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auroracalisto · 3 years

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she will be loved, part two

requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt: Omggg would it be okay if I send in a request for a part two for “She will be loved”?🥰 It’s soooo cute and I love rereading it because it makes me so happy!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤧🥰💜💜It’s so softttt

pairing(s): adoptive! dad! elijah x child! female! reader, family! mikaelsons x reader

word count: 1.3k words

warnings: reader has nightmares, written in third person, child reader

author’s notes: okok so i loved writing this, first of all. considering turning this into a series because i could do so much with this. that’s kind of why it’s an open ended sort of thing (if you read, it makes sense, i promise). also writing children is so fun. like. i have always been around children bc i’m the oldest grandchild and i also have like,,, five younger siblings. i just,,, it’s fun to put what i know into writing and it’s really easy for me to describe how a child could act because of how familiar i am with them. i feel like that’s another reason i like writing this so much is because i am familiar with how they act omg,,, anway enough rambling and if you read all of this, kudos to you, because i probably wouldn’t have. thanks for the request and be sure to look out for more!!!

part one

"That little," Kol took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. He sat down on the couch, composing himself.

Elijah looked over at him, smirking. "What's wrong, this time?"

"Nothing is wrong," Kol cleared his throat. "I just... cannot find her, for the life of me."

Elijah's eyes narrowed.

"Hide-and-seek," he quickly spoke, standing back up.

"Yes. And you're a vampire. You should easily be able to find her."

"Unless," Rebekah said, walking through the room with a laugh. "Klaus found her first and took her to a better hiding spot."

"Is that really what happened?"

Rebekah shrugged, watching Kol groan and vampire speed off to find little [Your name] and his pain in the ass brother.

REbekah sat down across from Elijah and she smiled at him as she did. "How are you?"

Elijah looked at her and rose an eyebrow.

"With [Your name]. I know how much of a handful children can be."

"Right," Elijah sighed softly. He sat down the book that he had been reading and he began to frown. "Her dreams are getting worse."

"Her dreams? Did you not use compulsion on her?"

"We did. Klaus and I both did. Kol tried, as well. But it just wears off after a couple of days and the dreams are worse than before."

"Has she been able to tell you what they were about?"

"You've been around [Your name], yes? She does not often wish to speak much of her dreams. She'll talk about everything else," he chuckled softly. He quickly moved to sit up as he heard [Your name] laugh and run through the hallway.

At this point, Kol wasn't using his vampire speed. In fact, he was taking his time, taunting that he was going to catch her.

[Your name] ran into the sitting room, rushing over to Elijah, giggling the entire time. "Daddy's base!" she quickly exclaimed, climbing onto Elijah's lap.

Elijah let out a soft laugh and he wrapped his arms around the small girl as Kol came over, his eyes narrowed at [Your name]. He points to his eyes, before pointing right at her.

"I'm watching you. As soon as you get up, I'll get you."

"No!" she yelped, laughing as she hugged onto Elijah.

Kol rolled his eyes before he left the room, leaving Rebekah and Elijah there with [Your name]. Elijah was quiet as he listened to [Your name]'s soft breathing.

"[Your name]," he softly said, gently shaking her awake. "Don't go to sleep yet, it's only seven—"

His wishes were drowned out by [Your name] getting comfortable in Elijah's arms. She was sound asleep in the matter of minutes. The nightmares of that evening had yet to plague her little mind.

Elijah looked over at Rebekah with a frown. "I hate to say this. But I wonder if we will have to have a witch's help with her dreams."

Rebekah pursed her lips. "That Bennett witch owes me a favor. Do you think she will help?"

"And have more people know about [Your name]? No. They will not be using her against me or any of us."

"Then I guess we will have to see what else would work."

Elijah frowned but he nodded. He knew that she was right. Elijah looked down at the little girl asleep in his arms.

"I'm going to go put her in bed. Hopefully, she doesn't sleep too long. Klaus's last fiasco completely wrecked her schedule."

Rebekah couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe Klaus should be in charge of fixing it for you since he's the one who ruined it."

Elijah shrugged and stood up, cradling [Your name] in his arms. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down in her full sized bed. [Your name]'s little eyes quickly opened and she looked up at Elijah with wide eyes.

