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Melting Fears

Elphaba x Glinda

Warning(s): Angst, fluff, comfort tckling!

Word count: 2.9k

Summary/Prompt: Elphaba’s fears are catching up to her and she seeks Glinda’s comfort in the middle of the night.

A/N: YO it’s 1:30AM!! This was inspired by my wicked hc I have where Elphaba does in fact pay Glinda at least one secret visit after she becomes a fugitive, of course Glinda hides her. It’s not specified how long it’s been between the end of Act 1 and the start of Act 2 but I suspect it’s about 5 years or more. This is set somewhere just after the end of act 1. Also they haven’t yet confessed their undeniable yet suppressed feelings for each other and so they’re still best friends! Two oblivious witches 😭

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Rumors and gossip traveled fast in Oz. Despite being in hiding Elphaba had become painfully aware of all the horrible things that were said about her as well as the various ways they wanted to kill her.

She had acted tough when she’d chosen to leave, claiming that no one would ever bring her down. But of course there came a time when all the pressure got too much to bear. In between her time flying around and helping out the Animals keep their voices in exchange for food and shelter she’d spent too many sleepless nights meddling over every word spoken about her, fighting to keep herself from giving into believing them. She’d find herself fearing they would be successful in their search and capture her. It brought on this constant exhausting weight in her chest that never seemed to ease.

She needed to find solace.

So, during a cold darkened night Elphaba slipped out of the den where a family of foxes had given her a place to stay for the past week. She wrapped her black cloak around herself as she mounted her broom and launched into the starry sky, wincing at the burning sensation of the wintry night air as it blew against her face. She flew off in the direction of Emerald City where she knew her one and only friend lived.

When she finally reached the city’s borders, Elphaba remained high, using the night sky as cover and hoping the moonlight would make her green skin blend with the palace. She was aware that Glinda had been moved there after she’d been appointed to help the Wizard. Fiyero had been promoted to Captain of the Guard and tasked with finding the Wicked Witch of the West but Elphaba didn’t know that part.

Elphaba took precautions to avoid being detected by the flying monkeys that she was sure would be guarding the city. She eventually came to a stop by the shimmering emerald green palace, hovering her broom next to a window hesitant to make another move. Even though she had scouted out Glinda’s room she was starting to think that this was a terrible idea until the latch clicked and the window opened.

“Elphie?!” The blonde witch gasped quietly, looking understandably surprised by the unexpected arrival of her best friend.

Neither of them broke the other’s gaze. It had been only five months since Elphaba had left and they hadn’t seen each other since.

Elphaba released one hand from the broom to give a shy wave. “Hi Glinda,” she murmured before looking down to the terrifying drop below then behind her before finally returning her gaze back over to Glinda with a slight look of desperation. If the flying monkeys flew by they’d surely recognise her and sound the alarm.

Glinda’s surprised expression quickly turned to fear. “What are you doing here? Someone might discoverate you!” She whispered frantically.

“Exactly, so let me in,” Elphaba hissed impatiently.

The blonde haired girl looked over her shoulder quickly and then stepped aside to allow Elphaba to climb in safely. She then shut the window and closed the blinds while Elphaba dusted off her black cloak and put her broom next to the window in case she needed a quick get away. Glinda turned to her. She was wearing a blue nightgown and the expression on her face was already filled with questions.

“Look I know, I know I’m not meant to be here I just—“ Elphaba began to explain, but was cut off when Glinda wrapped her arms around her in a big and warm hug.

Glinda wasn’t much of a hugger and hadn’t ever been good with expressing physical affection towards anyone. She’d only expressed her affections towards Fiyero, but over the past year he’d grown distant. When it came to Elphaba, Glinda had learnt earlier in their school life that she responded best to comforting forms of physical touch since she’d never received much when she was a child.

Elphaba melted almost immediately into the embrace. Still, her heart was pounding and she was trying her absolute best to fight off the urge to cry but her eyes were welling with tears already. Her hands were subconsciously trembling from the anxiety that was coursing through her. A shaky breath escaped her and Glinda must have noticed it because she pulled back a little to look at her.

“Are you okay, Elphie?” Glinda asked quietly, concern coating her eyes while her arms still wrapped around her waist.

That was all it took for the green girl to break down in tears, slowly sinking to the floor as if losing all energy to hold herself up. She’d been repressing all her emotions for the sake of remaining strong for herself. But now within the presence of her one and only friend she could finally give into the pain.

Glinda pulled her into another hug, following her down. “Oh Elphie.” She whispered as she held her tightly and rubbed soothing circles on her back to try and calm her while Elphaba sobbed her heart out.

They sat there together for a good five minutes before Elphaba could finally manage a coherent sentence. “I—I can’t…can’t do…do this anymore,” she whimpered, voice cracking between sobs. “I’m s—so tired of running and being so scared all the time.”

It broke Glinda’s heart. She squeezed her a little tighter and kissed her forehead. She couldn’t ask her to go home. Everyone in Oz would kill her the moment she stepped outside and there was no way she could stay and hide out here, she’d surely be discovered.

“I know,” was all she could whisper. “But…you have too.”

It was the hard truth. Elphaba knew that.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, sniffled and wiped her eyes as she tried to recompose herself. “I’m sorry for throwing this on you so late at night. I just…I needed to see you.”

Glinda placed her hands on Elphaba’s shoulders and softly locked her gaze onto hers. “No no don’t do that, don’t apologise! I’m glad you’re here. Truth is I…missed you.”

This brought a small smile to Elphaba’s tear stained face. Glinda slowly helped her stand back up before she skipped over to her queen sized bed and leapt on. She looked over at Elphaba expectantly as she gave the empty spot beside her a pat.

Elphaba hesitated for a brief second before making her way over to the bed and climbing on. She sat in a way that gave her quick access to leap off. It was a habit that came with her paranoia. But now in a calmer and more present state she was able to take a second to admire Glinda’s enormous room. As expected it was very pink. There was a fireplace and a desk with books scattered over it and shelves that contained various knickknacks.

“You’ve scored the jackpot Glinda,” she said once she’d eventually turned her attention onto her best friend.

Glinda giggled and nodded in agreement. “Of course I have, it’s me!”

Elphaba looked down at her slightly trembling hands as her smile faded. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards her. She was aware that Glinda was not to blame but seeing what she’d gotten out of the situation made her realise that the hole she had dug herself into meant that everything she had ever dreamt of was so far out of reach it was untouchable.

Her expression must have been easily noticeable because Glinda frowned and turned her body, simply staring at her as if she was trying to read her mind.

Feeling eyes upon her, Elphaba quickly looked up. “What?” She asked almost defensively.

“Nothing, you’ve just…changed.”

“Well can you blame me? All of Oz is out to melt me with a bucket of water because apparently I’m an evil witch with an impure soul,” she spat. An ember briefly sparked deep within her and she glaring so hard that her eyes would have burnt holes in the bed if they could.

Glinda fell silent. She’d had to deal with hearing everyone around her shout horrible things about her best friend. Every word had been like knives to her heart especially since she knew first hand that none of what they said was even remotely true. It hurt even more that to keep up an appearance she had to agree with them. “You’re not evil Elphie.”

Elphaba could feel tears brimming once again and she looked away. Glinda let out a quiet sigh. This was not how she’d hoped their reunion would be like. All of a sudden, an idea struck her and she sat up with a sly grin. She very gently poked the green witch’s side to test the waters, pulling away quickly when Elphaba flinched and gasped quietly in response to the familiar sensation.

“What was that for?” Her eyes had snapped around to see Glinda’s shimmering with excitement.

“You might have changed, but surely your ticklishness has not.” The look in the blonde’s eyes was terrifyingly devious.

Elphaba’s own eyes widened and she gulped. She abandoned any previous thoughts to make an escape but Glinda was ahead of her. She gently pushed her back up against the headboard, straddled her and placed her hands so they were already hovering just above her sides.

During their time together at school Glinda had discovered Elphaba’s little secret during a lesson about being popular. Well it had been less a secret and more of a surprise to Elphaba since she’d never experienced physical touch in such a playful manner. No one had ever wanted to get close enough to her, and if they had it had not been to show any form of affection or comfort. Glinda had become the first person to truly help Elphaba understand that physical contact could in fact be kind, love-filled or even playful. Hence hugs being one of her favourite forms of affection that she received.

“W-Wait, Glinda, do you t-think this is a good idea?” Elphaba stammered, not even moving to try and stop her.

“Don’t worry, my room is soundproof,” Glinda murmured, “so no one will hear us and no one will find you. I promise you’re safe with me Elphie.” She wriggled her fingers teasingly without touching her.

Elphaba was already squirming with anticipation and she couldn’t stop the nervous giggles from streaming out of her mouth. Her cheeks had already heated up to a dark green and she was biting her lip to try to suppress her giggles.

“It’s been years since I’ve gotten to hear you laugh, Elphie.”

“Oh come on you don’t have to be so dramat—” she began but was quickly cut off when Glinda dug her fingers into her sides, drawing out a rather sharp and high-pitched shriek. She hadn’t chosen to go easy on her.

Glinda dragged her fingers up to her ribs and skittered them and then spidered back down where she danced along her stomach. Elphaba let out a series of snorts in between her cackling laughter while her hands frantically tried to grab the blonde’s wrists to no avail.

“Sweet Oz, Elphie I forget how ticklish you are,” Glinda teased, earning a deeper green blush from the witch as she covered her eyes in embarrassment.

Elphaba yelped when Glinda reached back and squeezed her knee. She then traveled up to her neck, giving it a light scratch where she got a squeal from her best friend as she scrunched up her face and raised her shoulders. But she wasn’t done.

“Glinda, please!!” Elphaba whined, but she made little to no effort to push her off when she was very capable of doing so.

She suddenly threw her head back and let out what sounded like a howling-like screaming cackle as Glinda suddenly descended down upon a weak spot just below her ribs. It made Glinda recoil out of surprise. “That’s new.”

Elphaba looked genuinely shocked by her own reaction. She looked up at Glinda who tentatively tickled that spot again which received a similar response.

“Did I just discover a new secret ticklish spot?” Glinda asked, a twinkle of proudness in her eyes.

“G—Guess you did,” she breathed out, her cheeks flushed a deep green at the discovery.

“You are so adorable Elphie.”

If it was even possible Elphaba's ears and cheeks burned an even darker shade of green at the praise and she squirmed under her adoring gaze. Glinda finally decided to cease her attacks as she collapsed on top of Elphaba who instinctively slipped a free hand around her back to support her.

“I promise I’ll explore that spot more next time.”

This had Elphaba’s stomach fluttering with an anticipated excitement she’d never felt before which made her want to squirm. Like how you feel when you’re giddy. So instead she just bit her lip and nodded silently. She felt like she was melting in the best way.

“Are you feeling better now?” The blonde asked more softly, eyes still resting on her best friend.

Elphaba gave her another nod. She was exhausted and she could feel her eyes growing heavy but she wore a genuine yet gentle smile.

“Good.” Glinda gently scratched that spot just below her ribs one last time.

Elphaba jumped and let out a yelping squeal as uncontrollable giggles streamed back out of her mouth. She instinctively recoiled away as best she could but that proved to be near impossible with someone on top of her.

Glinda laughed softly at her reaction, booping her nose playfully. Elphaba gave her irresistible puppy eyes. “Okay okay I’m done,” she promised.

“You know Glinda…you’re very vulnerable laying on me like that.”

“Elphie—” Glinda warned but it wasn’t as intimidating as she’d hoped. It sounded a lot like a squeak.

Elphaba grinned and then dug her fingers into her best friend’s sides, wriggling them speedily just the way Glinda had taught her. High pitched giggles immediately poured out of the blonde witch and she attempted to roll out of Elphaba's embrace but she was trapped.

Unlike Glinda, Elphaba let up her revenge after only a minute, deciding to be a lot more merciful given the time of night. She allowed Glinda a moment to catch her breath before sitting up. Naturally, Glinda rolled off her and back onto her bed with a relieved sigh.

Elphaba glanced down at her best friend with a gentle smile, looking at her with nothing other than love. Glinda held her gaze and minutes of silence went by.

