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buckybarnesb-tch · 5 months
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Hello love reading your mikaelson fics especially the yandere ones
If u want how bout Yandere sugar daddies klaus and Elijah sharing sugar baby reader wants to become exclusive(to be lovers) but reader is not sure if she wants too. She’s scared to take the next level. Pls smut if u can
Their Sugar Baby
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She had become their Sugar Baby when they overheard her conversation with Elena, Bonnie and Caroline about her current Sugar Daddy being a piece of shit who just wants to fuck her and drop her, no more taking care of her.
Klaus and Elijah had never had that kind of relationship before so it was definitely different, but of course they could afford to give her everything.
Y/n had stayed at the bar after her friends left and Elijah approached her, buying her another drink and asking her to join them. She was cautious but they could see she was also intrigued.
Elijah had been obsessed with her since he first came to Mystic Falls, and while he had had several relationships over his lifetime, none of them had made him feel like Y/n did. He had watched over her the whole time he was in town, until of course his brother daggered him. Klaus had become interested in her upon returning to the town with Stefan to fix his Hybrid problem. He’d sent her a drink before having to leave again and promising to make her his upon his return to the town. They had started talking the night before when everyone had been in un-daggered and upon realizing they were obsessed with the same girl, they decided to have her together, they had done it once as humans with Tatia, why not now when they were far more well off and able to give her everything she wants?
They bought her a few drinks and just talked, asking what it was she needed from a Sugar Daddy, explaining what they wanted from her and it all seemed rather perfect. They invited her to be their date to their families Ball the next night and promised her the perfect outfit, and the brothers were thrilled when she agreed.
She had allowed them to drive her home and while she didn’t invite them in, at least they know where she lives now and they Hate that it’s an apartment on the edge of the town. Klaus went home and found the perfect dress for her to wear to the Ball and Elijah picked out some jewelry for her to wear with it. There’s no way their girl wouldn’t be the most perfect Princess at the Ball.
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That was how it all started. They paid her bills for her and she spent nearly all day every day with them unless they had a supernatural problem to deal with. Elijah loved taking her shopping, she would go with him to help him decide what suits looked the best on him, he loves having her opinion and hearing her tell him how handsome he looks. Klaus enjoyed spoiling her in other ways, whisking her away for an overnight trip to Paris on a jet (Klaus for the food and Elijah for the shopping), A quick stop in Italy when he insisted she needed to know what ‘real’ pasta was like, and even a stop over in New Orleans for the ‘Worlds Best Beignets’. Y/n both loved and hated the fact that Klaus enjoyed feeding her, he watched her eat like it was the most fascinating, beautiful thing in the world and he was definitely turned on by it.
It was a month into the relationship that Y/n began noticing them behaving a little more…personal? They became far more touchy with her, which was nice but she began to realize it felt different. The way they looked at her was as if staring into her soul, and while most Sugar Daddies enjoy people looking at their babies, wanting to show them off to the world as if to say “Look at what I have, you could never afford her”, Klaus and Elijah were jealous, possessive even.
Once Klaus had nearly beaten a man on the street into a coma for looking at her too long she knew she needed to say something.
‘We need to talk.’ She spoke as they sat down in Y/n’s room in their home that they had gifted her, now full of all of her many, many, many clothes. Both men looked shocked but waited patiently for what she needed to say. ‘This isn’t normal, and I’m not sure what to do with that. I’ve been a sugar baby since I was 16, I love it, I enjoy being taken care of and shown off like I’m special.’
‘You are special.’ Klaus responded, taking her hand and kissing her palm, pressing her soft hand to his face but for the first time she pulled away from his touch and he instantly didn’t like that.
‘But it feels like you don’t want to show me off, you don’t want other men looking at me like every other man ever! What guy doesn’t want others to look at their girl? That’s always been half the point for the men I spend time with, you almost killed that man the other day Klaus! And you! You growled at a man checking me out at the register 2 days ago! What is wrong with you guys?!’ They could see she was frustrated and they wanted to make her feel better.
‘We love you Princess. We love you so much and we want you to be ours.’ Elijah admitted and her eyes widened in shock.
‘What? No, no, no…that’s not what this is guys, this isn’t a real relationship, why would…why would you want a girl to treat you like a living bank account? I don’t-‘
‘You love us just as much as we love you and you know it, you just try to hide it, we refuse to do so.’ The suited man responded and she didn’t seem to know what to say.
‘Admit it, you don’t treat us like every other guy you were with, you care for us, and we like buying our girl nice things if you haven’t noticed, love. We enjoy spoiling you and showering you in clothes and nice food, everything you want, however we do not enjoy other men thinking they have the right to stare at what is ours. You are gorgeous, Bunny, every inch of you…and every inch of you is ours.’ Klaus growled from deep in his chest and Y/n hated how much she loved the sound.
‘I’ve never had a real relationship and I don’t want one! Men know what they’re getting into with me, there’s no hidden agenda or misunderstandings. There’s no pain when you cheat or leave and I don’t want that! I can’t-I’m sorry. I can’t.’ She stood up, walking to the door and grabbing her bag when suddenly the door was slammed shut, Klaus cutting her exit off.
‘Where are you going? You live here now my love.’ She took a step back, she had never been afraid of Klaus and unlike everyone else in the world she knew he would never hurt her, but she also didn’t know what lengths he would go to to keep her.
‘My apartment, I need to think, I want to be alone right now.’
‘Apartment? We had you moved out of there weeks ago Princess, you’re ours now.’ Her eyes widened and she took several steps back before hitting the wall and sliding down to the floor. ‘We know you love us, and we understand that you’re afraid of being hurt but that’s not an option with us Y/n, we will never leave you, you’ll never lose us, we’ll never die. We’re immortal-‘
‘But I’m Not!’ She shouted and the brothers looked at each other for a moment before Klaus kneeled down beside her, kissing her palm once again and holding it to his face.
‘We can fix that problem right now.’ Y/n sucked in a breath, looking from Klaus back to Elijah in shock but he just tilted his head as if waiting for an answer.
‘Have you been planning this?’
‘We’ve been hoping for you to agree to be ours since before we had drinks…we love you Princess and we don’t plan on letting you go. We know you love us too…please just let us have you?’ As Elijah spoke, Klaus kissed his way up her arm and tilted her head to bare her throat, kissing and sucking his way up to her jaw before down to her chest.
‘Why me? After 1000 years, why me? How do I know you won’t get bored and leave?’ She hated how vulnerable and weak she sounded but they already knew how lonely and scared she was, keeping herself unavailable to keep from getting hurt.
‘We both fell in love with you a long time ago Princess, you’ve been mine since the day I came to Mystic Falls.’
‘And mine since I sent you that first drink.’ Klaus mumbled against her chest where he continued sucking love bites onto her perfect flesh.
‘You’re already ours Y/n…all that’s left is for you to admit it.’ Elijah tucked her hair behind her ear before leaning closer, kissing along her jawline and she knew she was done for. No women can have 2 Mikaelson’s sucking on their neck and chest and then reject them, physically impossible!
Her fingers tucked into both of their hair and held onto them desperately. ‘Please?’ That was all she said, but it was all she needed to say before Klaus’ hands grabbed ahold of her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly, dropping her onto the bed the next second and tearing her dress right down the front. ‘Hey! Not the dress!’
‘Bunny, I’ll buy you 100 more dresses tomorrow if that’s what you want but anything that obstructs my view of your perfect body deserves to be torn to shreds.’ Her bra was torn off next and Klaus finally got his lips around her breasts like he had clearly wanted, or so she thought. Elijah’s lips claimed hers roughly as Klaus kissed and nipped his way down her stomach and hips, pulling down her panties and revealing her pussy to him. ‘My God, you are a dripping mess, aren’t you? Did we do this?’ The hybrid questioned just as she was unbuttoning Elijah’s shirt and shoving it off of his shoulders.
‘Answer him Princess.’ Elijah teased, biting her lip between his teeth harshly and making her whine.
‘Obviously you did! Now fix it!’ Her voice demanded and pulled Elijah by the tie that was still around his neck despite his upper body being naked before she suddenly cried out. Elijah pulled back, looking down to see Klaus with his fangs buried into her thigh, tasting her as her thighs sat on his shoulders and his fingers rubbed at her clit slowly and teasingly.
‘How is she?’ He asked his younger brother who just groaned in response, but it was all he needed. Despite their girl having known they were vampires, they had yet to taste her, wanting to save it for just this occasion. Elijah leaned back down to his Princess, baring her neck for him and licking her throat teasingly before biting into her lovely flesh, her blood filling his mouth with what was possibly the best taste he had ever experienced. His hand cupped her breast, squeezing roughly and listening to her heart beat speed up as her hips ground against Klaus’ hand, her overwhelmed senses unable to take the stimulation before she came, crying out as they both pulled back, cleaning her blood from their bite marks.
‘T-too much…’ she whined, nuzzling into Elijah’s neck and holding onto him tightly.
‘Too much? Too Much?’ Klaus asked, teasingly as he crawled back up her body, kissing over her shoulders. ‘Well if that’s too much, you’re about to be in trouble Bunny.’ Suddenly her body was completely turned around, Klaus now pressing his lips to hers as Elijah sat her up and held her back to his chest. Elijah used her slick from her previous orgasm to spread over his cock as Klaus lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust his hips up, bottoming out immediately making her cry out, arms wrapping around his neck tightly as she trembled.
‘Gentle Niklaus, our Princess is giving herself to us, the least we can do is handle her with care.’ He half teased and half scolded.
‘My Bunny is loving every second of my cock in her tight little cunt, aren’t you Bunny?’ Y/n whined before nodding her head into his neck where she held him tightly.
‘Please move?’ She begged but Klaus just shook his head.
‘Not yet love, we need to give Elijah a chance to join in.’ Her eyes flew open as she seemed to suddenly understand what he means and she began pulling back, making Klaus hold her to his chest tightly.
‘Come now Princess, we know you’ve done this before-‘
‘With One Guy! Not This! I don’t-‘ Klaus cut her off with his lips against hers roughly , thrusting up into her and silencing her complaints.
‘If you can tell me you don’t want this, and be convincing, then we will stop right now.’ Elijah promised and she just whined, knowing she had dreamed of exactly this position one too many times, he often enjoyed watching her dreams and they were almost always wet dreams about the both of them.
‘Hurry up brother, I will not wait forever.’ Klaus growled, pulling her as close as he could and pressing his lips to hers again which she tried to focus on as she was so over stimulated already upon feeling Elijah’s cock pressing against her hole. He pushed his hips forward and stretched her out slowly, pausing as she whined before continuing, pressing his lips to the back of her neck to comfort her.
‘Just let me in Princess, you know you want to.’ He teased, rolling his hips as he felt her try and relax her body again, shoving the last 2 inches into her tight hole and hearing her squeal. ‘Are you alright?’ She nodded into Klaus’ chest just before the Hybrid thrust his hips up, causing her to move on Elijah’s cock as well which made her cry out quite loudly.
‘There’s our girl, scream for us Bunny!’ She cried out again into his neck and they both loved her loud reactions. Elijah was pushing into her hard now, already fucking her ass harder than the only other guy that ever did it.
‘Fuck Elijah!’
