#Elijah Mikaelson imagines

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Intertwined

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader - Soulmate Au!

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Angst, arguments, Elijah being overly protective but denying himself happiness as always, canon typical violence, a bit of fluff at the end.

Author’s Note: Because I'm apparently on a sequel kick, here's another. I promise I'm getting to the requests that I have and all the things I still need to work on from last year. I'm going where the muse takes me in my writing flow. So there's that. Also please note that you need to read Hidden Marks before reading this one.

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It had been months since Elijah had seen the three intertwined circles on the middle of Y/N’s back that made up her soul mark. The first and only time he'd seen it, he'd been pulling a wooden bullet out from her back when she asked for his help. From the moment Elijah helped to remove the bullet, the mark haunted him. 

Seeing her mark should have been a great thing. It should have brought him some peace and happiness to see her mark. That her mark matched the very one he had just below his left clavicle. A perfect pair that made sense for how close they had become as friends over the century. If anything, since seeing her mark he's been conflicted on his feelings. 

Part of him wants and tries to be protective of her. His soulmate that had come into his life when he least expected it. The woman that had become his best friend over the century had been the one thing he never actively searched for. He now knew why she stepped into his life and never left. But it was the other part of him that caused him to fight daily with his feelings. 

Y/N would be in danger because of him. She would soon become a target if even the slightest word had slipped about who his soulmate was. An endless cycle he'd force her into if an enemy ever came knocking. Threats and being captured for the sole purpose of being leveraged against him. 

Not to mention if his brother had ever lost his temper with him. Klaus wasn't one to spare the women in Elijah's life before. What difference would it make this time? All it would take was one action that made Klaus feel the slightest ounce of betrayal and he'd take it out on her. 

Elijah was willing to take on the devil himself if Y/N was in danger. He was reminded of it any time she recklessly put herself in harm's way. An argument he had with her plenty of times during their friendship, but held a deeper meaning as of recently. 

He was also reminded daily how easily she could bend him to her will with a simple smile as she walked into the room. Or the occasional knowing look she'd give him when he or his siblings said something she didn't agree with that would almost instantly change his mind about the situation. Especially if she added in her details that would make it reckless on her part. 

But no matter how many times that feeling of comfort and love started to grow for the woman he believed he could only care for platonically, he could never voice it. He could never bring himself to mention the details that he knew. And because he chose to keep it to himself, it began the yoyo effect of wanting to keep her at a distance and keep her close for his own sanity. 

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Y/N either. From the moment she offered him a night out to deal with the humans who had put the bullets into her back, she noticed something different. She noticed the way his demeanor changed around her. He grew worrisome over the smallest of things he never had before. And even fought with her longer over details of plans to help take down the threat the Mikaelsons had been faced with. 

She found herself frustrated on the days that he brushed her off and all but ignored her. He had never once been cold to her in the time that she had known him. They had pushed each other’s buttons on occasion, but Elijah had never once pushed her away like he had been doing now. Every time he did, it hurt more than Y/N had ever expected it to. 

They were close friends, she knew that. She knew there would always be moments that Elijah would pick his family over her. That there would be moments where he would keep his family safe and do anything he could to also keep her safe. She knew she was not the highest priority. But why did it feel like someone had staked her when he walked away from her when she felt she really needed him for a few moments?

That's when the thoughts of doubt had been planted in her head. Doubts that were formed and fueled to drive her insane for most of the night that made it almost impossible to sleep. What had she done to earn such coldness from someone that she was close with? Had she crossed a boundary that she had suddenly been unaware of? 

The final straw that broke her had been moments ago when she offered to go with him to deal with the beginning of a threat. It was always something they had done together. A way to have Elijah’s calm and calculated approach and her glimmer of chaos that would always work out in their favor. But when he told her to stay behind, she could no longer keep anything at bay anymore. 

The moment Elijah had told her to stay behind, her face fell at his words. And as he walked past her to leave his expression hadn’t changed. And as she turned to face him, she let it all out. 

“What have I done?” She asked, causing him to stop in his tracks. “Have I wronged you in some way that makes you no longer want to be around me?”

Elijah heard the way her voice cracked towards the end. He had hoped that his actions wouldn’t hurt her. But here she was asking what she had done to him when in reality it had been him to do it. He turned to face her and shook his head slightly. 

“No.” His voice was composed in comparison to hers. “You have done nothing at all.”

She shook her head as she crossed her arms. “I’ve known you for over a century, Elijah. I know well enough to know you are lying to me. If I’ve done nothing wrong there wouldn’t be this shift between us where it feels like you suddenly want nothing to do with me.”

“I assure you that if I had wanted nothing to do with you, you would not still be standing here.” It was as close to the truth he could go to without coming out right with it. “We are facing a potential threat that I feel as though I need to do this with my siblings. We have no idea what they are fully capable of and the last time I checked, you are not as indestructible as you believe.”

Elijah had no idea how this threat would continue to play in their lives. He had no idea what knowledge they planned to use against them in an attempt to try and take him and his family out. That was why Elijah wanted to do this without her. He wanted to make sure that she would remain safe. 

He didn’t want to take Y/N with him with the possibility of allowing them to get an inkling that Y/N had now meant more to him than he let on. He didn’t want her in danger from something he didn’t fully understand. This was the part of him that was willing to do anything to protect her. He just had to slightly push her away in order to do so. 

“That never stopped you before.” She noted as she took a step towards him. “I may not be an original, but I am still a whole lot older than a majority of the threats that walk into the city. I have proven myself over and over that I can handle my own. I’m even better by your side. But ever since you’ve seen my mark, it’s like you don’t want to be near me. All I want is the truth from you. Did I do something or did my mark tell you something that you haven’t told me?”

Elijah looked at the ground for a moment before looking back up to her. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she expressed everything. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell her even though every part of him wanted to. To bring some peace to her mind on his reasoning instead of making her feel as though she wasn’t wanted. 

“I’m going to try to make this as clear as I can." His voice was still even, almost void of any emotion. "This threat is not to be taken lightly. While we do not have the full specifics on who they are or why they are here, I do know they have come close to harming the people I care about." His eyes met hers. "While our normal plan pairs perfectly with the riff raff we deal with, at this moment it does not. So no, you will not accompany me tonight. I need you here." 

After taking in his words, all she could manage was a nod before he was gone from her sight. He didn’t even give her a chance to respond or fight him on what he was telling her. And it left Y/N feeling defeated. 

Her mind still tried to make sense of the changes that had come over the last few months. Every push and pull that happened between the two being analyzed as if it had been some rather important document or experiment being worked on. She was trying to find something, anything, to show what caused Elijah’s sudden change. No matter how many ways she thought about it, it only came back to one starting point: the night Elijah saw her mark. 

Had seeing it really thrown him off to not want to be near her like he had used to? Not showing them their marks had been a preference they decided on early in their friendships. If there was ever a day they felt comfortable in showing what it was, they would have. And that night, with a bullet in her back, it hadn’t mattered if Elijah had seen it or not. 

She ran a hand along her face, trying to shake off the thoughts that had kept her pacing her room for hours after he had left. She no longer cared about the mark or who she may have possibly shared it with. Why did that change now that Elijah had seen it?

It made her wonder if he had seen the mark on someone else. If there was a possibility that he felt guilty in some way after seeing it. There had been plenty of enemies in his existence. At some point he could have easily come across it and not realized it until he saw it on her back.

Did it belong to someone who had betrayed him? Had he seen it on someone that he had taken their life out of necessity? Or had this person been a victim of the many spells he had endured? 

Deep down she knew it was the fear of losing Elijah. Something she had thought about over the century and a half she had known him. Friendships can only last so long before one reason or another comes along. She knew plenty of people who had left her on the back burner after finding their soulmate, even during her human years. 

She had grown used to having Elijah in her life. It would take her longer to find a memory that didn’t involve Elijah versus the ones with. Over the years she had become dependent on the fact that Elijah had always been there for her just as she was for him. He was a constant and part of her hated the thought of her ever losing that. 

At the thought, Y/N had felt her heart sink. A simple thought putting everything into perspective to her. The idea may have been formed from past experiences, but it all made sense. Elijah must have found his soulmate. And if that was the case, she was sure this was the beginning of being put further back on the burner.  

“Y/N?!” Rebekah’s panicked voice had broken her from her thoughts, causing her to move quickly to find Rebekah. 

Upon reaching the courtyard, a gasp left her lips as she found Rebekah dragging a half standing Elijah towards the couch. The majority of his clothing had been covered in blood. Parts of the fabric had been torn in several places. It was as if Elijah had picked a battle he couldn’t win. 

“What the hell happened?” Y/N asked as she moved to help get Elijah settled on the couch. Her eyes had still been taking him in, accessing his injuries. 

“Witches.” Elijah breathed out as he tried to get a hold of reality. He had lost enough blood and his mind had been a distorted mess from the magic he had been subjected to. 

“Everything had been going according to plan but whatever spell they used on him, it threw him off course.” Rebekah took the moment to leave the room to get items they needed to help Elijah for the time being until Freya could get back there. The moment she was back she continued. “The others are still there dealing with them.” 

Seeing the items Rebekah had brought, Y/N reached for the towel that had been sitting in a bowl of water and began cleaning off the blood from Elijah’s face and neck. “I can understand the disorientation, but what the hell ripped into him?” 

There was panic rising within Y/N. She hated that he had made her stay behind. She could have been there to help him in some way. Been there to help prevent him from being hurt as he was now. 

"Between the spell and some of the wolves within the vicinity, he couldn't watch his back." Rebekah said as she picked up another towel and folded it before placing it on Elijah's forehead. Afterwards she began picking up little containers of what Y/N could only assume were herbs and salves that Freya had instructed her to use for the time being. 

As Y/N ran the towel over his neck, Elijah lifted his hand to her hand, stilling her movements. It caused her to look up at him. His eyes had been looking over her face, before they settled on her eyes.

"You're safe." His voice was barely above a whisper. 