Eventually, Elphaba did break that silence. “How’s Fiyero?” She quietly asked. Her heart had longed to see that boy as much as it had wanted to see her friend.

“He’s…good, yeah very good in fact,” Glinda replied as she sat up with a bounce. She would have mentioned his most recent position, but since he’d been tasked with leading the hunt and capturing of Elphaba she decided it was best to leave that out so as not to scare her.

Elphaba smiled a little, nodding her head before lowering it slightly in thought. As long as he was happy and well that was all that mattered. She looked back up, meeting Glinda’s gaze but she wore a look that she couldn’t quite read.

“Forgive me for not asking earlier,” she took Glinda’s hands and smiled, “how are you?”

“Me? Oh I’m fabulous Elphie! Just…fabulous.” There was clear uncertainty in her last words despite her usual confident beaming smile.

Elphaba had hidden behind a smile more times than she could count to be able to see that her best friend was hiding something. She gave her an inquisitive look but was dismissed with a wave of the hand so she didn’t push it. Feeling the moment pass, Elphaba decided it was time to leave. She slid off Glinda’s bed. She knew that she couldn’t stay no matter how much they both wanted her too. She made her way over to her broom, pausing once she’d reached it.

“Oh and Glinda,” she spoke softly, looking back over at Glinda who’d gotten off the bed after her, “I missed you too.”

Their eyes remained locked for a second before Glinda closed the distance and pulled her into a final hug. “I love you Elphie.”

“I love you too.”

Their words were meant to be an exchange of their friendship or so that’s what they thought.

Elphaba reluctantly pulled away. “I must go,” she murmured, a small smile appearing briefly as she mounted her broom once Glinda had opened the window for her. “Thank you for tonight,” she whispered, “keep glamourfying Oz with your Goodness.”

The blonde wiped a tear from her cheek, letting out a gentle giggle at her words as she waved her hands to playfully shoo her out. Elphaba chuckled softly, tipped her black witch hat politely with a grin and turned to climb out the window. She paused one last time to glance over her shoulder at her best friend before she leapt out of the window. The broom dipped dramatically before it launched upwards and took off into the darkness of the beautiful starry sky. Glinda watched as her best friend’s silhouette flew across the full moon, the sound of her light cackly laughter echoed through the wind before she disappeared from sight.

“Of course I will, always. Goodness knows you keep defying gravity, Elphie.”

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And there was only one broom

We can only all fit if we squeeze together. Anyone opposed? Thought not.

Elphaba agrees to help Glinda with her flying skills, but the lesson becomes quickly informal and with all the more good company when Fiyero joins them. For @thisswitchisacertifiedbitch, who asked for some “movie nights,” “multiple lers,” and “getting stuck” for some holiday fun! You also asked for any musical, so, dear, I went Wicked because I needed some wlw and poly ship content for my holiday fun :) Hope you like it!!  As always, thank you @ticklygiggles for hosting this event! Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and Happy Squealing Santa!

SFW. Potential warnings: none. Wicked tickle fic.

Word count: 2,493

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Elphaba’s preferred Saturday night had never included other people. This Saturday night, though—with her arms wrapped around Glinda’s waist and the blonde witch’s joyful shrieks being carried off by the wind, and with Fiyero clinging to Elphaba’s waist for dear life and stifling his own shouts in her back—Elphaba would have gladly seen repeats of similar nights in the future.

That morning, the plan had been for her to help Glinda practice her broom-handling techniques—Elphaba normally wasn’t so willing a tutor, but she was weak to Glinda’s batting eyelashes and puffed out lower lip. Elphaba had fallen equally weak to Fiyero knocking on the girls’ dorm door that afternoon, adorably shy as he asked if they’d want to see a show together later that night. Glinda had agreed right away, all but bouncing in excitement, and had hooked her chin over Elphaba’s shoulder and nuzzled her cheek until she accepted the invitation, with the stipulation that they would fly to the show so Glinda could get her practice in by keeping the broom in the air through the whole production. Elphaba was weak to the girl she adored, but she was also strict in wanting to help her girl do well, especially when she asked for help. Glinda hadn’t mentioned until they were nearly on the edge of the Shiz Academy grounds that her broom had been hexed by a third-year during her last class, leaving the three only Elphaba’s broom to travel with. Glinda had assuredly declared that one broom could fit all three of them and that she’d certainly learn to fly better if her tutor was close enough to give advice. It hadn’t just been advice Elphaba had been whispering in Glinda’s ear on the flight, but it was still certainly encouraging. And, Elphaba admitted, Glinda was right; the broom fit all of them snugly, especially after they’d teased Fiyero that, unless they sat close as sardines in a can, their mount would capsize. He held on nice and tight after that.

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I have an idea for a Glinda and Elphaba story based on Jennafer Newberry and Lissa DeGuzman’s portrayals of Glinda and Elphaba. I included a link for reference. In popular during toss toss, glinda does this adorable giggle and then tries to have Elphaba recreate it, but it comes across as super forced and fake when Elphaba does it. I don’t know if this is too similar to the other Glinda and Elphaba story you posted the other day, but I thought it would be cute if Glinda tickles Elphaba to help her find her natural giggle. Of course Elphaba doesn’t let Glinda do that without her revenge so she tickles Glinda after. https://youtu.be/VQxRXpDtIf8 the toss toss giggle part starts at around 4:10, but at around 3:05 Glinda does really adorable deep gutteral laughter that is worth watching.

From Your Heart

Summary: Elphaba stops laughing at Fiyero’s jokes because she’s embarrassed of her laugh. Fiyero laments. Glinda takes this personally.

Take this as either a Glinda-Fiyero-Elphaba polycule AU or just supportive best friend Glinda who’s not into Fiyero but wants to help her hopeless bestie lock him down. I wrote it with the polycule in mind though because I love them. 

Glinda stopped being surprised at finding Fiyero face down on her bed by probably the third week of term. His dramatics harmonize well with hers, she specifically chose that mattress for the healing level of bounce it has--everything tracks. What doesn’t track, however, is Fiyero being face down on her bed and not at the date that she’d set up for him and Elphaba. 

“Why are you not wooifying Elphie? I specifically requested it.” Glinda sets down her purse and slips off her heels. Fiyero groans pathetically from the bed.

“Up, scoot, c’mon.” Glinda pats him until he moves over. She sits beside him and rubs his back.

“We went picnicking in the quad. Everything was perfect, Galinda. I even wore my good pants. But halfway through she just…ran away. I don’t understand. What if she doesn’t like me?” Fiyero’s lip wobbles. Glinda ignores the way that sentiment chews at the wall of her heart.

“Don’t be silly, Fiyero. Everyone likes you.” 

“What if she isn’t into me, I mean?” He sighs. She brushes his hair away from his temple. 

“I’ll talk to her, alright? I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Go mope in your room and I’ll send word.” She pats his cheek. He sighs and sits up. 

….

The door lock starts to click and Glinda’s on her feet in a moment. As soon as the door opens:

“Elphie!” Glinda throws her arms up with a joyful squeal. Elphaba freezes in the doorway. 

“Why are you so perky?” Elphaba eyes her suspiciously. Glinda frowns. 

“I’m always perky.”

“More than usual. Something’s up.” Elphaba sets her stuff down roughly. She sits on her bed. Glinda slides into the space beside her and tangles their ankles together. 

“Well, a depressed little birdie told me that your date with Fiyero didn’t go so well.” Glinda grimaces. 

“He told you?” Elphaba whispers in horror. Glinda shrugs weakly. Elphaba groans and drops her head into her hands. Glinda primly pats her back and murmurs a halfhearted ‘there there’.

“He’s just…he’s so funny, Galinda.” Elphaba picks her face up a bit, then drops it back down. She groans louder. 

“Normally that’s a desirable trait in a beau.” Glinda busies herself with unbraiding Elphaba’s hair--a habit for them. Elphaba visibly unwinds beneath the touch. It does Glinda’s soul well to see it. 

“Yeah, but…he’s funny and I can’t laugh at his jokes.”

“Are they terrible? Or perhaps risqué?” Glinda runs her fingers through Elphaba’s hair. The silky locks are soft to the touch. 

“No!” Elphaba’s face flushes a dark green. “Well, maybe, yes. Sometimes. But that’s not it. I…my laugh is ugly. I’ve been scared to let him hear it, so I’ve been hiding it. He tried to make me laugh earlier, so…I ran.”

This impacts Glinda like a chariot at speed. Her eyes rove over her best friend’s face, this beautiful once-in-a-lifetime wonder that just happened to bless Shiz University at the same time as she. A miracle in every way, and she’s blaming herself for something out of her control. Unconscionable. 

“It’s so stupid--”

“No. Don’t you dare do that. It’s not stupid at all.” Glinda squishes Elphaba’s cheeks between her hands. Elphaba softens, her gaze dropping to the floor. Glinda kisses her forehead. 

“I think Fiyero likes you because you’re you, Elphie. And that includes your laugh.” Glinda quickly wipes away the lipstick smudge left behind. 

“But what if he thinks it’s ugly?” Elphaba murmurs through her squished face. 

“That’s exactly what you asked me about your skin, and then I had to listen to him wax poetic about the color of emeralds for a week. He will like every part of you. Sorcerer’s swear.” Glinda holds her hand out. She and Elphaba exchange a complicated multi-step handshake in quick succession, ending in sparks and glitter puffing into the air between them.

“Would it be easier to let me hear it first?” Glinda bumps their shoulders together. 

“You’d have to really get to me. I’m not sure if you can.” Elphaba huffs. 

“Hey! I’m hilarious.” Glinda swats her lightly. 

“That’s not it, I mean…you have to catch me off-guard. I spent so long practicing hiding it that I don’t know if I can laugh anymore.” Elphaba tucks her hair behind her ear. 

“I have an idea.” Glinda turns fast enough to bounce both of them on the mattress. Elphaba scoots against the headboard to give her space, and does a sweeping gesture to indicate she’s listening. Even with the nonchalance, her eyes are sharp and painfully earnest.

“Well, it’s easier to start laughing than it is to stop. So what if I help you? I can teach you how to do the accepted Upper-Uplands giggle. When next you see Fiyero, try it! If he keeps making you laugh, your real one should come into the light.”

“You want me to fake it?” Elphaba furrows her brow. 

“Most magicians fake their power. Why should this be any different?” Glinda shrugs. Elphaba nods slowly as the idea takes shape in her head. 

“It’s…not a bad idea.”

“That’s the spirit. Now repeat after me.” Glinda shuffles and preens, clearing her throat. She releases something between a melody and a laugh—a trilly, pompous little thing that her mother had grilled into her during her formative years. 

Elphaba makes a noise like a dying goose. Silence falls over the room. 

“This is hopeless!” She wails. Glinda does not laugh, she does not, but she does puff her cheeks out ridiculously.

It just tickles her, the ways her two favorite people are made for each other.

Wait a minute.

“Elphaba Thropp.” 

“Am I in trouble?” Elphaba immediately leans back, eyes wide. Glinda spins around the bed, backing Elphaba up against the headboard. She gets close, close enough to see the faint glitter still smudged on Elphaba’s forehead. 

“Only if you’re ticklish.” Glinda grins, her hands finding Elphaba’s waist. Elphaba’s eyes widen past the size of the moon. 

“I am going to turn you into the slimiest, wartiest toad imaginable.” A wobbly smile overtakes Elphaba’s face. 

“You’re a very talented witch, but that sounds awfully hard to accomplish while laughing.” Glinda tuts and sets loose her fingers, tracing the asymmetrical seams of Elphie’s frock with unpredictable fingers. Elphaba’s face puffs up like the aforementioned frog. She hides behind her hands. Her shoulders shake with the effort of restraint. 

“Let me hear it, love. It’s just us.” Glinda nods encouragingly, even though Elphaba can’t see it. Elphaba peeks open one eye between her fingers, then shuts it again. Glinda frowns. She pries Elphaba’s hands away from her face, instead placing them around her wrists.

“Stop me if you hate it.” Glinda says very seriously. Elphaba blinks. 

“I can’t…it’s not…Idon’tmindit,” Elphaba says quickly, her face radiating heat. Glinda bites her lip on a smile.

“Good.” Glinda descends like a cyclone onto Elphaba’s ribs and it startles her laugh right out of her. 