‘That’s right Princess, squeezing my cock so Goddamn tight! I knew you would love this, your ass is so perfect, how could she not love my cock?’ Elijah was practically needy to know that he makes her feel better than that idiot that fucked her before.
‘Fuck! Please-Ah!’
‘That’s a good girl. Cum for us Bunny, I know you want to. Want us to fill your tight little holes more than they ever have been before. Cum!’ Klaus growled into her throat and just as their girl wailed, they buried their fangs into her flesh once again, the both of them cumming hard into her sore holes. Something about knowing that their girl was more fucked out and full than she had ever been before was almost enough to make them cum again.
As her breathing and heart rate began to slow they both pulled back, Elijah biting into Klaus’ neck roughly to start the blood flow before pressing Y/n’s lips against the bloody bite mark. ‘That’s a good girl, drink for us Princess, drink nice and deep.’
‘Fuck Bunny! Already such sharp teeth!’ Klaus grunted, feeling her bite her dull teeth against the open wound to keep it from closing quickly. ‘Such a good girl.’ He moaned, loving the feeling of her biting into him, desperate for more of his blood.
‘We love you Princess, and when you wake up you’ll be all ours…for the rest of eternity.’ Elijah spoke, Y/n finally pulling away and allowing them to see her, Klaus’ blood dripping down her chin.
‘Going to make such a gorgeous vampire, aren’t you precious?’ She nodded, holding onto Klaus and pressing her lips to his just as Elijah took her neck in his hands and twisted as gently as he could.
They quickly cleaned her and themselves up, Klaus dressing her while Elijah went and fetched a few blood bags, laying beside their girl as they waited for her to wake up into their eternity together.
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triplehmunson · 2 months
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𝓟𝓞𝓥: You are Elijah's ex girlfriend, one day Klaus invited you to a party for Hope's birthday, so to avoid going alone you decided to go with your best friend but you didn't think you would see your ex again, Elijah Mikaelson, who when he saw you enter, his face changed to one of jealousy? anger? pain? You didn't know but it was really uncomfortable.
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andreal831 · 1 month
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New Chapter for TGW Outtakes: Knight at the Museum
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Elijah, Astra, and Hayley spend the weekend in Paris before she has to return to New Orleans. For anyone who needs some haylijah and Astra. I needed to write some happy Elijah since he's...well... you know...
This chapter is 18+
New chapter is up on Wattpad and AO3!
Story Details:
The Great War: Outtakes
While Astra and Elijah are on their own adventures taking place in The Great War, the Mikaelsons continue their lives in the French Quarter.
OR
The Great War is getting far too long and there are so many side stories I want to tell.
Elijah Mikaelson-centric
(Warnings -- Mature themes and violence, explicit content) tvdu fanfiction Elijah Mikaelson & fem OC Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall background klamille, marbekah, klovina, freelin
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sku1 · 2 months
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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄- Elijah x Fem oc!
Summary: Liliana and Elijah has been married for a millennium, their marriage was forced by Mikael Mikaelson and her father, though they had a mutual agreement; in front of praying eyes and nosy people they would act has an affectionate and loving couple but behind closed doors they would act differently.
Now, almost millennia later, Elijah's platonic feelings had turned into romantic feelings for his wife that had stuck with him through everything, even when he was at a time where he had loved other women in a way he hadn't with her and he realises just how sacred Liliana has been all this time.
𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 is all he'd ever shown, all he'd ever know with her, despite being married to Liliana for almost a millennium. He doesn't understand how to love her.
But with Hayley it's different, Elijah understood how to love her, how to make her smile, how to get her to laugh, but that love didn't least, she'd left him and married Jackson.
They had similarities, well at least in Elijah's eyes he saw similarities between the two women, yet his love for each woman was different. But what can he make of this? what can he make of actually feeling something for Liliana?
She was a closed book, often reserved and quiet yet loud and brutal all at once like time ticking bomb. She'd been since he had met her, and no matter how hard Elijah tried he just couldn't woo her, sway her, get her to feeling at least something for him.
So why does he love her? was he because they'd been together for so long his platonic feelings turned into romantic? he had thought numerous times throughout the day, often wondering the possibilities of Liliana showing him she did in fact care.
It was a warm summer night, Elijah had saved his brother from yet, another one of his crazy antics and had wanted to come home and just sit back and Realx when he had stumble upon his wife,
half bare, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, slightly lent forward, wearing red and black lace underwear with a plain black shirt hanging from her slim shoulders as she fixed herself up.
She looked breathtaking, half awake, short Raven black hair messliy hung just slightly above her shoulders. And for the first time he had looked at her, really looked at her, taking in her appearance for once rather then being occupied with a book and a glass of whisky.
His eyes glazed over her slim body, seeing the scars and burn marks on her uper back and torso some new and most old, a frown forming on his face, had he been so blind all this time? when had she gotten them? and why hadn't he known in the first place? Elijah didn't dare to let his gaze wonder lower then it always was.
But he felt stupid, ashamed, and regretful he had neglected his duty towards her as her husband, he felt self conflicted about this, when didn't she just tell him? why hadn't she gone to him for help? and why hadn't he bee— ''You know it's quite rude to stare at one for a long period of time without speaking a word to them.''
He tore his gaze reluctantly away from the burn and scars marks on her body, shifting to meet her gaze finding her already staring at him. a faint flush plastered on her pale skin.
''I—..I apologise dearest Liliana I seem to have gotten...'' He began to explain not before he heard her laughter fill the bathroom, a genuine and sweet laugh, one he hadn't ever heard before.
''Lost in looking at my scars? please, they are old...well, most of them are,'' Elijah watched his wife, watching the smile that looped onto her lips and the small shake of her head. She truly was breathtaking.
then a quiet silence falls upon them, the pair just silently watching the other, Liliana tilted her head one way, her raven black hair following suit.
Elijah's mind was racing, questions erupting, and unspoken words filling his mind. desperately trying to say something, anything to break the silence that fell upon them.
then, without thinking he blurred out the first words that came to mind.
''How did you get them?''
''Which ones?''
''All of them, old and new, I would like to know where and whom you have gotten them from.''
And suddenly, he felt the rush of shame run through his whole body, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth.
''I apologise again, dearest Liliana—''
''It's okay, you're okay. You don't need to apologise for being curious Lijah.''
With her reassuring words, he calmed himself a bit, maybe..just maybe, they could be something more then a couple in a loveless marriage
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keepsdeathhiscourt · 2 months
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Series Masterlist (Ongoing)
Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character
Rating: Mature (18+ Only)
Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.
Read on A03
Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Generational Trauma, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Originals Season 1 Rewrite, Original Female Character
Chapter List (Ongoing):
I. City of the Dead
II. King of New Orleans
III. Mirror Images
IV. Between the River and the Road
V. Dealing with the Devil
VI. Remembrance
VII. Memento Mori
VIII. Sharing Secrets
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murder-swan · 11 months
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Hi everyone,
So I haven't really been an active writer on here before. Despite that, I have been reading and just generally staying in fandom spaces. Recently I've been getting back in my Elijah Mikaelson faze and have struggled to find a story that really scratches that itch. So as many before me have done, if I can't read it I shall write it. Here is a sort of summary:
"With a dead father, a mother in the wind, and the town’s sheriff as her sole parental figure Ana didn’t need anything else complicating her life. So it was just her luck that her magic was only getting stronger and memories from lives she shouldn’t remember continued immerging. And the cherry on top was getting thrown head first into the supernatural drama of Mystic Falls with no hope of escaping it.
He should have known that after he missed her last life that it would only get more complicated. What he wasn’t expecting though was that the latest doppelganger didn’t have a twin sister. Elijah knew that each time a new doppelganger appeared so would Anteia (she had been the doppelganger’s twin in both her original and second life). Something had changed and he wasn’t sure if it was for the best."
Feel free to leave feedback and left me know if I should actually write this thing.
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readingisloving · 1 year
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What she feels, others feel. What others feel, Evangeline feels. Is it a curse or a blessing? She takes it as the former. She has never felt a hundred percent normal. 
And when trouble comes to her home town of Mystic Falls, Evangeline; the girl who is most comfortable on the sidelines, gets dragged right into the middle of it all.
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sleepmusicland-1 · 2 years
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Ghost Whisperer - Don't Scream
Here you find all links to Ghost Whisperer - Don't Scream
Summary Ghost Whisperer - Don't Scream:
Luna de la Rune was feared, isolated and above all she was always treated with caution, the witch community actually wanted nothing to do with her, but because she was the last living descendant of the powerful and dangerous Camilla de la Rune and not without danger, she was seen as an important ally, only how long would it remain so, after a original vampire arrives in New Orleans and cultivates an unhealthy fascination for the Ghost Whisperer, which always leads to the death of the Ghost Whisperer in question?
Here you can find all versions of the fanfiction:
Archive of our Own
Wattpad (English)
Wattpad (German)
Fanfiktion.de (German)
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sunlitscribe · 2 years
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oc: kallista mikealson
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buckybarnesb-tch · 5 months
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A Failed Escape -Elijah M.
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Warning: This fic depicts an abusive relationship and Non/Dub Con as well as eluding to threats of suicide, if you aren’t comfortable with or are triggered by these things than please do not read any further. This is a very Yandere!Elijah portrayed from the same Police!Elijah and Doctor!Klaus universe as I’ve written before. I hope I have done well in the request that was sent in, I don’t usually write Elijah like this.Smut ⚠️ Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!
For @moonlight-melanin I sincerely hope it is everything you wanted it to be🩷
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Y/n didn’t believe him when he told her how far from any help they were, she had only tried to escape once and it was a massive failure…not to mention traumatic.
The trees scratched at my flesh painfully as I ran through the dense woods, trying to find a road, a house, any kind of civilization to get me away from him.
I had trusted Elijah. He had made me feel safe and protected, and then he locked me away and betrayed my trust, ensuring that I would be his forever. I love Elijah, despite everything he has done I’m still in love with him, and I hate myself for it.
I had been running for hours at this point and still not found anything but trees, exhausting myself and eventually collapsing against a large oak tree. I tried to catch my breath as my muscles aches and my thighs burned, exhaustion taking hold of me quickly and pushing me to rest my eyes for a moment…just a moment.
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Waking up was disorienting. My body still hurt but I was laid on something comfortable when suddenly I felt a sting on my leg causing me to flinch and open my eyes.
‘Lay back down Y/n. I’m almost finished with these cuts.’ My blood ran cold as I heard his voice, looking down and seeing Elijah was cleaning the blood from my legs, the thorn bushes doing more damage than I thought. ‘Did you really think you would get away?’ He tossed the first aid kit aside and looked at me, waiting for an answer but all I could do was stutter. ‘I warned you, you wouldn’t find anything out there. I did you a favor telling you that, I didn’t want you to get hurt and look at you now. The closest person is 10 miles away and that’s if you so happened to choose the right direction, which of course you didn’t…is it that terrible here?’ He asked, his eyes cold and hard as he looked down at me.
‘N-no…you’ve been good to me.’ I stated, trying to calm him down.
‘And yet you ran away. You ran through the woods while I wasn’t home like you were desperate to escape me. I saved you, I’ve taken care of you, given you better than that idiot ever did or could and you do this?!’
