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CHEF'S KISS 😍

Yes, Sir | Chapter 11*

At some point in the night, he pulled you away to a more private place, his arm still hooked in yours. "Why are we over here?" you asked with a soft smile, looking around curiously. He practically pushed you up against the wall, his lips connecting immediately with yours.

You were surprised by the kiss and slightly yelped against his lips, your hands coming up to wrap in his hair. You moaned gently against him and he pulled away, "You have no idea how much I've wanted that, my dear." His voice was already husky and laced with lust.

"Trust me, I've wanted it too," you breathed.

"I feel like you've been teasing me all night," he told you, a brow raising at you in slight accusation.

You breathed a laugh, "I'm glad you noticed. I thought you wouldn't. Why do you think I touched my neck like that?"

He shook his head, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. His hand smoothed against your body, your dress a barrier as he longed to feel your skin under his touch. He gripped your hip tightly, pulling your body against him, "You little vixen."

He kissed you again, his lips nipping along your jaw as they pressed against the sweet spot along your throat. You moaned and his hand came up to clasp around your mouth, "You must be quiet if you don't want to be caught."

Your breathing was already all over the place from his lips against your skin. He pulled his hand momentarily away from your mouth to press against your throat. You let out a breathy moan, "I wouldn't mind that too much." You felt him smile against your skin and it spread to you.

Your body felt like it was on fire. You wanted to feel him against you, but the dress prevented that well. He moved you to a table lined against the hall, lifting you to sit on top of it as he moved between your legs. You breathed heavily, "Elijah, please fuck me."

He breathed against your skin, his hand pressing a little harder against your throat, "I don't believe that's how you are supposed to address me, is it?" Your lip turned up into a smile at his words, shuttering against him as he lifted the bottom of your dress to finally feel your skin. His hand trailed underneath your dress, his fingers pressing against your warm heat as he grazed over you.

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson. Please fuck me," you whispered to him, keeping your voice as low as you could manage with your desire lighting your body on fire. He palmed you through the lace of your panties, feeling how wet you were and how much wetter you were becoming. You were so hot, and your panties were soaked.

When he hadn't made a move other than touching you and peppering you in kisses and new hickeys, you became a little more desperate. "Please, sir, I've been good. I've made everything perfect for you, haven't I?"

A deep moan vibrated in his chest at your words, his cock hard in his pants as your sinful pleas filled his ears and made him want you even more--if that were even possible. "Say it again," he husked, his lips right next to your ear as he kissed against your sweet spot, "Say how good you've been. Prove to me that you deserve your reward."

Your hands smoothed against his chest, your breath a mess as you obeyed him, "I've been a good girl. I did everything perfectly, made everything perfect for tonight. I made everything perfect for you, didn't I?"

He slipped his fingers past your panties, slipping inside of you as he earned a moan. His other hand caressed your cheek as he watched your face twist with pleasure, "Yes, you have, baby. I'm so proud of you. You made everything perfect."

You smiled as your chest heaved, your body pressing against him. He whispered in your ear as you fumbled with his belt, "You've been a very good girl. Let me show you what that earns you. But you have to be perfectly quiet, alright?" You nodded obediently, your eyes looking into his as his hand stayed on your cheek.

He gave a few more pumps of his fingers before removing them from you, pulling his cock from his pants as he scooted you closer to him. He stroked himself a couple times, "Are you going to be good for me?"

You nodded, staying quiet just as he told you to. He smiled, "Good girl." You bit your lip, letting out a desperate breath to keep yourself from saying anything. He set his hands on your waist, pushing into you with a deep groan.

Your head fell back, your tiara slipping from your head as you let out another long sigh that turned into a silent moan. "You're so tight," he breathed, a hand removing the choker from you so he had more access to your neck.

He heard the tiara fall onto the table with a quiet clutter. He pulled out of you slowly, thrusting back into you. Your head fell forward onto his chest, your arms hooked around his neck. He gripped you tighter, pulling you closer off the edge of the table as he started to thrust into you with more and more force.

You were so wet, your cunt dripping with arousal as he filled you perfectly. It was becoming increasingly harder to keep quiet with his cock thrusting into you so roughly so deeply. He lifted you from the table, pushing your back into the wall as he pounded into you. Your moans began to slip from your throat, and his kissed along your neck, moving one hand from your waist to wrap around your throat as his teeth grazed your skin.

"You're so perfect," he whispered to you. Your moan was a little louder and it only pushed your body closer to the edge. The idea that the party still carried on without you, the idea that anyone could stray from the dance floor and away from everything and find you here, pinned against the wall as you were being fucked by your boss, made you hotter than you ever thought it would.

You could feel Elijah's control slipping as his hand wrapped tighter around your throat, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin and leaving sexy bite marks that you couldn't wait to see. "I'm going to cum, my love," he whispered to you.