She nodded her head. "I am safe. You made sure I was." She wasn't sure if that was what he needed to relax more as she attempted to help clean him. "Freya will be here soon." 

With that, Elijah seemed to relax his hold and it allowed for her to continue wiping up the blood. So far it looked as though any of the injuries he sustained were healing. It may have been at a whole lot of a slower pace, but his wounds were healing. But the moment her hand moved to remove the shredded fabric stuck to his skin along his left shoulder and chest, his hand grabbed a hold of her wrist, not wanting her to continue. 

"I need to make sure your wounds are healing Elijah." She said softly as she brought her eyes up to his once more. "Or to at least give me the peace of mind that this looks way worse than it is." 

"For once let someone take care of you." Rebekah added and pulled his hand away from Y/N. It had been too easy to remove his hand. His strength is almost non-existent given what he'd been through. 

Elijah hated that he couldn't get his mind to process the protest he wanted to give. He hated that he couldn't give a strong enough response to say he'd deal with it later. But the spell within his mind made it difficult to think clearly for more than a second or two at a time. 

Elijah’s eyes never left Y/N’s face as she began to move the fabric away from his chest. He didn't care about the wounds he was facing. He didn't even care that Y/N and Rebekah were caring for him. It was what laid just under the layers of fabric she was removing, that had him worried. 

Quickly dipping the towel into the bowl of water between her and Rebekah, Y/N brought it back up to his chest and began to rid him of the drying blood. There was a part of her that was relieved to not see some gaping wound that he was trying to prevent her from seeing. 

That relief soon turned into curiosity as the blood was being wiped away. The beginning of Elijah's mark became clear as day. With each wipe of the towel the mark continued to grow. And as last of the reminisce of blood was removed from the mark, she all but dropped the towel. 

Just below his left clavicle had been three intertwined circles. It ran horizontally across his skin in the exact same way it ran across the middle of her back. And for a moment she fought herself on reaching out just to run her fingers along the mark. A need to make sure it was really there. 

Elijah had watched her the whole time. Even through his hazed mind he could see the way relief had flooded her eyes before her brows began to furrow. The curiosity in her eyes had been evident and there was nothing Elijah could do to fully protest in his current state. All he could do was watch her as she learned what he had months ago. 

Her soulmate had been right there in front of her for over a century.  

Her eyes snapped to him and Elijah could see several emotions flash through her eyes. He could see the way there was a sliver of excitement before hurt filled them as she tried to stop the tears from welling up. 

"What is it?" Rebekah asked as she caught on that Y/N had stopped her movements. 

Y/N shook her head slightly before looking away from Elijah. "Nothing worth noting." She said as she went back to wiping the blood. 

She kept her eyes away from the mark and as best as she could from keeping them from looking up at Elijah. She could feel his eyes on her. But she refused to look his way. 

All of her wild thoughts that had been going through her head earlier had only been partially right. She honestly never thought this was the case. And if she was being honest with herself, this felt worse. 

He had found his soulmate like she thought.  But she hadn't expected it to be herself. Not with the way he had pulled himself away from her during the course of the last few months. Not with the way she felt that she was losing her best friend. 

Elijah knew that he was her soulmate and he didn't tell her. There wasn't an excitement at knowing that the person they spent decades with had been the one person they both chose not to actively look for. Their life had been great just as it was. Until Elijah saw her mark. 

She tried to stop the spiral of thoughts that began to form. It was already too late to try to spare her heart the pain it was currently feeling. No matter how hard she tried to focus on helping Rebekah take care of him, one single thought played in her mind on a constant loop. 

He knew they were soulmates and he tried pushing her away. 

The moment Freya came running into the courtyard with Klaus and Kol behind her, Y/N pulled herself slowly away from the side of the couch. It was a way to not only keep the now unwanted attention of her facial expressions away but to give the necessary space Freya would need. 

When she moved a little too far for Elijah’s liking, his hand grabbed a hold of hers. This time his grip was tighter in comparison to earlier. He was getting better, stronger. The venom from the wolf bites was leaving his system while the spell kept a tight hold over him.

Y/N's eyes met his one more time. She could tell he was pleading with her to stay there with his eyes. Almost to say that once Freya helped him he'd explain everything to her. That he needed her to stay there.

There was something in her eyes that changed a moment after his words had pierced the air. “Would you tell me if you saw the mark on someone else?” 

“Of course.” He said even though it had been a lie. He knew he wasn’t going to speak of the very mark that was on his chest. 

Her heart ached at the sudden memory that filled her mind. She wanted to break down. She wanted to run to get fresh air. Do anything that would allow her to process the information she had been given in the last few minutes. 

Freya came over and knelt down beside Elijah, giving Y/N the chance to pull her hand away from Elijah. She took several back as she tried to decide if she wanted to stay or leave the area. But a heartbeat later she was mumbling some excuse and left the courtyard. 

It was only when she was safely behind the door of her room, she felt more clarity than she had downstairs. The wave of emotions she felt calmed in comparison.  While silent tears had begun falling, it hadn't felt like her world had come crashing to a halt as it had. 

"For as many times as I've come here to hide away, there's never been another person here." Y/N said as she took in the stranger. "Might have to find a new one if this one is compromised." 

"I can assure you, I've known about this place for a lot longer than you." The stranger looked towards her. "I may have been out of the city for some time, but I will know more about the history than you ever will.”

A laugh passed her lips causing a smile to form on his lips. “What if I told you I watched that town in the distance be built?”

His eyebrow raised slightly before he looked towards the town she had been speaking of. “I’d then ask if you knew what was out there before the town was built.”

“A small village.“ She responded.  “One that was destroyed just a few years after I was born. There are stories of a creature that roamed the woods that surrounded that village. A creature that was hunted but never killed.” She shrugged her shoulders before looking back towards the stranger. “Though I’d love to hear what you have that can top that.”

He laughed for a moment before he placed his hand out between them. “I’m Elijah. And I assure you, I can surpass any story you’ve been told about the area.”

“That’s a challenge I’m willing to take.” She said as she placed her hand in his. “I'm Y/N.”

That year Y/N needed to get away from the life she had found herself in after being a vampire for a few centuries already. The mountaintop just above the town she was born in had always been her go to place to reevaluate her life as a human and as a vampire. That night, Y/N had been debating on watching the sunrise for the last time. 

But Elijah had been there to pull her thoughts away from the sunrise and into a life that she had now thrived in. Elijah had been there when she needed him the most. Her soulmate had been the one to pull her back from the edge and she never knew it until now.

Elijah had saved her that night. He saved her and it wasn't long after he paid off a witch to create a daylight ring for her. A friendship shouldn't be had just in the dark. Those had been his words as he held up the daylight ring for her to take a few minutes before sunrise a few weeks later.

Her heart picked up in pace as her mind continued to accept everything that happened. The details of their meeting to this current moment made sense from a soulmate perspective. No matter how many times the flashes of memories played through her mind, there was no changing the facts. 

"What if I don't want to marry my soulmate?" A young Y/N asked as she kicked her shoe at the dirt. 

Her mother's laugh filled the air. "You don't always have to marry your soulmate. Sometimes it depends on what best suits the both of you. Your soulmate can be a best friend or even a lover. Sometimes they're both." She knelt down to Y/N's height. "There's one thing I know though. Having them in your life in any form is a whole lot better than not having them in your life or losing them. So when you are able to meet the person that knows your soul without needing to try hard, fight as hard as you can. Fight with them, for them and alongside them as needed." She ran her hand along Y/N’s cheek. "I know this doesn't make a lot of sense right now, but I promise one day you'll understand. "

The sound of the knock on her door followed by the door slowly opening had pulled her out of her thoughts and memories. Without even looking she had already known it was Elijah. She quickly wiped at her cheeks before she turned towards the door. 

The moment she had, Elijah could see that the whirlwind of emotions he saw earlier in her eyes had shifted. Even as her eyes welled up, he could see the hurt along with acceptance. And if he was being honest with himself, the acceptance is what scared him. 

He took a few steps further into her room before he came to a stop. "What I've done was-" 

"Cowardice?" She finished for him before he got the chance to even form the next word. It made him raise his brow. "Because whatever reasoning you have for not telling me was the worst decision you have ever made. And I know there have been plenty of questionable decisions you've made." 

"I know I should have told you that night." He gave a slight nod. "For a brief moment I wanted to. But then I realized the danger you would be in because of me." 

She had already begun shaking her head before he finished speaking. "Danger that I haven't already been in from just being close with you. Or to your siblings for that matter." She watched as he opened his mouth to speak but she quickly continued to stop him. "I know it's not the same. Putting it out there makes it more real and practically puts a target on both of us. I know what that target looks like. That just means we'll be better prepared for it." 

She knew from experience how easy it was to use a soulmate as leverage. How easy it was to threaten them to get someone to bend to their will. There was a dark decade in Y/N's existence where she had once toyed with humans and their soulmates. A time where her humanity had been switched and she hadn't cared. 

She knew the tricks that could be played. She knew how much damage someone could take before they snapped. The emotional torment that could be played on both parties to get the point across was something she lived for during that dark decade. 

At least that was until her humanity had been forcefully switched on. She tormented herself afterwards on how she could carelessly manipulate people by using the one weakness they all had. It was part of the reason she found herself heading back to the mountaintop. 

"If today has taught me anything it's that you were safer without me near." He watched as her eyebrow raised before he continued. "While having you by my side would have been beneficial for many reasons, I watched as my worst fear played through my mind because of a spell. A spell that provided sufficient reasons on why I was right on my decision to not say anything." 

"A spell that was used to distract you.” She noted. It explained why he had seemed so relieved at seeing her safe. "And a fear that we could have worked out beforehand if you simply had told me. I spent the last several hours wondering how and when I had become the problem. Part of me knew that you had found your soulmate and that was why you were pushing me away. That maybe you were trying to distance yourself from me to make room for them." Her eyes began to well up. "I just never thought you'd be pushing me away because I am your soulmate."