‘Elijah, I’m sorry. I…I got scared when you-you said I couldn’t leave, I shouldn’t have-‘
‘But You Did! You Left Me!’ He shouted and I tried to pull my legs to my chest, his hand gripping my calf so tightly it felt like the bone would snap. ‘I love you! You’re my everything! My life, and you ran away-‘
‘I love you too, I-‘ all of a sudden his hand was wrapped around my throat and gripping it tight, cutting off my ability to breathe which left me gasping and clawing at his hand.
‘Don’t you lie to me! You left me! You abandoned me! I gave you everything, I risked my job helping you and bringing you here, saved you from ruining your whole life and gave you someone who was here for you! Worshipped the ground you walked on, And You Left Me!’ He was now leaning over me as he held my throat and with the last bit of strength I had I clutched into his shirt and tugged at it pathetically, watching as his eyes widened and he looked down at his hand, releasing me and allowing oxygen to flow into my lungs. I gasped deeply, painfully as I took in air and felt my throat still burn and ache in agony from his strong grip. ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry.’ I was shocked as he said this, staring at him in silence. He had just choked me within an inch of my life and he was apologizing? ‘I’m so sorry Bunny, oh baby!’ He suddenly hugged me around my waist, head on my stomach as he held me firmly and apologized over and over again. Eventually I reached down, running my fingers through his hair to calm him, afraid of him getting worked up again.
‘I’m okay.’ I told him, my voice strained and he looked up at me with soft eyes. ‘I’m sorry too-‘
‘No. No baby, it’s okay. I know I scared you when I told you that you can’t leave I just…I love you so much. I need you all to myself, and you make such bad choices on your own that I need to protect you. I never should have hurt you. Please forgive me?’ He begged, moving to press his lips to mine sweetly and while I should have been repulsed by it, there were butterflies in my tummy like every time Elijah kisses me so sweetly. ‘I can make it up to you, I can make you feel better. I promise.’ He pressed his lips to mine again and his needy attitude was different than ever before. His hands pulled my shirt off before connecting our lips again and trailing his lips down my jaw before kissing my throat tenderly. He had never been this gentle before and I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so startled I couldn’t find it in me to object to anything he was doing. As he unclipped my bra and tossed it to the side he kissed down my collarbone and over my breasts. ‘So perfect, my beautiful girl.’ I gasped as he sucked one of my nipples between his lips and couldn’t hold in my moan at the feeling. He had always been rough and desperate with my breasts but his gentle treatment was doing amazing things to me, all while he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs carefully, not wanting to hurt any of the cuts on my skin. He kissed down my stomach, pushing my legs apart to make room for him before kissing my clit several times, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine as he did.
‘Oh God!’ I screamed as his lips sucked my clit hard, tongue coming out to play with it roughly and I couldn’t keep my hips still as he did, but unlike ever before he didn’t stop them, allowing me to grind against his mouth desperately. ‘Ah! So close! Please?! Eli, please!’ He pulled back suddenly, lifting me up and causing me to squeal, hauling me up and laying back on the pillows as my knees settled next to his head.
‘Take what you need Bunny, sit on my face until you can’t take it anymore.’ His tongue peeked out again, teasing my clit and prompting me to grab ahold of the headboard and grind my pussy down against his mouth. He moaned, sending a vibrating feeling through my clit, the fingers of my right hand finding his hair and holding his head still as I ground my hips down and felt that tight feeling in my belly snap.
‘Oh fuck! Yes! So good! Don’t stop, please?’ He didn’t move, not pulling back for air even once as he shoved his tongue deep into my cunt and fucked me with it. His nose was rubbing against my clit as he did and I couldn’t help riding his mouth roughly as I climbed so high so fast, being thrown into a second orgasm less than a minute after the first. Elijah was seemingly desperate, trying to continue sucking on my clit again when I pulled away, the second orgasm making me too sensitive to continue immediately and I crawled back down to lean against him and see his wet mouth. ‘That was amazing…you’ve never done that before.’
‘I want to make you feel good baby, I only ever want to make you feel good. I hate it when you make me hurt you.’ I was startled by that as he grabbed his shirt and wiped his face clean, that was when he took hold of my hips and pulled me down farther, having removed his pants and pushing himself into me, stretching me deliciously but still uncomfortably as I was so sensitive. ‘I’m gonna make you feel so good baby!’ He pulled back and shoved himself into me again before beginning to move my hips with his hands and making me ride him.
‘Oh God! So Good! Don’t stop Eli! Please don’t stop?!’ I begged as he continued thrusting up into me at a steady pace, picking up speed as my third orgasm teetered just on the edge.
‘Never! Never gonna stop Baby, I’m all yours, forever. You know that right?’ He asked, almost whining as he forced me to look down into his eyes. They were soft and desperate but there was still something dark, deep inside of them that was always there. ‘You know how much I love you, don’t you? More than that boy ever did or could, all he did was hurt you, get you in trouble, the kind of trouble that would have ruined you if I wasn’t there-Fuck-I love you so much Bunny…you-you love me too…don’t you?’ The worry and fear in his eyes was enough to make me want to be sick.
‘Yes! Yes Elijah! Love you so much!’ His cock was pounding into me almost painfully hard at this point and I was so close to the edge I would have signed my soul to Satan if he just let me cum!
‘You won’t leave me again…Promise me! Promise me Bunny, you won’t run away from me again-I can’t live without you Baby, I won’t! I’ll die without you, do you hear me?! I’ll Die!’
‘Never leaving you! Never! I Promise! Please-Please I Can’t-‘
‘Cum for me Bunny, my good girl!’ He slammed his hips into mine painfully hard and as I felt him cum the tightness in my belly snapped and I cried out, collapsing against him as he pulled me into a deep kiss. ‘I love you Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll never hurt you again, never.’
Later that night I found myself freshly showered and clean, thanks to my police officer boyfriend. Elijah brushed his fingers through my hair, resting my head on his chest as I began drifting off, completely fucked out after he jumped me again before the shower, twice during, and again after. His fingernails against my scalp felt magical as he tried to relax me enough to fall asleep in his arms.
‘No more running from me, okay? If I have to come and search for you again, it won’t be this much fun…’ I shook my head instantly as he said this, knowing that I never want to relive this moment, even if it means I never get away…maybe staying with Elijah isn’t so bad…it could be much worse.
‘No more running away…and no more hurting. Promise?’ Elijah leaned down, kissing my head with a smile on his face.
‘Promise. I love you…my little baby Bunny.’
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Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist
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Could you make something like where klaus' girlfriend/wife is really attractive and all of his enemies want her(like lucien or tristan)?
Everybody wants to steal my girl
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader Summary: Klaus (and you) have been struggling with hybrid's jealousy for 1,000 years. It doesn't help that you're stunningly beautiful and that all his enemies want to steal you from him. But Klaus will not let his wife ever leave his side—or worse, lose her feelings for him. Even if he is "slightly" insecure about himself. Warning(s): jealous Klaus, jealous reader, a bit smut (I think) but not 18+, Klaus being an insecure puppy Word count: 7k I guess
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She's been my queen since we were sixteen, we want the same things We dream the same dreams, alright, alright?
Klaus stormed into the abattoir in a rage. He promised himself that he would rip Lucien's heart out of his chest as soon as the circumstances were right, making sure he had suffered enough for his heinous act beforehand.
Klaus was the only one who could flirt with his wife.
He'd have to make sure that this pathetic creature got the message the next time they met. Lucien had condemned his life to death anyway, but Klaus might have had the pity to spare him from his creative torture.
Y/N didn't like it when he got blood on the floor. And when their daughter Hope came into the world, she tried to keep the violence around her to a minimum. Which didn't mean Klaus shouldn't fight every potential suitor of his baby's mother. Hope would agree with him if she was old enough.
When he calmed down, he decided to look into the room of their miracle child. He smiled, leaning against the doorframe as he saw Y/N putting their daughter to sleep. She sang an Old Norse lullaby they both knew from their human days.
Klaus flashed back to the days when he was just a teenager, head over heels in love with the daughter of their village chief. Then he wouldn't even have had a chance to hold her hand in public. His family was lower in the village hierarchy, which meant he could only dream of marrying a(n) Y/N. Which didn't stop them from falling in love. And turning her into a vampire with the Mikaelson siblings—the only thing he owed to his mother.
They both wanted and dreamed of the same thing: being together. They've had their ups and downs over the past thousand years, but they've always stayed together. She was the only person in their family that Klaus had never stabbed. Besides, he couldn't. She was a hybrid, just like him. After breaking his curse, it turned out that their lost dreams of having a family together weren't all that lost. Hope appeared. And they both hoped she wouldn't be their only child. But first, they had to deal with their enemies.
Klaus knew he would do anything to protect his girls. And in moments like this—when Y/N smiled softly at him, holding their sleeping daughter in her arms—he knew that his efforts were damn well worth the hard work and sleepless nights.
His wife might just not be so irresistibly, wonderfully beautiful at every fucking moment of the day. It would have saved him a lot of nerves and fits of jealousy every time someone flirted with his goddess.
"Tough day?" Y/n asked, placing her hand on his cheek. Klaus didn't even notice when she approached him.
"It's better since I've seen you, love." he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest to bury his nose in her delightfully fragrant hair.
Klaus adored every inch of her.
I know, I know, I know for sure Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me
On days like this, Klaus was more murderous than usual.
Y/N knew full well that after agreeing to Tristan's polite request for a dance, Klaus was going to explode tonight. Not that she wanted to dance with the brother of a bitch who wanted to take her husband. Tristan's compliments to her, or even the subtle hints of his attraction to her, weren't pleasant to her either.
That was the plan: she was to distract Tristan while Klaus and Freya searched their house. The only thing Elijah didn't take into account was Klaus' enormous tendency to get jealous every time he touched her or received a compliment from another man.
Y/N could have sworn she saw Kol in the crowd eating a pack of popcorn, waiting for things to happen.
So she wasn't surprised when Klaus appeared at one point, snatching her from Tristan's arms with a warning growl. Or that he later marked her neck carefully and every inch of her body that had been contaminated by another man's hands.
Y/N was HIS and no one could ever change that. Not when he was around.
Elijah then burst into your room, being very annoyed at his brother's behavior. But honestly? He should have known better than to hope Klaus wouldn't give in to his jealousy. Tristan was lucky he didn't rip his hands off on the spot. On that day, the second of their first-turned vampires handed down a death sentence. Klaus wouldn't let anyone steal his wife.
Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me
The cup of bitterness overflowed in Klaus when Lucien approached you on your annual "wedding anniversary" date. Yes, Klaus dared to show enough of his sentimental and tender side to declare this day a national holiday. No murders and no bodies on this day - that's what he promised you thousands of years ago.
But when he brought your order to the table and saw Lucien shamelessly flirting with you in front of him, inviting you for a drink at his suite, he seriously considered breaking that oath.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do that. He would rather avoid your wrath.
So instead, he walked over to your table with a sly, confident smirk, put the food on the table, and, grabbing your chin, pulled you close to kiss you passionately in front of the vampire.
He was marking his territory.
You smiled as Niklaus ignored Lucien's awkward grunt, only kissing you fiercely. He only let you go when he was sure your lips were swollen enough from his kiss. He smirked at your slightly disheveled state.
"Were you very bored without me, love?" he asked, playing with your hair.
"I kept her company, Klaus." the hybrid winced at Lucien's voice. He mustered up all the rest of his patience and turned his head, acknowledging the vampire's presence.
