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Hiya! I see ur a Elijah n Klaus writer n I know others like that too if you wanna meet mutuals in the TVDU. My faves are @amournoir n @klaustopia !

Hi Anon,

Haha I think I'm mainly an Elijah writer but maybe some Klaus content incoming 👀

Thank you for the recommendation, I'll have to check them out! Greetings to you both, if you happen to see this 👋😳

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you’re saved

elijah mikaelson x reader drabble

word count : 695

tags: kissing, rain, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of wounds, fluff

the sound of the pouring rain echoed in your ears, it was like a humming noise that would usually calm you down. this time it was like a bad omen, the water connecting in small rivers, streaming down the drains. the night had settled in and you held out your hands in the rain. letting the water wet your hair, washing the blood from your hands as your breathing struggled to calm down. the wound on your stomach had healed but the adrenaline never left your body.

whole nervous system crashing down as you looked around while panting. not a sound. only the rain falling down on the hard asphalt as the night settled in, slowly getting darker and darker.

debating your choices, you needed to run, but stay hidden or they were going to find you. in your mind, you had already given up, there was no sign of him and the feeling of desperation and fear was consuming you. he wasn’t coming, he left you like everyone else. just this once, you had no hope or survival. how can an immortal creature be afraid of death. your voice broke and a sob escaped your throat. this was the one thing you couldn’t survive. your eternal life would end here.

even with your unnatural hearing, the rain blocked out everything. every human, every car, you couldn’t even hear your own heartbeat. no choice, but the survival instict in you pushed you to move. tired body stumbling forwards, being weakened by torture, vervain and starving. nothing but pure instict. your wet hair was sticking to your forehead, sniffles were heard and your wounds still hurt even after closing up.

only a matter of time when they would find you, then, and truly then…your hope would die with you.

limping across the road, rain still pouring down as fog rose up, making the night even more scarier than it was. no one could even make out the tears between the raindrops hitting your face. between all the sobs and the rain, a crack was heard and then a gust of wind.

someone was here.

panic quickly rose and you closed your eyes, convincing yourself you’re hearing things as your exhausted body tried to make its way forward. your neck turns quickly as you look behind, expecting to find someone following you. quickly you’re pulled out of your trance when a big figure appears in front of you, making you slightly bump into him.

”ah!! no!! i swear i don’t know anything, please!!” you sobbed as the strong hands grabbed you. ”it’s me.” a deep, calm voice called out and you looked up at the man. and at that moment, everything around you, every bit of pain and panic you experienced, dissapeared. because it was him. ”e-elijah..” your tears never stopped flowing but this time they weren’t from fear. he hums and quickly embraces you. he was wearing a suit and his clothes were still warm and dry. you nuzzled your face into his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck.

”i-i thought you left- i-” you sobbed as he patted your wet hair. ”shh, i’d never leave you dear. i’m here.” he reassured, grabbing your shoulders and parting the hug. his face leaned down to yours, looking at you with the softest look ever. his eyes were mesmerazing. the rain only got stronger and you saw his hair sticking to his forehead as water droplets ran down his neck.

”elijah.” you sobbed once again and he shook his head with disapproval. his cold, big hand caressed the side of your face. you closed your eyes and he followed, pulling you into a deep kiss. his soft lips connecting with yours felt like he could erase every worry, every pain and miserable moment you’ve ever felt. it just felt so right. your passionate kiss only deepened second by second when your hand came to caress his jawline, bringing his face closer to yours. head turning to the side, lips fighting for dominance, pressing romantic kisses onto eachother as you both listen to the rain fall.

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Had to share this here because you're right and you should say it. It's incredible how many people came out of the woodwork as soon as AO3 was down and suddenly had no compunctions at all about screaming how much they love and need fanfic--on the AO3 twitter. Is it so much harder to do in the comment section?

At this point I don't care anymore if people call me entitled or think I'm out of line. If fanfic is so meaningful to you that you cannot go half an hour without, let alone 24h, then you can get over yourself long enough to write a fucking comment. No excuses.

"writing comments is hard and scary" yeah well GUESS WHAT so is writing fanfics. fandom as a community is dying, because it is instead treated as a COMMODITY, a CONSUMER PRODUCT. We're not asking for much. We're asking for a CONNECTION. We don't want to sell, we want to share.

You've shown your hand. You've admitted you cannot live without us. Now ACT LIKE IT. Go write a fucking comment.

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The Housekeeper | Part 5 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: You learn about Elijah's history with Celeste and feelings come to a head.

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"I'm sorry, Elijah."

His brown eyes drifted over to you beside him.

You were walking up the stairs, towards the room he prepared for your stay tonight.

He certainly hadn't expected to walk back into the kitchen to hear his baby brother speaking of his past failed relationships.

Both Katerina and Celeste had wounded him, each in different ways.

Both had left him heartbroken. The lasting feelings regarding Katerina were mostly disappointment. Mainly at himself for not being able to see through her facade. Where she had come off as playful and thoughtful, she had actually been ruthless and manipulative.

With Celeste...

That had been true betrayal.

"You need not apologize." He answered after a stretch of silence. "Your curiosity is understandable. You have shared painful moments in your life, it's only fair that you should learn some of mine."

"Even so," you retorted, "I should have asked you about it directly instead."

Elijah turned to you, a wry smile on his face, "Then, by all means, ask away."

You could feel the tips of your ears heat up at being put on the spot but you asked anyway, "What happened between you and Celeste?"

Elijah paused his trek down the corridor and you stopped along with him, turning to face him fully, letting him know that he had your undivided attention.

He exhaled slowly, one hand sliding into his pant pocket and the other rubbed at his bottom lip. His brown eyes were aimed at the floor, his gaze far off.

"I met Celeste a year after I cut Katerina from my life." He began softly. "Her family is well known in the pharmaceutical business, however, she broke away from that and instead went on to own a very successful casino chain. You may have heard of it, Casino DuBois?"

He could see the recognition flood your face as your mouth parted in a small 'o' shape. You nodded quickly and he continued, "Celeste was looking to partner with me to sell my stock at her casino. She requested a meeting and I accepted. I became taken by her at that meeting."

You couldn't help the slight pang in your heart at hearing and seeing him retell his meeting with her. A forlorn smile playing on his lips and his eyes softening as he spoke of her, your heart hurt at seeing his affection still present.

"She was...charismatic and intelligent. She knew her business inside out and she ran it well. But aside from the fierce businesswoman I had come to know, she was also gentle and loving and a romantic at heart. "

"You fell in love with her." You said. Even you were surprised at how steady your voice was. You could feel your heart beating rapidly, waiting for his response.