You were too caught in your pleasure to point anything out, your own nearing orgasm sneaking up on you as his cock dragged in and out of your soaking cunt. You nodded, kissing him roughly. The hand he had wrapped around your throat moved down your body, dipping under your dress once again to rub against your sensitive, throbbing clit. You were unable to stay very quiet anymore and Elijah kissed your harder in an attempt to silence you a little more.

He shuddered against you when he came, throwing you into your own release as your mind went blank, nothing but white flashing behind your eyes as a muffled cry ripped from your throat. He filled you up, planting you on his cock as you both rode your highs together. When you finally came down, he pulled out of you and set you on unsteady knees, supporting you so you could stand.

Your mind slowly came back to you, your chest heaving as you pieced together the quick but intensely heated moment you had just shared with Elijah. His sinful words echoed in your head and threatened to have you against him again, begging him to fill you up once more. He kissed your forehead as he grabbed your tiara, placing it carefully back onto your head as you chuckled lightly.

He looked at you longingly when the tiara was placed securely back in your hair, "You are so beautiful, my dear."

You smiled deeply, blushing even deeper before you remembered something. "Wait, what did you call me?" you asked.

"My dear?" he questioned, his brows knitting together.

You shook your head, "No, before that."

"Beautiful?" he suggested, his finger coming up to grasp your chin. You shook your head against, "No, you said... You called me..."

Elijah seemed to actually blush when he caught on to what you were saying. He looked down sheepishly at his feet, his hand smoothing down your arm to grasp your hand while his other hand stuffed in his pocket. "Oh... I called you... my love." He sighed gently, seemingly nervous to meet your eyes. "Is that wrong?"

You couldn't help but smile at his sheepishness. Never in the five years that you have known this cool, collected, and composed man have you ever seen him actually nervous. This was the man who always kept a level head, who always radiated confidence and sureness. Now he was blushing and staring down at his feet as her anxiously waited for your answer.

You brought your lip between your teeth, shaking your head gently as you placed your hand on his cheek, "No, Elijah, it's not wrong... I like it--I love it." He looked back at you and smiled gently, holding your hand to his cheek. He picked up your choker again, feeling the jewels in his hand before having you turn around for him. He placed it back around his neck with a soft smile, kissing the side of your neck. "I'm glad." He then sighed deeply, "Come. We should rejoin the party before people start wondering where we are."

You nodded, "'Course." He wrapped an arm around you and ushered you down the hall by his side, smiles plastered on both your faces.

He brought you back to the dance floor where he swayed with you for a little longer. His eyes bore into yours and never looked away. When he pulled you into his chest, you set your head against him as the two of you danced to the slow song.

You smiled and sighed, your eyes on the floor as you relished in him, his scent of signature cologne and something that was entirely Elijah. You slowly dragged your eyes back up, darting around the room as you danced with him. You froze completely against him when you caught sight of who you thought was Elena at first. It wasn't until you noticed the outfit was different, and so was her hair.

Elena had her hair straightened tonight, so this would have had to be Katherine, who was dressed as a can-can dancer. At first, you just rolled your eyes and rested back against Elijah, allowing his warm presence to soothe you again. Your eyes trailed back to her and your face drained of color, your body stilling completely, as you gasped sharply.

Elijah paused when you stopped moving, feeling your agitation and fear. He hooked a finger under your chin, having you look back up at him, "What's wrong?" He was already on edge as you seemed to quiver slightly.

Your breath was uneven and you trembled slightly, "Connor's here."

Elijah's jaw clenched and his eyes hardened as he turned his gaze to search the room before falling on the pair that had just set their eyes on him and you. Connor and Katherine walked over, cocky grins on each of their faces.

"We have to go," you said hurriedly. Elijah slowly moved you so that you were standing a little more behind him, using his body as a shield for you so he could protect you. "I'll take care of it," he told you, his jaw ticking with frustration and anger at the man who was currently still stalking over.

You pressed your hands against him as you slightly begged him, "No, let's just go. This doesn't need to escalate. Just take me home." His muscles were still tensed and his gaze still hard, he showed no sign of backing down. It wasn't until he looked back at you that his eyes finally softened, his jaw unclenching as he sighed gently. He brought you close, kissing your forehead, "Alright. Let's go."

He hooked an arm around your waist again, his other hand in front of the two of you as he tried to clear way to get to the door. But before you could even reach the door, you were stopped by the pair of assholes standing before you. You stilled for a moment before your body began to tremble. You tried to look as brave a possible, using the costume and Elijah's presence to try to have more strength than you felt you had. You didn't want to seem like some weak girl, not in front of Katherine Pierce, and especially not in front of Connor.