"Oh really? I didn't notice you, Lucien. You can go now." he brushed him off, turning back to you. Disgust in his gaze gave way to pure adoration. You were always amazed at how quickly you could change his mood with just your presence.
"Nik, sweetheart, it's very inappropriate to talk like that to our oldest friends, isn't it? Lucien, darling, we'll continue our conversation someday. You have to forgive me, but I promised my grumpy husband that I would focus all my attention on him today." you excused the two of you with a cute smile. Lucien just nodded, blushing.
You grabbed Klaus' arm and pulled him out of the bar before he lunged at the vampire.
"Niklaus, my heart and soul, you know I'm only yours, right?" you asked, kissing his cheek to stifle the surge of his jealousy.
"Yes. Which doesn't mean that this creature knows it too. And I'm not grumpy." he grunted, the furrow of irritation on his forehead deepening as he remembered Lucien's sweet words to you. He wanted to vomit as soon as you answered him in an equally nice and polite tone. "Every enemy of mine has a crush on you anyway; even my father doesn't feel disgusted and murderous toward you."
"Yes? You should have seen Aurora's face when she passed us a few minutes ago. She must have sent Lucien here to spoil our evening."
"Wait a minute, love... is that why you've drawn me to this very nice, unexpected, passionate, mind-blowing kiss in the middle of the street?" he asked with an incredulous smirk, watching with satisfaction as a treacherous blush crept onto your cheeks.
"What am I supposed to say? You're as territorial in this relationship as I am. Besides, we don't want to give our enemies the false impression that we see anything but each other, do we?"
"It's good to know you get jealous of me from time to time too, love."
"Time to time? Please, have you seen yourself in the mirror? I'm still at war with all these horny women who want to steal you from me. Such cheekbones, wonderful eyes, and an English accent are the dreams of many."
"Maybe, but I'm probably the one who chases away the most suitors out of the two of us. You have no idea how many people have had a crush on you over the centuries."
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na She belongs to me
There was going to be a celebration of the summer solstice in their village. Young Klaus was just waiting for you to sneak out with him after the ceremonial rites for your own celebration.
You've been courting each other for over three years now, and today Klaus was finally going to pluck up the courage (with the help of Elijah and Rebekah and Kol's teasing) to propose to you. The ring was safely in his pocket, and the sword was well hidden where the two of you were supposed to spend a romantic evening.
Everything was planned and ready. Nothing could go wrong today. He anticipated and ready for every circumstance, and his mother (the only one of your parents who knew about this secret relationship) promised him to keep his father away from your tryst's place.
But it never occurred to him that another man would try to steal you away from him.
Thor Ragnarsson, the strongest and most powerful young warrior from their village, has been dancing with you since the beginning of the night. And it didn't seem like he was going to let you go that easily, and after the rumors he heard from Kol, Klaus found out that the man wanted to court you.
Klaus had a panic attack. How could he—weak, one of the many sons of a lesser warrior—compete with such a man for your hand? Thor could give you much more than he can. He was stronger, richer, more famous, and handsomer... No. He couldn't think like that. Not when you were destined for each other by fate, stars, spirits, gods, or whatever was watching over you. He had to do something, and fast, before that son of a bitch charms you and you forget the boy who wrote you poems and painted your portraits on the bark of trees.
Klaus may not have been the strongest, but he had something that many of their villagers lacked. He had the cunning, brains, and skill of the best assassin. He will snatch you from this brute's clutches. But first he'll have to figure out how to do it (and take control of the deepening feelings of jealousy that clouded his good judgment.)
Thor only had two weaknesses. Beautiful women and strong drinks. He doubted that he would get drunk so easily; they don't know each other, so even if he offered him something stronger to drink (with an admixture of sleeping herbs), he would probably refuse and sense Klaus' ruse. So he had to resort to Plan B.
"Rebekah!" he shouted, trying to find his sister in the dancing crowd. He found her pretty quickly. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from talking to some man (whom he and Elijah needed to check out in the future) and dragged the protesting blonde to a place where they could watch you and Thor. "I need your help. Do you see this skunk who is talking to my Y/N? Please distract him so I and Y/N can run away from there. You know I wanted to propose to her tonight, and that lesser man is ruining my whole plan!"
"Couldn't you have asked Tatia? She would have helped you because of Elijah."
"They got out of here before Kol could scare off another woman. Please, Rebekah. Won't you do it for your favorite brother?"
"She better say yes." she sighed in defeat, threading herself into the dancing crowd. After a moment, she hit Y/N's partner and winked at Klaus. He didn't waste a second. He ran over to you and, making sure everyone was too busy to notice you, threw you over his shoulder and took you from there.
"Nik! You can put me down now." she laughed at him as they entered the forest. Klaus reluctantly set her down, immediately drawing her into a passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned. "What took you so long?"
"I had to make sure the inconvenience wouldn't bother us when we sneaked out."
"That inconvenience has a name. Besides, Thor's just my friend. We both know very well that my heart belongs to only one man in this village."
"And who is it, love?"
"Well, he's quite tall; he has blonde hair and beautiful, mesmerizing blue eyes; and he's artistically talented. I've never seen more beautiful things than the ones he's made, and he's soooo jealous of me, but that's only because he loves me and he's pretty insecure about himself. Thinking about it like that, I guess I should make sure he knows how much I desire and love him so he doesn't come up with some weird ideas. What do you think?"
"I think this man was born under a lucky star to be worthy of a miracle like you."
"I forgot to add that he charms me with his words like no one else." you murmured, placing a tender kiss on his lips, which accelerated the rhythm of your already madly beating hearts. He pushed you into a tree, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close, not wanting the world to let this moment between you ever end. You pulled away from him, placing your hand gently on his cheek. You smiled, looking at him with love in your eyes as he turned his head to kiss your hand. "I dare not agree with you. I'm the lucky one to have you, Niklaus. And believe me, nothing on this earth can change the way I love you. Nothing is even close enough to steal me from your safe, loving arms."
"So what do you say when..." he knelt down in front of you, trembling with nerves as he took a hand-made ring from his pocket. "Will I offer you my heart, soul, and body forever? You have my eternal devotion, loyalty, and love regardless of your answer, but know that it will be a real honor and a gift from the gods to call you my wife and to have a family with you. I want nothing more in this world than for you to be mine, Y/N. And I may not be the best choice; I am not very rich or strong, but I promise you that I will try to be the best husband for you."
"Oh, Niklaus, you stupid, insecure man... of course I will marry you!" you screamed with tears in your eyes, throwing yourself at him and knocking the two of you to the ground. You both laughed happily as you kissed each other's faces. Klaus gently slid the ring onto your finger.
One satisfying thought lingered in his mind as you both lounged in the field, embracing each other and watching the stars, talking about your future together.
She belongs to me.
Kisses like cream, her walk is so mean And every jaw drops when she's in those jeans, alright, alright? I don't exist if I don't have her The sun doesn't shine, the world doesn't turn, alright, alright?
"Any party you forgot to invite me to?" Klaus flinched at your pretentious, cold tone of voice. He turned away from the table to explain why Lucien, Aurora, and Tristan were sitting at the table with him and his brothers but fell silent, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.
"You look breathtaking as always, darling. Tristan and I missed having a beautiful woman at this table." Klaus stared murderously at Lucien as he kissed your hand, ignoring Aurora's offended snort. He knew you did it on purpose.
This morning, when he asked you to take Hope to visit Aunt Hayley for the day, you were wearing a completely different outfit. Now you were wearing those annoyingly tight jeans that showed off your curves perfectly, and you knew he loved them. Paired with a plunging neckline blouse, diamond jewelry, and little makeup, you looked like a goddess. Aurora could hide in the septic tank with her elegant, short dress.
You smirked at Aurora, sitting down between Lucien and Tristan, across from your husband. And that, too, was a deliberate ploy. You were out of reach of his hands to tease him with your beauty even more, regaling those idiots by your side with your heavenly presence. Klaus will make sure you pay for your little feat tonight.
He shot you a warning look as he noticed Lucien inching slightly closer to you, but you ignored him completely, smiling at some comment from the younger vampire.
Oh, yes, you will definitely be punished.
"Something wrong, sweetheart?" you asked him, knowing full well where his thoughts wandered.
"No. You're messing up the world order by fawning over this scoundrel instead of sitting next to me."
"Perfectly fine, love. Just admiring your beauty tonight."
"Only mine?" you asked, casually swirling her glass of wine and glancing meaningfully at Aurora, who tensed slightly under your gaze. You smiled meanly, ignoring Elijah's staring at you with irritation.
After failing to get anything meaningful out of Lucien (Klaus wouldn't let you get close enough to use his tricks), Elijah figured Aurora's weakness for Klaus could be exploited. But this time he didn't anticipate that you'd pick up on your husband's jealous behavior.
And you were much worse than the mighty hybrid.
"You know you're the only one I belong to, love." Klaus finally answered, shocking the younger vampires. They had never witnessed the world's deadliest vampire softly professing his love and devotion to you. You smiled sweetly at him, offering him your hand, which he kissed without hesitation. You shot a malicious, defiant look at Aurora.
They thought he had you wrapped around his finger, but it turns out to be quite the opposite...
Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me
"Cheer up, she's just talking to him and not even of her own free will, Nik." you heard Kol calming down your husband when you tried to get information from Lucien.
For some reason, a vampire who has been impersonating your husband over the years has fallen for your extraordinary beauty and become infatuated with you.
Elijah decided to try again and use this to your advantage, much to Klaus' displeasure and fury. This time, Elijah put his other younger brother on guard. Honestly, it was fun to watch Kol occasionally hold Klaus by his henley to keep him from running towards you.
But of the two evils, Kol preferred to fight Klaus' jealousy over yours. You have proven more than once that you are a more dangerous opponent than his already bloodthirsty brother.
"Are you alright, darling?" Lucien pulled you out of your thoughts as he looked at you with concern.
"Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hope's been getting on my nerves lately. She's so little, and she already has her dad's temper."
"A beautiful and caring woman like you deserves one night off." he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and placing a flower there in the process. You had to admit that it was a very sweet gesture. You blushed involuntarily, smiling shyly at the vampire. "Will you do me the honor?" he asked, extending his hand towards you. You really didn't want to flirt with him, but Elijah didn't give you much of a way out. You hoped Klaus knew that. But from the burning look you could feel in the back of your head as Lucien led you to the dance floor, you knew you were bound to have a fit of jealousy at home.
You just hoped no one would die until you were alone in the same room with your husband to ease his jealousy.
You glanced out of the corner of your eye at Kol and Klaus' hideout. You almost burst out laughing as you saw the two brothers jostling with each other as Kol was trying hard to hold Klaus by his henley.
"Bloody hell, calm down before I put a dog muzzle around your neck!" Kol hissed at him, deftly dodging Klaus' fangs as he tried to inject him with his werewolf venom.
Fortunately, Freya came and took control of them, thanks to which the rest of the night went without incident (except that Klaus barged in at the end of the party and, together with Kol, pretending to be drunk, laughed at their ball. The divas, as always, had to show up.)
You thought everything would be fine, but on the way back, Nik didn't say a word to you, only holding your hand in an iron grip as he put up with Kol's story about what a "jealous and rabid dog" he had been throughout the whole ball.