An endearing mess of shrieks and cackles blesses Glinda’s ears. Elphaba slides down the headboard and into a fit of snorts, holding onto Glinda’s wrists but never pulling away. Her nose scrunches as she tries to fistfight a tidal wave—poorly, but adorably. 

Glinda fits her fingers into the curve of Elphaba’s waist and she tosses her head back, making a mess of her newly-freed hair. Hiccups filter into her laughter as it rocks her. 

“Is this so bad?” Glinda has to shout over Elphaba to be heard. Nonsensical syllables tumble from her lips as she waves her hands around. Her laughter finds wheezy silence. Glinda relents then, taking a long, proud look at her handiwork. 

Elphaba glows with her smile. It brightens her from the inside out. Little lines dance along the corners of her happily squinted eyes. Glinda pats her stomach. She jumps with an anticipatory giggle. 

“What if I still can’t let Fiyero hear it?” Elphaba fiddles with her fingers.

“Tell him. He’ll understand.” Glinda rests her hand on Elphaba’s thigh. “And when you inevitably choose to be stubborn instead of admitting to yourself that you’re ready and he loves you, perhaps a little birdie will tell him what I’ve learned.”

Glinda wiggles her fingers and giggles evilly. Elphaba narrows her eyes.  

When Glinda’s tackled face first onto her bed, screeching like her life depends on it, she knows immediately that the pursuit of Elphie’s smile is worth a few frizzy curls and smudged mascara. 

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SCREECHINGGGGGG HELPPPP HOW IS THIS SO CUTEEEEEEEE

Thank you so much for offering to write a fic for me for my exam! You are the absolute sweetest 🥺😭 I couldn’t think of another beetlejuice prompt, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I suggest a wicked prompt maybe? This is semi based off a true story! I’m a dancer, and we are working on a showcase. At the end I have to do like a flirty wave type thing and for the life of me I can not figure it out so my instructor said to wiggle my fingers like I’m tickling somebody. That gave me a prompt idea. Maybe Glinda is teaching Elphaba how to flirt with boys and teaching her to do a flirty wave and she tells Elphaba to wiggle her fingers like she is tickling someone. Elphaba can say something like “that’s hard to imagine. Why don’t I practice instead?” And then she tickles Glinda. Maybe if it’s not too much trouble Glinda can tickle Elphaba back after. Sorry for the long prompt. Anything Glinda and Elphaba would be perfect or anything Beetlejuice! I’d be happy to read any stories from you. Your stories bring me so much joy.

Good luck once again! Hope you enjoy this <3 This prompt was so cute and so was the story!!!

Strange Exhilaration

“Are you ready, my pupil, for your most important lesson yet?” Glinda twirls excitedly. 

“Are you going to throw more glitter at me?” Elphaba shakes some glitter out of her skirt. 

“Would you please cease the seriosity? It’s time for the art…of the goodbye.” Glinda flourishes and silver sparkles puff into the air around her. 

“The goodbye is the crème de la crème of flirtations. It cements you in the mind of a potential target.” Glinda paces, each of her gestures throwing a bit more shimmer into the air.

“Target?” Elphaba murmurs, curbing the urge to sneeze. 

“It’s about captivation, adoration, and, of course, exhilaration. Observe.” Glinda strikes a slinky, sultry pose against the wall, both casual and elegant at the same time. She turns, slowly, never breaking eye contact until the moment she strides away. 

“Wow.” Elphaba prays that Glinda doesn’t notice how breathless she suddenly is. 

“You try, Elphie.” Glinda pulls her up to her feet. Elphaba mutters to herself a little, observing the wall as if she were to scale it, rather than lean against it. 

At first, she just plants herself flat against the wall and stays there, like a startled animal. Then she starts to lean, slowly and with a horrifying amount of eye contact, as if she’s trying to snap her back in half. 

“Oookay. How about we start with something simple, like…a wave?” Glinda sweeps her away from the wall and gives her shoulders a squeeze. 

“You don’t have to patronize me. I’m terrible at this.” Elphaba sighs deeply. 

“The wave is the most important part. It’s the goodbye that keeps on giving. Now, show me what you’ve got.” Glinda nods firmly. Elphaba waves a bit awkwardly, but it is a human wave. She takes that as a win. 

“A side-to-side wave says ‘let’s be paramours who don’t…amour’. Try keeping your hand still and just moving your fingers.” Glinda tenderly adjusts Elphaba’s hand. Elphaba twitches her fingers as if she’s cramping. 

“Much better! This time, try to fully wiggle all of your fingers. Ooh! Like you’re tickling someone!” Glinda bounces on her toes with a blinding smile. 

“Like I’m what?” Elphaba squints. 

“Oh, Elphie.” Glinda takes her hands with gentle, well-meaning pity. 

“It’s not something I do.” 

“Yes, well…neither is fun, but we’re working on that.” Glinda pats Elphaba’s hands. 

“It’s hard to imagine.” Elphaba’s eyes glint with mischief. “Perhaps I should practice instead?”

“Excellent idea! Wait—“ Glinda narrows her eyes in suspicion, but it’s too late. Elphaba goes right for her ribs with a triumphant cackle. She squeals and keels over onto her bed in a pile of ruffles. 

“Y-You tricked—“

“I would never.” Elphaba deadpans, giving Glinda’s waist a squeeze. 

Glinda snorts. Elphaba grins wickedly.

“Elphaba, if you have even an ounce of mercy in your soul—“

Elphaba cuts off her theatrics with nibbling pinches, ones that make Glinda’s bubbly giggles bloom into full peals of sweet laughter. Glinda’s whole face scrunches as she tries to fight it, but another well-timed squeeze coaxes a second snort from her with ease. Glinda whines into her hands, fully folding into Elphaba’s side. 

“Galinda Upland snorts? This is priceless.” Elphaba snickers, releasing Glinda with a final poke. 

“No one will ever believe you.” Glinda wipes her eyes and fans her face. Elphaba chuckles and fans her too. 

“Now, I believe revenge is in order.” Glinda cracks her knuckles. 

“Hm?” Elphaba blinks, startled. 

“Oh, did you not hear? Let me assist.” Glinda primly clears her throat. Elphaba goes to bolt, but Glinda pulls her back and immediately acquaints her with the deadliness of acrylic nails. 

“I said, revenge is in order,” Glinda yells over Elphaba’s laughter, grinning brighter than the sun. Elphaba crunches into a ball but Glinda tsks at her, poking at the back of her ribs until she uncurls.  

“Take notes on this demonstration, Elphie. This is precisely how I want you to wave.” Glinda skitters her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach, nearly knocking their foreheads together. 

“Galinda! T-Tickles!” 

“That’s the point, silly.” Glinda laughs, hovering her fingers just above Elphaba’s knees—a death sentence. She yelps and grabs Glinda’s hands.

“Truce?” She gasps, still giggling, and laces their fingers together. 

“That can be arranged.” Glinda winks, fondly wiggling her thumb over Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba squeals and pulls away. 

“What was—“

“Nothing.” Elphaba stares at the floor. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” Glinda slowly pulls Elphaba’s hand into her lap. She scritches over the lines in her palms, gentle but vicious. Elphaba’s face burns dark green and she hides in her free hand. Frantic giggles leak out between her fingers. She kicks her feet and shivers. 

“I can’t believe your hands are tickly,” Glinda squeaks in sheer joy, skittering her nails across Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba makes an embarrassed little wailing noise and attempts to implode. 

Glinda finds an awful spot where the heel of her hand meets her wrist. With one finger, she unravels Elphaba at the seams. She shrieks and flops backwards on the bed, praying that it’ll swallow her whole. Instead, Glinda coos at her. Great. 

“If you keep this up—“ Glinda gestures to the mass of still-snickering Elphaba— “You’ll win any heart you desire.”

“Cruel and unusual,” Elphaba wheezes tiredly, blinking up at Glinda with a wobbly smile. Glinda unravels the last bits of Elphaba’s braid, letting her hair splay around her in a halo. 

“I mean it. You’re beautiful, Elphaba.” Glinda rests her palm on Elphaba’s stomach. She gives it a fond pat. 

“And you are…blonde.” Elphaba snickers preemptively, rocketed into giggles by Glinda’s well-practiced dramatic gasp. Those giggles mature when Glinda vibrates a claw into her stomach, delightfully wicked, and sends them tumbling into another round of familiar nonsense. 

“Maybe next time I should tickle you during lessons. Laugh once for yes and twice for no.”

“Glinda!” Elphaba grabs her wrist for something to hold onto. 

“Ga-linda. Clearly we have our work cut out for us.”

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STOP THIS WAS WAY TO CUTE TO BE LEGAL!!!

I have a Glinda and Elphaba prompt idea! Feel free to change things or take anything out. My prompt is semi based on the scene in the show where Glinda tells Elphaba that they should share secrets with eachother. Glinda’s secret is that she is really ticklish so of course Elphaba has to take advantage of that. Elphaba then shares her secret which is that she has never been tickled so Glinda (with Elphaba’s permission) helps Elphaba learn what being tickled feels like.

Secrets, Secrets

“Your very first party? Your very first party ever?! How do you feel?” Glinda bounces around in front of Elphaba’s bed. 

“Different.” Elphaba crosses her legs beneath her. She tracks Glinda back and forth, back and forth. 

“Of course you do! Elphie—“ Glinda comes to a screeching halt, blinking her big, sparkly eyes— “Can I call you Elphie?” 

“It’s a bit…perky.” Elphaba grimaces as supportively as she can. 

“To christen our new friendship, we should…tell each other something we’ve never told anyone.” Glinda flops onto Elphaba’s bed and they both bounce. She grabs for Elphaba’s hands, loud and insistent. 

“I’ll go first. Fiyero and I are going to be married!” Glinda squeals. 

“He’s asked you already?” Elphaba frowns. 

“No, he doesn’t know yet.” 

“Then that’s not much of a secret, is it?” Elphaba raises her eyebrow. Glinda pouts. She hums to herself in thought as her eyes scan the room. 

“Fine…I keep a reserve of extra glitter for formal events.” She gestures to a small tub on her shelf that’s genuinely emitting a low level of light. 

“No.” 

“I’m a natural blonde?” Glinda tries. 

“Definitely not.”

“I am—“

“It’s not a secret, Galinda.” Elphaba pulls on one of her ringlets. She pouts, then gasps with an idea. 

“My entrance essay was called ‘Wands: Need They Have a Point?’” She gestures as if the title would appear in the air.

“I was there when you announced that.” Elphaba snickers. 

“You are so—“ Glinda cuts herself off with a little growly noise that makes Elphaba snicker harder— “I have nothing else to share. My life is a beautifully open book.”

“Dig deep, Galinda. Surely you’ve got something.” Elphaba pokes her stomach and Glinda jumps. She does it again, then again, and keeps going until a stream of squeaky snickers fills the air. 

“E-Elphie, that tickles! Let me think!” Glinda swats her hands away. 

“Now there’s a secret.” Elphaba grins. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Glinda narrows her eyes.

“Wouldn’t I?” Elphaba mimics the pitch of her voice. Glinda splutters in offense, and then she’s spluttering with laughter as the poking resumes. 

“I’ll turn you into a frog!” Glinda shrieks. Elphaba snorts and keeps poking at her waist. It starts to get less and less effective, especially as Elphaba’s touch gets harder. She frowns, but persists. 

“Y’know, I—eep! I expected you to be better at this.” Glinda still jumps at every poke, even as her laughter grows quiet. Elphaba recoils as if she’s been burned. 

“Oh. You don’t know how, do you?” Glinda murmurs. Elphaba turns sharply away. It’s a silly thing to cry over, but her nose stings with the promise of tears. She can’t help it. 

“Well, because I am so noble and full of dignification…I will assist.” Glinda bows. She takes Elphaba’s hands and places them gently at her waist. Elphaba considers tearing her hands away, but Glinda’s gaze is warm. 

“Now wiggle your fingers. Gently.” Glinda holds Elphaba’s wrists and nods in encouragement. Elphaba presses her lips together.

“Like this?”

Glinda collapses with a bubbly yelp. Elphaba immediately lets go. 

“Did I hurt you?” Elphaba leans over her. 