Elijah shook his head slightly as guilt filled him. He could see in that moment how hurt she had been by it. The emotions she had displayed when he first came into the room broke down bit by bit. And the thought that she believed she was the problem stung him in ways he never believed it would. 

"I don't know if I can be what you need me to be." He said a moment later. "It has been proven time and again that whenever I let an ounce of happiness into my life, it's quickly taken away. I refuse to have the same thing happen to you. And if that means keeping you at a distance or even you leaving the city-" 

"Nothing has to change!" She cut him off as she shook her head. "We have been by each other's side for over a century without even knowing we were soulmates. We have been through hell and back together without even questioning how it was possible. I have fought by your side not caring if I died in the process." She wiped at her cheeks as more tears escaped. "I will continuously be by your side even after this. I don't care if it is as something more or keeping things as it has been. But don't you dare for one moment think that I would be safer with you pushing me away or even deciding that it's better without you in my life." 

He sighed softly before taking a few steps to close the distance between them. "If anything were to ever happen to you because of me, I'd never be able to forgive myself." His hand came up to her cheek before using his thumb to wipe away more of her tears. 

"It's going to happen with or without you in my life." Her eyes met his. "I am no stranger to being threatened by your family. I have had Klaus's hand on my heart and I'm still here in front of you." She placed her hand on top of his as she leaned into his touch slightly.  A way to prove that she was there. "I am not even a stranger to having a witch use me as leverage or even used to fight against you. I can leave tonight and what's to stop anyone from coming after me once it's actually figured out?" She watched as he took in her words. "This isn't just one sided either. I am afraid of what each new threat could mean for you. I want and need you to be safe, maybe even for my own selfish reasons. But I will not let you push me away without at least fighting to stay. I will continue to be by your side no matter how much you push. I will stand there by your side and face the enemy with you and die there with you if it comes to it. I will continue to be your friend or more if that is what you need and you'll never have to worry that I'll leave you. But I will not let you try and push me out of your life for the fear of what could possibly happen to me just because you're afraid to let yourself be happy."

Elijah's eyes never left hers as she spoke. He couldn't bring himself to look away from her. Not when he was seeing everything play through her eyes. Every emotion, every piece of history and hopeful future had been displayed within them. And he could no longer ignore what he'd been trying to avoid. 

He knew everything she said was right. He would hate himself if anything happened to her while she was gone. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how it would feel if he ever learned the news that something had happened to her. He couldn't ignore the fact that throughout the years and even now she was fighting for her place to stay no matter how hard he tried to keep her at bay and safe in his eyes. 

The same safety that he had been trying to provide her since the night they met. How broken her eyes had looked from the moment she took a seat next to him on that mountain top. And how everything within him had told him to protect her from anything. Even himself if it ever came to it. 

But as he looked into her eyes now, he could see the woman that had become his best friend.  The woman that stood there beside him as threat after threat came. How she cared for him in his moments of need even though he fought her on it. The one person he couldn’t go more than a few days without speaking with. It was why the thought of losing her scared him even more than he ever believed. 

After a moment, Elijah nodded his head. “I give you my word that I will not push you away or ask you to leave.” His thumb gently moved along her cheek. He watched as something changed within her eyes. “I don't believe I could actually watch you leave, let alone be alone out there in the world. Nor can I picture a day where you are not in my life in some form or another. You have your selfish reasons and I have mine. But I have never wished for you to look so hurt as you have today and I will spend as much time as needed to make up for it. ” He looked elsewhere for a moment before looking back at her. “I just don’t know how things will change from here.”

The part of Y/N’s heart that expected the worst had felt relief. Relief that he wasn’t going to continue to push her away. Relief that he was willing to accept that they were soulmates and that she wasn’t going to go down or leave without a fight. And if anything, there was a small tug of a smile at her lips at his words. 

“We continue as friends, just as we have.” She offered. “If in the future things change, we’ll go from there.”

A hum of agreement passed his lips as he pulled his hand away from her. As he did, He maneuvered his hand to take a hold of her’s, finding comfort in just holding her hand within his. Her offer of nothing needing to change played in his ears.

There was something within him that agreed with that. Mixed within the agreement was the hope that things would change for the better. But for now this was a step in the right direction. A step that meant he wasn’t going to push her away as he had planned to. It was in a direction that he strongly believed he’d never lose her in the way that he feared.

“We’ll handle things as we always have.” He nodded his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“Together?” She asked as a small hopeful smile pulled at her lips. 

She could joke about how they would work together as she always had in the past. She could have added in how reckless they could be. How the calm and chaosbetween them would keep things interesting. But at that moment, she only needed the confirmation that it would continually be them against everything else that came at them.

“Together.” He promised with no intention of ever breaking that promise. Even when the world learned of the mark they share, he’d keep his promise and keep each other close to their sides. As a friend, as a potential lover, but most importantly as soulmates that would never have to live without the other. 

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[frost-queen]

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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[gh0stlyfixation]

Hide and Seek

“Mmm, mommy. Wanna play hide and seek?” Your four-year-old asked.

“Baby, I’m nursing your baby sister. Why don’t you ask daddy?” You said with a smile.

“But daddy has super hearing and I’d lose super quick.” Your daughter pouted.

“What about daddy?” Elijah asked with a grin.

“I know you heard me.” She mumbled.

“Lijah, she wants to play hide and seek. I’m a little occupied.” You said with a shrug showing the baby latched on your nipple. “And she thinks your gonna cheat with your “super hearing”.” You explained to him.

“Fleur, I can turn it off. Come on, let’s play!” He convinced.

Her face broke into a large smile that you knew Elijah couldn’t resist. He loved seeing his girls happy, it’s all he wanted. “Okay, but your gonna lose!” She declared with a jump.

“Are you challenging me?” He teased.

She giggled and ran off trying to find a perfect spot. “Better start counting. Maybe you can find me next. It's almost bedtime.” You whispered while standing up and walking to the bedroom with a smirk.

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[perseephoneee]

christmas tree farm (elijah mikaelson x f!reader)

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 2 of ficmas!

prompt: you like drawing one of the workers at the local Christmas tree farm

a/n: this took so long and i'm so sorry but also this is my dream. like, yes, let me find elijah at a Christmas tree farm. i love him your honor.

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There’s never a great reason to go to a Christmas tree farm every day, yet you did it without reason.

Well, one reason.

The Mikaelson Tree Farm was only four blocks from your apartment, and initially you went to help your friend, Bonnie, pick out a tree. It was the day after Thanksgiving, but she was excited since it was her first time getting a tree alone. She convinced you with a promised cup of hot cocoa, and you found yourself at the expansive farm. What made it better than others was that an arborist owned it, so they understood the novelty of trees better than anyone.

You had brought your sketchbook along as well. As the quarter was close to ending, you were working hard on your animation final. Not that you were an art major by any means, but you liked to draw as a hobby, and when an opportunity arose to take an art class, you did so happily. Now, though, you had to do a short animation for your final, which meant lots and lots of panels. 

“Do you think this one is too dense?” Bonnie asked, taking careful steps around a Douglas Fir. You peered at it, continuing to shade out its leaves in your journal. 

“Depends on how many ornaments you want to shove in there,” you mumbled, adding a few people to the background of your illustration. 

“I’ve got a good amount that I inherited from Grams,” Bonnie sighed. 

“Then you might want some more space.”

“You’re probably right,” Bonnie looked around, hands on her hips and breath fogging before her. “Plus, this would shed a lot.”

“You’d probably want a Nordmann then,” a smooth voice said from behind you. Both you and Bonnie turned to the source of the voice, and you felt yourself freeze up as you took in the handsome man behind you. He wore a red flannel with a cargo jacket, and you wondered how he wasn’t cold. “Sorry for bothering you. My family owns the farm; I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“So, you know things about trees,” you said, holding your notebook close to your chest. 

“Yes…I know about trees,” he smiled.

“Like the Lorax,” you blurted out, feeling your eyes widen. You could almost hear the look of disappointment on Bonnie’s face. The man chuckled, though, albeit with little confusion. 

“I’m Elijah,” he said, shaking Bonnie’s hand and yours. 

“Nordmann, why would I want that?” Bonnie inquired, pivoting to your previous conversation. 

“Nordmanns don’t shed,” Elijah explained. “They have a blue tone underneath their leaves and are also pretty.”

“Very nice,” Bonnie nudged you, and you sent her a look of approval. “Show me a Nordmann.”

Bonnie ended up choosing a six-foot-tall Nordmann that she affectionately named “Norman the Nordmann.” Elijah and one of his brothers cut the tree down for her and carried it back to her car. Frankly, the level of attraction you felt watching a man carrying a tree over his shoulder was embarrassing, but you didn’t care. You just said thank you in a meek voice and left with Bonnie to decorate her tree. Still, you couldn’t get Elijah out of your mind. 

Plus, as you spent time working on your animation final, you realized that one of your characters started to look more and more like Elijah. 

Which is how you kept ending up at the Christmas tree farm. 

You couldn’t just show up and sit around waiting to see Elijah walk by. That would be incredibly humiliating for you. So, instead, after your third time going to the farm and lurking in the trees like a creeper, you decided to buy a wreath. The farm had a tiny little hut selling wreaths, ornaments, hot cocoa, and more. They even had a photo album full of pictures of their customers from over the years. One of the sisters always sat in the hut, reading a new book each day, and finally pointed out that you always came in but never bought anything, which is how you ended up with a beautiful wreath you hung up in your apartment. Feeling guilty, you came back the next day and bought another wreath. You always bought a wreath and free hot cocoa after you finished sketching the farm (and Elijah). You realized at some point you should probably buy a tree and move on from your infatuation, but that would involve confronting your wiles, which would simply be unacceptable. 