Elijah's jaw clenched again and his hold on you tightened as he took a small step forward, putting you a little more behind him protectively. "Leaving so soon?" Katherine questioned, a sickly smile on her face as she eyed you and Elijah.

"Yes, actually. It's been a nice and long night, and I would like to get home," you said, clearing your throat as you tried to avoid looking at Connor dressed as a damn police officer.

"But why so soon?" Katherine asked, tilted her head to the side as she batted her lashes, "The fun's only just begun. It isn't even midnight, yet."

"Nope," you said, "Goodbye." You went to step forward but they only blocked your way again. Connor smirked, "C'mon, can't I get one dance from you?"

Katherine smiled, a hand over her mouth. "That is a wonderful idea, Connor. Why don't you dance with Y/L/N," she gave Elijah one of her signature smirks, her hand setting on his shoulder, "and I dance with Elijah?" Elijah's hard gaze turned on her, the intensity of his stare keeping her from stepping forward. He removed her hand from his shoulder, slight disgust flooding his features as he tried to mask it, "I think we'll pass. We have a busy week ahead of us, Ms. Pierce. It's best we get some rest."

Katherine pouted, setting a hand on his chest, "Then why don't you take me home instead. I'm sure Connor and Ms. Y/L/N can entertain each other while we... entertain ourselves." Elijah felt you tense against him, gripping him tighter as you tried to keep a steady breath.

He was getting more and more impatient with Katherine, her insistence on upsetting you serving his growing anger. He didn't want you upset, he wanted to see you happy. His glare somehow hardened as he spoke in a more firm voice, "No, we will pass. Besides, Ms. Piece, I don't believe you should be mingling with people such as Connor. You wouldn't want to get yourself hurt." He turned his gaze to him then, an unsettling smile on his face, "As a matter of fact, is there not a restraining order against you?"

Connor sneered, "Not currently." Katherine seemed to be putting two and two together as she realized his words, her gaze turning up to look at Connor as she figured out why you seemed to antsy and uneasy with him being there. She cleared her throat gently, "I think I'm going to go get a drink."

Connor didn't give her so much as a second glance as she slowly stepped away to leave. Her eyes looked over at you, giving you a look that seemed almost...apologetic? That was definitely a first.

Connor held a hand out to you, "How about a dance? Just one?" He gave you a feigned pleading look, trying to be soft and gentle to coax you from your shell. You shook your head, taking a slight step back as Elijah walked with you, trying to stay as close to you as possible, "No. Fuck off, Connor. I don't want to dance with you."

"C'mon, baby."

"Don't call me that."

Elijah's voice was chilling, "You should leave."

"Is there an issue here?" another voice spoke. This voice was accented and as familiar as they come. You almost smiled as you all turned to see Klaus and Marcel walking over, their dates standing only a few feet away with their arms crossed over their chests. Marcel tilted his head a little, his eyes narrowing as he turned them on you. He could tell you were scared, and it was a rare sight for him--it was a rare sight for anyone, really. "Is he bothering you?"

You gave a soft nod, offering an even softer smile and he turned his hard gaze on Connor, his hands in his pockets. Elijah seemed to calm now that he had his brother and friend at his side. He pulled you closer to him, "Yes, I'm just trying to get Y/N home but our guest is not letting us through."

They glanced at you again and you mouth "Connor" to them, they realized just exactly what the situation was. Klaus' expression became more dangerous and the kindness in Marcel's face disappeared. Connor was now becoming more antsy.

Klaus' voice dropped a little and his calm voice was chilling, a smirk was now spread across his face. Instead of the playful, mischievous grin it usually was, it was dark and vicious, "I think you should step aside. It would be a shame if anyone were to get hurt tonight, wouldn't you think so?"

Marcel nodded his agreement, "Besides, you don't want cause any problems, do we? Everyone's having fun." You felt safer in the presence of your friends, your confidence returning to you now that you had more allies on your side. You stood a little taller, your hand wrapped around Elijah's arm moving to grasp his hand instead as you gaze a harder look. You watched Connor looked at each of the men who stared him down as he sized them up. Their eyes were hard, they were threatening and dangerous. He then looked at Rebekah and Caroline backing you all up. At first, he thought that they would never be able to take him, but the harder their looks became and the more visible their anger became, the more unsure he was.

He uncrossed his arms and reluctantly took a step to the side. He knew he couldn't win. He huffed a sigh and shook his head, "It was nice seeing you, Y/N..."

You scoffed lightly, "I can't say the same for you. Goodbye, Connor." He scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he headed out of the door. Rebekah and Caroline came over to you, pulling you into hugs as Caroline asked you gently, "Are you alright?"

"I can't believe that bastard came tonight," Rebekah huffed.

You nodded, "I'm fine, thank you."

"You don't need to thank us, Y/N," Marcel said with a smile, "We got your back."

