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elijahslittleprincess · 9 months
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wholoveseggs · 4 months
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~Your local egg carton~
{masterlist}
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18+
THANK YOU so much for all your love and support; it truly means the world to me. lets get cracking!
Warnings: Its all mostly smut (or soon to be published smut)
Smut ~ Graphic Violence ~ Drug Use ~ Fluff ~ Angst
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~Series♡~
Warmth - Part One {5k} --- It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do." Warmth - Part Two {6k} --- Its day two of your unexpected honeymoon, as trust begins to blossom, the question lingers—will he exceed your expectations or leave you longing for more? Warmth - Part Three {8k} --- Back in the vibrant streets of New Orleans, relishing in your newfound freedom. Life takes an unexpected turn as the shadows of your past life loom large, pulling you back into the life you just escaped. Yet, amidst the haunting echoes, you find strength in a partner who is ready to go to any lengths for you.
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Extraordinary - Part One {5k} --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys. Extra-Extraordinary - Part Two {7k} --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round two. Extra-Extra-Extraordinary {Holiday Special} - Part Three {8.5k} --- Just a quick little ménage à trois with the boys... but its round three & under the mistletoe.
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Indulgences - Part One {3k} --- Elijah's red door is cracked open and his heart broken, so naturally Klaus takes him to a strip club to cheer him up. Indulgences - Part Two {3.5k} --- Elijah returns to the club, seeking solace in the dimly lit corners. You navigate the allure of his wealth and charm while trapped in the grip of your possessive boyfriend. Indulgences - Part Three {5.5k} --- As your relationship with Elijah deepens, conflict arises and you are put in an impossible situation. Indulgences - Part Four {7k} --- In the aftermath of violence, you forge new connections and leave behind all the pain that has plagued you for so long.
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Mine- Part One {5k} --- A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after. Mine- Part Two {5k} --- Rebekah talks some sense into you and you aim to repair your relationship with Elijah.
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Crimson Frost- Part One {6k} --- You are to be wed to Niklaus of the Mikaelson clan, but when tragedy strikes and blood is shed in the snowy night, the true strength of family bonds and the power of love are put to the ultimate test.
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Moonlight {60k} --- As Emma navigates a life filled with abuse and darkness, a chance encounter with Klaus and Elijah, who she believes to be demons, sets in motion a tale of forbidden desires, ancient pacts, and the struggle between light and darkness. Will Emma succumb to the darkness or find liberation?
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~One Shots♡~
Dating the Mikaelsons {4k} --- Headcanons on sex & dating for Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah.
A date with Klaus {3.5k} --- After a long day at work, you just want to go home and relax. Fortunately Klaus knows exactly what you need to unwind.
A date with Kol {3.5k} --- You are drowning your sorrows at the bar, but Kol has an idea on how to cheer you up.
A date with Marcel {2k} --- Marcel takes you out to see some live music and then charms your pants off.
A date with Elijah {3.5k} --- You are at the compound to confess your feelings to Elijah, as your nerves get the better of you, he finds a way to help you relax.
Truth or Dare {5k} --- You find yourself at a party you don't really want to be at. You meet the Mikaelson siblings and a game of truth or dare unfolds, revealing your secret and sparking a connection that changes the course of the night.
Blood Bath {2k} --- Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah stands up to the bitch.
Mikaelsons & Marijuana {1k} --- Weed related headcanons to celebrate gaining 420 followers.
Better than flowers♡ {3.2k} --- You've always hated valentines day until Elijah changes your mind with a magical date.
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~Requests♡~
Birthday Lessons {5k} --- On your birthday night at Rousseau's, tension fills the air as Kol and Elijah compete for your attention, promising a celebration like no other.
Je t'aime, Je t'adore {3k} --- You and Elijah are enjoying your honeymoon in the south of France, doing what newlyweds do best.
Dinner can wait {2k} --- Elijah is nervous about you returning home after a trip, so he cooks dinner to calm himself.
Cold Truth {5k} --- You and Klaus are on a mission to turn Elijah's humanity switch back on. The only problem is that you are the reason he turned it off in the first place.
Gentle {3k} --- As movie night with Elijah gets heated, you voice your insecurities and he dispels your fears.
Eyes for you {4k} --- Amidst the clinking of glasses and strained smiles, you find yourself feeling jealous of the way Hayley is interacting with your husband... Until he shows you exactly why you shouldn't be feeling that way.
Pop Quiz {7k} --- How can you possibly pay attention in history class when your professor is that hot? Let's hope you don't fail your exam...
Elijah's Love Letters {2.5k} --- NSFW Alphabet
Klaus's Love Letters {3k} --- NSFW Alphabet
Always {3k} --- Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.
Between Pages {5k} --- It's the 1960s, and you are a college student finding solace in the campus library. There, you encounter more than knowledge within its walls.
What did you wish for? {2k} --- On your birthday, Elijah and Rebekah find themselves at odds when it comes to organizing the party.
Tied {2.7k} --- After days apart, you've crafted the perfect surprise for Elijah to welcome him home.
Reminder {4.5k} --- Your relationship with Elijah feels like its unravelling with the arrival of Hayley and a cutting nickname from Klaus. Fortunately, Elijah knows just what to do to make you feel loved.
Strings {6.2k} --- You've denied what your heart wants for so long and Elijah is tired of waiting.
Whine {5k} --- You make the mistake of testing Elijah's patience and he puts you in your place.
Devotion {7.7k} --- When you find out you are pregnant you are afraid of how Elijah will react. His anxieties around fatherhood get the best of him and he gives in to his darker impulses.
Crush {6.7k} --- You have quite the crush on Rebekah's big brother, and you find yourself lost in the tangled web of unreciprocated feelings, yearning for a love that may never be yours.
Forgiveness {5.5k} --- After a tragic event you flip your humanity switch and begin to terrorize the Quarter. You have to be put down for the good of the city, but your husband will stop at nothing to save you.
Stubborn {4.1k} --- You and Elijah get into a fight about his protective nature. He thinks you are too stubborn, and you think he's too controlling. How will you resolve your issues?
Ménage à Quatre {5.3k} --- Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Rebekah & the boys...
Change {5.8k} --- Your marriage causes you to feel trapped and worthless. Until you meet a handsome stranger at a café and he shows you how much more you can be.
Touch {5.6k} --- After a dinner party with the Mikaelson family, you try to get Elijah to open up his heart to you.
Teach You {3.6k} --- You are nervous about your first time with Elijah and he makes it an unforgettable experience.
Perfect {2.8k} {he/him pronouns} --- After a date with Elijah, you want to take things to the next level and he makes you feel like the only boy in the world.
Piano Lessons {2.4k} --- You come home after a long day at work and Elijah helps you unwind with a song.
Misbehavior {8.2k} --- Elijah Mikaelson is controlling, arrogant and absolutely infuriating, you don't know how anybody can stand him. That is... until he gets you in his bed.
Fantasies {4.8k} --- You get Elijah to open up about his desires and he discovers a few of yours, leading to a night of fun and exploration.
Worth the wait {7.1k} --- You and Elijah are childhood friends, dipping in and out of each others lives for the past one thousand years. You hope that one day you will have a chance to be together and find the love you've always longed for.
Magnificent {8.8k} --- Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Elijah, Kol and Klaus... on spring break...
Hold {4.9k} --- You are having drinks with Elijah and you want to tell him about your little problem, in hopes that he will help you with it.
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~Five days of Fluffmas~
Christmas Khaos {1k} --- You settle in with the Mikaelsons for a cozy Christmas movie night, but when movie choices spark a sibling feud, chaos ensues.
The sled bet {1k} --- You decide to go sledding with Klaus and Kol and things get out of control very quickly.
Mistletoe {1k} --- Amidst the festivities of the Mikaelson Christmas party, Elijah captivates your attention, and Rebekah hatches a plan to assist you.
Secret Santa {1k} --- Elijah faces a nerve-wracking challenge when arranging a secret Santa gift for you. A surprise unfolds during the gift exchange, leaving Elijah in a panic. Yet, he discovers that sometimes imperfections make the most perfect moments.
Sweet Surprises {1k} --- As you spend the day preparing holiday treats, you find more than sugar on your hands when Elijah steps in to help.
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~About me?
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I've been writing for myself for a long time, but this is the first place I've posted it publicly. I'm thrilled so many people like my work! Especially for a show that's been over for five years~
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ladymarvel27 · 1 year
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Elijah: *turns on lamp for reading* Y/N: You might as well call me that lamp. Elijah: Why? Y/N: Because you turn me on. Elijah: *slams book shut*
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starkleila · 11 months
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5 times elijah was jealous
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summary: five times in the centuries where elijah was jealous
classified as 18 +!!!!
warnings: fluff, Bit of smut mostly implied/references (nothing explicit). contains s3xual references/explicit talk. Men being sexists (not elijah or klaus), threats, canon level violence. mention of implied bisexual reader and bisexual elijah and poly/threesome relationships, nothing specified.
f-pronoun-no-physical-description!reader
Notes:
Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
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Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2
Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2)
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Early 990s A.D. - Mystic Falls
You had just got of age, being a beautiful woman every boy in the village wanted to court you, but you did not give them much attention being in love with elijah since you could recall. Still the noble mikaelson out of fear of rejection and low esteem had not yet spoken his feelings for you. Even if you had been friends your entire life having you being adopted and raised in the mikaelson home.
Right now you were at the market buying some things Esther had asked you to, when the vendor, a boy around your age, was trying to court you, with gifts and soft words, you were smiling back.
