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Yandere Mikaelson Family Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🧛 — lady l: I finally finished the hcs of our beloved vampires as platonic yandere! It was fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it too! Forgive me any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🖤

❝tw: yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and murder, transformation into a vampire, jealousy and unhealthy platonic relationships.

❝🧛pairing: yandere platonic!mikaelson family x gender neutral!reader.

The stories about your appearance in the lives of the originals vampires are much discussed and contextualized. Some said you were a human who was kidnapped by them and forced to become part of their family. Others say they went mad and brought you into the vampire life as a way of redeeming the human lives taken. None of this is true, however. The true story is dated back to when they were still human and you were a close friend of the family and witnessed all the tragedies over a thousand years ago.

You, like them, were human. It was Rebekah, your closest friend at the time, who introduced you to the family and it didn't take long for you to become very close to her brothers, especially Henrik and Klaus. They have come to love you and treat you like part of the family. It didn't matter if you already had a family or not, you became part of theirs and they will not allow that to be changed.

You were very close to everyone, but you still didn't know their parents and that was on purpose. Klaus and Elijah in particular didn't want you to get close to his parents at all. They tried at all costs to keep you all to themselves, to the sibilings, but they couldn't hide you forever. In one night, you met Mikael and Esther Mikaelson.

It was a cold and restless night, you couldn't sleep and you left the ''room'' you shared with them. Since you didn't want to wake any of them, you got up carefully and left the small family hut. When you thought about it, you could still feel the freezing cold on your skin and the jump you gave when you heard the voice of a man very similar to your friends approaching you. It took a few seconds, but you recognized him as the Mikaelson patriarch.

Your heart leapt knowing who the man was and you didn't know what to do. You had already heard stories about him, how strict he was with his children, especially Niklaus. To your surprise, the man, Mikael, had been kind to you. A kindness you had never expected from someone like him and, feeling more at ease, you let your guard down and started talking to him. It didn't take long for him to introduce you to his wife, Esther, and they started to consider you their child and love you as their children loved you.

Everything was going well until tragedy struck the family and changed everything. When Klaus arrived with Henrik, dead, in his arms all chaos ensued. Your heart ached to see your friend, your brother, lifeless and Klaus in tears screaming for help. Everything changed the moment Mikael forced Esther to turn all of they children, including you, into something that couldn't be killed. And that's when everything fell apart, you were turned into an original vampire, unable to be killed in the traditional way. All of this was when the first vampires in history were created. Your family of overly overprotective, murderous vampires.

Mikael and Esther were the most dangerous and murderous about you. The family patriarchs are protective and demanding. Mikael is calculating and strict, but is shown to be caring and kind to you even after the transformation. There is no doubt who his favorite child is. Although he is proud, Mikael is devoted to you and is quite close, even if he can act aloof and mean. Esther is very loving to you and has come to adore you like her child, although she is a bad woman at times and a powerful witch, Esther used to be a present mother to you.

Niklaus is considered the worst of the sibilings, although there is some doubt about this. He is cruel, insensitive to the pain of others and considered a sociopath. And maybe all of that is true, but you never knew him that way. You've always known Klaus as a protective and caring brother, and even after Henrik's death, his discovery of being a hybrid, and everything that followed for centuries, he remained the same for you. Others saw the change in him and how possessive he became about you, but it didn't matter to you. He is cruel to everyone else but you. You are the only one besides him who has never had a dagger stuck in your chest and confined in a coffin for decades. Klaus enjoys your company immensely and is the most possessive of them all.

Elijah is the quietest of his siblings in his obsession with you, usually being portrayed as calm and methodical. He is very polite and formal and he usually expects the same from his family. Elijah is very soft for you and a true gentleman, he has made a promise to himself to care for and protect you since he met you and he does his best to honor that promise after centuries of existence. Being very overprotective, Elijah is almost always seen in your company accompanying you somewhere and throwing distinct looks at anyone who approaches you more than they should. Although he is very calm, Elijah is dangerous to anyone who threatens his family and ripping out hearts will be an act of mercy.

Kol is the most spoiled of the family and the most troubled of all. He likes to drag you into his messes and carnage, even if you don't like it, he'll make sure you learn to like it. Kol is unpredictable and a bombshell, ready to unleash his murderous fury on anyone who crosses him, who crosses you. He loves to spoil you and take you with him, if he can and has the chance, he will convince you to run away with him.

Rebekah is your best friend, your favorite sister, well, that's her delusion and what she likes to believe. Rebekah is problematic but not as much as her brother, she is romantic and is always by your side at parties or family gatherings. She loves to take you shopping with her and take you out for drinks. Rebekah is very needy for your attention, for your love, and will sulk if you don't give what she wants from you. She is kind and loving, always looking out for you and doing her best to please you, but she has an unbridled rage and jealousy inside her that will become easily visible if you don't spend time with her.

Freya is the most reliable of the entire family and the most selfless of all. She always puts you above all her petty and selfish desires, genuinely caring and loving you as she feels she should. She is very responsible and a great listener, and has a habit of scolding her siblings when they get too annoying. Her obsession is strong but controlled and Freya never shows her possessiveness, usually she handles these kind of feelings as calmly as possible. She doesn't want to scare you and secretly wants to be her favorite.

Finn is the least close to you, though not by choice. He's never had much of a chance to stay by his side, not with the other brothers doing their best to get him as far away from you as possible. Finn is subtle in his obsession and prefers to watch from afar and protect you like that, but given the chance, he will physically approach you.

The Mikaelson family has its many problems and divisions, which have only been made worse after meeting you, but one thing they all agree on is that you are their top priority and that you must be protected at all costs. Any love interests will be quickly and effectively killed, and friends who are not approved by them will be far from your life. You don't need anyone but your loving family, don't you agree?

They would hate to put you to sleep for a while, but they will if they feel it necessary. They all can disagree and fight, especially Klaus and Kol, but once you enter the story is when they unite and will do their best to keep you just theirs. You took a vow, remember? Always and forever. And they will make sure you fulfill the vow you made.

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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At Peace With You

Finn Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 30 Prompt: "Are you with me?"

Summary: When Finn is undaggered and starts conspiring with his mother to destroy the Originals, Elijah calls in the one person who might be able to convince him this immortal life is worth living: his wife.

Word Count: 3,898

Category: Fluff

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After more than 900 years of being a vampire, not a lot surprised me anymore. But when I woke up one morning to a call from Elijah Mikaelson, surprise bordering on shock was the overwhelming emotion.

I'd picked up the call without thinking about it, without checking the number. Even though I hadn't spoken to Elijah in hundreds of years, I still recognized his voice in an instant. He asked if he'd dialed the right number to reach me, and all I could do was exist in shocked silence for a few long moments.

I waited to respond for a few extra moments after snapping out of it, briefly debating hanging up. If it had been a different Mikaelson sibling, I would have done it. But if Elijah had tracked down my number to call me, I figured it must be for something important.

"...Yeah, Elijah, it's me. What do you... what do you want?"

I could hear his heavy sigh on the other end of the line, and I had to bite back a laugh. Once upon a time, I'd started to consider that sigh of exasperation the familiar gesture of family.

"Niklaus has broken his curse," he finally said. My heart stopped dead, but I tried not to let it show in my voice.

"Okay. And what does that have to do with me?"

"Niklaus also managed to kill our father, Mikael, and now that he's succeeded... he's undaggered our siblings."

"What?" I breathed. This couldn't be real. I must've been dreaming or something.

"He kept his word to me, albeit after taking advantage of a loophole," Elijah continued. "Finn has been undaggered, along with Kol and Rebekah. We're in Mystic Falls."

I sat down heavily in the nearest chair, my mind reeling. I'd been in love with Finn from the moment I'd met him, literal ages and lifetimes ago. We'd been inseparable from the moment Finn first started courting me, and although his family initially had mixed feelings, Finn had turned me and we'd gotten married with (mostly) full support.

And then, about fifty years into our marriage, Klaus had gotten angry at Finn, and daggered him. I'd spent about another fifty trying to get him back, until Klaus had almost killed me. He'd told me the next time I made a "rescue attempt", he wouldn't hold back. I was ready to keep going anyway, until he also threatened to dump Finn's body in the ocean, never to be found. I couldn't risk him following through. So I'd mourned the love of my life as if he was dead, and then I'd ditched every last other member of his family for good.

Until now. The thought that he was back, finally, free from that stupid box... It didn't seem real.

"Elijah, I've had very little issue with you in our long, long lives, but all the same... why should I believe you?"

"Why would I lie?"

"For Klaus."

"To accomplish what?"

I paused at that. I racked my brain, but I couldn't think of anything the middlest Mikaelson would possibly want with me. If there was something, I would've heard from him before now. And I hadn't. He'd left me alone for the past 850 years.

"Finn has been undaggered for a few days," Elijah continued, correctly reading my lack of protest as a green flag to continue. "I used my connections to track you down because we have a problem, and it seems like one you would be best able to solve."

Now it was my turn for an exasperated sigh through my nose.

"So you did call me for an agenda."

"One that serves you and Finn both." I rolled my eyes, and although Elijah couldn't see it, I had a feeling he knew what I was doing. "Our mother has mysteriously returned from the dead. Like our father, she is determined to wipe us off the Earth, as she feels our current forms are abominations. Unlike our father, she's been trying to talk us into agreeing with her and choosing to end our own lives."

I gasped, a scowl making its way onto my face. I didn't exactly love all of the Mikaelson siblings, but for a mother to try to convince her own children to kill themselves was absolutely horrific, no matter how many times I'd thought about killing her children myself.

"She hasn't made any inroads with any of us," Elijah reassured me. "Except... for Finn."

"You're joking."

"I'm not. Since being undaggered, my brother has expressed freely his feelings that immortality, especially as a vampire, is a curse that he wishes to end. My mother has only fed this mindset, and now I fear the two of them are working together to end all of us."

"And what do you want me to do about that, exactly?" I asked, even as I moved around my house to start packing a bag. If there was even a glimmer of hope that I could help Finn, I would. Even after 900 years, I knew if the positions were reversed, he would do the same for me.

"I'm hoping you can talk him off the ledge, so to speak," Elijah answered. "Keep everyone alive and well."

"I'm going to stop you right there, Elijah. It feels like you're building to threatening Finn, and I've had enough of that from your family for a million more lifetimes. I'll be there later today. Just tell me where I can find Finn."

"...I'll make sure he's at the Mystic Grill. It's a restaurant in the middle of town, you can't miss it."

"Great. See you in a few hours."

I hung up before he could say anything else.

Quickly, I finished throwing my things into a bag, then hurried out to my car. I had no time to waste if I wanted to save Finn.

Luckily for me, the drive only took a few hours, which gave me time to process everything Elijah had told me and that I'd have to face in Mystic Falls. It still didn't feel quite real that I was about to see Finn again.

That hazy dream finally faded when I walked through the doors of the Mystic Grill, my bags still in the car. I scanned the room and like a heat-seeking missile found Elijah in a corner booth, sitting across from someone who still had their back to me. The last time I'd seen Finn, he'd had hair down past his shoulders. But even from the back, with a new haircut and modern clothing, I knew it was him.

I quickly crossed the room, my heart speeding up with every step, until I stood before both of them. Elijah immediately turned to look at me, but I only had eyes for Finn.

He looked remarkably good, considering he'd been in a box for 900 years. He stared at Elijah with a raised eyebrow, then slowly turned to follow Elijah's gaze until he saw me.

The world stopped, and everyone else in the room disappeared. Finn, my Finn, the one I thought I'd lost any hope of ever seeing again, the man I loved beyond all else, was here. Sitting before me, looking at me with familiar hazel eyes. Alive.

"Finn," I breathed, the smallest of smiles tugging itself onto my face. An instant later, thanks to vampire speed, he had me wrapped tight in his arms. He breathed my name into my hair, so quietly that even Elijah's super-hearing probably didn't catch it. I squeezed him tight, a few tears leaking out as I did. He was back. He was really back, and alive. No dagger or gray skin or anything else that haunted my nightmares.

"How did you know I was here?" he finally asked, pulling back with awe on his face. I smiled and nodded towards his brother.

"Elijah found my number and called me. Can we talk?"

Finn glanced back at Elijah with slightly narrowed eyes, then looked back at me.

"...Yes. Lead the way."

I didn't know the town any better than he did, but I also didn't want to hang around the Grill in earshot of Elijah for this reunion, so I pulled Finn towards the door. We wandered towards the park, and after a quick scan of the area to make sure we weren't being eavesdropped on, I led him to a bench where we could sit together.

"I'm... so happy to see you, Finn," I said, taking his hands in mine and fighting to hold back another round of tears. "I hope you know... I tried to get you out sooner. I really did. I just... I wasn't strong enough. I am so, so sorry."

He shook his head, squeezing my hands a little in reassurance.

"It's alright. I'm glad I'm getting to see you again."

"Before you let Esther kill you?" Finn's eyebrows shot up, and I pursed my lips. "Elijah told me what you're planning to do, Finn. It's why he called me in the first place. I would've come running no matter what, but none of your siblings would've reached out to me without some other motive. We both know that."

Finn sighed through his nose and shook his head.

"And that is exactly why our time on Earth needs to come to an end. Monstrous behavior like that has become normal for them. For us. It has to stop."

"Does that include me?" Finn's gaze had wandered to other parts of the park, but it snapped back to me at my words. "Your umbrella of monstrous vampire behavior that has to stop. Am I under it just by virtue of being one?"

He sighed, staring down at our joined hands for a long, long time before looking up at me, pain in his eyes.

"I wish I could say no. My heart wants to say no. But... you've lived a long life in the years I've been gone. I don't really know you. Not who you are now."

I looked away, the gears turning in my brain as I nodded thoughtfully. He had a point; I had changed a lot in my 900 years wandering this Earth without him. But I still loved him, and I hadn't changed so drastically that he wouldn't recognize the new me.

"I have an idea," I said, turning back to him with a smile. "Let's go away together. Come back home with me for... a week. Let's get to know each other all over again, and I can show you why I've decided it's worth it to stick around all these hundreds of years. Alright?"

Finn frowned. "I don't know... my mother-"

"Has had her time to make her case. And if you really want to, you can come back here to her whenever you want. But you're my husband, Finn. Nine hundred years, and I've only ever loved you. So now it's my turn."

The barest hint of a smile quirked up the corner of his mouth.

"It seems like you haven't changed much, in a few ways at least."

I grinned. "I didn't need much longer than we had together to get good at telling off pushy family members of yours. The only one who's ever bested me was Klaus, and I don't intend to ever let that happen again. If your mother's trying to walk you off the ledge... she's gonna have to go through me."

Finn sighed, pulling me to my feet with him as he stood. I worried for a second, until his small smile reappeared and he met my eyes.

"Let's go home, then. For a week. Wherever 'home' is for you."

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I wasted absolutely no time loading Finn into my car and getting the hell out of town. It was going to be a lot of driving for one day, but it would be worth it. I had no intention of letting any of his family members get in my way. I'd never even had to unpack my bag.

As we left Mystic Falls behind us and pulled onto the highway, I put on my favorite playlist and shot Finn a grin.

"How much have your siblings caught you up on everything you missed over the last nine hundred years?" I asked. Finn frowned and shook his head.

"Very little. Do we really need to be going this fast?"

"Yes," I said, pointedly hitting the accelerator as I got up to speed with the rest of traffic. "Don't worry, I'm a fantastic driver. I promise it's normal and safe."

"Hm." Finn nodded, still looking a little unconvinced, so I reached over to take his hand.

"First lesson on the wonders of life, Finn: Road trips are the best. We've got about four hours to cruise, talk, listen to music, and stop for the most deliciously, bad-for-you food imaginable."

Finn huffed a small laugh. "I suppose that could be fun."

I grinned, cranking up the volume on the song playing, one of my favorites.

"I'll take it!"

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Slowly, over the course of the rest of the drive, Finn loosened up a little. He'd always been the most formal and reserved of his siblings, but when we were together, he'd always relaxed around me. This time, it took a little longer to get there, but around the second hour he started laughing at my stupid jokes and asking questions about things he saw that he found interesting. By the time I pulled up in front of my house a few hours later, he had a smile on his face and the tension had mostly eased out of his shoulders.

"How long have you lived here?" he asked, eyes surveying the house as I grabbed my unused bag out of the backseat.

"Oh, probably close to a decade. I've had the house for a lot longer than that, but I move in and out pretty regularly, since it would be obvious to my neighbors after a while that I'm not aging."