He lifted his eyes from the floor and rested them on yours. He searched your gaze before responding, "I did."

You could only blink before you nodded, "So, what happened?"

"Our relationship grew from then on and before I knew it, we were two years into our courtship. By this time she had met my family and I had met hers. There was no indication that there was anything amiss. But one day, Niklaus and Rebekah came down with an unknown illness."

You blinked in surprise.

Well that took an unexpected turn.

"The two were taken to the hospital, each looked over by the best of the best physicians that our family has access to. The doctors couldn't find what was wrong with them. For days, we were all at a loss on what to do. Both my brother and sister were getting worse, until, there was a breakthrough. Surprisingly enough, this breakthrough came from Kol and Freya.

"Kol had said he'd had suspicions that they were being targeted. When Niklaus and Rebekah had gotten sick, he immediately scoped out my brother's home. Rebekah had been visiting him at the time which is how both had become ill at the same time. At the home, Kol found a wine bottle, one of mine. He'd deduced that whatever had caused our siblings to fall ill, had to have come from the bottle.

"He took the bottle to Freya. She'd studied for a time in the medical field before she decided to pursue archeology, but she still had some connections from her med school days. She called in a few favors to have the contents of the wine bottle tested and the results were quite damning."

"Some type of poison?" You questioned in nearly a whisper.

Elijah nodded, face grim as he remembered the feeling of dread during those few days he had to watch his little brother and sister deteriorate slowly.

"One in which I knew there were trials being held to treat it. And all those trials were conducted by the DuBois corporation. The only person who could have access to both the poison and my family was Celeste."

Your hand came up to cover your mouth, "Oh my god. What...What did you do?"

His grim expression morphed into one of cold indifference, "I invited her to a private dinner and confronted her about it."

The incredulous look you gave him brought a smile to his face, "I didn't go in on speculation alone. You've seen how wary Kol is of outsiders, yes?"

You nodded.

"He has some...let's say, questionable connections, and through the grapevine, he'd heard of Celeste's more underhanded tactics."

"So she was like Katerina?"

He shook his head, "Not entirely. While Katerina tore down her competition, Celeste would usually absorb them and integrate them so that they would continue operations with her as the sole operator. Kol found that she had plans to infiltrate and take over Rebekah's and Niklaus' businesses. Later, I found out that she'd been meeting with each of them in secret, negotiating with them to become a shareholder in their companies."

"That's how she got the wine to them." You realized. He inclined his head, "Correct. Kol, Freya, and Finn told me that she had been trying to get a hold of them and meet in person to discuss the same thing."

You shook your head in disbelief, "But why? What was the point of trying to get at them?"

"I asked the same thing when I confronted her. She said that my ties to them were weighing me down, that I had given and would continue to give anything for my family. She saw them as a burden to me and thought to rid me of them as if they were parasites."

His brows creased, voice laced with disgust at remembering his ex-lovers' words. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply before moving on, "She severely underestimated how much I truly care for my siblings. Because of her actions, Finn, Kol, and I made moves against her and we dismantled her reputation within a few days. Her casino was handed to Niklaus' best friend, Marcel, who has done wonders for the success of the casino, now renamed King's Den."

"And Celeste?" You queried.

"Under strict house arrest awaiting trial, which is yet to be set. With the amount of evidence we have compiled against her, she won't be out for a long while."

The silence that fell after his recounting of events was heavy. Your only thought was to comfort Elijah in that moment. And so, you reached out your hand, and wrapped your fingers around his exposed wrist at his side.

His head whipped down at your touch and he could only stare as your hand trailed down, your fingers moving along the inside of his wrist before tenderly taking hold of his fingers, and threading your smaller digits with his. His gaze slowly lifted to your own. He could feel his heart skip a beat at your warm gaze.

"Your family is so lucky to have you, Elijah. Equally as you are to have them. I'm so glad Rebekah and Klaus made it out of that situation and I'm so sorry that you had to suffer at the hands of someone you cherished."

The swell of affection in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever experienced when he was with Katerina or Celeste. Again, the surge of that oh so wonderful feeling of fondness both excited him and terrified him.

Could he do this again? Fall into another relationship and potentially get his heart broken a third time?

But you were nothing like Celeste, and even less like Katerina. You were thoughtful and sweet, passionate and motivated, you proved time and again that you were dedicated to those you served, and even then, you were compassionate and attentive to others beyond your specified duties.

You were a caretaker by nature, a responsibility that he knew quite well. That was something the two of you connected on so deeply. Neither of his previous lovers could understand. Katerina had no love for anyone other than herself and Celeste clearly did not understand the bonds of family, seeing as she distanced herself from her own. But you knew the value of family, knew the value in helping others.

Elijah was also loathed to admit that he had down a background check on you beforehand. Once he had started to form an interest in you, he had to find out if there were any skeletons in your closet. He had to safeguard his family and you were in a perfect position to hurt them all.

But he'd found in time that everything you had told him of your life was the truth. Your mother's passing, your previous places of work, any personal friends you had outside of work, you hid nothing from him.

And that only endeared him more to you. His wonderful housekeeper.

Elijah decided then, it was time for a leap of faith. The connection between you both had been building for a while now, the tension even more so.

His fingers reciprocated your grip as he brought your hand up to his lips. You could only watch in dumb shock as he placed a tender kiss on the tips of your fingers.

His gaze burned with an intensity and determination you hadn't witnessed before as he held your attention.

"Thank you," his warm breath grazed over your skin, his deep baritone sending sparks shooting up your arm and causing you to shiver.

Still holding your gaze, Elijah stepped closer, his other arm slowly skimming your waist to wrap around your back and hold you to him.

Your breathing hitched as you moved into his space, the scent of his natural musk and a hint of sandalwood cologne hitting your senses and causing your brain to go foggy.

Was this really happening? The small touches and longer talks with each other, the all had her heart beating faster in his presence. Elijah was such an enigmatic person, you thought about him more than you'd like to admit, but, he was still your employer, was it okay to cross that line with him?

You had unknowingly moved your head closer as he had lowered his own, but your morality kicked in at that moment and you gently placed a hand on his chest, only having to put the slightest bit of pressure and he stopped in his tracks.

The heat in his eyes simmered a little but did not dissipate.

"Is... Is this really okay?" you asked hesitantly, your eyes brimming with worry. His brows knitted upward, causing you distress was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He let go of your hand and brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping the side of your face. A pleased shiver ran down his spine when he saw your eyes flutter and lean into his touch.

"I cannot deny that the time I have spent with you has caused me to develop more intimate feelings for you." He whispered gently.