Today was week three, thirteen wreaths later. You curled up in the corner of the farm with your journal, burrowing into your scarf to fight off the chill. You already had several panels drawn of the day in and day out of the farm, but now you were debating tearing yourself away and drawing Freya (your hot cocoa provider and sister who reads inside the wreath hut) through the acts of reading. Something blocked your light though, as you were drawing, and you looked up to see Elijah hovering over you. Your eyes widened. 

“You have come in every day, you realize that?” he asked, hands in his pockets and a slight smirk on his lips. You likely looked like a deer in the headlights. 

“I like trees,” you answered, immediately looking down at your hands as your brain screamed WHAT ARE YOU DOING? 

“Like the Lorax?” Elijah smirked, and you felt your jaw drop as he recalled your first day. 

“I can go,” you said, starting to get up, but Elijah put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. The heat from his hand spread throughout your arm like fire to a forest. 

“You don’t have to leave,” he dropped his hand, fiddling with the cuffs of his flannel. “I just noticed that you have never gotten a tree.”

“I haven’t.”

“Do you want one?” He gestured towards the plethora of Christmas trees around you, and you started feeling like a mouse cornered by a cat. A very attractive cat. 

“I could…get a tree,” you crossed your arms, hugging yourself. Putting your journal back in your bag, you gave Elijah your name and followed him deeper into the tree line. He showed you several different variants, explaining their pros and cons, but you stopped at a four-foot Noble that was more sparse on one side and slightly crooked. “I like him.”

Elijah looked at the tree you were pointing at and raised an eyebrow as if to ask seriously? You had a small smile as you circled your crooked, kind of terrible, tree. It was imperfect, and it’s why you liked it. Elijah sighed but agreed to give you the tree. He cut it down himself (it was small enough), and you checked out with Freya, who laughed at you finally buying a tree. 

“Where’s your car?” Elijah asked, tree propped up against him. 

“Oh, uh, I don’t have one,” you stammered. You realize you can’t get a tree home without a car. “I walked.”

“You walked,” Elijah said plainly. You were thinking that he probably thought you were an idiot. 

“I live four blocks away.”

“Alright… let's go,” Elijah sighed, hoisting the tree over his shoulder. 

“Uh, excuse me?” You held out your hands to stop him. 

“To take your tree home.”

“I can take my own tree home, thank you very much.” Elijah stared at you with a blank expression. He would’ve made an excellent diplomat if he wasn’t busy cutting down trees. You stared right back, trying your best to assert dominance. His eyes stared into yours deeply, and finally you relented. “Fine, you can take my tree home,” you mumbled, feeling frustrated as a smile broke across his face. 

“Lead the way,” he gestured. You stalk a guy for weeks, and now he’s coming to your apartment with a tree you didn’t intend to buy. You thought that Bonnie would’ve gotten a kick out of this. He follows you out of the lot and onto the street, keeping quiet as he carries the tree with no complaints. You wonder how much he could bench press if he lifted the tree like it was nothing. You got to your building, a little four-story brick apartment, and let him in. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the plethora of wreaths lining the doors in the hall. “Are these all…?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “I’m the building manager, so I gave everyone a wreath.” Elijah still looked surprised but didn’t say anything else as he followed you to your apartment door tucked into the corner of the first floor. You wiggled your lock before slamming your shoulder into the door to open it. “It gets stuck sometimes,” you explained, opening the door further for Elijah to enter. 

With Elijah peering around your place, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. It was a small place. The layout was straightforward. Your front door opened into your small kitchen, with the bathroom to the right. Your living room was just a couch, a TV you got from your aunt, and a coffee table. You didn’t have a dining room, just a tiny breakfast nook you haggled off Facebook Marketplace. Your bedroom was off the living room, just a bed and a desk. The thing that sold you on the apartment, though was the beautiful circular window behind the couch and the fact you got cheap rent in a city as long as you acted as building manager. 

“Where would you like to put your tree?” Elijah inquired. 

“I guess over here is fine,” you walked over to the space between the wall and your couch, currently inhabited by your basket of yarn that you use for knit projects. 

“Do you have a tree stand?” He put the tree down against the wall. You kept your mouth shut as you watched realization flash across his face. “You bought a tree without a tree stand?”

“I didn’t intend to buy a tree,” you defend yourself. Elijah lets out a small sigh of exasperation, fidgeting with the tree so it can lean on its own. 

“I’ll be right back,” Elijah exits before you can say anything. You glare at the tree, internally blaming it for your current predicament. Keeping busy, you started a pot of coffee in your kitchen while you hunted around for something to decorate the tree with. You came back with a basket of crochet stars and some twine. Maybe you could make a garland and then harass Bonnie for some twinkle lights. You know she had them; she covered her entire place in them like it was Tinkerbell’s house. As you were stringing stars onto your twine, you heard a knock on your door before Elijah entered, box in hand. “Alright, I got you a tree stand, and Freya sent me with ornaments.”

“She’s a good egg,” you smiled, helping him with the box as he started fitting the tree into the stand. 

“That she is,” he laughed, sending you a grin that made your stomach perform cartwheels. You laid out the ornaments Freya sent on your counter, smiling at the cute little animals. She even sent along a glitter-covered mushroom. Your coffee machine dinged, and you moved to pour yourself a cup. 

“Do you want coffee? I got vanilla syrup,” you offered, holding up a reindeer mug. 

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Elijah smiled. You made him a small latte, as you enjoyed any chance to perfect your latte art. You went to a Korean cafe once and watched them craft a bear, and since then have forced yourself to learn how to do the same. You added a little heart, and handed the latte to Elijah who looked at it fondly. “You’re very creative.” He looked at the star garland you had discarded from earlier. “Did you make this?”

“Yeah…it’s the only decor I have,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your coffee and enjoying the warmth seeping into your bones. Elijah picked up the garland and started wrapping it around the tree, making sure each branch was evenly spaced and that the stars were visible. 

“Do all customers get you decorating their tree?” you asked, the corner of your mouth lifting up in a smile. 

“Just the ones I like,” Elijah responded, his back still towards you. You felt your cheeks flush at his comment. He was likely just flattering you. He stepped away from the tree when he was done, and your eyes lit up as you took in his careful work. 

“Well, thank you,” you coughed, putting your coffee down on the counter and shuffling on your feet. You expected Elijah to make a move to leave, but he stayed there, staring at you with thoughtful eyes. He really had very kind eyes, the type you felt at ease under. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Elijah’s brows furrowed, his fingers dancing over the buttons of his cuffs as he looked at you inquisitively. You nodded to let him continue. “Why did you come to the farm everyday?”

“Honestly?” you laughed, glancing away. “I liked to draw you.”

“Draw me?”

“Yeah…it’s silly, isn’t it?” you rubbed the back of your neck, your arms wrapping around to curl more into yourself. 

“May I see?”

“See what?”

“The drawings,” Elijah dared a step closer to you. He smelled like the trees he cultivated, rich and earthy. You felt that if someone were to be personified as a rainy forest, he would be that person. You walked over to your bag, nervously pulling out your sketchbook and handing it to him. His fingers brushed yours, but you quickly pulled away. You hated people looking at your work, so you kept yourself busy by cleaning up the kitchen. You could hear the flipping of the pages, and with each turn the coil in your stomach grew tighter. You were so nervous, you felt like you could break at any moment. What if he hated the drawings? You could never recover. When you heard the thud of the book closing, you dared turning towards Elijah and felt your heart clench as you met his gaze. 

“My brother would hate you,” Elijah said, putting your sketchbook carefully on the kitchen counter. “You’re a much better artist than him.”

“Oh,” you responded, some pressure alleviating in your chest. 

“You captured me very kindly,” Elijah smiled, stepping around the kitchen island to get closer to you. You instinctively took a step back. 

“I see you very kindly,” you whispered, your voice soft on his ears. “It was for a class animation, I…hope I didn’t offend you.”

“You couldn’t offend me,” Elijah reassured. “You make me feel appreciated.”

“Are you not?” 

“A family as large as mine,” Elijah sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s easy to lose sight of things.”

“Well, I see you…if that matters,” you said. Your heart was running a race with how fast it was beating. Elijah grabbed your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles like you were a precious artifact. 

“Y/N,” Elijah started, biting his lip in thought. “I’m glad that you kept coming back.” You noticed that his fingers were calloused and rough, likely from all the work of the farm. “I would like to take you out, if that’s alright.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly, earning a smile from the man in front of you. “I would like that a lot.” Elijah tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before glancing back at your sketchbook. 

“May I see the animation, when its done?”

“Of course.”

“Can I give you something?” Elijah questioned, turning back to look at you. You nodded slowly, unsure of what he was thinking. Elijah leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. His hands came up to cup your head, his fingers brushing through the strands of your hair. He was gentle, but firm, and you found yourself tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. Kissing him felt like first snowfall, or when you learned you had a day off from school. He pulled away, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth and the top of your head. 

“That was a good gift,” you whispered, enjoying the deep chuckle that emanated from Elijah. “Does this mean I can stop buying Christmas wreaths?” That earned an even bigger laugh. 

“You really are an enigma,” Elijah smiled, kissing you again on your lips. 

Oh yes, you guess there is a very good reason to go to a Christmas Tree Farm every day

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[imagines4thefandoms]

Little Miracle

“Elijah, where are you,” you whispered as you wandered through the woods.

There was still no answer. Elijah has been courting you for months now and he had his sister Rebekah deliver a message. ‘Meet me at our spot in the woods at sundown.’ You have been waiting by the giant rock for almost an hour and he still hasn’t shown.

“I did not go through the trouble of sneaking out to be abandoned Elijah,” you whisper yelled.

You were sitting on the rock waiting when a pair of hands covered your eyes. You freaked out and attacked the person behind you. Using the techniques, Elijah had taught you a few things to defend yourself you nocked the person off the rock and they et out a pained groan.

“It's me,” Elijah groaned holding his ribs.

“Oh Eli I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed jumping off the rock and running to his side. “What took you so long?”

He let out another pained groan after you slapped his shoulder. After glaring at him for a minute longer, you helped him up and leaned him against the rock.