Finn nodded thoughtfully. "And does that ever bother you? The constant moving, the lying. The leaving."

"Sometimes," I said with a shrug. "But I like traveling and exploring the world. This way, I get to do that while also having a home to come back to after everything. It's more often than not been the best of both worlds for me."

"Hm. And do I need to be invited in?"

I grinned. "Nope! The house is mine. Unlike your siblings and quite a few other vampires, I haven't spent my eternity making enemies, so at least so far I haven't needed to keep other vampires out."

Finn chuckled, and the sound made a warm feeling grow in my chest. He looked happy, and seeing him glowing as he walked towards the front door of the place I called home was exactly the thing I'd been dreaming of for 900 years.

As if on-cue to interrupt my moment, my phone rang. I glanced at it to find Elijah's number staring back at me and huffed a sigh.

"Finn, would you mind taking my bag inside? I need to take this."

"Of course, my love." He gave me a soft smile as he took my bag, then headed for the front door. I watched him for an extra second, the fading light of twilight painting the world in a soft glow, then answered my phone with a sigh.

"What do you want, Elijah?" I said, not bothering with a hello. I turned my back to Finn and walked a few steps away, hoping he'd be too focused on the house to listen in on my conversation with his brother. I didn't want anything messing up our week away, especially not family drama.

"Where is Finn?" Elijah asked, his tone a bit demanding. I narrowed my eyes.

"Why do you need to know?"

"Because, as I remember mentioning to you, he's in the middle of trying to plot with our mother to kill all of us. I'd like to be aware of his location and progress for my own sake, and the sake of my family."

"Finn is family, and family you left rotting in a box for nine hundred years," I spat. I took a deep breath, getting my anger slightly more under control, then continued. "Finn is with me. I'm going to spend some time with my husband, thank you very much, and hopefully throughout the course of that I'm going to convince him it's worth telling your mother to go to hell to stay here with me. Our goals are aligned in keeping Finn from letting your mother destroy your entire family, Elijah, and that knowledge is just going to have to be good enough for you. We're supposed to be family, too, so you at least owe me that."

I hung up before Elijah could get another word in. I shoved my phone back into my pocket, then took a couple deep breaths before finally turning back around to head into the house. I was going to enjoy my week with Finn, and I was not going to let anyone get in our way.

I wandered inside to find Finn just sort of standing in the middle of the room, looking around. I showed him around and helped him get settled, and the two of us spent the night the same way we'd spent the drive, talking and telling stories and catching up after being apart.

We made dinner together, and I introduced Finn to the wonders of boxed mac 'n cheese before convincing him to sit down and watch my favorite Disney movie with me. It was late, so we went to bed right after the first one, but Finn seemed to enjoy it enough that he'd probably want to watch more after we got some rest.

For the first time in a long time, I drifted off with the comfort of Finn next to me, alive and well. I was determined to do whatever it took to avoid losing him ever, ever again.

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The next week felt like heaven on Earth. Finn and I quickly fell into a new, easy, happy routine together, exploring the place I'd called home for so long during the day (while also getting him more caught up on the modern world) and watching ridiculous movies on the couch together long into the night. I didn't want it to end, but I knew that if we disappeared for too long, Esther or one of her other kids would come looking for us. Finn and I needed to settle the issue once and for all, sooner rather than later.

But first, I had one last trick up my sleeve.

"So... we're supposed to go back to Mystic Falls in the morning," I said, leaning my elbows on the counter as I met Finn's eyes across the island. "But there's one more thing that I do as a regular part of my vampire life that I'm going to keep doing, no matter what. Fortunately for both of us, I think you might like it too."

Finn raised an eyebrow, and I gave him a soft smile before pushing off the island.

"Come on. Follow me."

He did, without hesitation. I tried to hide just how much that made me smile.

Finn and I walked from the house deeper into the downtown area, where people still walked back and forth despite the late hour. Finn carefully took in all our surroundings as I led him along, falling back into my normal routine.

As an immortal with superstrength, superspeed, and mind control, I was safe walking around at night basically no matter what. But also as a woman, I remembered plenty of times where I hadn't been safe. Or where I would've been in serious trouble if I hadn't had superpowers on my side. So, on a regular basis, and even more often when I started feeling down about being a vampire, I walked around at night acting as an avenging shadow, making sure any woman I came across got home safe. Crime rates tended to drop, at least for a little while, in whatever city I lived in and various muggers realized they had a real-life, superpowered Batman going after anybody trying to hurt people in the shadows.

I ducked into a dark alleyway, and Finn followed me, still looking curious. I smiled at him, then explained what I'd been doing for the past 900 years. As I spoke, a smile appeared on his face and steadily grew to a beaming pride I hadn't seen since our first few years together.

"That is... an excellent idea," he said, still looking at me like I'd hung the moon. I smiled back.

"Thank you. I've been back here long enough that I don't think we'll find too many things to put a stop to tonight, but... what do you say we look anyway?"

Finn nodded. "I'll follow you."

I took Finn's hand and pulled him along with me down the rest of the alleyway, ducking into the nearest bar on the other side. After grabbing a few drinks and compelling a few leering men to change their behavior, we popped back out onto the street to clear the next place.

Finn and I worked like a charm together, like we'd been working as a team for the last 900 years instead of just me by myself. Although the city was fairly safe, we still found plenty of ways to make an impact, and had a blast together going from place to place too. When we finally went back home around two in the morning, we were both laughing, and I swear Finn seemed lighter than he had all week.

"Well, that was my pitch," I said, flopping backwards into bed. Another perk of vampire speed was how quickly I could get ready for bed, especially when I was this tired. "I hope you liked it."

"I did. I liked it very much."

"I'm glad." Finn laid down next to me a beat later, and I rolled over to fix him with a smile. "So, how about it, Finn. I say we ditch your mom and the rest of your siblings, like I've been doing for centuries. Live our eternity together, doing good and just being happy. What do you say? Are you with me?"

Finn sighed, his gaze roving over every inch of my face. With every second the silence stretched my stomach churned, worried I'd failed, or that I should've waited until morning to ask, or a thousand different things I should've done differently. Finally, Finn's jaw clenched and he sighed through his nose before bringing his eyes to meet mine.

"I am with you. Always and forever."

I surged forward, rapidly closing the distance between us to wrap Finn in the tightest hug imaginable. After a second he wrapped his arms around me, too, holding me against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, steadily reminding me he was here with me, and I absolutely never wanted to let go.

"I'll call my mother in the morning," he muttered into my hair, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Tell her I'm not going to help her. There's too much worth living for, and plenty of ways to exist without being monsters."

"And I'll call Elijah. Tell him you're officially stepping back, and to keep the drama the hell out of our life together once and for all."

Finn chuckled, the sound vibrations rumbling through his chest. With Finn officially here to stay, with me, the way we should've been a long time ago, I felt more at peace than I had in a long, long time. And I was going to make sure nothing ruined that peace, ever again.

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moremaybank · 1 year

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heyy! if you have time, i'd really like some angst that will make me cry... lol i was thinking klaus x wife! reader where they have been together all these years and he lets his paranoia get ahead of him and hee daggers her to "keep her safe" and then years later he undaggers her and she is all betrayed and whatever else you want ❤️ thanks!

PARANOIA — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

summary klaus goes too far while trying to protect you and your shared family.

warnings angst, klaus and reader arguing, klaus daggering reader

author's note hope you like it, babes!

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yours and klaus's story had always been sacred to you both.

you'd met as children, klaus teaching you how to craft paints from the countless flowers he'd found in the forest. you tended to cuts and bruises branded on him by mikael, wiping away his tears as you tried your best to take even a fraction of his pain away. you were turned together, struggling to adjust to the changes that came with being immortal. when klaus broke his curse, you were right there by his side, reassuring him that you would navigate through it together.

you'd fled each and every home you'd made together, constantly on the run from the man klaus called father. you fought tirelessly to protect his siblings, the ones you'd considered to be your family as well. you'd hunted down doppelgängers in search of breaking his curse, fought against the numerous enemies klaus had made over the centuries, built empires together...the list goes on.

but never in a million years had you ever expected to find yourselves where you were right now.

"i've had enough, klaus! for weeks now, you've been pushing me away. casting me aside like i'm some toy you're no longer interested in playing with. i deserve more! so you're either going to talk to me, or i'm going to have to investigate for myself."

"leave it alone, y/n. this does not concern you."

"of course it does! we've been building a life together for a thousand years. your battles are my battles. your triumphs are my triumphs. every single decision you make affects me, and vice-versa. we've always faced our problems together, so why is it any different now?"

"it's different because you've become a weakness!"

klaus's statement caught you off-guard, and you swore you felt your heart shatter at his tone.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

klaus squeezed his hand into a fist tightly, trying to calm himself down before he said something he would never be able to take back.

"i will not allow my enemies to use you against me. if they manage to take you away from me, they can use your knowledge about my family and me as ammunition to tear us apart. everything we've ever built will end up in nothing but ash, all because i wasn't smart or brave enough to take the proper precautions needed to protect my family."

"our family! ours!" you argued. "we're married! does that not hold any weight for you? because it does for me.”

klaus remained silent, avoiding your gaze as the guilt coursed through him. he didn't want this. not for you and not for himself. but what choice did he have? he'd betrayed his siblings left, right and centre any time it had served him, but even he knew that he was wrong. and he was trying to make things right. no matter what, he'd always protect them. even if it meant losing out on the things and people he'd loved. like you.

"this isn't you, klaus. this isn't us. we're supposed to be honest with each other and make each other better. forever. even when we lose our way. especially then. but we can't do that when you refuse to talk to me or even look at me, for that matter."

you approached him carefully, hands smoothing up his arms to rest on his broad shoulders. it took a bit of silent pleading, but you got him to look at you. "please, my love. whatever's going on, we can deal with it together, just as we always do." klaus refuses to answer you, and you sigh. "this is bigger than just us. it's about our family. now, i will go down swinging for every last one of you, but you need to let me."

klaus shrugged your hands off of him with a huff, "that's the problem."

"what? what is?"

"the fact that you won't ever let these things go. you would fight to the death for us, and that is the exact thing that is going to get you killed."

tears welled in your eyes as your expression changed. you crossed your arms in defence, brows furrowing as you looked away from him. "oh, so�� so what? it's perfectly fine for you to risk everything to save our family, but when i try to do the same, it's an issue?"

"you aren't listening—"

"no, you aren't listening! you don't get to make decisions for me. you can't just cut me out of your diabolical plans and expect me to sit here and take it. this affects me too! why can't you see that?"

again, klaus had no answer. you struggled to accept it, because how could the man who always seemed to have something to say have absolutely no words for you now?

"you're letting your paranoia cloud your judgement. you can't give it the power. you have to trust that we'll be okay."

"trust can be a fickle thing, love. anything can change in an instant. and you're right, i am paranoid. i'm allowing my demons to control me, and the only way i can take my power back is if i try to beat it. and i only know of one way that i can." klaus started to walk toward you, much too calmly for your liking. a look of confusion washed over your features. a chill ran down your spine at his tone.

"klaus...what's going on with you? seriously." you backed up with each step he took forward until your back hit the wall behind you.

klaus's hand came up to your face, gently holding your gaze on him. "i refuse to let anything happen to you. you're too precious to me," he breathed. "and it pains me to do this. in fact, if i could be killed, this would be the very thing that would end my life. but i cannot afford to take chances with your life."

klaus reached behind him, his movements calm so as to not startle you. he pulled the dagger out of his back pocket and slowly brought it forth. you looked downward as you felt the tip of it pressing against your chest ever so slightly.

"klaus, no. you can't. you won't."

your eyes met klaus's again as he took a deep breath. "i need to know you're safe. this is the only way i can be certain."

a combination of fear and anger was caught in your throat, but you forced yourself to speak. "if you do this, you'll lose me forever. and you know very well that forever is a long time, especially for a vampire."

"i don't have a choice, sweetheart," he whispered. and with that, he plunged the dagger into your heart. he held onto your frame as it grew lifeless. tears were cascading down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, clutching onto you. "even if you grow to hate me, you'll be alive to do so."

ten years had passed. the mikaelsons had relocated again and again, defeating their enemies as best as they could while doing so. though it hadn't been all smooth sailing.

your presence was felt by the lot of them. the ferocity with which you would fight for them. the love and constant kindness you showed them. the way you believed in the good parts in all of them. there was so much to love about you, and in light of klaus's actions, there was so much to regret the loss of.

none of them could say they were happy about the circumstance you'd been in, yet they couldn't deny that it quelled the fear of their enemies bringing you to a permanent death by their hands.

but now that the fire had died down, klaus could revive you.

klaus stood over your half-living body in your coffin, his undead heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

"you cannot leave her like this forever," elijah spoke as he approached klaus from behind.

"i know. but i'm not ready to lose her," klaus breathed. "what if she never forgives me? i don't know that i can see myself going on without her. but i do know that i will turn into a man that even i won't be able to recognize."

elijah's hand came up to rest on klaus's shoulder. "you have to allow her to make her own decisions, brother. she will forgive you, or she will not. but she deserves the freedom to decide as she chooses."

klaus nodded his head, the movement barely noticeable. he knew elijah was right, and even if you chose not to forgive him, he could take comfort in the fact that you were alive and breathing. it would absolutely suck, but still, you wouldn't be dead.

"i'll leave you to it," elijah said, "but remember that all things aside, she loves you. no matter if she's hurt or angry. she loves you, niklaus."

klaus listened to the clicks of elijah's dress shoes against the ground as he left him alone with you. he took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever was about to come. his hand wrapped around the dagger, closing his eyes as he carefully withdrew it from your chest. he placed it on the small table next to your coffin, taking a seat on his chair as he waited for life to spring back into you.

a few moments passed, and klaus watched as your fingers twitched. the grey complexion that took over your body started to fall away, the true tone of your skin taking its place. you groaned as you woke up from your decade-long slumber.

"love?" klaus questioned, quiet as a mouse. he stood up, approaching your coffin. "are you—" he paused with a huff, "how are you feeling?"

you sat up slowly, turning your head to look at klaus. the man you'd trusted with your heart and soul. as you stared at him, you didn't know if you felt that same trust. not after he betrayed you in the way he did.

"how am i feeling? " you asked. "i'm feeling like you daggered me and left me in a lifeless sleep for god knows how long." you sat up, climbing out of the coffin and smacking klaus's hand away when he tried to help you.

"sweetheart, please. let me explain—"

"explain what, klaus? i've given you everything. every last piece of me, and then some. and it still wasn't enough for you to trust me. do you know what that feels like?" he doesn't respond, but he keeps his gaze locked on yours. "it feels like choosing to love and stand by you was a colossal and utter waste of my time. a thousand years worth."

klaus stepped closer to you hesitantly, as his hands found your face. "i know you're angry with me. i understand. but you have to know that i only did what i did to protect you."

you sighed harshly, removing his hands from you. "don't. you don't get to do that. you don't get to dagger me and shove me in a box when my existence isn't convenient for you. i deserve more than that. more than you."

"y/n. i'm sorry. i did what i thought was right. i did what i knew would keep you alive. i was trying to protect you."

"i don't need you to protect me, klaus. i need you to respect me a—and to see me as your equal. but you don't. you just see someone you can push around. and i'm done putting up with it."

you began to walk away, but you paused, turning back to face him. “as the centuries passed, i’ve seen you do terrible, unspeakable things to a lot of people, but i always thought that you had a limit. i thought i would be your limit. but i guess i was wrong.”

"that's not true, y/n. you are the most sacred thing on this planet to me. you're everything. i couldn't risk losing you, especially not when i had the means to stop it," he replied. "please don't do this. don't walk away from us and everything we've built."

you scoffed, "there is no us, klaus. not anymore." you looked into his blue orbs, the very pair of eyes that once brought you so much joy now being the ones to bring you pain. “rebekah tried to warn me all those years ago, and i shrugged her off because i believed in you and i believed in what we had. but now…”

“…what are you saying?”

“i’m saying," you paused, "maybe she was right.” and with that, you left him. lost, alone, and afraid of what was to come.

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Title: Mother, dear

Pairing: Mikael M. x Heretic!Black!Reader, Platonic!Mikaelsons x Heretic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Mikael, Soft!Mikael

Summary: Elena and Co. learn that the Mikaelson's parents are very protective

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it.