Elijah was looking at you in a distance jealousy and pain pervading him. feelings he had never knew before. Klaus came up to him as he needed elijah to practice dueling with him, but then Klaus noted his older brother expression and following his line of sight saw you and the boy. Klaus understood immediately, being the closest to you two he knew about your mutual feelings for each others and had tried to make one of you confess for months now.
Klaus laughs and clamps elijah’s shoulder ’ if you don’t man up and confess soon brother she will find another, any boy of age expect me, and our brothers want her.’ He said as elijah directed his attention to him, rolling his eyes avoiding his accusations
‘Perhaps she already found it’ Klaus adds noticing as the boy kisses your hand and you turn red
‘I don’t know what you are talking about niklaus. y/n can pursue any suitor she fancies, I’m merely contemplating that the boys does nothing inappropriate with our dear friend which is under our family protection’ elijah says calmy is usual unreadable dementor in place, not tearing his eyes away from you
But by seeing you laugh with that boy Elijah’s eyes darken at the sight, and Klaus smirks  ‘sure brother’  
1004 A.D.- Du Martell’s castle
When Elijah became a vampire his jealousy only grew. Though his jealousy must have not been mistaken with mistrust in you or wish to control you. Quite the opposite, he just hated that men – or women- dared to undermine his status as your husband, as the person you choose to give your heart, soul and body to. He perfectly knew that if someone was offending you, you could defend yourself, sometimes too well, when he had to remind you that you could not kill or threaten anyone being unpolite. Still in the years you came to the conclusion that you preferred, actually craved elijah being jealous, because as you soon would discover during your stay at the Du Martell’s castle elijah’s jealousy took a quite exquisite sinful way to express itself that brought you immense pleasure both mentally and physically.
At the court you and Rebekah were the new additions thus most men wanted you, and apparently for their standards being happily married was not a good enough reason to have them back down. You did not know compulsion at the time and could not go on a killing spree as were hiding thus it was in that time that elijah really understood what jealousy was, especially as Lord Tristan was not backing down. Instead finding your repulsion for him and your happiness with elijah a better reason to try steal you away.
Tristan was always waiting for an occasion to find you alone to flirt with you, annoying you greatly as you had to politely always try to escape, bringing elijah and the rest of the mikaelsons to not wanting to leave you for a second. Still Tristan founds way to torment you. Send you flowers, letters, trying to speak with you when alone and all other gestures that made yours and elijah’s blood boil.
Even today you and finn were playing chess under a tree when finn was called by kol, leaving you alone to pack the game, Tristan saw you alone from where he was seating and decided to strike
‘lady mikaelson’ you heard Tristan say behind you as you packed the game
gosh that prick is coming to it again you thought, praying elijah would appear before you finally gave in and ate the Count for lunch
‘Lord Tristan may I help you?’ you faked smiled
‘I hope you received my presents’
‘I’m afraid not’ you said uninterested  ‘if you would excuse me my husband is waiting for me’ you said trying to move out of the way, but Tristan stepped in front of you
‘I have been trying to speak with you my lady. You see is a tradition in my father’s reign called prima nocte. where girls spend their wedding night with the lord of the region instead of their husbands’
‘apart from finding it quite un-noble tradition. I don’t see the point of speaking about it with me as I’m already married, and long before we came here’ you answered trying your best to not kill him on the spot
‘I know but-‘ Tristan tried
Finally elijah arrived, seconds before you would finally kill that prick for that nonsense costume
‘husband!’ you greeted him as elijah arrived, kissing you deeply in front of Tristan to send a message as you moaned in the kiss getting carried away
Tristan cleared his throat to attract your attention
‘lord Tristan, I beg your pardon I had not seen you there’ elijah said lying and keeping his arm around your waist his hand drawing patterns on your back, a silent way of telling you let me handle it my dear, violence is not the answer although he deserves it
‘lord elijah. If you will excuse us I was having an important conversation with lady y/n’ Tristan tried to get rid of elijah
‘I’m sorry lord Tristan but I was coming here as my wife expressively sent my brother to fetch me as she required my services’
‘I could help. what does she need a new dress? a horse perhaps? I’m sure a lord like me can provide her with whatever she needs, for some favors in exchange of course’ Tristan tried to buy you from elijah making both of your blood boil as the noble stag contemplated finally giving his blessing to you to gut the lord as Tristan suggestion that elijah would even consider her ‘selling’ you away
Elijah took as step towards Tristan wearing that smile he wore before tearing someone apart but instead he whispered in Tristan’s ear
‘I’m sorry my lord but my wife has very specific needs that can be fulfilled by just me. behind our bedroom doors. So if you would excuse us is not polite to let a lady wait’ he said before retracting as you smirked
‘I’m sure i-‘
‘Gooday my lord’ elijah said patting Tristan arm before taking your hand in his and going towards the castle, neither of you giving the lord a side glance, as he stood under the tree boiling in rage and jealousy
‘one minute later and I would have decapitated him’ you said to elijah when you were far enough
‘I know my love. Thank you for behaving. I intend to make it up to you, repeatedly ’ he replied kissing your forehead as you giggled as you two went to your shared bedroom
After an entire day spent in bed that night by pure casualty elijah takes you against a column in the corridor next to tristan’s chambers. Your cries of pleasures filling the ancient walls and especially Tristan’s ears that was boiling in anger in his bed, alone.
1914 – New Orleans
For the peace of the quarter a witch, that could not be compelled, had to agree to work with the mikaelsons. The problem was she had refused the mikealson threats, diplomacy and gifts. You had noticed that she fancied you, leaving you to use your charms to make her agree to the family terms. Let’s say that elijah had killed for much less.
So that it was why you now where at the Abbatoir during a party flirting and drinking with that witch. Elijah was standing at the balcony, far enough to give to the witch a sense of security and near enough to intervene in case he needed to.
‘you know most husbands will be intrigued by their wife flirting with a woman, I’m sure both women and men have been in your’s and y/n’s bed before’  Klaus teased his brother appearing behind him on the balcony
Elijah was tense and had murderous eyes as he saw the witch touch your arms and waist.
‘well most men sexualize women, and fluid sexuality especially, too much for my standards. Also mine and y/n’s sexual preferences and orientations are none of your business niklaus’  he replied coldly not tearing his eyes away from you
‘I’m just teasing you brother’ klaus said, before his eyes went wide as the witch kissed you, and instead of pushing her away you kissed her back
Elijah was about to move when Klaus blocked him
‘what you think you are doing niklaus’ elijah growled wanting to go downstairs
‘preventing you to do something reckless. the plan is going to bloody hell if you decapitate the witch before y/n persuades her to let us in the trade’ as the two men bickered, and Klaus kept elijah against the wall you appeared clearing your throat with both men turning towards you
‘mission accomplished’ you told them showing them the signed document
‘I had no doubt sister’ Klaus told you as you smiled at him while elijah remained silent
‘you saw that didn’t you’ you asked him, he staid silent avoiding your eyes ‘I did what I had to do elijah’
‘I know’ he said but the pain behind his logical mind was clear
‘well that is my call to leave’ klaus said vamp speeding away to the party before either of you could reply
‘are you mad?’  you asked getting closer
‘of course not. It was a foreseeable potential consequence of the plan’ he replied sincerely taking your hand and kissing it
‘well I am’
‘why?’ he asked confused
‘because I kissed someone who wasn’t the love of my life’ you replied, cupping his cheek
That made elijah’s heart warm beyond measure, so he kissed you passionately bringing you close as you complied
‘you had to do what you had to do for this family. y/n. I’m not mad and neither should be you.’ He explained gently adjusting your hair ‘Also that was a beautiful and charismatic woman I can’t blame you if you found her attractive’
‘well of course she is a beautiful and smart creature, as many of the people we both indulged in the century. But that kiss meant nothing. the only person I love, and will ever love or want, is the man standing in front of me’ you replied as he smiled at you and kissed you again
‘the feeling is mutual mon ceur’ he said as he broke the kiss for air, keeping you still close ‘let ‘s leave it behind should we? We accomplished what we wanted’ he asked as you nodded
‘just one question still’ he then asked
‘anything ‘Lijah’
‘I just want to know where she touched you’ he asked peppering your neck with kisses as you smirked knowing where this was leading to
You pointed to your arm
‘here?’ he asked kissing the point you had pointed to ‘here?’ he asked again moving to your neck and to all the other places he had seen the witch touch you or the points were you pointed at
You trembled in desire under his touch, mind already lost ‘yes’ you breathed out as he continued his trail of kisses on your skin
‘good. I intend to erase every trace of her from your body with my mouth’ he said cupping your chin to look at you in the eyes with that devilish smile ‘how does that sound my love?’ he whispered your eyes full of lust matching his
‘my only objection is why are we talking here instead of being already tangled in our bed ‘Lijah’ you replied inches from his lips never breaking eye contact
He chuckled before picking you up and vamp-speeding you both to your shared bedroom, Klaus smirking at you two from downstairs in the crowded room as he sipped his drink happy that all was good.
