#xxwritemeastoryxx turns 4
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There are no happy endings. Just hurtful goodbyes and a disappointing life to follow the moments that were meant to last forever -xxwritemeastoryxx
I can't even begin to explain how grateful I am for all of my followers. From those that joined me at the beginning, to those that are just joining, and everyone in between, thank you for being here. Thank you for reading, encouraging, and supporting what I do here. Without you guys I would have left some time ago.
Tumblr is and will probably always be a hellsite that hardly ever works in my favor, but I try as much as I can to keep a positive attitude even though there have been several moments of wanting to throw in the towel. But I learned that it was okay to post and write at my own pace without stressing myself over it. So thank you for being understanding of that as well.
But enough of that! Let’s get to the real reason that this celebration is happening.
This Blog Turns 4 on September 29th!
The first thing I ever posted here on tumblr was a two part fic helping me to work through grieving the loss of a family member (It’s cringe beyond belief and it’s why its not on the masterlist) and found my flow with writing angst.
The pain I felt in my day to day was transferred into my writing and became as easy as breathing. The Emotional Torture Kink Club was made in the process. I’ve been given the nicknames Queen/Goddess of Angst. I’ve been ‘hated’, cursed and screamed at for the pain that I’ve caused with my writing and I don’t regret it for one second.
So here we are starting the next year of this journey and I couldn’t think of any other way to celebrate this trip around the sun. So prepare to be hurt, prepare yourself with tissues, and brace yourself for some of the emotional torment that you may experience during this celebration.
Starting September 25th up until October 8th you will be able to send in prompts for Drabbles and One shots, as well as send in some asks that are anything and everything that have to do with Angst. Below the cut is everything you will need for this celebration. I look forward to celebrating with you guys in the upcoming week!♥
The most dangerous lover is one who greets pain with a smile. -r.m. drake
Before we dive into the fun stuff, lets get a few things out of the way. Asks/requests will be accepted until October 8th at 11:59 PM PST. I will be working on them throughout the celebration as well as after since things may take time. I work and at times I am very drained from that. So please be patient. Some things are easier to get out than others.
You can send as many asks as you’d like to. There’s no limit. You can be anon or not. Your choice! But before you send anything in, Please keep a few things in mind!
-I have written and posted for characters in TVDU and MCU. I’m willing to branch out and try to write for other fandoms and characters. However there are some shows/movies that I have not seen and wouldn’t be able to write for. Don’t hesitate to ask if you are unsure!
-Please Please Please be sure to include any triggers that you’d want me to avoid in your asks. While the aim is to emotionally torture you with heartbreak and death, I would never want to push your boundaries in any way!
-For the sake of Minors, please note that there will be nothing in terms of smut and can be read by all. However some topics may or may not be brought up. Please read what you feel comfortable with.
And lastly, Have some fun!
It's strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise -sara teasdale
Angsty Q&A
💣 - Hardest part to write for _insert Angst Fic_?
🥀- I share a snippet of an Angst fics I'm working on
💔- What fic hurt you (the reader) the most and I'll give some BTS/deleted scenes/thought process for said fic.
🪦- If I could write a death scene for _insert character name_ how would you do it? But you can't use/do _insert scenario_.
⚰️ - Cast your mutuals as __fill in blank but Make it angsty__
✉️ - "Dear John" letters. I shatter your heart with a letter from a character. You pick the character and reason (unless you want me to) and I emotionally torment you with break ups and heart aches.
😢 - I'll recommend my favorite Soul crushing Angst Fics
😭- I'll tell you the fic that hurt the most to write.
☠️- Angst Playlist. I'll list 5 songs I listened to on repeat while writing a fic of my choice
🩸 - Gif it. You send an Angst inspiring gif and I write a drabble with it.
To this day, I still would choose the angst over something easier, when I really don't have to. -Jane Lynch
Make It Angsty Prompts
Send a Character and a Prompt, I write the fic. Choose Wisely. This will only end in heartbreak.
Please note: Maximum prompts per ask is two(2). While there are no limits on how many you can send (because I can’t really stop those that are on anon) Please be considerate and allow others to send something in as well! Be patient! Writing takes time.
1. I'm sick of missing you when you're right here.
2. Tell me I’m wrong. Say it. Please.
3. Oh my god, you love her. And she doesn’t love you back. How perfect.
4. You made me think I actually mattered.
5. I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking.
6. You say this every time and I'm starting to realize that you never mean it.
7. Did you ever realize that you were hurting me? Or did you just not care?
8. I should be hurt. I should hate you. All of the signs have been there in front of my face and I chose to ignore them.
9. You knew? You knew and you did nothing to help?
10. You started this. The least you can do is finish ripping my heart out by telling the damn truth.
11. I used to beg you to do this with me. But I guess I just wasn't the person you wanted to do it with.
12. Did you ever love me? Or was my feelings a part of the game to?
13. I hate you. But I hate myself more for letting this go on for so long.
14. It's like I can't breathe anymore. And all I want is to breathe normally without feeling as if I'm dying all over again.
15. If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!
16. "We'll get through this." "We both know only one of us is making it out of here."
17. You killed her! She was the only person I ever loved and you killed her!
18. Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.
19. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.
20. The worst part was that I saw it coming, I knew you’d hurt me, hurt us, but I still kept you around.
21. At least look me in the eyes as you say it. That way you can watch as you break my heart.
22. "It was never supposed to be you." "Then who was it supposed to be? Because I'm the one that's standing here instead of them."
23. It's okay. I always knew there'd come a day where you'd do this to me.
24. "I can't do this." "You have to. It's the only way to get back to them." "If I do, I lose you." "Oh baby, you never lost me. I've been here the whole time."
25. Pick your own prompt! Just Remember it must be something that could be used for angst
Song Prompts
1. Surrender -Natalie Taylor
2. Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin
3. Hold On - Chord Overstreet
4. Can You Hold Me - NF
5. Already Gone- Sleeping at Last (I prefer this version more than the original)
6. Grand Piano - Niki Minaj
7. Drowning - Chris Young
8. Die From a Broken Heart -Maddie &Tae
9. Say Something - A Great Big World
10. Wrong Direction - Hailee Steinfeld
And sometimes I want it all to fall into ruin. The world, the stars, the entire cosmos into a heap of nothing. A discarded dream, a used up plaything. All battered and bruised and empty like me.
Upcoming Fics
Starting Sept 29th I’ll be giving you guys a week of angsty fics. While I would normally list them here in this section, I’m gonna leave that as a mystery. Mostly because I’m constantly changing things and the line up could change between now and then. But just know you’ll be needing tissues that week.
I look forward to seeing your asks and requests! Thank you guys for being here with me for this journey and I can’t wait to see what this next year brings us!
#xxwritemeastoryxx turns 4#4 Year Blogiversary#4 years on this hellsite#Angst celebration#Make it angsty#Back to the basics#The Vampire Diaries#TVDU#TVD#Marvel Cinematic Universe#MCU#Fanfiction#This will only end in heart break#Come Celebrate with me#Angst Writer#Angst fics#Angst fun
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Socks (but i finish the fic)
Elijah Mikaelson x reader
Warnings; Eli’s a good husband, and the reader cries oh yeah and reader’s pregnant
a/n ; Here is the full thing!! Cause its cute and for once i actually like the thing that i made.
Imma tag the people i think will enjoy this.
My moms @elijahs-wife @hellotvshowtrash
The Murder aunts; @mikaelson-emma @dumble-daddy
Other Family Members that i don’t really talk to but love and appreciate anyway!; @xxwritemeastoryxx @ronniemikaelson @lady-salvatore @thatfanficstuff @zodiyack @auroracalisto @dizzydancingdreamer @imaginearyparties @alwaysfangirlingish
The giggles of his sisters echoed through the halls and into the entry way as Elijah opened the front door and stepped into his family home. Hope’s laughter and the laughter of his brothers and their wives joining shortly after. Rebekah was telling stories again, of all the mishaps, mistakes and schemes from over the centuries. It made him smile. Today was a good day.
After everything that had happened over the centuries, particularly the past several decades, it seemed like a dream come true to finally feel like a family again. To feel the same humble happiness that they felt when they were all still human. Like touching the stars with their bare hands. So he savored the memories and the joy and the rest that it brought to himself and those he cared so dearly for.
Walking into the parlor he was greeted by the warm welcomes of his family.
“Brother!” Klaus, all but beamed, “Welcome home!” A chorus of welcome home and welcome back echoed behind him.
Elijah grinned, wholeheartedly approving of the laid back posture of his younger brother, his arm slung over the back of the couch behind the witch that Klaus had fallen in love with. It was a stark contrast to the rage and paranoia that plagued him for so many years. “Its good to be home!”
“How was your meeting with the contractor brother?” Finn queried, far more subdued than the others. Even though they had all forgiven him, and profusely apologized for 1000 years of pain, Finn still didn’t feel like he quite belonged with the rest of his family. A fact Elijah had been eager to fix once the realization had set in of exactly how shitty their treatment of him was. Courtesy of Camille, of course. However 900 years in a coffin is not forgotten overnight, so it was still a work in progress. So it further proved to warm Elijah’s heart when his eyes laid upon Finn and found him squished between Freya and Kol’s firecracker of a fiancé, instead of locked in his room.
Elijah smiled at Finn and placed his suit jacket over the back of an unoccupied chair, “It was good. We got all of the final details and planning done and now its we are just waiting for the town to give us a building permit”
“that’s good” Finn replied with a nod.
For context, Y/n was pregnant with Elijah’s child, a miracle given in the form of a spell cast as a wedding gift and created by Kol and Klaus’ wife. Y/n had all but declared that she wanted their children to have as normal lives as physically possible and while the Mikaelsons were hesitant to go along with this plan, it was agreed that perhaps living in a mansion with 4 witches, 6 vampires, and 3 hybrids was not a normal childhood. So it was agreed that they would own a separate family home to raise their children in while still visiting as often as physically possible.
As Elijah looked around and took in the the scene around him he noticed that y/n was not among his siblings and so begged the question as to where was his darling wife?
“If I may ask, where is y/n?”
It was Kol’s fiancé that pipped up.
“She came rushing in with a bag, declared that she was going to enjoy her new socks and then she was taking a nap, You know how my twin is Elijah, she gets excited over the simplest things, and then she ran upstairs without another word. Imagine she is asleep by now. Probably has been for a while. ”
Elijah smiled and Keelin looked at her curiously, ”Socks?”
Elijah cleared her confusion “Yes Keelin. Socks. Its seems that my darling wife has developed an affinity for collecting and wearing the most colorful knee-high socks she can find”
“It is rather amusing to watch auntie y/ns excitement.” Hope testified from where she had tucked herself under her father’s other arm. “She rambled on about a pair she had found with neon green strips, all while eating a plate of bacon in the kitchen the other day”
Everyone laughed at the image, and Elijah just shook his head with mirth in his eyes, ”yes well, if you don’t mind I am going to join my wife and unborn child in bed. Goodnight to you all” and a chorus of goodnights followed him down the hall.
As Elijah climbed the stairs he couldn’t help but be reminded of how grateful of all of the things that life has granted him over the years. He had a beautiful wife that loved him and siblings that adored him and soon he would have children of his own.
As Elijah approached the door to his bedroom he couldn’t help but notice something was wrong. Stopping to listen he could hear sniffling and shaky breathes just beyond the door way.
“y/n?” he took the handle and pushed the door open.
There sitting in an armchair in the corner of their room was y/n. She was wearing one of Elijah’s Cambridge sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The sweatshirt was cream in color and it matched cream colored socks she held in her hand. While Elijah would normally fawn over how adorable she looked round with his child and dressed in his clothes he was more focused on the tears stains that and puffy red eyes that decorated the face of the love of his life.
Elijah was quick to kneel in front of her and cup her face in his hand “Y/n? Baby what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He placed his other hand on her belly and searched for some kind of injury to suggest that she was hurt.
She looked at him with a watery smile, kissed his hand and said “I found a pair of socks that would match my favorite one of your sweatshirts and I got so excited to wear them.”
She held up the socks and gestured to her feet. “But I cant reach, so I cant put them on. And it made me so sad that I cried.”
Elijah’s face relaxed and he gave a sigh of relief, realizing it was something simple that he could easily fix. So he gently took the socks from her hands and unfolded them so he could put them on her. He rolled them up and then pulled them all the way up her legs to just below her knees and then gave a kiss to her nose. “there “ he whispered. “all better.”
“thank you ‘lijah.” She mumbled and then yawned.
“Oh. I think its bedtime.” He stated playfully.
“Im pregnant not two.” She grumbled with another yawn.
Elijah looked at her with nothing but adoration and said “baby you just cried over a pair of socks.” In response she pouted and Elijah couldn’t help but smile.
“Alrighty. Bedtime!” He said scooping her up bridal-style.
“you can’t be serious!” y/n scoffed.
“Dead serious!”
“Eli!” she whined, “don’t make puns when im annoyed at you! Then I can’t enjoy them!”
Elijah only laughed, and then slowly spun her around in a circle. “wheeeeeee!” he said before gently tossing her on the bed.
y/n looked up at her husband in exasperation as she watched him use vampire speed to strip to his underwear and climb onto the bed like a leopard on the prowl.
“I love you.” he purred pressing a kiss to her swollen belly, eyes playfully looking up at her.
She raised an eyebrow, “Me? Or your children?”.
“Both” he replied, gently coercing her backwards onto the bed as he crawled farther up her body his hands rubbing circles into the sides of her stomach. y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled her amusement as he enveloped her in another kiss.
Sighing happily y/n ran her hands through Elijah’s hair, as he eagerly deepened the kiss. However Elijah had to stop this blissful moment rather short.
He furrowed his brow and pulled back slightly so he could see his wife’s eyes, “Children?” he questioned. “plural?”
Now it was y/n’s turn to grin playfully.
“I went to the doctors today.” She said eyes twinkling with mischief. “And i learned something rather interesting.”
Elijah narrowed his eyes, recognizing that she was toying with him. “did you now?”
“I did” she purred rubbing her hands down his neck and shoulders. “Apparently twins are not always magical miracle coincidences. More often than not they are genetic.” and as her smile grew bigger so did Elijah’s. “And considering that I am half of a set, I’d say the trait has passed on.”
Elijah’s grinn was getting bigger by the second. “you mean to tell me. That not only am I getting one daughter.” he leaned in closer until their noses were touching. “I’m getting two?”
“yes” she whispered seductively and elijah expressed his joy by kissing her again.
“And do you wanna know what else I learned?” y/n said slyly as he trailed his kisses down her throat. He grunted quietly for her to continue and y/n leaned up and murmured in his ear, “Both of your ‘daughters’ are sons”
Elijah groaned and pulled back up to her face, “damn. I was really hoping was really hoping for a mini you.” he admitted swallowing y/ns laughter in another kiss.
Y/n pulled him to lay beside her as they both got under the duvet and settled comfortably for bed. y/n lay on her side facing Elijah and he buried his face in her hair his hands finding their way to her rounded abdomen, joyful and excited to meet his children in the nearby future.
“Eli?” she said softly. “will you sing to me?” she asked looking up at him.
“Of course, My love” and so Elijah sang the same nordic lullaby his mother taught him all those years ago and they both drifted off to sleep.
#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson imagine#elijah x reader#elijah mikaelson fluff#elijah mikaelson x happiness#queue have my word#airamas writes a fic#elijah mikealson x reader#leigh wrote a fic
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First Lines
Ahhh wait this is so fun!! Thank you for tagging me @imaginearyparties <3 (you’re so talented, I loved reading all of yours!)
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!)
See if there are any patterns.
Choose your favorite opening lines.
Then tag 10 authors!
