nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words
Your foot bopped along with the beat. Earplugs in you sat sideways in one of the Victorian chairs. Legs over railing, scrolling on your phone. The Mikaelsons were out, meaning you had the house for yourself. You took the opportunity to do absolutely nothing and have some me time. Moving around the house with earplugs so that the music swallowed you whole. Now you were just sitting down, waiting for the Mikaelsons to come home. Your eye caught a glance of the first Mikaelson entering.
It was Kol. He nodded at you as you gave him a welcoming nod back. Freya entered next with Rebekah, chattering about something. Elijah and Klaus were the last Mikaelsons to enter. Elijah smiled upon seeing you. With vampire speed he rushed over to you.
Coming to hover over you, leaving a caring kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him, tapping at your lips. Elijah chuckling before kissing your lips upside down. You heard Klaus groan letting himself fall down in the sofa. You unplugged your earplugs, swinging your legs over the railing to the front.
“How was your day sweetheart?” – Elijah asked coming to sit on the railing with you. – “Enough about me, how was your day? Did it go well?” – you answered. Elijah took your hand, fiddling a bit with your fingers. Looking at him, you noticed some forgotten blood on his jaw.
Making your finger wet, you wiped it clean. – “You missed a spot dear.” – you told him. Elijah cupped your cheek. – “I’ll have you to clean me.” – he whispered to you. Klaus rolling with his eyes. – “Please lead this up to the bedroom.” – he scolded. Elijah and you both laughed. Klaus then got up, taking his brother by the arm.
“Come we have much to discuss.” – he said. You blew Elijah a kiss as he left with his brother. Putting in your earplugs again, you forgot what you were even mindlessly scrolling through. Video after video you were watching with little interest.
Swiping your finger up a few more times, the video’s flashed by. Till one video made you stop and watch. A girl’s voice speaking as you saw the camera getting pointed at a boy. “Hey guys can you watch my boyfriend for me.” – she said taking her leave. Her phone turned towards her boyfriend as he looked confused at the camera.
It made you laugh at how silly his expression was. – “What are you laughing about?” – Rebekah asked joining you in the open living room. You took out your earplugs, showing her the video. At first she furrowed her brows till she started laughing. She handed you back your phone. – “Do you think I should do it with Elijah?” – you questioned. Rebekah quirking her eyebrow up.
“He’d have no clue.” – she answered. – “Right!” – you called out. – “That would make it so funny!” – you told her. – “If you do make the video, send it to me.” – Rebekah suggested. – “So you can have leverage over him?” – you teased with a laugh. – “Then you should make one about Niklaus too.” – she joked. Rebekah’s phone rang as she got up, answering it. Speaking with her gave you stuff to think about. Getting more eager to do it with Elijah. You only had to wait for Elijah to finish his meeting with Klaus.
Waiting for Elijah felt like eternity so you decided to help out Freya in the meantime. Help her label some new bottles with ingredients for her spells and potions. The urge of filming the video growing by the minute. Freya noticed you were eager for something, but didn’t comment about it. Hearing the door open, it made you tense your muscles. From Freya’s witchy room, you saw a glimpse of Klaus leaving.
You quickly set the last bottles down. – “Sorry gotta run Freya!” – you called out, taking your leave. – “Thanks for the help Y/n!” – Freya shouted after you. You ran into the room where Elijah was. He looked surprised at you for a moment. – “Y/n, sweetheart.” – he called out. You walked up to him, placing your hands on his hips, getting on the tips of your toes for a kiss. Elijah happily kissed you back.
“Someone missed me.” – Elijah said with a smile. – “Didn’t you miss me?” – you asked curious, already knowing the answer. – “Immensely.” - Elijah responded cupping your cheek. His comment made you scrunch your nose with a teasing smile. Elijah booped your nose making you flutter your face back. – “How about a drink?” – You suggested, tilting your head a bit. – “I can’t say no to you spoiling me.” – Elijah replied.
You went over to the bar, taking two glasses. Leaning over the counter, you grabbed for the bottle. – “Need a hand sweetheart?” – Elijah asked. – “No!” – you called out loud. He moved his hands up in defence, not arguing with you there. He sat down as you returned with his glass. You then went over to grab your glass from the counter. Pulling out your phone. You pretended to hold it against your ear as if you had a call.
Elijah furrowed his brows, wondering who you were calling. You then moved your phone down, pressing the record button. Returning to Elijah, you made sure it was recording from the front. Setting your glass down on a good position. – “Hey guys can you watch my boyfriend.” – you said, setting the phone against the glass for support.