2010 – Mystic Falls
You were standing at the mystic grill entrance waiting for elijah, when damon spotted you. Sensing that you were a vampire he approached you
‘it would be impossible for me to not know the name of such a beauty in our small little town’
Damon said approaching you using his usual tactic to try charm women for information. You recognized him immediately from the description elijah had given you but you decided to have your fun
‘and who would you be?’ you ask him
‘damon Salvatore, let me offer you a drink. What is your name sweetheart?’ he asks signaling matt to pour you some scotch, he was about to touch your hand to give you the glass but before you could reply you heard your favorite voice behind you
 ‘damon I would hate to break my vow to elena and remove your heart from your chest this very second if you touch my wife’ said elijah calmly standing as always impeccable in his suit and coat
Damon looked at the original questioningly ‘elijah?’ he asked not understanding why the original was there
‘my dear husband, damon did not know’ you tell him getting off from the stool and kissing elijah deeply, which although not being a fan of PDA if someone was flirting with you he was more than willing to show the depth of his affection for you
‘wife?’ damon asks again shocked
‘y/n mikaelson, lovely to meet you’ you tell him, as eliajh’s arm stays firm around your hips
‘you have a wife?’ damon asks again wearing his shocked expression with a bit of wanting to vomiting  while elijah is clearly a moment away from gutting the young vampire
‘he does and he is quite jealous about it’ you comment proud kissing elijah’s cheek
‘well if you ever get bored-‘ damon tried, his sassy remarks always ready, little did he know that elijah was not the type to laugh on such matters
‘I see you have a tendency towards taken women damon. go fancy the doppelganger, we are done here’ elijah says bringing you towards the door you turn around and wave jokily to damon
‘that was fun’ you tell elijah, his arm still firm around your hips, as he rolls his eyes playfully ‘I love it when you get all jealous my dear’ you whisper to his ear as he opens the door of the car for you
‘should I trust your word or do you wish to prove it?’ he challenged you, voice low and deep, you shivered in lust
‘get us home in 10 minutes and I might’ you whispered biting playfully his earlobe
Nevertheless to say elijah that day cared not much about driving protocols and rules as he drove the car back home.
2011 – New Orleans
You and elijah had to talk with marcel and some of his new vampires which apparently did not know much about being polite and were very sexist. Also did not know how dangerous it was to make you or elijah irritated.
Elijah had to leave to talk with some witches, meanwhile some vampires that had seen him went for answers to marcel that was talking with you.
‘who was that prick dressed all up?’ a vampire asked marcel entering what once was your family home
‘that was my husband, elijah mikaelson, an original. So I would watch your tongue if you want to keep it boy’ you said unimpressed to the young vampire
‘who the hell are you’ another vampire with the same attitude asked
‘y/n mikaelson. The original witch-vampire hybrid. Everyone calm down’ marcel replies before you can speak, knowing how much you dislike unpolite people, when he was a child you taught him how to talk to women, elderly and anyone and how to talk with respect.
‘that is an original? That pretty girl?’ the vampire asked marcel pointing at you. The situation was starting to bother you
‘this pretty girl has fangs and no problem in tearing you apart’ you said calmly playing with a knife you had picked up from the armory while marcel, knowing you very well, as two centuries before he would call you mother, knew that his vamps were on a thin line, as you as much as Rebekah reacted badly to insults or sexism.
‘you think you can scare us, you and that suited up prick you call husband can go-‘ before he could finished you had your hand around the guy’s neck, as his body collided with the wall
‘do you wish to die?’ you asked
‘y/n let him go right now!’ marcel shouted
‘marcel if you can’t teach your boys how to be polite then I should teach them a lesson on how you treat a lady’ you said unimpressed turning towards marcel that before could answer
‘my love I promised that you would not kill any of marcel’s men’ you let out a frustrated grunt letting the man go as you hear your husband calm voice behind you
‘thank you’ elijah says as you go stand next to him, still annoyed by the young vampires
‘yah do as you are told princess’ another vampire spat, that made your blood boil, so you had your knife between the man’s eyes in an instant (although being a vampire would wake soon) , elijah just smirked
‘everyone watch your tongue. You are making us appear as beasts’ marcel scolded his men before getting nearer elijah ‘elijah make her behave please’ he asked sincerely
‘that man had it coming marcel. no one talks like that to my wife, or should to any woman.’ Elijah replies adjusting his sleeves, ‘Moreover not the devil himself could make my darling love do something she doesn’t want to, and neither can I I’m afraid’ elijah says smiling while looking fondly at you that had went to take back your knife from the vampire’s body
‘maybe she just needs a real man to tame her, a tailored suit dandy like your has no power to a hot head like that, she needs a real man in her bed to satisfy enough to handle her’ one of the vampires said. elijah remained calm but gave that smile he would give before committing murder as you see anger and jealousy in his eyes that are tearing a hole in that young vamp head with his stare.
‘you shouldn’t have said that…’ marcel said as elijah’s eyes darkened as you smirked knowing what was about to happen
Elijah got to the man adjusting the vamp’s jacket before giving him a devilish smile and throwing him to the next wall
He then walked in circle addressing all the young vamps ‘my wife is right you all need a lesson you sexist beasts. And believe me, I would gladly give you one, or even better let my wife do as she pleases with you. But as I gave my word to not harm you further I will leave the talk to marcel. I have more pressing issues with my wife’
They remained silent while elijah moved next you giving you his hand for you to take
‘my love would you follow me in the library please?’ he asked giving you his charming smile that always made something in you steer
‘of course husband’ you said giving him your hand and waving at the young vampires mouthing a ‘thank you’ to them leaving them completely confused. a minute ago you wanted to kill them and now you thanked them? Why?
You and elijah hand in hand vamp sped to the library in the upper floor leaving a very confused vampire army and their leader.
‘good job everyone now we will wish to be able to tear off our own ears’ marcel said annoyed and pissed at his men
‘what?’ the other asked not understanding, before they heard you cries of pleasures as elijah was on a mission to let those baby vamps know that the only man who could satisfy you was him.
let’s say anyone in a three-block radius with supernatural earing could hear who you belonged to as elijah managed to take out of you animalistic sounds of pleasure for all night long
Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2)
Headcanons of you being elijah’s wife and an original Part 2
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The Mikaelson family and you materialist
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madhatterbri · 6 months
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Lesson | E.M.
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Summary: Elijah is forced to pay for his past.
"You really are an easy man to predict, Elijah," the voice of one of his lovers from the past echoed. High heels clicked against the stone floor as she descended down the stairs. The vampire looked up to see her. She hadn't changed much.
He turned to see he was in one of the many tunnels underneath New Orleans. Candles attempted to light up his current prison. "Your family is in danger and you come running in to save the day,"
Minerva was a witch that was quite powerful back in the day. The last time he saw her she was begging him for forgiveness after her betrayal. She reported them to his father Michael.
Now he only wanted to make her suffer. Elijah was kind back then. He allowed her to plead for her life. The Original could hear her heart beat in her chest. How he wished he could rip it out of her chest. Elijah wrestled against the chains that imprisoned him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. It's going to hurt," she tsked as his skin burned. A grunt of pain ripped from his body. The handcuffs were laced with vervain. She clicked her tongue a few times while walking around him. "That's got to hurt,"
"What do you want?" He demanded. "You deserved whatever Michael did to you,"
"Revenge. You have forgiven that awful brother of yours for far worse than what I did to you," she spoke through gritted teeth. "You left me to die with your horrible father. All he wants is your bastard brother, Klaus! We could have had a life together if you allowed your father to take him,"
"A witch as yourself can't possibly be foolish enough to think you can bring down the Original family," he scoffed. The witch laughed. His eyes turned black at her lack of respect towards him.
"Not the whole family but you. I thought about how to exact my revenge ever since I stepped foot in New Orleans. I watched as you continuously fought for your family. I thought all was lost until," she stopped and smiled. Minerva looked at him with pure evil in her eyes.
"Until?" Elijah asked boredly.
"Until I saw you and the pretty little red head walking around New Orleans at night. Your newest victim no doubt," Minerva answered. Elijah's demeanor changed. Long gone was the tough exterior. His face crumpled in panic. His teeth were clenched.
"Leave her out of this," he demanded. He wrestled against the chains once more. Be damned the vervain laced handcuffs. Elijah had to protect you at all costs. You didn't deserve to get caught up in this.
Minerva giggled and looked at her watch. "Actually, she should be coming in any moment. A shame she is mixed up in all of this,"
"Do whatever you want to me. You have me right where you want me," he insisted. Elijah's enhanced hearing picked up the footsteps above. He hoped they didn't belong to you. "We can work out a deal, Minerva,"
"I don't have time for games, Elijah. Don't worry. I won't finish her off you will. I'll leave her down here with you all cut up. Eventually you will get hungry and well," she drifted off once the door opened. Elijah looked to see you being dragged down the stairs. You thrashed around to be free from your captors.
"Your name," Minerva announced with a wide smile. She waved her hand in excitement. You noticed the mysterious woman and then Elijah.
"Wh-what's going on?" You stuttered.
"Afraid your boyfriend over here needs to learn a lesson. I'm sorry but it seems like you are getting the punishment," Minerva pouted. She placed her hands on your cheeks. Panic started to set in. You knew your boyfriend wasn't a mortal human but this was too much. Quickly you shoved her hands from your face and attempted to run.
"I swear I will make your life absolutely unbearable every second you hurt her," Elijah threatened. His eyes black once more. Black veins appeared under his eyes. His fangs making an appearance. He had fed off of you before but this was all too real.
"Well, start counting the seconds then," she laughed. The witch moved her arm towards you. A simple hand movement and you dropped to the floor screaming in pain. Elijah watched you helplessly. Tears filled his eyes.
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Y/n is late
Elijah: You’re late.
Y/n: You’re handsome.
Elijah: You’re forgiven.