I also included some WIPs 😊
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1. She sat nervously across from Elijah as he sipped his bourbon, his dark eyes boring through her as she agonized over the silence. (Life Of Crime - completed WIP)
2. She sat as the water poured over her, the uneven spotty spray from the shower head above her patted her flesh with hot specks. (Take Care Of You - abandoned WIP)
3. Y/N looked toward Elijah as they entered the cemetery. (Untitled abandoned WIP)
4. She had always disregarded the myths and legends of the supernatural. (One Thousand Seventy-Four)
5. A typical day in the Quarter didn’t usually mean fighting among the factions, until the Mikaelsons stirred up trouble with their arrival back in the Big Easy a few months ago. (The Only Cure)
6. Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. (Angel)
7. A hum escaped her lips as his fingers danced over her skin, gently leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched her. (Say You Love Me)
8. Immortal life was a bit drab without something to live for. (Forever)
9. Elijah twirled her out of his arms, spinning her to the music playing in their kitchen. (Late Night Dancing)
10. Y/N slammed the passenger car door closed and hurried to the driver side as her husband closely followed, screaming for her to stop. (Obey, Part 1)
11. It was no secret that you had a crush on the youngest Mikaelson. (Beats Per Minute)
12. It was completely out of nowhere. (Ghosts)
13. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, clearing them of the tears that swarmed them. (There Never Was An ‘Us’)
14. “This is the only time I’ll let you indulge in such foolish so-called witchcraft.” (Fortune Teller)
15. You turned over restlessly under your covers, the minutes ticking by agonizingly with no sleep in sight. (Restless)
16. Exhaustion swept Klaus away in its waves of warmth, trying to drag him under and into its tides. (When The Saints Go Marching In)
17. “You did what?” Rebekah shouted into the phone. (Jailbird)
18. Bonnie sighed as she heard the strums of guitar strings in the other room of Enzo’s safe house. (Tale As Old As Time)
19. The crowded restaurant seemed to echo around you as you began to lose focus. (Anxieties)
20. “All I’m saying is that you could benefit from some dance lessons!” (My Girl)
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Okay some patterns : I’m SUPER inconsistent with the POV taking place, and I write for Elijah A LOT
I think my favourites are The Only Cure (it was my first ever fic, it makes me nostalgic lol) and When The Saints Go Marching In is tied with Take Care Of You, because I like how I wrote them! (Take Care Of You will never see the light of day lol)
Play along! Tagging: @xxwritemeastoryxx @auroracalisto @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo @mrsweasley06 @njeancastro316 @dizzydancingdreamer @divine-mistake @alwaysfangirlingish @nikmikaelsonswife @lady-salvatore (no pressure!)
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1500 Follower Masterlist
This is a Masterlist of all the submissions for my 1500 Follower challenge.
1. Promises by @xxwritemeastoryxx Damon x Reader Prompt: Unkiss Me by Maroon 5
2. Buzz off, Mikaelson by @heythereelejah Kol x Reader Prompt: Soulmate AU
3. The Pocket Watch by @inmylifeilovedthemall Kol x Reader Prompt: “Here hold this.” “Is this...why is this ticking?”
4. Tempting Vindiction by @xxdragonagequeenxx Elijah x OC Prompt: “I miss all this. I haven’t killed anyone in years.”
5. Elijah’s Eternity by @eternityunicorn Elijah x OC Prompt: Enemies to Lovers
6. Wanted by @missnmikealson Elijah x Elena Prompt: Wanted by Hunter Hayes
7. Poetic and Lesser Known Forms by @lucdarling Elijah x Reader Prompt: Library AU
8. Yes, Sir by @mikaelsonwetdreams Elijah x Reader Prompt: Your one night stand turns out to be your new boss
9. Big Bear by @babyblackmothwriting Bucky x Sister Prompt: “Big Bear. Big Bear chase me.”
10. Y.M.C.A. by @eyesfixedonthesun22 Stucky x Friend Reader Prompt: “Why is everyone singing?”
11. He’s Cursed by @redfoxwritesstuff Clint x OC Prompt: “Great. If we die, we die smelling nice.”
12. Powerless by @sexykitty96 Wade x OC Prompt: “Trust me. Everything will be fine.”
13. World Spins Madly On by @idkhaylijah Steve Rogers x Reader. Professor AU
14. Lightly Stabbed by @cuddlememerrick Scotty x Reader Prompt: I realize your bleeding but it’s like 3 in the morning. Can’t you bleed somewhere else?
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This beautiful blog of mine just turned 4 today! 💕💕💕
Thank you for being here throughout the years. Thank you for reading the hurt that came with the blog and this week for the celebration!
The celebration goes until next week, so come and brace yourself with with the heartbreak that is bound to happen.
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((Third time’s the charm!))
Can I pls hurt and get a dear John with Wanda? (Reasoning up to you!) 😭✉️
Ashlee,
I don't know how I should even begin this. I should just pick up my phone and call you, or be brave enough to tell you in person when we were supposed to meet in a few days. Unfortunately I cannot. I find it to be better this way. I can write what I don’t have the heart to tell you in person and it makes me feel less guilty for leaving you a letter on your doorstep. I can't lie and say I didn't enjoy our time together. It was a welcomed distraction from the hurt that I have felt. But it was a distraction. You were the distraction keeping me from many things. Our time apart has helped me to see that. Distractions keep me from the things I truly want in my life and you are not one of those things. I know that this will be hard to read or even fully understand my reasonings. It is better to hurt you with the truth than lies later down the road when it isn't just your feelings being hurt. I wont be letting distractions be getting in the way any longer.
I choose not to do this anymore.
Wanda
Make It Angsty Celebration
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😭 pls tell me which Damon fic hurt the most to write!
Gskshakshs
Last Time I'll Hold You.
Okay but as much as it hurt to write Last Voice I want to Hear, the sequel just broke me.
I cried while writing some of it. I cried while reading it before posting it and occasionally when I go back to torment myself and read it again, I still cry.
I put Damn through so much hurt. 😭😭😭😭😭
Make It Angsty Celebration
#Dom's inbox#dom answers things#hellotvshowtrash#Make It Angsty#Make It Angsty Celebration#Angsty Q&A#xxwritemeastoryxx turns 4
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💀 for any of your fics bc they all hurt hahaha I need the playlist
I'm choosing Breakable Facade
Even as a fic that I posted 3 years ago, I still go back to it in my times of need. Please know that when writing that particular fic, I was in a very dark place. And the songs I listened to both hurt and helped me at the same time and weren't the best. But they were the songs I listened to.
Paralyzed - NF
Worthy Of You - Plested
Consequences - Camila Cabello
Recovery - James Arthur
Grow - Rae Morris
Make It Angsty Celebration
#dom's inbox#dom answers things#make it angsty celebration#Make It Angsty#Angst Playlist#xxwritemeastoryxx turns 4
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Chemical Reaction Ch. 4
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Eventual Tony Stark x Fem!reader
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: In compairson to other things, this really tame. But mentions of bruising, 'hospital' setting, and overall angsty feelings.
Author's Note: I had half a mind not to finish this series. But the part of me that keeps saying 'write it for yourself' is very loud and I can't block her out. Plus Im hoping tht after some time away from it, ya'll will suddenly flood it. Either way, I'm writing it. Also! I'm implementing a library method to hopefully make it so Tumblr won't force you to miss something! So be sure to follow @xxwritemeastoryxxlibrary and turn on notifications 💕
I do not and will not ever give permission for my fics to be copied and posted on other sites. Don’t do it. Don’t be that person that ruins it for me and everyone else.
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. While likes are appreciated, reblogs are gold. Seriously, if you enjoyed this in the slightest, please reblog ♥
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Tony’s thumb gently rubbed over the small double helix segment that was now embedded in Y/N’s skin. The same one that matched his that had shown up out of nowhere in the last several hours. One that he had tried to remove from his skin several times before finding its twin on her wrist.
Each time his thumb moved over the marking, he hoped in some way it would vanish. But after several minutes of trying, it was evident that both marks wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. And as disbelief vanished and reality set in, Tony knew that this had everything to do with the component.
It was proof that the component had altered both of their DNA without needing to look at the results of the bloodwork. Proof that the both of them currently had something they had no understanding of running through their veins.
“What did we get ourselves into?” The words were more to himself than to Y/N. He was sure that Y/N couldn’t hear him with her current sedation.
He closed both of his hands around Y/N’s, holding her hand tightly within them. Even with holding her hand for the few minutes that he had been, her hand was still cold in comparison to his. How differently her hand felt in comparison to the week beforehand.
Tony may have been grabbing her hand to stop her in her haste to get started on deconstructing the gun, but her hand was warm. Now, her circulation was poor enough that her extremities were growing colder by the minute.
After another moment, Tony opened his mouth to say something else before closing it rather quickly. He didn't know how to do this. He didn't know how to sit beside someone in a hospital bed and not just simply stare at the person. He didn't know how to speak to Y/N without it feeling off in a way.
Tony believed his words would go unheard if he spoke to her. With that belief it felt pointless to try to tell her anything. To tell her how guilty he felt. To tell her how sorry he'd been about the whole situation.
"I-" A sigh passed his lips. How could he easily talk to her, insult her, give her nicknames and work with her, but not get the words out now? "I know I'm not your favorite person to be around. But I need you to wake up. Wake up and kick me out of the room. Anything is better than seeing you like this." His eyes flickered to the monitor above her bed. A thought crossed his mind and he couldn't stop the words from spilling. "Or don't because I can sit here and talk your ear off with…useless ramblings since there's no definite way to prove you are listening. I can spill all my darkest secrets and wouldn't be able to tell a soul."
His head bowed down, his eyes moving from their hands down to the marbled floor beneath them. "Please wake up sleeping beauty." The words had barely been a whisper.
“Blood analysis is back.” Natasha said walking into the room a moment later
Tony hadn’t moved to remove his hands or even lean back away from Y/N. He simply lifted his forehead and looked over at Natasha. “Let me guess. Anomalies throughout both of them. All of them similar to the readings JARVIS had taken?”
Natasha’s eyebrow raised. “If you already knew, why have the analysis done?”
“Validating theories.” He gave a slight nod of his head before looking towards Y/N. “Was it similar to what Hydra had for the two hostages?”
Natasha walked further into the room, coming to a stop beside the bed. Just as she had done every time she came in to spend time with Y/N, she took in every detail of her to see if there were any noticeable changes. But every time she did, there were hardly any.
More discolored bruises as her body attempted to heal. The endless beeping and noises from the machines around them. And the monitors showing everything she was hooked up to was keeping her stable.
“Eerily similar.” She noted as she took a hold of Y/N’s left hand. “However Y/N’s samples aren’t anywhere close to being as fatal as the woman's was at this time frame. Hours after the blast, they declined at the same rate.”
“Shows that there are differences in our cases.” His hands had subconsciously squeezed in comfort.
"Based on Day 8 notes, which is where we're currently at, she's holding steady. Her scans from this morning are showing progress from her bones healing to her blood pressure rising in the right direction." Natasha's thumb gently ran over the back of Y/N's hand. "As long as she stays here, she's slowly getting better. Trying to move her anywhere seems like taking several hundred steps back."
"Then we don't move her until she's stable enough to not trigger a decline." He gave a nod of his head.
There was hope building within him. Hope that was trying to snuff out the guilt that had filled him since waking up and seeing Y/N in her bed. Hope that maybe she would survive what the component had done to her.
“You, on the other hand,” She looked over at him. “have healed at a slower rate than the man. But given the proximity that you two had been in, it makes sense.”
A huff of a chuckle passed his lips. “Not surprised by that either. Though it doesn’t explain why one of us is currently up and about and the other…”
He still couldn’t bring himself to say that Y/N was struggling to survive. He couldn’t allow himself to even begin to think that she wouldn’t make it another week. But if her levels were a lot steadier than the information they were currently working with, all the more reason not to say it at all.
After a moment, Tony shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts in his head. “She shouldn’t be in this bed.”
Natasha watched as Tony’s eyes scanned Y/N for the hundredth time since she stepped into the room. She noted how at times his eyes would glass over for a moment before he’d blink back the emotions that were building up within him. She also hadn’t missed the way Tony hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand or the way every few moments his hold would tighten before loosening up.
She knew how much Tony and Y/N bickered every time they needed to work together. When they weren’t fighting, they were like two kids in a candy store, but with science and tech. She’d seen several times while coming to visit Y/N where she’d stun even Tony with her ideas or details that worked better than Tony’s. Natasha had also known the pair to have the briefest moments between them where they laughed and enjoyed their time together.
And much like everyone else in the place, Natasha witnessed the way they threw a past event in each other’s face. It was surprising that the two never actually said what the event was. But the tension and the hurt in their voices afterwards proved time and time again that before becoming an Avenger or even an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the two had been more than acquaintances that fight whenever they are forced to work together.
But this, how she currently saw Tony, was something Natasha believed she had never seen before. Natasha would have thought Tony would be down in the lab already scouring for a way to help Y/N. He would be neck deep in the research of the component to find the answers to the questions he had asked several hours ago. Yet he hadn’t left the med bay since he had woken up.
He hadn’t eaten or cleaned himself up. He had still been in the set of med bay scrubs he��d been wearing while recovering and his beard hadn’t been touched up to its normal shape. Any other time Tony would have been up, out of the med bay, and in his normal attire and cleanliness. He may have looked healthy, but Natasha could see how this was haunting him.
“It’s not your fault Tony.” Natasha said as she gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze before bring it down to rest on her stomach. Her fingers slowly moved out from beneath Y/N’’s fingers as she moved her eyes towards the monitor beside her bed. “You didn’t do this to her.”
Tony scoffed. “No but I was too busy arguing with her to notice what was going on right under our noses. If I hadn’t-” His mind instantly went to the conversation before the blast. The things he had been saying to her were nothing she hadn’t heard before. But it was the one insult he was about to toss at her that weighed the most and the words didn’t even fully leave his lips. “Before the component went off, I practically told her that she was no better than Hydra.”
Tony leaned in closer to Y/N, placing his elbows onto the bed beside her, his hands never letting her hand go. His eyes moved over her face again, hoping that Y/N would give him some kind of sign that she’d make it through this. That she’d wake up and beat the current odds they were faced with.
“It was the heat of the moment, Tony.” Natasha’s eyes hadn’t moved from the monitor. Her eyes may have been taking in the information from the monitors, but she hadn’t missed the guilt that Tony’s words carried. “For as many times as I’ve heard you throw rocks at her, she continuously stood her ground against it.” Her eyes moved towards Tony. “She even threw a few of her own.” The slightest smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “She’ll wake up and throw bricks this time.”
Her words caused them both to chuckle. Tony shook his head before resting his chin on his and Y/N’s hands. Against his skin he could feel the warmth his hands had helped to warm hers up. But they were still colder in comparison to normal.
“I expect those bricks to hurt like a bitch when she does.” He looked over at Natasha.
“As long as I get to watch when she does.” She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. In return, Tony rolled his eyes before turning his attention back towards Y/N. Again, she watched as Tony took in Y/N’s appearance. “I usually would wait and try to pry it out of her, but seeing as she isn’t currently talking, what happened between you two?”
An exaggerated sigh passed Tony’s lips before blowing a raspberry. “The better question to ask is what didn’t I do? You got a few more hours to spend visiting? There’s quite a list.”
“Summarize. It would make it so we’re not in here for another six hours.” She said with a tilt of her head.
“In a few sentences?” He took a moment to think of the simplest way to explain his long lists of acts against Y/N throughout their past. “I all but ripped out her heart and stepped on it before handing it back.”
“Sounds like you ran away from something.” She noted.
His hand once again tightened around Y/N’s for a moment. “Ran and hid behind a wall when all she wanted was to be there for me. I don’t blame her for hating me.”
A huff of a laugh passed her lips. “Something tells me she doesn’t hate you. Not in the way you may think. That wall you put up-” Her eyebrow raised slightly, catching Tony’s attention.
“What is it?”
“Did you see that?” She asked as her eyes stayed locked on the way Y/N’s hand rested on her stomach.
“No.” He said with a shake of his head as he looked down at the hand in question. Just as he had, Tony caught exactly what Natasha had noticed moments before.
At first both of them didn’t believe their eyes as they watched her hand. But a moment later, they watched as Y/N raised her pointer finger slightly before it fell back against the blanket beneath it.
For the first time in a week, Y/N moved her body on her own.
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Chemical Reaction Chapter 3
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: No set pairings, Eventual Tony Stark x Reader
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: Arguments, mentions of injuries, horrible descriptions of medical equipment. I think that’s it.
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“Why don’t you really say what you’re thinking?” She said as her eyes narrowed on him. “That there are people dead because of something I built.”
“You could have said no.” He noted as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Though I’m sure someone else would have found the means to create it.”