Klaus set his hand on your elbow with a soft, kind smile, "If you need help with him again, do not be afraid to ask. You're as good as family."

Elijah's lip turned up into a light smile, "Some details in the case can be...overlooked. I'm sure a black eye and a few broken bones won't be too essential to the crime, wouldn't you agree?"

You chuckled light, shaking your head as you held a little closer to him. You hugged each of them, giving them more of your thanks. They wished you a good night and turned back to the party as they confirmed you were both all right.

"Can we go home?" you whispered to Elijah, your eyes slightly pleading. He nodded with a smile, a hand at the back of your head as he kissed your forehead gently, "Of course, I'll take you to my place for tonight. Is that alright?"

You nodded, "It's perfect." He wrapped an arm protectively around you as he contacted Josh to come and retrieve the two of you. When Josh was just pulling in, you both stepped out into the chilly night, the cool air nipping at you. You took in a deep breath and allowed it to calm you as Elijah ushered you to the car, allowing you in first--as a gentleman should.

The car ride was calm and Josh's eyes constantly flickered from you and the road. He was obviously concerned, but would not question out of politeness. You leaned your head against Elijah's shoulder, his slow breaths calming you completely. He kissed your forehead when you had fallen asleep against him. Josh dropped you both off at Elijah's place, and Elijah carried you up to his room where he laid you in bed.

Elijah undressed you, careful not to wake you up. You would be lying if you didn't admit that you had already woken, but you were too content with him taking care of you so gingerly. He put you in one of his button ups, your dress set neatly folded on a chair with your tiara on top. He crawled in the bed with you after dressing down to sweats, and you automatically curled up against him, your head laying on his chest.

The sound of Elijah's steady heartbeat in his chest lulled you back to sleep, a small smile on your face but just barely visible. Your hand smoothed against his chest and you let out a soft sigh, which almost broke into a content moan. Under your breath in a smallest whisper, you muttered sleepily, "I love..."

Elijah's lips parted, his hand caressing your cheek at your unfinished words. He smiled gently, kissing your forehead again and settling once again. He feel asleep next to you, happy to have his arms wrapped securely around your body.

You were so happy to wake up the next morning to find Elijah still in bed beside you. You were pretty sure he was still asleep, his eyes were closed and his breath was slow and calm. He looked so peaceful as he rested. You couldn't help but gaze up at him, his calm demeanor drawing you in to the deepest depths of peace.

You sat up on your elbow to get a better look at him. His hand was still placed gently on your back, providing a safe warmth for you to relish in. You smiled gently, watching him intently. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then the side of his neck, and then his chest. He slowly woke up to your kisses, a smile on his face as his hand began to softly rub your back.

You hummed as you kissed his skin again, "Good morning."

"Good morning," he replied in a raspy morning voice. He brought his hand up to the back of your head and leaned in to kiss your neck gently. You hummed again, and he pulled you down to kiss you.

You sighed gently, "Can we just stay like this today?" Elijah found himself weakened by your eyes. Your face was so soft, the silent plead in your gaze was knocking the breath from him, and your hand drawing patterns on his chest was making it harder for him to move. You had single-handedly paralyzed him with just your beauty.

He smiled and sighed gently, "Whatever you want." He kissed your forehead and the two of you just laid there in each other's arms. The rest of the day was filled with rest and sex. There were a couple of times where you would get up to eat, but most of the day was spent in the bedroom, where you relished in one another.

You were both late to work the next morning, you accidentally slept in and Elijah dropped you off at your home so you could get proper clothes on, and he didn't leave until you were ready to go so he could drive you down. It wasn't like either of you minded, no one was going to question the boss and his assistant why they were late to work, you both were literally one of the highest powers at the firm.

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why is so this cute😭?

Do u think u could make something where Klaus after he's become the hybrid goes round innocent readers house and reader just has like 2 or 3 massive dogs like Rottweiler, great Dane, Newfoundland, a breed like that, like, how would he be with that after he'd recently unlocked his wolf side and he's just like, really territorial over reader then the dogs become more territorial over reader, just something along those lines.ALSO, if this doesn't make sense then I'm really sorry and I love your writing❤

They’re Just Puppies!

Y/n didn’t ever have Klaus round her house, she said that it was too small and that he wouldn’t like it. Klaus told her it was ridiculous and if it belonged to her then he would love it but she continued to refuse.

Begrudgingly he let it go.

Until of course he unlocked his wolf side. Once his beast was in control, he was able to smell the other canines on her. His wolf did not like that at all. So naturally he would rub as much of his scent on her as possible, ensuring that any being with a nose would be able to smell him everywhere.

She never questioned it and just enjoyed the affection, she would snuggle against him and bask in his warmth.