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hi <3 i was wondering if you would be able to help me out. i was looking for an old elijah fic that i read on here a while back, i think it was still incomplete at the time; maybe about 2018 or so? but it basically starts off with the events of tvd s2 with the mc also being kidnapped alongside elena by trevor and rose. and then the salavatores come and rescue elena but leave the mc behind, and elijah ends up taking her with him. she ends up sticking with him and the mikaelson fam throughout the events bc the gang aren't very apologetic abt forgetting her. very bare bones unfortunately bc that's all i can remember.
Sorry, anon, no idea :(
I usually read only Klaus fanfictions or poly Mikaelson, but hopefully someone can recognize this fic for you.
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Hi there! I have an Elijah idea as a request please? One where the Mikaelsons, Salvatores and Elena try to set the reader and Elijah up together because they thinks they'd be perfect. Like they arrange dates for them, lock them away together to talk etc. But they don't know that they are already daring in secret and have been for a while. So they just think it's funny and revel in their attempts until they find out? Thank you!
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞- 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Elijah had been secretly dating for a year, but nobody knew.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anon
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Lately, things have been different when you hung out with your best friends Elena and Rebekah. They seemed more secretive than usual, which was odd because usually, they couldn’t keep a secret from you. Tonight, they had opted for a girl’s night out with a twist. They both had decided to take their boyfriends, Damon and Marcel. It wasn’t weird to you because, at this point, you got used to third-wheeling- Or in this case, fifth-wheeling. Tonight, the plans were to meet at the Mikaelson mansion so that all of you could carpool together to the nightclub.
Finally, you finished getting ready and headed over to the mansion. Upon your arrival, you noticed Elena and Rebekah were waiting in front of the doors. Typically, you’d all meet inside. So, it was weird to see them standing in the cold waiting for you. You got out of your car, walking out and over to them. “Hey, ladies, you all ready to go?” You asked them. “About that…” Elena spoke, flashing a smile. She looked over at Rebekah who’s face had ‘change of plans’ written all over it. “Yeah, so, we have a change in plans.” Rebekah admitted. “We felt bad that you didn’t have a date so…” Elena carried on before Rebekah cut her off. “Just thank us later.” Rebekah said before snatching the keys from your hands and getting into your car. They both seemed to teleport over to your car in a matter of seconds. “Have fun!” The girls shouted before turning the car on and pulling off.
If it were anyone else doing this, you’d be terribly upset. However, you knew the girls only had the best intentions for you. So, you obliged anyway. You opened the door of the mansion before yelling for someone. “Anyone here?” You asked. You walked over toward the dining room where the girls had set up a romantic dinner for two. “Y/N?” You heard Elijah’s voice echo through the room. You walked toward the entryway of the dining room, seeing Elijah standing at the other end of the hallway, looking dapper as always. “is the coast clear?” You whispered, walking closer to him. He nodded. “We’re the only two here.” He smiled.
Your face lit up. You were excited to spend time alone with Elijah- your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up and pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Elena and Rebekah had been trying to set you up with Elijah for the longest, but they didn’t know that you and Elijah had been secretly dating for almost a year. “Our plan worked.” You laughed. He smiled, nodding. “They don’t suspect a thing, plus free dinner. Yeah, it worked perfectly.” He chuckled.
Elijah and you loved the secrecy of your relationship. It kept you two feeling like little kids again sneaking behind your parent’s back. You also loved teasing Rebekah and Elena when they hinted at Elijah being into you. “I can’t believe they haven’t picked up on us yet. It’s been almost a year!” You laughed again. “I love being your little secret.” You whispered in his ear, teasing him a bit. Elijah smirked, pressing a soft kiss against your neck. “I love you.” He replied, making you melt in his arms. “I love you more.” You said, grabbing onto his hand and leading him to the table they had set up.
You sat at one end while Elijah sat at the other. You both started digging in at the food, sharing laughter and love. Nothing felt better than being with him. Ultimately, you both came to the decision to tell everyone about your relationship. “So, do we let them think they did this?” You both laughed…
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say don’t go is published on my wattpad page!!!
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18+ ---- {Masterlist}
This is just a smutty little thing about being in an arraigned marriage to a certain original vampire. This is the first thing I've ever posted so please be nice :)
{Part Two} {Part Three} thanks for all the love ❤️ If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here
5k words - No warnings other than smut and mentions of a shitty family.
It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."
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Part One
You delicately picked at your freshly-manicured nails, your heart pounding in your chest as his sister's circled you, their hands adjusting your dress, hair, and veil.
"Is he a good man?" you whispered nervously, feeling one of them gently pull on your dress, making the low cut of the back align perfectly with your body.
Rebekah gave you a kind smile, applying a touch more blush to your cheeks with a makeup brush. "Yes, dear. He's a good man," she replied.
"He's the best of us, you have nothing to fear," Freya chimed in, taking your hand in a reassuring gesture.
You let out a long sigh as they placed the veil over your head, their satisfied smiles providing some comfort. "You look perfect," Rebekah said, offering a sweet smile. "Welcome to the family."
Walking down the aisle felt like a surreal dream, your heart racing, and time behaving strangely, as if you'd indulged in a bit too much wine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you laid eyes on the groom. At least he's handsome, you thought. But fear still gripped your heart; marrying a vampire was one thing, but becoming a part of the family of the most deadly vampires was a whole new level.
Standing across from him, you barely registered the officiant's words as they initiated the ceremony. Up close, he was even more striking with warm brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a physique that complemented his looks. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, a reminder that he hadn't desired this union any more than you did.
The vows were recited, their words escaping your consciousness as you mechanically repeated them. He lifted your veil and with a chaste peck on your lips, the marriage was sealed.
At the reception, your new husband mingled with the guests, sealing packs and making deals, laying bare the true intention behind your marriage. You observed his brother taking the stage, silencing the band.
"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I have a special gift for the bride and groom. Since they didn't really have a honeymoon planned, I took it upon myself to help them out. Outside, they'll find a car ready to take them on the adventure of a lifetime," Klaus announced, giving his brother a wicked smile, clapping him on the back in a way that seemed almost malicious. "To the bride and groom!" he cheered, raising his glass in your direction.
All eyes were on you as your husband led you to the car. You didn't recognize a single face in the crowd, but you hadn't expected to. The people who had sold you had gotten what they wanted, and this arrangement was a win-win for them.
You settled into the back seat of the car, the leather sticking to your bare back. You adjusted your white silk dress nervously, and he sat down beside you, his jaw and fists clenched, the tension palpable. You drove in silence for a while, stealing glances at your new husband, his expression stern and unreadable.
Wanting to break the silence, you considered a joke or maybe a compliment about his looks, but instead opted for the safest option. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," you said quietly, extending your hand.
He chuckled slightly, and you appreciated his handsome smile as he took your hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Hello, I'm Elijah," he replied.
You exchanged smiles, and the tension in the car began to dissipate. The street lights reflected in his eyes as the car headed toward an unknown destination.
"Do you know where we are going?" you asked.
"The airport," he responded, gazing out the window with a hint of bitterness.
"Not a fan of flying?" you inquired, trying to discern Elijah's emotions.
"No, it's not that," he sighed softly and placed his hand on yours. "I'm sorry this happened to you. When I began negotiating an alliance with your faction, I didn't know they would require a marriage, I agreed to it for peace." he explained.
You shrugged, attempting to suppress the emotions swirling within you. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a while," you confessed.
Before he could inquire further, you arrived at the airport. A private plane awaited you, and you crossed the windy tarmac in your wedding dress, Elijah shielding you from the chill. You hoped someone had remembered to pack you a change of clothes.
Seated in the plane, the gentle hum of the engines made you instantly drowsy. You reached for a glass of champagne, quickly downing it before pouring another.
Elijah took a seat beside you, selecting a book from a pile on the table. He watched you consume your second glass, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he inquired.
"No," you admitted, shifting in your seat and closing your eyes.
"Don't like flying?" he teased.
"Hilarious," you replied sarcastically, before turning in your seat, surrendering to sleep before the plane had even taken off.
You awoke to the sound of the arrival announcement. You noticed a warm blanket on you and realized your head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. He smelled faintly of alcohol and nice cologne, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the sudden intimacy with a stranger, although you supposed he wasn't one anymore.
"Apparently, we're in Canada," he informed you in a soft tone, offering a gentle smile.
"What?" you replied, lifting your head from his shoulder and peering out the window to see nothing but white.
"I suppose my brother's adventure for us involves some cold," he remarked.
The plane touched down, and the pilot's announcement revealed a bone-chilling temperature of -20°C. Panic set in as you realized your thin dress offered no defense against the frigid cold.
"I don't suppose you happen to have a winter coat?" you asked, your tone flat with a hint of desperation.
Elijah calmly removed his suit jacket and handed it to you, offering a warm smile. As he stood in just his dress shirt, concern flashed in your eyes. "It's alright; vampires don't get cold," he reassured you. "Besides, I'll get us to the car quickly.”
He was being humble when he said 'quickly.' He wrapped his arms around you, and in a literal instant, you found yourselves in the warmth of the waiting car, with Elijah in the driver's seat, studying his phone with a furrowed brow.
"It seems our destination is a cottage up a mountain," he said, clearly displeased as he reviewed the itinerary on his phone.
"Not a fan of snow?" you chuckled.
"I'm not a fan of my brother playing games," he replied as he pulled out of the airport.
The drive up the mountain was a strange mix of anticipation and discomfort. The grandeur of nature unfolding around you offered a stark contrast to the peculiar circumstances that had brought you together. You gazed out of the car window, lost in your thoughts.
After a while, it was Elijah who dared to break the silence, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity. "You mentioned your family wanted to get rid of you. Why?" he asked, his eyes shifting briefly from the winding road to you.