You were almost certain that your face was fully flushed now and that he could most likely hear the rapid beating of your heart.

"You have such a beautiful soul and an earnestness about you that has not only captured my affections but those of my family as well. And I wish not to let this opportunity pass me by. You are not someone I wish to let go."

How could you even think to deny such poetry?

A fire that you had kept at bay since you first felt it's kindling embers, burst forth in the actions of your hand gripping his dress shirt firmly and pulling him down. Elijah wasted no time on his surprise and merely allowed you to guide him, giving you control of the situation. Your other hand snaked along the back of his neck and you fingers gripped and grazed at the hairs at the base of his skull, sending jolts of pleasure running down his body.

His eyes focused on your lips just as yours were focused on his. His gaze darkening as he watched your tongue jut out and wet your lips slowly.

You moved in the rest of the way, lips colliding with his and you were gone. Elijah's arm that was wrapped around your waist pulled you even closer, wanting your body as close to his as possible. His hand on your cheek trailed down and around your neck, his palm pushing your head closer to his.

The feel of your lips on his was mind-numbing. One kiss melded into another, neither of you willing to part from the wonderful sensation of each other's kiss. More sparks of pleasure ran across him as the sounds of your stilted moans and mewls hit his ears.

His tongue shot out and licked at your lower lip and you immediately responded by allowing him entrance into your mouth. He explored you thoroughly, your tongues dancing around each other for a moment before he lovingly licked another stripe along your bottom lip causing a gasp of pleasure to sound from your throat.

He took your bottom lip into his mouth, sucking at it gently and then biting at it tenderly.

You huffed a giggle at his playfulness. His heart soared at the sound.

"In front of my room, really?"

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Author's Note: 🎶 You and Elijah sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~🎶

There is no doubt in my mind that Kol, Henrik, and Klaus would be childish enough to sing this in front of you and Elijah. They're brats like that.

Also, the number of 'kissing gifs' I had to go through was astronomical 🙈

#elijah mikealson x reader #the originals x reader #alternate universe #human au #elijah mikaelson

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Do you think you'll do a Klaus version for your 'The Housekeeper' series? The Reader doesn't have to be a housekeeper, I just meant maybe a Human!Klaus x reader set in the same universe? Maybe she's an up and coming artist? Or she can be famous? Idk it was just a thought 😊

Aww, that's a wonderful idea! I'll have to think about how to implement that if I were to use the Housekeeper!Universe 😆 Thank you for your suggestion, Anon! I will definitely keep it in my mind for after I've finished the Elijah x Reader portion 🤗🙇‍♀️

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imagine being elijah mikaelson like. you have a father who cannot emit warmth. you have a mother who looks the other way. you have a baby brother who you know is different in the way he is sensitive and wondrous and too kind for a boy. he is punished for that kindness. sometimes you protect him and sometimes you watch, it will be you on the other end of your father’s fist otherwise. you have a baby sister just as soft handed as your brother, until she’s trying to slit your father’s throat in his sleep. and you say you’re horrified by this but really you’re horrified you did not do it for her, do it sooner. you’re a big brother, you have a job, you have not done that job, you will never succeed in completing that job. you’re grown up and your youngest sibling dies and the brother you watched paint flowers, hands stained red from crushed berries, is now covered in blood and crying apologies. you’re a big brother and you did not protect the youngest, and you did not protect your brother from his guilt and grief, and you cannot protect him, any of them, from what comes next. your father and the sword you only ever felt the blunt end of in training tears through flesh like it’s butter. your home is a graveyard. they wake up, and your home is the underworld. you come back as something else, you all do. your brother is different, and this difference cannot coexist with your father. you’re a big brother and you help hold your baby brother down as he screams like you’ve never heard before, like something not human. you will hear that sound in your mind for the rest of your life. you will see his eyes, sky blue, glossed over, a look that begs and thinks help will arrive, and you look away. you will see those eyes harden, dull, wither for the rest of your life, never as bright as they were before. you will attach yourself to him as he gets worse, as he looks more and more like the father he shouldn’t, as he turns into everything he feared and hated. you know this is something you could have prevented, if you loved your father a little less, if you held on to your protectiveness and anger a little more. you will find yourself guilty and sentence yourself to life, then death, because you had one job as a big brother.

#elijah mikaelson #tvdu #the originals #im not crying you are #i love him a normal amount

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The Housekeeper | Part 4 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You get know the youngest Mikaelson a bit more and you learn something new about Elijah.

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

At the end of your shift at the estate that day, Henrik managed to pack away 4 full chicken breasts alongside a healthy serving of spaghetti. In all your years alive, you don't recall ever having heard a man moan at his food as frequently and vocally as Henrik did.

He had scarfed down his food like a man in the throes of starvation, slurping up his spaghetti so violently that it slung at his face from the speed, spreading tomato sauce all along his mouth and cheeks. His bites were wide and animalistic. But in contrast of the predatory way he was eating, his big blue eyes were shining in contentment, both at you and his brother as you sat around the kitchen island for dinner.

You could see Elijah dying on the inside in embarrassment at his youngest brother's poor display of manners. As you spoke in between each other, Elijah had finally had enough of Henrik's eating style, after the younger man sprayed a bit of food as he opened his mouth to respond to a question you posed.

"Henrik, for heaven's sake, show a little decorum and swallow before you speak. You are not some pre-historic, bumbling neanderthal."

Elijah's sharp glare cut off any words Henrik had been about to say. Instead, the younger man looked down sheepishly, chewing the food in his mouth before swallowing with a loud gulp.

"Sorry, 'Lijah." He said softly.

The older brother merely huffed, "And wipe your mouth, please."

You passed Henrik a napkin, and he quickly took it from your hand and wiped hurriedly around his mouth.

While he cleaned his face, Elijah turned to you, apologetic look written all over his face, "I do apologize for his behavior. It seems," he threw another glare at his brother, "that this boorish troglodyte has yet to fully grasp the concept of etiquette."

You tried your best to stifle the laugh that built up in your throat as you watched Henrik's face morph at the insult. His lips puckered into a pout and you couldn't deny that he looked like a scolded child at that moment.

"I am not a troglodyte." He muttered lowly, taking another bite—this time, much more appropriate—of his chicken parmesan.

Elijah turned to him, face unimpressed by his statement, "Well, you certainly act like one."

Before Henrik could respond and possibly throw them into a back-and-forth argument, you interrupted, "It's fine Elijah."

The two Mikaelson's whipped their heads to you, eyes warmly settled on Henrik, "It's very flattering that you're enjoying my cooking with such gusto."

Henrik grinned cheerily at Elijah, "See, she likes my gusto."