“No, no—you’re just a quick learner.” Glinda looks up with a dazzling smile, her curls fanned around her on the bed. 

“Oh.” Elphaba flushes a dark green. Glinda could be so much, sometimes. 

“Okay! Your turn!” Glinda boops Elphaba’s nose. 

“My turn?” Elphaba swats her hand away but doesn’t break focus. 

“For a secret, silly!”

“Oh, I don’t really…have one. I think.” Elphaba fiddles with her fingers. 

“Well, I’ll make this easy for you. I expect a rain check on a real secret later.” Glinda scoots so she can sit against the headboard. Her glossy smile tilts into something devious. 

“Are you ticklish, Elphie?” Glinda’s voice catches teasingly on her name. It steals the breath from her lungs. 

“Isn’t everyone?” 

“Dodging the question. Interesting.” Glinda smirks, leaning close. Her eyes rove over Elphaba’s already-warm face. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never been…people usually don’t want to be that close to me. Let alone touch me.” Elphaba sniffs bitterly, dropping her gaze. 

“That’s a shame.” Glinda says firmly. She stays close. Something in Elphaba flutters. 

“May I?” Glinda hovers her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach. Elphaba nods and exhales shakily. 

Glinda must not like that shakiness though, because she frowns deeply and takes Elphaba’s hands instead. She clutches one and spiders her fingers across the palm of the other, tracing up and down from elbow to fingertip.

“How’s that feel?” Glinda hums. 

“It’s…I…” Elphaba’s nose scrunches. Her smile breaks little by little, like the first sunbeams over the horizon. She tries to keep it together, but her lungs keep doing this indomitable shivery thing she can’t kick. Her whole body trembles with the force of restraining herself. 

“I’m barely trying to tickle you. I’m trying to take it easy on you,” Glinda snickers, her glittery nails dancing across Elphaba’s hand. 

“I-It can’t possibly get worse than this.” Elphaba peeks at her through one eye. 

“Don’t speak so soon!” Glinda says cheerfully, squeezing Elphaba’s side with a viciousness that contradicts everything ‘good’ about her. Elphaba crumples into a fit of ringing laughter. 

She wants to crawl out of her skin hearing her own laugh, the shrieky, cackly thing that it is, but every ounce of her self control has fled her. She falls backwards on the bed and Glinda crawls on top of her, tickling with reckless abandon. Elphaba tries to curl up, but she folds right into Glinda’s waiting hands. 

Elphaba throws her head back and snorts twice in a row. Glinda gasps.

“You are adorable.” She whispers gleefully. Elphaba hides behind her hands. Glinda tries to pull them away to no avail. 

“Kill me,” Elphaba groans, muffled. She resists Glinda until pointed nails poke just right into her ribs and she screeches, immediately flailing to defend herself. Glinda catches her wrists easily and pins them down to the bed.

Elphaba lets out a stream of nervous giggles, hearty and tumbling. Glinda flops on top of her with a dramatic wail. Elphaba’s hand finds her back instinctively. 

“What’s happening?” Elphaba hums, confused but not surprised. 

“You’re so cute, you don’t understand.” Glinda pops up in a distressed bounce of curls and ruffles. “I just want to tickle you for the rest of eternity.” 

And tickle she does. Elphaba squirms and giggles, tossing her head back and forth. Glinda coos at her, terrifying in her accuracy. Feeling another snort coming on, Elphaba grabs Glinda’s hands and pulls them away. 

“W-Well, if you keep doing that, you’ll kill me, and you need me for your sorcery tutorial.” Elphaba points at her, eyes wide with a giddy sort of desperation she’s never felt before. Glinda pretends to think hard, but really, she’s smiling. 

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Thropp. I’ll think about it.” Glinda brushes Elphaba’s hair out of her face. Elphaba deflates in relief. 

Then: a suspicious tickle at her kneecap makes her release that snort she’d been desperate to suffocate. Glinda cackles evilly. 

“W-Wait, Galinda—“

“Oh, you didn’t think I was going to think about it now, did you?” 

#wicked #ticklish!elphaba #ticklish!glinda #help why is this so adorable #i cannot even rn

[waywardblazer]

All the pie in the world

Summary: It’s Dean's 45th birthday and you will celebrate it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of near-death experience, implied naughtiness, fuck canon, Dean is alive for my story

A/N: A short drabble for his 45th birthday. Take this canon. You cannot stop me!

A single moment. One false step and you almost lost him.

You always feared this is how you are going to lose Dean. In a battle, killed by one of the many things that bump in the night.

It was a close call.

Since that day, you have tried to make the best out of every day you can spend with Dean. Especially when the day is his special day.

January the 24th – his birthday.

You are going to celebrate the day as if there is no tomorrow. When you live the life of a hunter, you never know what will happen next.

“What is all of this?” Sam watches you carry another pie inside the library. You decorated the whole room with balloons, a huge banner saying Happy 45th Birthday, and garlands. “Y/N?”

“A pie for Dean’s birthday,” you quip and go back to decorating the library for the surprise party you planned for Dean’s birthday.

Not many of your friends are still alive, and the rest won’t make it in time for the party. But this didn’t keep you from cooking and baking all night to give Dean the best 45th birthday he could imagine.

“There are like ten pies on the table,” Sam furrows his brows. “Why did you bake so many pies? We are three people and an angel.”

“You only live once,” you shrug before going back to decorating the table. “Dean will get as many pies as he can eat. He’ll get all the pie in the world. I made one of every sort he loves. So, stop moping and help me decorate the room. Dean will be back any minute. He wanted to go for a ride and enjoy the snow is gone.”

“I hope he won’t have a heart attack after eating all the pie,” Sam jokes. “You know he won’t be able to stop eating a slice of every pie you baked for his birthday. His stomach will combust.”

You grin. “That’s the plan, Sam. I will feed my man with so much pie he’ll never complain about getting old again. Dean will be busy complaining about his stomach. I’ll give him belly rubs and—”

“STOP!” Sam raises his hands. “I don’t want to know what comes after the belly rubs.” He shudders. “Please don’t tell me more. No one deserves to hear about the things you and Dean do in the dark.”

“Aw, we don’t do it in the dark, sweet Sammy,” you pat Sam’s chest. “We do it in the morning, during lunch. Sometimes even while having lunch.” You smirk and continue. “Dinner is always special. Dean loves having a snack before the main course. Oh, and we leave the light on. I wanna see the stallion I call my boyfriend when I—”

“I didn’t hear a thing.” Sam puts his index fingers in his ears. “I hate you. Both of you!”

“Sammy! Sweetheart!” Dean calls for you and his brother. “I’m back. Damn, the ride was awesome, and Baby purred like a cat for me. I bet she knows it’s my birth—” He stops in his tracks to drink the decoration in. He hums and wrinkles his nose looking at the big forty-five laughing in his face.

“Happy birthday baby,” you jump in Dean’s arms, giggling as he easily lifts you and helps you wrap your legs around his waistline. “You look good today.” You peck his lips. “We have pie, homemade lasagna, beer, booze, and later…” You dip your head to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to put whipped cream on every important part of you and lick it off.”

“Uh-“ he swallows thickly. “Can we go to the whipped cream part first?” Dean grins when you shake your head. “What else do you have to offer.”

“Ten pies,” Sam says. He points at the table. “Your girlfriend lost her mind, but we still love her.” He says. “I’d hug you and wish you a happy birthday too, but you are occupied with cuddling.”

“We are not cuddling,” Dean grunts, and smirks at his brother. “Not yet, bitch!”

“Jerk,” Sam retorts as always. “Happy birthday man, you don’t look bad for your age.” He grins. “How about you open my present before you unpack something else.”

You let go of Dean and wrap him in a bear hug, whispering Happy birthday again. Sam takes your place when you step away. He hugs his brother and holds him for a moment.

They part after a few moments and nod at each other. Sam steps away and watches his brother sit on a chair.

“I want pie first.” You laugh at Dean’s words. “A slice of every sort!” He exclaims while hungrily staring at the pies on the table. “Damnit, I’ll need bigger pants after this birthday…”

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[waywardblazer]

I haven’t watched Wednesday yet, but this was unbelievable cute to read 🙈🥰

Tickletober - DAY 12

Bites/nibbles

Characters: lee!wednesday, ler!enid

Warnings: tickles

a/n: sorry if this isn’t great! I didn’t rlly like the prompt😭

𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

It was an ordinary winters evening at nevermore. The sky painting with mesmerising hues of orange and pink and the sun slowly set over the over the school. While the two completely contrasting roomates (and girlfriends) were relaxing in their dorm. Wednesday, who was sat at her type writer, filling the room with a migraine inducing sound.. and enid who sprawled out on her pastel coloured bed, mindlessly scrolling through tiktoks. The werewolf often glanced at wednesday, wondering when she would finally stop her writing time to join her. But seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours and enid was beginning to grow even more impatient.

“Wednesday? Are you almost finished with writing?” The werewolf asked innocently, all she really wanted was the cuddle up with wednesday but the only thing that stood in her way was the girls type writer. The pigtailed girl then let out an audible sigh “no.” She replied codly before resuming drilling her fingers into the keys of her type writer. Enid just rolled her eyes “well.. do you know when you will be?” She asked hopefully as the goth didn’t even bother to stop typing this time. “I’ll be finished when I’m finished” Wednesday replied and enid just let out a small brown before flopping back into her bed.

She scoffed at the fact that she felt in competition with a type writer, honestly. How could that stupid peace of metal win over her girlfriends attention more then herself? But she decided not to complain anymore, and just continue to scroll through TikTok.

Another 20 minutes past and enid had almost lost all hope in trying to persuade Wednesday to stop her writing. I say almost because it was in that instance that she saw our o the corner of her eye, Wednesday was getting up from her chair. Clearly being done for the night. The blondes eyes widened and let out a small squeak like an excited puppy, as threw her phone across her bed, opening up her arms. The raven just slowly crawled into her arms, the urge to tense up was bubbling over but she tried to resist. Wednesday still wasn’t use to the whole overspill of affection. But she was getting there. After the goth made herself comfortable she finally spoke up. “hi” was all she said, staring off Into the distance of the dorm room as enid looked down on her with the widest grin. “Hi!” She said as enid began to hold her closer.

Enid then kissed the top of Wednesdays head and started peppering small kisses all over the girls neck. A small sign of affection that enid often gave out to Wednesday. Although, enid had always wanted to try new things to see all the different types of affection that Wednesday didn’t mind/preferred. So when either of the girls had a new idea they would try it out on each other to see how it went. Enid tried hard to think to herself about something new she could try.

The blonde then vaguely remembered a conversation she had with Yoko a couple of days back as the vampire was informing enid how she usually bites Divinas neck. At first enid remember being weirded out by the fact but yoko had to further explain that it was more of like playful bites and nothing harmful. It wasn’t like vampire type shit where she would feast on her neck, it was more of affectionate nibbles. Enid then smiled to herself before asking with Wednesday.

“Hey wens?” The writer looked up at enid “mhm?” She spoke, in a more of a soft manner then usual. “Did you wanna try something new?” Enid asked hopefully but with pretty high hopes, knowing her girlfriend mostly always agreed. “sure, what might it be?” The raven asked still watching the grin etching across the girls face. “Well.. you’ll find out!” She said, still smiling to herself. Wednesday then just simply nodded, clearly curious to see what it was but also trusting the girl. Something that was extremely rare fr Wednesday.

After Wednesday gave the wereworld the get go, she then cautiously lowered her face down to the front of the goths pale neck and started softly and gently nibbling at the skin. Being careful not to leave any marks or cause any pain. Wednesday let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting that feeling but she didn’t hate it. Infact she tilted her head back slightly to give enid more room to continue. The blonde didn’t stop, she knew if Wednesday was feeling uncomfortable she would have said so by now so the fact that Wednesday was easing into it gave her the courage to carry on.