“Father was in one of his moods and I did not want to leave Klaus til I knew father was asleep. And do not be sorry. I'm glad you remembered the things I taught you just maybe do not use them against me,” he explained holding your hand.

The two of you sat against the rock holding hands til Elijah pulled you onto his lap where you were straddling him. You pushed away from him and looked around to make sure no one was around.

“Elijah if we get caught my father will…,” you started to say but were interrupted when he pressed his lips against yours.

“No one knows where we are,” he said as his hands ran up your thighs under your dress. “Besides it will not matter much longer.”

You tossed your head back when Elijah’s lips went to your neck and his hand cupped your butt. As he was kissing your neck he pulled you against his lap. You gripped his shoulders and continued to grind your hip against his as you kissed his neck.

“Wait what do you mean,” you pushed away from him looking into his eyes.

Reluctantly he removed his hands from your ass and grabbed a ring from his pouch. It was a silver band with a green stone. “Mother said the stone represents the heart and it's supposed to be a protection,” he said holding the ring in one hand and your hand in the other.

“Elijah what are you doing,” you asked with tears in your eyes.

“Marry me. I do not want to have to steal these moments with you any longer. I want to kiss you in front of everyone. I want the world to know you are mine,” he said holding the ring over your finger and waiting for your answer.

You were too emotional to speak, so you just nodded your head and watched as the love of your life slide the ring on your finger. You stared at it for a few seconds but were brought back to reality when Elijah’s hands went back to your thighs.

“Let's go find the priest right now,” you suggested as you grabbed his face and kissed him again.

“No one besides us is awake at this hour, love,” he replied laughing.

“Then we can wake them up. I do not want to wait longer,” you whined resting your forehead against his neck.

“We are going to have to wait. But I know how we can pass the time,” he suggested as his hands roamed higher and higher under your dress.

His hands stopped just below your breast. While he pulled back to look into your eyes, his thumb stroked the underside of your breast. A small moan escaped your throat driving Elijah made. He quickly removed his hands and pulled the dress off you. As soon as he threw the dress over the rock his mouth went to your right breast while he played with the left one. You ground your hips against his growing erection and brought your hands down to untie his pants.

“I love you,” Elijah confessed kissing the space between your breast.

“I need you, Eli,” you gasped running your hands through his hair.

Suddenly Elijah rolled you guys over and has hovering over you. Your hands went back to trying to take his clothes off when he pulled his shirt off them pinned your hands above your head. You let out a small laugh as he struggled to take his pants off with one hand.

“I could help you,” you teased lifting your hips up to get some sort of relief.

“You’re impatient love,” he smirked finally getting his pants just low enough.

Your eyes traveled from his eye down his bare chest to his erect cock. The tip was red and leaking. You were too busy admiring the man on top of you that you didn’t notice his free hand pull your underwear down til you felt him push two fingers into you. You let out a moan and moved your hips trying to get him to go deeper.

“First thing in the morning, we are going to the priest my love,” he said stroking that one spot that makes your mind go blank. “We are going to move to the edge of town away from my father. It will just be the two of us and I will have you naked on our bed every night til the day we die.”

He removed his finger but before you could protest the action he plunged himself into you and rested his two hands on either side of your head, freeing your hands. You took the opportunity to run your finger through his hair and touch every part of him. His eyes bore into yours as he removed himself and plugged back into you with an almost punishing force.

“No one is going to take you away from me. You are mine and I am yours,” he said picking up his pace.

You were too lost in the pleasure to speak so you only just nodded your head and dug your nails into his back so deep that you broke the skin. Bringing your hands to his neck, you brought his lips to yours and kissed him like it was the last kiss you were ever going to have. This man was consuming your mind, body, and soul. You found yourself doing things you were not supposed to be doing. It wasn’t long til you lost control and the pleasure of the act filled every cell of your body.

“I LOVE YOU,” he grunted with each thrust before his pace slowed and he eventually stilled inside of you.

Both of you were covered in sweat and dirt and scratches, either from the twigs on the ground or the others hand. He remained in you as he pushed your hair out of your face and looked into your eyes.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever and will ever meet,” he said placing a small kiss on your nose.

“I love you too Elijah,” you said pulling him in for another kiss.

After another minute Elijah pulled himself out of you and pulled a blanket from a giant crack in the rock. It was a rather large blanket, large enough for both of you to lay one so the dirt and leaves will no longer be a bother and larger enough to cover both of you so you were not exposed to the world.

“Where did this come from,” you asked resting your head on his still bare chest and feeling the blanket.

“I had Rebekah make it so I can lay here with you a bit longer. I don’t like just leaving after,” he said kissing your temple.

“Rebekah willingly made you a blanket,” you asked skeptically.

“I promised to teach her some sword work and I told her it was for you so she was more willing to make it.”

“Well remind me to thank her. It is very comfortable,” you sighed looking up at the night sky.

The dark sky was filled with stars but it was a cloudy night to you occasionally catch a glance of them when the clouds moved. Being there in Elijah’s arms was so warming and after being tired from your intimate actions you fell asleep. You woke up late to Elijah stroking your arm.

He was kneeling next to you fully clothed holding your dress over his shoulders.

“How long have I been asleep,” you asked sitting up and stretching.

The blanket fell and was no longer covering your bare body. Elijah’s eyes wandered over your chest and noticed some faint bite makes all over. Pride filled his chest knowing that he had marked you. Realizing Elijah was distracted you snapped your fingers in his face bringing him back to you.

“Um four hours maybe, you should return home before your parent realize you are gone,” he informed standing back put and leaning against the rock.

He placed the dress on the rock and crossed his arms waiting for you to get up and walk towards him for the dress. He admired every inch of your body as you stood up. You grabbed your dress and quickly got dressed. Elijah walked over to you and plucked a leaf out of your hair causing you to laugh.

“How is it that you never get things stuck in your hair,” you asked grabbing the leaf and tossing it to the ground. “I always look terrible after.”

“You can never look terrible,” he reassured you griping the back of your neck. “And I take the leaves and twigs out before you wake. I don’t want to look terrible.”

You slapped his chest and started walking away from him. He let you get a couple of feet ahead of him while he shoved the blanket back in the crack. Once he was able to catch up to you he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around.

“Elijah put me down,” you laughed holding tight to his arms. You knew he wouldn’t drop you but you felt a bit uneasy not having your feet on the ground.

“Yes, wife,” he obeyed putting you down and kissing your neck.

“I'm not your wife yet,” you turned around to face him.

“Soon,” he said holding you against him.

He let you go but still held your hand as the two of you walked to the edge of the forest. The village started to come into view which slowed your steps. It wasn’t like you couldn’t see Elijah in the morning but he couldn’t hold you like you wanted him to. But that wouldn’t stay like that for long. He turned you to face him as if he could read your mind.

“Hey. As soon as I wake up I’m going to tell my parents that I'm going to ask for your hand. Then I’m going to run over to your house and talk to your parents. i won’t have to sneak off to kiss you,” he reassured you.

“But we will still have to wait for the ceremony,” you sighed knowing the two of you have to wait a couple of weeks to plan everything.

“Or we can tell them how I have already taken your innocents and you are carrying my child,” he said placing his hand over your stomach.

“Stop we do not know that,” you said actually hoping you were. “And my parent would poss disown me if you tell them I’ve laid with you before we were wed.”

You took a deep breath and took the ring off your hand and gave it back to Elijah. “You can give this back tomorrow.”

“Then you will never take it off again,” he said hating that he was going back home with the ring.

You woke up smiling when your husband walked in with a trey of food. He waited for you to sit up before he put the tray on your lap and got back in bed with you.

“What has brought that beautiful smile to your face darling,” he asked placing a kiss on your temple as you took a sip of coffee.

“I dreamt about the night before you asked me to marry you,” you smiled up at Elijah.

“And why would you be dreaming about that,” he asked smugly as he stole a piece of bacon.

“Maybe because over 1000 years ago today we got married for the first time,” you said stealing back your bacon.

Elijah tried to feign forgetfulness but you know Elijah never forgets a single anniversary. And if he ever missed one because a certain hybrid got made a daggered him, Elijah would wish you away for a little catch-up vacation. You kept staring at him waiting for him to give up on his joke as you ate the food he brought you. He gave you a knowing smile and got up and walked over to the closet. He came back out a few minutes later with a box.

“Elijah we said no gifts,” you scorned him moving the tray off your lap.

He gave you the box and took the tray to put it on the nightstand. You looked down at the box and then back at your husband who doesn’t listen.

“Eli,” you whined crossing your arms.

“Sweetheart just open it. I didn’t spend any money at all. I actually found it so I wouldn’t classify it as a gift.”

Reluctantly you opened the box and saw that inside was a tattered blanket. It was the blanket. The one Rebekah made decades ago. The one you thought was lost when Micheal chased you out of New Orleans 100 years ago.

“Elijah how,” you asked taking it out of the box and wrapping it around your body.

“Marcel said he kept some of our things that survived the fire in the basement and I decided to dig through a few boxes and I found it. There are a few holes and it’s close to falling apart but I wanted you to see it's still around before I get it mended.”

He noticed how you held your arms open for a hug and he pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped the blanket around him. This blanket was more than a reminder of the night he proposed to you. It was a reminder of your life as a human. Of your life back home before the world got flipped upside down and set ablaze.

“I love you,” you said kissing his neck.

“We go drop it off then walk around the city,” he suggested rubbing your back.

You nodded your head as you threw the blanket off your shoulders and ran into the closet to get dressed for the day. Elijah was waiting downstairs for you. He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your hand. You were holding a bag with the blanket in your other hand but he took it from you. The two of you were about to leave when you hear Klaus call for Elijah.

“Sorry Niklaus but I'm taking a day off from your problems and spending the day with my wife,” Elijah said still walking away from his brother.

“I just wanted to wish the two of you a happy anniversary and I promise not to kill anyone or make a new enemy today. My gift to you,” he said engulfing you two in a hug.