"But," you interjected, "You really should eat slower. You'll give yourself a stomach ache if you continue at that rate."

And with that said, Henrik ate at a more normal pace and covered his mouth with his hand if he began to speak.

The three of you talked into the beginning hours of night. Henrik had stated that he was off school for a week, so he had decided to surprise his older brother with a visit.

"If you don't mind my asking," you piped up, "What are you currently studying for?"

"I'm majoring in Kinesiology." Henrik responded brightly.

"Henrik got into university on an athletic scholarship," Elijah added proudly.

The younger Mikaelson nodded, "For sprinting, I run the 200 meter dash for my school."

You whistled lowly, "Wow, your whole family really has a bit of everything. Fashion," you began to list on your fingers, "history, education, charity, the arts, entrepreneurship, and now sports."

Henrik puffed up his chest at your words. Elijah chuckled, "Yes, the Mikaelson clan is certainly formidable."

You laughed in agreement. At that moment, your phone chimed from its place on the table. You picked it up and noted the text from a good friend along with the time.

"Oh my goodness, is it that late already?" You looked up a slight panic on your features, "I'm so sorry Elijah, I didn't mean to overstay my welcome!"

He quickly shook his head, "You've done nothing of the sort. It's quite late, though. And you didn't arrive in your car today."

You began to rise from your seat, "Yeah, I had to take it into the shop today to get maintenance done. It's okay, the buses should still be running.

"I can take you home." Elijah offered.

"That's sweet Elijah, but I don't wish to impose on your time with your brother."

Henrik looked back and forth at the verbal tennis match. Nik, Bekah, and Reya weren't lying about the chemistry between his older brother and you. He could see the slight panic behind his brother's eyes. He clearly didn't want you to leave but he was well aware of his place as your employer. Elijah would see it as an abuse of power if he pushed any further.

And you were clearly having a good time being here, though you stayed far longer after your shift had ended. He could see the reluctance on your face, not wanting to part from the joyous gathering. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was some reluctance to part with his dear older brother as well.

"Why don't you just stay over?"

Your heads whipped over to the young Mikaelson. He was leaning his head comfortably on his open palm, eyes innocently wide, like he hadn't asked whatvhe just did.

"What?" You both asked after a beat of silence.

He blinked twice before elaborating, "Well, there's no real point of her leaving?" His eyes zeroed in on you, "You get in early, right?"

You nodded, "Yeah, but—"

"And it's already past midnight," he interrupted, "So you'd just be coming back here within a few hours without any proper sleep."

Henrik was doing his best to not laugh at either of your faces. You were opening and closing your mouth trying to shoot down his logical assessment but only ended up looking like a gaping fish.

And Elijah's face was one of rising hopefulness. When he noticed Henrik's forming smirk, he quickly schooled his face and settled on a warm and inviting smile, "Excellent point, Henrik. Please, it would set my mind at ease and you'll be able to sleep in a while longer since you're already here."

You bit at your bottom lip. How could a man so handsome, look so positively adorable. The slightest pout on his lips was your undoing.

You sighed in defeat, "I guess it would be nice to get a few winks in. Okay, you win."

Henrik grinned widely at your acquiescence, Elijah's just a tad more subtle. The older of the two clapped his hands together and made his way toward the stairs, "Marvelous. I'll prepare your room," he turned back sharply to cut you off, "and before you say anything; your shift ended long ago. As of this moment, you are my guest, and you shall be treated as such. Now, if you'll excuse me."

You and Henrik watched silently as Elijah walked out.

"He really doesn't mind, you know." Henrik's soft tone had you turning to him.

He was seated still at the island, forearms resting on the obsidian marble. A gentle smile on his boyish face.

You bit at your lip again as you walked toward him, seating yourself beside him, "He's already so busy with work and everything else, I don't want to be another burden to him."

Henrik scoffed, "Trust me, we would know a burden when we see one."

That made you pause.

There was disdain and venom behind his words. Faint, but it was there.

The Mikaelson family was surely no stranger to the manipulations of others that wanted the glory that came with associating with the Mikaelson name.

"You're referring to someone specifically, aren't you?" You questioned gently.

Henrik's baby blue eyes shot a quick glance to where Elijah had disappeared to before drifting back to you.

"Elijah has always taken care of us." He started, picking at his fingernails as he continued, "He rarely has time for himself. Even though he's not the oldest of us, he's always taken it upon himself to look after the family."

He shifted in his seat, "So, the times he has...indulged himself in what he wants, he's ended up hurt."

You could feel your heart dropping down to your stomach. The implication of what Henrik was saying made you clench your fists but you asked anyway, "By a lover?"

The young man nodded, "Two, in fact. The first was the heiress of the Petrova family."

You vaguely recalled a newspaper headline regarding her, "Wasn't she convicted of murder?"

Henrik smiled wryly, "That's the one. Katerina was found to get rid of her rivals and several of her bank accounts were traced back to her making payments on the dark web, contracting hitmen to do her dirty work for her."

You covered your mouth in surprise, "Was Elijah on her hit-list?"

"No, it seems Katerina actually liked him, but Bekah and Nik had a bad feeling about her. Elijah becomes...blinded by affection for the women he falls for. So they snooped on her for a time without his knowledge. They found all kinds of horrible things she tried to bury. People she'd had 'taken care' of. A couple of whistleblowers at her own company that were silenced."

You gasped. You'd had no idea she was so horrible. "Did they tell Elijah?"

Henrik nodded solemnly. "He was devastated to say the least. More so he was disappointed in himself for not seeing the type of person she was. He cared for her a lot."

The two of you fell silent. You could only imagine that type of pain. For someone you shared a connection with to turn out to be someone so vile; it must have cut Elijah deeply.

"Was there..." you hesitated but your curiosity had been awakened, "Was there someone else?"

Henrik's eyes shot down to his lap, "There was one other."

You could see the trepidation in his eyes but he looked back up at you after a moment, his mouth poised to tell you when the deep baritone of Elijah's honeyed voice cut him off.

"Her name was Celeste."

Henrik's shot down to his hands in shame while yours flew to your suited employer, embarrassment preventing you from looking him in the eye.

He stood there, at the kitchen entryway. Since his departure to prepare your room, he had shed his jacket and was left with his now slightly worn light blue dress shirt. He'd folded the sleeves up to his elbows and under any other day, you'd be enjoying the sight of his exposed skin—like some depraved Edwardian gentleman—but his stoic expression had any devious thoughts at the back of your mind.

Elijah shot a pointed look to his little brother, and despite Henrik not looking at him, he could feel the stare thrown his way if how he seemed to shrink in more on himself said anything.