Elijah’s gaze went from you, down to your phone. Staring confused right at the camera as you took a run for it. Elijah turned around. – “Y/n?” – he called out. He then looked back at the camera, feeling like someone was watching him. He stared awkwardly at it, feeling awkward to even sip his drink. Nervously, he moved his hand up to greet whoever was watching him.
His gaze glided awkwardly away from the camera, trying to see if you were returning. When you weren’t returning, he sighed deep. Tapping his fingers patiently together it felt awkward for him. Elijah suddenly moved closer to the camera. His face getting full on the camera. – “I don’t need watching.” – he said to your phone. You had returned seeing him do that. It made you laugh loud, making him turn his head in an instant. – “Y/n!” – he shouted.
Continuing to laugh, you ran over to your phone to collect it. Your face came on the camera as Elijah looked over your shoulder in the camera as well. – “Has he behaved?” – you asked teasingly at the camera. Elijah looked in shock at you. – “I have!” – he called out, making you laugh loud, stopping the video.
Heyy, you should make an Elijah fic where it’s set where he has his middle part and he falls in love with Elena’s best friend as the reader? With fluff and smut please!!! 🤍🤍
Rules {Part One}
18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
Part One
As the little sister of the Salvatores, trouble always finds you. Whether it's from a vampire, werewolf or an original, you are always at the center of it. When the mysterious villain Elijah comes to Mystic Falls, everyone is trying to stop him from hurting Elena. But you? You might be falling in love...
♡♡ Thanks for the request beautiful anon! Middle part Elijah will forever have me in a chokehold && it's about time I write a little bit about the Salvatore brothers...♡♡
2k words - Warnings: this one is just mainly smut, foreplay, secret affair, enemies to lovers, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, reader is a lot like her brother Damon... will this turn into a romeo and juilet tragic romance ? maybee
"Rules? I don't recall such things..." You giggled softly, kicking your feet a little, a wide smile on your face.
Laying on your stomach in front of the fireplace at the boarding house, you chatted on the phone with Elijah. You ran your fingers through the soft rug underneath you, biting your lip and waiting for a response from him.
"Hmm, perhaps you just have a very poor memory then," Elijah murmured, you could hear the smile in his voice. It had you grinning like an idiot, and you had to roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling just to calm yourself down. You felt giddy, excited, and so many other emotions that you thought were long dormant in your old age.
"Perhaps..." You murmured, letting out a happy sigh and smiling at the ceiling.
"Let me refresh your memory," Elijah whispered into the phone, his tone calm and deep, as he sat back in the large leather chair in his office. "Rule one, when we are together, it will just be us,"
"And it will be," You assured him, closing your eyes, imagining his voice directly in your ear. "Everyone has gone away for the night,"
"I don't see why we don't just rent a room," He chuckled softly.
"Because," you murmured, feeling shyer by the second. "I want you to see my room, I have some books and art to share with you, there's this painting I hung up the other day that you would love..."
Elijah smiled, looking down and picking at a piece of lint on his pants, unable to deny how much he liked that thought. "I would love to see all the details of what makes you happy,"
You blushed, sitting up on your thighs, the heat of the fireplace warming your back.
"So? Come over?" You asked, hopeful, almost squirming with need.
Elijah knew this was a bad idea, if the Salvatore brothers returned, he would have to deal with their wrath. They were the enemy, but you... You were a weakness, one he couldn't seem to ignore.
"What would I get in return?" He wondered, standing up and moving over to the window.
You grinned, a plan forming. "Anything you want..."
Elijah licked his lips, feeling his heart beat just a bit faster.
"You are dangerous..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Give me an hour,"
You giggled happily, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs behind you. "I'll be waiting,"
With a small hum of confirmation, Elijah ended the call.
You tossed your phone aside and scurried to your room, deciding what to wear. Usually you weren't shy or nervous to hook-up with someone, but with Elijah it was different.
It had been a few weeks, and you had both agreed, the last time would be the only time. But then one thing led to another, a text here, an invitation there, and now you couldn't deny the pull between the two of you.
After showering and shaving and washing, you stood naked in your closet and looked through the clothes. You finally settled on a simple yet expensive lingerie set that hugged your body and pushed up your breasts. Then you slipped into a simple black dress, deciding to keep it casual, since you were planning on being naked for most of the night.
A knock on the door made you grin, and you rushed to the door, your excitement bubbling to the surface.
Elijah stood on the porch, hands tucked in the pockets of his long trench coat, a small smile on his face.