Enid then moved across her neck, placing her teeth to the side of her neck and began gently nomming. This was when Wednesday let out another gasp followed by the surprising sound of a snicker. Enid then stopped her antics to look at Wednesday in a mix of shock and admiration “what was that?” Enid asked, unable to contain her stretching smile. Wednesday then moved her hand up to rub at her neck clearly trying to get rid of the slightly ticklish feeling. “Nothing.” Wednesday denied as she was still rubbing her neck. This only made enid realise what was really going on.. was her girlfriend.. Wednesday addams.. ticklish? Her thought process was cut short by Wednesdays speach, clearly trying to break the moment of silence between the two girls while saying “you can carry on..” and after hearing this the werewolf didn’t hesitate before diving back into that same sensitive area. The raven girl then just sunk her own teeth into her lower lip after feeling the out of character giggles bubbling up in her throat. She longed for the feeling of enids teeth but also wanted to push at her blonde head.

The more enid kept nibbling on that area, the more harder it was becoming for wednesday to controll herself. She actually began to hold her breath and shut her eyes, all while trying not to act overly suspicious even though her girlfriend already knew. She was just continuing to try and see if she’d snicker again.

She just kept grazing and nomming her canines across that one area before Wednesday lost in a battle of her own instincts and let out a quite, barely audible giggle as the goth immediately brought her hand up to cover her mouth, clasping her hand so tightly around it looked like it was practically glued their. Her hand was acting as a shield of sound because it was doing an amazing job of muffling the small and quite giggles. But it wasn’t good enough for Enids werewolf hearing to not pick up on the sound. “Oh my god Wednesday! I-“ enid giggled, causing a vibration to add to the ticklish feeling on Wednesdays neck. “Shut up!”

Enid then moved her mouth to Wednesdays colour bone, gently sinking her teeth into the bone as wednesday let out another muffled squeak as she clenched her eyes shut. Which only made the sensation more unbearably ticklish. “This is so childish!” The goth remarked as her snickeres became slightly louder through her hand, however. Enid was hungry for more of her laughter. So in an attempt to bring her hand down enid simultaneously shoved her hand directly into the girls armpit, wiggling her fingers into her hollows. Just long enough for the goth to shoot her hand down while letting out get another squeak. It was more clear this time though, seeming as her pesky hand wasn’t in the way.

Enid then just remained nibbling on the girls collar bone and watching the pigtailed girl wiggle around slightly while being unable to voice her words in fear her giggles would become any louder. At the moment her sniggeres were just soft and quite but she also had the faintest of smiles on her face. Showing off her dimples. The blonde started admiring her girlfriend, she never knew wednesday had dimples. She honestly looked.. adorable. Although Wednesday would kill her if she knew that was what her girlfriend was thinking.

It wasn’t long after that before wednesday tapped out though, slamming her hand three times onto the vibrantly coloured quilt that was covering enids bed. That’s when the blonde immediately lifted her head up. “That was torture.. thankyou” the raven said, looking up at her overjoyed girlfriend. Did Wednesday just thank her? Although again, her scrambling thoughts were cut off short by the quick change of tone and demeanour by Wednesday.

“Although if you utter a word about this to anybody I will.. I will kill you” Wednesday noticed giving out threats to enid was becoming seemingly harder. Was she actually falling inlove? “Your secret is safe with me, wends”

[waywardblazer]

TickleTober Day 9: Torture

~A/N  - Ok so this is my first EVER Originals fic that I'm writing so I really hope it turns out the way I want it to. It's a reader fic with Elijah and Klaus and some spooky witchy magic which gets you in an interesting situation...

This might be a long one sooooo buckle the fuckle up. Also might have some slightly more intense tickle scenes, so a slight TW for that (tied up, tickle interrogation, not exactly soft and fluffy but not terrifying either lol)

Hope you guys like it!

- Enoy! ~

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Masterpost Link || TickleTober 2022 Masterpost Link

"Hello there."

You blinked drowsily, the clinking of chains above you waking you violently from your half-conscious state. Where were you? Why were your hands tied? Who was talki-

Oh no.

"I hear you have some information about the whereabouts of a certain vampire I've been looking for."

You locked eyes with none other than Klaus Mikaelson, fear instantly rippling down your spine.

"Words seem to have escaped you..." He said, face tilting in mock concern. "Allow me to help with that."

You gasped, internally cursing yourself for reacting.

"Oh there's no need to be afraid. I won't need to cause too much damage." He grinned, walking around your suspended body. "See, I have a friend of mine who is very handy with spells."

Where was he going with this? Was there some horrific psychological torture you were about to endure? Just how long would you hold out? How long could you hold out?

"And one of my absolute favourites is a little nerve-amplifying spell."

So that was his plan? Set your senses on fire and just wait?

"This little masterpiece allows even the smallest blow to be absolute-" He paused, pinching your bicep.

You screamed, pain shooting past your shoulders and slowly dissipating along your chest.

"-agony."

It was more than anything you had experienced before.

"Are you ready?" Klaus

You tensed, awaiting what you could only imagine would be horrific anguish.

"Niklaus, wait."

The well-dressed immortal in the doorway had his hand held up, halting his brother from beginning what could soon be the worst moments of your life.

"Ah brother, come to see the show?" Klaus opened his arms like a circus ringmaster, welcoming Elijah to his little makeshift torture chamber (which was really just chains hanging from the roof keeping your arms up and ropes keeping your ankles together).

"Unfortunately not."

Klaus sighed. "I suppose you've got some self-righteous monologue coming my way?"

Letting out a chuckle, Elijah stepped towards you, effortlessly keeping your attention with his intimidating presence.

"I have entered into an agreement that no harm shall come to Y/N under any circumstances." The older brother said.

"We barely have to touch them to cause unimaginable pa-."

"Irrelevant." Elijah interrupted. "I gave my word, and I shall hold myself to that."

Klaus rolled his eyes. Clearly this wasn't the first time Elijah had ruined his plans.

You certainly weren't complaining though.

The brothers stood for a few moments in silence, looking you up and down. You weren't sure if they were trying to figure out a plan or purely trying to intimidate you.

Whether it was intentional or not, it was working.

Finally, Elijah spoke.

"Y/N." He moved towards you. "You seem like a sensible young person."

You kept your eyes locked to his. It wouldn't surprise you if he could sense your anxiety, but you weren't going to make it any easier for him to see just how shit scared you were right now.

"Surely you know what's at stake-" He began, placing a hand gently on your back.

But you didn't just feel a hand. You felt each fingertip press into your skin, his palm push against your muscles in an unbearably odd manner.

You couldn't help but let out a muffled yelp, arching away from him.

Klaus tittered in amusement, while Elijah simply gave you a puzzled look.

He turned to face Klaus. "Just how bad was that witch's spell? I can barely brush against them without them recoiling in pain."

Proving his own point, he brushed his fingers against your side and you squealed, violently trying to jerk your hands down to protect yourself.

The younger's snickers turned to a few seconds of laughter.

"That's not pain, brother." Klaus chuckled, and for the first time you shot him a look of pure fear. "I think our friend has another little secret they don't want us to know of."

You couldn't quite see Elijah's face, but clearly something had clicked. For when he turned around next his face could only be described as predatorily calm. He took his place behind you, where all you could see was his hands coming closer and closer to your hypersensitive body.

Once Klaus readied himself in front of you was when your calm composure dissolved into nervous giggling.

"Wahahait plehehease!" You begged, jolting the chains your limbs were currently wrapped in.

"Oh you've got no chance." Klaus grinned.

And then it began.

Elijah's fingernails felt like claws scratching every ticklish nerve under your arms. Each point of contact acting as a conductor of ticklish volts rocketing down your nervous system and setting your body alight. Klaus's thumbs seemed to connect with each fibre of your muscle tissue on your lower sides, massaging your obliques with the speed and intensity of a woodpecker's beak.

The tickling was so much you couldn't react for a few moments, stuck in the stasis of shock while your vocal chords caught up with your physical senses.

You squealed, bursting into manic unstoppable laughter. It felt like your mouth wasn't your own, cackles interrupting every breath you took as they poured out from between your lips.

"Now this seems to be an effective extraction method." Elijah teased right next to your ear.

Klaus's hands wandered slightly lower, squeezing against your hipbones. Each pinch like his hands were scraping against you, making your skeleton vibrate with ticklish sensations.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" You pleaded, though no comprehendible sound came out. Being so caught up in the absolute agony of feelings you were experiencing, it took you a second before you realised the unholy screeching sound was coming from you. Your hips were just too much to bear, and your waist danced from side to side in an attempt to briefly escape the horrific fate you were being subjected to.

"This seems to be the killer Y/N!" Klaus simpered. "Wouldn't you agree?"

It was too much. You were about to snap. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. You didn't know if you'd ever feel again. No human has ever experienced this much pure sensation before, and there was nothing you could do but scream. Your eyes and ears were barely giving you any information about the world around you, every sense had shut down in the hopes to preserve what little sanity you had left.

This was it. The breaking point. You were on the edge of just letting go...

"If you boys are done playing, I've managed to figure it out without torturing poor Y/N."

Rebekah! Your knight in shining armour. The only way those torturous hands were anywhere near likely to retract.

"Excellent." Elijah grinned. "I suppose we're done here."

"Aw, but we were just getting started!" Klaus groaned, giving you a menacing wink.

"I'll sort it out, you two fix this mess." Rebekah said, but not before flashing you an amused smirk.

You watched your saviour exit the room, before letting your head hang limp towards the floor.

"Now, how to ensure you don't speak a word of this to anyone..." Klaus said, tapping a finger against his chin.

"Oh with the redness on their cheeks, I highly doubt they'd be sharing this little adventure with anyone." Elijah smirked, eliciting a blush from your traitorous cheeks. "Plus, this spell of yours should take a few days to wear off. If they go blabbing their mouth, who knows who may take advantage of this sensitive situation."

"In that case," Klaus took a step towards you, wriggling his fingers. "shall we continue?"

Elijah smirked. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

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It’s a new year! Which means fanfic updates are in progress so look out 😃

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“I am very much in my TVD and Original era right now.” Omigosh same! I just found out this new author plus another and I’m obsessed @voidcameron n @amournoir

Oooh! Imma check them out! 👁️👁️

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Late night giggles

Commission for @ticklespls, also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49049692

At some point in their relationship, Izzy had stopped grumbling about Stede’s need to cling, and that seemed to have been his first mistake. Stede had stopped paying him any mind when he realised he didn’t mean it, but once Izzy had stopped acting like the constant touching and cuddling bothered him, the floodgates burst wide open. The opening of said floodgates led to one very tired and grabby Stede collapsing on top of him on their bed after a night of overindulgence with Ed and the crew. 

Slightly pink cheeked, Stede nuzzled against the back of Izzy’s neck with a content sigh as Ed flopped down next to them. 

“So soft,” Stede mumbled. “Ed, isn’t Izzy so soft?”

“Don’t answer that,” Izzy grunts. He tries to roll over to dislodge his boneless captain, but Stede was apparently determined to use him as a body pillow. “Would you fucking move?”

“Can’t. Sleeping.” 

“Yeah Iz, he’s sleeping. You wouldn’t wake your captain up while he’s sleeping, would you?”

“I’ll toss the sleeping captain into the sea if he doesn’t shift,” Izzy tries to push himself up again, but collapses in a huff when Stede doesn’t budge. “At least let me turn over!”

“Give it up mate,” Ed giggles, getting comfortable beside them amongst the nest of blankets and pillows. “You’re there ‘till breakfast.” 

“S’true,” Stede mumbles, nuzzling closer, and Izzy sighs, resigning himself to his fate. At least Stede wasn’t all elbows and knees. The peace lasts for a few minutes, the three of them settling into sleep, before an annoying itch in his foot wakes Izzy up again.

“Ed,” Izzy hisses. No reply. “Ed, wake up.” He gets a snore in response. 

Izzy squirms underneath Stede's weight, huffing into the pillow. "Fucking get off, I need to scratch my foot."

Ed's head pops up from under the blanket with suspicious speed for someone who was supposedly just asleep. Slowly, a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"I'll scratch it for you," he says coyly.

"No you fucking won’t! ” He kicks fruitlessly at Ed’s hands, which have already latched around his ankles and are tugging them free of their entanglement with Stede’s legs. “Edward!” 

“What’s the matter?” Stede pushes himself up enough to turn towards the commotion, eyes glassy from tiredness. Ed grins at him smugly, easily overpowering Izzy’s weak attempts at escape. 

“Izzy has an itch on his foot.” 