"Stay," she quickly said, her little voice was barely louder than the clock that ticked away on her wall.

Elijah frowned softly and he nodded, laying down beside his daughter. He pulled her into his chest and listened to her once again fall asleep.

—

Elijah didn't know when he fell asleep, but he knew it had to have been shortly after [Your name] did. She was out of bed when he woke. Her clothes from the day before were tossed in her little clothes hamper, but she had made a mess picking out her new outfit for the day.

Elijah left his daughter's room, searching for her.

He heard laughter coming from the kitchen and he followed the noise, seeing Klaus literally throwing pancake batter in [Your name]'s direction.

"What—"

"—stay out of this, brother," Klaus said, glaring in the child's direction. "She is the one who started this—"

"—started what?"

"She told me I was ugly."

Elijah pursed his lips for a moment, clearly holding back a laugh. "What?"

"She looked at me and said, Klaus, you're ugly."

"I did not!" [Your name] exclaimed from where she hid behind the island.

Klaus looked at Elijah, and then placed his hands on his hips like an angry Karen.

Elijah rolled his eyes and he sighed, walking over to where the little girl sat. "[Your name], did you tell Klaus he was ugly?"

[Your name] quickly shook her head.

"Don't lie to me."

Her eyes widened and she looked up at Elijah. Her breathing picked up and the tears immediately began to form. "What? I am not lying, daddy..."

Elijah continued to frown at her, prompting the child to cry. She quickly hugged onto Elijah, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I didn't—"

Elijah gently rubbed her back. "If you did, I just need you to be honest, [Your name]. Calling someone names isn't a nice thing to do. You're a good girl, aren't you? So why would you call your uncle something bad?"

"I'm sorry," [Your name] cried, looking up at Elijah with tearful eyes.

"You don't need to tell me sorry. You need to say sorry to Klaus."

Her eyes widened a bit and she quickly nodded, coming out from behind the island. She looked up at Klaus, her little face covered with tears. If she continued to cry, there's no doubt that snot would cover her face as well.

Klaus frowned as he watched her.

"I'm sorry..."

Klaus's features softened and he bent down in front of her.

"Sorry for what?" Elijah asked from behind them.

"Sorry for calling you names..."

"It's alright, [Your name]. Just... don't do it again, okay?"

[Your name] nodded and quickly calmed herself down, going to hug Klaus. Klaus sighed and hugged her back, lifting her as he did so. He sat her down on the counter by the sink. He grabbed a kitchen towel and gently cleaned up her messy face.

"These pancakes aren't going to cook themselves, now are they?"

[Your name] watched Klaus with big eyes as she shook her head.

Klaus smiled.

Elijah watched as Klaus helped [Your name] carefully stir the rest of the batter before Klaus made the pancakes his daughter so desperately wanted (according to [Your name], not to Elijah).

Elijah didn't realize how much would go in to being a parent. However, he knew that she was learning. Her little heart and her little head was figuring out how to do things as she went. It reminded him of his family when they were all young.

Elijah sat down on a stool as he watched his daughter.

The nightmares that plagued her were truly something for concern. But she didn't wake up crying the night before. He was hoping that it was simply because of a traumatic past that he had yet to figure out. But until then, he would be keeping a watchful eye over her, and he knew his family, Klaus included, would keep their own eyes on the little girl.

part three

#elijah x reader #dad!elijah x reader #child reader #reader insert #female reader #child reader insert #one shot #series???#she will be loved #the mikaelsons x reader #mikaelsons #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd #to #elijah mikaelson x child reader

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wcnderlnds · 3 years

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where do broken hearts go / peter maximoff x reader

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Description: You and Peter used to be inseparable but now he can’t bear to be around you. Warnings: sad peter??? Word Count: 1601 A/N: okay full disclosure i dont usually write angst i’m usually a fluff/humour type of gal but i’m trying to delve into the world of pain so go easy on me. gif is from google bc... lazy.