When he turned his gaze to you, the intensity in his eyes eased and his expression softened.

"Perhaps it's best to turn in for the night. Come, my dear," his deliciously deep voice commanded your attention. The term he'd said so casually caused an unexpected tingle to shoot down your spine.

His arm stretched out towards you, inviting you to place your hand in his.

Who were you to deny such an opportunity?

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Part 5

Author's Note: Sorry this took quite a bit longer to put out, I hope you enjoyed reading this. Henrik was really fun to write. We never really got much sense of the person he was in TVD so I've based some of his personality and mannerisms on Barry Allen, from The Flash (which is why I face-claimed Grant Gustin as an older Henrik).

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Omg your Houskeeper series is sooo cute I love it!! It reminds me of Switzerland (it’s by another author here @amournoir) with how the siblings interact. Do you think there’s part 4?

Thank you, Nonie! I've never read Switzerland before, I'll have to check it out when I get the chance. And yes, there will certainly be a part 4. It is currently being worked on and I hope to have it up in a few days, if not sooner.

Once again, thank you for taking the time to write this. It's so wonderful to hear readers' thoughts on my writings.

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Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.

I’m curious!

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Elijah Mikaelson in The Originals

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Domestic Bliss | Elijah Mikaelson x Wife!Reader

Additional tags: Human!AU, fluff, no use of Y/N

Summary: A sweet morning in the Mikaelson household.

It was rare that he awoke later than you. While he worked late into the night almost daily, his internal clock was primed to wake him at the same hour every morning. Usually, he would turn over on the bed you both shared and gaze over you for a few minutes, a lazy smile on his lips as you softly snored in your sleep.

The alarm on his phone would then buzz, prompting him to rise from the bed and turn it off. He'd gather his clothes and enter your bathroom to shower and get dressed.

Today, however, he must have been far more tired than he thought. Last night had been full of meetings and deadlines. The company was implementing a brand new system and having that integrate with the old one was causing some issues to their overall production. The errors were not unforeseen but they did take a bit of time to correct and smooth over. Thankfully, he'd had the foresight to launch the new change on a Friday, so that left Saturday and Sunday, work-free.

Of course, he had a few of his most trusted IT employees working overtime today to work on any more kinks in the system so that it'd be good to go on Monday.

But that would be an issue he'd worry about until then. For now, he turned over, like he usually did, but found that you were not asleep beside him. In fact, you weren't there at all.

That was when the smell hit him. The delicious scent of your cooking.

He pushed himself off the bed, stopping by the bathroom before heading down to you. As he grew closer and closer to the kitchen, he could hear you humming. It wasn't a particular tune he was familiar with. Just a nonsensical tune that had no particular pattern. He leaned on the threshold for a moment, just watching you. Your humming was up-beat and whatever melody or rhythm you could hear in your head caused your body to sway to its tune.

He chuckled quietly before stepping forward. He knew you felt his presence when you stopped dancing, staying still for him so that he could encircle his arms around you. They enveloped you in a warm back hug, his head leaning down onto your shoulder as he kissed the side of your cheek lightly.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

A shiver ran down your spine at his sleep-laced tone. You carefully turned down the heat of the stove before turning in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes shining with love and warmth at him, you scratched the hairs at the base of his neck, pushing down at it gently so that his lips met yours in lazy kisses over and over again.

After one last kiss, you touched your forehead to his, eyes closed in contentment as you sighed, "Good morning, 'Lijah."

A crckling pop had the two of you turning to the stove. You turned in his hold, quickly picking up the tongs left on the side of the counter and flipped the strips of bacon that were sizzling on the pan.

Elijah resumed the position of plopping his head on your shoulder as you went about setting up another pan on the other burner. He moved along with you to the refrigerator as you retrieved a few eggs and a packet of sausages before moving back to the stove.

He watched you work, the smell of the cooking meet causing his stomach to growl. You chuckled, "Almost done, Mr. Mikaelson. Perhaps you should call down the hellions?"

Elijah grinned then laid a kiss at your shoulder, "Of course, Mrs. Mikaelson."

He pushed away from you and walked back toward the stairs, only pausing as he heard whispers coming from the top. He climbed the steps quietly and stopped at one of the doors lining the corridor. He put his ear to door and could hear two distinct voices chatting back and forth.

An amused smile spread on his lips as he knocked. He heard frantic scrambling and opened the door a few seconds after.

He peeked his head in, the room was decorated in mixture of muted and soft blues. His eyes landed on the small form seated at the head of the bed in the middle of the room.

The young boy, hair the shade of deep brown, his jaw structure and pointed nose the same as Elijah's. But eyes the same shape and color of yours. A perfect blend of the two of you.

The young boy smiled, though his eyes darted down to the floor to his left, "Morning Papa!"

Elijah's heart always soared at hearing those words. He had long desired to be a father and the day you had revealed that you were pregnant, he had collapsed at your feet, hugging you close and kissing at your belly, whispering his thanks to you repeatedly.

Elijah walked further into his son's room and went to sit at his left. He reached out and stroked the messy tresses and kissed the young boy's forehead, "Good morning, Björn. Say," he said slowly, "You wouldn't happen to know where Astrid is, hmm?"

His son gulped and his eyes once again darted down to the floor on his left before moving back up again to his. Björn shook his head, "Uh-uh."

Elijah smiled mischievously as he heard small tinkling laughter from under the boy's bed. He stood, making a show to go over to Björn's closet, "She wouldn't happen to be...in here!" He opened the door quickly on the last word and found nothing. But the laughter under the bed was still going strong.

Elijah then walked over to the wardrobe on the other side, opening the door to it with the same force, "What about here?!"

No one there as well, but the giggles were unmistakable. Elijah scratched at his chin and moved closer to his son's bed from the right. The young boy was grinning up at him.

Without warning, he dropped to the floor and looked under the bed, "Got you!"

A surprised squeal erupted from the girl he had grabbed around the torso.

Her giggles were music to his ears. He lifted her in his arms as she wrapped her smaller arms around his neck, "Papa!"

He kissed at the side of his daughter's head, "Good morning, my little butterfly."

He set the girl down on the bed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked between the two young children.

"Your mother is making breakfast."

Without another word his children were racing to the door as he called out to them, "No running!"

Their hurried steps slowed a bit at his words. He stepped toward the stairs. Björn was already halfway down while Astrid was stood on the first step still. She looked to him, her small pudgy hand stretching out to him. He smiled warmly, she was still very unsure of going down any stairs without him or you.

He firmly grasped her tiny hand in his, her fingers all wrapping around his index. He took the steps one at a time. Björn, already at the bottom of the stairs, stood impatiently, tapping his foot for his sister and father to get down already.