“Okay?” 

“So ‘m gonna scratch it for him.” 

“Why has he gone pink, though?” 

“Oh,” Ed yanks Izzy by the ankles so he’s got a solid grip. “Because he’s ticklish.” 

“No I am not! ” Izzy’s blush spreads to his ears. His legs no longer a viable weapon, he pulls the pillow from under Stede’s head and smacks Ed square in the face. Unphased, Ed snatches it and tosses it away. He lifts his hand slowly into the air, clenching and wiggling his fingers for Izzy to see. 

“You’re really squirming around for someone who isn’t ticklish,” Stede quips, suspiciously more awake than he was moments ago. 

“That’s because he’s the most ticklish person in the world,” Ed drops his hand to skitter his fingertips along his soles. Izzy bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, but then he can’t anticipate Ed’s next move, so he snaps them open again. 

“Are you alright, Izzy?” Stede asks him, a note of concern lacing his words, and it’s so saccharine it almost gives Izzy a toothache. “Ed, maybe if Izzy doesn’t enjoy it…?” 

“Oh, he does,” Ed grins at them both, the sort of expression that promises mischief and mirth in equal measure. “Unless that’s changed from the last time, Iz? You remember that time a while ago when you pulled a muscle in your back, and Fang offered to help? You got so wound up about it because you didn’t want him to see how ticklish you are, and how it just makes you melt. ” 

“ Edward. ” Izzy flushes red. “That’s bullshit, never happened. And even if I was ticklish I wouldn’t like it!” 

“Liar,” Ed jabs a finger at the sole of his foot. “Don’t be embarrassed because Stede’s here! He’s super fucking ticklish too, y’know.”

“Well!” Stede bristles, puffing up in offense, and then immediately deflating and looking sheepish. “Actually, yes, I suppose you’re right. It really is nothing to fuss about, and can actually be quite fun!” 

“Nope.” 

“Yes!” Ed wriggles his fingers closer to his target, watching with glee as Izzy’s resolve begins to slip. Just as Izzy opens his mouth to tell him exactly what he thought of him, Ed dropped his hand to start gently wiggling over his sole. Izzy slams his hands over his mouth immediately. 

“Oop, it seems like someone’s trying not to laugh!” Stede teases. Izzy scowls at him. See if he ever intervenes when Ed is tormenting him again. “Oh, do put that pout away. I so love to hear you laugh.” 

“He always does this, acts like he isn’t desperate to get his shit wrecked.” Ed trails his fingers up towards his toes, poking them in between and wiggling. Izzy jerks his leg violently as a rogue burst of laughter escapes him, nearly dislodging his foot from Ed’s grasp. Ed huffs at him, and readjusts himself so he’s got a leg thrown over Izzy’s shins, well and truly trapping him. At the same time, as if sharing a mind, Stede moves silently beside him to pull his taut body against his own. 

“Is Edward right?” His breath tickles against his ear and he shivers. “Do you want us to make you laugh?” 

“No!” It sounds unconvincing even to Izzy. Stede’s hands slide up to his sides and pet at them, nothing more than what they normally do late at night. Stede loves to touch, Izzy knows personally. He lets himself imagine for a moment how things could be if he just gave in. The casual touches morphing into something with more intent… Izzy shudders at the thought. As though he could read his mind, Stede curls his fingers into claws and digs into his belly. 

It doesn’t break the dam that was Izzy’s resolve, but it definitely cracks it. His breath turns ragged as he tries to channel the laughter into something, anything else - it was a matter of pride at this point. Ed seems to sense he’s about to break, and with a wicked grin, wiggles his fingers in between his toes.  

Izzy erupts into laughter, tossing his head back against Stede’s chest and writhing in the strong grip of his arms. 

“There we go!” Ed laughs triumphantly. He hones in on the spot that made Izzy break, teasing the soft skin with his fingertips. Izzy scrunches his toes and stretches his ankles in a weak escape attempt, but Ed is a devious tickler and always has been. “Nuh uh, get those toes back.” 

Izzy whines and kicks about it, but does as he’s told without question. His body and mind are halfway to mush already, and as Stede’s hands ascend to draw along his ribs, he feels himself giving in. Ed takes one of his feet in each hand and works them over methodically, tracing wiggly lines from heel to toe and back again. It’s almost too much - almost. 

“Please,” he chokes out, giggling breathlessly and grabbing at Stede’s hands. 

“Please, what? What are you asking so prettily for?” Stede bats his hands away and continues the slow rise and fall of tickly fingers against his ribs. Izzy gets a grasp of Stede’s wrists, noticeably not trying to pull them off. Instead, he squeezes them as if to keep them there. If Stede realises what he’s doing, he doesn’t say anything. 

“Bet I know what he’s asking for,” Ed chuckles. He releases Izzy’s feet from his wicked grip and slowly turns himself around, crawling up the length of his body until he perches on his hips. “What Izzy’s trying to say is ‘Please, don’t stop tickling me, don’t stop until I’m a sobbing, gooey mess.’ Did I get that right, baby?” 

“Ed,” Izzy whines breathlessly, his watery eyes blinking up at his Captain, looming above him. He angles his chin up and lets his lips part, waiting. Ed’s expression seems to both soften and sharpen, his gaze dropping to his mouth. 

“I think he’s also asking for a kiss, my darling,” Stede says, the smile obvious in his voice. He’s stilled his hands to take in the scene in front of him, and sighs happily. “My two boys, so lovely. Kiss him, Edward.” 

Ed obliges with gusto, kissing with such force it steals Izzy’s breath. Ed’s hands cup his cheeks and wipe away a few stray tears of mirth. He pulls back, peppering his face with gentle kisses instead. “So good for us, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, Captain,” Izzy replies, not really sure what he’s agreeing to, but he always tended to agree with Ed anyway. 

“Will he continue being good, do you think Ed? I know I’ve not had the pleasure of tickling him to tears, but I do seem to be getting the hang of things.” Stede strokes Izzy’s hair back from his forehead. “I wonder if I can guess his favourite spot.” 

Without warning, he wriggles his fingers into Izzy’s soft belly, and the surprise of it shocks an actual squeal out of him. He grapples for Stede’s hands and collapses into hysterics, kicking his newly freed legs aimlessly. 

“Oh, that’s a good spot - try going nice and soft along the waistline, makes him purr real pretty.” Izzy was in hell (heaven), and had reached that point where even Ed’s words fucking tickled. There’s only a very small part of him now that wants to protest his words, but… it had been such a long time since he’d let himself feel like this. So instead of fighting, he feels himself preen at the praise. Ed hums, a pleased rumble deep in his chest that makes Izzy and Stede both shiver. “See? Such a sweetheart once the dickishness is tickled out of him.” 

“Why are you only telling me this now?” Stede’s fingers pinch higher up to his top ribs, and Izzy bats at him weakly. “I don’t think I ever want to let you leave this bed, Izzy. You’re to stay here forever so we can tickle you at our pleasure.”

A groan slips out between gasping laughter, and suddenly he feels shy. He turns to bury his face against Stede’s arm.

“Now, none of that!” Ed slips a finger up to stroke at the underside of Izzy’s chin and down to his neck. 

“Edward!” Izzy lurches away with a peel of breathy laughter, scrunching his shoulders up to try and dislodge Ed’s fingers. “Fuck off!” 

“Can’t fuck off while you’ve got my fingers trapped, now can I?” Ed wriggles them, and Izzy’s hands fly up from fending off Stede’s assault to latch on to his wrists. Of course, this gives Stede the opening to expand his assault by sliding one hand down to squeeze at the soft spot where his thigh meets his hip. With three of his most ticklish spots being targeted, Izzy feels the giddiness growing in his gut, and can’t help the giggles that pour from his mouth. “Aw, there we go,” Ed coos. “Look at you, haven’t seen you melt like this in ages.”

Ed and Stede both laugh along with him, and... well. Maybe it is a little bit nice to let go. He finds himself settling back into their hold and finally letting go. 

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Anger is a Powerful Emotion

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Angst - technically it’s more strong violence, fluff, implied smut

Word count: 1.5k

Summary/Prompt: You’ve kept your anger buried but it’s forcing itself to the surface and you can no longer ignore it. Who better to help you let it out than Klaus Mikaelson?

A/N: This better reach the right people! It was written at 3am but I edited as much as possible

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There it was again. That undesirable feeling of a burning flame rising from deep within.

You feared it would consume you and it took every ounce of your internal strength to fight off the urge to scream and punch the nearest wall.

For years, you had constantly bottled up your anger anytime you felt it. It didn’t matter what the cause was, you just had a habit of pushing it down and writing it off as nothing.

Maybe that was because it had been expected of you given you were seen as the sweet, happy and innocent young human among the immortal family you lived with. Either way you rarely allowed yourself to explode. Especially not in front of others.

This time however, was different. Nothing major had triggered it. In fact, it was the smallest inconvenience that came with getting your password wrong that had you feeling like you were about to burst.

You tossed your phone, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to take an exasperated breath.

There was a faint knocking sound. “Are you alright, love?” A familiar British voice spoke.

You looked up to see Klaus standing in the doorway. He looked concerned as he studied you from where he stood.

“I’m fine.” You snapped unintentionally, taking another deep breath but the burning flame inside of you failed to ease.

Klaus frowned, stepping inside the room. “You’re not, what’s happening?” He asked more sternly.

“Go away Klaus.” You wrapped your hand around your wrist, clenching so hard that your nails dug into your flesh enough to cause a sharp stinging pain.

Your breath came on shallowly as you turned away to look out the window that overlooked the streets of New Orleans. You tried to steady your breathing but your eyes burned with tears and you had to fight back the urge to let them fall.

Anger curled hot and persistent in your gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn you from the inside out. The more you tried to push it down the more determined it seemed to want to burst out of you.

“I said. I’m fine.” You snarled through gritted teeth.

Klaus must have caught onto the situation because, without another word he strolled over to the other side of the room where the fireplace was and grabbed a stake from the metal bucket beside it. He then vamp sped over, appearing in front of you.

Any sane person would say that violence was never the answer, but this was Klaus Mikaelson. He dealt with his anger and let it out by either daggering, lighting things on fire, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies and victims or never passing up the opportunity to violently kill anyone in his path.

“Take it.” The hybrid instructed.

Your head was spinning too much to question him so you did, snatching the stake out of his hand. You clutched it tightly, but still remained frozen in place. Your body trembled as your blood boiled inside of you.

“Come on Y/N, have at it. You know you want to.” He challenged, a slight grin tugging at the edge of his mouth.

Your jaw was tense and nostrils flared, but your instincts told you to resist. You had spent years fighting every urge to lash out and naturally, you felt it was wrong to start now.

Klaus leant forward so he was eye level with you. “Let. Go.” He commanded, in a low growl.

You finally gave in and let out a yell of frustration. You swung the piece of wood with a surprisingly tremendous amount of force, striking Klaus right across the face. You didn’t think twice before you struck him again, causing him to stumble backwards a little.

“Yes love! Keep going! Let it out!” Klaus barked encouragingly, wiping the blood from his mouth and regaining his composure.

You dropped the stake, your vision blurred to red and you let out a growled yell as you shoved him aggressively against the wall. You threw several blows to the Hybrid’s stomach. They weren’t perfect but they were fuelled with pure rage so they were powerful enough to knock the air out of him.

For a human you were quite strong.

He allowed you to flip him onto the ground—you weren’t a vampire so he helped—pinning him down. You reached over and seized the stake you’d previously dropped.

Your eyes were blazing and tears were now streaming down your face as you raised the stake high above your head. Your hand shook, as your body appeared to hesitate your next moves.

Klaus let out a wheezed chuckle. “Do it.”

“I—I can’t.” You whimpered, momentarily torn between fighting the overwhelming anger urging you to finish the job or giving into it.

He flashed his golden-amber wolf eyes and simultaneously the black veins spread just under them. “Yes you can! You can’t kill me, love. Don’t fight it.”

You let out what sounded like a mixture of a sob and a growl followed by a primal scream that ripped through your throat as you gripped the weapon with both hands and plunged the stake straight into his chest, only narrowly missing his heart.