You never thought you’d be back here but fate had a funny way of rearing it’s ugly head. It had been two years since you’d left Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It hadn’t been an easy decision but you couldn’t stay there. After everything that had happened with Apocalypse, you realised that wasn’t the life you wanted to live and made a run for it. You wanted a normal life — not one where you could be attacked at any given moment for being different. So, you’d headed back to your family. Thankfully, there was only one person who knew where you lived these days and Charles knew better than to try and convince you to come back. Once your mind was made up, that was it. You were one stubborn person. That didn’t mean it didn’t break your heart to leave because it did. There was so much you’d left behind — your friends, your mentors and, most importantly, Peter Maximoff.

The moment you and Peter had met over ten years ago you’d instantly clicked. Charles had needed yours and Peter’s help with something. That something was breaking out Magneto from a high security prison but you didn’t really like to bring that up much. That was when you and Peter had first met and from that moment on you’d been inseparable. You’d decided to stay at the school to learn to control your abilities while Peter had gone back home but you’d stayed in touch the whole time. There had been so many times when you’d tried to talk him into coming to the school but he wanted to be with his family. Whenever you could, you met up and that had eventually turned into the two of you dating. You’d officially been together for three years when everything changed.

After Peter had showed up at the school and saved you (and everyone else) from the burning building things took a wild turn. Apocalypse had happened. It had shook you to your core. As much as you loved Peter, as much as you loved the people you were surrounded with on a daily basis you couldn’t take the risk of that happening again. So, you’d left. There was no goodbyes because that would’ve been too painful so instead you’d left your favourite silver haired speedster a letter. There had been so many times when Peter had tried to get in contact with you but you ignored him. If you were going to even have the tiniest bit of a normal life then you had to leave everything behind including the love of your life.

Now, here you were stood outside of the doors to the place you’d vowed to never return to. Your abilities had taken a bit of an unexpected turn. You had tried to keep it under control by yourself but when you’d almost accidentally hurt a family member you knew it was time to get some real help. If there were any other place you could’ve gone, you would’ve but only Charles, Erik and everyone at the school could help you.

With a deep, shaky breath, you pushed open the doors to the building you hadn’t seen in a while. Students were rushing around making their way to their next class. It was Hank who spotted you first. Quickly, he dashed over to you pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you! Charles told me we’d be expecting you.”

“Kinda need to breathe here, buddy,” you gasped, patting your friend on the back as he released his hold on you. “It’s good to see you, too. Does… uh, does Peter know I’m here?”

Hank frowned. “Not as far as I know but I think you should talk to him first before anything else. The last thing we all need is for things to be awkward around here.”

A heavy sigh passed your lips. He was right, like always. The last thing you wanted to do was waltz in and make things weird for everyone so you were going to have to be an adult and face Peter no matter how much it was going to hurt.

After chatting for a little with Hank and a few others — Jean, Scott and Jubilee — you sought out Peter. Nerves were bubbling up inside as you wandered through the corridors hoping to get a glimpse of the speedster. Your palms were sweaty as you rubbed them together, a stress headache slowly but surely making its presence known. Maybe coming back here wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe you should’ve just isolated yourself and gone into hiding. It’d be better than having to do this.

It was then you finally laid eyes on him. He was leaning against the wall, looking at his watch as impatiently as ever. There was a brief pause while you had an internal pep talk with yourself then you made your way to him.

“Peter?” You said meekly.

At the sound of your voice, he looked at you. Before you could even open your mouth to say anything else he was gone.

*****

Since then you’d tried for three days to talk to him but every time he would run off or try to avoid you. Admittedly, it hurt but you knew you didn’t have the right to be hurt. He was acting this way because he was hurt. You deserved it but that didn’t make it any less painful. So, you asked Hank to help you out.

Impatiently, you waited in the danger room. Hands on your hips as you paced up and down in the empty room. The plan was for Hank to ask Peter to come and run through some scenarios with him then once he was in the room Hank was going to lock him in there so he couldn’t escape. At the sound of the door opening, you froze hoping this would work.

“Give me a second. I need to go make sure everyone knows we’ve got the room for a bit.” Hank patted Peter on the shoulder before quickly exiting the room and locking it. Peter hadn’t noticed you yet, a confused look on his face as he noticed the door locking.

“Hank, what the…” He banged on the door.

“He’s not going to let you out,” you said from where you were stood at the other end of the room. Peter spun around to face you.