What felt like an eternity to him, they finally reached the last step and he and his sister rushed over to the kitchen where their mother was.

Elijah entered the kitchen, leaning against the threshold once again and smiling brightly at the sight before him. You had laid out the plates on the kitchen table. You were currently squat on the ground, hugging your children and drowning them in kisses all around their faces. Their giggles and laughs warmed his heart, your smile piercing his soul. The stresses of his work always seemed to melt away here with you and your children.

He stepped closer to bring you all into a warm embrace.

This was his happiness.

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Personally, as a reader, I really dislike the use of "Y/N." I still read stories that use it, but I feel it really disrupts from the flow of the stories I read. My view, as a reader is that, if I can imagine myself as the person being written about (with fantastical powers or being a witch, etc.), then I can imagine that my name is "Blake" or "Astrid". So, I much prefer stories with a named main character.

As a writer on tumblr, I know there are far more stories that use use the reader-insert/2nd person POV style of writing. It's a bit of a challenge for me since I have only ever written in 3rd person, with a named character/OC. And, instead of using "Y/N," I've gotten around it thus far by writing the action of characters saying the MC's name (i.e., Dean looked across the room to you in panic and shouted out your name, "Get down!") or by using nicknames. I find this far less disruptive to the pace of the overall narrative of the story I try to tell.

I'm not saying that my view or style of writing should be adopted; I just wanted to share my own perspective on this subject and how I tackle the writing portion of it. Everyone has their own writing style, and you should write the way you want to write. You can't please everyone, just so long as you're happy with the way your creation turned out.

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Reka's Masterlist

Elijah Mikaelson

One-shots:

Desiderium

Domestic Bliss

Series:

The Housekeeper

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The Originals

One-shots:

Mute!Child!reader

Not A Peep | Painful Silence

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The Housekeeper | Part 3 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: You and Elijah gradually spend more time together with an added surprise visit.

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2

The professional relationship since your moment of connection with Elijah, morphed into something you hadn't foreseen.

Normally every morning when you'd arrive at the estate, you reported immediately to Elijah. He'd list a few things that needed to be completed by the end of the day, not really giving you a time limit for them, merely that they would need to be done before you left his home. Sometimes, he didn't have any tasks that required your attention at that moment and so you'd go about doing other menial jobs, such as cleaning the vast amount of rooms in the building, vacuuming or mopping the hallways and corridors, or dusting off the decor on the walls and shelves.

Now, when you arrived at the manor, besides Elijah giving you his to-do list, he always made some time for small-talk. You were more than happy to partake in getting to speak with him more. Even with the smallest of things, you found that it gave you more insight into how Elijah would think about things or what topics he found important or interesting. You would ask him about different undertakings his winery business was dealing with, and while he couldn't divulge too much information about ongoing deals and projects, he would let you know that things were proceeding well, or that one thing or another had fallen through but he was handling it well enough.

In turn, he would ask you about the projects that Freya and Kol were operating. He had heard from both his siblings that you were following up on their projects every so often, talking to either of them for hours on end about the discoveries they'd made at their current dig site in El Salvador. You had been especially animated about possible Mayan ruins that had been found near the site and were having a blast speculating with Kol about the implications of those ruins being there.

Apart from your morning chit-chats, Elijah also made it a point to insisting that you eat your lunch with him.

Usually, in the occasions that he was incredibly busy, you would take the lunch you made and leave it on a portable table next to his office desk—so as not to disturb the vast amount of paper work on the ornate dark mahogany—and leave him be until he would text you to let you know that you could go back in to pick up the empty plates.

However, in moments where he had time to sit and enjoy his meal and not just partake in the act of eating as a way to maintain sustenance, he would sit at the kitchen island and have his meal there, away from his computer and all the files and paper mess in his office. In those times, you would give him his space and leave the kitchen to have your own lunch in the dining room, which was incredibly too large for one person. Elijah, the day after he had played the piano for you, had let you know that it was okay to have lunch in the kitchen island, where you normally did.

You had protested for a moment but he had cut you off and instead asked you to eat lunch with him. You had no idea that he could mimic the puppy dog look but the way his eyes widened innocently and the way his lips formed into a pout, it was impossible for you to resist his request.

The two of you got to know each other more during these moments. He would regale you with tales of the shenanigans that he and his brothers, and occasionally his sisters, would get up to. He told of the rough patches he and his brothers had gone through, especially in the case of their father, Mikael.

To your horror, their father was not especially loving to any of his sons, least of all to Klaus. It was not widely known, but Klaus was actually only their half-brother, and that their mother had an affair with another. The scandal had been kept under wraps but tensions arose between Mikael and his wife Esther. The two never divorced however and went on to have Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik. However, Mikael's distaste of Niklaus had grown exponentially within that time that Finn, having moved away from his parents and began his humanitarian projects, convinced his younger brother to move in with him, until he was ready to go off on his own.

Your heart felt for him, hearing how tormented Klaus had been by his step-father, you finally knew where his distrust and paranoia had likely stemmed from.

Elijah knew the history of his family was difficult for you sometimes, so the moments where he felt you would need a break from that, he would ask you questions about your own mother, your upbringing, how school life had been before your housekeeping career.

You loved talking about your mom. It brought back so many wonderful memories with her. It helped keep her at the front of your mind, there was no fear of forgetting her anytime soon. You would happily show Elijah some picture from your phone's photo album of the few trips you took, one of which, you had traveled to El Salvador at the same location that Freya and Kol were currently at.

He enjoyed seeing you talk about her. Hearing the sheer love and admiration that you felt for her, the type of woman she was, Elijah couldn't imagine how losing her had impacted you. He hesitated to ask but one day he did. Your smile, which up until that point, had been burning bright, waned at his question.

"Forgive me, you need not answer that." He said quickly, trying to dispel the melancholy that had fallen over the kitchen.

You shook your head, "No, no, it's okay. I understand your curiosity."

You clasped your hands together, fingers tapping silent rhythms onto your skin, "It was pretty sudden. Nothing terribly tragic but, um, it was a heart attack."

You bit at your bottom lip, "One morning, I said, 'I'll see you later' and the next thing I know, I get a call from the general hospital saying that she's gone."

Elijah could hear the crack in your voice, could see how you gripped at your hands to keep you grounded and not crumble at the the thought of such a horrible moment in your life. He reached out, placing his larger hands on yours, and squeezed with such tenderness that you almost didn't feel any pressure from his grip.

"I can not begin to imagine what that must be like. I am sorry you had to go through such a thing alone." He said softly. The deep timbre of his voice was soothing, a warm balm to the familiar ache of loss from remembering your mother's passing.