"Hello, Miss Salvatore," He said softly, stepping inside.
You shut the door behind him, pressing your back against it, taking in the man before you.
"Elijah," You purred, grinning like a cat. "Glad you could join me,"
Elijah hummed softly, his eyes roaming your form. You could see the lust in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched.
"You know, the last time we were alone, I believe we agreed this would not happen again," Elijah reminded, taking a step forward, closing the gap between you.
"Hmm, did we?" You murmured, your hand reaching out and running down the front of his suit, feeling the material. You stopped and looked up at him, a grin on your face.
He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. His hands went to your hips, pulling you flush against him.
You let out a small gasp, a hand going to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
You pulled away, your cheeks a light pink and your breathing heavy. He already had you dizzy, and he had barely done anything.
"How about a tour?" He murmured, a smile on his lips.
"Sure," You nodded, pulling him towards the stairs, a giddy smile on your face.
He followed along, not paying attention to the art and paintings on the walls, instead he was watching you, the way your hips swayed with every step, and the smile on your face as you brought him closer and closer to your bedroom.
As soon as you stepped through the door, Elijah's hands were on your waist, his lips kissing along your neck and shoulders. He kicked the door close, and started pushing you further into the room.
You stumbled a little, giggling and holding onto his arm, letting him push you towards the bed. You spun around and faced him, and he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. You ran your hands up his chest and to his tie, unknotting it and throwing it on the ground. You worked on his jacket next, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, leaving him in his white shirt.
"Mm, you're rushing," Elijah teased, nipping at your bottom lip, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
"No, no, you're just too slow," You shot back, ripping open his shirt, the buttons flying across the room.
Elijah looked down at his torn shirt, and then up at you, his lips curled into a smirk. "Careful,"
"Or what?" You teased, running your fingers through his hair, a playful glint in your eyes.
Elijah pushed you backwards, and you fell onto the bed, letting out a laugh as he crawled up your body, his mouth attaching to your neck, sucking and biting, making you moan.
"Greedy little vampire, aren't you?" He murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs, slowly pushing your dress up.
"Hmm, for you," You purred, tugging at his belt, getting frustrated when you couldn't get it undone.
Elijah chuckled, sitting up and working his belt free, a cocky smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes, and wiggled your way out of your dress, tossing it onto the ground, leaving you in nothing but the black lace lingerie.
"My, my," Elijah said slowly, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. "You look stunning,"
You bit your lip, a small smile on your face as he climbed back on top of you, his hands running up your sides.
"This was an excellent choice," He murmured, running his fingers over the lace. "Maybe I should rip it off, make it match my shirt,"
"Don't you dare," You warned, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to yours.
Your hand rested against his stomach, and you let it wander up his chest. You could feel his strength as he held himself over you, the muscles of his arms flexing, his chest rising and falling.
His hair fell into his face, framing his cheekbones, his intense gaze fixed on you. You blushed and tucked his hair behind his ear, running your finger along his sharp jaw.
"You're so handsome," You breathed, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them.
Elijah chuckled, his breath hot against your skin.
"And you're breathtaking," He murmured, before ripping off your lingerie, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
"I told you not to do that," You gasped, though you weren't really angry, your blood was already rushing south.
He grinned, his fingers trailing up your leg, teasing your core. You spread your legs wider, and he eased a finger inside you, chuckling as your annoyed expression melted into pleasure. He watched you like this, lips parted, panting softly. Then he added second finger, then a third, until he was fucking you with three fingers, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit.
"Elijah," You moaned, tugging him down, kissing him roughly.
Elijah smirked against your lips, and curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.
"Fuck," You moaned, arching off the bed, your eyes screwed shut.
"That's it," He encouraged, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you, his fingers picking up speed, curling and twisting inside you.
"I can't..." You whined, squirming and grabbing his wrist.
"But you can," He mumbled, kissing you deeply. You moaned into the kiss as he moved his hand faster. The tension was so delicious and intoxicating, but before you could reach your release, Elijah was pulling his hand back.
You were so lost in pleasure you didn't hear the sound of the front door opening, or the noise of Stefan and Damon entering the house.
But Elijah did. He froze, his ears trained on the footsteps of the Salvatore brothers. He cursed under his breath, and turned to look down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.
You frowned at the lack of contact, and pouted, looking up at him, confused. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off with a kiss.
Then you heard them.
In a flash Elijah was gone, all that was left of his touch was your scattered breathing and lust filled eyes.