“I have nothing to say to you,” his tone was brash — something you’d never experienced with him before.

“I know but, Peter, I really need - “ you started with a step closer to him.

“And I really needed you!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air with an exasperated sigh. “I broke my leg and needed you but instead I was handed a letter by Hank telling me you were gone. So, I don’t really care what you need. You bailed on me when I needed you the most.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry,” your eyes began to brim with tears.

“It’s too late for that. You broke my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.”

“I was selfish and… I didn’t think. I was thinking about myself and that was wrong. I know that now. I’m sorry for leaving you. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I thought about you every single day. I loved you, Pete. I still love you and… I’m just so sorry.”

Tears had freely began to fall down your cheeks. It was taking all of Peter’s will to not close the space between you and wipe them away. No matter how much he was angry at you, he still loved you too but he couldn’t bring himself to get hurt again.

“Everyone told me I’d forget about you and move on but it’s two years later and here I am still wanting to make you feel better instead of myself,” he looked at the ground. It hurt to look at you especially now that you were crying. “You broke me, (Y/N). I just….” He paused, shaking his head. “I still love you too but… I can’t. The trust is completely gone. I’m not willing to give you my heart again when you were so careless with it the first time.”

“I know,” you sniffed. Your sweater clad hand moved to rub at your eyes but was stopped mid way when Peter grabbed it, lowering it. The pads of his thumbs moved to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks which only made you cry more.

“I need time. I need to learn how to be around you again. I need to learn how to trust you again and then… maybe we can….” He trailed off unable to bring himself to say it. He didn’t need to give himself false hope. By now his forehead was resting against yours, his eyes closed as if it was physically hurting him to say his next words. “But, for now, I need you to leave me alone. Please.”

You nodded, taking a step back to put space back between the two of you as you shouted. “Hank, open the door.”

In mere seconds the door unlocked. With one last look and a sad smile Peter left the room leaving you alone. If there was one thing you knew, it was that you’d do anything to make Peter Maximoff happy again. If space was what he needed then you’d give him it. No matter how long it took — he was worth it.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #quicksilver x reader #peter maximoff imagine #quicksilver imagine #fics.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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THIS IS ME

Summary: Natasha preferred to keep her sexuality, just like all her private life, in secret. She wasn't planning on coming out to the world, but a sudden event makes her change her mind about it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Natasha Romanoff: @5aftermidnight

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: injuries, mentions of violence, language

A/N: here's another Natasha oneshot inspired in this version of the song This Is Me, just bc I'm enjoying writing about her. A Carol fic + the requests coming to you soon. If you wanna be added to any of the taglists, send an ask <3.

NATASHA'S P. O. V.

I had never been a fan of sharing parts of my intimate life with the world, and that, of course, included my sexual orientation.

The people saw strictly what I wanted them to see, and that comforted me because I liked to be in control.

There was already too much information of my past of skilled assassin and spy turned into an Avenger for which I was being criticized, therefore, there was no need to add to that awful mix the fact that I liked girls.

Y/n was okay with my decision.

We approached the topic countless times for lots of different situations, and her reply to my shilly-shallying was always the same.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone. If you're not ready, then you shouldn't do it."

She was my angel. I loved her and she loved me, and I knew that, sooner rather than later, I would be ready to open up about it thanks to her.

However, when earlier in the day she asked me if I wanted to join her and her friends in a demonstration against Anti-LGBT brutality, I declined the offer.

She gave me an understanding smile before pecking my lips and leaving my apartment in the highest floor of the Avengers Tower.

She told me she would be back most likely before dinner, so I kept myself busy by filling the last missions' reports.

When I finished, I started to read a book, and when my eyes threatened to close, I left the book aside to lie down in my side of the bed, not even taking a peek at my phone clock, which would have informed me that it was way past dinner time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Something woke me up, but rather than a sound, it was a gut feeling.

I turned around to check the time, and I realized Y/n was still not there. Where was she? I thought, already unlocking my phone to call my girlfriend.

Missed call, she wouldn't pick it up.

Natasha: where are you????

No reply, of course.

Right when I reached for my jeans to go out and look for her, I heard whispers on the hall right outside my door.