Elena let out a scream when a knife flew pass her head and into a werewolf while both Elijah and Klaus looked unfazed. Damon was shocked seeing the wolf drop, it was suppose to be a meeting between Elena and the Originals about letting the human live a normal life. That was until a group of wolves attacked them. Both Elijah and Klaus were vervain and wolfbane while Damon was tied down with vervain ropes and the wolves trying to take Elena to have leverage against Klaus.

"I suggest you let my boys go." Your voice reached their ears, both Elena and Damon was surprised to see you standing in the doorway. You were a 900+ year old vampire and both Elijah's and Klaus's overly protective stepmother.

"Your boys?" The leader wolf questioned looking you over. You looked non-threatening but the two Originals knew better as Mikael wouldn't had married you for no reason.

You were just a Queen's handmaiden back in 1190 when you met the Mikaelsons. You were a woman that had no time for nonsense and Mikael was an over protective father who kinda fell in love again. Mikael had grew overly protective after Freya's death and even more after Henrik's which annoyed Esther seeing Mikael hover over their children.

"Yes. The two Originals." You said as Elena was surprised while Elijah and Klaus groaned if you were in Mystic Falls so was Mikael.

"Look I can care less about a baby vampire and doppelganger. So hand..." You were cut off by a werewolf wrapping a hand around your thoat. Which didn't last long as the wolf fell over dead.

"Do not touch my wife and let my sons go." Mikael growled hand covered in blood. You sighed as much as you loved your husband, you wish he would ease up on your children. You walked over to Elijah and Klaus freeing the two and Elena watched how soft you treated the two.

"Mother....there was no need to bring father." Elijah groaned just laying his head in your lap too tired to fight the vervain in his system.

"Sorry darling but he followed. You know how your father is." You say softly running your fingers though Elijah's hair relaxing the vampire. Klaus also leaned against you feeling just as tired.

Mikael had done everything for his children. Making sure they feed, making sure Esther doesn't find them, always taking on whatever pain they could face. You knew how much of a brute Mikael was before his first born but now.

'The world seemed to stop whenever I first held each of them. I knew I would do anything for them.' Was what Mikael told you when you first asked about his past. Mikael dropped the body and was by you three right away worry settling over his face as he began to look over Klaus since he seemed worst.

"Niklaus? Are you alright? What do you need?"

"For...you to...not baby me." Klaus growled weakly pushing Mikael away. It was always Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah that got of Mikael's over protectiveness. Mikael was unimpressed by Klaus as he lifted the hybrid laying him on the couch.

"I'm sorry....but who are these people?!" Damon asked seeing Elijah being practically being cuddled by you while Mikael rubbed Klaus's back still worried about the hybrid.

"This is our mother Y/N and father Mikael. They have followed me to Mystic Falls no doubt." Elijah said weakly wrapping his arms around your waist groaning in pain. Elena frowned confused as Damon was surprised.

"I thought the Original witch was your mother?"

"Birth mother but no mother of ours due to the whole trying to murder us thing." Klaus huffed feeling a little better and Mikael went to get your sons some blood. Damon couldn't believe what he was seeing both Originals being babied by you. It was odd to Damon since it was clear you were a younger vampire than the Originals, yet here they were treating you like their mother.

"Mother, why have you came?" Elijah asked looking up at you feeling you run your fingers though his hair.

"Your father wanted to help Niklaus and to bring the family together." You said softly looking worried as Elijah closed his eyes. Mikael returned with blood bags and handed you one to feed Elijah. Both Damon and Elena watched surprised and unsure on what to do.

Mikael was angry for one Esther was alive and two the witch treated you like you were nothing but some maid. Of course the siblings watched their father grow more angry with Esther after passing comment the witch made about you. Esther glared at you seeing you sitting with Finn just talking. Since being undaggered Finn hanged around you just like Elijah, both were mama boys.

"I have a announcement." Esther said making herself known to her family ignoring how Mikael glared at her. Everyone looked at the witch unaware of her plan.

"I have decided that we should have a ball. As a family we should show that we mean no harm."

"That means I can take mother shopping!" Rebekah squealed happily standing up and Esther smiled.

"I would love that Rebekah."

"I said mother not you Esther." Rebekah said taking your hand dragging you out of the room with Finn following after. Esther left in a huff angry as in the witch's eyes you stole her family.

"Stop messing with your tie love." You say softly fixing your husband's tie looking up at the Viking. Mikael huffed kissing your forehead letting you fix his tie.

"I worry Esther is hiding something." Mikael says moving a hand along your curves. The dress you wore was a deep red and backless, it had a beaded bust and flowy skirt prefect for dancing.

"No worries my love. If she is we will protect the children." You say looping your arm though Mikael's walking out to the ball. You looked out seeing your children with their dates while Esther looked down at everyone.

"Ma, I want you to meet Bonnie. Bonnie my mother Y/N and father Mikael." Kol says smiling as Bonnie shook your hand. You saw how happy Kol looked with the young witch.

"I hope my darling son has been a gentleman."

"Oh...he has ma'am." Bonnie says following your eye sight up to Esther then looked at you seeing you wink at her. Bonnie caught on to your signs to keep an eye out for Esther and it didn't help that the Original witch met with Elena.

Murder, Esther wanted to kill her family and was going to do it by linking them together. You couldn't stop it due to the stronger witch taking you out first. Finn pressed a cool clothe to your forehead worry written all over his face.

"How is mother?" Elijah asked walking into the bedroom suit jacket gone along with his tie. You layed in your bed in the thinnest nightgown you owned under just a sheet.

"Weak....she can't keep down blood. How's father?" Finn said sounding tired since he was the one up with you the most other than Elijah.

"Niklaus and Kol had been trying to stop him from rampaging though the town. Rebekah is getting answers from Elena."

"Babies....my sweet boys...if I..." You rasped out making them jump and Finn wiped the sweat from your face.

"Shhhh mother. You will be fine, save your strength. Bonnie will fix this." Elijah says softly brushing your hair from your face. You smiled weakly watching your boys clean up around your room.

"I broke the link but as for curing Y/N ...it'll take longer." Bonnie tells Klaus frowning before diving into her grimoire. Klaus looked at Kol worried that Bonnie was over working herself and looked into getting another witch. While Mikael was with Elijah and Finn taking care of Esther.

"How are you feeling mama?" Rebekah asked opening a window to air out the room. You smiled weakly at Rebekah feeling her lay next to you holding your hand.

"A bit better my sweet girl." You whispered breathing slowly making Rebekah frown. You felt your daughter press closer and you knew she was worried.

"I'll be okay, love." You say softly running your fingers though Rebekah's hair relaxing and she began to fall asleep.

You woke startled feeling Finn at your back and noticed your other children also in the bed. You felt better and smiled feeling Elijah mumbled in his sleep pressing his face into your abdomen. Klaus was behind Rebekah who was still pressed against your side while Kol was piled onto Elijah.

"They wanted to stay with you." Mikael says leaning over kissing your forehead making you smile.

"Understandable. Where is Esther?" You asked reaching for Mikael's hand feeling happy lacing your fingers with his.

"Dead and hopefully she stays dead." Mikael says rubbing your hand and you both just relaxed watching the siblings sleep. You both just wanted to enjoy the quiet before they woke up.

"Should we tell them?" You asked feeling the siblings press closer squeezing you. Mikael chuckled kissing your hand before looking at your abdomen.

"Later, let's enjoy our moment together."

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foxilayde · 2 years

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Have you watched the promise? I'm a little obsessed with Dr Mikael Boghosian and his accent. Please sir I need a play by play on how to make babies

Marriage Quilt [Mikael Boghosian x fem!Reader]

Warnings: Explicit 18+ ONLY. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. PiV, first time, Mentions of infidelity, mentions of torture, mentions of genocide.

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You are Maral, Mikael's wife, on your wedding night.

A/N: Mikael is literally perfect. Go watch The Promise if you haven't already.

This is not what you expected your wedding night to be.

It was supposed to be a lavish party, with all of your friends and relatives, every merchant and pauper of Siroun dancing the night away in the town square.

It was supposed to be a feast, a celebration with love, and cake, and embraces, just the way Lala had been wed to Davit two summers before. You were supposed to have a fine beaded dress of your own, a party in your name…. It’s so silly. So silly and selfish to grieve a party. A frivolous party, just because you had your heart set on it. People are dying in Siroun and throughout the Ottoman Empire… and here you are, in your marriage bed, your husband alive by a miracle and the grace of god, and you— lamenting the lack of a party.

You twist your long braid through your fingers and smooth your nightdress down your torso. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. You’re nowhere near the village now, you’re in hiding, laying on a mattress made of hay— in the middle of the forest on the outskirts of Siroun.

Before the attacks, your father had secured a home for you and Mikael, above an apothecary. And now the apothecary is empty. As was the bakery, and the tailor… everything was different. Everything was as pilfered and bare as your hopes for the future.

Mikael enters the small bedroom in his nightclothes and you can’t help but stare. You’ve never seen him in such a state of undress. He’s remained in your memory as a gentleman, fully buttoned up and proper… the way he courted you, with brown paper wrapped wildflowers and tinctures of yarrow and laudanum for your sister’s ailments… always with a smile.

You had been overjoyed when your father told you that you would be wed to Mikael, having never yourself before suspected him of amorous intentions…. And the grief, god, the grief when you’d all thought he’d been caught in the crossfire in Constantinople…

Mikael blows out the candles in your small clapboard bedroom and gently eases in beside you, under the blankets in the creaky bed. You lay there in silence for a few short moments. It is a pleasant spring evening and the the dune crickets are chirping softly beyond the cracked window. There is an electric anticipation between yourself and Mikael, a buzzing that hums in your ears and prickles the exposed skin of your bare forearms. You gulp quietly.

“Maral,” Mikael speaks softly as if he is afraid someone will hear him and be bothered, although there is no one around for miles.

“Yes, Mikael?” You reply in an exaggerated whisper, laughing at the end to draw attention to how silly his tone seems to you.

Mikael clears his throat and speaks evenly, “How are you?” He skims his hand along your grandmother’s quilt and finds your hand, threading his fingers through your own. It strikes you then that he has probably come accustomed to speaking quietly in all occasions at the awful labor camp. You squeeze his fingers reassuringly, stroking his warm thumb.

“I am well… Mikael.”

“Good. That is good.”

He’s changed. You noticed at the small ceremony. Gone was much of the light in his eyes. You suspect through the windows of his vision, looking at your own face, you must appear similarly. No one has been the same since the attacks. So much has happened, so many have died, it feels wrong to celebrate anything. If it weren’t for a series of miracles bestowed to both you and Mikael, your marriage bed would more likely be a coffin, or a mass grave.

You bring Mikael’s hand to your mouth and kiss the back of his knuckles. “I thank god you came back to us Mikael.”

The moon is bright through the cracked window and because of it, you can see the crumpling of his brow, the parting of his lips, the war on his face. Not the war he escaped, but the war in his mind.

“I have to tell you something, Maral. I have something to confess.”

Your heart picks up speed at the wrestling hurt of his voice. You squeeze his hand again and shift onto your side to look him head on. But his eyes are closed and his head is bowed when he tells you, “There was… there was a woman in the city, when I was in school… she was a friend of my uncle’s…”

You can suspect where this is going and the stroking of his fingers does nothing to abate the pounding of your heart and the hot sick twist in your stomach.

“I don’t wish to hurt you, my wife, but I can not lie to you. I was unfaithful to my promise to you and to your father… you deserve better, my sweet Maral.”

He looks at you then with open shiny eyes and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles and when he closes his eyes to press his lips to your hand you feel warm tears on your skin.

You’re not sure what to say to him, but he looks at you with anticipation, waiting with silent breath for you to attack him, to berate him. He is ready for you to scream, cry, and break your few meager possessions. He would take your tantrum with grace, you know this. He would punish himself forever if you let him, if you gave the order. If you bit back with venom, turned away from him, tonight, for all your nights, he would think it fair. Even if you vowed to never forgive him for his indiscretion, vowed to never touch him, you doubt he would even think you cold for it.

Your eyes are far away, out of focus, staring though your interlocked fingers, staring through his quiet grief.

What do you say to his admission? “I forgive you”? “How many times”? “Did you love her”? “Do you love her”?

You don’t ask it, because you know he did. He must have. He is Mikael. Whatever it was that he had with this woman… you know it was love, because Mikael follows his heart, he leads with honor.

You stroke his cheek with your hand. His face is smooth from the straight razor shave he had desperately needed, and you remember that tonight is only the second night in months he’s lain in an actual bed.

“You can not lie to me? Is that right?”

Mikael turns his head in your palm to kiss the inside of your hand, your fingers thread through his hair, nails scratching his clean scalp and freshly trimmed hair. He leans into the touch.

“Are you disappointed to be wed to me, Mikael?” Now it is you who is whispering, though no one is around to overhear.

Mikael’s eyes burn with incredulity. “Maral, why would you say that?”

“I am only asking.” Your eyes fall to the marriage quilt your grandmother gifted you this morning, the fine stitches of tiny purple flowers, just like the kind Mikael would bring to you in the late afternoons, back when everything was planned, simple, and hemmed in squares like fairy tales.

“I am sorry for hurting you. I— perhaps I should have never said.” Mikael sighs heavily, “This is not the kind of wedding I hoped for.”

You hold back the tears that burn in your eyes and try to say as evenly as possible, “I see.” But your lip quivers and the dam bursts and a sob breaks out of you like steam from a valve.

Mikael scoots closer to you and wraps you in his arms. “No, Maral. No I didn’t mean like that. Shhh,” He rubs your back soothingly and you don’t know why you’re still crying but it feels good to cry right now, it is a relief. All the ignored grief, all the loss, the unknown dead the missing living. One good thing about living outside of Siroun is you can sob freely into Mikael’s nightshirt without the neighbors hearing you fall to pieces on your wedding night.

“I meant… Do you remember Lala’s wedding?” His chin rests on your head and he continues to rub your back, you nod your snotty nose into his shirt and hiccup. You can practically feel the way he smiles just from having your face over his heart.

“Do you remember what she looked like? With her elegant dress and, oh, the flowers? The air was full of flowers that night.” His stokes are long and soothing on your back and the longer he speaks the more you melt into his embrace. “And the food, and the music. You looked so beautiful that night, my love. I will never forget as long as I live, the joy in your eyes when you danced with your sister.”

“What are you talking about Mikael?” Your face is still buried in his chest, you scratch his back softly in return. He’s never mentioned Lala’s wedding before, but it feels very important. The wistfulness of his voice makes you think that he’s sharing with you the memories that kept him alive and warm on terrible nights.

“You were wearing a purple dress… it blended into the twilight I remember, and you danced the Arak Bar with your sister… I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. It was her day, yes, but you were the one who was truly shining. I knew I wanted to marry you that night.” The last words are cautious and so becomes his touch. You know it is the shame and grief he holds for his betrayal.

“Why didn’t you ask me to dance that night, Mikael?”

Mikael chuckles and kisses the top of your head, “I am a terrible dancer, my wife.”

You smile, your tears long gone and dry. You squeeze him around the middle and turn your head to kiss him on the neck, a few inches south of his adam’s apple. You let your lips stay in the same spot, savoring the texture of a few errant neck stubbles against the plush of your warm lips.

Mikael hums with great satisfaction, he rubs his warm thumb against your cheek softly. “That is the wedding I wanted for you, Maral. One you deserve. I am sorry. You deserved more, my love.”

His sincerity rumbles under your lips. You give his throat a final kiss before rising up and pressing your mouth to his for the only the second time that day, only the second time ever.

Mikael is gentle and patient like you knew he would be, his pretty eyes are closed softly and he lets you kiss him from above, licking into his mouth and testing the sweetness of his lips. His hands rest carefully on your waist, the only layer of fabric between his warm hands and your hips his the thin cotton of your nightgown. You push your body closer to his, and explore deeper with your tongue.

He tastes better than you could have imagined. He is hot like the nectar of honeyed tea and he sticks to your lips just the same. He is not passive, but warm and giving. He smooths the sides of your hair and his hands cup the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You follow instinct and bring your body over his completely, bracing your knees on either side of his thighs and when the front of you makes contact with the front of him the grip on your neck goes rigid and he groans into your mouth.

Liking the response, you do it again and again, pushing your lap onto his until his kissing verges on aggressive and he’s guiding your mouth with his fist gripping the base of your scalp. His reaction is warranted, you think, it does feel good. Good and hot, his sweet sticky lips making you sweet and hot and sticky where the front of you meets the front of him.