“And then they would be here with you doing this exact same thing. You’d be having this argument with them. Or is it just because it’s me that you’re willing to argue with every step of the way and take your anger out on?”
He shook his head. “There you go bringing that up again, believing that it’s always about you. And they say I’m the self centered one.”
“I didn’t even bring it up.” She was in disbelief. Every time Y/N had found herself in Tony’s lab they’d be having this same conversation. “But it’s like deja vu again, right?”
"Maybe next time you'll push harder for someone else to take the assignment." Much like the last several times, they weren't holding back. "That way there's no rehashing of the past."
"You're the one that keeps bringing it up!" Her hands went up in defeat. "If it's your goal to stick it so deeply into my head, you did that years ago when you walked away! Damn it Tony, I'm trying to do my job."
"Which is no better than what Hy-"
I'm detecting a surge in energy coming from the component.
Those words were enough to snap them out of their argument. Both of them barely had enough time to turn their attention towards the almost disassembled gun on the table. And once they had, the energy that had been building up had been released.
The pulse of energy shot quickly out of the exposed openings of the housing unit before hitting both Y/N and Tony. With how close they had been to the component, their bodies were tossed towards opposite ends of the Lab.
Y/N hit several pieces of equipment before coming in contact with the glass wall, causing it to splinter in several places. She had been knocked unconscious from the force of hitting the equipment moments before that the impact to the glass had been unfelt.
Tony had been shot in the opposite direction with the only thing behind him being the wall. He had felt several of his bones crack, ensuring there would be multiple breaks and he was sure there was some brain damage with how the back of his head hit the wall.
His vision was blurry. No matter which way he looked, there was a haze to everything. His ears had even been muffled as if something loud had gone off in his ears, yet there hadn’t been. His body was screaming from the pain it was currently feeling. How he wasn't unconscious from the impact was a mystery to him.
Medical help is on the way.
The AI’s words were muffled enough that Tony couldn’t make them out. No matter how many times his brain tried to process the words that were said, none of it made any sense.
“Y/N?” He tried. His own voice sounded weird to him. But he needed to hear her respond in some way. In some way that would tell him she was alright.
His blurred vision couldn’t pinpoint where she was. The lab was a mess and nothing he attempted to focus on would clear up. The moment he attempted to move, a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to stop altogether.
He wasn’t sure how long had passed before he caught the blurred movements making it’s way into the lab. Medical help. Tony thought before he succumbed to darkness, passing out from the pain his body was in.
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She can't stay here. She's declining quickly and we don't have the equipment to help her.
What about Tony?
Whatever they got hit with is actually helping him heal. It's just not with her.
In between the sea of darkness there was bits and pieces that Tony's ears had been able to pick up on. While he had been able to hear it, his mind hadn't exactly processed it as it was happening in real time.
It's been almost a week. What are the chances of her improving or even waking up?
Given her stats, it will be a miracle if she does.
Has anyone told her family?
Fury is handling that.
For a brief moment, Tony's mind understood what he was hearing. His brain instantly goes to a vague memory of meeting Y/N's parents when they were younger. Their faces were almost blurred in his memory from the fact his attention had mostly been on Y/N as her smile grew on her face as she introduced them to him.
How happy she had been at the introduction while Tony hadn't cared much for it. But if there was at least one thing Tony actually knew about Y/N was how much she hated the trips her parents went on. And on this particular night at a school's science fair, they had been able to make it for the very first time.
The memory caused a slight ache in Tony's chest. For that had been the last time he had seen Y/N smile so brightly with excitement.
He's stable and practically healed. It's up to him on when he's ready to wake up. We don't exactly know what it did to him.
How far did they get in their research?
They were just getting started.
The steady pace of a heart Monitor played in Tony’s ears, mixed with several other machines going. Between each beep of the monitor he could hear the patterned sounds of a ventilator going. With each woosh and pause, Tony’s hearing focused on that sound. It seemed to ground him in place in comparison to the other sounds. If anything, the sound helped to pull him out of his slumber.
As Tony slowly opened his eyes, he first noticed the lights had been dimmed in comparison to any hospital he ever been in. It made it easier for his eyes to adjust instead of being blinded upon waking up. With each blink of his eyes, he tried to piece where exactly he was.
“It’s a good thing you woke up on your own.” Hearing the voice cause Tony to turn his head in the direction it came from. Once he did, he found Natasha leaning against the wall by the bed across the room. “I was about to ask for some shock pads.”
A small huff of a chuckle passed Tony’s lips. The sound quickly ended the moment Tony’s eyes landed on Y/N for the first time. His eyes widened as he took her in. The majority of the sound he heard while waking up had come from her bedside. Y/N had been hooked up to more machinery than he had ever seen someone have. Tubes and wires were surrounding her in one way or another.
Seeing Tony’s reaction, Natasha walked over towards Tony’s bed and sat beside him. “It’s not good Tony.”
“How bad?” He asked as he began to pull himself up to sit in a comfortable position.
“You’ve both been out a week so far.” That had caused Tony’s eyebrow to raise. “Your stats have been stable over the last several days. However, hers have fluctuated constantly.”
“We thought we lost her.” Bruce said as he began walking into the room, followed by Dr. Cho.
Over the last week, the two of them had been trying to figure out how to stabilize Y/N so they could transport her. But every attempt they made had only brought them right back to square one. While Cho went to check on Y/N’s vitals, Bruce walked further into the room by Tony’s bed.
“Care to clarify?” Tony asked with a raised brow.
“After. J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted us to what happened and isolated the component, how we found you both was shocking.” Bruce shook his head at the memory. “I thought Y/N was gone with how injured she looked.” He sighed a moment before tapping on the tablet he had walked in with before holding it up for Tony.
Tony watched as the footage from a week ago began to play on the screen. He watched as he and Y/N had argued with each other. He watched as the damn component began to glow right under their noses and they hadn’t paid any attention to it. But the part that made him cringe was the way Y/N had been thrown against machinery before hitting the glass window.
"We can't transport her to a hospital." Natasha added as she watched Tony. "Any attempt to move her, she starts declining rather quickly."
"How quickly?" Tony asked, bringing his attention to Natasha. At his question he could see the way her eyes saddened at the information she knew. Tony knew there was no positive answer.
“She went into cardiac arrest on the way up to the helipad.” Natasha looked over at Y/N. “By the time we got her back down here, her heart started beating on its own again.”
“Fury had brought in every medical expert on and off his payroll.” Bruce looked over at Y/N as he pulled the tablet back to his side. “Without them coming here, she wouldn’t have gotten some of the help she needed. But even then there was only so much they could do.”
“How she didn’t end up with a severed spinal cord is beyond anything I could imagine.” Dr. Cho added as she wrote down information on the clipboard she had in her hand. “Whatever that was, it saved both of you from death. However I can’t even begin to explain why she hasn’t been healing at the rate you have.”
Tony let what they told him sink in for a moment. The blast had really did a number on them. He and Y/N had been closer in proximity than the two used in the experiments. They had gotten up minutes after being exposed, but for him and Y/N, they had been out for a whole week.
A week where he recovered while Y/N was fighting to stay alive. Where one minute she'd be stable and if moved she'd rapidly decline in a way no one had seen before.
No noticeable changes had been noted about the man. His heath had been the same as before he had been hit by the weapon source. Reports indicate that the woman also survived this test trial, making it successful. However, her health declined significantly in the days to follow.
“How significantly?” Tony asked.
"Her organs began to shut down. As much as they tried to keep her alive, she died two weeks later.”
The conversation played through his mind instantly as he sat there taking in what they told him. The words on a loop that he couldn’t pull himself out of. And if what they knew was true, the probability of her making out of this were very slim.
Tony shook his head before before running his hand down his face. “Before it went off, we had been going through the files J.A.R.V.I.S. had downloaded. The test trials Hydra had done, the woman didn’t survive past two weeks.”
Saying the words felt hard. While it had been a part of their research, they were now looking at a situation where Y/N was now in that very position. If they had been unconscious for a whole week, that meant if everything based on that research was correct, Y/N only had a week left.
“We’ve been trying to find ways to slow the process.” Natasha shook her head. “Thor has even gone off world to try and find something out there. But there’s only so much that modern medicine can get her. Fury’s best can keep her alive, but she’s not getting any better.”
Tony sighed. “Has anyone told her parents?”
Bruce nodded. “Fury informed them. They come when they can to see her. They believe she’ll come out of this. But if what you’re saying is true-”
“We don’t know that for sure.” Tony added in before Bruce could finish his thoughts. “This is different from what Hydra was doing. For all we know it could go based on from when she woke up. We were at closer proximity. There’s a chance she could make it pass the two weeks.”
“Where do we even begin on starting to figure that out?” Natasha asked as her eyes moved to each of them before setting on Y/N.
“Start with blood analysis.” Tony offered. “Hydra’s notes mentioned their blood being altered. We can start there and work our way up.”
“I’ll go grab what we need.” Dr. Cho said before stepping out of the room.
The moment Dr. Cho was out of the room, Tony sighed. “Where is it now?”
“Encased under protective glass. It was the first thing we did after getting you two set up in here.” Natasha gave him a small smile.
“Can you run a few scans on it?” Tony asked looking towards Bruce. “Anything to help give us a base on where to go. There was nothing a week ago and I’m hoping that J.A.R.V.I.S picked something up by now.”
"I'll head near the lab and see what I can go off of." Bruce turned to leave before looking over his shoulder. "I'm assuming I'm being granted the clearance she had?"
"Yeah. As long as you aren't adding your own protocols into J.A.R.V.I.S. I won't complain."
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It had been hours after the others had gotten started on testing out theories. Even Natasha was attempting to get a hold of old contacts to see if they possibly heard of what Hydra was making into a weapon. But while Tony was able to get himself up and out of bed, he couldn't bring himself to leave the med bay.
At some point he found himself sitting in the chair beside Y/N's bed. He didn't say anything or do anything but take in everything she was connected to. The sounds around him continue to play in his ear just as it had before he had awakened.
Tony noticed that Y/N was bruised in several places. The ones he could see along her face had yellowed in comparison to some of the darker bruises that covered her arms and hands. It was as if they refused to heal while others healed as her body normally would. It was those darker bruises that reminded him that between the two of them, she had the hardest impact with the blast.
It was hard to wrap his own head around his injuries after seeing the footage. That kind of impact against the wall should have killed him or at least left him with some kind of damage. But the only proof he had from being in that blast was a few scratches that were scabbed over and almost healed.
There were many things that Tony knew and understood. But the one thing he couldn’t figure out was why Y/N was still in that bed, fighting for her life when he was sitting there practically healed. He couldn’t figure out why the component had easily selected the males to thrive while the women fought for their lives.
Or maybe it was just a fluke chance. Maybe the other trials that failed were the ones where the women thrived and the men fought to stay alive. But without actual data, there was no way to tell.
And God he hated the fact that there was no way to figure out just how much the component had altered them yet. He hated how helpless he felt at that moment. All he could do was watch Y/N as her body fought to stay alive.
As much as Y/N could push all the right buttons to set him off, there was a time where they weren't at each other's throats. Where the possibility of a future together was more possible than the life they currently were living. That kid who wouldn't hesitate to help give her the world was now looking at Y/N through the eyes of the man that failed her in many ways.
That life felt several lifetimes ago in comparison to the lives they were currently living. Tony knew that he no longer knew anything about Y/N. He knew that her world was now vastly different from his. And as his eyes lingered on her face, he knew deep down that he was the very reason, like many times in the past, that she was hurt.
A sigh passed his lips as he lifted his right hand to reach for hers. If holding her hand helped ease the immense guilt he felt, he'd hold it for as long as possible. But it stopped in mid air once his eyes landed on his own wrist.
Smaller than the tip of his finger was a design he hadn't seen before. At first glance it looked as if a small spring had been drawn on his wrist. But as he brought it closer to his face to examine it, he realized it was a small double helix segment.
His eyebrow raised as he tried to rub the image off of his skin. But it hadn't changed. It stayed in place as he even licked his thumb before bringing it to the image and rubbed at it once more.
Tony knew he hadn't seen that once he woke up. It sure as hell wasn't there before he had been hit. Even as he went through a quick work up with the residing medical staff, he didn't remember seeing it or anyone bringing it up.
Looking over at Y/N, he paused for a second before reaching out for her hand once more. Gently, he turned her right wrist over. There, directly in the same place, had been the very same mark on her.
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Betrayal
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Some Avengers & Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 8.1K (I’M NOT SORRY)
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, nyctophobia (Fear of the dark), Claustrophobia (fear of small spaces), Angsty writing. Captain America: Civil War rewrite
Author’s Note: Do you guys know how long I’ve been working on this fic and I’ve had so many problems with it? I almost deleted it like ten million times of the course of several months. But I finally finished it and I hope that it is something that you guys enjoy (or not cause its angsty).
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17!elijah/reader - make me cry babe I know u can
Unwilling Sacrifice
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2366
Warnings: Character Death, Sibling fights, small mentions of blood, betrayal
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Change of Fate
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Jackson Kenner x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson x Platonic!Reader, Mentions of Elijah Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall
Request: I have a request if you're up for it, and considering it's me you probably won't be surprised. Can I get a Jackson story where the reader is a tribrid who was turned by Klaus back in Mystic Falls (was a wolf/witch and Klaus turned her but she kept her powers) Klaus and the reader became really close friends (no sire bond) and he trusts her so when he finds out about the baby he calls her to come to NOLA to help so she comes. She meets Jackson and love and fluff ensue. Plus anything else you add❤ - @mrs-maximoff-kenner
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Warnings: A bit of angst, but I swear it has a bit of fluff towards the end.
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H my god can I please request “9. You knew? You knew and you did nothing to help?” With Elijah? I need to feel something and I think your writing + this will do the heartbreaking trick :-)
Broken
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Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Readers
Word Count: 1684
Warnings: Mentions and description of torture, blood and gore, canon typical violence, betrayal and angst.
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*chants* Bucky, Bucky, Bucky
18. Just pretend we’re okay, just for tonight, just for show. I’ll be gone by sunrise.
(Pretty please)
Compromised
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 5873
Warnings: Betrayal, weapon usage/violence, angst galore. Canon timeline doesn't exist to make this fic work.
Author’s Note: Okay, hear me out before this one gets started. I'm sorry (That's a lie) for whatever pain comes from this one. But I also couldn't help myself and added a second prompt because it JUST FIT PERFECTLY and I couldn't help myself. I added prompt 10. You started this. The least you can do is finish ripping my heart out by telling the damn truth. The beginning of this fic is a bit misleading. Do not jump to conclusions! Also, I want to say that I'm still getting used to writing for Bucky, so any constructive critiques are welcome. Please note that Make it Angsty Requests are now closed. I'm posting them after the fact cause I fail at posting things in a timely manner. The divider is by the lovely @firefly-graphics ♥
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Hollowed Trap
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Wife!Reader
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Thoughts/ talk of wanting to die, blood and gore, guilt, and character death, a bit of season 4 rewrite
Author’s Note: As always with these prompts I went straight for the angst. This is for @hellotvshowtrash 's #june2021promptchallenge. For this one I went with the dire situation without a happy ending. Cause it wouldn't be me without something to hurt you a bit. I hope you guys enjoy.
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Y/N winced at the slightest of movements. The pain that radiated through her as she attempted to get comfortable in her current circumstance had made it difficult for her to pull the air into her lungs. Her nerve endings felt on fire as the poison continued to pump through her body. With each passing second, all she wanted was for someone, anyone to either find her and save her or just to be killed to have the pain stop.
After living for a little over a millennium, Y/N has been subjected to different forms of pain during the course of her life. Loss, betrayal, and hurt had all been known to her like the back of her hand. It came with the territory of being married to Elijah Mikaelson and being as close to his family as she was. The vow of Always and Forever came with its own share of complications.
But Y/N had never hated her family for what she may have experienced during her time with or without them. But in that very moment as she laid on the floor of the old abandoned house in the middle of the woods, she wanted nothing more than to say goodbye to the vow and let whatever darkness that was close by to consume her.
Any other time she'd fight like hell to get out of any situation she may have found herself in. It was never like her to give up and not want to get back to her family, to her husband. But in that moment as the venom pumped through her veins with every beat of her heart, she knew in her heart and in the depths of her soul that there was no way out of this one.