The hybrid beneath you let out a choked gasp as blood oozed from his mouth. He groaned as you quickly yanked it out, tossing it aside. Blood flowed out of the wound, yet he forced himself to sit up, resting his back up against the nearby wall.

“You’re quite the little fighter.” He commended.

Your vision returned to normal and you let out a hushed sniffle as your breathing slowly tried to regulate itself.

“Feel better, love?” Klaus asked slightly breathless.

As you took a moment to process, you noticed the weight that had been lifted from your chest and the rising temperature sensation had eased.

“Y-Yeah, I…do.” You murmured, sounding a little more surprised than you’d hoped. You looked up at him, face tear stained and exhausted.

He smiled sweetly, a quiet sigh of relief leaving him as he allowed you to lean against him. His shirt was now bloody but the wound had already healed. He began gently tracing your skin, the way he knew you liked it.

“Why do I get like this?” You whispered, your heart rate slowing and your body relaxing under his touch.

Klaus gently kissed the top of your head. “According to Camille, anger is a powerful emotion and is not meant to be suppressed.” He explained. “I believe it has something to do with adrenaline and triggering the flight or fight response.”

You giggled and stared up at him with adoring eyes. Of course he had taken that away from one of the many times the psych major had psychoanalysed him. “You spend too much time with Cami.” You pointed out.

Klaus shook his head and chuckled. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pulled you a little closer. “Okay then, let me tell you what I think.” He murmured. “From my experience, anger is forged when you wish to no longer feel a certain pain. It is often the way we respond to oppression or when we don’t understand something and is what happens when we desire to feel an ounce of control over something we have no control of. If kept buried, it burns away inside of you like some volcano ready to explode. You cannot deny yourself the right to express and release that otherwise it will lead to ruination.”

He then gently turned your head so you were forced to look up at him. His expression was bound and determined. “Listen to me love, if you ever feel on the verge of bursting again, come to me. Do not allow it to control you as it controls me. But I beg of you, to do your best to not let it get to this point again, find a release that is more healthy.”

“Says the hybrid who basically invented anger issues.” You teased, “but how might I do that?”

Klaus scoffed. “If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you, but I assure you that Cami would have thousands of suggestions that she would be more than willing to share with you.”

You nodded, sitting up. “She’d probably advise me not to let you help me because a Mikaelson is never the best at dealing with their own anger issues.”

“Well, she’d be right.” The hybrid replied begrudgingly.

You smiled softly, staying silent for a moment while you simply admired him.

“Klaus?” You eventually hummed, catching his attention. “Thank you.”

He beamed, eyes soft and loving. “You have always been the one to quell my rage, I am pleased I could do the same for you.”

He made a move to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the wall, closing your eyes and leaning down into a kiss.

When you pulled away a gentle smirk was tugging at the corners of your lips. “I like an angry Mikaelson though.” You whispered.

“Is that right love?” Klaus asked, grinning as he slinked an arm around you.

You nodded, then let out a yelp as he suddenly vamp sped you over to the bed so that within a second he was on top of you.

You stared up at him, biting your lip as he revealed his hybrid eyes and exposed his sharp fangs in a grin that would naturally terrify anyone. But not you.

“Then let me return the favour and allow me to show you how I release my anger.”

#reader is prone to anger #i really was just feeling angry when writing this lol #you get to stabby stab klausy klaus #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #he quells your anger #the originals #wayward fics

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MY MAN!! MY HUBBY!! 🤭❤️❤️

#i love him #i love him so bad #he’s so hot #i am screaming and crying #how is this man real #aghhhhhhh #elijah mikaelson #the originals #mikaelson with the suit

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Centuries

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst…but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Prompt: Hours before the curse is broken, you briefly bump into the infamous Klaus Mikaelson for the first time but you see something inside of him that’s unexpected.

A/N: Should there be a pt.2 where y/n reunites with Klaus??? 🤔

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Tonight was the full moon.

That meant that it was the night that Klaus would finally be able to break the curse. The curse that binded his werewolf side and stopped him from becoming a true hybrid.

Despite everyone’s attempts, there seemed to be no way around it.

Stefan had taken Elena away for the rest of the day after Damon force fed her his blood. You had also heard about Tyler rolling back into town meaning that Klaus would have everything he needed. The ritual was going to happen regardless of what anyone wanted.

In the Salvatore mansion, Elijah had just gone over the plan once more to ensure that it would work. You were there simply so he could be certain.

“If the plan does not succeed, my brother will become The Original Hybrid by the time the full moon completes its final phase.” Elijah informed, his gaze moving from you, down to where he was fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

You gave him a small nod. “It’ll work Elijah. I…I know it will.” You attempted to reassure him, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. He studied you for a moment before exiting the room. You watched him leave, sighing quietly to yourself.

Much to The Salvatore’s dismay, you found the existence of the Originals to be rather intriguing and had spent the better part of the last month or so getting to know more about them. By them, you meant Elijah, since he had been the only Original the gang had encountered. That was not including Klaus when he had been in Alaric’s body. In return for your curiosity, Elijah seemed to have grown fond of you.

Right now however, you weren’t of any help to anyone. You needed to get out.

Even though the mansion was exceptionally large you felt too pent up. So you headed off to the lake. At least there you could have a brief moment to think alone.

It wasn’t far, so once you made it you took a seat on the bench, staring out at the lake as the afternoon sun slowly made its descent over the horizon. The remaining light seemed to bounce off the water’s surface, making it look as if it shimmered.

“Is this where you go to get away from the Salvatores?” An strangely familiar voice spoke from behind.

You stumbled off the bench with a gasp and spun around on your heels only to come face to face with a rather tall man. Your breath hitched and fear immediately swept through your body the second you realised who it was.

“Klaus.” You breathed out, taking a nervous step backwards.

“Relax, love, I am not of any threat to you.” He reassured with a gentle grin, hands raised briefly in surrender. “I am simply savouring the last moments before I become my true self.”

You watched him wearily. Part of you wanted to run, but you dreaded what he might do if you tried.

Klaus’ grin seemed to fade. He couldn’t just see the fear in your eyes but he could also hear your heart as it pounded within your chest. He dipped his head and stepped away, creating some distance between you both.

“It’s a beautiful sunset, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in an attempt to spark some sort of conversation to break the tension.

Looking up, you couldn’t disagree that the mixture of red, orange and purple colours that lit up the sky was beautiful.

“Yeah…it is.” You mumbled quietly.

Klaus smiled to himself as you continued to study him from where you stood. He could feel your eyes on him.

He remained silent for a good few moments before letting out a sigh. “I know you think you should be scared of me, but I assure you that you do not.”

“You want to hurt the people I care about so I think I have every right to be afraid.” You reminded him, bravely holding his gaze. You were surprised when he nodded in agreement.

“Fair point.” He replied. Then carefully took a seat on the bench. His gaze shifted to the ground momentarily before returning back up to you. “Y/N, if…there was another way—” He began but faltered in finishing what he wanted to say.

Your brows creased slightly as you searched his eyes. Eyes that remained on you. There was some sort of emotion hidden behind those centuries old eyes that you wouldn’t have imagined possible to find in the proclaimed evil Klaus Mikaelson.

It was Pain. Deeply rooted pain.

You didn’t know his story and yet it broke your heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes.

It made you wonder whether there was more to him than just how everyone portrayed him. That being known worldwide to be a ruthless mass murder, a monster and big bad wolf with no remorse was simply a facade to hide the concealed truth that maybe, just maybe he had a heart.

Turning to look back out at the lake, you realised that you had finally let your body relax. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. He had no need too. You mustered up the courage to sit down beside him. With a quiet sigh, you looked up at him. There were no words needed to be exchanged. You both just sat in a strangely comfortable silence.

As the night arrived, a chill filled the air. You shivered.

“You’re cold, love.” Klaus softly noted, a gentle frown of concern passing across his face.

You huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I’m alright.” You insisted. The way he called you love had your stomach fluttering in a way that made you mentally scold yourself.

Klaus didn’t seem to take that as an answer because he took off his jacket, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes appeared to sparkle under the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze. “Thank you Klaus.” You managed to whisper, pulling his coat around yourself for extra warmth.

He dipped his head. “Of course, love.” He uttered in a gentle tone before he stood up.

You tilted your head in confusion before spotting the moon high up in the sky. You looked back at him. You knew exactly where he was going.

“It’s time, isn’t it?”

The soon to be hybrid nodded. “It is.”

You let out a deep sigh. There was absolutely no way you could stop him and…you didn’t really want to anyway. No one should be denied a part of themselves.

“Go.” You said.

Only for a split second but long enough for you to see, he hesitated. Like he was reconsidering. But the urge to take back what was lost outweighed anything else.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He murmured, “Hopefully we’ll meet again under better circumstances.”

He then vamp sped off with a whoosh, disappearing in a blink of an eye leaving you alone under the light of the full moon.

“Bye, Klaus.” You whispered. “And…good luck.”

#this is shorter oops #klausy klaus makes my heart happy #he’s so soft #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #the originals #tvd #the vampire diaries #wayward fics

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All The Sense In The World

Klaus Mikaelson x GN!Reader

18+ only, love & comfort, fluff, mutual pining, baking, christmas time softness, the originals ✨

aerynwrites' dec. writing challenge 2021 ❄

Writer Weds Dec. 15th 2021 🌸 @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

And what is all the fuss about, hm?"

With the Christmas tree lit aglow, decorated handsomely by a flickering firelight, a joyful air resonates soundly around the Mikaelson home. 

It had been the first of many family gatherings over centuries spanning such a great passage of time, but this one in particular held within it something heartfelt, the truest whisper of something else; a certain comfort often felt when captured tenderly by warm embraces, the laughter and smiles of children, and the promise of new beginnings dreamed upon the stars.

Looking over kindly from the smooth velvet of his chair, Klaus begins to watch the precious beauty of a scene unfolding there before him; his lovely daughter, Hope, and you, fawning over a tray of gingerbread cookies, cooling down from the oven as you nestle closely there beside her.

He feels himself smiling, a rare sort of a treasure even for him to behold on special days like this; Klaus 'the mad' as some once might have called him, indulging in one of the most wonderful times of year...

But deep down inside, caving in there at his chest, is the greatest of affection he'd always fought for, staring kindly back at him amidst the featherlight reflections of all the holiday lights and sounds...

If only he hadn't been so afraid of that love, a feeling he had once been told fully to embrace with his entire heart; something his sister, Rebekah, always fervently spoke of running toward.

…

Wafting it's breathtaking memory of sugar and spice throughout the air, your delightful baked confections had just about cooled down; soon to be all set for decorating, with icing and sprinkles laid out carefully upon the table.

"Careful, some of these are still a touch warm."

You whisper this softly into Hope's ear, watching as she first picks up a snowflake, dusting it generously with sugar, then a tiny Christmas tree to enliven with shades of icing turned green; brushing over her hair lightly with the palm of your hand, all the while as she does. 

"I'm making this one special!"

And there, with wide expressive eyes, inside her tiny, magical hands, is her little Winter version of her father; drawing pointed teeth on the smile of her gingerbread man, making him into both werewolf, and vampire.

"Oh, well that is something, I think he looks just like him!"

Soon, there is more of your softened laughter filling the room, gifts being wrapped and placed beneath the tree; Hayley and Elijah getting close with her head resting upon his shoulder, entwining their hands, and watching over fondly from afar.

There's a sense of overwhelming warmth in those simple moments where your eyes have quietly peered themselves up to gaze upon them; drifting toward the silhouette of Klaus lounging with his leg crossed over nearest to all the garland, and mistletoe; suddenly realizing that everything here and now, truly made all the sense in the world.

So silent and confidently staring your way, the sterling glimmer held within his eyes sparks something quite anew; protective and softened in all the subtle ways you imagined him to be, amongst the brightened shine of holiday cheer sparkling with hints of silver, red, and gold.

It's almost as if he's lost in thought, distracted by the inviting way you look tonight and just how much his daughter seems to enjoy spending time with you the most; the music and revelry, devoid of any looming fear or worry, parting in lively waves there all around him.

"And what is all the fuss about, hm?"

Soon, he finds himself playfully sauntering over, handing you a steaming cup of cocoa, all while pressing a soothing palm to your back; gliding his loving touch in circled patterns, skating upwards, then leisurely back down.