Mikael continues to kiss you and let you rock on his lap while he works your nightdress up your legs. The material is bunched at your waist now and he lays a flat palm over your abdomen, feeling the way your muscles contract there when you grind on him. You lift the nightgown over your head and gently toss it to the floor. Perhaps you won’t need a nightgown again for a very long time. Not here where there’s no one to interrupt your lovemaking, no one to hear your soft moans, save the dune beetles and owls and wolves safely on the outside of your cozy cabin.

He skates the pads of his fingers up and down the bare flesh of your legs, clawing lightly up your ribcage and stroking your back. He lights every nerve ending with his touch like a blaze catching in a dry field. You work your hands under the hem of his shirt, stroking the warm dense flesh of his torso, trying to alight his nerves right back at him.

You pull the soft tunic over his head, delighting in the way your nipples rub against his bare chest. You’re a mess of tongues and soft soothing fingers, you grab him by his soft dark curls, scooting and pushing ever closer to him, savoring each sensation as your bodies attempt to become one.

He kisses with hot open attentions on your burning cheek and down the trembling column of your throat. His nose skims your collar bone, your shoulder, your sternum and your nails scrape his scalp as you try to make your shallow breaths deeper, not wanting to pass out and miss a single moment.

“So beautiful, my love.” He kisses the top of your chest gently and you let your knees fall open even more on either side of his hips. His hardness is barely restrained in his linen pants and you attempt to tug the material down the sides of his wide hips which proves impossible from the way he is seated.

Mikael appears to be unaware of your intentions. He is focused for now on your chest, licking and suckling at your hardened nipples. You claw at his back in a primal ecstasy, subconsciously bringing his mouth closer to you and he jolts against you, releasing your nipple from his mouth in a groan that doesn’t sound fully pleasurable.

“Are you alright, Mikael?”

“Mmmm, I— I am fine.” His voice is strained and his face is hidden between your breasts, forehead resting on your sternum. His shoulders are tense and when you drag your fingers lightly down his back to soothe him you can feel the rough and raised flesh, the heat of the tears and injuries sustained from torture. You caress the hateful lines tenderly, reading the story of suffering etched on the unconsenting canvas of his body. You are certain if there was more light you’d be met with bruises and batterings that are hidden in the eeking moonlight.

“Oh, Mikael—“

“Shhh, I am fine, love. I am fine.” He meets the worry and pity in your eyes and closes his own to place a soft kiss to your lips, lifting his hips from underneath you and shoving the remaining barrier away from your bodies. You reach behind you to pull the sleep trousers down his legs till the garment joins your own on the floor and when you settle back onto his lap, oh gods you can truly experience the full heat of his cock nestled between your slick folds.

You must feel hot to him as well because there is no mistaking his moan for anything but pleasure when you grind on him once more, kissing the noise from his mouth and sighing your own pleasure between his lips.

He shifts his hips up to meet yours, your slickness gliding desperately on the length of his cock.

“Mikael,” you moan, breaking the kiss to rest your forehead on his. Your hips stuttering slick and rhythmic against him. Your noses brush and open-mouthed shallow breaths join the space between your lips, a primal need and heat guiding your movements on his loving lap.

“Am I— oh, am I doing this right?” You whisper with a hint of insecurity.

“Yes. Yes, love. You’re perfect.”

“Mikael, mmmm, Mikael I want you inside of me.” You capture his lips with your own before the request is out, slightly embarrassed by your own desire.

Mikael groans and brings your hips up his groin slightly with his sure gripping hands. Hands that dried your tears, hands that picked you purple flowers. He takes himself in hand and lines his slick covered cock at your entrance, letting you shift back onto him at your own pace, breaking yourself open on your husband’s cock.

“Take your time, Maral. Take your time, love.” His words are patient despite his desperate tone and he seals his intentions with a soft kiss to your scrunched brow.

You bite your lip and lift from his torso slightly, hands braced on the meat of his chest, easing your throbbing cunt down onto him. It doesn’t hurt like you thought it might. Like you’d been warned it would. He feels perfect, he feels made for you, uniquely shaped for the hot throbbing inside of your center to pulse and squeeze on him; and the more you lower yourself, the deeper you need him. Your knees splay flat on the mattress when you’re fully seated and the tiniest thrusting back and forth feels like unmitigated love and ecstasy.

“Oh, Mikael…” you whimper, shifting on him. It’s incredible— every motion, every throb, every push and pull is hotter, better, wetter than the last. You snap your hips to his and nearly shake with the torturous relief. The taboo of sex that you’ve been taught your entire life makes no sense to you in this moment. It’s beautiful, serene yet wild and for a ludicrous instant you understand how even someone as good as Mikael could be tempted to break his morals for such act of hedonistic joy.

Your toes curl and your fingers dig into the flesh of his chest, giving you perfect leverage and balance to slide perfectly down to the base of his cock. Mikael is shaking, his hips rising strong and slow to meet your joining thrusts, Everything inside of you and outside of you is being rubbed just right, from the way Mikael kneads his thumbs into the dimples of your lower back, to the way his cock strokes your pulsing sensitive insides, to the way the base of him rubs against your clit.

“Perfect, my love. You are perfect.” He encourages unsolicited. His moans are all yes’s and perfect’s and beautiful’s, encouraging your primal ministrations up and down, up and down his ever-hardening cock.

Your pace speeds up and you lay on his torso once more, letting him fuck up into you just right as you taste his lips for the hundredth time this evening, for the first night of many more to come.

Your hips chase the elusive peak, the one you can feel at the edges of your senses, but the pursuit doesn’t feel rushed. Mikael lifts his hips in perfect response to your unique rhythm, and you think he must be lying about being a bad dancer for he certainly has a talent for reading and following the lead of your body. He continues the caress of his fingers over every bit of skin he can reach. He comforts and quiets your whines with his mouth and everything in you builds and builds like water behind a dam until it bursts in an instant, cascading down your skin like a warm summer river, like a plunge into a pool. You scream softly into Mikaels mouth, tensing and shaking with pleasure, sliding deeper and deeper onto him, into him, all over him, slick and hot and honey-filled, the waves of it shocking and pulsing like a frantic heartbeat that radiates from the core of you.

“Pefect, perfect, my beautiful, beautiful…” he praises effusively, tensing under you, holding your hips firmly against his own. He groans with relief, loud and strained, pulsing his seed into your slumped form as deeply as he can. The warring heartbeats of your pleasure throb, entwined, tied forever.

The beating slows after a time, as does the speed of your breaths. The gentle thud of his heart under your ear quiets to a steady tempo and you hum the Arak Bar into his sparse chest hair, remembering Lala’s wedding night. Mikael strokes your sweat-cooled back.

“I love you, Maral. With all my heart. I will earn your love. My word can not mean much to you right now, but I will prove it every day if you let me. I swear it.”

If you had more of a jealous heart, you could extend his suffering. You could dig your fingers into his wounds, dragging out his pain and guilt until you were satisfied with his penance.

Mikael pulls your wedding quilt over your bodies, tucking the blanket around you lovingly. Your grandmother’s embroidered purple flowers brush against your cheek and you smile against his chest.

“I love you too, Mikael,” you whisper before placing a tender kiss over his heart.

#Oscar Isaac #mikael boghosian #Mikael Boghosian x reader #Mikael Boghosian x you #Fanfic #fan fiction

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 2 years

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Kingdom of Heaven

Skit of your father's view on chapter one.

Daughters

Kingdom of Heaven

King Baldwin IV x Reader x Tiberias

Mikael was sadly mentally unstable due to the lack of mind physicians in his mountain rural village of (country). General Doctors for the body were rare. And Mikael did not have the coin to travel to Jerusalem or Arabia for his need of aid of his mind. His beautiful late wife passed away from Tuberculosis. He had two precious items. One was a flower his late wife cherished and his daughter, (Name).

Sweet (Name). Daughters were amazing creatures. They marry a stranger and become his life partner to make a place into a home where they become mothers and create a family. Building from the ground up out of nothing. That was impressive. Mikael had a good for nothing arrogant son before you. He ran away to be with a group of actors to live a pleasure life womanizing and drinking. A son is not better than a daughter.

Now, Mikael was alone. He gave the Anemone flower to Name to keep since the King gave Mikael a dowry gift of a new house by the market and warm clothes for the incoming winter. No matter how well Mikael covered his body with wool and furs. His stone house still felt frigid without you.

#kingdom of heaven #king baldwin x reader #king baldwin #king baldwin iv #tiberias #tiberius

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agirlwithtoomuchf-ingtime · 2 years

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Bait - A Mikael Mikaelson x Reader Smut

A/N: Hello! This will be my first post on here and let me just say that this particular story was not planned at all lmao. I know Mikael isn't exactly a favorite, but I tend to fall for the least-favored characters for some unknown reason. I know he's terrible, but he's somehow still attractive to me. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this smutty goodness. I look forward to posting more :)

Warnings: heavy smut (minors dni please), explicit language, spanking, light choking, lots of biting, some bleeding.

Word Count: 6.1k (I really went off)

Being bait for Niklaus and Elijah was by far one of the worst ideas you’ve ever agreed to.

“You’re a fucking coward!” You roar, jabbing your finger into the Original’s chest.

“In what world does anyone blame a child for their wife’s infidelity?!”

Mikael clenches his jaw, an ever-present murderous look shining in his dark eyes.

“Shut up, bitch. You have no clue what you’re talking about.” He hisses, looking down at you with angry glare. You sneer at him.

“I may not have been there when it happened, Mikael, but I have been there for the aftermath of the trauma you’ve left behind and that is enough information for me.” You spit through gritted teeth. You didn’t care how close you were to this poor excuse of a parent. Anger is a powerful emotion. Mikael scowls and before you can even blink, he’s got you up against your living room wall with his hand wrapped around your throat.

“I suggest you choose your next words very carefully before I rip out your vocal cords.” Mikael snarls, his warm breath brushing against your face from how close he is. You’re almost touching noses. Your anger is quickly extinguished and replaced with uneasiness.

“Now, where are my children?” He asks. He's so close that all you can smell is him. His masculine scent makes your mind foggy. Against your better judgement, sinful thoughts start to swim around your head. These carnal flashes only last a few fleeting seconds before you regain your composure. You blink rapidly, snapping out of whatever trance he managed to put you in. Realizing what exactly you just imagined, your cheeks flush into a brilliant shade of red. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you really that touch-starved that you would let a millenia-old vampire, one with serious issues, have you like that? You need to go outside and touch some grass.

“Why are you blushing?” Mikael rumbles, his face twisting into an expression of confusion. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You internally panic as you try to think of a reasonable excuse.

“I-It’s hot in here.” You stamper, cringing internally because you don’t sound convincing at all. Really? That’s what you came up with? You’re so getting killed. Mikael narrows his eyes, obviously not believing you.

“Why does it matter?” You snap irritably in embarrassment. The lewd thoughts that had filled your head confused you and you really did not want to do something you might regret. You have terrible impulse control. Mikeal tilts his head curiously.

“If you won’t tell me the truth, I suppose I’ll just have to figure it out myself.” He says casually and your eyes widen exponentially.

“No! Please don’t do that. Please don’t!” You beg. The idea of him figuring out what a pervert you were made you desperate to convince him to drop it. Mikael, unsurprisingly, does not listen to your pleas and closes his eyes, pressing his free hand against your right temple.

Mortification crawls up your spine as you watch him tense up. He sharply inhales, removing his hand from your temple and looking at you incredulously. You look down, finding yourself unable to look him in the eye out of sheer embarrassment. He removes his hand from your throat and takes a few steps back. What the fuck do you even do in this scenario? What the fuck do you say?! You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Or, better yet, for Mikael to put you out of your misery. The silence that follows leaves you deeply ashamed. Tears prick at your eyes from the utter humiliation.

You’re about to say something when you suddenly feel one of Mikael’s hands roughly cup the underside of your jaw, snapping your head up to make you look him in the eyes. His face holds a hard expression. One you’re unable to decipher. You take a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Such naughty thoughts for a human such as yourself.” He murmurs, using his grip on your jaw to tilt your head to the side. This exposes your neck to him and you swallow nervously. You’re on vervain so he can’t drink from you.

“And having those thoughts about me? There must be something wrong with your head, girl.” You glare at him.

“My name is [Y/N], not ‘girl’.” You grit. Mikael sneers, his face inching closer to yours.

“Your antagonizing responses do nothing to help your current predicament...and only serve to give me more ideas.” His eyes glint darkly as he says this and you widen your eyes. He couldn’t possibly mean what you think he means.

Mikael stares at you for a few more seconds before he moves, barely dragging his lips over the exposed column of your neck. A soft gasp emits from you. You weren’t expecting that. He’s being so...gentle? He traces his mouth up to your jawline, placing a heated kiss there. You sigh quietly at the strangely affectionate action. He follows his sweet gesture with a harsh bite, digging his sharp canines into your throat. You cry out in pain, flinching as you feel him suck in some of your blood. He quickly retracts however, spitting out the red fluid onto your tiled floors. Great. He hacks, likely feeling the burn from the vervain. You quickly press a hand onto the wound. Mikael angrily snaps his eyes into yours, and you feel fear creep up your spine. Annoyance overrides that though.

“It’s not like I knew you were going to do that. Thanks, by the way. Asshat.” You grumble, lifting your hand and looking at the blood that coated it.

“Jeez. You got me good.” You raise your eyebrows, placing your bloody hand back over his aggressive display of lust.

“Don’t expect that to be the only mark, [Y/N].” Mikael growls, making you shiver. The way his deep voice rumbles your name makes your pussy throb. Your body yearns to play into his intense way of things, but you couldn’t help but pretend you weren’t interested because your mind knows this is a terrible idea.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Your voice wavers as he smothers your neck in kisses. His hands squeeze into the meat of your hips. He’s pinning his body against yours, effectively keeping you trapped there. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy being sandwiched against him and the wall.

“What part of you confronting me was a good idea?” Mikael breathes against your neck. You didn’t want to admit that he’s right, so you instead release a breathy moan as he sucks a hickey into your neck. He nips the skin as he gropes your ass and picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. You gasp as he hoists you up, grasping the material of the shirt on his shoulders. You’re face to face with him now. He stares at you intently and you stare back, clearly nervous.

“So enticing…for a human.” He whispers hotly, intense eyes flicking down at your lips. You narrow your eyes at the backhanded compliment, completely aware of the fact that his face is looming closer to yours. His pupils are so dilated that you can barely see the icy blue that outlines them. His scent and closeness is making you dizzy.

“Despite my cruel nature, I do still ask if it is okay to continue further?” He asks quietly, as if he’s almost ashamed to seem respectful. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Mikael Mikaelson? Asking for consent?” You snicker, eyes drooping a bit. A range of emotions cross his serious face, all the way from embarrassment to irritation. You lean in dangerously close, your lips ghosting over his.

“How unexpected.” You purr, moaning as he quickly slots his lips over yours. He kisses you roughly, almost like he’s chastising you for teasing him like that.

“Silly [Y/N],” Mikael growls against your lips. “Thinking she can get away with making me feel humiliated. Perhaps a lesson is needed.” You were about to ask what he meant by lesson but he unexpectedly lifts you away from the wall, making you grasp tightly onto his shoulders.

“Where are we going?” You quickly gasp out, watching as he walks down one of the hallways.

“Your bedroom. Where is it?” He grunts out.

“Last door on the left.” You murmur, tucking your face into his neck.

You press sloppy kisses there. He groans lowly as your soft lips suck the skin of his throat, quickening his pace to get to your bed. He knees open the slightly ajar door, throwing you on your mattress. He looks hungry as he unbuttons your jeans, messing with the hem lightly. His predatory gaze waits for your permission. You nod and he gets to work, stripping you of your pants. His greedy eyes look to see what kind of underwear you’re wearing, and he’s shocked to see a lacy black thong adorning your bottom half tonight. This wasn’t planned in the slightest, but you’re secretly thanking yourself for wearing them. Mikael pulls apart your beautiful thighs, quickly pressing his lips against the soaked fabric of your panties. You weren’t expecting him to do that so suddenly, jolting from the pleasure it gives you.

“Ah- Mikael!” You hiccup, your hand unconsciously wrapping itself in his short hair. He moves his mouth to your sensitive inner thighs, pressing kisses that progressively grow into hickeys. You feel his sharp teeth graze your skin as he grows more aggressive and before you can tell him to stop, he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your left thigh. You yelp in pain and he quickly retracts, not wanting to taste the vervain.