But then as soon as she got home, her dogs would become confused and alarmed by the smell of another animal on her and would ensure to clean the scent off as best they could.

To Klaus’s wolf this was a competition, whoever or whatever was marking her was challenging him and he didn’t take it lightly.

He made sure to have her on him all the time, sat on his lap or held in his arms. He would have her dress in his clothes and would insist she kept them.

Y/n remained oblivious to the territorial nature of Klaus’s behaviour, she hadn’t been in a relationship before and assumed everyone was as protective and possessive over their lover like he was. So she fed into it and happily and would wrap herself up in his henleys, she’d shower at his house and use his soap like he told her to and snuggled up in his sheets so that every inch of her skin smelt of him.

Klaus was glad at her willingness, it eased his mind but he would still smell the dogs on her and he couldn’t distinguish if it was wolf or your average pet. A brief wondering of her being a werewolf passed his mind but she was far too docile and sweet to have ever killed someone. Even if her wolf side were dormant he couldn’t imagine her ever unlocking it and he didn’t want her to unless she absolutely had to. No he’d make any kills necessary for her so that she may remain innocent.

Her innocence made her so easy to love, she just wanted to be with him and curl up in his hold. When he was angry she would just hug him and apologise for things that weren’t her fault and she would defend his actions with everything she had. Klaus in return would ensure that not an ounce of harm should ever come to her. She didn’t deserve any suffering.

The only time her innocence became slightly frustrating was when Klaus tried to insinuate anything sexual. To begin with his hints and touches weren’t acknowledged at all but gradually he made himself more clear and introduced her to new feelings.

His wolf especially loved to push her limits, loved to claim her as his own and fill her with his love.

After a while, Klaus managed to convince Y/n to let him come to her house.

When she opened the door, three big Rottweilers were immediately all over her. Klaus’s wolf let out a low growl as she giggled and stroked the dogs, calling them all ‘good boys’. Those two words made his wolf snap, he pulled her back into his arms and pressed himself tightly against her. She laughed and look up at him with a smile.

“They won’t bite, they’re gentle really I promise” she told him, unaware of the way they all bared their teeth at Klaus.

Their mouth shut as soon as she turned to them and a flow a whined left them, their tails wagging as they begged for her attention.

She pulled away from Klaus making him frown. She proceeded to lead her dogs to the kitchen and fill their bowls but they were more interested and getting Klaus’s scent off of her skin.

The hybrid did not like this at all. He flashed his golden eyes at one of the dogs which resulted in one of them growling threateningly and biting ur teeth at him. Y/n told the pet off and apologised with a confused tone. “People don’t really come over so maybe he just doesn’t like you in the house” she murmured, stroking the dogs head lovingly making Klaus’s wolf whimper.

Eventually he had her away from them and instead pressed against the couch.

The Rottweilers stayed on the floor, a serious of quiet growls sounding from them as they watched Klaus push his tongue into Y/n’s mouth. She would whine and moan softly, her legs wrapping around him and hands in his hair. Klaus would glance at the dogs every now and then, his gaze threatening and deliberate as he rubbed his hands against her body.

His mouth attacked her neck next, purposefully making those dark marks that ranged from red to blue along her neck. Y/n whimpers his name on repeat, her fingers tugging his curls desperately.

Eventually one of her pets got frustrated enough and came over, growling and snapping its teeth at Klaus.

Immediately he snarled back and pulled away, letting his hybrid features take over his face.

“Klaus!” Y/n gasped “stop, they’re puppies” she cried, pushing him off and letting one of her Rottweilers jump on beside her. Klaus’s jaw clenched as he watched her hug and kiss the animal of the head, smiling and whispering to him.

“That is not a puppy” he grumbled and she looked up at him sadly

“You don’t like him? Any of them?” She asked quietly, and Klaus’s expression changed. Would she leave him if he didn’t get on with the dogs?

“I- not yet! But maybe, I just don’t know them” he cleared his throat and reached out to pet the dog only for it to grab his hand with its teeth.

“He’s just playing, come on drop” she commanded and the dog let go of his hand, happy to get praise and pets from Y/n. Klaus narrowed his eyes but smiled when she looked his way. Silently he pulled her into his lap and hummed

“How about we go upstairs?” He proposed and she nodded

“Sure, now?” She asked

“Mhm definitely” he mumbled whilst picking her up and quickly taking her upstairs and into her room. He dropped them both onto her bed and crawled on top of her with a soft sigh of relief. The moment was short lived as all three dogs jumped up beside them, laying down on her bed and wagging their tails knowingly.

Klaus groaned and laid on top of her, squishing her and making her giggle. “What’re you doing” she whispered and he mumbled

“Do they have to be in here?”