“How kind of you Klaus,” you said skeptically as you patted his back.

“Now off you go you two love birds,” he said going back to whatever he was doing before.

As soon as you stepped outside the house it felt like before you became a vampire. There was no one trying to kill you and life was simple. You enjoyed this mundane moment with your husband. New Orleans was buzzing with life. So much that you could almost forget you were dead. You pass street performers and artists and those men who present to be statues. There was no single aspect of the city you hated.

“There is a seamstress just around the corner, we can get some coffee after,” Elijah stated as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I never say no to coffee, love,” you responded pushing him with your hip.

He let out a small laugh and then lead the way to the seamstress. The front of the store had gorgeous dresses from multiple time periods. You were pretty sure you owned most of them from back in the day. There was one that reminded you of when you and Elijah had one of your honeymoons back during the renaissance period. It was simple and much shorter than was socially acceptable back then but Elijah had brought you to a secluded cabin so you didn’t have to worry about being shunned or judged.

You kept looking around while Elijah brought the blanket to the counter. He was handed a ticket and stood behind you while you admired the other dresses.

“I had this exact dress,” you said feeling the fabric.

“Do you want it, love,” he asked remembering the dress you were talking about. It was right after you fled home. It was the first thing you bought.

“God no. Today’s standards for fashion may have downgraded but I do not miss the corsets.”

You took his hands and lead him out of the store and straight to the nearest coffee shop. Elijah ordered your coffee while you sat down at a table by the window and watched the people in the city. You were pulled from your people-watching when your husband placed your coffee on the table and sat across from you.

“What if we went on another honeymoon next month,” he suggested taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh how about Disney or we can go back to bora bora, no a cruise,” you said full of excitement.

“Whatever you want love,” he stated grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You were about to tell Elijah to stop being so lovey-dovey and pick a destination when you heard a child crying. You turned your head to the side and tried to focus on the sound. Noticing you focusing on something he tried to listen to but you ran out of the coffee shop. Elijah ran after you questioning what was wrong but you ignored him til you found the child. You were 3 blocks away when you saw a little boy balled up against a building crying.

“Hey buddy what’s wrong,” you asked the boy once you got to his side.

“I can’t find my mommy,” he cried lifting his head.

“What’s her name,” Elijah asked crouching in front of you too.

“I'm not supposed to talk to strangers,” the kid said sitting up straight and wiping the tears off his cheeks.

“Ok I'm (y/n) and this is my husband Elijah, and your right we could be freaks,” you said standing up. “Well, we are going to get ice cream I have enough for 3 people. I wonder who will get the last once.”

You grabbed Elijah and started to walk away but stopped when the little boy spoke up.

“I like ice cream,” he said wiping the dirt off his hands. “And I’m scared to be out here alone. I'm jack.”

“Well hello, Jack. Would you like to come get ice cream and then we can go look for your mom,” Elijah asked.

“Yes please, Elijah,” he said walking between you and Elijah.

The closest ice cream shop was a bit of a way away but the area you found the kid wasn’t the safest part of your beloved city. And you knew that if Jack was your son you would want someone to take him somewhere safer and help him. The ice cream parlor you found was packed with people but Elijah made sure that he grabbed a table.

“What kind of ice cream do you want,” Elijah asked standing and blocking the other customers from you two.

“Chocolate,” Jack stated excitingly.

“Okay, Chocolate and mint chip,” Elijah said repeating the order before he walked over to the counter.

“Eww you like mint chip,” Jack exclaimed with a look of disgust. “It tastes like toothpaste.”

“Maybe I like toothpaste,” you replied scrunching your nose at the child.

“You are a freak,” he laughed.

“No I’m old, old people love mint chip.”

“You don’t look old,” Jack said moving his head as if checking all your angles to see if he can find a wrinkle.

“Why thank you, Jack.”

Elijah came back carrying 3 ice cream cones. He handed Jack his chocolate, you your mint chip and he had a vanilla. Elijah sat next to Jack once again blocking him from the other customers. Jack sat there happily eating his ice cream. You kept your focus on Jack while Elijah tried to see is anyone in the area was looking for Jack. After a few minutes, he shook his head indicating he didn’t hear anything.

“How old are you jack,” you asked handing him a napkin and seeing how his face was covered in chocolate.

“I'm 7 1/2,” he announced before wiping his face clean.

“Wow you are a lot braver than I was at 7,” Elijah said turning to look at Jack.

“7 1/2 honey,” you said kicking his leg and reprimanding him for jack’s sake.

“I'm a big kid I have to be brave.”

“Do you know where you live,” you asked him.

“I can’t remember the address but my mom is a witch and has a shop,” Jack said looking down a bit ashamed he could remember his address.

“I know a lot of witches. What’s your mom’s name,” Elijah asked picking up the trash off the table and putting it in the trash can right by the table.

“Juliette LaMontgane.”

“Well let’s start heading to where most of the witch shops are and when Eli finds your mother’s address we will bring you home,” you suggested standing up.

The three of you exited the ice cream parlor and headed toward the French Quarter. Jack grabbed your hand as soon as you stepped outside. Elijah was on the other side of the jack and kept glancing over at the two of you. The sight of you with a child hurt. Before Henrik died and his mother turned you and his siblings he planned on having multiple children with you. He never wanted the house he would build for you to be silent.

While you loved the decades and century you had with Elijah, like Rebecca you wished to be human. You wanted kids with the man you love. You had been pregnant before you were turned but a lot of things were lost the night Henrik died. You hadn’t told Elijah right away not wanting to add to his loss but you did tell him decades later while you were babysitting for your friend in the 1300s.

It didn’t take long for Elijah to find the address for Jack’s mother. It was a bit of a way away so Elijah flagged down a taxi and took it the rest of the way.

“(Y/n) do you think my mom was mad when she noticed I was gone,” Jack asked looking out the window.

“Did you run away,” you asked him?

“Yes, I wanted to find my dad. He left a couple of months ago and I miss him.”

“I can promise you that your mom is more worried than mad,” you reassured him giving him a small hug.

“Are you a mom,” he asked looking between you and Elijah.

“No, we can’t have kids but I just know. And you can ask Elijah I’m always right.”

Jack looked to Elijah checking if she was right and he gave his a nod. “I have always listened to her and it has never steered me wrong.”

The taxi stopped in front of Jack’s mother’s shop. He jumped out of the car and ran straight inside and into his mother's arms.

“Oh jack I’ve been worried sick,” the older woman cried.

Besides Juliette and Jack, there was an officer in the shop. Juliette had called the police once she notice Jack wasn’t in his room. You went to talk to her while Elijah told the cops where you found Jack.

“Thank you so much,” Juliette cried giving you a hug.

“I just did what anyone would do. You have a brave kid there,” you said ruffling up jack’s hair.

“Thank you (y/n),” Juliette said again. “I know who you are. I'm indebted to you.”

“Nonsense. Spending the morning with Jack has been a treat. You don’t owe us anything,” you reassured her when Elijah walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You just stay out of trouble,” Elijah said walking over to jack and holding his hand out. “Listen to your mother.”

“Yes sir,” Jack said smiling and he gave Elijah a hug.

After he let jack go, you and Elijah left to continue your day. Before your got too far jack came running out of the shop with 2 string brackets.

“Here you go. I made them myself,” he said grabbing your wrist and tying it tight. He did the same to Elijah then ran back into the shop leaving you two on the street.

You let out a single tear imagining what could have been. Elijah suggested we head back home and you agreed that you just want to be in bed for the rest of the day. As you walked back to the compound you started thinking about what your child would look like.

“I've always liked Bella for a girl,” you said resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder.

“And for a boy,” he asked turning to place a kiss on your head.

“Oliver.”

“I wish I could give you that,” he said stopping and pulling you tight against him

“I know but as long as I have you I will be okay. But it could be a good thing cause the kid would have Klaus as an uncle and he would turn our child into a complete nightmare,” you joked.

“You are probably right,” he laughed with you. “Klaus would make your life a living hell.”

The rest of the walk home was very enjoyable. It had become one of those days where the weather wasn’t unbearably hot. As soon as you entered the compound you heard Klaus and Hope playing in his art room. Elijah lead you up to your shared room and just pulled you onto the bed. He held you in his arms and you mourned the life you should of have.

Two hours later Elijah got a phone call from the seamstress saying the blanket was ready so he went to go get it and some lunch. While he was out you went downstairs to get some Hope time. Klaus and Hope were still finger painting. When she saw you hope clapped her hands causing the paint to go everywhere.

“Sorry,” you laughed walking in and helping Klaus clean up the mess.

“It's alright. How has your day been,” he asked picking the paint up so Hope didn’t make the mess bigger while you were cleaning.

“It's been fine,” you said picking Hope up and just holding her tight.

“Ah, I see,” he said noticing the tear fall from your eyes as you held onto his daughter as your life depended on it.

“We found a lost boy and brought him to his mom. I know it’s never going to happen I just don’t know what hurts so much today.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to let you take her. She is very exhausting,” he joked placing the canvas they were working on the display.

“I will another day just needed Hope's hugs,” you said tickling the 1-year-olds sides causing her to giggle like crazy.

“Hub,” Hope shouted squeezing you tight.

You spun her around a little but stopped when she gave another shout at the sight of Elijah. Hope basically jumped from your arms and into his. Since your arms were free you helped Klaus finish cleaning.

For the rest of the day, you and Elijah stay in your room. You stay in bed in each other's arms. Occasionally thinking about the life you could have had. But mostly celebrating how much you love each other.

It has been 2 months since your anniversary and you have been too busy to think about the little boy and all the feelings it brought back. Klaus was a man to his word. He didn’t cause any trouble, he let you and Elijah have a day. But Klaus was still Klaus and it seems like his restraint lasted til 12:01. And honestly you and Elijah were still trying to fix things. Had to stop someone from killing Klaus. Then had to make peace with the wolves and the witches. Hell, even Rebecca was peeved at her brother. But things were starting to get better except for you. There was something wrong with you but you kept it hidden from everyone. You felt queasy and hot and constantly hungry but you weren’t bitten by a wolf. There were times when you were scared to eat cause you knew you would throw it up. But it kept getting worse. You occasionally had trouble keeping the blood down.