"Hey why are you... What the hell happened to you?" It was Tony's voice.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Y/n's dismissive reply to the billionaire's question made me rush to the door.

READER'S P. O. V.

"That doesn't look fine." Tony spoke in a whisper, motioning at my face. "that doesn't look fine at all."

"looks that bad?" he pursed his lips in a thin line, shamelessly avoiding giving me an answer to my question. "fuck."

I ran my hands through my hair, staring at the door hesitant. Was it a good idea to enter Natasha's apartment looking like that?

"Why don't you come with me and we'll try to fix it a little bit?" he suggested as if he had just read my mind.

I was about to accept his solution to my problem when the door flung open. "fix what?"

"Nat—"

Even in the darkness of the hall, with only the dim light of Natasha's nightstand lamp allowing us to see, I could appreciate how the color vanished from her confused gaze, making it livid.

"Why... what— why is your face bruised?"

NATASHA'S P. O. V.

"I-"

"Get inside."

I heard Y/n wishing Tony goodnight before following me into the apartment and closing the door afterwards. "It's not a big deal, calm down."

"Your nose is broken." I fumed, stalking out of the small living room in the bathroom's direction to grab some things from what was left from my first aid kid after the last mission. "you got a black eye and a cut lip."

"I said. It's. not. a big deal, Natasha."

I stopped mid-way at her words. "What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck" she sighed loudly, running both hands through her hair. "Someone beat my girlfriend the fuck up, I think it is a big deal."

"Natasha, for fucks sake! Just DROP IT!"

I went completely still.

Y/n rarely yelled at me. If we argued, she always tried her best to stay cool, and even if she couldn't achieve that, she never lost it like she had just done.

We stayed in the exact same position for a split second before Y/n broke down to tears, falling sat over the bed.

I sat besides her and, without saying a word I took care of her bruises. "There was this group of people that came to us yelling things." I stayed silent, giving her the time she needed. "before I knew it, they were throwing hands at a couple of boys." I let out a sigh, not really wanting to hear the rest of the story. "Everyone froze, and- ugh!"

"Sorry baby." I whispered, finishing cleaning her wound.

"Listen, things were getting really ugly, and I-"

"Stood up for them." I finished, pulling a couple of strands of hair behind her ear right before pecking her cheek.

"Had to drive one of the boys to ER." she sniffed, her nose and eyes red as she clenched and loosened repeatedly the fist whose knuckles were bloody. "They did him so fucking bad."

Her voice cracking worked as a cue for me to pull her to my chest. "I'm sorry." I whispered, realizing a couple of tears were running down my cheeks, too. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not like it's your fault babe." she replied, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to the bed with her. "I just wanna sleep."

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When I came out of the shower after my sparring session, I saw Y/n getting dressed, probably to go to another demonstration.

"Oh! Hey babe." she gave me a half smile, not wanting to open the cut on her lip accidentally. "I'll come back soon, I promise."

I stood there, drying my hair with a towel, thinking through the words that were about to leave my mouth. "can I borrow some of your clothes and... go with you?"

There was a brief instant in which surprise passed through her beautiful eyes before another smile tugged the corners of her lips. "Sure thing. We'll leave when you're ready."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You alright?" Y/n questioned as we dived with held hands into the mass of people demonstrating in the streets, the same people that as soon as their eyes landed on me, wouldn't stop looking.

"actually yeah." I genuinely replied, squeezing her hands with the ghost of a satisfied smile on my face. "I'm alright."

"Lovely." I tugged Y/n's hand and, when she spun around, I put my hands on her hips, bringing her into a kiss. "that was lovely too." she stated with a giggle, her hands traveling past my neck for her to intertwin her fingers behind me, pulling me closer to kiss my lips.

There's no need to say that a few people took pictures of me and Y/n, which would be soon traveling through the Internet.

But I couldn't care less.

"From now on, we're in this together." I stated tucking her hair behind her ears. "and this" I traced the bruises on her face that were slowly starting to fade. "won't happen again."

"Babe, you never got to see the other guys."

A grin showed up on my face as I turned around, tugging her hand for her to follow me. "Oh, I'm sure he's way worse."

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