“They sleep here” she told him with the tilt of her head

“I know sweetheart but currently I don’t plan on sleeping right now love. We can let them in…later” he moaned and she sighed

“Fine but…they’ll cry”

“Doesn’t bother me” he replied easily

“Okay” she whispered as she moved from under him and ushered her boys out of her room and shut the door. Klaus grinned and tackled her back to bed, kissing her all over and pulling the covers over them. Y/n let out a giggle and pressed her lips to his.

Just as Klaus’s hands got to her panties, the handle of the door went. Y/n tensed and Klaus’s head shot up. He look in the direction only to find the Rottweilers stood in the doorway, tails wagging and tongues hanging.

“Why didn’t I see that coming?” Klaus uttered to himself, staring blankly at the animals and wondering how he would figure this out.

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About damn time (First Meeting) Kol x Reader platonic!, Elijah Mikaelsonx Immortal reader first meeting! Klaus Mikaelson x Immortal reader first meeting!

Summary; Kol finally fulfils his promise he had made to you millennium ago before Klaus dragged him, it took some time to remember the promise he had vowed to his closest friend and now he's come to rescue you(?)

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''Brother, do you perhaps know where Kol is taking us?'' Klaus question, walking through what seemed an endless loop of an abandoned forest.

''I haven't the fanciest idea, Niklaus, perhaps you should ask him?'' Elijah shrugged, watching the cool air leave his lips. they had been on this path for what seemed hours on a torturous end.

The younger Mikaelson seemed occupied with his search, determined to find the location of wherever he was going seemingly unaware of the two brother's conversation.

It had been what felt like hours before Kol finally came to a stop, in front of a rather old and abandoned and shut down facility. Well it looked more like what Kol would would call hell.

''Kol, fancy telling us why you have brought us to what seems...an abandoned facility?'' Klaus's voice cipped in, his voice echoing throughout the facility.

''If I remember correctly her cell was....ah, here we are!'' Kol muttered to himself as the three Mikaelson's came to a stop in front of a large beaten down metal door. There was a power of sorts, it was faint but Klaus and Elijah would feel the magic and power emanating from whatever was behind these closed doors.

''She? well, isn't that just hilarious brother.''

''A woman? dear lord, Kol what have you gotten yourself into this time?''

Both brothers mused at the same time, while Kol on the other hand, seemed rather happy and slightly anxious something he had only felt around Davina.

''Quite, now brothers, you need not make so much noise..or you might upset her'' Kol shushed his brothers as he grunted, pushing open the metal beaten down doors only to be met with the sight of you.

Hanging by a thred, chained, bloodied and wholes pierced throughout your body, it was like something form a horror moive, expect it was right there, in front of all of them to see.

Kol, on the other hand seemed to be unbothered by it, and grinned, slowly walking closer and closer to the seemingly dead woman.

''Y/N! old friend! it has been far too long, I apologise for taking so long, darling.''

Y/N? Old friend?

far too long? just what the fuck was Kol going on about?

''Brother, I do not think it is a good idea to approach a dead woman—''

''Nonsense! Y/N and I go way back, she would do no harm to me!'' Kol cut Elijah off again, coming to a stop in front of you, slowly kneeling down beside you.

And tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you managed to open your eyes.

''There's those deadly eyes I've missed so much.'' You couldn't help but attempt to groan and roll your eyes at him but all you could give him was a weak nod.

''Oh, you poor thing...I am truly sorry for not coming sooner darling..'' He mumbled, almost to himself if it weren't for how close he was to you. The sound of tust and steel clashed against each other was heard as Kol managed to free you of the chains that had binded you to this hell whole.

Grunts and groan were heard as Kol threw that last steel pole to a near by corner and swiftly catching you before you could meet the cold ground.

''You must have a death sentence, old friend, have I not told you of my disdain of man-kind...why have you brought two?'' You croaked out eyeing the two men that stood quietly, as your body began to heal on its own almost until it was like all the wholes, deep wounds, scars and marks had had vanished as if they weren't there to begin with.

Elijah and Klaus shared a knowing look, to say they were astonished at how fast you could heal was an understatement, you looked like an ordinary person. Yet the magic that coursed through your veins a spoke other words.

''Ah, is that so? and who might you be, love?'' Klaus asked, approaching the two, grinning at the sight of your disdain plastered on your face. ''Niklaus, I suggest you not angry the girl any feather, you don't know what she is capable of''

Klaus simply shrugged off Elijah's concerns instead, focusing on the anger girl.

''Y/N L/N, who the hell are you?'' You spat back, all but venom in your tone of voice,

You clearly didn't like them, for clear obvious reasons. Them on the other hand seemed intrigued by the woman covered in stained blood.

''Niklaus Mikaelson, pleasure to meet you, Y/N''

''Niklause? ah,so I take it your the bastard that daggered Kol and kept in a coffin for centuries? tsk...some brother you are'' Klaus raised an eyebrow at your boldness, stopping right in front of you with a wicked grin.