The son of a bitch only made him angrier and escaping to Davina at the first possible opportunity after you were parked under abattoir.
The rest of the siblings got out of the car quickly, leaving you and Klaus alone. You had to defuse the ticking time bomb that was your husband before it was too late, and also on your own.
"Nik..." you began in a sweet tone, but the man didn't even look up from your joined hands as he played with your wedding ring on your finger. "Nik, listen…"
"Do you regret your decision?"he blurted out, not letting you finish your sentence.
"What?" you asked, shocked about his unexpected, serious question.
You turned to him so you could get a better look at him. He was staring at your hands nervously. You could feel his grip tightening with every second of the tense silence between you two.
"Do you regret marrying me?" he asked in a trembling, rueful voice.
"Oh, Niklaus... my best friend, my king, my soulmate. How could I ever regret marrying my first, true, epic love?" you took his cheeks in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. "I love you. All of you. In your good and bad days, and nothing can change that. None knows me as well as you do. Nobody is even close to making me feel the way you have been making me feel for these last thousand years. You are my peace, my home, my security, my heart, and my everything. There could be a billion people asking for my hand, and I'll choose you again, and again, and again. You, our sweet Hope, and your siblings are the only ones I care about in this bloody world. I'm yours, Niklaus, and I'm not going anywhere in the following eternity."
"Good." he murmured, barely holding back tears, and pulled you into a needy kiss.
You grabbed his shoulders and straddled him, knowing full well that, after moments of uncertainty like this, he needed your tender, firm touch.
And with the uncles and aunts watching over your daughter, you were more than willing to take care of your insecure husband.
The next day you woke up alone in your bed, but in a room filled with various beautiful flowers… none of them were like the one Lucien had given you and Klaus had burned.
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na
You lay in bed together, sleeping off the long weeks of fighting the de Martels and Lucien. You finally killed them, returning to that blissful, peaceful state. AND! Hope has gained a new Uncle Finn and Grandpa Ansel. And it looked like Aunt Davina would join your happy, crazy, Mikaelosn's bunch, thanks to Kol. Klaus allowed them to look after the baby under the watchful eye of Rebekah and Freya.
It'll probably be years before he trusts them enough to leave them alone with Hope, but that's just how your husband was.
Always a protector, a warrior, repelling any evil that could reach his loved ones.
"Stop thinking. Go back to sleep." he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
Lately, he has had a strange urge to stay very close to you. Maybe it's because spring is coming? You didn't want to ask him about his wolf side yet. He was fairly new to it and... shy. You were glad that now Ansel would be able to help him understand his other half.
"I thought we established a long time ago that I disobey your orders." you started to comb his hair, smiling as you heard him purr softly. He deserved to rest after bravely defending your family. You didn't know how much time you had left until another bomb exploded in your face.
"You could at least pretend to be a little obedient to your husband." he huffed, his eyes still closed.
"Me? Obedient? I thought you knew what you were taking, Mikaelson. Now, it's too late for any returns." you snorted, amused. Klaus graciously opened one eye, staring at you adoringly.
"I did. You're mine forever." he replied seriously, making your cheeks flush furiously and your heart speed up.
"Good." you whispered, placing a tender, short kiss on his lips.
"Good." he replied, cupping your cheeks and kissing you "properly" stealing your breath away. You enjoyed a moment to yourselves, touching each other tenderly, grounding in the familiar feeling of another's lips.
You two needed it after weeks of jealousy and uncertainty on both sides. Reminders that nothing and no one can take each other away. You belonged to him as much as he belonged to you. Soul and body.
You still were kissing as Klaus slid his hand down your neck, breasts, and belly and started to lift your shirt, making you shiver every time your bare skin made brief contact with his fingertips.
Suddenly, Hope's cry came from downstairs, effectively breaking the moment between the two of you. Klaus groaned, resting his forehead against yours.
"Your daughter is calling us."
"And since when is she just my daughter?"
"Since she's been demanding our attention purely because of her current mood. You spoiled her, Nik, and she's not even 4."
"I know another woman I've spoiled, and she's not complaining about it at all. Maybe that's not a bad thing."
"Just bring her here. I need her too." you backed out, knowing full well you couldn't win this fight. Thousands of dresses, jewelry, and your portraits painted by Klaus spoke clearly against you. Hope may have been spoiled by her dad, but over the past thousand years (and probably many more to come), your husband has made sure you get everything you want. Even a fucking star in the sky.
"As you wish, love." he murmured, kissing your forehead before going to fetch your daughter.
She knows, she knows that I never let her down before She know, she knows that I'm never gonna let take another take her love from me
Klaus couldn't let his guard down. You just had to attract everyone with your beauty. Even the Salvatore brothers. He wasn't worried about Damon. He was too smitten with Elena to even think about making a move to get your affection. But Stefan… the golden, Salvatore hero—who had some dark points in common with him but was definitely a better choice than him. Bloody hell, he would want him too, if he had to choose between himself and him. So he has to work really hard to prove to you that he may be better than Stefan.
It didn't help that the younger vampire was stealing you in front of him and dancing with you most of the time at his mother's ball.
Not also the fact that you were willing to let him lead you after Klaus argued with you about Esther's intentions. You sensed something wrong with her aura, but Klaus believed (or wanted to believe) that his mother meant well. That, like him, she wanted to reunite the family.
You guys argued pretty hard about it. And now you were dancing in the arms of his enemy, honoring him with your beauty, smile and attention.
The worst part of it all was that you didn't send him a single malicious smirk. You didn't tease him like you usually did after your fights. You didn't even notice him as he watched you doggedly, tipping another glass of champagne. His name probably never crossed your mind this evening.
He played with the wedding ring on his finger, watching carefully as Salavtore flirted with you in front of him. He promised himself that this time he wouldn't give in to his jealousy. He won't play by the rules of your game, and he won't play the jealous husband. You will come to him yourself and apologize to him.
At least that was the plan until he saw you take your wedding ring off.
This was too fucking much for him.
He set his glass down on the table and with a quick, slightly unsteady step, walked over to the two of you and twisted Stefan's arm, the exact one he had dared to touch your bare shoulder.
Salvatore groaned, drawing the attention of those around you. But you stood firm as you watched your husband break at least two of his bones. He released Stefan in disgust and grabbed your hand, dragging you through the crowd of onlookers to his studio - the only place where no one would dare disturb you.
"What the hell was that?!" he shouted, slamming the door behind the two of you in anger.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, sweetheart."
"For your own good, don't make me more mad than I already am, love."
"And you, for your own good, remember that I AM NOT the meek wife you can order around! I'm the hybrid, like you, an original. You have no power over me, wolfie, no one has."
"Are you sure, love?" he growled throatily, taking a big step towards her. You backed up until you hit the wall behind you. Klaus walked over to you, your chests rubbing against each other with every breath you took.
He suddenly kissed you aggressively, taking out all his anger and insecurity on you as he bit into your enticing mouth and began sucking the slowly oozing blood. He groaned at the sweet, addictive taste on his tongue.
With one hand, he untangles your complicated hairstyle and wraps your hair around his hand, tilting your head back. While he was busy fucking your neck with kisses, you took advantage of his distraction, digging your nails into his arms, taking revenge for biting your lip. He hissed, annoyed at your bratty attitude, and pressed his lips to yours again. Once he had distracted you, he gave away two of your dresses and slapped you hard on the ass. You moaned into the kiss, rubbing against him, making him even crazier with desire. He had to control himself before you went too far for him to carry out his plan.
"Such a willing… so needy whore for me." you moaned as he brushed against your core, still teasing you, his fangs on your neck as he bit your skin gently. "What a pity I only fuck with my wife." he growled, pushing away from you and heading towards the exit.
"Niklaus!" you gasped in anger as his body heat left you.
"Put your wedding ring back on, and maybe I will help you with your... little problem." he threw over his shoulder, ignoring your shouts of protest and threats.
He didn't even get his hand on the doorknob when you pinned him to the door, kissing him passionately. He grinned, throwing you onto the piano in the corner as he caught a glimpse of the familiar black gold on your finger out of the corner of his eye. Where the fuck should always be. He leaned over you, grabbing your chin hard to make you look into his eyes. Need and lust shone in your irises, making him harder than ever.
"You're mine. I am the only bloody man who'll ever hear your sweet moaning in pleasure like a whore. Nobody can take you away from me. Don't ever dare to think you can have any lover but me."
"Then stop talking and prove it."
"With a fucking pleasure, love." he growled, kissing you hungrily as he tore your dress in half.
Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me
Hayley and Jackson's son stayed over at Hope's, and Klaus was more terrified than when he had fought his father. His little girl was playing with some kid. What if he started flirting with her? He had read somewhere that kids that age often find "boyfriends and girlfriends" and call every other person they are friends with that. He wasn't ready to hear from his little daughter that she had a boyfriend.
So ever since Hayley brought him in, he'd been giving the boy a stern look, much to his wife's annoyance. Klaus' reluctance gradually began to turn into indifference when, after hours of time Hope spent with her friend, he did not notice anything suspicious. They'd lasted all day, and there was no indication that the kid would have to be wiped off the face of the earth (or at least taken back to his parents immediately).
But then came breakfast. And Klaus noticed that this kid was staring at you in adoration. And he didn't like it at all.
He was not at all prepared for the insult, the insult directed at him, which the child said after you helped him cut his food.
"You are beautiful and kind as an angel. When I grow up, I will be your husband." Klaus spat out his cup of tea, choking as you tried not to burst out laughing at the 6-year-old's comment and Nik' reaction.
"Honey... but I already have a husband. He'll be very sad if I find another." Hayley called her son, who said goodbye to you and ran to hug Hope before mom took him away. You looked at your stunned husband with amusement. "Well… at least you don't have to worry about him flirting with Hope."
"This kid won't be stepping over the threshold of this house again." he growled, leaving the room to make sure the little one was out for good.
"Niklaus! It is just a child!" you shouted after him, laughing at his jealousy as you ran to make sure he didn't intimidate the poor boy.
Everybody want to steal my girl Everybody want to take her heart away Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one cause she belongs to me
It's been quite a few years since Klaus' last fit of jealousy. After the (victory) fight against Inadu, you were finally able to enjoy a moment of normality.
You had lunch at some diner in Mystic Falls; you visited Hope at her school, and somehow it happened that a group of her colleagues accosted her. She introduced you, you chatted with them for a while, and everything was supposed to be a normal dinner with your daughter and her friends, until one of them... crossed the line.
"Now we know from whom Hope inherited such loveliness. You are very beautiful, Mrs. Mikaelson."
You quickly grabbed Klaus' hand across the table, politely thanking the boy. Hope, seeing what was going on, escorted her friends away and left you alone for a moment.
"Niklaus, he's just a teenager."
"Uhm." he muttered absently, staring with daggers at the departing boy.
"He could be our son, for God's sake!"
"Most people on this planet could be our children, but that doesn't stop them from flirting with my wife." you rolled your eyes, smiling with amusement as he growled at the boy staring at you when Hope was explaining something to him. The poor guy looked away in panic and ran away as fast as he could.
You were going to scold your husband for scaring your daughter's friends, but you decided to leave it to Hope. The smart girl knew how to talk to her father better than you. Maybe she'd finally knock those stupid fits of jealousy out of his head, with which you've been struggling for 1,000 years.