Y/N knew that while Elijah and his siblings would stop at nothing to get her back safe and sound, this was different. The hollow wasn't like any other enemies that they had faced before. The power they had witnessed had proved that several times within the last several days. The Hollow wasn’t something they could face without a lot of help and a lot of power.
The first several hours Y/N had tried everything she could possibly do to remove the wooden stake from her back. Removing it was becoming impossible. Any time she had her fingers within reach, the slightest touch sent a surge of pain through her. If not the pain, she managed to dig it further into her back. In the one case where she felt it ease up, it was only for a matter of seconds before the Hollow was at her side, ensuring that it stayed in place.
But as the minutes turned into hours, she was beginning to give up. The fight she had within her had been slowly diminishing. Every hopeful thought she had of Elijah or the others finding her before her death had begun to evaporate. Her mind no longer wanting to fight and accept the death that would be inevitable. That the unknown darkness would be immensely better than the pain she was currently in.
The sound of the footsteps approaching had caused Y/N’s head to lift slightly. The sweat pouring down her forehead glistened in the candle light as the Hollow stepped closer to her. While in the body of Sofya, the Hollow betrayed her trust and it was how she ended up where she was now. Looking at the Hollow now, Y/N had given her a slight glare. The slightest will to live returning at the sight of her.
“Even after your spirit has begun to break, you still are hopeful.” The Hollow crouched down, just outside of the barrier surrounding Y/N. For even she knew that if she had taken one step within the boundaries, Y/N would have easily taken control of the situation. For the circle she was bound to was keeping her weakened, more than what the poison was doing to her.
“Being hopeful that your death will be long and painful gives me the will to want to get out of here just to see it happen.” It was barely above a whisper. How she managed to get the words out without struggling had surprised her. “I’ve accepted that there is a chance that I may not make it out of here alive. My family will come and they will stop you. But the damage has already been done and I will die happy if I can watch you suffer.“
The hollow chuckled before her eyes wandered around the room for a moment before she brought them back to Y/N. “We both know you won’t make it out of here. Nor will it be before they come to attempt a rescue. I’m watching as the fire in your eyes is being snuffed out. It’s being replaced with hopelessness and that has been entertaining to watch. So weak, willing to give into death after only a few hours. I may have chosen the wrong person to inhabit. What it would have been like to tap into that blood of yours before I pumped it full of poison. The magic you once held before you were turned into a monster.”
A chuckle, followed by a wince of pain, left Y/N’s lips. “That monster was able to make sure that creatures like you can’t obtain that power. And if I had it now, I’d gladly watch you burn from it.”
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“You want a plan of attack, it comes down to this.” Vincent began as he looked at those before him. Elijah and Klaus sat closest to Vincent as he began to explain the plan he came up with. With the Hollow wanting the last piece of her remains and having every intention of killing Y/N no matter if she got it or not, Vincent needed them to understand that they only had one shot at this. “Use the element of surprise. Now, Marcel will hand over the bone, and then stab the Hollow with Hayley's blood, and then I'm gonna cast the spell that buries her.”
“The Ancestors’ spell requires a sacrifice.” Hayley added from her spot across from Elijah and Klaus. “An Original has to die.”
Hayley’s words had caused the siblings to look towards each other for a moment. Sacrificing Y/N was not in the cards. Elijah’s jaw ticked at even the slightest mention of her death. He was willing to do anything to be rid of the Hollow, but he wouldn’t do that to his wife.
Vincent nodded his head. “Yeah, right now, the Hollow is going to use Y/N’s death to come back, but there’s a window where I can use the sacrifice to shove her back into her grave.”
The moment Vincent finished, Elijah stood from his spot and took a step closer to Vincent. “This plan of yours does nothing to save my wife, as it so obviously relies entirely upon her death.”
“Easy.” Marcel said from the back of the room, attempting to keep Elijah from killing Vincent. “He’s just trying to help.”
“Elijah,” Vincent began. He knew that this was going to be difficult, but it was the plan they needed to put into motion. “Y/N is already dead. Now, the only thing we can do right now is figure out whether or not that death is gonna count for something.”
“That’s not a call any of us get to make.” Elijah said as he took one more step towards Vincent, prompting Klaus to stand and place a hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “Especially not you. There has to be another way to save her.”
Once Klaus knew that Elijah wasn’t going to attempt anything, he removed his hand as he looked towards Freya, who had been sitting next to Hayley. “Freya, you still have the antidote we used to cure Marcel’s bite?”
Freya looked towards her brother and nodded her head. “I have it, yes. But I don’t know if it’ll work against the poison of the rosebush.”
“You guys aren’t listening, okay?” Vincent was growing frustrated with them. “Even if we do cure Y/N, we still have a big problem, that’s called the Hollow. And it’s just gonna keep coming at us until it resurrects. And when that happens, we're talking about an ancient, primal power that's made flesh and blood. It will wipe out this entire city in an afternoon, and ain't a damn thing that you or anybody else here can do about it. Now, my way? We take her out while she's still a spirit. Y/N dies, but at least her death counts for something.
“No.” Elijah said, shaking his head. “No, I’m not willing to discuss this any further. We can defeat the Hollow another way and save Y/N. I will not just let her die for the cause.”
“What about your niece?” Vincent asked, looking at Elijah before he looked at Klaus and Hayley. “What about your little girl? This thing wiped out the entire Labonair bloodline. It already got to Hope once, right? Now, this is a chance, Klaus.” He looked back at Elijah. “I understand that this is your wife, but this is probably the only chance that you’ve got. Now you want to blow that opportunity to maybe save her, or do you want to do your job and save your niece?”
“Don't use my daughter to justify your absurd plan.” Klaus said as he pointed his finger towards Vincent. Klaus understood what was at stake. But he was not about to lose one of his sisters. Not when Y/N had been the one to help keep things together. He would not let Elijah lose the one person that has never left his side, even when he had.
“Hey, his absurd plan is the only plan that we've got.” Marcel could feel the tension growing between them. Marcel understood this was a difficult decision, but some things needed to be done. “So maybe we should do a little less fighting, and a little more thinking.”
“There's always a loophole.” Freya said as she looked at Elijah. A glimmer of hope for not only him but for the others as well. She refused to believe that she couldn’t find a way to save her sister in law. “I have my mother's grimoires.” She stood from her spot and looked over at Vincent. “I welcome you to study them with me.”
Vincent sighed as he looked at Freya before looking at the others. He knew that the Mikaelsons would exhaust every possible option before allowing Y/N to be sacrificed. He nodded his head at Freya’s offer. “Okay.”
Elijah watched as Freya and Vincent left the room. The fear and anger he felt throughout the day had only intensified. He wanted nothing more than to bring Y/N home safely. He knew he’d gladly watch the world burn if it meant Y/N was safe. He had done so a time or two in their lifetime and he had no regrets. This time was no different. He was ready and willing to do whatever was necessary, even if it meant taking the lives of the innocent.
“We will save her.” Klaus said a moment later, breaking Elijah from his thoughts.
“We will.” Elijah agreed. “I refuse to think of the alternative.”
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Y/N knew she was getting worse. She could no longer hear the footsteps in the distance as the Hollow prepped things outside. The sound of cars passing on the road not too far from there could no longer be heard. Her ears could barely pick up on the tin roof flapping in the slight breeze that passed by.
The shirt and jeans she had on were soaked from the sweat that her body created. The need to cure itself of the poison running through her body proved pointless the weaker she had become. Her body no longer attempted to heal itself from the stake in her back. Even simply raising her hand had caused more pain and took a lot of energy out of her than it had hours ago. Proof that the poison had almost circulated completely.
She barely noticed when the acolytes had come into the house to keep an eye on her. No remarks came out of her mouth. It is too dry to even attempt a single word. All her mind could think of was two things in particular. A fantasy of Elijah rescuing her and the sweet call death had been making for centuries that she actively avoided.
The fantasy had given her hope. It made her want to fight and hang on until Elijah was there, pulling her into his arms after removing the stake from her back. She’d be weak, but safe. Safe enough for Freya to find a cure for the poison that ran through her veins. She could hold off long enough to hear every promise that Elijah would make as she began to recover. And then, the two of them would stand with his siblings and take down the Hollow once and for all.
The sweet call of death had twisted her fantasy a time or two. Her mind conjured the ways she’d die. How easy it would be to end things if she just rolled over as hard as she could and pushed the stake through her. How that would be less painful now that she had grown weaker. Or her mind would play out her fantasy of being saved right before death would sweep in without her being able to say goodbye to Elijah. It even conjured how the Hollow would do just as intended. She’d be sacrificed, the pain would be unimaginable and she’d be tossed aside. Left there for her family to find her after they realized they failed.
But out of all of the things her mind could conjure in it’s weakened state, this one was the most realistic. Her mind started it out with Freya and Elijah walking into the room. She watched as Elijah snapped one of the acolyte's neck before feeling the thud of the body hitting the floor. The voices and the growling she now heard were muffled in her ears.
All she knew was Elijah was there and walking towards her before he reached the circle she was bound to. Even in her weakened state, she lifted her hand to reach out for him. The cry of pain leaving her lips caused him to shake his head slightly before he spoke. Through the muffled mess, her brain only picked up on one sentence.
I promise I'll get you out of here.
Her eyes shifted from Elijah to watch as Freya brought her bloody hands up to the barrier. From what Y/N could tell, Freya had begun chanting a spell. A spell that would free her from the confines of the circle.
There was a small sense of peace that filled her in her hazed state. While she had no idea if what she was seeing at the moment was real or just the fantasy her mind conjured, she felt that things would be okay. Her head tilted towards Elijah. The fear and worry etched on his face should have made her feel the same way. But she knew him. She knew his sister and Y/N knew that this wasn’t going to be the end of it.
Elijah’s eyes landed on hers the moment she looked towards him. He could see the hope in her eyes as she looked at him. She was willing to fight, to hold on now that she knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d be free. It wouldn’t be long until she’d be safe in his arms.
“We need to get her out of there.” Elijah said never taking his eyes off of Y/N.
For as many times as he had been speaking with her in the last few minutes, she never responded. She would only watch his movements, taking in her surroundings as if she had been seeing it for the first time.
“She’s working on it.” Hayley assured Elijah from the other side of Freya, who hadn’t stopped reciting her spell.
“She doesn’t have much longer.” Elijah knew they were already pushing things. With Marcel out trying to keep the Hollow distracted, they couldn’t completely rely on that. If anything were to change, she’d be back to finish Y/N off.
It seemed as the thoughts had played through Elijah’s mind that Freya had stopped her spell. Elijah and Hayley both looked towards the witch wondering what was going on. Even Y/N had tilted her head back to look over at Freya as they had.
That was when Y/N knew this fantasy was being twisted just as some of the others had been. The worried look on Freya’s face had told Y/N that the Hollow knew what they were doing and had her attention on them. It was only confirmed when the gust of wind had come through the house.
With it, the ointment Freya had on standby had been tossed across the room, shattering the container. That simple moment of distraction had helped the Hollow gain the upper hand. They were now out of time.
The muffled void that Y/N had found herself in had been shattered the moment the Hollow had entered the place. Everything all at once had told her this hadn’t been a fantasy that her mind was playing to distract her from the pain that radiates through her.
This was real. There would be no replaying the ending hoping that things would change. There would be no snapping out of it when the Hollow had killed her for the millionth time that day. There would be no escape this time.
Her heartbeat picked up and it caused Elijah to look over. Panic was written all over her face as she tried to move herself in some way. The moment Elijah had tried to take a step closer to the barrier did the Hollow toss him back.
The spell the hollow had begun to chant now had its hold on Y/N. Even as Freya had tried any other spell to keep Y/N safe, the Hollow had fought it off. Fear had filled the siblings and Hayley as they watched.
“Where’s Klaus?” Elijah asked, his eyes were on Y/N as she began to writhe in pain.
Klaus should have been there by now with the pendant. This was supposed to be the back up plan. It was to be the plan that would keep Y/N safe if this had failed as it had. But he hadn’t heard his brother’s arrival yet.
“He’ll come.” Hayley said hopeful.
The scream that had passed Y/N’s lips had caused Elijah to move back towards the circle. Anything to attempt to get her out of there. But he was met with the barrier still up keeping him from reaching her.
Through the pain, Y/N believed that if she could turn on her back, she’d be able to end this quickly. But no matter how determined she was to do it, she couldn’t bring her body to do so. And as the Hollow continued her spell, Y/N soon began to feel the remaining life source she had being drained from her.
“Elijah,” She began before another cry of pain had passed her lips. She was trying to say something, anything that would resemble either a glimmer of hope or a quick and brief goodbye. One that would let him know how much she loved him with the very few words she could muster.
At hearing his name, she watched as Elijah’s fists had hit the barrier. She shook her head slightly. A silent way of telling him that it would be okay. That this would be okay. A lie both of them knew wouldn’t wouldn’t happen.
It was just the two of them at that moment. Their focus on each other instead of the chaos surrounding them. Neither of them heard as Klaus had come into the building. They didn’t hear as the Hollow continued to throw about the others around the place. Even as she screamed out in pain, they never looked away from each other.
Elijah watched as life drained from Y/N's face. He watched as the ashen gray took it over and watched as the veins on her face became more prominent. He watched as her eyes landed on his for the split second before the last of her life source had vanished from them.
Silence filled the air. The Hollow vanished with the completion of the sacrifice. The air no longer heavy with the dark magic that the Hollow had been using moments before. The silence that followed was deafening compared to the moments before.
"No." Elijah’s voice broke the silence. His head shook as he made his way into the now broken circle that surrounded her.
The others had watched as he had done so. Disbelief on their face as they realized they had failed to save Y/N. That for as long and as hard as they tried to come up with a plan without Y/N dying, she was now there, lying lifelessly.
Klaus hadn’t made it in time with the pendent. That was proven by the defeated look that formed on Freya’s face as Klaus looked towards her. The shake of her head confirmed it. Their back up plan had even failed in the process.
Elijah didn't want to believe his eyes as he came to kneel beside her. He didn't want to believe that she was dead. He didn't want to trust his ears that could no longer hear her heartbeat. He didn't want to trust his own senses of touch as he reached for her and brought her into his arms before pulling out the stake from her back. . He refused to believe that the little warmth their bodies could create was now quickly leaving. Nor did he want to believe that the last thing he had heard was her scream before death took her.
His wife, his best friend. The woman that he had hardly lived without was now laying in his arms dead and it was his fault. He was supposed to be the one that went to Marcel's with her to speak with Sofya. He knew he should have gone even when she had told him she could handle things on her own.
Elijah now believed that if he had insisted at least once more, she wouldn't have turned him down. She would have agreed. Then she wouldn't have been taken, or staked. Nor would she have been used as a sacrifice to bring back a creature that they still had no idea how to get the upper hand on.
His eyes filled with tears as he took in her face. His hand slowly came up to run his fingers along her cheek. They trembled as they followed the path of one of the veins that occupied her cheek. His head shook once more as he tried to get his brain to do something. Anything to make it that she wasn't currently how she was.
"Come back to me." He said as he brought his forehead to hers. "I need you to come back to me because I can't do this without you."
He had lived so long with her that even picturing a life without her had been impossible. For centuries she had been by his side and now, she wouldn’t be able to. One of his voices of reason silenced because she had been used towards someone else’s gain.
The tears that spilled from his eyes had landed on her face. The anger and grief that he felt in that moment couldn’t be kept at bay. For he had never experienced loss as he was now. And nothing could stop him from letting it out as he was.
Klaus walked up to Elijah placing his hand on his shoulder. Elijah didn’t bother to look towards him. His eyes refused to leave her for any reason at all. Klaus’s presence should have brought some comfort to Elijah. It should have allowed hope to grow within him. But even he could sense the tension.
“She didn’t make it into the pendant.” Klaus’s voice was soft. But in Elijah’s ears at that moment, it felt as if his brother had screamed the words.
Elijah pulled away from her only slightly to look at her face. His knuckles ran along the side of her face. “Leave us.”
“Elijah,” Freya began as she took a step towards her brothers.
“Leave us!” Elijah’s voice boomed, causing his siblings to jump at the unexpected volume. “We have failed her. After everything she had done to ensure our survival, we failed her. I failed her. I need to be alone with my wife for a few moments. A few moments before we are forced to deal with the Hollow in her human form.”