Your gaze remained focused on the passing landscape, a mixture of mountain vistas and dense forests. "I wouldn't call them family," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your tone. "They weren't my blood, and they certainly didn't treat me as such. They wanted to get rid of me because I was no longer of value."
Elijah furrowed his brow, seeking to understand. "No longer of value?" he inquired, his voice gentle.
With a deep breath, you began to unravel the unfortunate chapter of your life. "With the human faction, marriage pacts are common. After I lost my parents, they took me in, providing for my clothing, food, and education, with the understanding that, in return, I'd remain pure until they could marry me off," you paused, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment, searching for any hint of judgment. "I didn't remain pure," 
He listened attentively, his warm smile putting you at ease. "Well, you will fit in with my family just fine," he said with a sweet smile. "Purity isn't our thing either. You're free from all that now."
You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at the irony of the situation. "Out of the frying pan…" you mumbled, a sense of resignation in your words. "I know all about your family. I don't think this will end well for me."
The falling snow whipped past the car windows, obscuring any view beyond. You arrived at the cottage, and you sucked in the cold air as Elijah whisked you inside. He disappeared momentarily before returning with your bags. You sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It was more of a chalet than a cottage, and you couldn't help but shiver in the chilly interior. Elijah noticed.
"I'll gather some firewood," he said, heading outside.
You got up and explored the place, finding some whiskey and taking swigs straight from the bottle as you wandered. Your attention was captured by a sizable record collection, and you began to browse. You found a record you liked and started playing it, swaying to the music in an attempt to warm up.
Elijah returned inside, his arms laden with firewood, determined to make your cold sanctuary warm and cozy. His eyes softened as he noticed your shivering form.
"I'll get a fire going," he said, his voice gentle. He quickly set about arranging the logs, expertly lighting them, transforming the room with the comforting glow and crackle of the flames.
Taking your icy hands in his, he remarked, "Your hands are freezing." He brought you closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin. You couldn't help but be captivated by his kindness and the concern in his eyes.
"You need to warm up," he insisted, his voice a soothing melody.
“You are nicer than I was expecting,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
“I know my family's reputation is not great, but you are a part of it now. I want you to know I will always protect you,” he said softly, his words sincere and reassuring.
You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and genuine care. "I believe you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled you in and held you close, trying to warm you up; you found yourself drawn to him, his charm and sweetness melting your reservations. In that moment, overwhelmed by his kindness, you leaned in and kissed him softly.
When you pulled away, his expression was both surprised and understanding. "You don't have to do that," he said, his tone gentle. "You're not obligated to do anything with me just because of our situation."
His words filled you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Here was a man, a vampire, who respected your boundaries, a stark contrast to the people who had controlled your life before.
Elijah guided you to the soft rug in front of the crackling fire, arranging the blankets around you to ensure you stayed warm. The bottle of whiskey sat between you, its amber contents promising warmth from the inside out. You extended the bottle to him, a silent invitation to share in the fleeting comfort of alcohol.
You both drank in companionable silence, the warmth from the fire seeping into your bones, the whiskey adding a pleasant haze to the room. As the evening wore on, conversation flowed more freely, and the barriers between you began to dissolve with every shared story and laugh.
Elijah stood and helped you up, his hand finding its way to your waist, and before you knew it, he was leading you in a slow dance, his movements graceful and confident. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, swaying to the music.
"What is this song?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.
"It's called bitter sweet symphony,'' you replied, your eyes meeting his. "It's one of my favorites."
He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on yours. "I like the strings, the whole thing is very melancholic," he observed.
You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder. "I find it beautiful. It's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, don't you think? Even in the face of adversity, we keep going."
He regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Something you have a lot of experience in, I gather," he said, his tone appreciative.
"I wouldn't say I'm resilient," you responded modestly, the music guiding your movements. "More like adaptable. Life throws curveballs, and you either adapt or get swept away."
He pulled you closer, the dance now a slow, intimate sway. "Indeed, life has a way of testing us. But it also brings unexpected joys."
The dance continued, a silent conversation unfolding between you, transcending words. As the music wove its spell, you felt a vulnerability and connection with Elijah that surpassed the constraints of your forced union. The walls you had built around yourself began to crumble, and you found solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.
A soft smile played on your lips. “You're not the monster they make you out to be," you replied, your words carrying a newfound trust.
Feeling an unspoken longing between you, you reached out, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his jawline, your touch conveying what words couldn't express. His eyes, dark and intense, met yours with understanding, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a spark, setting the room ablaze with desire.
His response to your kiss was a slow, seductive smile that went straight to your core. He gently slid a hand around the back of your neck, his fingers winding in your hair. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.
You nodded, your own desire mirrored in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.
With a sudden surge of intensity, he lifted you effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carried you to the nearby sofa. The room seemed to come alive, dancing with shifting shadows painted by the flickering firelight. He gently set you down on the plush sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You are truly exquisite," he murmured softly, as he carefully peeled your wedding dress away, letting it cascade onto the floor like a waterfall of silk and lace.
"I-I think you're beautiful too," you stammered, your words catching in your throat, feeling the chill creep back in after losing the warmth of your dress. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly, and began to unbutton his shirt.
His smile remained warm and affectionate as he took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss upon them. With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, and pressed his skin to yours in a tender embrace, an effort to restore the warmth that had been lost. He shifted you so you lay side by side, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hip, the other hand gently cupping your neck as he kissed you softly.
You lingered there for a while as his hands explored the curves of your body. Your own hands ventured, touching his toned chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath your fingertips.
His lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down your neck, each one a tender declaration of affection. His gentle gestures made you blush, the heat of your cheeks contrasting with the cool air in the room. You couldn't help but giggle from the sheer sweetness of his actions.
His hand glided down between you, his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge of your white lace panties. A soft moan escaped your lips, a rush of heat pooling between your legs as his hand ventured beneath the fabric. He began to slowly circle your clit, the hand that rested on your neck pushed your head forward, his lips capturing yours in another gentle kiss.
His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, their casual dips down to your opening making you moan softly into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, driving you closer to climax with each subtle movement.
“You make such lovely sounds,” he hummed against your lips, then he dipped a finger inside you.
You let out a low, desperate whine, your hips instinctively rocking into his hand. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath, your voice barely audible, your fingers clutching at his neck as he continued to work his magic with his skillful hand.
He smiled, clearly savoring the way you were unraveling under his touch. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving you achingly empty for a moment before repositioning you. Suddenly, you found yourself underneath him, your back pressed into the softness of the sofa, desire reflected in his eyes.
He began trailing soft kisses and teasing bites down your body, each touch sending electric pulses of need through you.
With slow, deliberate movements, he removed your panties, the fabric sliding off with a tantalizing intimacy that sent your heart racing. He pushed your thighs up, his fingers briefly teasing your clit before he leaned in, his hot breath against your skin.
Then, with an agonizing slowness that made your breath catch, he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way to your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, his expertise evident in every flick and swirl, each touch bringing you closer to your peak.
You ran a trembling hand through his hair, your fingers gripping the strands as you surrendered to his tongue. Your hips moved in a desperate rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation he was providing.
His hands pressed into your thighs with firm, possessive intent, holding you in place, stilling your movements. With each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, you felt the tension rising within you, like a coiled spring ready to release.
You couldn't hold back any longer, and your body convulsed as the waves of pleasure overtook you. It was a moment of pure bliss, your cries echoing in the room, as your fingers tangled in his hair. He didn't falter in his attentions, riding you through the aftershocks of your climax.
Your body was still pulsating with the aftermath of the first orgasm, yet he skillfully coaxed another wave of pleasure from within you. He pushed two fingers inside you, finding that perfect spot, and your moans grew louder, filling the room.
"My pretty little wife," he murmured in a seductive whisper. The rhythm of his fingers and his tongue on your overly-sensitive clit created a delicious combination.
You squeezed your eyes shut, completely overtaken by the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. The second orgasm began to build, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. His deep hum against you made you squirm, your legs shaking as you moaned.
His hand shifted from your thigh, splaying across your lower stomach with just the right amount of pressure to hold you down, halting your movements completely. His control heightened the intensity of the moment, trapping you in a delicious blend of pleasure and surrender.
You came apart a second time on his tongue, your body writhing with pleasure as you looked down at his handsome face, his lips glistening with your wetness.
“Fuck,” you breathed out, your voice barely audible, your eyes locking onto his. He made his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Cupping his face with your hands, you traced the lines of his jaw affectionately as your lips moved in a heated dance, the taste of your shared desire lingering between you.
You pulled off your bra, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat that radiated between you. His eyes were glued to your every move, filled with desire as you exposed yourself to him. His gaze slowly traced over the curves of your body with a look of admiration and hunger.
He positioned your legs around his hips, and you could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. You reached down to unzip him, but he caught your wrists with a swift yet gentle motion, pinning them above your head with a possessive grip, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, intense gaze.
“Stay just like this,” he said firmly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back, his eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants, the room filled with a charged anticipation that crackled in the air between you.
He leaned in closer, his handsome form fully on display, the intensity in his eyes growing as he gazed down at you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building between you. His cock brushed against your clit, a tantalizing tease that made you let out a soft, desperate moan.
Unable to resist the urge to touch him, you lowered your hands to feel him. He let out a quiet "tsk" and shook his head gently, guiding your hands back above your head. His lips curved into a soft smile, as he held you in place, his dominance making your heart race.