You heard the sound of your brother's footsteps coming up the stairs and pulled a blanket over yourself. A moment later Damon and Stefan walked in the doorway.
"What do you want?" You muttered, looking grumpy, and trying to sound like you were angry at being interrupted from a good sleep.
"Just checking in," Stefan smiled, before noticing how disheveled your hair was, the blush in your cheeks, and the fact that you were wrapped in a blanket and nothing else.
"Have you been here all night?" Damon asked, looking concerned.
"Yes," You snapped, sitting up and pulling the blankets tighter around you. "I was tired and fell asleep reading,"
Stefan and Damon shared a look, neither looked like they were buying your story.
"We'll let you rest," Stefan nodded, heading for the door, giving you a suspicious look.
"Yeah, go back to sleep, we'll be downstairs," Damon murmured, shooting you a knowing look, before following his brother out the door, shutting it behind him.
Once they were gone, you collapsed back against the pillows, letting out a breath.
You could still feel Elijah's lips on yours, still smell his cologne, still taste him on your tongue. You closed your eyes, a smile spreading across your face.
It was in that moment, that you knew you were absolutely, undeniably, hopelessly, in love with Elijah.
And, without a doubt, completely and utterly fucked.
I always love seeing new writers! Could I request some fluff with regina and insecure reader??
I will never let you go again
Welcome to my first storyyyy my guys! I was surprised at how easy it was to actually write, I hope this is what you had in mind! I'm sorry if there is any mistake :-)
You thought you had a pretty good reading of the situation, but now, you weren’t sure where you stood with her. Your first encounter with Regina wasn’t exactly what you’d call love at first sight. In fact, she had insulted you, ripped your heart out and left you at the border of Storybrooke to walk home. But then, you slowly warmed up to each other. It started by acknowledging each other, then politely smiling at each other if you’d come across one another in the little town. Then, it was dinner invitations, drinking apple cider on her couch and deep conversations until the early hours of the morning.
And now, you were feeling so unsure, so insecure. It led to locking yourself in your apartment, thoughts racing through your head. In the past two weeks, Regina had been distant, too distant. You didn’t understand why she had texted you earlier this morning to cancel your usual dinner at her place, or why she wouldn’t answer any of your messages and calls. Truth to be told, you were heartbroken. Surely enough, this wasn’t just an innocent friendship to you. You knew she wasn’t the Evil Queen anymore, that she wasn’t this person that got described to you many times by the citizens of Storybrooke. She was the proof that anyone can change. She was fierce, something you had always admired about her, and you had always pitied anyone that ever got on her bad side, knowing you had once been there, as her strong personality mixed with anger was sometimes scary. You had seen her beautiful brown orbs shine with fire, and despite your heart screaming at you to fix it, to fix your friendship or whatever it was, your head had eventually won the fight. You had stopped calling. You had stopped showing up on her doorstep, knocking on her door only to be met with silence even though you knew she was home. If you were being honest with yourself, her message from this morning was your last straw. You were too broken to continue fighting.
You felt as if your light has gone out. You’d only got out at crazy hours in the evenings, when you were sure you wouldn’t meet anyone, or at least, very few people, and especially not her, to get some groceries and cheap wine to drown your sorrows. You knew your eyes were constantly red and puffy from crying over someone who so clearly sent a message without literally doing so. Regina didn’t feel the same way than you did, and there was nothing you could do about it. So should you hang on to something that would only extend your pain?
So instead of giggling with Regina like you would do usually every Friday night, you found yourself sitting on the couch, and old episode of Friends running in the background as you were having yet another glass of wine, hoping it would lure you to the sleep you craved so much, but couldn’t find as easily as before. You were wearing an old hoodie with gray sweatpants, an outfit you had gotten at university during your studies. You could feel your legs falling asleep from being crossed for such a long period of time, but you didn’t bother to move them, concentrating on the tingling sensation, hoping it would somehow take over your sadness.
Halfway through the bottle, you heard a knock on your door. As your posture straightened up, the blanket that you had draped over your shoulders slide down, the cold air making its way to you even with the hood you had folded on your head. You weren’t really in the mood to see anyone, especially on yours and Regina’s evening. Your mind was working slower as usual, a result of the alcohol you were consuming. Yet, you shrugged and decided to ignore it, pretending you weren’t home when your mind was still clear enough to tell you that the lights were on, that the tv was loud and that the person behind the door probably noticed all of that too. Yet, another knock came to your ears not long after the first, and you knew whoever was there had no intention of going away. You figured it was either Emma or Snow checking on you, both knowing how hard you’d been taking Regina’s silence. Knowing it wouldn’t be easy to send them on their way if you didn’t answer the door, you sloppily got up from the couch, cursing as you bumped your calf into the table in front of the couch as you made your way to the front door.