''Now, now no need for such hostility, I simply followed at my little brothers request.''

''Hm, a shame really, there wouldn't be a need for hostility if I didn't know man-kind so well'' You retored, attempting to move only to fall into the arms of a man you didn't know yet you already hate.''Careful love, wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to hurt yourself now would we?'' Both brothers rolled their eyes at Klaus statement, of course he would flirt with you, even if the crazy idiot didn't know who he was talking to.

Before you could think of a comeback, your mind had gone blank and suddenly you were knocked out cold in his arms, all three brothers stared at you for a moment, before Kol gently scooped you out of Klaus's embrace.

carrying you braidstyle out of the abandoned facility as they made they're way out of the forest,

''Rest, old friend. You deserve it.'' Kol gentle whisper was the last thing you remembered before blacking out, into a deep and such needed sleep.

#klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #Kol x reader #Klaus x Reader #Elijah x reader #Klaus being Klaus #elijah mikealson imagine #klaus imagine #the originals imagine #Kol is fond of reader

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II ☨𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ☨ II Burn into flames angst

oneshot! Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall! Reader x Elijah onesided love! closed/Jealous(?) off reader!

Summary; Y/N isn't good with feelings and can't come to terms with the fact that Elijah cannot love her the way she craves. Elijah is just a big softie for his dearest friend, trying to provide her with comfort but ends up doing the opposite :'(

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Why was Elijah so hell bound to protect Halyley? why did he always put himself in harms way for a woman carrying another man's baby— his brother's baby, so why, just why was he so hell bent on protecting her?

You knew why, he had fallen for her, fallen for a woman he had only known for a few months. Honestly you just could understand why, out of all people to fall for, why her?

You just couldn't wrap your head around it, you had been with the originals for as long as they had been around, yet you just couldn't wrap your head around it,

Maybe it was the jealousy speaking, maybe it was because you were in a state of disbelief but whatever it was it had a grip on you, most of the time you spaced out, staring at the walls as if it were the most interesting in your years of being alive.

And sometimes it was Kol snapping you back to reality, and sometimes, just sometimes, you wished it was Elijah pulling you back to reality and not his brothers. It was a selfish and stupid thought on your part, you buried it deep down, despite the little hope that sparked every time you looked to see who had driven you back to reality.

you needed to get a grip of yourself, you were Y/N Y/L/N, the closed off woman whom stood loyal at his side, you were his friend, his companion, his closet friend. he would never look at you the way he does with Halyley,

You had come to that reality a long time ago when you first saw Elijah with a woman that was not you, smiling affectionately at another woman in a way he hadn't with you, so you buried how you felt for his sake. Praying he wouldn't gain on you.

Then it happened, you were again, seemed a little too preoccupied staring intently at the wall, lost deep on thought, Elijah had just finished helping Halyley settle down hope when he had found you in this state, it was a state he was far too familiar with.

The kind where you don't know if your drunk or just stuck in an endless loop of despair.

His heart ached at the sight, he hated seeing you like this, lost in a space of void, seemingly deep in your mind. With a sigh he stacked closer, gently settling his glass down as to not startle you.

He watched you for a moment, taking in your state of thought, the glass cup that was barely hanging by a thred in your fingertips, the way you would sigh, clench and unclench your jaw every now and than. He saw the ragging battle that sate within you.

That ragging storm that he too, was once familiar with, he wanted to help, to support you in any way, but he couldn't not if he didn't know the root of the problem.

After a few minutes of silent watching and thinking the sound of glass slipping and falling against the ground, snapped both of you out of your trace. When your gaze flickered towards his, your heart sank.

What was he doing here? why was he here? how long had he been here? numerous thoughts ran through your head as you stared him blank face, never once blinking or breaking eye contat.

''Are you okay?''

''What?''

''Y/n, I asked if you were okay, are you okay?''

''Yes, I'm fine, old friend. Why wouldn't I be?'' Your reply came out almost forced, like you had intended to say something else but blurred out the first thing that came to mind as you stood up and brushed yourself off of any glass that may had fallen on you.

Elijah frowned his brows, picking up on it almost immediately, and you cured under your breath for not being able to convince him you were fine.

''No, you are not, tell what is bothering you. I'm sure I can help with it.'' Elijah pressed feather, trying to get you to fess up and confind in him like he had done with you many times before.

''Lijah, I told you I'm fine,'' You sighed as you began to pick up the shattered pieces of glass and dispose of them in the bin.

''No, you are not.''

''Yes, I am, 'Lijah,'' You argued back, biting back ever word you wanted to say to him.

''You are being dishonest,'

''Elijah, what are you imply—''

''You are lying to me, I can see it, your tone of voice, the slight tremble in your ever step, and the ragging battle that you are fighting within yourself.''