His eyes bore into yours with a gentle intensity as placed a pillow under your hips and positioned himself. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he guided himself slowly inside you, filling you inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and rocking his hips gently. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke, creating a delicious friction that made your toes curl.
He let go of your wrists and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and your breaths became shallow as you clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin.
He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, a rhythm that kept you on the precipice of release. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions before your eyes fluttered closed and your brows arched in pleasure. His hot breath danced on your skin as he whispered soft encouraging words, his lips trailing up your neck, nibbling your ear. Each touch, each whisper, pushed you closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through every fiber of your being.
"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made your breath catch in your throat.
"I... I want," you stammered, your voice shaky with desire, your hands clutching at his chest.
"What?" he teased, slowing his pace even more, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, savoring the exquisite torture he was subjecting you to. "You have to tell me," he insisted, his words laced with a playful yet commanding tone.
"More, please," you begged. He took your hands from his chest and pinned your wrists above your head again, your body aching for more of his touch.
"Like this?" he asked, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, each one hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you gasp in pleasure.
"Y-yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your legs trembling beneath him as the pleasure intensified, pushing you closer to the edge of climax.
He leaned back, and his eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile forming on his face as he enjoyed the flush of your cheeks in response to his actions. With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over your clit, feeling the immediate response of your body, tightening around him in pleasure. A low hum of approval escaped his lips as he continued to graze your clit, attuning himself to your body's responses.
The room was filled with the intoxicating sounds of your bodies colliding, mingled with soft moans and the crackling of the fire. Elijah's gaze darkened as the pace of his thrusts gradually increased, the desire between you igniting the air. He released your pinned wrists, his hands guiding your thighs up around your waist, spreading them wide, pushing his cock even deeper.
His thrusts grew more urgent, a relentless rhythm that was hard and passionate. Your body tensed, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as you came completely undone, your head falling back, and your back arching as you moaned his name.
"That's it, beautiful wife," he said softly, his voice strained as his own peak approached.
His own climax surged through him, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over you both. He let out a low groan as his body relaxed. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth melding with yours in a heated exchange. The room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your shared pleasure, the fire casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.
"You are perfect," he whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a sitting position in his lap. You were still breathless, placing your hands on his chest as you looked into his dark eyes. 
"This is not how I pictured this night going," you said softly, a contented smile playing on your lips. 
"How did you picture it?" He asked gently, his fingers tracing down your spine as he spoke.
You took a deep breath, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest as you gathered the courage to speak your truth. "I thought you might kill me," you confessed, your voice barely audible, carrying the weight of your fears. "I have this fear of vampires. They killed my parents, and I've been haunted by that memory ever since."
Elijah's eyes softened with understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I am truly sorry for the pain you've endured," he said, his voice laced with genuine empathy. "You're incredibly brave for facing your fears and allowing yourself to trust me."
You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as you continued. "My adoptive parents married me off to you as punishment, not expecting any kindness from you. But you've shown me a side of vampires I never knew existed. I didn't expect this... warmth, this understanding."
Elijah's hand cupped your face with a gentle reassurance. "I take my vows seriously," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are my wife now, and I will protect and care for you always."
In that moment, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes filled you with hope, erasing some of the lingering pain and fear. 
With a single, elegant motion, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he guided both of you into the shower. The hot water cascaded over you, cleansing your bodies of the remnants of passion and desire. He gently pressed you against the cool, slick tile, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands asserted a possessive grip on your waist, drawing your body in close to his.
You pulled back, your breath momentarily catching in your throat as his affectionate touch lingered. The hot water continued to flow over your relaxed bodies. "You know," you confessed, "I think I might actually really like you."
He grinned bashfully, his eyes filled with adoration, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his desire reignited by your proximity.
You pushed lightly on his chest, moving both of you around so his back was against the tile, the warm water streaming down from above his head. You pressed your lips against his neck, then trailed kisses down his shoulder and chest.
Your hands glided over his damp skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you moved downward, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His breath hitched when you reached his abdomen, and you glanced up, locking eyes with him before continuing your descent.
You took his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and heat in your palm. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip before trailing your tongue along his length, savoring the salty taste of his desire. His hand threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
You closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. The water cascading around both of you seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, amplifying every sensation. His fingers tugged on your hair, his touch both commanding and gentle, guiding your pace.
His hips moved in response, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, taking him deeper. His groans filled the steamy air, your lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink, his breaths turning shallow and erratic. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you reveled in the power of making a man like him come undone.
You gazed up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, giving him your most innocent expression as you intensified your movements. You pushed your head further down, burying your face into his pelvis, and with a deep groan, he found release down your throat.
Elijah leaned against the tiled shower wall, catching his breath, a satiated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with admiration. You, on the other hand, wore a confident smirk, the satisfaction of pleasuring him evident in your eyes. 
Elijah placed a gentle kiss on your lips as you stood together under the warm cascade of water, both of you still savoring the shared moment of passion. He then guided you out of the shower, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders before drying himself off.
As you both made your way to the bedroom, the soft hum of the bathroom fan in the background, he looked at you with affection. "You're quite extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
"Why? Was that your first blowjob?" You teased, giving him a sweet smile. 
He let out a little chuckle, his laughter filled with warmth. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and you both got underneath them. You gladly snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you wanted to be.
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ladymarvel27 · 1 year
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Kol: What’s up with Y/N? She’s been lying on the floor for like….an hour now?
Rebekah: She’s just a little overwhelmed.
Kol: Why?
Rebekah: Elijah smiled at her.
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starkleila · 9 months
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Consequences
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Summary:
You try to defend Klaus from mikael and the consequences are tragic for you and Elijah. Partially inspired by Daniel’s character in Virgin River 1.3
Warnings: Miscarriage/still birth, giving birth, birth complication, Mikael abusing Klaus,  child death, grief, loss of child, dark themes. PLEASE DON’T READ IF THIS IS IN ANY WAY THEMES THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FEEL DARK EMOTIONS OR TRIGGER YOU. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m new at writing so feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work
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Mikeal was searching for Klaus with the intention to beat him without reason as always. Maybe Klaus had forgotten something or Mikael had just a wish to let out his frustration on the innocent Klaus.
As often Klaus did he was hiding in your’s and elijah’s tent, his father usually did not search for him there but this time he had seen the footprints outside the tent due to the mud being there still after days of rain. Mikael entered the tent as Klaus was hiding behind one of the curtains, as you pretended to be sewing a little dress for your newborn. In fact you were around 7-8 months pregnant.
You had grown up with the mikaelsons when Mikael had brought you home from a village he had slaughtered, still he always considered you an inferior. Although Klaus was your best friend, you and elijah had been in love since you could remember and had confessed it when you became of age having to keep your relationship hidden from miakel. just a few years later, and a few months ago you had fallen pregnant with elijah’s child prompting you to marry up fast and Mikael being not able to protest considering his family name would continue.  
Mikael busted into the tent without much of an invitation
‘where are you boy!’ he shouted entering the tent
‘Mikael, what is the matter?’ you asked trying to act shocked
‘don’t try to fool me woman I know he is in here!’ he shouted at you
‘I don’t know what you are talking about’ you replied from your chair
‘Nilklaus come out right now or your punishment will be much more severe!’
At that Klaus exited his hiding place trying to act like he had not heard his father ‘y/n here it is the wood you had asked me – father may I help you?’ he tried acting, but you could see the fear in all of his posture you just hoped mikeal could not
‘I’m no fool boy! Hiding behind your brother’s wife? Such a coward!’ Mikael shouted and Klaus flinched
‘he was helping me with the wood because elijah is out!’ you tried to make mikael reason
‘nonesense! Come here boy!’