"Your pregnant wife, I would like to point out. And we're not going anywhere. Certainly not with a teenager." you said, grabbing his chin and pulling him to you so you could kiss him. Klaus grunted, pleased with the feeling of your lips on his, and automatically placed his hand on your yet-unseen belly, smirking as he felt the pulse of the youngest member of the Mikaelson family growing inside you.
"I'm back!" Hope screamed, stepping behind you with a nervous smile. You raised an eyebrow, while looking at your daughter. Oh, no. You knew that look in her eyes. Klaus had the same gaze as he was about to do... something in Mikaelson's style. "Taking the opportunity... I mean, now that you're reassuring dad. Mom, Dad, I have a boyfriend. His name is Landon, and he's coming to the family dinner on Friday for all of you to meet him. So, bye! I'm going back to school. I love you both!" she said, kissing you both on the cheeks and leaving you both stunned. You burst out laughing at Klaus' shocked, defeated expression.
"Nik? Are you okay?" you asked, still laughing. Your husband's patience really was tested today.
"I told you we should stay in bed today. I knew something bad was about to happen." he growled, giving you a menacing look as you still couldn't stop laughing. You kissed the corner of his lips, a huge smirk still on your face. Klaus rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smirk any longer while he was looking at you. The power you hold over him... one your smile was easily changing his mood. Even in situations like this.
"Don't be such dramatic. It's probably better that Hope is dating teens than me, right?"
"Stop it, love." he growled, putting the money on the table. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar.
"Stop what?" you asked, pretending to be innocent as you strolled towards your car.
"Teasing me."
"But it's my favorite part of the day… and we all know you enjoy every ounce of my undivided attention." you replied, stopping both of you in front of the car and putting your hands on his shoulders. You stared at him with a mischievous smirk, playing with his hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he leaned against your car.
"You know you're ruining my carefully crafted reputation as the greatest evil in the world?"
"I'm not too concerned about this… how about you?"
His only response was a light chuckle before he kissed you with all his love for you. You smiled, cupping his cheeks and pulling him as close to you as possible. You both loved those moments of peace between the two of you. No witches, vampires, or werewolves wanting your death. Just the two of you in each other's arms, too busy with each other to care about anything else.
"Let's go home, love. Before that bunch of Salvatores come down here with white oak stakes." he hummed tenderly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
He could stare at your beautiful face for hours. Even if it meant dealing with the people who wanted to steal his goddess first. It was worth every effort to hold you in his arms again.
"I don't think we're on the top criminals list anymore. Stefan was recently joking that you had retired. And before you get a seizure in the middle of town, let me say that I didn't talk to him. Hope is friends with Delena's daughter. She might have overheard something."
"The gods must have punished me in some way for my many antics, so they sent me a wife to teach my daughter how to get on my nerves without even trying."
"Oh sweetheart. I love you too." you laughed as you both got into the car to go home.
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Oh yeah Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na Alright Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na She belongs to me
You were sitting in a rocking chair, holding your newborn son in your arms. The baby finally fell asleep peacefully, and you were afraid to make any move after hours of putting him to sleep. It looks like you'll have to sleep in this chair tonight.
"Rescue you, love?" Klaus' soft whisper tore your gaze from Henric Nikolas Mikaelson.
"I'd love to, but I'm afraid he'll wake up the moment he leaves my arms." Klaus slowly walked over to you, kneeling in front of you and gazing tenderly at the baby you held. "I guess you're going to have to come to terms with the fact that you're going to have to share me with someone else." the man rolled his eyes at the comment about his jealousy. He shifted his gaze to you and gently grabbed your hand, being careful not to let any sudden movement wake his son.
"I'll live with it as long as our kids are the only ones taking you from me."
"You are a very gracious, all-powerful hybrid." he chuckled, making a tired but genuine smile appear on your face. "Save yourself while you still can. I don't think I'm going back to bed tonight." you murmured, looking at the little usurper in your arms.
"Nonsense, you are going with me.." he lifted you from your chair with your soft, startled squeal and held you in his arms, careful not to wake your son. He carried you to the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He lay on his side, propping his head up with his hand, and stared at the two of you, spellbound. "You can sleep. I'll keep an eye on you two."
"Remember that your siblings and dad are coming tomorrow. Kol and Davina pick up Hope. And please, for God's sake, don't argue with Kol again about him being Henric's godfather, because we both know you don't want anyone else to take his place."
"Well, we always have Marcel and, God forbid, Finn. Besides, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't torment him every chance I got?" you rolled your eyes, pressing your son to your chest, and used your free hand to grab your husband's hand.
"I just hope you didn't teach our daughter that."
"I'd be surprised if she didn't pick up on our habits herself." he murmured, kissing your hand and watching you fall into a peaceful sleep while holding your son and his hand. Your rings shone in the moonlight on your joined hands.
Yes... you were definitely belongs only to him.
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New Chapter for TGW: My Time Comes
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Elijah is left with a difficult decision while Freya and Finn discover the true threat of the prophecy.
New chapter is up on Wattpad and AO3!
Story Details:
The Great War
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
Humans reveled in the idea of immortality, but those who possessed it were all too aware of the horrors it brought with it. Throughout his long life, Elijah Mikaelson had lost countless people he cared about and at some point, he just stopped caring about anyone outside of his family. So when his brother betrayed him, he was left utterly alone. That is until his best friend returned.
Elijah Mikaelson-centric
Begins in TO season 3
(Warnings -- Mature themes and violence) Started: February 1, 2023
tvdu fanfiction Elijah Mikaelson & fem OC; Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall background klamille, marbekah, klovina, freelin
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~Your local egg carton~
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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?
hi :) my name is Lissa, I'm brand new to this platform (I know that's kind of crazy in 2023).
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~
If you have any questions or requests feel free to ask! (or if you just want to say hi!)
PS: if you know any good Elijah blogs please tag me ;) I'm looking to befriend some fellow girlies 🥰 xo-Lissa
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Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Original Female Character
Rating: Mature (18+ Only)
Story Summary: It's been ten years since Lucie LeMarche last set foot in New Orleans. But when she's forced to return to bury the woman who raised her, she finds herself pulled into the midst of rising supernatural tensions in the city. Entangled in a web of intrigue and seeking answers, Lucie must learn to navigate a powder keg of warring factions, family secrets, and old wounds if she hopes to survive.
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Language, Death, Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Family Drama, Gore, Depictions of Violence, Death
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Chapter 8: Sharing Secrets
The first thing Lucie does the day after the funeral is set wards about the perimeter of the property. In all honesty, she should have done it sooner. The strength of the protection spells that had been in steady decline for years vanished with Violette’s consecration.
Blessing each corner of the property with a representation of the four elements is a simple process. For a normal witch, it would take only a few minutes. But forced to take breaks to recharge, it takes Lucie well over an hour. 
By mid-morning, it’s done. The result is a warm, unobtrusive magical presence, only noticeable to someone looking for it. It isn’t strong to fight off a large magical interference, but enough for some peace of mind. 
With the wards taken care of, she turns her attention to the house. She passes through the wreckage of Violette’s garden on the way in. There’s no doubt it needs the most attention and she has time to give it, but something stops her. A mental block that makes the task seem impossible. The image of her hands in the soil seems like an act of sacrilege. 
 The sleet storm is gone and the forecast shows nothing but sun, she draws all the curtains wide. And after some trouble with the ancient panes, the windows follow. 
The house exhales. Fresh air transforms the space, chasing out some of the stale feeling. Lucie latches onto the distraction, arming herself with an array of cleaning products to dislodge the rest of the dust. Anything to give an ounce of release to the pressure that’s been building in her chest since she found out about Violette’s murder. 
She tries her best to curb the darkest of thoughts; flashes of her great-aunt’s last moments and ways she might make them suffer. No amount of revenge can bring back that dead, she knows that. But the fact remains that someone needs to be held to account, and she won’t rest until she sees it done. 
In the meantime, it feels good to use her hands. To employ the muscles in her arms to scrub and consign her knees to the hardwood. There’s no thinking, no space left to fret and plan — the tasks consume all her focus. 
She’s so preoccupied that first day, she barely thinks of Elijah and only for a moment between face-planting into bed and falling asleep. He trickles into her thoughts the next morning along with a vague memory that he said he would be in immediate contact. There’s been no word, she double-checks her inbox to make sure. It strikes her as a little odd, Elijah had seemed the meticulous type. However, the silence is easy enough to ignore. 
When two more days pass with no contact and doubt creeps in, she texts him. Once with a short ‘hey’ and then later to ask for any new developments. She doesn’t receive an answer —not for the texts, or any subsequent messages, or the voicemail left in his inbox. 
A week slips by, and then another, before worry yields to anger. She tries to keep herself busy with the mundane. Sifting through the clutter, buying groceries, and settling affairs with the estate lawyer. All the while, she plays their last conversation on repeat, examining it from every angle in search of any clues where it had all gone wrong or what might have held him up. Beyond the uncomfortable vulnerability she’d displayed, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. 
She curses her naivety. Everything about his behavior had been underscored with a steady sincerity. It never even occurred to her he might string her along. 
Had she been so desperate to trust, so blinded by grief and fear that she’d failed to pick up on deception?
She wants to deny it, but the signs are there. After all, he had given her no real promise beyond vague overtures of protection. He had left her with no details and no recourse. Despite that, she had given him all the information he wanted with no leverage to ensure he held up his end. 
Why— because she was vulnerable and he had shown her an ounce of kindness? 
That was all it had taken to draw her in. And now armed with information, Elijah is nowhere to be seen. His absence is damning and only confirms her blossoming suspicion: there had been no intent to keep his promise, no honor in his word — he’d sniffed out weakness and used her to his advantage.  
It fits neatly with everything she knows of vampires. She had not been the first witch to be charmed into their games, but she should have known better. As much as it smarts, she supposes it could be far worse. She remembers a story Arabella had told her a few years ago, listening with her cheek resting against the receiver while she washed the dishes. Some well-to-do doctor from the Bywater coven —or maybe he was a lawyer?— had taken his son and left their home in New Orleans to do the bidding of some vampire in the middle of nowhere Virginia. No one had heard from him after that. Tragic, but unsurprising, not with vampires involved. 
Wounded pride aside, Elijah’s abandonment throws a wrench in her plans, all of which had centered around him and his resources. Now she’s left to scramble and cobble together a new plan of attack. 
She’s in the kitchen, a bushel of carrots taking the brunt of her frustration. Her fingers wrap around the end of the knife, slicing the vegetables into quarter-sized slivers—
Something flashes in her periphery. The knife handle freezes in her palm, tip poking into the cutting board. A shadow sweeps past the glass-paned down that leads out into the backyard. Her first thought is an intruder. But it shouldn’t be possible for anyone to get this close, the wards would have alerted her. 
Silver glints under the overhead lights, her grip tightening on the knife. It hangs at her side, at the ready, as she crosses to the backdoor. Gauzy white curtains cover the glass panels. Meant for privacy, they’re now an obstruction. She can’t peek out, not without being seen. 
The setting sun filters orange light through the curtains, it warms her skin even as her blood runs cold. A silhouette blocks out the light, the undeniable cut out of a human figure. The featureless mass of gray wavers behind the fabric. It's tall and lean, with long arms hanging at its sides. A man?