After a while, Elijah noticed how pale you looked. Sometimes while you slept he would check your body for wolf bites. He even had Freya see if you were cursed by the witches but nothing. If you were human he would just think you had a cold but you did not and it was getting more and more worried. But he kept quiet cause you still haven’t told him you felt bad.

“Darling how was your day,” Elijah asked walking into the library where you sat and read.

“Delightfully relaxing, no one bothered to be today. Besides you but I love when you bother me,” you answered putting your book down and tilting your head up to kiss him.

Elijah placed a glass of blood on the table next to you and sat on the couch across. He smiled at your comment and thought how he was glad he told everyone to leave you alone for the day. Hoping you were just exhausted from all the Klaus drama and everything. “Well I did promise to bother you always and forever,” he said taking a sip from his glass as he kept an eye on you.

“Eli are you ok you look terrible,” you asked finally really looking at your husband. The skin around his eye was darker and his hair was a little messier.

“I haven’t been sleeping well that's all,” he said. And it was the truth. He hasn’t been sleeping well cause he has been worried about you. While you on the other hand have been sleeping a lot more than normal.

“Oh babe, why,” you asked grabbing your glass and raising it to your lips but not taking a sip yet.

“You know me, darling I’m worried about this family. It's just been a lot lately.”

“Well you can’t take care of us if you don’t take care of yourself,” you told him as he mentally scoffed at the hypocrisy of your words.

You took a sip of your blood and were actually starting to feel better but then your stomach churned and you threw up the blood you just drank and the food you were able to hold down earlier. Elijah quickly got out of his chair and got to your side as he held your hair back and stroked your back.

“Ok enough love, what is going on with you,” he asked taking his handkerchief and wiping the blood and other fluids from your lips.

“I don’t know,” you said sitting up as you started to feel better. “I can’t eat and when I do I can hardly keep it down. I'm sweaty and hot and sleep all the time.”

“But not bite. And your not cursed,” Elijah said helping you up and bringing you to the room. “I’ve noticed how you haven’t been yourself.” He replied when you gave him a confused look. “I’m getting you to bed then having Freya come to see if there is anything she can do.”

After he got you in bed he ran down to grab Freya. When they got back to the room, Elijah ran onto the bed and held your hand. Freya brought her bag of magical things and placed it on the floor. She got out what looked like sage and lit one end and waved it over your body. Her face contorted as she continued her motion and chanting witchy words.

“Freya what is it,” Elijah asked.

“There is something but it's not a curse its almost like an amplifier. It gives energy,” she explained. This go around Freya slowed and waved the sage over every inch of your body trying to find the source.

Her waving stopped at the bracket you were given by jack 2 months ago.

“What is this? Where did you get this,” she asked raising her hand and getting a good look at the bracelet.

“It was a gift from a little boy,” you said grabbing Elijah's hand.

Freya explained how the bracelet was charmed and could poss be the reason that you were sick. It was nothing like she has seen before.

“If you want this broken whatever this is you need to talk to the witch who spelled it. I can try to counteract it or slow it down but I have to fully understand what it is first.”

“So I’m a Guiana pig today,” you asked joking.

“Don’t worry love, I’m going to find Juliette and get her to take this curse away,” Elijah said kissing your forehead.

“Eli, don’t hurt her. Jack has no one else, besides whatever it is it can’t kill me.”

“But it is causing you to suffer. I will make things better,” he said giving your hand a mental squeeze and leaving for Juliette’s shop.

Elijah ran out of the compound ignoring the calls from his brother and sister. All he could focus on was his wife. He felt a rage build up in him that he has never felt before. Not even when his wife has been taken or daggered by Klaus. Cause in all those times he knew that she was going to be okay. He knew the danger but now he doesn’t. While it's not the white oak stake it's an unknown danger threatening his reason for existence.

When he got to the shop, Elijah was almost knocked off his feet by jack hugging him.

“I didn’t think I would see you again,” jack said looking up at him.

“I'm here to see your mother,” Elijah told him returning a quick hug and ruffing up his hair.

Juliette was standing behind the counter watching Elijah with a knowing smile.

“What did you do to her,” Elijah asked once he got to the counter. “What kind of curse did you put on my wife.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t curse her,” Juliette said with a confused look on her face.

“Momma doesn’t do curses. What’s wrong with (y/n),” Jack asked walkup up behind Elijah.

“Always too hot and sweating. Sleeps too much can’t eat anything food or blood,” he said looking at Juliette like she asked the question. “Sounds like she is sick but she’s a vampire she can’t get sick. And there is something about the brackets we got from this store that is affecting her.” Elijah took off his bracelet and put it on the counter. “Whatever magic you put on these take it off.”

Without even taking a look at the bracelet Juliette shook her head and looked at Elijah. “It's not a curse it is a gift,” she said pushing the bracelet back to Elijah.

“How is watching her suffer in pain a gift,” Elijah asked raising his voice.

“I put a sort of wishing spell on it. When someone is wearing it and they make a wish with their whole heart it comes true. But the bracelet must stay one til it is complete. I’ve been watching you two for months. If what I have seen in your eyes every time you pass a child or a playground, it must stay on for the whole 9 months,” Juliette explained.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s with child. You two are having a baby.”

“We are vampires. She cannot have one.”

“The magic in the Bracelet is powerful and only works for those who have no evil intentions. I'm guessing she feels empty without a child and so the magic did its work. For the 9 months, she will be half human- half vampire. And once the child is here the magic will fade.”

“What are you talking about? There is no magic like that. You are killing my wife somehow and I will put an end to it,” Elijah threatened with his vampire face.

“I'm not going anywhere. Go listen. Make sure the bracelet stays on. If it is removed then it will not be complete.”

Elijah didn’t want to believe her but he was listening to her heartbeat and it never wavered. It is not possible. Klaus could have a child cause he was half vampire half werewolf and it was the werewolf side that got Haley pregnant. But both him and his wife were fully vampires.

“If what you are saying is true I'm still a vampire I cannot…,” he started to say but stopped when he remember Jack was right there listening.

“Your bracelet did the same to you. Made you half-human but you don’t need to stay that way for long. Go. The reason for her illness is possibly not realizing what’s happening or it is her body’s way of sustaining the pregnancy. But I promise when the bracelet is removed she will get better but you could lose your one and only chance for a child.”

Elijah, still full of doubt, ran back to his wife to see if the witch was telling the truth. If she wasn’t he would do whatever it takes to get his wife better, even if he has to go against her wishes and hurt Juliette. Just as he got back to his wife he heard Freya talking about trying to take the bracelet off.

“It seems like the overflow of power is the thing hurting you. If we take it off, in theory, you should get better,” Freya said touching the bracelet.

“In theory, seriously sister your the master witch this should be right up your alley,” Klaus said pacing in the room. “And where is my brother.”

Elijah walked in and knelt on the ground by the bed. He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and just listened. He could hear everyone’s heart beating so he focused on how he is physically touching her. Elijah could hear his wife’s heartbeat. It was strong. He placed his other hand on her stomach and focused more. Her heartbeat started to fade and another was beating. It was fast. Over 100 per minute. Small. But it was there.

“Don’t touch that bracelet,” Elijah said snapping his head up and staring at his sister.

“If I take it off it will heal her,” she explained catching him up with her thought process.

“Yes it will but it will take the baby away,” Elijah explained this time only looking at his wife.

“What,” you asked placing your hand over his.

“Listen.”

You closed your eye and focused and it wasn’t long til you heard it. Elijah explained his visit to Juliette and everything she said while you just listened to the impossible heartbeat inside you. He must have told everyone to leave cause when you finally came back to reality it was just you and Elijah in the room.

“We’re having a baby,” you cried holding his hand and holding your other over your stomach.

“Yes, it was a gift from Juliette. The magic is changing you so the baby can survive. If you take it off the magic goes away and so does this baby. It's possible you will be sick like this for the remainder of the pregnancy or you might get better now we know what’s happening. Or you can take that off and feel better in the morning.”

“You don’t want this,” you asked looking your husband in the eyes.

“Of course I do but it hurts seeing you this way.”

“Will this kill me?”

“No.”

“Then I will be fine. This is what we’ve always wanted. In hindsight, the symptoms do match just at a higher intensity. I will happily let you baby me and I will listen to everyone else, it might be agonizing not being able to do anything but holding our child will make it worth more than all the gold in the world.”

“You will listen and stay in bed and not to ANYTHING without me or someone else,” he asked getting into bed and holding you against him.

“Yes, I will complain but I will listen.”

“Then I will happily hear every complaint,” he said kissing your temple and keeping his hand on your stomach and just listening to the sound of his child growing inside you.

For the remainder of the pregnancy, you didn’t leave the compound except for doctor visits. And while at home you could go to the bathroom without Rebecca or Elijah’s assistance. If you weren’t close with them before you were now. You still felt out of it but you were better than you were before. Freya gave you some tea to help and with a constant balance of human food and blood you kept up your strength. Even Klaus stopped angering and making enemies with every other person in the city. He knew what Elijah felt. The anxiety of being a father of know how danger lurks on every corner. Klaus was on his best behavior so Elijah didn’t have to leave your side.

And when the baby did come you felt a million times better whether it was because the magic was complete and was no longer half vampire half human or you were able to hold your beautiful baby boy in your arms you couldn’t say and you didn’t care. As soon as Oliver Henry Mikaelson was in your arms Elijah cut the bracelet off not wanting any lingering magic to weaken you. While he looked down at his little miracle he never wants you to see you so weak again.

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My Queen | Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Elijah steals you from another man. It’s justified since the man wasn’t treating you as a queen. 