‘father i-‘ Klaus tried
‘I gave you an order!’ he shouted again at that Klaus moved towards him, head low he exchanged a look with you that were on the verge of tears but before you could react miakel structed him with his belt as Klaus flinched in pain
‘leave him alone!’ you shouted standing up
‘mind your own business girl!’ Mikel spatted back as he hit Klaus again
Meanwhile Elijah was coming back from the woods when Rebekah ran to him ‘elijah! Father Is searching for nik in your tent’ Elijah started to run to you tent but arrived too late, the shouting could be heard from outside
As you tried to intervene Mikael pushed you ‘stay away, you foolish girl’ he said and at his force he sent you back flying as you collided with a column of the tent and fell on the floor
You let out a scream of pain holding your belly as Klaus turned toward you, eyes wide in fear
In that moment elijah stormed in, pushing away his father to get to you
‘Y/n!’ Elijah screams and both klaus and Mikael stop as you cry out again in agony as elijah bends down to you, one of his hands behind your neck as he looks at you in fear and anguish trying to understand what is wrong as his other hand lays on your swollen stomach that you are holding with both hands
‘the baby. something is wrong’ you cry gripping elijah’s arm, Mikael stopping as well as Klaus looking at the scene
‘quick call mother!’ Elijah shouts at them as he sweep you up in his arms setting you down on the bed trying to calm you as you continue letting out cries of pain and whimpers
‘what happened?’ esther asks opening the tent, Rebekah behind her worry pervading them as they see you
‘father pushed her, please mother help her’ elijah plaeded her as you cried out in pain, he could not tear his eyes away from you that was sweating and holding his hand
Esther bend down looking at your belly and as she touched it you cried louder, she opeened your legs and realized that you were dilatated, they had not seen before the spot of water that was surroundign you
‘I think she is giving birth’ esher said assessing the situation
‘no, it’s too soon’ you said as tears started streamig down as you looked at elijah, his face mimicking your worry
‘quick Rebekah fetch a cloth and lots of warm water’ esther instructed Rebekah that exited to go take what she had been asked too
‘mother…’ elijah tried seeyign your worry
‘we don’t have a choice, the baby must be delivered or both of you could die’ esther replied , that made elijah freeze in his stand especially as you let out another scream of pain
Elijah turned to you his free hand resting on your cheek lovingly ‘my love listen to me. You have to give birth or you and the baby could die. So I beg you, you need to do exactly as my mother tells you okay? Everything is going to be alright I give you my word’ he says as you look in his warm brown eyes you nod ‘I’m here with you, hold my hand as tight as you need to’ he tried to smile at you and kissed your forehead
‘y/n you need to push’ esther said  bit you were breathing too hard and not listening as you were in too much pain that was fogging your mind
‘elijah you need to help her breath and push, or its going to end up bad’ esther told her son
Elijah nodded in fear he used his free hand to hold your chin prompting you to look at him
‘my love. Follow my breathing and push when I tell you okay?, please’ he begged you, you nodded and started following his breathing and pushing as he told you
‘I see the head. a last one’ esther said
‘y/n you got to push’ Elijah told you ‘a last one, plase’ as you sqeezed his hand letting out a dishuman scream as the baby was almost out you fainted
‘y/n!’ elijah shuoted as panic pervaded him seeing you fall back on the bed unconscious ‘please wakeup!’ he pleaded you cupping your face
‘she just fainted’ Rebekah reissued him seeing you were breathing just unconscius
‘please save her I beg you’ he pleaded his mother a tear rolling down
‘she should live’ esther said checking you as elijah momentary forgot about the baby too focused on your wellbeing as he breathed in relief having feared to have lost you
‘you did so good my love’ he says his forehead agaisnt yours but you can’t hear him as you are still unconscious as he caresses your hair
‘it’s a boy!’ Rebekah exclaims exited as elijah chuckles
Esther takes up the baby you her eyes widening in horror as she cleans it
‘why he is not crying’ elijah asks remembered clearly at Klaus, Rebekah, kol and hernik birth’s to have heard the child cry when it came out, esther doesn’t reply
‘mother?’ he prompts again as panic surge in him
‘the child is dead Elijah, I’m so sorry’ she says eyes down
‘no. it can’t be’ he says shaking his head and looking at you before looking at his mother again
‘the premature birth and fall must have killed him’ esther explains
‘no please’ he begs crying
‘y/n will live, she just needs rest. We should clean her to avoid infection. Rebekah please take care of her while I clean the baby’
Esther cleaned the baby and placed it in his cradle and exit the tent stopping at the door
‘I’m sorry son, you should say goodbye before we burry him’ his mother told him avoiding his eyes, elijah did not reply, his head in his hands as he silently cried
rebekah started silently crying  taking a clean cloth and bowl of warm water and getting near you to clean you as his mother instructed, her eyes avoiding at all costs the one of her older brother when he raised his head at her movement
Elijah stopped her hand by taking firmly her wrist and took the cloth from her
‘it’s my wife I’m doing it’ he said voice firm and tense not looking at his sister, he could not take his eyes away from your unconscious figure knowing that your heart would break when you would wake up
‘elijah you are under shock, let me do it’ Rebekah tried to say containing her sobs
‘ I said I’m doing it Rebekah’ he replied turning to her his eyes red, Rebekah at his devastated eyes lets go of the cloth and water allowing him to snatch it from her hands, then she took a step back
‘please leave’ he dismissed her calmly and stoically
At his command she sniffed and left the tent silently
Elijah cleaned his tears with the back of his hand as he then took the cloth and water starting to clean you to prevent infection, hoping that taking care of you would ease the pain he felt, a pain he never thought it was possible. He could not even imagine what would have happened if you had died in child-brith. Actually, he knew, he would have taken his sword and challenged Mikael hoping to die in the process.
As he cleaned you tenderly he begged for your forgiveness, ‘I’m so sorry my love, it’s all my fault’, even if you could not hear him, being still unconscious, tears silently streamed his face as  He cleared you and changed you in fresh clothes, taking away also the blood strained bed shits before placing you lovingly on the new clean ones, his hand adjusting your hairs as he kissed your forehead, lips trembling
Then he moved to the crib finally taking the courage and looking down at his son, at who would have been his son,
The one who he would have though to how to swordfight, how to be strong but gentle, who would have sang to sleep, teached to speak
elijah picked up his unresponsive son, it looked like he was sleeping rather than dead and for a bit elijah could pretend that.
Elijah set again on the bed next to you, with one arm caressing your hand as you slept and the other holding the child
Minutes passed, maybe hours and you still were not awkme, Elijah can’t tear his aways away from him, his son. so beautiful so perfect, which would never open his eyes, being snatched away from you even before being born
His mind traveled to the months of pregnancy. You had been scared when you fell pregnant, you both were too young not even married and you had to do so in a rush to cover the image.
But he instead had being delighted he had always wanted to have a family with you, to be a father. He had wanted to marry you form the moment you had replied you loved him too when he confessed his feelings, but had to wait being you two young and as his father would disapprove. He had considered the pregnancy a blessing and a message from the gods that he could finally stat his family with you without being afraid of Mikael.
As his mind traveled to happier moments, he heard the sound of feet moving in front of the tent, uncertain footsteps that he recognized as his favorite brother
‘nikalus stop the pacing and enter the damn room’ elijah said firmly
The footstep stopped and after a moment of uncertainty, the tent was opened, the dim light getting in signaled that is was almost twilight as his brother entered the room, his eyes low not daring to look at neither of you
‘elijah, - I’m so sorry’ Klaus said finally raising his eyes. His face contorted in pain at the sight in front of him. the  image could have fooled anyone in another circumstance you looked like you were sleeping, and indeed you were, the baby in elijah’s arms the same. Although the reality was different. And without knowing what had happened it could have appeared as a new mother resting and a new father holding his son as he guarded his sleeping wife, but the redness in elijah’s eyes and his strained cheek revealed the truth. This was not a moment of joy and birth just of sadness and death.
Elijah did not reply at his brother instead asking for a question
‘what did Mikael say’ not father, mikael, to Elijah he was no father, he had just took away the chance for Elijah to be a father himself
‘that its not his fault. That- that y/n apparently was to weak to carry the child of a Viking like you’ Klaus almost whispered repeating the cruel words his father had said, completely ignoring the fact that has been his violence to bring you to prematurely birth.
Elijah stood up he gently laiys down the child in the crib and look down at him, niklaus remained in silence and looked down at his nephew
‘we would have called him nikolai you know? for you. But not similar enough to get Mikael anger’ elijah finally spoke almost smiling sadly at the thought of what his child could have been
Klaus heart broke, knowing his nephew would have been named after him, that the child lying dead in the crib, would have been a joy to help raise, to babysit to play with, to love
Klaus face contort  in pain as he spoke admitting his fear and guilt
‘it’s my fault. y/n intervened to protect me, because I’m weak. I’m so sorry brother’ Klaus if had managed to not cry before now had tears running down as he looked at elijah, the person he loved the most in the word and cried knowing to having cause his brother and you, his best friend, the greatest pain
Elijah’s eyes widened as he grabs klaus by the back of the head, prompting him to look at him, heads inches away
‘listen to me’  elijah said firmly and gently ‘this it’s not your fault niklaus. It was Mikael and if someone is to blame is- is me. it’s my fault the first time he laid an hand of you I should  have struck him dead and-, and now- now my child is dead. y/n lost her son because of my weakness to defend you and our family from that monster. This ends tonight’ Elijah said letting go of Klaus and reaching for his sword ready to exit the tent and kill Mikael once and for all, as rage and guilt went through him , if he had done so years before Klaus would not have suffered, and his own child would be alive. He failed his promise to his brother, to you and to his child to always protect you all
Klaus stood in front of him and stopped him making him drop the sword by taking his arm ‘and then what brother? He kills you too and when y/n wakes not only she lost her child but she is a widow?. Don’t you think she suffered enough?. She needs you, I need you’ klaus pleaded him as elijah started crying again throwing himself at Klaus holding him as he sobbed unashamedly in his little brother shoulder
‘my son is dead, nikalus do you understand?, he is dead’ elijah cried and Klaus cried too, never having seen his older brother, his rock, so devastated
They staid there for a bit until elijah calmed down
As he let go of klaus, klaus left his hand on his older bother’s shoulder and took the courage to speak
‘I know you don’t want to hear this, but we need to bury him’
Elijah let him go standing agin next to the crib looking at his son as pain and anger cursed through him
‘no. not until she holds him at least one’ he says wiping his tears not tearing his eyes away from his son
‘elijah…’ Klaus tried to make him think
‘it’s her son niklaus, it was taken from her, from us! she has the right to see him, you can’t understand what we are feeling and I hope you will never have to’ elijah shouted as calm left him only rage at himself, Mikael and the world.
Klaus was at a loss of word and stared at the ground
‘I’m sorry brother i-‘ elijah said more gently having realized to have lushed out at the wrong person
Before he could continue you stirred up signaling that you were about to wake up, the two brothers turn to look at you, both hearts breaking knowing that elijah now had to tell you what happened
‘I’ll leave you two’ Klaus said, patting elijah shoulder again before exiting the tent.