“Mm- fuck.” You whimper, feeling some blood trickle down your skin. Mikael grins darkly, clearly enjoying the quick mess he’s making of you. You gasp suddenly when he unexpectedly picks you up. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and lays you across his lap on your stomach. You feel your face grow hot as one of his hands rubs over your ass, roughly groping the flesh.

“Now [Y/N],” Mikael starts. You moan when he briefly caresses you through your underwear.

“I want you to count for me.” His rich voice rumbles. You quiver at the dominance that’s laced in his tone.

“Okay.” Your voice trembles.

He smooths his palm over your backside, the action feeling almost possessive. You’re given no warning when he lifts his hand and swiftly smacks your right asscheek. You screech at the sting, your face turning a deeper shade of red.

“O-one.” You mumble.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Mikael growls, his other hand grabbing your hair and yanking your head back.

“I said one!” You shout. Mikael runs his hand over the reddening mark, soothing it.

“If you fail to count again, you will not like the consequence.” He growls. You swallow nervously.

“Okay.” You whimper. He lets go of your hair, smoothing his hand over your back. Your shirt is still on. You have no doubt that it’ll come off soon. The next strike comes suddenly, the pain making you jolt. You surprise yourself when you moan.

“Two.” You sigh, clenching your hands into fists. His hand rubs over the sore spot, his fingers catching on the fabric of your underwear. You hear Mikael inhale deeply, a groan leaving his lips.

“Your scent…” He says, his voice noticeably dropping an octave. You gulp. You have a bad feeling about what he just discovered. The following onslaught of smacks makes you scream, each one harder than the last.

“Three! Four! F-five!” You cry out, squirming in his lap from his merciless spanking. Mikael massages your inflamed ass as you whine from the soreness.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He rasps. You tremble as he praises you. The sound of yet another slap bounces around your bedroom. You let out another moan.

“Six.” You say weakly. Your pussy is throbbing with need. You’ve never been this turned on before. As if he read your mind, Mikael stops massaging your red ass and grabs the edge of your lace thong.

“This is your last chance to stop.” Mikael says huskily, brushing the back of his fingers against the skin beneath your panties. You know all too well that this is a really, really bad idea. It’s the worst way to betray Klaus and Elijah. However, you’re technically doing your job. You’re keeping him distracted for them. That doesn’t justify it, but it’s true. You’re way too turned on for this to just end here. With mixed emotions muddling your head, you nod to give Mikael permission. You feel him slowly peel your panties off, shifting you a bit so he can take them off completely. After throwing them into a random corner of the room, you feel him palm your now bare backside. You wince slightly because you’re still sore from his entourage of spanking. As his hand slots closer to your pussy, you noticeably tense up. He chuckles.

“Singing a different tune now are we?” He asks rhetorically. He did not just say that. You look at him the best you can over your shoulder, a glare present in your eyes.

“Shut the f- ahhh!” An embarrassingly loud moan flies out your mouth as he expertly strokes your clit, effectively cutting off whatever angry remark you were making. A smug expression overtakes his face when you open your eyes.

“You were saying?” He chuckles. You scowl at him. Asshole. You keen as he slowly begins to rub his fingers in a circle. Another low chuckle resounds from him. Fucking jackass. You clench your hands into fists, biting your lip to prevent any more noises from slipping out. If Mikael wants to be a dickhead, so be it. You’re not in the mood to play his game. You grit your teeth as he presses harder, continuing to rub in a circular motion. Though your voice definitely gave away how good he makes you feel, your body wasn’t anymore subtle. It’s difficult to control your laboured breathing with the way his rough fingers caress your slick heat, not to mention the small buck of your hips when he teases the entrance. The vampire didn’t press his fingers into you, however. In fact, he pulls his fingers away. Your wired body slumps in defeat.

“I know you’re holding back your voice, girl.” Mikael murmurs lowly, rubbing his wet fingers over your lower back. You feel your red cheeks flare hotter. Without warning, your head is yanked back yet again towards his face. A yelp of surprise leaves your throat, quickly quieted when you feel his hot breath on your ear.

“I need to hear you. I need you to tell me how good it feels. Can you do that?” Mikael whispers huskily. You gasp as he speaks these words to you, your body immediately warming up at the confession. You nod the best you can in his grasp and he lets you go, smoothing his hand up the backs of your thighs. This makes you jump, goosebumps trailing behind his fingertips.

“So sensitive.” He remarks softly, mostly to himself. You tense yet again when his fingers make contact with your pussy, slowly spreading your slick lower lips with his index and middle finger. You gasp when you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet, sensitive skin. A deep groan echoes from him.

“Need to taste you.” He rasps. Your eyes widen as you hear this statement. “Go ahead and lay on your bed, [Y/N]. And discard your remaining clothing.”

You’re still shocked by the fact that Mikael is using your actual name, but you quickly do as you’re told. Your ass is still burning, not to mention the ache of the bites he inflicted too. You nervously take off your shirt and bra and crawl onto your bed, the distant feeling of self-consciousness looming in the back of your mind. You watch him stand up, heated gaze slowly drinking in the rest of your exposed skin. You blush when his eyes connect with yours, his lust for you not hidden. Silently, he takes off his jacket. His long sleeved shirt quickly follows. You’re mesmerized by his fit figure, watching his muscles flex as he pulls the black garment over his head.

Mikael’s eyes snap right back into yours as he tosses his shirt onto the floor. Your pussy pulses as he studies you, looking as if he wants to devour you. Starting to feel unnerved by the unashamed ogling, you wrap your arms around your breasts. Mikael is over you in the blink of an eye, his eyes black and his canines sharp. You gasp as he grabs your arms, growling as he pries them away from your chest. He pins them beside your head, his face leaning close to yours.

“Don’t do that.” He says firmly, his face slowly returning to his normal irritated one. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You definitely weren’t prepared for that party trick.

“O-okay.” You stutter, nervous [e/c] eyes looking in his cerulean ones.

“Good girl.” He whispers, flicking his gaze to your exposed breasts. Your nipples are already hard and it wasn’t because of the cool air. A shit-eating smile upturns his lips. You shake your head.

“Whatever smart ass comment you’re thinking of saying, don’t.” You grumble. A soft gasp expels from you as his right hand gropes your left tit, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. He seems to drink in your reaction, watching you like a hawk.

“Mhm.” Is the Original’s only response as he focuses on his task.

He adds a few more hickeys on your neck, enjoying the way your skin turns purple. You squirm beneath him as he does this, a few small sighs of pleasure leaving your mouth. He drags his tongue down in between your breasts, pressing a kiss on your sternum. Mikael’s remaining hand lets go of your other arm, moving to cup your bust. You gasp when his warm mouth engulfs your nipple, gently sucking it. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin and you instinctively run your hands through his short, dusty blonde hair. He grunts when your nails scrape his scalp, roughly squeezing both of your tits.

You jolt, legs hitting either side of Mikael’s waist. He chuckles deeply, releasing your nipple with a wet pop.

“Trying to close your legs on me, girl?” He murmurs, pressing his lips against your now red bud. You glare at him, facing flaming with embarrassment and lust.

“Fuck off.” You bristle, not in the mood for his smart ass comments.

Mikael smirks. “No.”

You roll your eyes at his irritating reply. Why does your pussy grow wet for this idiot?

“Ah!” You yelp as he sinks his teeth into your right tit. Your fingers clench his hair, pulling it tightly. His responding moan is muffled against your poor breast. He unlatches himself, a dark look of want overtaking his features. You stare back nervously, letting go of his blonde locks. You can faintly feel the blood from the wound trickling down your stomach. You watch as he licks his lips, slowly pecking a trail to where you want him most. His dilated eyes flick to yours as he drags his lips over your navel. He repositions himself onto his stomach and looks at your dripping pussy in all its glory. A visible shudder shoots through him.

Without any further hesitation, Mikael slowly dwelves his tongue in between your slick folds, tasting all that is you. You puff out a breath as he groans, moving his thumb up to your clit. A moan leaves your lips as he rubs his digit over your engorged nub, going back to licking at your pussy. “You taste like sin…no wonder my sons keep you around.” He growls against your cunt.

“M-Mikael!” You reproach, a look of mortification on your face. A loud moan leaves your mouth as one of his fingers slides into you. A look of fascination manifests on his face as he pushes it down to the third knuckle. An obscene cry escapes your throat when he curls the digit.

“You’re so tight too—” You interrupt him when you grab his hair and forcibly shove his face away from your sopping center.

“Shut the fuck up.” You grit lowly. Mikael looks at you with a bewildered expression. You inhale sharply when he moves suddenly, grasping your hips and lifting your lower half as he sits up. You lose your grip on his hair as he does this.

“Getting bold now, are we?” He chides, his sinister look making you gulp. His hands wrap around each of your thighs, opening them to expose your wet heat. You flush up, almost choking when he dives in. He growls as he sucks on your slick skin, his blue eyes reverting to his vampiristic black ones due to the intensity of his want for you. You wail when he presses his tongue against your clit, lapping it before wrapping his lips around and sucking harshly. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you and your back arches. Another animalistic noise vibrates through you, making you cry out yet again.

Mikael’s fingers dig into your thighs, his dark eyes piercing through yours. You pant as he licks and sucks at you, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s almost too much and you find your body heating up faster than your mind can process.

“M-Mikael! Slow do- AH!” You scream when he presses himself harder against your pussy, snarling in disagreement. The vibrations make you shake.

“Pl-Please! Too fast!” You beg, tears pricking your eyes as you continue to race closer.

Mikael doesn’t separate from your twitching heat. If anything, it only encourages him to keep going. You thrash your hips, trying to escape his grasp. He growls possessively, tightening his grip and sucking harder.

With a few more high-pitched cries, you scream as you fall over the edge. Your whole body tenses as you come into the Original’s eager mouth. Mikael moans as you do, drinking all that you have to offer. You whine as he continues to lap at your oversensitive pussy, weakly shaking your head. He eventually detaches his mouth from you, panting heavily. It’s an interesting sight to see your essence running down his chin instead of blood. You flinch when he places one last kiss to your clit before placing your lower half back onto the bed.

He seems to shift uncomfortably as he does. You watch him slide off your bed, standing up tall. His hands move down to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them to the floor. A prominent bulge strains against his briefs and your eyes practically bug out of your head from the outline alone. He smirks.

“Are you enjoying the sight?” Mikael asks, a look of pride gleaming in his eyes.

Your cheeks only get redder when he slips off his underwear, releasing his hard cock. He seems to sigh in relief. You swallow hard at the sight of the intimidating length, flicking your nervous eyes back to his amused ones. A wicked smile graces his face as he walks over and climbs back onto your bed. Your legs reflexibly open to make room for him. The Original settles between your thighs, brushing a hand down your left thigh and pressing lightly against the bite mark he left there earlier. He admires his handiwork, eyes roaming over the various hickeys and bites he inflicted. You watch him, anxiously fidgeting. Your body jumps when you feel him slide his dick over your sensitive clit, a noise of surprise emitting from you.

“Still so wet for me…” He rasps, slowly thrusting against your clit. It’s torturous and you find yourself whining as you twitch hopelessly underneath him.

“Tell me what you want, [Y/N].” Mikael murmurs gently, covering his cock in your wetness.

“Y-You.” You sputter, opening your legs wider. He bites his lip, finding that particular action hot.

“Where do you want me?” He asks huskily, reaching over to cup your right breast. You whimper at the added sensation of him kneading it.

“Inside. I want you inside.” You moan, grinding your hips and shuddering when a jolt of pleasure shoots through you.

Mikael groans when you do this. “Very well…”

You watch his mouth drop open in pleasure as he begins to enter you. You gasp as you feel his girth stretch you, your smaller hand grabbing his hand that is on your tit. A loud, breathy moan expels from Mikael as he slowly continues to press into you.

“Oh… wow…” You whine, arching your back. He pauses about halfway in to give you a break. Your walls clench around him as you try to adjust. His eyes roll back at the feeling.

“So fucking tight.” Mikael hisses, his other hand smoothing over your stomach to cup your left hip. He squeezes your breast, noticing that your hand on top follows the movement.

"How are you faring, [Y/N]?" He asks, seeming to take your well-being seriously. You pant, trying your best to adjust to the Original.

"In a bit of p-pain but u-AH-" You yelp as he pushes forward a little more as you speak. Mikael lets out a noise akin to a snicker, a moan soon following behind it. You try to glare at him while grimacing. You should’ve known it was a trick.

“F-fucking asshole.” You hiss as he pushes himself the rest of the way inside of you. Mikael squeezes your hip as a shiver shakes his body.

“Fuck.” He growls, slowly beginning to pull out. Your back arches as his cock drags against your inner walls. He begins a slow pace, gently thrusting in and out. A mix of both of your moans fill the bedroom. His hand leaves your breast to cup your right hip. You grasp at your bed sheets, struggling to maintain eye contact with the vampire. You whimper when his eyes turn black again, his sharp canines glimmering in the soft light of your room as he curls his lips back.

“Naughty, naughty human.” Mikael snarls, watching your expression twist in pleasure.

“Look at where you’ve gotten yourself. Moaning beneath me like a whore.” He groans, lowering himself on his elbows to get closer to you. You scowl at his words.

“Don’t- hah- call me that.” You spit, gasping when his hand wraps tightly around your throat. You shriek as he roughly thrusts into you, the harsh movement eliciting an audible smacking sound.

“I’ll call you whatever I please, whore. You’re mine.” Mikael rumbles, nibbling your right earlobe. You cry out as he does this, walls clenching from the pleasure it brings. He shudders, squeezing your throat harder. Your head pleasantly tingles from the minimal airflow. The sound of his deep moan reverberating in your ear makes you quiver. You vaguely hear him hiss over the sound of your blood pumping through your ears. His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, his fingers digging into your jawline.

“My dirty, dirty girl. You’re taking me so well.” Mikael groans, his lips crashing into yours. You squeal into his mouth as he begins to move faster, his cock rubbing all the right places. Your body jolts when his thumb slides against your clit, your moans jumping in volume when he begins to massage it. You can feel another orgasm beginning to brew in your lower belly. Your hands fly up to claw at his back. He separates his mouth from yours to watch your pleasured expression. You scratch his shoulders as he brings you closer, your wails getting progressively higher in pitch.

“AH! M-Mikael! Fuck!” You whine. “S-So good!”

He groans as he speeds up, hitting against you even harder.

“Come for me. Come all over my cock, pretty girl.” Mikael murmurs against your lips, his hot breath deliciously brushing against yours.

Mikael’s thumb brushes faster over your clit as he now slams into you.

“I’m-I’m gonna come! I’m coming!!” You scream Mikael’s name as your orgasm rips through you, your vision turning white from the force of it. He grunts as your walls tightly clench around his cock, practically milking him.

“Fuuuck!” Mikael growls as the pressure from your pussy makes him come, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Your thighs shake as you slowly come down from your high, pitiful moans leaving your throat as he slowly pumps himself in and out to prolong your pleasure. You hiss from the sensitivity as he pulls himself completely out, pushing himself up to his knees to look at your abused hole. His cum begins to seep out and he bites his lip at the sight. You flinch when he collects it on his fingers, slowly pushing it back inside you.

“Good girl.” Mikael murmurs as he continues to push his seed into you, loving the way you clench around his fingers from the sensitivity.

“S-Stop Mikael. Please.” You whine. He surprisingly listens to you, quickly pressing a smooch against your raw clit and chuckling when you jolt from it. You cringe when you feel his cum ooze out of you, surely ruining your sheets. The bed dips as he lays next to you, his warm breath fanning the side of your neck. You sigh in pleasure as he softly kisses it.

“Are you always this touchy with your flings?” You ask, biting your lip as his hand caresses your stomach.

“Who said you were a fling?” Mikael rumbles against your throat. You feel your face heat up.

“What does that mean?” You ask nervously, turning your head to look at him. He captures your lips passionately, hungrily kissing you before he pulls away.

“Exactly what you think.” He smiles and it looks genuine.

Shit.

After about an hour of resting, you find the strength to lift your sore body off of the bed. You groan as you stretch, swinging your legs off the edge of your mattress and getting up. You’re a little wobbly, but can walk without help.

“Where are you going?” Mikael grunts, running his tired gaze over your naked figure.

“I’m taking a shower.” You respond, grabbing some comfortable clothes and carefully walking to your bathroom.