You didn’t get a chance to open your mouth to say you were fine, as the person standing in front of you was the one that was clouding your mind for the past two week. Your eyes locked with hers, and you noticed that she was still wearing her work clothes, a silk white blouse tucked into black pants, a beige coat keeping her warm from the cold air of the night. You noticed that she was also evaluating the state you were in, her eyes going from your sweatpants to your hoodie, to the wine bottle that was resting on the table behind you, her gaze softening as her brown orbs met yours again.
“Hi,” she began softly, as if she was scared you’d break, as if she thought you were as fragile as glass. And truth to be told, you did look like you would, like you were holding on by a thread.
You opened your mouth to answer, only to close it again, no words not coming out. “Can I come in?”, her voice cracking as she cleared her throat, fidgeting with her fingers as you noticed the black leather gloves she had on.
You simply nodded, opening the door for her to see the mess your apartment was. She had the decency to not say anything, knowing you were always a tidy person, even if the sight of the dirty dishes piling in the sink, the empty pizza boxes sitting on the counter and the pile of clean clothes unfolded resting on the kitchen table made her jaw clench. You knew she loved order over chaos, which is why you always tried to keep your place clean, but you didn’t think she’d actually witness the mess it was right now. Regina knew she was the reason for this, for the state she had found you in. She was no idiot. She had noticed the way your smile got wider every single time she’d walk in a room, the way you’d always pick the seat right next to her at Granny’s even if the one in front of her was available, the way you’d always hug her a little longer than anyone else. And she knew she did the same. Her day lightened up when she’d catch a glimpse of you, if you name would light up her phone, if she’d hear your voice or your laugh. And knowing she was causing you so much distress was breaking her heart even more than it was already. She made her way to the couch, her eyes never leaving your frame as you did the same.
“I’m sorry,” she simply stated, as you took the furthest spot possible from her on the couch. Her heart sank a little, jealously hoping you’d still want to be next to her, to be close to her. “I’m sorry I canceled our evening together.”, she muttered the last part, not trusting her own voice.
You closed your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. You couldn’t look at her, you couldn’t bear to see her expression as she would tell you it was a misunderstanding, that you were simply very close friends. Yet, you knew this conversation had to happen one day of another, so you’d rather it be now, while the wine was making it seem like a cushion you could rest on as it would unfold. You braced yourself for it and opened your eyes, choosing to fix your gaze on the side of the blanket that was messily unfolded in front of you.
“Why?,” you managed to whisper, your voice cracking at the end, as your grabbed the corner of the blanket, fidgeting with the edge. You felt Regina move from her seat, causing your heart to beat even harder in your chest. She instead sat right next to you, her now glove-free hand resting on top of yours, stopping your movements. She then used the other one to gently grab your chin, lifting it up slowly so you’d meet her eyes. You noticed she had taken off her coat, but you didn’t have the strength to look away from her gaze, her eyes piercing into yours.
Your breath stopped once again, seeing the remorse and the hurt that was shining in them. All you wanted to do was to wrap your arms around her and hold her, to make all of it disappear. Yet, you couldn’t, your own pain a reminder it was her who had been avoiding you, and not the opposite.
“I got scared,” she hesitated before continuing, noticing you were sitting still and that your eyes hadn’t left hers. This seemed to give her the bravery to continue. “I-I want what’s best for you, Y/N. I love spending time with you, I look forward it every day. I wake up and my first thought is you. I go to bed and my last thought is you. I-I’m in love with you and it scared me,” she blurted, her cheeks tinted with a soft red color. “I don’t know what I thought. That maybe if I distanced myself from you, it would go away. But I missed you so much. I was sitting at home by myself, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about our evenings together…If I hadn’t ruined everything”, she continued in a low voice, her grip on your hand tightening, as if she was scared you’d run away, that you’d slip from her touch and reject her. Yet, it was like you were hypnotized by her, as if she had put a spell on you to keep you still, your mind registering her words one at the time, almost jokingly slowly.
“I have been avoiding you because I got scared to have fallen in love with you, but being without you is an even scarier feeling,” she confessed, her eyes swelling up with tears. You had never seen Regina so vulnerable, despite the closeness of your relationship. And almost as if you were being remotely controlled, you felt your hand free itself from hers, making her gasp, probably thinking she was indeed right and that you were rejecting her after her past actions. Instead, you caught the tear that was falling on her cheek, causing even more to make their way down her beautiful features.