Klaus looks at you and then at Elijah before leaving a single tear running down at the thought of what is about to happen
Elijah recomposed himself, wiping his tears before crawling back in your shared bed and gently caressing your face as you wake up
‘ ‘lijah’ you mumble as you bathe in his touch
‘yes it’s me my love, you are okay’ he tells you caressing your face and trying to give you a small smile but his eyes are red again, you finally open your eyes and smile at the love of your life before taking in his strained face
‘why are you crying?’ you ask him looking at him and touching his face feeling that is damp of tears, before looking down at yourself, your pregnant belly disappeared. In that moment Memory come back, Mikael, Klaus, the fight, giving birth. panic surges in you, elijah should be happily holding your crying baby showing them to you instead his expression has a look you have never seen in your husband before , complete and utterly heartbreak
‘what happened? where is my baby?’ you ask in fear and panic as you try to sit up
‘my love it was a difficult delivery, you fainted, you are alive for a miracle’ elijah tells you gently as he helps you sit up on the bed
‘elijah where is our baby?’ you ask again now firmly as panic surges in you, he avoids your eyes
‘elijah where is our baby?’ you repeat as he swallows hard and finally looks at you, his voice breaking
‘y/n our son didn’t make it, the fall and prematurely birth killed him’ he admits holding the back of your neck caressing it as tear rolls down
‘no. it’s not true’ you shake your head as tears rolls down your eyes as you look in Elijah’s eyes his heartbroken mimicking your.
‘I’m so sorry my love’ he says, he doesn’t know how to comfort you, there is nothing to solve, and having grew up with esther never recovering from loosing freya and how from finn’s story Mikael turned into a monster because of that loss he knows that neither of you will ever recover, not completely
‘I want my baby’  you cry throwing yourself at him, he keeps you close your head on his chest as his arms are tight against you, his chin resting on top of your head his hand suiting you back as you sob and wine as elijah can do nothing but follow in your desperation
You don’t know how long you stay like that but the candles he lit before are almost gone but your cries and sobs don’t seem to ease
‘I want to hold him’ you say your head still against his chest
‘of course’ elijah replies kissing your forehead as he lets you go and takes your son gently in his arms bringing him to you
He lays him gently in your arms, he looks so small yet beautiful and seems sleeping, but you know he will never wake and cry for your milk, you trace his small face as you look at him sobbing
Elijah sits next to you again his arm around your shoulder as you stay there until the candles burn out and the room become pitch dark
Elijah doesn’t know how to tell you, but his brothers his right, hours have passed your son must be buried
‘my love?’ he asks carefully, you just mumble ‘I know you will not like what I’m going to say, but we need to bury him’ elijah says caressing your neck, your eyes don’t leave your son
‘no’ you reply shaking your head, the illusion is dissipating, once he will be buried his death will be permanent
‘we need to’ elijah tries again voice broken
‘no elijah! Is our son, our baby, he was taken from us before he was even born, I was ready to raise him, he should have buried us not the other way around’ you sob
He just rests his forehead aginst yours
‘I know and it breaks me too, but my love has been hours, our baby deserves a proper burial so that he can join our ancestors, your parents, my sister. they will take care of him, the gods will always allow a child to enter the afterlife’ he tries to reassure you, but failing, there are no gods, odin, thor, freya, if there were the world would not be so cruel
‘just ten more minutes, please’ you plead him, he just nods and kisses your forehead again knowing nothing he can do will make you feel better
When its time elijah looks at his son one last time, as you held him he exist the tent, that should have been a vison of joy, you his wife with your newborn baby, his son, in your arms but instead he is exiting the tent to tell his siblings to prepare the burial
They don’t speak they just follow his instructions as Rebekah eyes are still red
Elijah enters your shared tent and with the last strenght he has he speaks
‘it’s time’ he says voice low as he looks at you and your son
You kiss your child forehead for the first and last time, as you look at elijah, tear dry, rage for Mikael the only thing remaining
‘I’m ready’ you say looking at the child before trying to stand up, elijah is next to you in heartbeat preventing you to get up from the bed
‘but you can’t move, your conditions are still fragile my heart’ he says trying to make you think
‘I don’t care’ you reply
‘you - you almost died y/n, I could have lost you both. Please’ he begs you tearing up again, you don’t have the strenght to fight back not when the man you love looks broken as much as you
‘I’m not missing it. Elijah. I beg you’ still you say firmly not leaving space for discussion
‘at least let me bring you there, you should not move’ he tries and you nod
You take the time to properly prepare the child for burial following viking tradition with sheets, oil and burial objects, you trace the ruin of protection, love and death on the cloth
once he is ready elijah sweeps you up in his arms carrying you bridal style as you hold your covered child, Elijah just looks straight ahead not able to look at you two.
You open the tent meeting the miakeslon’s sad eyes that are avoiding your glance, Mikael was smart enough to not show himself, some of your friends are there too as Qzezia and Tatia. Henrik does not understand what is going on as he stands next to esther, even finn has tears in his eyes. elijah walks past them leading them to the designed area of burial
As you get there you sing an old lullaby to you son as if it was to put him to sleep, and not the eternal sleep you were about to bury him in
As you arrived there elijah placed you in klau’s arms, you let him not tearing your eyes away from the child
‘it’s time’ elijah says ‘no’ you cry looking at him and holding your son tighter, Klaus turns his head to give you privacy as elijah kisses your head and then gently takes the chidl from your arms you let him, before crying again
You buried your face in the crook of Klaus’s neck as Elijah  walk to the tomb his brothers prepared.
Elijah lies his son there ‘until the next life, my son’ he whispers as tears fall silently, Elijah draws the runes he learned as a child on the ground to protect he child as he goes in the afterlife following Viking tradition. Then he stands up, him and kol that has no sign of his signature smirk lay the soil to cover the body.
Elijah walks back to Klaus and Elijah picks you up again from Klaus arms as tears rolls down. There is only silence before the traditional song is sang, you can’t bring yourself to sing as you sob on elijah’s chest
once the burring ritual is done The rest of his siblings one at one go back home, Klaus is the last one to leave, kissing your head and squeezing his brother shoulder before leaving you two alone
you and elijah Stay there until morning rises in each others arms
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saltyluminaryvoid · 1 year
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“Cold was the steel of my axe to grind.”
A story of a daughter’s newfound quest for her family. 
In which the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Princess Samira Parvati Agrawal is betrayed by her own and imprisoned for several centuries. When the hollow sacrifices Elijah it triggers unforeseen consequences onto humanity and the supernatural world. The escape of the dhampyre releases nearly a thousand years of blood thirst and unbridled rage onto vampire kind and anyone who stands in her way for revenge. 
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CHAPTER ONE
In the cool air of the August night, a woman moved gracefully through Agrawal Palace, tiny bells upon her ankles announcing her every step as she carefully balanced two trays one ladled with cold lemonade and the other with fresh bread and cheese. 
Parvati! a voice calls in the distance, ‘you could have called for me and I would have come to assist you.’ Sister, Parvati calls softly nothing will fall and be ruined, the golden-skinned beauty teases as she removes her hold upon the trays only to leave them hovering mid-air, ‘that’s the beauty of magic’ she softly demonstrates. Her baby sister a fiery red-headed Indian woman tsked her, ‘Well at least it would have given me something to do, while our sister occupies herself with her warrior training.’ Orrrr, Parvati begins to tease you can practise your English and allow your elder sisters some much-needed peace. Aarushi only pouts as she descends the stairway, the length of her silken saree flowing with the gentle breeze, Parvati follows into the large courtyard trays trailing mid-air alongside as she joins Aarushi under the large Willow happy with the reprieve the nights brought from the hot Indian summers. Her younger sister Lokirina  dutifully practices her sword fighting, clothed in nothing but dragon hide armour, no doubt kept cool  from the many magical runes inscribed onto her armour. 
Parvati sips her lemonade, half-mindedly listening to her sister prattle on about how pretty the Patel twins are. She recalls the many nights Lokrinia and father stalked and hunted the dragon which terrorised neighbouring lands. In her foolish bravery she remembers almost being killed for her hubris, her father’s broken cries as he cradled her sister’s burnt body. She’ll never forget the way fear and panic racked her body when the healers announced Lokirina now fully healed from her burns many never awaken as her mind had retreated too far for magic to heal. 
Parvati had never felt so useless, as the eldest child of the greatest coven to exist in the Vijayanagar Empire Parvati was the problem solver. The one her siblings turned to when they were far out of their depths, the one her father groomed to take up the mantle of Thakurani, the ruler who fell under the great Maharaj of the Empire. In her passing hopelessness, Parvati had assembled the greatest witches and warlocks of the empire and together they slayed the dragon and affirmed her position as the most beloved Kumari in history. Her sister’s dragon hide armour was carefully cut and within its skins, all manner of protective and tracking runes were sown.
She recalls her once loving father who made it his priority to be involved in the education and rearing of his girls despite still mourning his beloved wife and heading his kingdom. She knew he once truly loved her in the way he’d  patiently explain complicated theoretical magic, in the way he lovingly feed her bites of food when she was too caught up with her newest magical project or the way he hid the pain his face whenever she looked far too much like her mother or even the way he never resented her as she was the admissible evidence her mother’s heart would always lie with Elijah. 
Bitterly she thought, he didn’t love me anymore why else would he have plotted with the spirit Esther to seal her away? 
Why else would he turn the coven against her once he discovered the truth of what her father really was?
Why else would he punish her sisters alongside her when they refuse to turn against her?
Why else would he have thought of such a brutal prison to seal her away so she could never fully transition?
Because of him they were forever trapped within a prison world, doomed to repeat this one day until the end of time, she was doomed to live in an unending loop of fiery torment clawing at her throat. A torment which could only be sated by the dhampyre natural prey, a vampire.
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