The others hadn’t said anything after that. They simply nodded their heads, even though Elijah wasn’t looking their way. Their retreating footsteps had told Elijah that they would give him the time he needed without hovering.
Once Elijah knew for sure he was alone, that even Marcel and Sofya had been gone from the place, a sob left his lips. It wasn’t held back by anything, not even the fact that the Hollow was out there somewhere. He didn’t even care if she came back and killed him. Part of him would have even allowed it.
Between his sobs, he asked Y/N for forgiveness and made her promises. Forgiveness for not doing enough. For not being there for her when she had been taken. Promises that her death wouldn’t be for nothing. Promises that he’d find some way to bring her back. Promises that he wouldn’t rest until the Hollow was defeated.
But the one thing that Elijah couldn’t bring himself to do during that time was say goodbye. He couldn’t bring himself to even let her go. Nor could he get himself to try and move her back to the compound.
For Y/N always told him, she was the safest and happiest in his arms. That there was nowhere else she’d rather be. Letting her go, even to move, made him feel as if he’d lose the very memory along with her.
He wasn’t ready to let go, and he wasn’t sure if he would ever be.
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Escape Plan
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings and other Characters: Enzo St. John x Reader, Damon Salvatore
Requested: Can I pretty please have an angsty Enzo fighting to protect reader?Against literally anything I just need to read Enzo being protective over me. -@hellotvshowtrash
Word count: 5K
Warnings: Charcter death, canon typical violence/blood and gore with detailed torture.A bit of episode rewritee. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of Rape, mentions of suicidal thoughts, and dark thoughts of death.
Author’s note: I am nervous about this one guys. Just because of the details this one contains. If you thought Out of Time hurt, this one is worse. Please read this one at your own risk. Exit the fic if at any point in time something becomes too much for you. ONLY YOU CAN MANAGE YOUR TRIGGERS. PLEASE DO NOT COME AT ME LATER FOR ANYTHING AFTER READING THIS. YOU CHOSE TO READ IT, DESPITE THE WARNINGS AND THAT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. Know your limits and I wont hold it against you guys to skip this one. I’d say happy reading, but I’m not sure that will be the case with this one.
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Enzo sat and watched as his captor brought in another vampire into the cell next to him. For as long as Enzo had been locked away by Dr. Whitmore, he had seen plenty come in, just as he was seeing now. Not many of them survived and seeing a new face that wasn’t his beloved or even his captor’s had been refreshing.
His hand ran over his face as he watched the new comer groan after being tossed into the cell. He stopped himself from speaking, only for a moment, unsure of how to start the conversation. They were trapped there, it wasn’t going to hurt to add an acquaintance to the mix.
“Welcome.” Enzo began. He watched as the man looked over in his direction. “Dr. Whitmore never gets tired of watching us vampires heal, but he gives us one glass of blood per day, just enough to keep us alive. Pick yourself up soldier.” There was something in Enzo’s words that the man got himself up off the floor. Both of them move towards the small opening between cells. Enzo stuck his hand through the bars, offering it to the man. “My name’s Enzo.”
“Damon.” Damon said as he gave a nod of his head before looking around. “How long have you been here?”
“Ten years.” Enzo stated as he kept his eyes on Damon.
“And you haven’t tried getting out of here?” Damon questioned. He was curious as to how anyone would allow themselves to be locked in here that long without trying to fight their way out.
Enzo chuckled. “Believe me, I’ve tried several times to get out of here. But they have their ways of getting me to stay put.” He looked through the bars to see down the hall.
He had been waiting for that door to open for hours now. Some of those that worked for Whitmore walked in there time and time again, but he was waiting for one person to come out. Even when the doors had opened up with them dragging Damon out, Enzo had hoped it had been someone else they were dragging out.
“You know someone that is in there right now.” Damon observed and Enzo nodded.
“Her name is Y/N.” His eyes never left the door. “Before I met her, I would have easily fought my way out of here and left anyone behind to save my own skin.”
“The woman that was unconscious in there.” Damon remembered seeing a woman on another table in the same room as him. While he had been screaming from the pain, she had been out through it all. Damon huffed. “How long have you known her?”
Enzo sighed at Damon’s words. He knew when Dr. Whitmore took Y/N, it was for extended periods of time. Even he was never back there that long and he hated every moment she was gone. Their experiments weren’t even close in comparison. Even now, Enzo wondered what Whitmore had planned for Y/N.
“I’ve known her for a little over fifteen years now.” Enzo nodded his head as his eyes turned back towards Damon.
“How did you two end up here?” Damon wanted to know anything he could to hopefully find a way out of there. There was no way he was just going to be used as someone’s test subject for as long as they had been. Damon didn’t have anyone holding him back like Enzo did.
“Whitmore was working at a Battlefield hospital in Europe during WWII. Y/N had been a nurse there while I was a soldier out in the very battlefield she was helping.” Enzo began.
“Let me guess,” Damon interrupted. “That’s where you met Y/N.”
Enzo chuckled, but shook his head. “No, by then I had known her for a few years. Though I wonder how things would have been if I met her at that point instead of how I met her.”
“It must have not been that bad of a first meeting if you two had been friends before being sent here.” Damon shrugged.
Enzo’s eyes moved to the door down the hall and back. “When I met Y/N it wasn’t by what one would call normal circumstances.” Enzo could clearly remember the night that he had met Y/N.
Y/N had been walking home late one night after her shift. Parts of her uniform had been stained in blood from the patients she had been helping all day. Before she left her station, many had tried giving her a ride home and even offered to walk her home. But Y/N had believed it to be unnecessary. She had only lived down the street and she was sure she’d make it home safely.
She had never been more wrong in her life. Fear flooded her senses as she heard the footsteps behind her. The sound of the shoes hitting the pavement with each step had been extremely loud in her ears with each quick step she took. With the increase in her pace, the increase in the footsteps followed.
Enzo hadn’t been far when he heard a woman’s scream. With war raging around them, he hadn’t been sure of the cause of the scream. Part of him believed he shouldn’t even be bothered by the scream. That it was becoming routine to hear them as he traveled through this part of town.
At least that was until his ears picked up on her cry for help numerous times.The desperation in her voice had Enzo running towards the sound. When he found the source, a rage filled him in a way he was sure he had never felt before.
The woman had been trying as hard as she could to fight off her attacker. But it seemed useless. And in her current state, Enzo knew he couldn't just leave her.
"This is definitely not a way to treat a lady." Enzo said as he grabbed a hold of her attacker and tossed him against the nearest wall.
The sickening crack of bone hitting brick filled the air the moment his body made contact. While something was surely broken, it hadn't stopped the man from attempting to get up. But before he fully could, Enzo was on him instantly, sinking his fangs into the man, ripping his throat out. The screams that came from the man as he died were like music to his ears.
When he turned around, he found the woman curled up in the corner of the buildings that surrounded her. Her eyes were wide as they landed on Enzo. He quickly moved to clean the blood off of his face, not wanting it there as he tried to help her from there. Fear was evident in them as he took careful steps towards her. But the whimper that left her lips caused him to stop and place his hands up.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." He promised, not making any movement towards her. "I am here to help."
He watched as her lips trembled as her eyes went from him to the body that laid on the ground not too far from him. He could see the wheels turning in her head and he couldn't blame her. Not after what she had just experienced.
"I assure you, my intentions are only to get you somewhere safe." He watched as she nodded her head slowly before he even thought to take a step towards her. Before he did, he removed his jacket quickly, to use it to help cover her in some way. "My name is Enzo."
"Y/N." She whispered as he approached her and handed her his jacket. She took it quickly and covered herself.
"Alright, Y/N." He said giving her the smallest of smiles. "Why don't we get you somewhere you feel safe and I'll help you in any way I can."
Y/N only nodded her head in an answer before Enzo easily picked her up off the ground. And just as he promised, he had taken her to where she felt the safest.
"Her attacker had been a soldier. And while she knew that, it didn't change her mind about wanting to help the wounded. I turned her not long after that night." He said as he looked over at Damon. " I had been visiting her when Dr. Whitmore realized what we were. He drugged Y/N first, using her to lure me over. Any other time I would have walked away, but I couldn't leave her behind. I had fought to get her free but I ended up in a shipping box shortly after. Before we knew it we were here."
Before Damon could even voice anything about what he just learned, the door down at the end of the hall opened once more. This time, Dr. Whitmore came in dragging an unconcious Y/N with him. He quickly opened Enzo’s cell and tossed her in before closing it after and leaving completely.
Out of instinct and routine, Enzo was by her side in seconds. She looked bruised in places that her own blood hadn’t healed just yet. While she was still out, he carefully moved her over to the otherside of the cell.
“You really do care for her.” Damon observed out loud.
“She’s the only person that refused to abandon me.” Enzo said as he sat down beside Y/N, his fingers running along her cheek. “On one of our attempts to get out of here, she was almost free, but she risked it to come back for me and it failed. That was when Whitmore started using her for his more in depth experiments.”
“And how do you propose we attempt to get out this time?” Damon asked as he sat down by the bars of the cell.
"When the opportunity presents itself." Enzo said as he looked from Y/N to Damon and back to her. This time he'd do anything to make sure Y/N made it out.
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4 years later.
"We've got a plan." Y/N said as she sat down next to the bars to see Damon.
Enzo had been taken by Whitmore for his daily dose of torment, leaving Y/N and Damon left to wallow in helplessness as they usually did. At least that was until an idea popped into her mind.
"What have you been cooking up in that head of yours?" Damon asked as he walked over to sit as close to her as possible with a thick wall between them.
Over the last few years, the three had become close. As close as anyone can be in this particular situation. Damon could see why Enzo loved her. He would move mountains if it meant she'd be safe.
She had grown on him and he soon began to care for her. In a way that one would care for a sibling. He befriended Enzo and Y/N through the darkness of their situation.
Damon had watched a few times where Enzo would attempt to fight Dr. Whitmore about taking Y/N. But it always ended the same way. Y/N would still be taken while Enzo got an injection full of vervain.
"The New Year's Eve party." Y/N said with a nod. "That's our best chance."
"How?" Damon asked with a raised brow. "We're usually drugged up for those things."
"Enzo and I talked about it while you were gone." She began. "We think you should start drinking our rations. Build up your strength. By the time the party comes around, you will be able to help get us out of here."
"Why me?" He asked curiously. "While I would appreciate the increased intake of blood, why couldn't one of you two do it?"
"Come on, Damon." She shook her head slightly. "You know us. If something happened to either one of us, the other might do something stupid." That had caused both of them to chuckle. "Plus, Whitmore drains me daily. Why waste perfectly good blood when I'll be drained of my own shortly after."
Over the years, they learned that Y/N was special to Whitmore. Whatever he was doing for experimental purposes, Y/N was his go to. It was why Enzo was having a harder time recently letting Y/N be taken away.
They argued about it when they were in the cell together for long periods of time. Y/N would tell Enzo that he needed to try and stop. She hated seeing him so weak because of her. The man that had looked devilish the first time she saw him, had been replaced over time by someone else’s doing.
“You’re right.” Damon sighed as he nodded. “Plus they don't have anything against me to keep me in my place.”
“That’s the spirit.” Y/N said with a smirk pulling at her lips. “So tonight when we get our rations, you’ll also get mine or Enzo’s. That way you can sneak under the radar at some point.”
“How exactly is that supposed to happen if I get sliced and diced every few days?” Damon asked.
“That’s the thing. In order for this to work, it’s gotta be me and Enzo getting ‘sliced and diced’ the most.” She noted.
“He’s not going to like that.” Damon said, giving her a knowing look.
“Actually, it was his idea.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “This will work Damon. And then when we are out of here, you’ll get to see your brother.”
A small smile pulled at Damon’s lips at that. “That is something to look forward to.”
Over the course of the year, Y/N and Enzo had been taken the most for Whitmore’s experiments. Each day that they got their rations, Y/N and Enzo would alternate giving Damon theirs. There were several times that Enzo had given up his multiple times in a row because he refused to let Y/N be any weaker than she had been.
And with each day that passed, Damon grew stronger. It had gone unnoticed by Whitmore with how much time he had been spending with Y/N recently. As the time dwindled down, it was Y/N that was gone for hours to days. That was when Enzo worried the most.
Enzo paced the cell the night before the New Year’s Eve party. Y/N had been gone for two whole days by that point. Even when the lights had gone out at night, or even when the rations came in for them to be fed, she was never brought back to the cells.
“She’s never been gone this long.” Enzo noted as he continued to pace.
“Easy, Enzo.” Damon said as he watched Enzo’s feet go back and forth between the bars of the cells. “She said Whitmore had plans for her for tomorrow night. This is probably just a part of it.”
As if on cue, both of them had been able to hear her screams echo in the distance. The way she screamed seemed louder this time in comparison to others. Just hearing it had made a feeling of guilt and anger fill Enzo’s chest.
Enzo couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something different in the sound of her screams. For as many times as he’s heard them, and had them embedded into his mind, the scream he just heard was different.
This wasn’t her ‘in pain’ scream. There was a brief silence in between whatever Whitmore was doing to her before her screams started again. And that was when he heard it. At the end of it, he had easily picked up on the sobbing that followed it.
Y/N never cried anymore. Not during the torment or even after. If Enzo had calculated correctly, he hadn’t seen her cry since the first night they had been there. It was why it had sounded odd to him now. If he hadn’t been worried before, he was now.
The pain was different to Y/N. Whatever it was that Whitmore had injected into her the night before had somehow increased her pain. Every part of her felt as if it had been on fire.
As the scalpel sliced into her skin, another piercing scream passed her lips. Her hands had been clenched to her sides, her nails digging into the palm of her hand. She was sure that her fingernails were scraping into bone with how hard she’d been clenching her fist.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt this badly. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Sure the pain was real, but she could usually block most of the pain out in order to not give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her scream. But this time, it felt like every cut had been magnified by a thousand. Even the slightest pressure of a finger felt worse than it was.
The scalpel had done its job. She’d been cut open just as Whitmore had wanted before he began peeling back her skin to take a look inside her abdomen. The touch of his hand against her skin had been like taking a branding iron and placing it against her skin. No matter how many times she tried to ignore it, it was impossible.
Once he started messing with her organs, she couldn’t handle it. It felt worse than him just cutting into her skin. The weight of his hands had only fueled the fire that her nerve endings seemed to be on. And with the sudden slicing of an organ, she broke. The scream that passed her lips could have easily woke the dead.
“Please!” She begged before a sob passed her lips. While she knew the man wasn’t going to listen, Y/N had to try. “Please just let me go back to my cell.” Tears were running down the sides of her face as she looked at the man above her. But no matter what she asked of him, he hadn’t listened.
Y/N’s pleas were enough to cause Enzo to hit fist against the wall in frustration. From the moment he saved her, Enzo hated seeing her hurt in the slightest. And now, there was nothing he could do to stop her from feeling pain.
Damon knew what Y/N’s screams were doing to Enzo. The last few years, he never once saw Enzo this worried for Y/N. The woman could handle herself on many occasions but tonight it seemed worse for her. Damon could only imagine what was going through Enzo’s mind. The woman he loved was being tormented and he couldn’t even help her.
“We’ll get out of here. Just hold on to that revenge tactic a little while longer.” Damon hoped that his words would calm Enzo down in some way.
Enzo ran his hands down his face before looking over at Damon. “I need you to make me a promise about tomorrow.”
“You name it.” Damon nodded.
“If by some horrible luck that tomorrow doesn’t go as planned, if you are only able to save one of us, let it be her.”
“It won’t come down to that.” Damon had every reason to believe that nothing would go wrong tomorrow. He knew there were risks, but for as many times as they went through the plan with each other, they knew they’d be able to go through with it.
“I hope it doesn’t, but if it does-”
“I’ll make sure she gets out.” Damon finished.
Another hour passed before Y/N’s screams had stopped. Another hour before the silence became deafening to Enzo that he wished to hear some kind of sound from her. Even with Damon being stronger, he couldn’t pick up on her voice. There was just silence from the other side of the door.
It was another thirty minutes before they heard the familiar sounds of the door opening. Y/N was being dragged into the room and her whimpers could be heard from down the hall. Even as she was stopped in front of the cell, the pressure of the cell bars hitting her skin had caused a silent scream to pass her lips.