As you enter the private room, you close and lock the door behind you. Having shared your personal space for a few hours, you need a break. You turn on the shower, turning the dial to a pleasantly warm stream. As the shower heats up, you look at yourself in the mirror. Dried blood coats your neck, chest, and thighs thanks to the bites Mikael aggressively inflicted. You poke at the various hickeys left on your body. They’re almost black in color. Oof. You turn around to look at your butt. Your ass is a light purple, a few handprints still visible. You’re kind of impressed, but you won’t be able to sit normally for a bit. You check the water, finding it perfectly heated. You sigh as you step underneath it, swinging the shower curtain closed behind you. You collect some body wash to scrub the blood off you, wincing when you run the suds directly over the wounds. The water runs pink momentarily as the blood runs off of you.

As you reach for your shampoo, two big hands grab your hips and pull you backwards. You scream as whoever it is wraps an arm around your torso. They chuckle and you immediately stop struggling. You never thought you could ever get irritated this fast before. You flip around and smack Mikael in the face.

“You scared the fuck out of me, asshole!” You snap. Mikael rubs his jaw while he laughs at you.

“I couldn’t resist.” He murmurs, blue eyes flicking over your body.

You glare at him.

“No. I’m trying to shower. The door was locked for a reason.” You huff, turning back around to grab your shampoo. As you lather the soap into your hair, you can feel Mikael run his hands up your sides.

“Mikael.” You warn, closing your eyes as you go underneath the warm water to rinse your hair. You yelp when you feel his hand grope your injured tit.

“Stop! You’ll reopen the wound.” You hiss, smacking his hand away. You hear him chuckle before he bites your shoulder playfully. You flinch when you feel his blunt teeth nibble the skin.

“Can I please finish my shower?” You whine as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his hard cock press against the crook of your ass.

“No.” Mikael replies, his right hand creeping towards your pussy. Goosebumps prickle over your skin at the intimate sensation. You moan when his fingers slide over your clit.

“P-Please. I just need to use condi- Fuck!” You wail as his middle and index finger thrust inside of you. You can hear Mikael inhale behind you.

“Dirty, little [Y/N]…thinking she can do what she pleases.” He grumbles, torturously dragging his fingers in and out of you. You whimper at his degrading words.

“Mik- ah!” You squeal when he growls just beside your ear, his left hand possessively grabbing your hip and pulling you impossibly closer. He strokes your clit, his warm breath grazing your right ear. Moans and whines of pleasure fill the shower and you find yourself instinctively grinding against his fingers.

“Yes…ride my fingers you slut.” Mikael rasps, nibbling your ear as you work yourself to yet another orgasm. With another breathless wail, you climax all over his fingers. He holds your twitching body, whispering vulgar things into your ear as the high washes over you. Your legs are extremely shaky again and you slowly sit down in your bath, letting the warm stream run over you. Mikael sits behind you, carding his fingers in your scalp. He helps to massage the conditioner in your hair, his touch delicate and relaxing. When the product rinses out of your hair, Mikael turns the water off, helping you out of the shower. He sets you on your toilet and helps you dry off. As he massages the towel over your head, you can’t help but ask him.

“Why are you doing this?” You blurt. Mikael pauses for a second before resuming his task.

“Because I like you.” He replies, beginning to dry himself off.

“But…why?” You look at him, so confused yet so captivated.

“I’ve never had someone so brazenly in my face like you always are. You’re not afraid to stand up to me, which is…very attractive if not a little maddening.” You feel your cheeks flush up. Mikael smiles and places your towel on its respective hook.

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.” He chuckles. You purse your lips, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact.

“Do you need help walking?” You test your legs and find them stable enough to walk on.

“No. Thank you though.” You mumble, cautiously making your way back into your bedroom. It’s wild. You were supposed to be bait, but you ended up being caught anyway. How the hell are you going to face Nik and Elijah after this?

“You’re very deep in thought.” You gasp when you feel his hands slide over your hips.

“What are you thinking about?” Mikael asks softly in your ear, making you swallow thickly.

“Niklaus and Elijah. I don’t think I can ever face them again.” It’s painful to admit openly. You can feel the Original father tense at the mention of his children.

“So don’t.” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck. You sigh in pleasure.

“It’s not that simple Mikael and you know it.” You murmur, sliding your hands over his tan arms and interlocking your fingers with his.

“Let’s just go back to bed, darling. Best not to fret on it. You’ll just make yourself feel worse.” You nod, moving towards your bed with the vampire following close behind. His hands are still possessively wrapped around you. He only lets go of you so you can climb onto the bed. You feel him dip down beside you, his hands not too far behind. His fingers grip the concave of your waist, softly massaging the area. He pulls you up against his naked form, his lips pressing into the back of your neck. You feel yourself relaxing against him. Strange how quickly you grew accustomed to the thousand year old vampire’s presence.

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l-r-christian · 2 years

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L.R's fairytale series

Just a little series idea as I was watching a lot of Disney Princess movies with my nieces and this idea popped. So I'll be loosely basing these off of Disney versions of the Princesses. Make a guest of which fairytale is which 😉

Fluff - 💭 Angst - 💔 Spicy - ❤

'The Beast found love' 💭💔❤; pairing - Klaus M. x Bookworm!Black!Reader, Summary: After being accused of being a witch by her fiancée, Y/N made a run for it though the wood that no one dared to go through as it is rumors of a beast.

'So this is love' 💭💔; pairing - Elijah M. x Black!Reader, Summary: Y/N had a happy childhood until her father remarried and now is treated like a servant by her stepmother when the word is spread that the Prince is looking for a wife.

'Hoist the sails' 💭❤; pairing - Finn M. x Black!Reader, Summary: Y/N had grown bored with her life under the sea when she meets the feared Pirate King and Finn believed he caught the most beautiful treasure

'Let me warm your heart'💭💔❤; pairing - Kol M. x Witch!Black!Reader, Summary: Y/N had isolated herself from her village after her magic had grown stronger causing a deep freeze. When Kol came and settled in the village with his siblings and heard the rumors of a snow witch had cursed the village so he went looking for her.

'The colors of love' 💭💔; pairing - Rebekah M. x Nativeamerican!Reader, Summary: Before becoming a vampire, Rebekah had her first love that her brothers help hide from Mikael. Y/N had shown Rebekah just how beautiful love could be even if it wasn't going to last.

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 2 years

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A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!

Female reader or GN reader only please!

I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.

Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.

Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.

** indicates smut, both light and heavy.

Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)

Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)

Day 7 - Catching a cold || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)

Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)

Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)

Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)

Day 12 - Lonely || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )

Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)

Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)

Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.

Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.

Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)

Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.

Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.

Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.

Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.

Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.

Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.

Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.

Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.

Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.

Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.

Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)

#aerynwritesdc21 #richard alonso muñoz x reader #jonathan levy x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #santiago garcia x reader #victoriano ramirez x reader #laurent leclaire x reader #mikael boghosian x reader #llewyn davis x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #duke leto x reader #poe dameron x reader #abel morales x reader #sfw.#nsfw.

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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Demons Within

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Request: Angst fic where Elijah accidentally kills reader bc he’s lost control? (Red door Elijah?) -Anon

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Chatacter death, angst, canon typical blood and gore.

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of may madness! I hope after yesterday’s fic that you guys are still looking forward to the next month’s worth! Here’s an angsty fic that I know you guys have been waiting for! Day two and going strong!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Y/N was running for her life. Not the on the run from Mikael, running for life. This time, it was different. Y/N was running from the one person she never thought she ever would run from.

Fear wasn’t supposed to be coursing through her, but in that moment it had. She shouldn’t have been afraid of the person that was after her. She should have been able to stand her ground and fight, just as she always had. She should have been able to break through to the man that was after her. But after several failed attempts, there was nothing else she could do.

It didn’t matter how fast she ran or how far she went, she knew there was no getting away. She could hear the way his own feet met the ground. The crunching of the leaves under the weight of his shoes loud in her ears as she ran. She didn’t dare a glance back. She knew he was right there, almost within reach. She should know, this was her husband she was running from.

There were many things that Y/N had known in her existence. She watched as the world changed around her and her loved ones as they went on with their lives. People they had once known long gone, either by their own hands or the passage of time. Being a vampire, an original at that, meant the lives of the people you knew were gone in the blink of an eye.

As the years passed like simple hours, there were things they survived. Things that they faced, enemies they fought and bested. And even those that are immortal are faced with darkness that even they don’t know the depths of the darkness that lay within them. It was that darkness that was deeply rooted in her husband’s subconscious that caused her to run for her life.

Esther’s magic had done as intended. The facade that Elijah hid behind throughout the majority of his existence, had been destroyed. The red door left wide open with slightest of triggers that enabled the darker side of himself to breach the surface.

Y/N should have been able to break through to him. She should have been able to reach the man that she knew was currently buried underneath the darkness. For the few times she had almost lost him to that darkness, she had been able to pull him back. She had watched as her words of love and care had caused the coldness in his eyes to disappear and return to the warm, inviting brown that she had grown to love. But it hadn’t worked this time around.

The soft touch of her fingers running along his face as the veins under his eyes played should have made him recognize who was in front of him. The way they trembled slightly as they moved down to his neck, should have recognized that she would still be there for him while he fought it. But it was the way his hand had grabbed a hold of her arm and twisted it in a way that a sickening snap could be heard before she cried out in pain that told her, he was deeper in the abyss than he had ever been.

Her few simple steps back caused him to take a step towards her with each one. The darkness within his eyes every indication that he had no recognition of her. That the woman he loved was currently a stranger, a threat that needed to be dealt with.

It was the reason she ran. The only reason that she decided to turn and run from him. She needed to give him time. Time to hopefully get through the darkness that was surrounding him. To hopefully come to his senses before he could get a hold of her. Y/N knew that he could and that he would.

Y/N may have been Elijah’s wife, but she had turned a handful of years after he had turned. She was strong, but not as strong as he could be. She had to at least out smart him for the time being. To keep herself alive for as long as she could, because even she knew that in a fight against her husband, she would lose.

It was when Elijah’s footsteps went quiet that she stopped running. The woods that surrounded them thick enough for her to hide in plain sight. She turned quickly in search of him. But her eyes couldn’t spot him. Her mind screamed that he must have come to his senses, that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Her ears trying to pick up anything. The slightest movements of anything that would indicate where he was. But she couldn’t hear anything. Even her breathing had been silenced knowing that Elijah would be able to hear it in some form or another. She knew he was out there, she just didn’t know where.

As her eyes moved along the trees in her eyesight, her head tilted as she took in a tree not too far off. There was something familiar about. It was the way some of the branches had been broken to one side. The leaves barely hung on as the slight breeze made its way through.

It was then that realization had hit her. Elijah had been steering her in the direction that he wanted. She was supposed to be the one in control of this situation. But the tree proved that she had currently been going in circles. A game of chase that she knew Elijah was all too familiar with.

That was when she felt his hand grab a hold of her arm and spun her around before pinning her to the tree beside her. A startled yelp passed her lips as he had done so. Not by the action itself but the way Elijah had now looked as he stood before her.

The clean suit he had on some time ago had now been covered in blood. Blood had covered his lips and trickled down his neck. The blood pooled at his collar of his white button up. His eyes still filled with murder. She lifted her hand up to cover her mouth as she looked him over. She knew that for the few moments she had lost him, he had found someone else to prey on before he returned for her.

“‘Lijah.” She said with a slight shake of her head as she dropped her hand. Y/N knew she needed to get through to him. “It’s me. You know me. You’ve known me for centuries.”

Their eyes never left the others. Even as Elijah kept her pinned against the tree, he never looked away from her eyes. Deep down within Elijah he knew her eyes were familiar. That they were something that had always brought comfort to him. But all he could see was a threat that needed to be taken care of.

She was to be another body that he had kept locked away behind the red door. For as his mother had once said to him, the women he loved were butterflies. Ones that he loved to tear the wings off of them. And in his darkened thoughts, Y/N was a butterfly ready to be dewinged.

Her voice, while familiar, hadn’t brought any recognition to his mind once more. Even when he heard her words earlier that day, they hadn’t meant anything to him now. Not even as she explained who she was before he brought his hand up to her throat.

Y/N placed her hand on top of his trying to pull his hand away from her. But the harder she fought to get his hand away from her neck, the tighter his grip became. Y/N gasped as she tried to at least break any of the bones in his hand to get some reaction out of him. Just before she expected to hear the sickening crack of a bone breaking, he had pulled her away from the tree by her neck, before slamming her back against it.

Her hands fell to her sides as she looked Elijah in the eyes. Her mind racing for something, anything that could be done. “You know me, Elijah.” Her voice strangled against his hold. “I can show you.”

She lifted her hand once more, bringing it up slowly to his face. If she couldn’t get through to him with words or touch, she was going to try through memories. He watched as she raised her hand up to his face slowly. His eyes going back and forth between the two before her fingers brushed along his face.

It was enough to begin a small connection. One that Y/N had barely been able to show how they met before a loud cry of pain left her lips, causing her hand to fall from his face and the connection lost. Her eyes looked down to see Elijah remove his hand from her neck, only to see the other shoved into her chest.

The way his hand gripped on her heart told her he could feel every beat of it. Every chance it tried to pump the blood through her veins, he could feel it. He was literally holding her life source in his hand.

Tears of pain and sadness began to flow out of her eyes as she watched him. He was studying her for a moment. It was strange to both of them. It was if there was a part of him that was fighting to save her, or even kill her. It was the way his head tilted as his hold on her tightened.

Another scream passed her lips. She was afraid to move. Afraid to try anything. The pain that radiates through her overpowering anything else she was trying to get through her mind. She knew if she tried anything else, all Elijah had to do was pull and that’d be the end of it.

It was then that her mind had made a decision. The thought itself had caused the tears to rush down her face a little more before she nodded her head. Her eyes took in his face one last time. She wanted to see it. She wanted him to see that it was going to be okay.

“I-it’s okay.” She found it becoming harder to speak. Even as she spoke she felt the way his hand moved even the slightest bit, causing her to groan. “I’m not scared. I promise. It’s n-not your fault if you do this. It’s going to be okay. Just know that I love you.”

It was as she went to place her hand on top of his arm, as a comforting touch, she felt the tug of her heart. With one last cry of pain, Y/N went slack against the tree. Her heart in Elijah’s hand as he took a step back, watching as Y/N’s body fell to the ground a moment later.

The cold unrecognizable eyes were still dark as he dropped her heart by her body. For the threat he acknowledged earlier had been subdued. The threat to his family and even to himself had been taken care of. His actions are no longer hidden behind the red door that haunted him for centuries. It became easy to walk away from the body that was now ashen gray.

But deep down, the part of him that was drowning in the darkness knew that he had just lost the woman he loved to the very monster his parents created. Where she was the light in his life, the darkness that surrounded him smothered her and he was once again left with nothing.

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freelancearsonist · 2 years

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Put Your Emptiness to Melody

Mikael Boghosian x fem!Reader

Rated MA for a comfort blowjob, indirect references to ptsd, maybe unhealthy coping mechanisms for said ptsd, and allusions to pregnancy/ttc

1,141 words

A/N: the first few paragraphs of this has been sitting in my wip folder for nearly a year and i finally got around to finishing it 😂 this is basically just porn without plot with a title taken from a hozier song (to noise making (sing)) and i regret nothing 😂i hope you all enjoy this quick little thing 🥺

“Mikael, my love. It is late,” you state with a soft smile. “Come to bed. Please. I cannot sleep without you, and I know my embrace relaxes you.”

Your husband sighs deeply but musters a smile, eyes flickering up to meet yours as he marks the page of the book he’s reading and sets it aside.

“I suppose you’re right,” he murmurs. You can hear the exhaustion in his tone, and it breaks your heart a little bit.

It breaks your heart even more that his swirling thoughts keep him awake even when he’s this tired.

You take his hand and pull him into the bedroom with little resistance, a soft smile on his worn face as your hands gently help him out of his clothes.

“Thank you again for making dinner tonight,” you tell him as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

He gets this way when he remembers too much. He needs to use his hands—keep himself busy to keep himself distracted. So you knew right away when you returned from errands and smelled dinner on the stove earlier that evening that he was having a bad day.

“It was nothing,” he shrugs bashfully. “Just wanted to do something nice for my beautiful wife.”

“How was your day?” It’s whispered against his collarbone between scattered kisses as you push his shirt off his shoulders.

He takes a moment, losing a deep sigh before he answers. “Long.”

“I can tell you had a rough day,” you tell him gently. “I’m sorry, my love. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just… stay with me.”

The poor darling is always so scared of losing you, as if he’ll wake up and you’ll have vanished completely. You can’t blame him, after everything he’s been through, but you wish you could help him know that you’re not going anywhere.