It didn't help ease the profound sadness but having him there was a comfort in and of itself. Knowing you weren't alone with your grief.

You mustered up a small smile, "It still stings. I don't think that feeling will ever really go away, but it's a lot less than before." You turned over your hands from under his hold, his larger ones opening to allow you to move them, but you grabbed onto his fingers before he could pull away.

"Thank you, Elijah." You squeezed his digits, a warmth spreading through your chest at how his skin felt against yours. You hoped the forming heat you could feel on your cheeks wasn't visible to him.

"Anyone home!?"

The unexpected voice startled the both of you, causing you and Elijah to move your hands away from each other. You and he swivled your heads over to the footsteps you could hear coming from the direction of the entrance.

The head of a young looking man, features resembling Elijah, Kol and Finn, poked into the kitchen where you two were sat. His eyes were a striking baby blue, with prominent brows. His lips were spread in a resting smile.

"Henrik!" You turned to Elijah, who quickly stood from his stool, face lit up with a wide smile at the sight of his youngest brother.

You were quickly coming to love seeing Elijah's face like that, if your racing heart was anything to go by.

The younger man, Henrik, grinned just as widely and raced over the rest of the way to tackle his brother into a bear hug. The two men chuckled heartily and you couldn't stop the smile spreading across your face at seeing the genuine happiness both of them were exuding at the moment.

They parted after a moment, Elijah anchoring a hand to Henrik's shoulder, "Let me look at you!" He scanned his little brother top to bottom, "You've grown again over the last 8 months!"

Henrik laughed aloud and mockingly patted the elder's head, "Or is it that you've shrunk?"

Elijah chuckled at the reply and simply ruffled the young man's hair. He then moved aside, turning back to you and brought a hand to Henrik's back, bringing him forward, "Henrik, I'm sure you've heard of my new housekeeper?"

The youngest Mikaelson grinned at you, nodding as he uttered your name, "Of course I have. Nik told me all about you! It's so nice to finally meet you." He moved forward, outstretching his hand. You took it in yours and gave him a firm two shakes, "All good things, I hope."

He nodded enthusiastically, "For sure! Well, coming from Nik, it was all said with a hint of suspicion, but that's par for the course for him. Bekah and Reya are much more reliable and they couldn't stop singing your praises."

You laughed at his admittance, "I can't imagine what they'd praise me for."

His eyes widened, "Are you kidding, they said you make a mean chicken parmesan," his eyes turned downward, face sheepish as he looked up at you innocently, "I was kinda hoping to try it."

Oh, it seemed that Elijah was not the only one skilled in the 'puppy dog' look.

Your wide eyes looked over to Elijah, seeing his eyes dance with mirth and edge of his lips twitch with amusement.

You snorted, a look of exasperated endearment crossing your features as you looked back at Henrik, eyes narrowed with mock indignance, "I guess I can make it for tonight's dinner."

His face lit up instantly, excitement at the prospect of the rumored 'heavenly chicken parmesan', he pumped a fist into the air and turned around before you could change your mind about tonight's menu.

"I'll be in my room. See you in a bit!" Without looking back, he sped out of the kitchen, his hurried footsteps taking him to the staircase by the entrance.

"He's a bit brazen. I hope you can forgive him." Elijah's baritone broke the silence after Henrik's departure.

You looked at him. His eyes were still glued to where his baby brother had ran off, his face the picture of adoration for the whirlwind of energy that had just ran up the stairs.

You couldn't help but giggle, Elijah's eyes cutting to you at the sound, "There's nothing to forgive. I'm happy to serve. Although," your face turned contemplative as you turned away from him and walked toward the refrigerator, "I'll need to go make a grocery run. I ran out of mozzarella on Tuesday. And need to get some more basil. Actually, I could pair the chicken with some spaghetti. So, I gotta get another jar of sauce...hm, maybe two jars? I wonder how much Henrik eats. Probably two jars then. Oh and gotta get some extra chicken breasts..."

You continued to mutter different ingredients, seeming to have forgotten about Elijah's presence behind you. The action only caused Elijah's face to soften, his eyes following you closely, radiating warmth and tenderness.

He noticed that you tended to hyper-focus on a task that you deemed to be of utmost import. And it filled him with joy that you thought of tending to his siblings as important. You were hired as his housekeeper but that didn't stop you from attending to the wishes of his brothers and sisters. And you did so, not because they were his siblings, but because you genuinely wanted to help and provide in the way only you could.

The more and more he came to know about you the deeper and deeper he was falling in—

Wait.

Was he?

Was this...love?

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Author's note: Dun-dun-duuuuun! The L word!

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The Housekeeper | Part 2 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic) Summary: Elijah and you have a moment of connection.

Previously: Part 1

"Do let me know if you grow tired of spending time with my hum-drum of a brother, darling. I could certainly use your services in my own home." Kol smirked slyly as he kissed the back of your hand.

You could hear said "hum-drum" scoff behind you as you playfully rolled your eyes and patted the younger Mikaelson's cheek, "I don't think that will be any time soon, Kol. But thank you for the offer."

Finn patted your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he brought you into a side hug, "Honestly, you're dodging a bullet. Kol's quite the neglectful caretaker, you'd be cleaning that place for a full year and not be halfway done."

You chuckled heartily as Kol let out an indignant cry. Finn stepped away, going over to Elijah to say his good-bye's while Freya embraced you. "I'll text you pictures of the site and any more items we dig up. It was so good to talk shop with someone who isn't Kol or Finn."

You giggled and hugged her back tightly, "My ear is always open if they ever drive you up the wall."

While you said your farewells to Freya, Finn stepped away from Elijah, he glanced back at you before turning knowingly to his little brother, "We all approve, you know?"

Elijah, having seen him look back at you, blinked in surprise before sighing, throwing you a quick glance to make sure you weren't paying their conversation any mind, and cut back to his brother, "Was I that forthcoming with my interest?"

Finn chuckled softly, "Rebekah took notice first and went about hinting to us that you were pining."

Elijah looked affronted, "Of course she did, and I do not pine."

Finn smiled sympathetically, patting his shoulder in a show of comfort, "You do, brother."

His little brother huffed and looked away, unknowingly trailing his eyes to you, still talking with Freya and Kol, who'd stepped into the conversation.

Elijah cleared his throat and focused back on Finn, his eyes slightly wary, "Do you all truly approve?"

The elder Mikaelson brother grinned, "We really do, Elijah. Even Henrik. And before you ask," he mentioned quickly when he saw Elijah open his mouth to question, "Nik was the one to blab."