Once Y/N was tossed into the cell, Enzo moved to her side, just like he had always done once she was brought back. But the moment his hand gently pressed on her back, she screamed. It caused her to move away from him quickly, needing to be away from the pain that came with the touch.
Enzo quickly moved back, attempting to give her space as his eyes widened in confusion. He didn’t understand what it was that he had done to hurt her. By now she should have been healed in some way. But even as he looked into her eyes, he could see how much pain the simple touch had hurt her.
“I’m sorry.” She said with trembling lips. “Whitmore did something that currently has my nerves on fire.” She shook her head. “The slightest touch hurts and I can’t-”
“Shh,” Enzo said as he moved closer to her, but being careful not to come into contact with her in any way. “There is nothing to be sorry about, love.”
She nodded her head before a sob passed her lips. “We’re going to get out of here, right? Because I can’t live like this. I can’t go through another day of being on that table, Enzo.”
Enzo’s heart broke at her words. Y/N was giving up. For as long as they had ben in there, Enzo had been able to keep Y/N from giving up. He had gave her every reason to believe that they would make it out of there alive. Yet here she was, giving up.
“I made you a promise that I would do anything to get you out of here.” He said as he kept his eyes locked on hers. “I don’t intend to go back on my word.”
A shaky breath passed Y/N’s lips as she looked over at Damon. He now had been laying on the ground with his face pressed against the bar. A look of worry on his face as he watched the two. He nodded his head the moment she looked over at him.
“We’ll get out of here tomorrow.” Damon promised.
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The evening had gone just as expected. Whitmore and his fellow members of Augustine had gathered for one hell of a New Year’s Eve party. The vampires were on display for all of them to see. Y/N had been in her own cage while Enzo and Damon had been across the room in one together.
Throughout the night, Y/N had been used to show off Whitmore’s work. The humans are amused by the details that Whitmore had been able to do with Y/N’s nerves. With every poke and every slice into her skin, a broken sob passed her lips. The pain of it all too much.
Every second of it, Y/N wished she was dead. That death would be so much easier. How there would be no more torture, no more pain. And by the time midnight was a few short minutes away, she hadn’t cared if the plan worked or not.
She hardly cared about the press of the bars keeping her in had been laced in vervain on them or the fact as she leaned against them that they burned her back. She didn’t even care when Whitmore had said that it was time for their annual tradition of ringing in the New Year with Vampire Blood. None of it mattered anymore.
It wasn’t until Damon appeared in front of her and called out to her several times did things finally snap back into perspective for her. She looked around her and found the place on fire. Bodies had been tossed about. No doubt been killed by Damon in the process. The blood on his face proof of it. She quickly got up from her spot and made her way across the room to Enzo, with Damon right behind her.
As Damon went to attempt to get the door open, Y/N moved over to the side of the cage to look at Enzo. As their eyes met, a smile pulled at Enzo’s lips. He hadn’t missed the vacant look on her face moments ago. And seeing her now there was a change in her.
“You had me worried there for a moment, gorgeous.” He said, giving her a smirk.
“I know.” She said with a nod, “But I’m right here.”
“Can you two maybe flirt later?” Damon asked as he went to grab the door. The moment his hands landed on it, he hissed from the vervain.
Both Y/N and Enzo looked his way. “You’ve got to get me out of here. This whole place is going up in flames.”
“Trying!” Damon said as he looked around for anything to use. But there was nothing.
Worry filled Y/N as she walked over to Damon’s side, practically pushing him out of the way to give it a go herself. Once her hands landed on the bars, a scream passed her lips, but she held on to it, not caring about the pain, and pulled at the door.
After a moment she let go and her eyes met Enzo’s. “I’m not leaving you.” She wanted it to be clear that she wasn’t going to go anywhere without him. Even if it meant she went down with the house.
“I know.” He said with a nod before looking over at Damon for a moment. He watched as Damon nodded his head before he turned his attention back to Y/N. “And you’d do anything to make sure I’d get out of here alive. But that means I wouldn’t keep my promise to you.”
She shook her head quickly, understanding coming quickly. “No, I’m not leaving.”
Enzo reached though the bars and placed his hand on her cheek. Even as Y/N winced at the pain, she refused to move. “I’ll get out somehow. But I need you to be safe. And if that means you leaving me here, I’ll be okay with that.”
The heat of the fire had drawn near and even Damon had been worried about how much time there was left. “I’ll come back for him.” Damon said taking a step closer to Y/N.
“No,” She said moving away from Enzo’s touch to look at Damon. “You go and I’ll find a way to get him out of here.”
“This place will be burnt down to the ground by the time you manage it. You are in pain, Y/N. Let me do this.” He said hoping that would somehow change her mind.
“No.” There was finality in her voice.
“Damon.” Enzo said, almost pleading.
“Sorry, Y/N, but I’m not taking no for an answer.” Without another word, Damon moved to grab Y/N.
A scream passed her lips as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “No!” She tried her hardest to fight against Damon’s hold but he had been stronger than her. Her head quickly shot up to Enzo. “Enzo!”
“It’s okay, love.” He said as he watched her. “I’ll get out of her. I’m keeping my promise.”
That was the last thing she heard him say before she was carried out of there. She could hear the room begin to collapse and it took everything in her to stop the scream that bubbled up in her throat, but nothing had been able to stop it once she reached outside.
Even as Damon put her down, the scream that left her lips had been mixed with a sob as she fell to her knees. The sound itself was the definition of broken. He looked between Y/N and the house for only a moment before he attempted to head back inside. But the flames had consumed so much of the house that it had been nearly impossible.
“No.” He said as he looked at the house. He ran to the back, looking for anything, but not even then. They had wasted too much time and the house had gone up. When he went back to the front, he could see Y/N begin to get up. He quickly moved to her side and was met with a hard slap to the face.
“You were supposed to help us!” She screamed at him. “You left him in there to die.”
Damon knew that there was that possibility that things would turn out this way. He tried to keep himself calm as looked back at her. “I made a promise to Enzo that I would get you out of there. You’re out now. But we both know that if I hadn’t made that promise I would have easily have walked out of there without either of you. If you want to run in there and die with him, be my guest. But I did what he asked and now I’m free to do as I please.”
Damon’s words had stunned her for a moment. Even as her body shook from the sobs that still came from her, she couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re free then. Go and do as you please. But if it hadn’t been for us starving ourselves to make this plan work, you’d still be in that cell. Remember that Salvatore. And even when you believe you have forgotten, I’ll send a messenger to remind you.”
She turned away from him then. Her mind unsure of where she’d go or what’d she do next. All she knew was the love of her life, the very person that saved her and made her life worth living, was currently being engulfed by flames that she believed to be unsurvivable. The pain that she felt from her nerve endings was nothing in comparison to the pain she currently felt in her chest.
Pain. Grief. Anger. A tornado of emotions that she didn’t know if she could control on her own. She knew she’d never recover emotionally and mentally from this. And there was only one other alternative that she could do.
So she flipped her switch and the tornado of emotions were gone.
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Bound To Break Chapter 1
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: no set pairings in this chapter, eventual Loki x Reader
Word count: 2.7K
Warnings: None, but we just getting started
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Fear coursed through Y/N as she slept. With each portion of the dream that played out, she tossed and turned. Her mind mixes memories in with the dream that it had been creating for her. And at each part of the dream that she least expects it, the tesseract would appear in one place or another.
Y/N walked further into the room that the tesseract seemed to be on display. With each step she took, the cube brightened, attracted to the woman’s energy for an unknown reason. She could hear the others on her coms warning her to take things easy. But there was something about the way it caught her attention that Y/N couldn’t ignore it.
As she came to a stop before it, she began lifting her gloved hand to touch it. A voice in her mind telling her to interact with it. To touch it and feel the power radiating off of it. At the same time, she could hear Fury telling her to back up and leave it be. But Y/N couldn’t stop.
Her eyes shifted to an eerie blue color to match the tesseract as she lifted it from its spot. And the moment she did, a burst of energy released, throwing Y/N a few feet back. It was as her body hit the ground that Y/N woke up.
As her eyes shot open, she realized she was too close to the ceiling. A green glow surrounded her before her mind fully awakened, causing her to fall back onto her bed. Her heartbeat going a mile a minute as she tried to get a hold of herself. Ever since her accident with the Tesseract, she’d have dreams similar to the one she just had.
A hand ran over her face as she sat up. The green glow long gone as they had done so. These new powers of hers were something she didn’t entirely understand herself. After some practice, she could get the glow to resurface when she wanted it. But that was as far it ever got.
Of course that was willingly. When she was sleeping her subconscious seemed to get more access to it and at times her whole body would be alight with the glow and several times she’d find herself hovering over the space she last fell asleep at.
Moving out of her bed, she moved to get ready for her day. Mornings after a dream such as that one, she’d go out to her back yard and meditate for a while. To somehow calm the energy that was swarming within her. For the most part, it always worked. Today shouldn’t be any different.
But as she made her way into her kitchen, a faint buzzing filled her head and it caused her to stop in place. As she reached for the hidden gun behind a painting, she kept her eyes on the kitchen entryway.
“That’s not necessary, Y/L/N.” Hearing the voice had caused Y/N to stop reaching for the gun and roll her eyes.
“I should have known that even with locked doors you’d still find your way in if you wanted to.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. As she walked in, she took note of Fury sitting at her table before going over to her coffee maker and setting it up for a fresh pot.
For as long as Y/N had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D she should have known that one day they’d come calling for her. Her mind was racing for an explanation as to why Fury would come to her home. It could be that they wanted her to come back for a mission. Or she could be the mission herself. She remained calm though. She knew that if this was about taking her in, the place would have been surrounded by now. Not much of an escape.
“What is it you want?” She asked as she reached up into the cabinets above head for a mug, before looking over her shoulder. “Coffee while we’re at it?” She watched as he nodded his head but didn’t say anything else.
She could feel how he was observing her. The differences in her since the last time they had seen each other. Y/N was quickly becoming one of their top agents, but after she resigned she stayed mostly to herself. To Fury, it was a complete 180. As he watched her, Y/N continued to pull a few things out of cabinets and drawers as the coffee brewed. Once it was ready, she walked over to the pot.
"I've got an 0-8-4 I need you to help with." He said as he watched her begin to pour the coffee.
"The last time I helped you with an 0-8-4 I ended up with this." As she lifted her empty hand up a green glow emitted from it. "Along with a surveillance team that is really shitty at keeping a low profile. I'd rather not come back with something else I can't explain."
Fury didn't say anything at first. His mind playing back to that particular day he had Y/N help him out with moving the Tesseract. The slightest hitch in plans had caused the cube to send a burst of energy straight into Y/N. The scream that left the woman before him had been heartwrenching before she passed out from the pain. When she awoke, Y/N was different. She had a power that she couldn't control or even begin to understand.
It was one of the reasons Y/N resigned from S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't like having the attention on her during her recovery and even afterwards. She had become an 0-8-4 herself and she needed her own space to rediscover who she was with those new powers.
"I assure you it's just an observation task with Coulson." He said after a moment. "We've got a hammer stuck within a crater. We're sure its owner will come around to collect it and I'd prefer it if you were there along with Barton."
"What about Nat?" She asked as she turned towards him, bringing the mugs of coffee to the table.
“Romanoff is currently finishing up her work with Stark.” The words had caused Y/N’s eyebrow to raise.
“You sent Nat to keep an eye on Stark?” She asked as she took a seat across from Fury as he reached for the coffee she slid over to him.
“Someone had to do it. And if I remember correctly, that was supposed to be you before you resigned.” Fury gave a nod of his head before he brought the mug up to his lips, taking a drink.
“We both know things wouldn’t have worked out as they needed to.” Y/N said as she watched the man before her. “You wouldn’t be only keeping up with him, but me as well. Bigger messes than necessary.”
“How is the road to self discovering?” He asked as he placed the mug back on the table. “Everything you hoped it’d be?”
She huffed as she took a drink from her own mug. “A lot of meditation to keep the buzzing at bay.”
“That buzzing warned you I was here.” He noted with a slight tilt of his head.
Y/N found her mug to be interesting. “That’s not the first time you’ve seen that happen.”
“As you said, there are people who do their job poorly. Which is why I am hoping that for this one, you’ll come join Coulson in New Mexico.” He watched as she looked up at him. “Barton will be there as well if that will sweeten the deal.”
She chuckled as she shook her head slightly. “Barton is probably pissed that I resigned.”
Fury gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Only one way to find out.”
Fury knew how upset Clint Barton had been when his closest friends decided she was resigning without telling anyone. One minute he had been sitting beside her bed when she was injured and in the next she was gone without another word. When Fury began keeping tabs on Y/N, Clint never asked about any of the information that was received. Though there were plenty of times where he’d look like he’d be getting ready to ask Fury but never did. Fury would have handed the information over if he had asked.
“What happens if the owner of the 0-8-4 returns?” She asked before taking a drink of her coffee. She wanted to know the details before she agreed. She’d make Fury believe he had her before she pulled away once more.
“Observe, and if we need to, engage.” He began to stand with that. “I know you, Y/L/N. You made your decision a few minutes ago. We believe there is no need to engage. But if there is, I know you can handle it.” He began to walk towards the side door. “I’ll tell Barton he can have his rematch.”
A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she watched him walk out of the house. As much as she believed she wouldn’t be going back, Fury was right. She had made the decision a few moments ago. And if there hadn’t been familiar names brought up, she never would have made that decision.
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From the moment Y/N got off the plane in New Mexico there was a slight buzzing in her head. It reminded her of the many times the buzzing would happen when there was danger lurking. But no matter where she stopped to look for it, it was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone since she was loaded up onto a plane. She was sure she could keep the buzzing from becoming too much of an annoyance.
“Agent Y/L/N.” The words themselves had caused Y/N to stop and turn to look for the source.
Seeing another agent not too far from her, she made her way over to him. “Coulson couldn’t even meet me?”
His eyebrow raised. “Coulson has other priorities at the moment. He’ll brief you upon your arrival.”
Y/N rolled her eyes as let out a deep breath. “Then lets not keep the man waiting.”
The time between the airport and the onsite facility, Y/N had been able to go through a file or two that she had been handed the moment she was in the car. She could see why Fury wanted her there. Before Y/N had resigned, she had worked well with figuring out occurrences just as the ones in the folder she had been reading.
Jane Foster’s work had been incredible and Y/N had enjoyed seeing the research she had done. This 0-8-4 was definitely something she was going to love looking at it. A hammer that had been stuck within the crater of something extraterrestrial. But her eyes widened as she looked over the thermal images. The shape of a man could easily be seen within the images
As the car came to a stop, she never took her eyes off the file in her hand. Even as she moved to get out of the car, her eyes were scanning over the pages. But the moment she stepped out, a buzzing came through her head that caused her to lift one hand up by her ear..
The moment she did, she caught an arrow in her palm before the green glow formed and melted the shaft of the arrow. A small smirk pulled at her lips as she closed the file with one hand and turned in the direction of where the arrow had come from.
“I think your aim is off!” She called out as she continued to follow the agents in. She dropped the broken arrow as she did so, knowing the owner of it was watching and listening. Though part of her did wish he had been close by so she could see the reaction on his face.
“I know that had to hurt Barton.” Coulson said the moment Y/N was in ear shot.
“Oh I know. He’ll survive.” Y/N said as she handed him the files. “Jane Foster did a hell of a job. Have there been any new developments since you’ve found it?”
“The 0-8-4?” Coulson asked as he began to walk down the makeshift hall. Y/N began to follow him. “The item itself has been creating interference with the tech.”
“An interference how?” Y/N asked as they rounded a corner.
“Glitches mostly.” He said looking over at her. “Nothing that hasn’t worried us too much.”
“Fury mentioned this is mostly an observation.” She wanted to make sure as well as make it known that she didn’t want to stay longer than necessary. “Only engaging when necessary. I don’t see how I was needed to babysit a hammer that is only causing tech interference.”
Coulson chuckled. “You really haven’t changed, Y/N.”
“I try not to. But given the circumstances I’m sure you can understand why I’d rather be back at home.” She said with a nod.
“Give me a week.” He said as he came to stop by the exit where the hammer could be seen. “If there is no one that tries to reclaim it, I’ll let Director Fury know that you are free to go.”