“I’m here,” you tell him as you tug on his belt. “I’m always gonna be here. I’m yours ‘til death do us part.”

He doesn’t tell you that you never know exactly how soon death may part the two of you—he doesn’t want to ruin the mood. Not when you’re helping him out of his pants and hooking your fingers in the waistband of his boxers.

“We’re a bit uneven here,” he points out with a boyish grin—it warms your heart to see his mood lifting already. “May I help you out of this nightgown?”

“You may,” you giggle. No matter how many times you do this, how long you’ve been together, he always makes you feel like a lovesick teenager.

You hum happily when he gently pulls your nightgown over your head, but you stop him when his lips instinctually fall to skim over the tops of your breasts.

“Let me take care of you, darling,” you insist gently as you push him back onto the mattress. “You’ve already done so much for me tonight, let me return the favor.”

Normally, Mikael loves to focus his attentions on you and bringing you pleasure—but he can’t deny that being the center of attention sounds nice right now. He wants to lose himself in your ministrations, and he’s sure you’ll be able to quiet his mind.

He lets out a muffled moan when your tongue slowly traces up his half-hard length, swirling around his tip before your lips envelope him.

It takes a matter of seconds before he’s completely hard and aching in your mouth, and you’ve always been proud of how quickly you can get him there.

“Ohhhh, darling…” it’s not spoken so much as it’s moaned, a companion sentence to the way his hands wind into your hair and and gently urge you to take him deeper.

“Is this what you’ve been needing today?” You purr before taking him a bit deeper, and a glance up has you smiling around his cock because all he can do is nod his head vigorously and hope it gets his point across.

He goes to squeeze his thighs together against the onslaught of pleasure but your hands are quicker and you push his legs further apart, spreading him open in a way that most men would find slightly uncomfortable but that Mikael has come to love.

He adores when you take control—when you position him exactly how you want him and do what you please. He always ends up satisfied when he lets you take charge.

And he’s certainly satisfied now, even before he’s reached his peak. You can see in the way his chest heaves and his legs twitch and his toes curl while you suck him as deep as your throat can handle. His curls are a mess from thrashing about against the pillow behind his head and you can’t deny that this is your favorite version of him. Nearly completely undone because of you, disheveled and not thinking about the life he’s lost or the worries of tomorrow.

He’s truly himself like this, and you think he’s beautiful.

You crawl up and sink down on his cock right as he’s about to finish and it does him in twofold—he bucks up against you and you have to seat most of your weight on his hips to keep him from flinging you across the room with the power of his thrusts as he fills you with load after load of his thick, warm cum.

“Christ,” he pants after a long few minutes of trying to regain his breath, and you can’t help the giggle you emit when you see the blissed out grin on his face.

You lean down and press your lips firmly to his, moaning against his mouth when his hands come around you to pull you down harder on his softening cock.

“You know, the whole ‘we can’t waste a drop’ thing was truly only for before you were with child,” he teases breathlessly, and it pulls an easy laugh from you.

“Maybe I just like feeling you fill me.”

“I like feeling me fill you.” He hums as he nuzzles into your neck, so sated that he can barely keep his eyes open. You’re sure he’s falling asleep so you go to roll to his side when his hands grip your hips firmly to keep you in place.

“Can I stay… within you tonight?”

“Of course, my love.” You press another kiss to his lips as his eyes flutter shut, the day’s stress finally vanishing from his expression. Like this, nestled safely within your folds, it’s hard to imagine you vanishing while he sleeps. It’s why he can finally drift off as your fingers gently pet and play with his hair, and why he sleeps all the way through the night for the first time in a long time.

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kmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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One Thing: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I’ve been waiting for your requests to be reopened! I’m so excited!!! 😄

It takes place before they become vampires and it’s from Kol’s perspective. How he met the reader as kids, playing together, their first kiss, their first time, getting married and finally the events that led to them turning into vampires. Just a bunch of his flashbacks on his life with the one he loves.

I love your work hun!

Yes, I know the gif isn’t from before they were vampires, but I couldn’t find one that I hadn’t already used. Anyway, it should make sense once you read. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

“There’s always time for games.”

Games. The essence of childhood. Of course, such things had evolved since Kol had played that first game with Y/N. They were no more than six years of age, and Kol had already been captivated by the girl sitting on a tree stump all by herself. Even then, he had wanted to make her happy.

Even then, he had decided that he loved her.

He didn’t really know what the word meant at such a tender age, but he knew that the speed at which his heart was beating, the way her smile made his cheeks redden, wasn’t normal. He figured it must be love, that strange thing he had heard so many adults speak about before.

He had asked her if she wanted to play his game with him, the simple act of throwing a ball between the two, and she had nodded, still so shy, still so pretty,

It was a game they started to play most days, until the day that Y/N brought one of her own. She told Kol that he had to chase her, had to try and catch her. At first, he never could – she was always much faster than him – but one day, he finally managed to catch up to her.

He tackled her to the ground and the two children laid on the forest floor and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

“I imagine if Mikael were upon us, Niklaus would be quite dead.”

Mikael’s brutality had never escaped the eyes of Y/N, Kol knew that. She had grown up watching her friend’s father abuse his children, especially his middle child, and she had never said a word. Kol didn’t blame her for being scared.

He never blamed her for anything. Not even when, at the age of sixteen, a decade after Kol had met her, she tried to interfere.

She had tried to stop Mikael and as a result, the patriarch had raised his hand, ready to strike a blow at her. Kol had never felt fear like it, and for the first time in his life, had used his magic against his father. Before Mikael could react, both Kol and Y/N ran.

Y/N was in tears by the time they were out of MIkael’s way, and Kol had held her tight as her body wracked with sobs, with apologies of I just wanted to help and now he’s going to hurt you.

He reassured her with words of it’s okay, I only care about you.

As Y/N looked up at him, the atmosphere shifted, and Kol did the one thing he had been waiting to do for so long.

He kissed her, for the very first time.

That changed everything.

“He killed Portheo? What a beast! Then again, Father’s always hated you most.”

It was true. Mikael hated his middle child the most, but it didn’t stop him from hating Kol’s new girlfriend. He hated Y/N ever since that day, and only a few months on, he had made his opinions clear. He never laid a hand on her, instead offering snide remarks to the rest of his family.

It was a comment about her sleeping with half of the village that made Kol snap, that had him confessing just what he’d been planning to his father. “Then you won’t like it very much if I ask her to marry me, will you?”

Mikael looked at Kol with rage in his eyes, and Kol prepared himself for the blow. Instead, it came verbally. “Do what you want. I’ve never had much hope for you anyway.”

Kol left, slamming the door behind him.

When he arrived at Y/N’s, she looked at him with such concern in her eyes that it warmed his heart. His father’s words left his mind as he kissed her with longing, pulling away just long enough to ask her that question.

She accepted his offer, and proposed her own question as she pulled at his clothes.

He let her pull his tunic over his head, let her pull him into her bedroom, let her see him in all his natural glory for the very first time. When she rid herself of her own clothes, that was when he really saw her for what she was.

Beautiful.

“Perhaps I’ll stay here, make myself Mayor.”

As Kol looked at the woman walking down the aisle to meet him, he couldn’t help but think of everything he had ever promised her. He would give Y/N a most perfect life, would be the ideal husband for her. Two years had passed since he had told her he loved her for the first time, and now he here was, about to say it as her husband.

He was so lucky to have Y/N and he would make sure she knew it, make sure she got everything she deserved. He would get a good job, would provide for her and their inevitable family.

He would do anything for her, even die.

She finally reached him, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, taking his hand in hers as they said their vows. Hours seemed to pass before their union was finally declared, before they were finally man and wife.

He swept her into his arms and kissed her with as much love as that first time all those years ago. Kol never would have thought that the girl on the tree stump would be the one thing that he wanted to protect, the one thing that he loved with all of his heart.

But she was, and she was perfect.

She was his.

“I think I’ll take my chances.”

Kol had taken many chances before, but this one was unlike any of the others. His mother had told him of a spell, of one that would make her children invincible. He had agreed to let her perform it on him, but only if she did so on his wife as well. He had been married to Y/N for two years now, and he couldn’t imagine life without her, couldn’t imagine a life where she was unprotected. Esther had agreed.

Now all that was left was to convince Y/N.

He proposed the idea to her over dinner, and she looked at him with wide eyes. “Immortal?”

“Imagine that. You and I. Together. Forever.”

Y/N seemed to chew on his words, and he reached over and grabbed her hand, thumb brushing over her knuckles in reassurance. She looked at him, and nodded. “Okay.”

Of course, neither had no idea what they were really in for.

“There will come the day where I will not be so easily subdued. And then, I will make you suffer.”

Kol would have thought of another memory, but he knew that he would soon be slipping into unconsciousness. So instead, he thought of the face of the love of his life, Y/N.

She would be safe in the company of his brothers, he knew that, and she would follow them onto the ship that would take them away from Spain.

As the dagger made its way to his heart, Kol thought of the face of the one constant in his life, the one person that had been by his side.

Y/N. His own version of Always and Forever.

The better version, too.

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Klaus x Reader

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“So you found the spell, what do you want from me?” Klaus asked furiously. He’d been called to the boarding house, pulled away from his watch over you inspecting his art, to deal with inferior creatures that seemed unable to function without him.

“Bonnie isn’t powerful enough to use the spell.” Elena said defensively, stepping in front of Bonnie when Klaus bared his fangs at her.

“Well I’ll have someone find you a stronger witch.” He snapped before vanishing, leaving them to wonder where he was keeping you.

“You look different now.” Klaus smiled when you jumped and turned away from the painting in front of you.

“I don’t want this spell lifted, I don’t want to lose Elena and Jer… Aunt Judith.” Your fingers reached out to brush the paint and he gently caught your hand.

“You never could keep those hands to yourself.” You looked up at him as he swallowed and twisted his fingers into yours, before you got uncomfortable enough to pull away, he dropped your hand and hurried over to the corner of the room.

“I managed to save your flower for you… when we first settled in Fell’s church you said you’d never seen something that could rival the beauty of the sun setting over the sea.” He pulled back the panel that had stood against one wall, revealing a large pot of dirt with the same flowers that grew around your window pane at home,

“Aunt Judith thinks it’s odd the flower seems to grow just for me.” You muttered, forgetting to fill in the vampire on what it was you meant but he seemed more engrossed in watching you finger the delicate purple petals.

“I named it after you, it has become very popular.” He smiled at you and moved away, leaving you with the plant.

“Thank you.” You whispered. Despite the kidnapping and threats against your siblings Klaus seemed… oddly indifferent to upsetting you, unlike Damon who almost tore your throat out the first time you met.

“A small gesture for a love I lost.” He muttered. You ran your fingers across one of the many sculptures and pulled your hand back, he was right, you learnt by touch and the desire to hold everything you saw was almost a hidden need.

“How did I get like this, clearly what you have told me is true enough for my sister and her brood of vampires to believe you.” You ask, settling down on the end of your bed as you wait for his answer.

“It is a very long story (Y/N) one that I will not know all of until you remember yourself.” He hesitated for a moment before beginning to speak.

{Flashback}

“What have you done, she had no part of this… have you become so blinded by your need for power that innocent people must die?” Klaus hissed at his father hysterically as you didn’t resurface from the lake beneath him.

“You are a savage animal, what I did was mercy compared to a life with you.” Mikael spat back. He didn’t notice the flower you’d dropped being crushed beneath his boot but the desperate hybrid’s fingers plucked it from the ground and cradled it in his hands.

“Father, how could you do it?” Rebekah yelled bravely as she tore through the woods, following the sounds of her brother’s despair. He raised a hand to slap her but Elijah appeared just in time to take the blow.

“I will not be questioned by my own children.” He hissed, storming away, leaving the siblings to comfort one another.

Your gasp for air was sad and desperate, drawing the attention of the Mikaelson patriarch. He watched you pull yourself from the lake, sitting for a moment to take stock of what happened to you, before making his presence known.

“I never thought we ourselves could create another.” His ramblings made no sense to you as he held your chin up so he could look at your face closely.

“What have you done to me?” You sobbed. He frowned before lifting you to your feet by your arm.

“You must eat; do not worry I will find a witch to keep you safe from my wife’s bastard.” His voice attempted to be soft and comforting but made your skin crawl. You didn’t dare cry out for help, assuming he would have killed Niklaus for attacking him and showing such defiance.

“So he used compulsion to keep me under his control, why didn’t it wear off when he died?” You asked. Before you could panic Klaus was on his feet gently placing his hands on your shoulder.

“The witches, he forced the Gilbert’s, Lockwood’s and Bennet’s to protect you and the tradition was passed down. I have no doubt your Aunt knows something of your secret but hasn’t the heart to say anything… admittedly from me but not only did that guarantee your obedience, it erased any oddity of your ageing.” He took his hands away as you shook your head and pushed his arms.

“Aging oddity, I remember my birthdays and Elena’s birth… we fought over who could hold Jeremy first, my mother told me off on my sixth birthday for pushing Elena off a chair.” You yell at him frantically, pacing the room. He reached to comfort you but you shoved him away as tears fell down your cheeks.

“They are not real memory’s, the power in the land here keeps anyone that is human from seeing the truth.” You let Klaus wrap you in his arms as your legs gave out underneath you.

“But… No, I… you’re not taking those memories from me by undoing that spell.” You say firmly pounding your fists against the vampire’s chest.

“They will still remain (Y/N), if they didn’t everyone in Fell’s Church would know that you haven’t aged for a thousand years… all it will mean is, you will remember me and your real parents.” His voice cracked a little as he felt you give into the longing to rest yourself against him.

“But what if they don’t?” You whispered. He didn’t reply as he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the end of your bed.

“I will find a witch powerful enough to make sure they do.” He beckoned you to follow him and led you to a car with blacked out windows, indicating for the man in the front to take you wherever you wanted to go and shut the door without another word to you.

“Elena!” You ran up the Boarding house drive, wrapping your arms around your sister and began sobbing into her shoulder.

“Listen to me even if you forget… we forget, we love you, when Mom and Dad died you were with us and you lost them to and everything with Jer… you’ll always be our sister.” You smiled and wiped the tears from her cheeks before embracing Bonnie.

“I’m sorry if I’d have known what Grams was doing…” You hugged your best friend and smiled.

“You always do what’s right Bonnie; you can’t fix something you don’t know is broken.” She grinned at you.

“Well this is all very touching lady’s but I have to prepare my home for an invasion of narcissistic immortals so if we could move it inside.” Damon snapped from behind you. you shared a silent smile with Stefan as you fell in step with him.

Three hours later Klaus and two other vampires appeared in the doorway dragging a woman they claimed to be causing trouble for several vampires. You reluctantly agreed to sit where they told you and Bonnie began hovering over the witch’s shoulder to make sure she was doing the spell correctly.

She began chanting something over and over, the room seemed to heave and shrink around you until it vanished entirely and there was just a plain door with a bolt in front of you. without hesitation you opened the door and let what was behind it wash over you.

“(Y/N) …. Oh god please be ok, please… don’t leave us.” Elena’s tears felt like cold droplets of ice on your skin and for a moment you couldn’t move.

“Drink this.” The blond woman that Klaus had come with was kneeling on the other side of you, holding a slightly warm baggie of blood.

“Rebekah.” You muttered, taking the bag and tearing it open drinking whatever you hadn’t spilled.

“Drink the witch, she’s no use for anything else.” Damon muttered when your hungry gaze fixed on your sister.

“What happened to her?” You asked as Rebekah helped you away from Elena and over to the now dead witch.

“Some spells kill us if we’re too weak.” Bonnie’s voice was wavering, no doubt the whole dead witch and vampire subject was hitting her a little harder than she liked to let on.

“Well as long as she’s dead and it stops me from devouring you all.” You muttered. You went to sink your new fangs into her neck only to have Klaus stop you.

“You drink from her like that we’ll have a town with no blood supply.” He stepped between you and the witch, sinking his teeth into her neck, before pulling away and indicating for you to feed from the marks he’d left.

Your gaze on Klaus lasted longer than needed and it wasn’t until he sat next to the witch and pulled you into his lap that you noticed everyone else had moved to the next room. His lips found yours in a kiss that held a deep longing and need that you felt your heart would explode if it lasted much longer.

“I hope you know I will never be without you again.” He whispered, brushing tendrils of hair from your face as he looked up at you. you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling to yourself when he moaned and curled his hands into the chair to stop himself from touching you.