The sensible thing now would be to turn tail and run out the front door to call the police. But something gives her pause. A small flicker at first, a faint pulse of energy coming from the other side of the door. It grows in strength until she can feel the shimmery tendrils of its presence reaching out to her. And —
Something in her stirs in response. Like the presence on the other side of the door is reaching out to her and a piece of her reaches back in recognition. 
A new emotion flares in her, the fear abating in favor of something that feels a lot like hope — unreasonable and potent. 
“Peter?” she whispers, voice thin. She doesn’t know what makes her say it, knows it’s impossible. The knife clatters forgotten to the floor as she frees her hand to wrench the doorknob—
The door swings open to reveal the shady tranquility of the back porch, a bird skittering away in a flutter of wings at the sudden disruption. But there’s nothing that matches the silhouette, no older brother with warm, coffee-colored eyes greets her. 
She peeks around the doorframe, just to be sure. The backyard is well and truly empty. The skin on the back of her arm prickles, tears threatening the corner of her eyes. She hovers for a few more seconds and then shuts the door behind her. She bolts the lock, retrieves the knife with shaking hands, and wonders what just happened. 
There isn’t long to reflect. Her phone chimes, a single buzz that vibrates against the counter. Wiping at her eyes, she retrieves it to find a new message. 
From Elijah. 
She hesitates and then opens it. 
There are no apologies, no explanations, just a time and place to meet. 
Lucie wants to tell him ‘no’ —or more accurately to go fuck himself.
But the fact remains that she still needs him if she hopes to find justice. And maybe, just maybe, he had a good reason for his silence. She sighs and agrees to meet. 
____
She waits longer than she should at Rousseau’s. The first fifteen minutes come and go in a noisy blur.
It’s Friday night, and every bar and restaurant in the French Quarter is packed to bursting, this one is no exception.  It’s a minor miracle she finds a place at the bar. Cami pops by with flushed cheeks and sweat glistening on her brow and it’s no wonder. Between the body heat and the humidity wafting off the Gulf, it’s becoming closer to a sauna by the minute. 
But the lovely bartender gives her a smile and a question about what happened to her trip back to New Mexico. Lucie gives her a condensed and heavily sanitized version of events. Cami listens sympathetically, giving her hand a quick squeeze. Lucie waves her off, promising to hash it all out with her when things calm down. 
Sophie Deveraux is on shift too, slinging shots and taking orders at the opposite end of the bar. Lucie watches her slide three glasses down the bar in rapid-fire succession to a chorus of cheers. Their eyes meet, just for a second. Lucie scans her face, trying to determine where they stand, but Sophie’s dark eyes are unreadable. There had been no animosity from the other witch. Still, she watches to make sure Cami is the one who pours her drink.
All the while, she tries to shake off the vestiges of her early lapse. She finds it hard not to wonder if repression is making her go batty. 
It’s been a while since she’s allowed herself to think of her brother. Even now, the grief is too sharp, the guilt too overwhelming. She tiptoes around it, like a beast she’s afraid of waking. Most nights, it’s easy to find distraction and it stays dormant. On others, it creeps in close, breathing down her neck. Those nights, nothing short of oblivion will make it leave. And even then, when the bottles are empty and the room is dark, she dreams of smoke, feels the heat of flames on the back of her neck—
The beer is cold on her lips. She only manages a single sip before a force bumps her shoulder, foam sloshing over the rim of her glass and onto the bartop. A body wedges between her and the nearest patron, squeezing in to order a drink. She holds the glass steady to salvage the rest. 
Lucie huffs in annoyance, turning to get a good look at whatever douchebag is next to her. It’s too tight to do more than angle her knees towards him and crane her neck. She catches his profile. His short hair is light with little coils that escape the confines of their styling and rest against his forehead. Her eyes ghost the lines of a square jaw, full lips, an upturned nose. He smiles broadly as Cami comes to take his order. 
It’s much too loud to hear what they’re saying, but she doesn’t miss the way his hand brushes over her fingers, or the way Cami's cheeks turn pink. They know each other. 
She spares the scene a handful of seconds, long enough to determine that he’s not harassing the bartender before her attention drifts back over the crowded room, eyes hovering near the door. If she hopes to catch the familiar glimpse of a suit, she’s destined for disappointment. A sea of bodies of every shape and size stretches between her and the entrance, but Elijah is not among them. 
“This seat taken?” 
Her eyes linger on the door, then she turns to the accented voice at her shoulder. Done with flirting with Cami, the man is closer than she expects, drink in hand as he peers down at her with bright eyes. Recognition stirs in the back of her head. His features are familiar, but difficult to place. 
“It’s all yours.” She shakes her head, checking her phone out of habit. “I’m waiting on someone, but he’s late.”
Five more minutes. That’s all you get, Elijah.
He sinks into the empty stool to her left, sipping amber liquid from a tumbler. 
“First date?” he asks, blue eyes fixed on her with a strange intensity. 
Making small talk with strange men in bars isn’t her favorite pastime, but with Cami occupied and Elijah nowhere to be seen,  she’s short on things to do. 
“Not quite,” she says, tentative. After all, how does one define an ancient vampire they’ve struck a deal with? 
An acquaintance? A business partner? A big fucking mistake — “Just waiting for a friend.”
The man considers, leaning his weight into the elbow he has perched on the bar. “Seems this friend of yours has kept you waiting for a while.”
She snorts in agreement. The words are innocuous enough, their delivery hitting the right notes of polite sympathy. But something about the way it hits her ears feels odd like he’s hinting at a double meaning that she can’t figure out. It sets her teeth on edge. She takes it as a sign to go. 
“Yeah. I guess it’s time to cut my losses.” She drops a few crisp bills on the table, enough for her beer and the tip. 
Lucie doesn’t check to see if the man has heard her, doesn’t give any goodbye as she presses through the wall of bodies and makes her way to the door. 
She doesn’t look back once as she steps out into the crisp night air, but maybe if she did, she would have noticed the man trailing after her. 
____
It takes her fifteen minutes and five city blocks before she realizes she’s being followed. 
At first, it’s just a sensation. Like eyes on the back of her neck or movement out of the corner of her eyes, easy enough to chalk up to paranoia. After all, she hasn’t exactly had the best of luck alone in this city. 
Her car is parked in a lot only a few streets down. But instead of taking the straight path of sidewalks and streetlights there, she detours for reasons even she can’t parse. All she knows is that making a beeline there seems like the last thing she should do. So she turns, navigating her way through the crowds. Street bands and the pulsing bass of a nearby nightclub are the soundtrack to her journey. 
General unease abates, transforming into something more urgent. With each stretch of concrete she puts behind her, it grows. Until the paranoia is great she knows it can’t be unfounded. She keeps a sharp eye on her surroundings from here on out. She can’t identify the man. It’s too dark and he is far too careful to veer into her direct sight. All she gets are glimpses of a wiry frame, a dark figure in her peripheral, and the overwhelming aura of menace that seems to roll off of him.
She makes another sharp turn, trading in the heavy foot traffic of the more popular blocks for the quiet of St. Ann Street. It’s trading safety in numbers for an increased vulnerability, this part of the corner is empty save the odd resident or drunken straggler. But the desolation will give her a chance to see if this man is still following her.
As the cacophony fades behind her, she fishes her phone out of her jacket pocket and opens the camera app with clumsy fingers. It takes a few attempts, especially while walking, but she angles the screen in a way that allows her to monitor what’s going on behind her. She sees nothing but parked cars and gas lamps.
The old abandoned church rises on her left, a conglomeration of peeling paint, cracked shutters, and weeds allowed to run wild. It’s a far cry from the dominating presence, the steepled magnificence of St. Louis’ Cathedral, but the unassuming little church has its own sort of beauty. Lucie’s always thought so. The cathedral may be the crowning gem of the French Quarter, but St. Anne’s is the heart. Or at least, it had been. Until tragedy and superstition had driven the populace away, the church fell into a state of neglect. She remembers the week it had happened, reading about it in a news article on her phone. An altar boy who had slaughtered all his comrades for no particular reason. One of those unexplained atrocities of human behavior.
Still, she thinks about ducking in, taking her chances with unmaintained infrastructure and rats for a safe place to hide. Then, she notices a light on, a faint glow through the slatted shutters of the upper story. She’s never been a believer, doubts that she would find any special type of protection within and something tells her that the danger she’s facing doesn’t respect the rights of sanctuary, besides. The alley beside the church is a better choice by a slim margin. It’s where stops to catch her breath and gather her wits.
Then the phone rings. She looks down, blinking at the familiar name. His timing is always uncanny. 
“Elijah,” she answers on the first ring, breathless despite her best efforts at calm. She could sob from relief, but she holds it together and waits for the reassurance of his calm timbre. 
It's fleeting.
“Well, hello there,” says a voice that is distinctly not Elijah. 
She flounders, double-checking the name on the screen. It’s the right information, but she says, “Oh…sorry. I think this is the wrong number.” 
“I wouldn’t be so sure of it.” The man on the other end says, from the speaker and somewhere to her right simultaneously. 
Her sight falls to the opening of the alley where a man is standing. Black boots, crisp jeans, and a wolfish grin — she recognizes him and not just from the bar. 
Bewildered, her brain struggles to catch up with everything her eyes are seeing. The man from the bar — and her first day in town. Her phone is limp in her hand. Elijah’s cell is clasped in this stranger’s raised hand as the seconds of the active call tick by. 
All at once, it catches up to her — the realization that she’s been ensnared in a trap. 
His lips curl into a smile. “Hello again, love.”
They stare at each other, neither moving. His blue eyes scan black in the dark, sparkling with amusement. 
Then, he advances and she retreats, matching him step for step until brick bites into her lower back and there’s nowhere left to go. 
“My brother really should be more careful with his things.” He holds up Elijah’s cell phone as if to punctuate his point.
Brother. 
And suddenly there isn’t a single doubt about the man’s identity. 
“Klaus.”
“In the flesh.” The Original Hybrid bears down on her, exuding menace. “Now, tell me what you’ve been plotting with Elijah and I’ll make sure your death is quick.” 
The bored tone contrasts the intensity in his stare. He boxes her in with proximity alone but stops short of making physical contact. 
“Where is he?” she asks when she finds her voice and braces, afraid of the answer. 
“Gone.”
"Gone?" It’s nothing she hasn’t considered a thousand times by now, but the confirmation is a gut punch. “Where?”
“Who knows? Michigan, London, Tasmania — he could be a thousand miles away by now.”
It rings false. But even a man as wretched as the Original Hybrid wouldn’t harm his own brother — would he? 
There’s no sure answer, all she knows is that she’s no blood relative and he wants her dead. She pushes concern for Elijah out of her head and worries about herself. 
She keeps her expression blank even as her fingers inch their way toward the closest part of him she can reach — his wrist. She doesn’t stop until her fingertips ghost his skin. 
Heat flows from the connecting point, the smell bringing her back to the night by the riverfront. Except there’s no Elijah to intervene and Klaus is much, much faster. 
He cries out. She breaks free but only manages a single step before she collides with his arm, the unexpected barrier knocking the wind out of her. 
She watches the flesh of his forearm knit together, purple burns fading to pink scarring and then disappearing altogether. 