Y/N thought about it for a moment. “Fine. Where do you need me?”
“Surveillance for now. Fury mentioned you know when something is coming.” He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Coulson knew Y/N would come in handy. For as many times as someone could be blindsided, they’d know ahead of time.
“Don’t push it. We both know I don’t even know the extent of these powers.” She said with a shake of her head.
“It’s enough to melt one of my best arrows.” Clint’s voice filled the air causing Y/N to turn towards Clint with a smirk on her face.
“You should know better than to annoy someone with a shiny new toy.” The two of them glared at each other for a moment as Clint came to a stop in front of her.
It wasn’t long before both of them smiled and pulled each other into a hug. The action itself had been a reminder that the two hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. After a period of time of not seeing each other, they would pull this as a welcoming back moment.
“I’ve missed you.” Clint said as he pulled away from her.
“So have I.” She said with a nod. “I just needed some time.”
“I know.” He said with a nod. “You took a hit and to be honest, I’m surprised you even decided to come for this.”
“I’m staying out of the action this time around.” Y/N nodded her head. “I’m only here if things get way out of hand.”
Clint looked between her and Coulson for a moment. “I’ve got her Phil. We’ve got a bit of catching up to do before you put her on desk duty.”
Y/N chuckled as they watched as he left them. “So no hard feelings about disappearing without a word?”
He scoffed. “You may have left, but I knew where you were all along.” It caused her to roll her eyes as they began making their way towards the surveillance room.
Y/N ran her hands along her face as she looked over the monitors. There hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary for the last several hours. She had spent most of her time making sure that there wasn’t anyone flying over their newly formed restricted site.
“Now I remember why I wanted to leave.” She mumbled causing Clint to chuckle.
“Too late now.” He said never taking his eyes off the few screens in front of him. “You agreed to come, now you gotta do the job. Unless you want something more exciting to happen.”
Y/N shook her head. “Not at-” Her words stopped as the buzzing sound came alive full force in her head. Y/N brought her hands up to rub at her temples trying to get it to stop. But she knew what it meant.
Clint hadn’t missed the way she had winced as her hands had touched her temples. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay. He didn’t know how she reacted to certain things.
Before Y/N could even try to get words to form, a message came over the coms signaling the reason why the buzzing was going off.
Agents down! We've got a perimeter breach!
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A Piece of You Part 4
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Former Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: None in this one.
Author’s Note: Here is the next part. And from what I can tell you guys have been wanting this one badly! Thank you guys for being so patient with me. I appreciate it.
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥
Y/N placed her bags in the trunk of her car. Fresh tears had still been running down her cheeks as she placed the last bag in and closed the trunk.
“Don’t leave.” Freya pleaded as she watched as her best friend was ready to take off. “You can hardly walk straight after that spell. Stay for the night and if you still feel like leaving in the morning, no one would stop you.”
“I can’t stay.” Y/N said with a shake of her head as she turned to face her best friend. “Not after all of this.” She brought her hand up to wipe her tears. “I’ve been so blind and I can’t even think straight.”
“All the more reason to stay another night.” Freya practically begged. She didn’t want Y/N taking off while upset, let alone still weak from the spell they had done. “I’m sure the two of you can work things out. If you want I can have Rebekah drive you to your family home and we’ll talk in the morning.”
A sad chuckle passed Y/N’s lips. “I doubt it. I just need some time on my own. Away from here. Away from New Orleans.” Freya could see how broken Y/N was at that moment. All she could do was pull her into a hug before telling her goodbye.
.
“The Father doesn’t know?” The witch, Tiffany, said as she began pouring two cups of tea.
Y/N shook her head. “It’s complicated.”
“It can’t be that complicated.” The witch was curious about what made it so complicated.
Y/N bit down on her lip for a moment before she sighed. “I’m pregnant with a child that took numerous tries to conceive with the help of magic. Not to mention he had been sleeping around with a…frenemy of mine.”
“Okay, that is complicated.” The witch shook her head as she handed Y/N a glass. “Will you tell him?
“I want to.” She said with a nod. “He deserves to know.”
Elijah hadn’t meant to invade Y/N’s memories as he had. Her mind was still open to him after spending a majority of the night talking about Henrik. When Y/N fell asleep in the arm chair, Elijah couldn’t just leave her there. It was when he picked her up to take her to the bed did the memories flood his mind with the simple touch.
Y/N sat on the couch with a pad of paper and pen in her hand. She looked between the blank page in front of her and the sleeping baby in the bassinet next to her. She owed him this. Sighing, she began writing.
Elijah,
I know I left with the promise of not coming back. Turns out fate is telling me that isn’t exactly in the cards for me. I went back earlier this month. I wanted to tell you in person, but I just couldn’t. I saw you with her and I just thought of all the pain I felt and I left once more. So I’m trying this another way and I hope you understand.
After so many failed attempts, we finally did it. We managed to bring a child into this world. I know it’s going to be hard reading about this, but it is true. We have a son, Elijah. A beautiful boy that I would gladly give my life for. His name is Henrik, just as I promised.
.
A babbling Henrik sat in his walker as he pushed himself around the living room. Y/N’s grin was big enough that her cheeks had been hurting the last few minutes. Without another thought, she picked up a piece of paper and started writing.
You should have seen him today, Elijah. He’s grown so much since the last time I’ve written. He started walking on his own. He just decided right then and there that he was going to take a few steps across the room. I wish you had been there to see it…
.
Y/N walked into Tiffany’s shop and tossed a stack of letters in front of her. Tiffany’s eyebrow raised as she looked at them. “What are those?”
“The letters I sent.” Y/N’s voice had sounded broken at the words.
“He sent them back?” Tiffany asked.
“Unopened.” Y/N said with a nod. “He has no idea about Henrik.”
“Oh Y/N,” Tiffany walked around the counter and hugged her. “I am so sorry.”
But out of everything Elijah saw in the span of seconds, there was one memory that stood out the most to him.
Henrik’s laugh filled the air as he chased a few other kids around the yard. Y/N had been standing on the porch as she watched the kids. At least that was until she saw a car pull up in front of the house.
“Henrik, Tess, Lila, I need you guys to come inside.” Y/N’s voice was loud and calm despite the fear that was building up inside of her at the unknown car.
“A few more minutes, please.” Henrik’s voice carried over to her.
“Now.” Y/N said as she looked over at the kids. Henrik took one look at Y/N and understood what was going on. He knew when Y/N said now, it was for his safety. She hardly spoke to them like that.
With the other two in tow, the kids ran past Y/N and headed inside. Y/N kept her head high as she watched the car door open and out came Alric.
“How did you find me, Ric?” Y/N asked from her spot.
Alaric stopped for a moment taking in the woman before him. “Y/N?” He asked as he took another step closer. “I swear I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Then why are you here?” She asked, never once relaxing.
“Would you believe I’m actually recruiting for the school?” He asked as he came to a stop in front of her. “We have a device back in Mystic Falls that shows a source of magic coming from this location. I thought I could help by offering a place at our school.”
Y/N shook her head at that information. “I’m not interested.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Alaric chuckled. “While you’d make one hell of an addition as staff, it’s actually not your power source, we’ve seen. From what I’ve put together it could be your son.”
“How did-” Panic began to build in Y/N.
“Hey,” He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “you have no reason to be afraid. I’m here to help. I figured you of all people would know what an opportunity this would be for him.”
“Just because I know kids that are thriving there doesn’t mean it is best for everyone.” Y/N noted. “You’ve wasted a trip.”
Alaric sighed as he pulled his hand away from her. “You know, there was something about that source that had me curious.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “What?”
“It’s a lot like Hope’s.” He said as he watched her reactions. “Now I may be out of the loop on many things, but from what Hope has told me, you and Elijah were pretty close.”
Y/N scoffed and shook her head. “If we were that close Ric, I’d still be in New Orleans and not all the way out here.”
He sighed, taking a moment to rework his thoughts. “I know you, Y/N/N. I know about the tragic events your parents put you through before you met the Mikaelsons. And I know all about the stories the Mikaelsons have been through. If my assumptions are right, your son has one hell of a lineage. If the device Hope created was able to locate him, others can do the same.” It wasn’t meant to scare her. He knew what kind of dangers came with being a Mikaelson or a Y/L/N. And if he was correct in his assumptions, her child was both.
Y/N sighed as she looked back towards the house. “Do yourself a favor, Ric. Get back in your car, and head back to Mystic Falls. We’ll be fine.” She turned and started walking back towards the house hoping he’d get the point.
“What are you going to do when your own family finds out about him?” He called out after her, causing her to stop and look at him. “If he’s anything like Hope, I know you are already training him. But just think about it. We can have Freya and Hope help you teach him while keeping him safe.”
Y/N scoffed as she walked back over to him. “If you really know the stories of my family, you know what will happen if he goes there. We’ll bring unwanted attention back to Mystic Falls. When the time comes, I’ll be the one to decide who helps him. Not you.”
Not only Did Henrik possibly inherit his own family’s enemies, Henrik also inherited Y/N’s family’s as well. Elijah hated the thought of someone using Henrik just as they attempted to use Y/N for.
He sighed as he placed Y/N down on the bed beside his son. Instinctively, Y/N turned over in her sleep and pulled the sleeping child closer to her. And as if Henrik had been used to it as well, he curled into her embrace before a content sigh passed his lips.
A small smile pulled at Elijah’s lips at the sight. But it hadn’t lasted long. Just as Y/N said earlier that day, there was a reason she wouldn’t go to her childhood home. As he walked out of the room and closed the door gently behind him, he could see the several protection spells in place around the suite.
Candles with protection sigils etched into them had been lit in several places. A long put out sage stick sat on the counter, ensuring that no one standing on the outside would be able to hear within the walls. Even the table had a protection spell in place, one that Elijah recognized fairly easily since it had been Freya’s spell.
As he walked around the room, Elijah took in every little detail that proved even Y/N had been afraid of what was awaiting them with their return. Y/N took a risk bringing Henrik here. Their son was in more danger in New Orleans than he would be in Mystic Falls.
Henrik’s magic was different. Y/N’s family dabbled in the darker sides of magic. And if Henrik held the potential to wield that magic, Elijah knew that anyone in Y/N’s family would be able to sense it. And if they could sense it, it would only be a matter of time before they came looking for him.
It was with that thought that Elijah decided he wasn’t leaving them alone that night.
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“Momma.” Henrik’s voice was a whisper in Y/N’s ear. His hands reached out to Y/N’s shoulder as he shook her slightly. “Wake up, there is someone in the other room.”
It took less than a second before the words registered in Y/N’s sleep filled brain. She got up out of bed quickly before pulling the charm that had been laid out next to the bed and putting it around Henrik’s neck. She held up a single finger to her lips, telling him to stay quiet, which he quickly nodded in response.
There were a million things running through her head at that moment. All Y/N knew was that she had to get Henrik out of there, safely. The charm that was around his neck would only do so much. But it would be enough to help him get away if needed.
Leading him over to the door, she gave him a small smile before opening the door slowly.
“Whatever it is you believe you need to do, I assure you it’s not necessary."
Hearing the voice, a sigh of relief passed her lips before she looked back at Henrik. "It’s okay.” She said with a nod. “Just stay here while we talk.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Henrik asked not wanting to let his mother out of his sight just yet.
She tilted her head to the door, allowing him to take a look. Henrik moved past the bedroom door for a moment before coming back. “Anything?” She asked with a small smile.
“Nothing bad.” Henrik said with a confident nod.
“That’s my boy.” She said before leaning down and kissing the top of his head. “I’ll let you know when you can come out.”
“Okay momma.” Henrik said watching as Y/N closed the door.
“You’re still here.” Y/N’s voice was soft as she watched Elijah from her spot, her back leaning against the door. “I thought you would have left.” From where she stood she could see him standing in the kitchenette pouring batter into a pan.
Elijah looked over his shoulder for a moment, giving her a small smile before looking back at his task. “After you fell asleep, it occurred to me how much of a risk you were taking coming back here now that Henrik is older. It wouldn’t have been me if I didn’t stay and help to protect my family.”
The words caused Y/N to roll her eyes as she pushed away from the door and walked towards him. “We are hardly even close to being a family.”
“That doesn’t mean Henrik should have only one parent looking after him.” He said as he slid the ready pancakes onto a plate before turning the stove off and looking at Y/N. “I am willing to do this on your terms. All I ask is that I get to know him.”
On her terms. She hadn’t been expecting that. While they had spent a majority of the night talking about everything Elijah missed in Henrik’s life, they hadn’t at all discussed how this was going to work between them. She expected a fight. Yet here he was just giving her control over the whole thing.
After a moment, Y/N sighed as she came to stand beside him, her hands on the counter in front of her. “Remember yesterday how Henrik told me you were good?” She asked as she looked over at him.
Elijah’s brows furrowed until he remembered what she had meant. During that time he had been in shock, but he had heard the words come from his son. Nodding his head, he waited for her to continue.
“He’s got this ability to tell someone’s intentions in his life without ever needing to speak to them.” Her eyes moved away from him to her hands as they traced the designs of the counter top with her finger. “The more he gets to know the person, the deeper he can dive into that intention. While I know you would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, he’ll know before you do if at any point you even think about turning your back on him.”
“I would never do that to him.” Elijah said as he watched Y/N begin to shake her head.
“You made that promise to me once.” She looked back at him. Elijah didn’t miss the hurt that was clear in her eyes. “You said this would be on my terms, but it won’t be up to me. You can get to know your son. I will never deny you that. Spend time with him, show him the world through your eyes. Let him see you as the man that saved me and who I fell in love with.” A sad chuckle passed her lips as she ran a hand up her arm. “But the moment he tells me you’ve changed, that’s when I’ll step in and put my foot down.”
Elijah understood exactly what Y/N had been telling him. She wouldn’t interfere with the time he asked for, nor would she make things difficult. But he knew that Y/N would make sure that Henrik wouldn’t walk away from this with a broken heart like she had.
He placed his hand on top of her hand that was still placed on the counter. A sigh leaving his lips. “I know that it is going to take more than a few conversations for us to come close to even a fraction of what we used to be. But I need you to know that I am truly sorry for not only hurting you but making you feel that you couldn’t even trust Freya.”
“That was hard.” Y/N admitted. “There were so many things I wanted to tell her.” She paused for a moment. “To tell you. Every part of me wanted to include you and your family during the pregnancy, but every time I worked up the courage to tell you, I would think about that night. And I know you are apologizing for hurting me and I’ll accept it. But forgiving you is a whole ‘nother level.”
“I have learned from early on that your forgiveness, even your trust, is not something you take lightly.” Elijah nodded, his hand squeezing slightly on top of hers before removing his hand completely. “I would never expect you to shrug it off for my benefit.”
A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips, disappearing a second later, as she took in his words. “As long as we both understand.” Pushing away from the counter, she took a few steps back. “I’m going to talk with Henrik, and then I’ll properly introduce you two.”
Elijah smiled. “Take your time. But I should warn you, breakfast might be cold by the time you’re done.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and walked back to the room. Once in with the door shut behind her, she found Henrik sitting in the middle of the bed, with her grimoire in his lap.
“Can I learn this one?” He asked as he looked up at Y/N.
Y/N’s head tilted as a smile grew on her lips. Walking over to the bed, she sat down next to him, looking at the spell. Her fingers ran over the page as she took the spell in. “This one wouldn’t be hard to do. If you wanted to, we could ask Freya to bring some things over and try later. But how about we talk about something first?” She asked as she gently pulled the book out of his lap.
“Is this about who he is?” Henrik asked as he watched his mother put the book on the nightstand. “It is more than later.”
Y/N chuckled and ran her hand through his hair. “Have I ever mentioned you are too smart for your age?” Henrik just grinned up at her. “But yeah, this is about him.” She took a deep breath trying to find the right words that she needed. “You know your favorite bedtime story?”
“The one about the vampire that saves the witch?” He asked excitedly. No matter how many times, Y/N had told him that story, it had always been his favorite. He never grew tired of it. In his world of supernatural creatures, that was a positive outlook in a sometimes dimmed world.
Y/N smiled. “Yeah, that one. I was the witch that the vampire saved.”
Henrik’s eyes widened slightly. “I knew it.” He mumbled to himself and Y/N tried to hold back a laugh. “Was he the vampire?” He asked a moment later.
