurt you, but he loves the shiver that runs up his spine when you go for him because you need his protection, because you need his blood to be fine again
• Unknowing to the fact that Kol already put verbein to your coffee, Elijah did the same. The aroma of coffee is so strong that he didn't realize it already has verbein. Elijah also gave you a necklace with verbein on it, just to ensure
Rebekah Mikaelson 💋
• And then you meet Rebecca. And she absolutely hated you. With every cell of her body. She envied your beaty, your intelligence, your symphathy, your kindness, your friends. She wanted to be you. To wear your skin. Have your hair, your nails, your lips. And soon she realize that she didn't wanted to be you: she wanted to have you
• Your first interaction wasn't nice, not at all, but when she understood her feelings for your it start to get better. She did put a lot of effort to make you forget the way she treated you
• She can be hard to deal sometimes. You understood that she easily can feel insecure. You also feel that, so you show her how important and incredible she is. Gentle words are important in your relationship
• Rebecca likes to choose what you gonna wear, what kinda of make up you gonna use, how your hair gonna be cut. She likes that. To transform you into a doll. Her doll. She likes to feel like she own you. Mine is a commom word to her mouth
• And she is way more impulsive then her brothers. Even Kol is nothing compared to her. If you are angry she gonna fight the person who wronged you. If you are sad then she gonna do anything to make you smile. If someone threaten you then Rebecca will need to wash blood from her hands. She doesnt even think about the consequences
• Shopping with Rebecca is always so funny. She seens like someone who don't know what kinda of clothes are trending, like she sleep for the entire decade and just woke up. Help her with her stylistic desicions make you so happy
• Rebecca also protect you with verbein. She gave you a perfume that hid the verbein scent, making sure that you wouldn't be vulnerable to others
Klaus Mikaelson 🐞
• Klaus, well, that man is crazy when it comes about love. For him it was love at first sight. Literally. When he put his eyes on you he knew that you we're meant to be his and nothing on this world would stoped him from being yours
• He does not care anyone that isn't you. No one would be more important than you. Klaus is not affraid of becoming a villain if that means you are his. And Klaus is also not affraid of loving with all his soul and body
• Klaus win your love with handwritten letters. You we're charmed by them. The attention about the detals, how his words we're so kind, the warm feeling that rule your body after reading them: you we're in love
• That men is jealous. Anyone, everyone, is a threat. Don't matter if you say that he is being paranoid, he won't hear you. You are his and his only. Klaus don't have time to breath and calm down, he simply acts towards who is around you
• Klaus spend money with you with the same ease a host would gave water to a guest. If you say that you like some author he gonna give you a collection with all their books. If he saw you looking at someone outfits then your closet will gain more clothes. Klaus always have the best gifts
• Klaus loves to paint you. From memory, with you posing, abstract, realist, portraits: he would paint you in any way. Wine and time: that is all he needs to when it comes about saving your beaty for the future
• You both have what you like to call Music Date. You show him your favorite song and he does the same. It is so fun to see his reactions and it is also really cool when you both hear something that it is really great. You tend to not say when you like a song he show you, just not having to deal with him bragging
• Klaus don't want you to find out about the whole vampire side of his life, so he is really carefull about it. Klaus don't want you to be manipulated by another vampire, but he also don't want you to find out about the verbein, so he was creative. Yes, Klaus put it on your make up
Originals 🚩
• The reason for them to discover that they we're all in love with the same woman was excess of verbein. They we're all making you ingest or inhale or use so much verbein that you literally get a allergic reaction
• Elijah felt guilty when he saw you at the hospital. While you we're sleeping he came to your house to throw away all the ground coffee with verbein
• Then Kol enter your kitchen, ready to do what his brother already did
• Then Rebecca get out of your bedroom after change your perfume ready to fight whoever had invaded your house
• Then Klaus open the front door, while a whole new kit of make up
• It was a really weird moment. They didn't say anything. They didn't move. They didn't even breath. It was clearly what was happening. And suddenly, after a strange silence, they we're all screaming to one another
• They get over it, but they need some time to be okay with the fact that you we're dating for people at the same time and they didn't even realize that. How many hours you day have so you we're able to do that?
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