His hands grasp her shoulders, but there’s no vengeance on his face when she dares to look. He’s not angry. He doesn’t slam her back against the wall. Confusion, then calculation is all she finds as he comes to some kind of revelation. He’s staring at her with fresh eyes. 
Then, he laughs. “Well, well. Aren’t you full of surprises?”
She doesn’t like the way he’s looking at her like she’s a cupcake in a bakery window, ripe for the taking. 
“Hey!” A new voice cries out, bouncing off the bricks from the street. 
Both their heads swivel towards the interruption. At the end of the alleyway is a man. It’s dark, but he stands underneath the streetlight. Lucie can make out the lines on his face beneath a dark blue cap, a glimpse of flushed cheeks, and stubble on his youthful face. His expression is serious, eyes furrowed in concern. 
“Everything alright down there?” he calls out. 
It’s when he takes a step forward, ready to intervene that Lucie notices the slight sway in his gait. Drunk, but sharp enough to sense that something seedy was happening.
If only he knew. 
Klaus’ grip on her tightens, his eyes drifting away from the stranger and back to her face. Feeling the weight of his stare, she meets it. What she finds there gives her pause. A series of emotions pass as shadows over his handsome features. Then his eyes flash and the corner of his lips pick up into an easy half-smile. She isn’t sure what it means, only that it does nothing to set her at ease.
He pulls away, leaving her pressed against the wall as he turns towards the young man.
Realization dawns seconds too late. “No, wait—”
She hears bone break, watches his neck wrench to one side. He drops like a sack of potatoes as long fingers slip from his neck. Gravity takes care of the rest. 
She stuffs her sleeve into her mouth, not sure if she’s stifling a scream or the urge to be sick on the pavement. 
All the while, the man lays there in a tangle of limp limbs. She tries to avoid the unnatural angle of his neck, but even still she knows he’s dead. She’d known the second he’d been grabbed. She meets his eyes. Empty, still wide with shock. 
Klaus nudges him with the tip of his boots, inspecting the lifeless mass with a detached curiosity and Lucie recalls she’s not alone. The innocent man’s murder is here with her in the dark. 
Lucie feels numb, dazed, as she scrambles to find her feet. The sense of deja vu is overwhelming. She thinks of another night, another corpse staring up at her, and another Original vampire responsible. This encounter is so much the same but entirely different all at once. 
 “Stare all you’d like, love. It’s not going to unbreak his neck.”
“The neck you broke,” she replies softly, accusation slicing through the statement. 
“Tomato, Tomahto.” He shrugs, crossing to stand between her and the dead man. “Now why don’t we find somewhere to continue our conversation.”
He closes the gap to grab her wrist. Lucie balks. “You can’t just leave him here.”
The look on his face says that he very much can. He levels her with something dangerous but must find some reason in her words because he gives her a curt nod, something akin to resignation passing over his features.
The casual demeanor he employs rattles her as he leans over, rifling through the dead man’s pockets. He fishes out a wallet, flipping through the contents.
Lucie watches on.  
“There,” he says, discarding the man’s valuables into a storm drain with a flick of his wrist. “All the police will see is a mugging gone tragically wrong. Now, shall we?” 
He offers her his arm. There isn’t much of a choice. She takes it. 
They walk side by side, Lucie slowing her pace to match his leisurely stride. His arm drapes lazily around her shoulders. She shudders as the leather slithers across the back of her neck. The streets swell, getting fuller by the moment as more tourists and locals amass to blow off steam.
They blend in with the crowd, just another young couple joining the hedonism of Bourbon Street. Under neon signs boasting hurricanes and daiquiris, no one sees the way he grips her with iron fingers so she can’t run or the rigid tension in her spine as she navigates them closer to where her vehicle is parked —at his insistence. 
It’s a wonder she sees her at all— the old woman that’s set up shop —so to speak— on a crowded corner in front of a drug store. …At her right is a bucket, the white plastic kind that Lucie is sure you can only buy at hardware stores. But where the beaten-up bucket is lackluster, the contents make up for it. Flowers stretch up over the wide opening,  stalks of daisies and roses and carnations that she offers to people who pass her by with scarcely a second look. 
She can’t blame them. On a night like this, each corner in the French Quarter is occupied by buskers and vendors and street performers looking to line their pockets. Still, she feels a flicker of pity for the woman, stooped and tiny amongst the crowd. 
As if sensing her thoughts, the old woman catches her gaze, holding it even as Lucie internally begs her to let them pass. 
She doesn’t and shuffles in front of them instead. The sudden movement is missed even by Klaus, who has to stutter step to prevent a collision at the last moment. Lucie isn’t so lucky. Without the benefit of enhanced senses, she notices too late and clips his shoulder. It may as well be a brick wall. 
She feels more than hears his huff of annoyance and prays that this woman outlives her mistake. But the old woman doesn’t understand the danger. She pays Klaus no mind, cloudy eyes locked with unnerving focus on Lucie. 
Her hand slips between the colorful bouquets, expression thoughtful, and plucks a flower between her thumb and forefinger. Her knuckles are swollen from arthritis, the skin on the back of her hand speckled with sunspots as she offers it to Lucie. 
The begonia’s peachy petals are plump and bright, spiraling out from the center in a perfect pattern. 
When Lucie doesn’t react, she turns to Klaus. He pauses, it’s only for a fraction of a second. Then his head tips and his lips pull into what he must imagine is a winning smile. And maybe to an outsider, it is. But all Lucie sees is bared teeth and cold calculation. 
He plucks the bloom from the old woman’s fingers. And then he turns, offering Lucie the flower with an outstretched hand. 
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” the woman asks, her round face twisted in concern when Lucie doesn’t move, only stares at it like it might bite.
“Come now, dear,” Klaus drawls in a sickly sweet voice. “Don’t be rude.” Then, to the old woman, “She’s a tad shy.”
He smooths a hand over the crown of her head, using the motion to draw her close. A perfect tableau of tooth-rotting new love, even as his whispers so soft only Lucie can hear, “You’re making a scene. Now take the flower before I slaughter every person on this block, starting with the old woman.”
Then he pulls back, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Lucie reaches out and takes the flower. 
“Thank you,” she says softly. 
And Klaus grins. Like this is all a big game to him and she and the other inhabitants of Bourbon Street are all here as outlets for his amusement and his ire, each in turn. She can still see the man crumpled in the alleyway, neck broken, and supposes that it’s close to the truth. 
She doesn’t want the woman to die any more than she had wanted that man to pay the price for trying to come to her aid. The weight of hundreds of lives is heavy, a burden that she never expected to shoulder. 
But she’s seen what he’s capable of and knows it’s only the tiniest tip of the iceberg of his ability. All he’s asking for right now is compliance. 
She doesn’t need to look at Klaus to know there’s a self-satisfied smile on his face, but she offers him a glance and finds it anyway. 
His blue eyes are bright, a mask for the unchecked power churning within him. Her eyes lock on them, brow quirked, to deliver a silent message.
Are we done now?
The nod is minute, nearly imperceptible, but she sees it. He murmurs a polite goodbye to the woman, slips a few bills into her wrinkled hands, and ushers Lucie back along the route to her demise. 
She follows now, with no hesitation only racing thoughts. One thing is certain: this man is a ticking time bomb. The sooner she can get him off the crowded streets, the better. 
____
It’s jarring, bordering on ludicrous, watching Klaus steer her beat-up car around jaywalking pedestrians. He taps the brakes, the car idling as he waves on a group of people to cross.
“Where are we going?” It’s a simple question. Her posture is stiff as the indicator clicks. 
“You’ll see soon enough,” he drawls, urging the car through the light and around the bend. 
She says nothing, schooling her features to keep her expression impassive. The fingers on her right hand wrap themselves around the loop beneath the passenger door handle. Her left rests in her lap, plucking absently at frayed threads on her pants. 
This isn’t her first encounter with an Original, not even the first time she’s found one driving her to an undisclosed location. 
But it’s becoming clear Klaus is not his brother. Already, she can see a tendency to be led by his by emotions, erratic whereas Elijah is stoic and steady. Prone to solve problems with violence rather than diplomacy. 
Yet, not totally impulsive. Behind his eyes, there’s a burning intelligence — a trait very much shared with his brother. An alertness that hints at a shrewd, calculating mind behind the threats and power plays. 
It’s the most dangerous thing about him. 
In Klaus’ presence, it’s all too easy to see now how magnanimous Elijah had been with her, the patient forbearance he’d donned like armor in all their dealings. Offering choice —even the illusion of it— was a courtesy to a being that could reach out and take whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. 
Even now, abandoned with no Elijah to be seen, something tells her that if she had never reached out to him, never changed her mind, he would have respected her decision.
It doesn’t matter now, she thinks as the city lights grow sparser and sparser, replaced by thick foliage and weather-beaten road signs as New Orleans becomes a miniature in the side mirror. 
A few more miles pass beneath the tires when she feels eyes on the side of her face. She keeps her gaze fixed resolutely forward. 
“Oh, come now. Don’t look so glum, love,” she hears him say to her profile. 
She gives him a withering look. “Is this about threatening to kill you?” He sounds incredulous. “Plans change.”
She considers for a moment, teasing apart each and every word for hidden meaning. “So you aren’t going to kill me?” 
Lucie is skeptical, and rightfully so.
He doesn’t respond right away. That too is an answer. “Well that all depends, doesn’t it?”
“On what?” She takes the bait, turning to look at him, and regrets it. 
His lips curl into a smile, voice bordering on conspiratorial as he says, “Why on you of course.” Gravel pops as he steers them onto a country back road. “And how motivated you are to share secrets.
“Now, let’s start with an easy one. You’ve been doing magic in the Quarter and yet you still live. I want to know how.”
“How do you know I can?”
“Before Elijah’s…rapid departure from New Orleans, he confided he might know a way around Marcel’s pesky no magic rule. Now, he was light on specifics. But after meeting you, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”
“I don’t know.” And it’s the truth, mostly. She doesn’t know for certain, but after that night with Elijah in Violette's home, she has a strong suspicion.
She had been standing in the kitchen, brewing coffee on the night of the consecration. Before she spilled the truth to him, Elijah had told her of his hunch. 
While he hadn’t been sure what it was about  Lucie’s power that spared her from detection, he was sure that it was the reason Marcel had left her only. The lingering questions had bothered him, she was sure. However, he didn’t have all the information she had. And when he’d told her his theory, the answer was obvious to her. It wasn’t about an additional quality to her magic that had allowed her to slip past Marcel, but what it lacked - and that was the connection to the Ancestral well, the pool in which all New Orlean’s witches drew their power. The only thing she can’t piece together is how he knows when a witch pulls Ancestral power. 
“How convenient,” Klaus says, tone suggesting anything but. “No matter, I have other means of ascertaining the truth.”
Her blood runs cold, the implication clear. Even as the car slows in anticipation of their arrival. 
Dense foliage and ancient moss-covered trees stretch green fingers out towards the road, branches hang in an awning overhead. The effect is an oppressive tunnel of dark that guides them forward to some undetermined destination ahead. 
She thinks to ask where he’s taking her, to tell him to kill her now instead of dragging it out, or maybe to spill the details of anything and everything he might want to know. 
But any words die on her lips as the forest yields to the spacious sprawl of an orchard and, beyond it, she spies the massive white columns of a Civil War-era mansion. 
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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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