“I feel horrible.” You muttered, ruining the moment when your fangs extended and refused to vanish again.

“You haven’t eaten properly for a long time; magic supplementing is a form of witchly torture so you’re going to be starving.” He shifted so you could feed without leaving his embrace and without much prompting you sank your teeth into the witch’s neck.

He moved your hair out of his way and had to sink his fangs into his lip to stop himself from moaning at the sight of you feeding, feeling the rush of power the blood was giving you.

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Title- 'He has a wife'

Pairing- Elijah Mikaelson x Original!Reader

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Forced marriage, Things get spicy, Elijah being a simp for his wife

Hayley sat having Elijah's head in her lap trying to keep his fever down after being bitten by Klaus. Elijah was hallucinating as he rubbed Hayley's arms muttering a name under his breath untill she saw what he was seeing.

You sat in tub as your husband walked in leaning against the door frame smirking watching water trail down your collar bone as he caught your attention. Elijah walked over sitting at the tub edge taking the sponge from your smaller softer hands enjoying the sight of your face flushing.

"I thought you were with your witch? Celeste, was it?"

"I wanted spend the day with you, Y/N." Elijah says lowly kissing your ankle as you looked away your face getting darker feeling his hand trail along your calf.

"Nik, is causing trouble for the witches. Since he listens to you, you should talk to him."

"I should. Perhaps a spanking is in order? But I need practice first, Come here my love." Elijah says as the water sloshed when you moved closer to Elijah wondering what he was up to. Elijah cupped your face as his kissed you deeply nipping at your bottom lip pulling a soft moan from you.

"Hayley?" Elijah rasped out as Hayley looked down at him placing a clothe on his forehead. Elijah realized he had let her in his mind.

"You saw my memories."

"I did...who ever is Y/N, she was pretty hot." Hayley tells the vampire as he groaned in pain from the bite.

"You need to leave."

"No Elijah. I'm staying until you are better." Hayley tells him going back to taking care of him.

Mikael returned home from battle with a prize from what Esther saw with Rebekah. You glared at the Viking as he pushed you forward and Esther caught you frowning seeing the dirt and torn clothes on you.

"Elijah!"

"Yes father?" Elijah questioned looking at you then at his father confused along with Esther and Rebekah.

"Meet your wife, Y/N."

"Elijah?" Hayley whispered seeing Elijah had fell asleep as she was trying to wrap her head around what she saw. Elijah had healed and not spoke to Hayley about the memories unaware she was going to meet Elijah's wife every soon.

Hayley watched in shock as the vampire attacking Elijah dropped dead as you stood holding the heart dropping it as Elijah stared up at you in surprise.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered staring at you as you stared down at him. Elijah's eyes raked over your body seeing that you were dressed in a white tank top tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with red heels. You had gotten bit of a tan and your hair was longer from when he last saw you.

"Elijah, who is this?"

"Y/N Mikaelson.... my wife and Original." Elijah answers Hayley as he stood up finally shaking off his awe. You looked at Hayley not seeing what it could be about her to earn Elijah's affections if Klaus's word was to go by.

"You've returned to me." Elijah says snapping you from your thoughts when he cupped your cheek.

"No. Niklaus called saying you needed help." You say pulling away from Elijah not seeing his frown as you walked away. Hayley moved next to him reaching for his hand but Elijah moved it away from hers staring longingly at you.

"Elijah seriously has a wife?" Hayley asked Rebekah still having trouble warping her head around it. Rebekah was watching you from across the room while you were talking to Klaus who held a year old Hope.

"Yes. She was turned with us." Rebekah answered Hayley annoyed with her questions as for a week the hybrid had been asking questions about you. You and Elijah had an arranged marriage after your village had been attacked by Mikael and his men due to the leader of your village had attacked Mikael's first.

So to be sure you'll live your father offered you to Mikael as a wife to one of his sons while you glared as the older man ready to fight with a fire in your eyes. You were a round Elijah's age, only two years younger than the noble Mikaelson, so to Mikael, you were a perfect wife for Elijah. As Mikael didn't want Elijah to marry Tatia so he had brought you home with him even though you fought the whole way back.

"She didn't seem happy to see Elijah."

"That happens when you are forced to marry someone so you can live." Rebekah said rolling her eyes at Hayley knowing why the hybrid was asking while it took Elijah only 800 years ago to love you and treat you like his wife but you didn't return Elijah's affections or at least not from what Elijah could see as you were a hard woman to read.

"Oh....so why does she stay?"

"Because we have been with each other for so long....we can't just leave one another." Rebekah says walking away from Hayley as the hybrid watched Elijah step up beside you. Elijah's hand was on your lower back as Klaus excused hisself leaving you to talk to Elijah.

"Darling, I've missed you." Elijah says softly kissing your temple as you looked to Hayley catching her stare making the hybrid look away as Elijah focused your attention back on him.

The last time you saw your husband was back in 1912 when you left due to feeling overwhelmed by Elijah's affections so Rebekah and Klaus helped you run off one late night which broke Elijah but he understood why as there was times he forgot that your marriage was forced.

"Your little wolf seems upset Elijah." You say as Elijah's eyes flickered to Hayley then he focused back on you gently taking your hand in his kissing the wedding band on your finger.

"She isn't mine. What is mine is standing right here." Elijah says against your hand fully aware that Hayley heard him but all he could care about was you. Elijah's feelings for you had only increase as while you were gone, Elijah found hisself craving for your touch or to just have you near.

"Elijah, you don't ne...." You were cut off by Elijah kissing you softly as he cupped your cheek and an arm slipped around your waist. While you couldn't help but kiss back as you gripped his suit jacket and you had forgotten how well your body molded against Elijah's. He pulled away holding you closer resting his forehead against yours while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"You are my wife. I have fell in love with you over 800 years ago so don't tell me I don't have to pretend that I love you because I do. I see you and only you." Elijah tells you getting a nod from you as he smiled brushing his nose against yours enjoying how long you were allowing him to hold you.

"So you really are married?" Hayley asked seeing Elijah sitting in his study looking over a marriage certificate that needed to be updated.

"I am, I apologize for......" Elijah was cut off when Hayley sat on his desk in front of him hands on his face. Elijah looked up at Hayley seeing the the look of want in her eyes as she leaned in kissing Elijah.

"Elijah....I love you and I was hoping you would feel the same."

"Hayley....." Elijah muttered cupping her cheek as in a blur Hayley found herself on a couch and excitment filled her but noticed Elijah was by the door.

"I apologize and I am honored to earn your affections but I love by wife deeply. So please do not attempt this again."

"But Elijah..." Hayley said sadly watching him leave but Hayley knew she couldn't give up on Elijah.

Elijah headed for his bedroom surprised to find you sitting on his bed dressed in a baby blue babydoll face a deep shade of red. Elijah licked his bottom lip closing his door taking off his suit jacket and tie.

"What is all this?"

"I.....hum....wanted...I uh...be here ....with you." You were a mess trying to tell Elijah that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Elijah walked up cupping your cheek kissing you gently.

"My sweet wife." Elijah said kissing along your neck as your arms came around his neck feeling you shuttered under his touch.

"My loving husband." You whispered cupping Elijah's face watching his eyes darken as he pounced on you.

"Klaus is Elijah awake yet?" Hayley asked walking into the Mikaelson home as Klaus looked up from his book.

"No. He is still in......" Klaus didn't get to finish as Hayley headed up to Elijah's bedroom and he smirked knowing that Hayley wouldn't like what she about to see.

"Maybe we can head up to New York during the winter. Just the two of us." Hayley heard Elijah say as she peered into Elijah's room seeing him sitting in his bed leaning back against the headboard and you were in his lap.

"Do....you...really want talk about.... that right now?" You panted out as Elijah smirked hands on your hips kissing your breast.

"Can't talk and ride?" Elijah teased you helping you move as your fingers raking through his hair before burying your face in his neck.

"No....Eli...fuck." You cried out when Elijah moved your hips harder and as if he knew Hayley was in the hallway.

"I love you. A beautiful woman with a fiery heart that I am honored to be called your husband." Elijah tells you softly watching you flushed kissing him hungrily letting him take control.

"You know Elijah is committed to his wife. Right?" Rebekah say noticing how Hayley was watching Elijah dancing with you.

"But he wasn't before."

"That is because he was younger, angry with our father and freshly turned vampire. And even though Elijah had been coldhearted to Y/N, she stayed loyal even though after we turned sh ed could have ran off."

"Rebekah is right. It would be best if you focus on your marriage to Jackson." Klaus says walking up holding Hope as Hayley frowned she knew Klaus was right she was married now but she couldn't let Elijah go.

"Maybe we should marry." Elijah says softly kissing your shoulder as you both swayed.

"But we are already married."

"I know but I want to marry you the right way not with you being forced to." Elijah said spinning you then pulled you close as you reached up cupping his face.

"Okay." You tell Elijah as he lifted you up kissing you gently as you finally allowed yourself to fully give into Elijah and finally let yourself be happy.

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zodiyack · 3 years

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In Regards Of My Stupidity

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Words: 1,670

Summary: Left alone in his empty castle with guilt, memories, and Hayley and his siblings’ words of advice to keep him company, Klaus hopes to reconcile with the woman he loved and betrayed.

Note: I suck at words.

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He attempted many ways of apologizing without having to verbally admit anything. Klaus wrote a letter, then two, then three, then four, then gave up when he’d ripped out every page in the notebook out of frustration with his lack of words. Then he tried thinking up some form of speech, one he could memorize then recite to her. He fantasized of preforming it with the ending of her running into his arms and them riding of into the sunset to live their happily ever after again.

But even that was a bust. He couldn’t think of anything, nor could his mouth agree with his brain. Each word seemed to contradict one another. Every replacement he made for the words that clashed only had the same affect. He tried and tried until all the words jumbled up into a heap of disappointment.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered softly, like Y/n could hear him even though she wasn’t there, as he rubbed his forehead. All Klaus wanted was his wife back but to do so, he needed to apologize, which meant admitting quite a lot of things. It became a challenge. Especially with Klaus being as stubborn as he was.

To atone for everything he’d done wrong under the influence of Aurora would require something much greater than just “I’m sorry”. Allowing Aurora the power of having him under her influence at all deserved thousands of apologies greater than those two meek words.

He needed to think.

Klaus went outside, breathing in the New Orleans’ air. He felt much more at peace, but not because he could breathe the fresh air. As he closed his eyes, listening to the gentleness of the serene night, controlling his breathing and taking in the world with an empty mind, he imagined his happiness, his home.

“Do you like it?” Klaus snuck up behind her, placing his hands over hers on the railing, lacing their fingers, and leaned into her. She rested her head back onto his shoulder.

“I love it.”

1918 was a good year. It was the one before his father drove them out of New Orleans. He’d been proud of the town they’d made, and he promised Y/n that it was there that they would reign. She kept him grounded, and for the first time in forever, he was ready to be the good brother.

He lifted his arms, lifting hers as well, and wrapped them around her frame, holding her closer. Craning his neck, he peppered kisses along her neck before reaching her ear and whispering, “It’s ours, my love.”

She moved her head to face him, causing him to move his own back a bit in order for them to make eye contact. “Are you being serious? I swear, Klaus, if this is some bloody joke-” He chuckled and cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. Her words were almost instantly forgotten as their lips molded together passionately.

The need for air separated them but gifted Niklaus the opportunity to speak. “I promise you, love, I’m being serious. This,” he let go of one of her hands and extended his newly freed arm to the world around them, “this is ours. It is mine, and it is yours. This is the place where we shall be safe from harm forever. It’s a place we can finally call, home.”

He promised her New Orleans was a permanent setting. Only a year later, Mikael showed up and turned his promise to shit. Y/n assured him with a teary eyed grin that it would be alright. Pressing kisses to his face and reminding him that they were alive, she promised it wasn’t his fault. He’d asked what they were going to do and she merely smiled.

She told him they’d wing it.

The apology was ready, but not in a sense he had confidence in. He left his home feeling a lack of fortitude but continued forward nonetheless. It was time he owned up to the promise he lovingly made long ago and atoned to the mistakes he blindly made recently.

Klaus decided he would wing it.

“Niklaus.” Elijah greeted emotionlessly. “I’ll retrieve Y/n.” He returned inside but didn’t come back out. Instead, Y/n took his place, but stood further from Rosseau’s than he was to avoid them hearing their conversation.

“It’s nice to see you ag-”

“Please,” she couldn’t bring her eyes to his, at least, not that very second. They were so full with her sadness threatening to seep out in the form as little droplets that would slide down her skin. “Just...get on with it.”

He understood the lack of ill-intentions behind her words and urgency. A calming breath filled, then left, his chest. And then, he obliged. “I...I was uh...I was dumb and... And I should’ve been a better husband and...” His nerves destroyed whatever bravery he had left in “winging” his apology. Sweaty palms, dry mouth, shaky hands and butterfly filled stomach, how was he ever going to get through this?

Moments had gone by and the tension grew thicker. He could see that Y/n began to grow annoyed, understandable with his drawn out stalling. Klaus had to say something. Preferably something that wouldn’t worsen his situation.

But he was Klaus.

“I understand that I hurt you-”

“Understand that you hurt me? You have yet to even ask me how I felt! You can’t empathize with something you only know one side of.”

Her words were true. The only thing he could think to say were her own words, too far late too matter though. “H-how did you feel?”

“You want to know how I felt, Nik?”

“Yes.”

“Let me ask you this; have you any idea the pain it caused me to even think about moving on from you? Hayley told me it was more than likely going to happen one day and that I should try when the time comes that I feel as though the ache of not having you in my life is too much for even me to bear, but I cannot picture myself with another man. I cannot fathom a life in which I am wrongfully torn from you, or torn from you at all, generally speaking.”

“Does that-”

“No,” She winced and clenched her eyes shut, “Klaus.” She opened her eyes and made eye contact with him. He saw the sorrow that drowned in her e/c orbs, and his heart broke a little more. “That does not mean I’m willing to just forgive and forget. I want to be with you again, I want to be by your side forever and always, just like I vowed to be but-”

“We can go home-”

“Can you just listen for one fucking second!” She cried out, disbelief strewn across her face. “I have been by your side whenever you needed me to be, even in times where you were too pigheaded to admit that you needed someone. I may never be confident in my ability to brave life without you, but hopefully, I never have to.”

A sigh left her mouth, “So...if you have something to say, do so now...please.” Their eyes reconnected as she waited in anticipation for him to speak his mind.

“I...I don’t...” He couldn’t think of anything. “Just...please, come back with me?”

She scoffed and turned away, eyes red and face scrunched with pain. He fucked it up more. She believed in him. She believed he’d fix it. And so did he.

Then, faster than the speed of light, it hit him. It hit him like a bus, or an anvil over his head like in a cartoon, a lightbulb over his head and exclamation points around his noggin. “Wait!”

Y/n paused but didn’t turn to face him.

“I- I don’t need you to come back with me. I don’t need to go there with you either. I just need...to be with you.” He shrugged with watery eyes and a shaky voice. “I was stupid, blind and mulish. Cowardly, if you will.” He threw his hands up then let them drop to his side.

“I will never forgive myself for hurting you, even if we move on from this, some part of me will always carry the guilt of every time we quarrel. It is unlike us to be so far gone for so long, however, it has opened my eyes to see...” he sucked in a breath, “to see that this time, among all others, I did the unforgivable.”

Klaus sped in front of Y/n, catching her off guard slightly. He took her hands in his. Though she didn’t fight him, she still avoided his eyes. “When I married you, I vowed to be there for you, through thick and thin, I vowed to be loyal and trusting and honest, just as you have been to me, but I failed you. I failed you, love, when I did the worst thing a husband could do.”

“Well...” she laughed lightly, sniffling through a few fallen tears, “it wasn’t the worst, but it was a fucking shit thing to do.”

They chuckled together and her eyes finally met his. “I love you, Y/n, I really do. I look at you and I see the woman of my dreams, my world...I promised you New Orleans was our home, but, when I look at you, I see my true home. Not some silly little place from a time in history, but the woman who I want to spend my immortality with. The woman whom I never deserved yet was chosen by, of all people, to spend her immortality with.”

“And I’d do it again.” She smiled sweetly, drawing a smile of his own. “Even if you are a stubborn bastard,” he held a sheepish grin, “I still love you.”

Even if Mikael ruined Klaus’ promise of a home, he learned that the promise wasn’t about New Orleans. Taking a poetic turn, he came to the realization that she was his home, and he, hers. And now, he was finally coming home.

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