It sends your mind to places where no one else can see; timeless thoughts of both you and him lasting endlessly for all time; sharing a slotted kiss beneath the gentle pull of midnight, on a balcony distantly far off somewhere together...

Hovering past the enticing feel of your lips and hands entangled through all your Christmas wishing, becoming a part of his always and forever.

He can not help but think to himself then, yes, finally, all of this had been right; leaning into the thrumming feel of your kiss now rising with his chest, tracing its familiar feel of softness along his skin; such plush sentiments awaiting him with the promise of later, at the upturned corners of his mouth.

That the greatest power he's ever known and longed for, somehow, then, hadn't been so far from reach after all. 

… ❤

a/n -- hope this holiday story with klaus fills your heart with warmth, & makes you smile ! & as always, thanks so much for reading. xo ❄ 

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Thank You

caroline forbes x klaus mikaelson

summary: klaus confronts caroline about something in her past

tags: hurt / comfort, past relationship abuse, forbidden love

word count: 1.9k

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Something to Rely On

Paring: Mikaelson Siblings x f!Reader

Warning(s): Heavy angst at the start, implied thoughts of suic!de, fluff, comfort alert!!

Word count: 2.4k

Summary/Prompt: You are struggling to fall asleep but your beloved fictional character(s) come into your room to be with you, reminding you that you are not alone.

A/N: I’ve been struggling with my mental health lately. I realised it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic so forgive me if it’s not the best! I just decided that I would channel my current feelings into writing something fluffy. This is also for anyone out there who needs comfort from the Mikaelsons — I am very much in my TVD and Original era right now. I really enjoyed trying to make the dialogue sound as much like their characters as possible. I stuck with just the siblings bc otherwise there was too many characters for me to process so late at night.

[ Any form of interaction is appreciated, but feedback is highly recommended so I can improve and to feel an ounce of serotonin. ]

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With every passing moment, time slipped away as you lay silently in your bed. Your doona was pulled up so far that only your head popped out. You had spent the past few hours trying to fall asleep. It had mainly involved staring up at the ceiling, listening to music, mediating or scrolling through your phone for distractions. The room was even lit by red lights that were strung up across the top of the built-in wardrobe.

It was supposed to add to the serenity of the atmosphere that you had tried to create in hopes of making you sleepy. Regardless of that, nothing seemed to dull the aching pain in your body or ease the incessant little voices whispering in the back of your mind.

Everything you’ve been fighting for? It’s all worthless.

Just outside, along with tranquil silence that usually came with the night, was the sound of rain as it fell against the roof and trickled through the pipes. You could hear the wind as it softly howled in the nearby trees and through the tiny opening in your window. But still the voices whispered like ghosts just beyond the veil.

There are others who have it worse than you.

Your pain is invalid.

Stop complaining, you’re just overreacting.

No one really cares anyway.

You tried to listen to the soft music that you had been playing on your phone and focused on the feeling of the comfort that being burritoed in your blankets brought. Nevertheless, your mind seemed hellbent on breaking through that peace that you were trying to create for yourself.

You can’t rest. You’re falling behind. You’re failing.

A quiet sob left you as you curled in on yourself protectively. The feeling that you won’t make it was almost crushing, like a boulder that you couldn’t carry.

You’re responsible. It’s all your fault.

You deserve to suffer.

Your friends and family always tried to remind you that they were there for you, and that they loved you. But you always second guessed and doubted their word. It didn’t help when they evidently let you down.

No one could see. You never let them see the worst of you. That darkness inside of you, the darkness that constantly threatened to pull you under. To drown you. The darkness that meant hope was continuously ripped from your grasp.

You’re a burden to those around you and there is nowhere in the world where you belong.

You choked on another sob, the tears that ran down your cheeks now stained your pillow. At this point the world around you seemed to no longer exist. You hated this feeling. Despite trying to tell yourself that it was temporary and that tomorrow would be better. You wanted it to end. But really who could blame you? With all this pain. You felt as though there was no escape. You were tired of it and didn’t want to hurt anymore.

You are and always will be alone.

An unexpected but gentle knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts for the first time that night. You roughly wiped the tears from your eyes, forcing yourself to quickly try and suppress your crying. After all, you didn’t want anyone to see that pain. You peeked your head out from under the doona, watching as the door opened. You expected one of your parents but a tall man with a red henley and black jacket appeared, poking his head into your room.

“Hello love.”

“K-Klaus?” You whimpered, unable to hide the initial confusion.

He gave you a gentle smile as he hovered in the doorway, not wanting to come in without your permission. “Are you alright?” You could hear the concern through his thick British accent as he spoke.

You hesitated. The part of you that didn’t want to allow anyone to see the pain you were in threatened to deny the Hybrid’s help and push him away. However, that teeny tiny voice inside of you that wanted to be found spoke up. Help me. You shook your head as you hugged the soft toy you were holding closer to your chest. It was taking every ounce of strength you had not to break down in front of him.

Klaus finally let himself into your room and wandered over to sit down on the edge of your bed. He could basically sense the anguish you felt. You know he could. You could see it. In his dark blue-green eyes was a look that was buried deep within the centuries of emotions, in a place hidden from the world, a look that told you he truly understood the pain you were in.

“I just…want it to stop.” You whispered, unable to meet his gaze as you fought to hold back the tears.

“I know you do love, I know.” He acknowledged, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and whispered, “take a breath and close your eyes.”

Without question, you did as you were told. Allowing your eyes to close and at the same time, take a deep breath. You exhaled slowly, feeling your heart rate as it steadied. The original hybrid’s presence was surprisingly comforting.

“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully, love.” Klaus whispered soothingly. “I know you fear that the pain and darkness will consume you. Throughout my time I have discovered that our minds have a way of torturing us in an attempt to push us over the edge so that we are forced to succumb to our demons. Making us monsters. I let that darkness control me. But you mustn’t. You must continue to hold on, for me. Because in the face of such despair, your strength will prevail. I’ve seen it. You are so much stronger than you believe yourself to be.”

Klaus inhaled as if he was about to continue but a noise caused you to open your eyes. You both turned to see who now stood in the doorway.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Elijah,” you said.

Needless to say you knew exactly who he was. Just by the way he held himself. So composed. With his calm demeanour yet somehow managed a commanding presence. The way he spoke so poetically and of course the unmistakable trademark outfit, his suit.

“Y/N.” Elijah began, lifting his hand to lean against the doorframe. It was obvious that he had been listening in with his vamp-hearing. “I implore you not to give up on this fight.”

“Thank you Elijah! You just ruined a perfectly good speech.” Klaus huffed sarcastically.

It made you chuckle.

Elijah sighed and stepped into the room. “Niklaus, I kindly ask you to be quiet.” He demanded politely as he fiddled with the cuff of his sleeve. He then turned back to look at you. “Y/N, your life may be a mere blip compared to our immortal lives. But, if I am not mistaken that is simply a reason worth fighting for. Let me tell you that in the numerous centuries I’ve been alive, I have always found there to be profound moments that outweigh the unpleasant and quite often tedious affairs of one’s existence. Living can be euphoric. I give you my word. But you cannot begin to experience those moments if you have given up on your hope.” He paused, acknowledging his sister’s presence without looking. “Isn’t that right Rebekah?”

“You’re always right Elijah. Who am I to argue with that?” You glanced over to where the young blonde haired Original Vampire walked in with a cocky smile. “Want a little piece of advice Y/N? Don’t listen to Nik, and never doubt Elijah’s wisdom.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at his little sister’s words.

You sat up, then manoeuvred yourself so you were leaning against him. The hybrid shrouded you in a warm hug andlooked down at you with a gentle smile. You returned it with your own grateful smile. His words had been exactly what you’d needed to hear and you didn’t want him to think otherwise.

“Oh come on, surely we are allowed to doubt the almighty wisdom of our noble brother.” Kol jested as he came in and flopped down on the floor, leaning against the side of your bed, looking up at you with his adorably mischievous grin.

Elijah slowly motioned his hands outwards with a look of slight offence. “Please, by all means, enlighten me brother.”

Kol just raised his hands in mocked surrender.

Rebekah stroked your hair fondly and scoffed at her brother’s bickering. “Ignore them, my lovely, you are allowed to feel the way you do. You don’t always have to be strong. It’s okay to cry and be vulnerable. The pain you are going through is always worth hearing about if it’s hurting you.” She motioned to her brothers. “None of us wish to see you tormented. Allow us to be something you rely on.”

You couldn’t help but smile as her words pulled on your heart strings in a way that made you feel heard. It was a really nice thing to hear coming from Rebekah. To know that it was okay to feel not okay. And your pain was valid.

“Yeah as if we are the best examples of sharing our vulnerability.” Freya chimed in half jokingly as she joined them, earning a grin from the youngest Original.

“I don’t know what you’re all talking about, I’m great at being vulnerable.” Kol declared, crossing his arms over his chest and repositioning himself to be more comfortable.

“Are you to call yourself emotional?” Rebekah asked with a smirk.

Kol scoffed and threw one of your stuffed toys at her. “Of course not!”

Freya stifled a laugh and the younger Mikaelson picked up a book from your shelf, launching it at her. The witch yelped and raised her hands to protect herself. Luckily Elijah single-handedly caught the book mid air without so much as a hint of vampire speed.

“Children please, Kol enough.” He scolded calmly with a sigh, placing the book down on the nearby desk. He looked as though he was considering taking a dagger and driving it into Kol’s heart himself.

To be fair it was way too late for the usual family squabble but you were thankfully well entertained by the Mikaelson’s shenanigans.

Fortunately for Elijah, Kol made no effort to continue an argument and instead crossed his arms again with a huff as though he was sulking in response to being berated by his brother. Klaus grinned. At least he wasn’t the one being told off this time.

Finn poked his head in, having probably noticed and heard his siblings gathering in one room. You caught his watchful eye and offered him a smile. His presence alone was enough.

Elijah took the moment of silence to turn his attention back to you, with his mesmerising green eyes. “All things considered, we simply wish for you to know that your best is all you should ask of yourself.”

Freya scooted closer. “That’s right, you should be proud of how far you’ve come. We sure as hell are proud of you, sweetheart.” She told you in her gentle, almost motherly way.

“You’re on the right path, darling, trust me.” Kol claimed, grinning as he reached up and poked your side playfully causing you giggle.

Elijah smiled and then gestured for his youngest brother to move, taking his spot at your bedside. He took your hands in his. “I need you to give me your word that you’ll always keep fighting.”

You knew he wasn’t testing you. The way he held your gaze unwaveringly and despite the calm composure, there was that air of importance in the way that he spoke his words.

“You have my word Elijah.”

This appeared to satisfy him because he nodded and stepped away after that.

Once he did, you noticed how the crushing emotional pain that had been affecting your sleep earlier had now been lifted and you were left with a feeling of calmness. A wave of exhaustion washed over you. Klaus must've noticed the shift in weight against him because he shared a knowing look with Elijah before he carefully picked you up and set you back in your bed, tucking you in properly so you were comfortable. Sort of like a father would a child.

“You are not alone Y/N.” Finn finally spoke up, having caught onto the point of this gathering.

You softly smiled, mouthing a quiet thank you before your focus returned to the original hybrid.

Niklaus then leant down so he could whisper to you once again. “Tonight you’ll sleep. You’ll remember that you are safe, needed and loved. You’ll be comforted by the notion that wherever you are, we are with you.”

You smiled sleepily as you looked over at the Mikaelsons. Your heart once again filled with hope. Each one of them had changed your life in ways they would never understand. A yawn escaped you. Elijah took that as a cue to silently usher his siblings out of the room, leaving you alone with Klaus.

Your eyes grew heavy and your efforts to keep them open were short lived as they eventually closed. As you slowly drifted off to sleep you heard Klaus speak his final words to you.

“Never forget that you are a Mikaelson, my little wolf. I love you, always and forever.”

#this is sorta chaotic and idk what’s happening #they’re just there to comfort you really #haven’t written a fanfic in a long longgg time so forgive me if it’s bad #mikaelson family #mikaelson siblings x reader #the mikaelsons #the mikaelson siblings #you gotta love them come on! #wayward fics #waywardblazer