“His name is Elijah and he is that vampire.” She nodded. “And for a while there, after he saved me, he continued to protect me from our family that wanted to hurt me. And in return I helped him protect his family when someone wanted to hurt them. And I-we fell in love. It was a real life fairy tale to me in some ways.” She bit down on her lip a moment. “And then the only thing that was missing from our happy ending was you. And with some help of a bit of my magic, we got you.” She said with a smile.
She watched as a look of confusion formed on his face. “But if it was a happy ending, why didn’t I know who he was?”
Y/N sighed. “Because before you were born, we got into a huge fight and mommy moved away to get a clear head. I didn’t know I had you until Aunt Tiff told me. For the longest time I tried telling your dad about you. But things got…hard and mommy was mean by keeping you away from him. And when Elijah saw us yesterday, we needed to have a long talk about you. And if you want to, he wants to spend some time with you.”
Henrik looked down at his hands and guilt filled Y/N. Maybe that had been too much to throw on him. Maybe she should have taken things slower. But she always told Henrik everything he needed to know and there was nothing she told him that he couldn’t handle yet.
“He’s good.” Henrik said, still looking at his hands. “Right?”
“Only you will know, my love.” She placed her hands on top of his, causing him to look up at her. “If you don’t want to spend any more time with him after a while, that’s fine, okay? But it’s what you want to do. I won’t make you do this if you don’t want to. That power of yours is a great one, it will never let anything bad happen to you.”
The table had been set with breakfast. An assortment of plates covered the already small table, leaving very little space. It had been what kept Elijah busy. He had been surprised by the fact that Y/N hadn’t blocked him from hearing the conversation. To be honest, he had only caught the last part of it and it actually made him nervous.
He now understood what Klaus had felt when seeing Hope for the first time in years. A child such as Henrik, who has known the stories of his father, was sure to have expectations. Living up to them would be a challenge that Elijah would take and hopefully live up to them.
The tension in his shoulders released the moment the bedroom door opened. He stood in front of the table, letting Y/N take the lead on this. He wasn’t going to jump right into things if there was a possibility of making Henrik uncomfortable.
Tightly gripping Y/N’s hand, Henrik kept himself close to her as they walked out. While normally not a shy child, Henrik was meeting his favorite person in all of the stories his mother told. To know that character that he had imagined to be so many things was his father had him nervous. But he wanted to meet Elijah.
Y/N led him over to where Elijah had been standing. She could see the man before her was just as nervous as she and her son were. This was a big step, but if her son was ready to do it, she’d take it with him.
Sighing, she gave Elijah a small smile. “Elijah, this is your son Henrik.” She looked at Henrik next. “And Henrik, this is your dad, Elijah Mikaelson.”
Elijah smiled at Henrik before he kneeled down to his level. He placed his hand out in a simple greeting. “It is great to finally meet you, Henrik.”
Henrik eyed Elijah’s hand before letting go of Y/N’s hand. Moving past Elijah’s outstretched hand, Henrik moved in to hug Elijah tightly. The action itself had surprised both Elijah and Y/N. “Thank you for saving momma.”
A smile pulled at Elijah’s lips as he wrapped his arms around his son. The comfort of the small arms wrapped around him had been unexpected to him, but he had enjoyed it. There were so many ways this meeting could have played out, but Elijah had been glad this had been the outcome.
Y/N’s heart swelled at the sight before her, at the same time the guilt poked its head out as well. She never doubted for a moment that Henrik would accept Elijah into his life. But this very moment could have happened years ago if she hadn’t been so stubborn.
“I believe your mother is very capable of saving herself now.” Elijah noted as he looked up at Y/N. He chuckled as he watched her roll her eyes at the statement.
As Henrik pulled out of Elijah’s embrace, he began to dive right on into everything Elijah had missed in his lifetime. From the things he could remember, the details of every house they had moved into and even the magic Freya had began teaching him.
Elijah had a grin on his face as he listened to all of the details he was giving over. Even as he stood and led Henrik over to the table to get him started on his breakfast, he listened and absorbed every piece of information he could.
Y/N watched the interaction before her from her spot. She wanted to save this moment in her mind. Henrik wasn’t upset with either of them that prevented this meeting. Henrik loved that his hero was right there in front of him, wanting to know everything about it. She loved the way Elijah had immersed himself in the conversation as if he had never missed any of it.
She listened as Elijah began offering his input and Y/N couldn’t believe she had put this off for so long. As she watched Henrik take a bite out of the pancakes Elijah had placed in front of him, she took that moment to interrupt.
“I’m going to let you two spend some time together.” She said as she took a few steps back towards the room. “I have a few things to get in town.” It was as she turned to continue walking that she felt Elijah grab a hold of her hand. She turned back and looked at him.
“You don’t have to leave.” He said softly. “Have breakfast with us.”
“You need time with him.” She gave him a small smile. “I won’t be gone long.”
“Please stay.”
His words had surprised her. Not only the words but the way they had sounded to her. She nodded her head after a moment and gave him another smile.
As they walked back to the table together, Henrik was already starting on another pancake, causing Y/N to shake her head, a smile on her face. “Slow down there, the food isn’t going anywhere.”
“She’s right.” Elijah noted as he took his seat at the small table. “There are several more where those came from. Wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick before you even start.” The eye roll that Henrik gave had Y/N and Elijah chuckling.
“Seems your mother’s habits have been passed down.” He said as he looked at Y/N.
“Oh he’s just getting started.” Y/N grinned. “Give him time, you’ll learn he’s got more of you than he does of me.”
For the first time, the three had a meal together. It was everything Y/N had hoped it would be. This was exactly what she pictured their morning routine would be if things hadn’t changed as they had. And while she would never admit the thought out loud, she knew this was just a moment of light in the darkness that she was sure to surround them.
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Painted Souls Part 4
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, several other ships throughout this series.
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: My lack of knowledge in law (I looked up as much as I could!), but besides that, nothing I can think of.
Author’s Note: Welcome to the next part! I know a lot of you guys have been waiting for this one. I apologize for the wait on that! But here it is! One of the reasons why I hadn’t updated this one is because I wasn’t sure where I saw this one going. My original idea didn’t include an end. But thankfully now it has a course and I can’t wait for you guys to see what I’ve got planned. Thank you guys for reading! ♥♥♥
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"Does she do that often?" Klaus asked as he watched Y/N bite on the nail of her thumb and paced the open space of their dorm.
Caroline's head tilted as she watched Y/N. "No this is new. She usually paints when she's freaking out. This, I've never seen before."
"Come on, Y/N found out so much last night. I wouldn't expect anything less." Elena said as she plopped down on her bed.
"Can we stop speaking as if I'm not here?" Y/N asked as she looked at the others. She hadn't stopped pacing though. Her mind was reeling and she wasn't sure how to process it. Everything played on an endless loop and it just wouldn't stop.
"Your brother?!" Y/N asked with wide eyes as she looked at Klaus.
Destiny had a strange way of doing this. It took Caroline meeting Klaus in person for her to even learn anything about her soulmate.
"Here I'll prove it to you." He said as he pulled out his phone and began typing away. As soon as he placed it on the table for them to read the message, the girls and Marcel leaned in quickly to take a look.
So Katherine tried giving you her number again
Instinctively, Y/N looked at her palm. It was the very name that had been written on her palm along with the number. Was it really that small of a world?
The sound of the phone vibrating on the table pulled her eyes back to the phone, her eyes scanning over the message just as the others did.
How do you know that? I thought you were in Richmond.
Klaus smirked at the message. "Does he know about your showing?" He asked looking at Y/N.
She nodded her head slowly. "He said that he wouldn't miss it. That is what he signed with E."
He nodded as he picked up the phone and quickly typed out a few more messages before putting it down, allowing the others to see it.
Because I watched as Katherine's name and number appeared on a new friend of mine.
A lovely artist who is excited about her showing at Richmond Gallery Next week and that you'll be attending.
Y/N's heartbeat picked up at reading the messages. While only seconds had passed since the messages had been sent, she was anxious to see whatever the next message would be.
After a minute, the new text appeared on the screen.
You are with her?
Caroline chuckled. "He seems a bit skeptical about it."
"I don't blame him." Marcel said. "Especially with what happened with his ex, even I'd- ouch."
Klaus rolled his eyes. He had smacked the back of Marcel's head. That wasn't exactly something that Y/N needed to hear at that moment. He turned his attention back to Y/N who had been biting down on her bottom lip.
"May I?" He asked as he reached for her hand.
Y/N raised her eyebrow, but lifted her hand up for Klaus to take. Klaus took her hand and turned it over. As he did, he pulled the pen out of Marcel's shirt pocket and began drawing on Y/N's wrist.
"Love, can you text him back and tell him to check his wrist." He said to Caroline while never taking his eyes off what he was doing.
Y/N watched as she quickly typed out the message before placing it back down. Her eyes moved back to the drawing Klaus had been doing. It was something she knew she had never seen before in her life. But for some reason that she couldn't explain, it had felt familiar.
"What is that?" She asked.
Klaus looked up at her for a moment with a grin. "It's our family's crest."
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Elena asked watching as Y/N shook her head to try and remove the memory from being at the front of her runaway thoughts.
“Yeah.” She said with a sigh. “I'm just nervous."
"He asked you out to dinner, not to elope." Caroline noted as if it had been no big deal.
"Coming from someone who has had constant contact with your soulmate.” Y/N said shaking her head before giving Klaus a small smile. “I get that we have just met and that he is your brother, but my head is spinning in a way I didn’t think possible.”
Even after the initial shock of the night before, It seemed that Elijah was now making the effort to get to know her. There were a few questions here and there on her skin that she’d happily answer. At least that was until she had fallen asleep and woke up with his number on her wrist.
At first she was hesitant to text him. After all that time of wondering who was on the other side of the connection, she finally knew. But there she was with her thumbs hovering over the keyboard to her phone as she debated on what she should say.
It took her almost an hour to even type out her message. A simple one of stating that it was even her. From there the messages had quickly picked up. Most of it carrying on from their conversation the night before. At least that was until Elijah had told her he needed to attend a series of meetings at work, but would love to meet her for dinner tomorrow night.
It’s been two hours and she still hasn’t responded to the message. Anxiety was filling her with every passing minute and she didn’t know how to respond. Her roommates and Klaus had come back with breakfast and found Y/N just as she was.
“I don’t blame you. My brother has had a rough go of things.” Klaus noted. “Though he is an idiot for taking this long to actually speak with you. My sisters must be having a field day."
"I take it your sisters have been pushing him to this?" There was worry in Y/N's words. The thoughts that followed the simple question had played through her head like a never ending parade.
What if he didn't really want to do this? What if he had only been doing this to please his siblings? What if she wasn't what he wanted or needed for that matter?
"Elijah doesn't do anything he doesn't want to. You have nothing to worry about." Klaus said, hoping to ease Y/N in some way. He could practically see the runaway train.
"Look, Y/N." Elena said as she got up from her seat and walked over to her. "You two are meant to be together. Tomorrow night will be good for the both of you. It doesn't hurt to have one dinner date.
“Elena’s right.” Caroline added. “From what Klaus has told me, you both need this. And it wouldn’t hurt to get to know the man before your Gallery showing.”
Y/N nodded and took a deep breath trying to calm herself a little more. "You guys are right.”
She knew that if she had put it off any longer it would make her go crazy on the night of the showing. If she had met and gotten to know Elijah before then it would make for a night for them to enjoy. Not a night of possible awkward conversation in order to get to know each other.
Without any other thought to make her back out, she pulled out her phone and sent Elijah a quick text.
I’d love that. Anywhere specific in mind?
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“I thought we were done with meetings for the day. “Finn said as he sat down in his normal chair in the conference room. Elijah sat on the left of Finn while Freya had been standing off to the side.
“Apparently our father would like for us to take on a new case.” Freya clarified as she handed a copy of the file to each of her brothers. “It’s nowhere in our normal practice, but we’ve all handled a case or two like this.
As Elijah opened the file, his eyes widened as he took in the information. “Please tell me you’re joking.” He said as he looked up at his sister.
“Afraid not.” She replied with a shrug.
“Lucien Castle.” Finn said as he read from the file. “That’s one hell of a crime he is being convicted of.”
“It wouldn’t be an easy task, but we may be able to pull it off.” Elijah said as his eyes continued to scan over the file. “There is a lack of evidence in several spaces. We might be able to turn this in our favor.”
“There is another thing I should mention before you get completely excited about this being a possible win for us.” Freya said as she looked between the two. She sighed softly as she sat on the table across from them. “The District Attorney is Greta Sienna.”
Finn tossed the file on the table and leaned back in his seat. “I do hope the both of you don’t have plans for later this evening. If Greta is the DA, there is a lot of work we’ll have on our hands. She won’t take this lightly and if our father is asking us to take this on, it’s not just business, this is personal.”
“I’ll make some calls and get everything we need.” Freya said as she stood up and moved to leave the room.
At that second, Elijah’s phone went off with a text message. A small smile pulled on his lips at the sight of the name on the screen. He hadn't even seen the message yet.
I'd love that. Anywhere specific in mind?
Elijah would have hardly believed it himself if he hadn't felt the way his heart sped up at the words. While he and Y/N had been texting for quite a while and he had been enjoying the conversation, he had been skeptical about how this was going to go.
But reading the message had made the stress of the day fade so easily. His thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment before typing out his message.
I may have somewhere in mind. Though you won’t know until we get there.
"I do believe that is the first time I've seen you grin like that while texting in a while." Finn said as he observed his brother. "I take it you've been speaking with Y/N."
It had been a while since Finn, or any of the other siblings, had seen Elijah smile as he had been at that moment. After Celeste left Elijah, Finn and the rest of his siblings had tried as much as they could to cheer up Elijah. But as Finn had expected after a break up such as what Elijah had experienced, he just wanted to be left alone and not for his siblings to mettle as they had been.
Elijah chuckled and placed the phone down. “It’s strange. I’ve been fighting this for so long. I didn’t expect it to be so...easy.”
A small smirk pulled at Finn’s lips. “If I’m not mistaken, the point of the universe giving us a soulmate is to give us the best chance we have at love.”
Elijah rolled his eyes. He had heard that exact saying from his mother his whole life. The whole Mikaelson clan had heard their mother talk about how their soulmate connection worked. How they’d be able to find them easily, but it would be a lot of work in getting to know them and keeping them in their life.
Having Celeste in his life had clouded that from him. He truly believed that even though he had a soulmate out there in the world that he and Celeste would be able to make things work. Plenty of people had lived their life without ever meeting their soulmate. They loved someone else and things had worked out. Elijah had hoped that would be the case for them. But he had been proven wrong.
“How is Sage?” Elijah asked, attempting to change the subject.
“She’s wonderful.” Finn said with a grin growing on his lips. “Even though the honeymoon has been over, it definitely doesn’t feel that way. She was definitely worth the wait.”
Elijah’s phone went off again and he had been quick to reach for it. It caused Finn to chuckle at the sight. “Say another word and I’ll leave you and Freya to do all the preliminary work.” Finn put his hands up in surrender before going back to the file in front of him.
How is that fair?!
Again the message had brought the smile back to his face. At least that was until the next message came in.
Klaus said if you hate surprises you shouldn’t torment me with one.
It had actually made Elijah wonder why Klaus was still around Y/N. Had Caroline and Y/N been that attached to the hip that his brother would be feeding her unnecessary things?
If my brother knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep things to himself. Wouldn’t want me to spill secrets to Caroline.
There had been an instant reply.
Oh, do tell. Caroline would love all the secrets.
I’ll take the surprise and I’ll be fine. Can I at least know how to dress?
He thought for a moment. He hadn’t even really thought of where he wanted to take her for dinner yet. He had a few places in mind, but he hadn’t picked where just yet. There were several restaurants that passed his mind in that second. But none of them had felt right.
At least that was until another place came into mind. He quickly typed out his message. Just as he hit send, Freya came back in with a stack of files and placed them on the table.
“This isn’t even half of it.” She mentioned as she spread them out.
“We really are going to be here all night.” Elijah said as he ran his hand down his face.
With that, the siblings began the process of going through the police reports and other things to find a way to ensure they could do their best to prove Lucien’s innocence and go up against their least favorite person, who was making the case against them.
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