Your stood stunned, glass shards in your hands as your heart sank into your stomach where you that readable that Elijah was able to see the ragging storm inside you? you had prided yourself on keeping yourself in check. Much like Elijah, but it seems as though you had failed.

''What did you just say?''

''I said I know you're lying to me—''

''Don't.'' You whispered, unable to voice or even come close to expressing how you felt in that moment.

''What?''

''Don't, 'Lijah, just— don't...please''

Now he was really concerned about you, of all his years of knowing you, he had never not once heard you plead like this. Like someone had hurt you, like you were wounded.

''Y/n, please. Tell what bothers you this much, clearly it is something or rather...someone—'' Before he could even finish you had vanished out of his sight. He sighed deeply, running and ran through his hair, feeling an overwhelming guilt for not being able to help you, without realising he was the cause of the problem. He just wanted to help his close friend whom he'd spent years with.

#Elijah mikaelson angst #elijah x reader #elijah x halyley #onesided love #y/n isn't good with feelings #elijah mikealson imagine

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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- Elijah x Fem oc!

Summary: Liliana and Elijah has been married for a millennium, their marriage was forced by Mikael Mikaelson and her father, though they had a mutual agreement; in front of praying eyes and nosy people they would act has an affectionate and loving couple but behind closed doors they would act differently.

Now, almost millennia later, Elijah's platonic feelings had turned into romantic feelings for his wife that had stuck with him through everything, even when he was at a time where he had loved other women in a way he hadn't with her and he realises just how sacred Liliana has been all this time.

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 is all he'd ever shown, all he'd ever know with her, despite being married to Liliana for almost a millennium. He doesn't understand how to love her.

But with Hayley it's different, Elijah understood how to love her, how to make her smile, how to get her to laugh, but that love didn't least, she'd left him and married Jackson.

They had similarities, well at least in Elijah's eyes he saw similarities between the two women, yet his love for each woman was different. But what can he make of this? what can he make of actually feeling something for Liliana?

She was a closed book, often reserved and quiet yet loud and brutal all at once like time ticking bomb. She'd been since he had met her, and no matter how hard Elijah tried he just couldn't woo her, sway her, get her to feeling at least something for him.

So why does he love her? was he because they'd been together for so long his platonic feelings turned into romantic? he had thought numerous times throughout the day, often wondering the possibilities of Liliana showing him she did in fact care.

It was a warm summer night, Elijah had saved his brother from yet, another one of his crazy antics and had wanted to come home and just sit back and Realx when he had stumble upon his wife,

half bare, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, slightly lent forward, wearing red and black lace underwear with a plain black shirt hanging from her slim shoulders as she fixed herself up.

She looked breathtaking, half awake, short Raven black hair messliy hung just slightly above her shoulders. And for the first time he had looked at her, really looked at her, taking in her appearance for once rather then being occupied with a book and a glass of whisky.

His eyes glazed over her slim body, seeing the scars and burn marks on her uper back and torso some new and most old, a frown forming on his face, had he been so blind all this time? when had she gotten them? and why hadn't he known in the first place? Elijah didn't dare to let his gaze wonder lower then it always was.

But he felt stupid, ashamed, and regretful he had neglected his duty towards her as her husband, he felt self conflicted about this, when didn't she just tell him? why hadn't she gone to him for help? and why hadn't he bee— ''You know it's quite rude to stare at one for a long period of time without speaking a word to them.''

He tore his gaze reluctantly away from the burn and scars marks on her body, shifting to meet her gaze finding her already staring at him. a faint flush plastered on her pale skin.

''I—..I apologise dearest Liliana I seem to have gotten...'' He began to explain not before he heard her laughter fill the bathroom, a genuine and sweet laugh, one he hadn't ever heard before.

''Lost in looking at my scars? please, they are old...well, most of them are,'' Elijah watched his wife, watching the smile that looped onto her lips and the small shake of her head. She truly was breathtaking.

then a quiet silence falls upon them, the pair just silently watching the other, Liliana tilted her head one way, her raven black hair following suit.

Elijah's mind was racing, questions erupting, and unspoken words filling his mind. desperately trying to say something, anything to break the silence that fell upon them.

then, without thinking he blurred out the first words that came to mind.

''How did you get them?''

''Which ones?''

''All of them, old and new, I would like to know where and whom you have gotten them from.''

And suddenly, he felt the rush of shame run through his whole body, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth.

''I apologise again, dearest Liliana—''

''It's okay, you're okay. You don't need to apologise for being curious Lijah.''

With her reassuring words, he calmed himself a bit, maybe..just maybe, they could be something more then a couple in a loveless marriage

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x oc #elijah mikealson imagine #the originals imagine #elijah mikealson x oc