Elijah shook his head, a look of affection crossing his face at the mention of his youngest brother.

Finn took another look back and saw that your conversation with Freya and Kol was coming to an end. He turned to Elijah one last time, another hearty pat to his younger brothers shoulder, his eyes warm as he said softly, "You deserve happiness too, Elijah. We all think so. She's not like them."

A familiar sinking feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. Elijah sighed, "You can say their names, Finn. I will not shatter like some fragile, porcelain doll."

"I know," Finn acknowledged softly.

"Finn, come along, you bore!" Kol called obnoxiously from the car.

With a roll of his eyes, Finn stepped away from his little brother and as he passed you, he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. He quickly leaned down and whispered, "Take care of him, will you?"

You looked up and smiled brightly at the eldest brother's request, "For as long as he needs me."

Finn's smile widened, heading to the car without another word.

You heard Elijah step forward behind you, both watching the car drive away. Once the car was out of sight, you turned around, seeing Elijah's eyes already on you, a small, somewhat forlorn smile on his face, "Not many people can get into Kol's good graces. Especially in such a short amount of time."

You two began to make your way back inside the estate. You chuckled sheepishly at the subtle compliment, "I've dealt with Kol's type before. Mainly with middle children, they feel the most isolated of their siblings. It's usually because they feel the most deeply, at least I think so. And they try to hide it behind jokes and aloofness. But my mother would always say, 'You see a lot more when you're in our position'."

Elijah opened the door for you with a questioning look, "Our position?"

You inclined your head in gratitude of his gesture and hummed at his question, "Mmhm. Those in the service industry. We see a lot of things that people don't intend to show, but nobody really notices us. We're seen, but we're not seen, y'know?"

Understanding came over him, "I see. A valuable skill she passed to you, it seems."

You beamed at the compliment and Elijah's heart leaped at the joy displayed so plainly on your face.

"Was she the one to inspire you into pursuing this career?" He asked, moving over to seat himself at the plush couch in the living area.

You hesitated for a moment, never expecting to talk so personally with him but moved to take a seat at the other end of the couch, "She was, yes. She'd take me with her to work on days I didn't have school. She would bring coloring books and toys from home to keep me occupied but I always liked to watch her work."

Elijah smiled warmly at the thought of a child version of you sitting at a table of a stranger's home and being fascinated by your mother's work ethic.

"She was always so dedicated, it didn't matter who's house it was. I wanted to be like her. She dedicated her life to bringing others happiness by being of service to them. When I did my first meaningful act of service, it was such an unforgettable experience. It was..."

You tried to find the word before Elijah finished for you, "Euphoric."

You blinked in surprise, your eyes on him, as if you were seeing him for the first time. Breathlessly, you nodded, "Yes, exactly."

Elijah smiled wryly, "I am no stranger to that feeling. I have spent nearly my whole life in the service of my family. For their safety, comfort, and well-being, there is nothing I wouldn't do for them."

Your eyes shined with new-found respect for your employer.

"You've had to give up a lot, haven't you," you whispered, almost afraid to voice out the statement.

His eyes softened as they trailed to a point behind you, melancholy apparent on his face, "A few things, yes."

You ached to wipe away that look on his face. You stared down at your lap, hands gripping each other so that you didn't impulsively reach out and touch him. You looked over to where his gaze had moved to and it hit you.

Turning back to him, you bobbed your head toward the object in the other room, "Do you still play at all?"

He sighed, "Not at all. Too busy."

You grinned and stood from the couch and with courage you didn't know you possessed, you grabbed hold of the well dressed Mikaelson's sleeve, pulling him up from his seat and dragged him over to the grand piano in the drawing room.

"Well, you seem to have some free time right now, so," you pulled out the piano bench and gestured for him to sit.

He chuckled at your firmness, but seated himself in front of the instrument. You sat down beside him, hands in your lap and your knees grazing each other. Elijah perhaps should have fought a little more, he had a meeting in 15 minutes, but the eagerness on your face had him rooted to his seat.

"You are oddly persuasive. Very well, any requests?" He lifted the fallboard and placed his hands over the keys, ready for whatever piece you might voice.

You thought for a moment before settling on the piece, a favorite of your mother's.

Elijah nodded, inhaled, and played.

The piece began slowly, his fingers tenderly pressing down on the keys, the sound sweet and soft before it built up, louder and louder, with more emotion. His fingers were gliding across the keys, hands moving higher on the board, then scaling down toward the lower notes. His fingers moved so pointedly, so rapidly, it looked like he was simply tickling the keys.

The music swelled and you closed your eyes, feeling yourself moved with the melody. And all you could think about was your mother. Your moments with her, moments that weren't significant by any means, just times when you and her would go out to the park and walk around, the moments you would help her cook in the kitchen, the time you helped her set up a few light bulbs around her home, the times when you two just sat at her couch and watched a movie together or read in the living room.

And soon enough, you opened your eyes, the last of the notes fading away. Elijah looked over at you and he felt his chest tighten. Your eyes were swimming with emotion, tears threatening to spill over. But your smile was as radiant as moonlight. Your eyes stared up at him, overflowing with an emotion he couldn't place.

"Thank you," came your chocked whisper.

His hand lifted without a second thought, and wiped a finger across your cheek where a tear had broken free and raced down your face.

He looked at you in a way you couldn't fathom at the moment, an emotion you couldn't—or perhaps, wouldn't—name.

Your entranced gaze was cut short at the sound of a blaring tone coming from within his jacket pocket.

The both of you blinked and moved away. When had you even scooted closer to him?

He reached into his jacket and extracted his phone, noting the time—6 minutes late for his meeting—and stood, an apologetic look thrown your way. You smiled back and shook your head, a clear sign saying, 'don't worry'.

He walked away in the direction of his office as he answered the call.

Your body deflated dramatically the moment he was out of sight.

Did that just happen? What exactly happened?

You placed a hand over your racing heart before shaking your head and rising from the bench. You carefully closed the fallboard and pushed the bench so that it was under the piano.

Brushing off non-existent dirt from your clothes, you pushed the incident away from your mind, for now.

You had bed sheets that needed changing.

Author's note: A shorter part but its the spark needed to jump-start this whole thing into gear!

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Part 3

All the Mikaelson siblings already shipping you and Elijah together lmao

Also the piano piece I listened to was the main theme from Interstellar, particularly this arrangement.

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I've read the first part of your housekeeper serie and I really hope you'll write other parts soon cause omg, I love it so much!

there is something in your writing that captured me, and I can't wait to read more<33

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you've enjoyed it! And, no worries Part 2 is currently being worked on. I'm having a blast with it, can't wait for you all to read it when it's done!

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