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“Care to explain why you’re here again, crying over him?” Rebekah asks as she slides the tea toward you. You were currently seated at the island situated in the middle of the mikaelson’s large kitchen. Which was ironic since they barely cooked. 

It had been a horrible evening at your boyfriend’s home. Which wasn’t the first horrible evening, there had been plenty more before this and plenty of times where you’d shown up on the Mikaelson’s doorsteps in the middle of the night with only the clothes on your back and tear stained cheeks. 

You take a sip of the tea, sniffling, “Rebekah please, don’t start.” 

“It happens time and time again. He doesn’t deserve you and he’s shown that he truly doesn’t care about your feelings. I mean you walked in on him, AGAIN, with another woman. How could you stay with someone like that?” 

“Rebekah, I have no where else to go.” You set the cup down, growing angry at the woman in front of you. She didn’t understand the bind you were in, “He’s helped me when I had nothing and I owe him.” 

“You don’t owe him anything.” She lays her palms on the cool island, “And how many times have I told you, you have a place here. Always.” 

“I won’t be a burden to you and your family.” You stare at the cup in front of you, tears pricking once more. Your boyfriend had you believing you were a burden and he didn’t mind caring for you. He was doing you a favor. But anyone else would find you a burden, so you couldn’t go anywhere. 

Elijah quietly steps into the kitchen, “I thought I heard your voice..” Elijah presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, his hand lingering on your back. The last thing you wanted to do was wake Elijah. You’d hoped to have been gone before he’d known you were here. 

You always crumbled under him, like his presence was enough to let all your troubles go, let all your tears to fall. He had that comforting way about him and after left your heart feeling confused. You didn’t want to leave him, leave his comforting embrace but felt guilty for placing your troubles on him and would leave to return to your boyfriend. 

You leaned into him and he accepted you. His eyes left you to Rebekah for an explanation, “The bastard had another girl in bed with him, again.” 

Elijah sighs, pressing another kiss to your head, rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“I think I’ll break his neck,” 

“rebekah!” You and Elijah scold, “don’t even joke like that.” You wipe your tears, “he’s been going through a lot of stress with work.”  “That’s no excuse.” 

“Rebekah, I think it’s time for you to head upstairs.” Elijah motions toward the door with his head, “I have her from here.” He takes the seat at the island next to you, Rebekah muttering things under her breath as she leaves. 

“I love him, Elijah.” You say with defeat, “I love him.” 

“I think you’re confused on what love truly is.” He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “What he’s showing you isn’t love. No where close.” 

You face him in the chair, shoulders slumping as you listen to him. 

He fixes a stray hair behind your ears, wiping another tear, “Love is giving your absolute all to that person and being committed to that one person. There isn’t another one like them. It’s almost a tunnel vision effect, you see no one but them.” He tilts your chin up to make you look at him, “You’re willing to do anything for that person. Even if it means sacrificing yourself to save them. Do you think he would do that for you?” 

You shake your head, “No,” You laugh half heartedly, “he’d probably sacrifice me to save himself.” 

“You deserve to be worshipped as a queen, a beautiful goddess.” He traces your facial features with his finger, “and nothing less.” 

“Elijah, you’re the only one who thinks that.” Your voice trails off and your gaze focuses on the now cold cup of tea. It never failed that Elijah would remind you that you are a queen to be worshipped. That you deserved nothing less than that. 

“let me show you how to be properly loved and worshipped by a man who would die if it meant you lived another day. A man who would give you his everything,” His hands cup your cheeks, your eyes now locked on his. His eyes were soft, filled with such love and adoration. A begging for a chance, a longing for you. “A man who would rather die than live a day without you.” He’s slowly leaning in, his voice full of desperation, “a man who treats you as his queen.” 

As his lips hovered over yours, you accepted them, your lips working effortlessly against yours. With every passing second, the thought of the man you’d been with was diminishing. You’d never been kissed by a man the way Elijah did that night. It was as if his life depended on it. Your body melted into his as the kiss grew more intense. 

Elijah reluctantly ended the kiss, his hands still cradling your head as his forehead pressed softly against yours, “let me worship you.” His hands are in your hair, desperate to be close to you, “my queen.” 

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[emikaelsonimagines]

This is it...

Hi my lovelies,

First off, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who's stuck around during what's been the worst year of my life. In two weeks, it'll be a whole year since my mother passed away, and your support during this time has been incredible - it means the world, and I'm so grateful that 16-year-old me (I think) decided to start blogging.

On that train of thought, it's been a long time since I started writing for Elijah. I'll be 25 this year (*throws up*), and like many things, I've grown and changed, especially in this past year. My emotions and my attitudes have been all over the place, signing off from here one moment, and then promising to come back the next. The past year has been one of figuring out who I am, and that includes my interests.

Which is why I'm writing this. The truth its, 24-year-old me isn't really into the same things as 16-year-old me anymore, and I don't feel it would be fair (or true to my position as writer) to write for a character that I don't feel like I know anymore. You lot have always been so supportive of my interpretation of Elijah, and I wouldn't want to let you down by continuing to write something that wouldn't be true to that.

So, with that, I'm officially calling it. I will no longer be writing on here. I've said it before, I know, but this time I mean it. I really do.

There will never be the words to describe what your love and support has meant to me, and what it continues to mean. Please know that I'm not deleting this blog, and that I'll always be around for chats and random questions or whatever shit you want to throw my way.

I'll be more active on my main blog @amooseinthebunker where I just reblog Supernatural stuff - although I am on a huge Norman Reedus binge at the moment so if anyone wants to talk to me about Daryl Dixon (I would give him my spleen), please do.

Or if you just want to talk about anything at all, I'm here.

I love all of you so so much.

Thank you for everything x

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To Flourish Masterlist

Figured that it was about time to create a masterlist for this fiction so you could find it all in one place.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10,

I will add more as I post more.

THANK YOU for being interested and sharing this with others.

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[gh0stlyfixation]

Hi, I hope your having a good day :)

Can I please request an elijah mikaelson x reader fic where they’re married and they met in maybe the 1500’s? She’s a figure skater and when everyone was spending time together outside she was doing tricks for Hope?

Ice

Fun fact: I was a figure skater from age 4 to 17, I still skate during my free time☺️

Paring: Elijah Mikaelson x reader but mostly Hope x Aunt!reader

Short and sweet🤍

Warnings: absolutely none.

You and Elijah lived in the countryside of Tennessee. You both wanted nothing more than a quiet life together after the ordeal in New Orleans. Married since 1510, you and Elijah have seen and done it all together. You didn’t have children and it was something you’ve both longed for but with Hope around, it made things easier, and happier.

It was Christmas, Klaus and Hope came to visit for the holidays, along with Rebekah and Kol. Hope had just turned 6 and started to show interest in her Aunts hobby, ice skating. You were a professional figure skater and a trainer for fun.

For Christmas Hope had requested nothing but a pair of skates that matched your white ones, “I wanna be like Aunt Y/N!” She exclaimed when she asked for them, so when she opened her present that morning she screamed in delight.

Now after breakfast was served, you bundled little Hope up and she tore off to the pond that was now frozen for the season. You held both your skates and followed after her. She sits on the bench and you help her learn to tie them up, “just like that, keep crossing until you can’t anymore then you tie them like a regular shoe.” You say with a smile, watching her tie her other skate up.

You hold onto her hand as she takes her first push on ice, “good job!” You say. You hold both hands as you slowly skate backward pulling her forwards with you.

She giggles, “I wanna try on my own!” She says. She’s always been independent, wanting to learn on her own with little help. So you let go and give her space. She falls quite a few times but doesn’t give up. By the 10th try, she skates halfway to you, “look!” She yells.

“I’m so proud! Look at you go!” You say clapping.

“I wanna watch you do your tricks!” She exclaims and falls again, but she stays down and looks up at you. You smile and start simple with a twirl, then a simple jump. “Do the jump-twirling thingy!” She claps in excitement. So you do it, and she’s amazed.

What you both don’t see is the siblings watching you, they are and always have been amazed by you. How you stuck through all the shit they’ve put you through. You wouldn’t change it for the world though. Your love for Elijah was too big to show, and for his family? Just the same.

For hope though? You loved her like your own, you’d die to protect her just as you would for them. Elijah smiles at the sight. One day he hopes you both could adopt, maybe soon as things are safer here in your country home.

You end your show with a triple spin in the air and Hope raises her arms in the air and claps, “Yay! I can’t wait to be just as good as you.” She says carefully getting up and Skating to you and latching on your leg for support.

“Practice and patience. You can do it!” You say.

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[klausysworld]

I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.

Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.

Left for dead

Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.

Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.

Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.

I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.

Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.

For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.

I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.

This was the ultimate test really.

Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:

"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.

Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.

"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"

At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.

I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.

I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.

I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head

"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.

My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.

"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head

"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.

I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.

As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.

"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.

Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.

"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently

"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.

Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.

"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head

"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.

"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged

"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"

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[shrenvents]

Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

...

Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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Y/n: The kids are asleep

Elijah: ...We don't have kids

Y/n: Then tell that to you're little brother and sister who just asked me to tell them a story till they fell asleep

Elijah: Kol and Rebekah?

Y/n: Yep. I mean they were being cute, and I told them a story, but I thought you might like to know how we are now parents.

Elijah: We?

Y/n: They asked for you too, and got sad when I said you were on a phone call

Elijah: Ah, that makes sense why Kol also tried to convince me in giving him a piggyback ride yesterday.

Y/n: Did you give in?

Elijah: No, but then he went to Rebekah and sulked with her

Y/n: Parents?

Elijah pinching the bridge of his nose as y/n chuckles at him: Apparently we now are

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i would really like to try my hand at writing for Klaus Mikaelson again… any requests? Or any for Elijah! I haven’t wrote for him in a while 😌

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Hey peeps (if you're still around),

While I figure out the future of this blog, just thought I'd pop you all a message to check in on how you lovely humans are doing, and to answer any questions you may have!

Thanks for bearing with me x

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