“I thought you didn’t want to be near me anymore”, you finally confessed to her, tears falling on your cheeks as well. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the confession you were about to make. “Since I’m not a hero, or anything, really”, you mumbled, shaking your head, trying to put some orders in your thoughts as your deepest fear was finally out in the open.
She cupped your face, wiping your tears with her thumbs as she pressed a soft kiss on your right cheek, so softly that it felt like a feather was brushing against your skin. You closed your eyes under her touch, the one you had been craving for ever since you had realized you had feelings for Regina.
“You’re not anything, Y/N. You’re the woman I love,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke, smiling softly as she heard a soft sight coming out of your lips at the contact. You weren’t aware that you did. Your mind was blank. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Was she really saying she felt the same way you did all this time? That it was a misunderstanding? And she had kissed your cheek? You had hugged before, but you had never felt the softness of her lips on your skin, which truthfully didn’t help with registering the situation. It felt like hours when a minute probably went by. Regina’s lips were still brushing against your cheek, her eyelashes tickling your skin every time she’d blink even if her posture was completely immobile, as if she wanted to take in the closeness she had with if you’d decide to move away from her. The chaos in your heart was instead replaced by relief, by disbelief for the words you had been craving to hear for so long.
Finally coming back to your sense, you grabbed the hands that were still resting on your cheeks, moving your body so your forehead was now touching hers, your noses brushing against each other.
“You love me?” your voice sounding so small, so foreign to her ears that she was scared words would fail her, as she simply nodded. “Don’t ever do this to me again,” you whispered, smiling softly even though she couldn’t see you. Regina instead had other idea, wanting to see your face, wanting to read the depth of your mind in your eyes, as she distanced herself from you to do so, wrapping her arms around your neck in an attempt to keep you as close to her as possible. The frown on her face was quickly replaced by a smile matching yours, pure adoration written cross her features as light seemed to have returned to your eyes.
“I could never,” she stated, shaking her head, her perfume reaching your senses and embracing you, making you feel calmer, safer, loved. “I’d rip my own heart out.”
“Don’t do that, “you giggled, biting your bottom lip in the process. “I love you too, in case you were wondering,” you beamed at her, your mind finally catching up to what had just happened, the weight on the world having finally being lifted off your shoulders. The smile she gave you then completely turned your world upside down, the kind of smile that made your knees go weak, making you thankful you were sitting down. You were living for that smile, you’d do anything to see it, to have it directed just at you.
Regina moved a piece of your hair away from your face, her hand resting on the back of your neck. Your skin felt on fire, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest. She glanced at your lips for a second, and you did the same, licking your lips in an automated gesture. She slowly leaned forward, giving you enough time to move away if it was your wish. Instead, you closed the distance and met her lips. Goosebumps rose on your skin as she gently pulled you towards her, as if she was afraid you’d disappear, her arms wrapped around your neck as yours found their way around her waist. The kiss was gentle, even more than you’d have imagined if possible, but yet, so passionate, filled with all the emotions you so desperately tried to express to each other. She eventually pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, as you immediately thought that you wanted to kiss her again and again for the rest of your life. She had her eyes closed still, a soft smiling playing on her lips, and so you leaned in again, making her giggle as your lips met hers, this time only lasting a few seconds, an attempt to convince yourself it was really happening. As you pulled away, she brushed her nose against yours before kissing it.
“Now that it’s settled,” she chuckled, getting up from the couch and pulling you with her, “Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow, we have some cleaning to do,” she grinned as she motioned towards the mess around you, as you rolled your eyes and got up to give her some clothes for the night, Regina never letting go of your hand.
Your reunion with Nikaus and Elijah doesn't go as planned and betrayals are revealed. Threatening the peace and safety you fought so hard for.
♡♡ Thank you for your patience with this one! there will be a final part (five) I have it finished, just have to edit it some more xoxo~ ♡♡
5.5k words - Warnings: Viking AU where the Mikaelsons are completely human (no magic, werewolves, vampires... etc) lots of violence, injury, illness?, betrayal and setting up some juicy juicy dramaaa...
{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three}
The sight of you, holding your sister, safe and alive, was a gift from the Gods, a blessing that made Niklaus nearly shed a tear.
There you were, battered and bruised but living. Telling him that his brothers were possibly still alive, Elijah, his closest friend, and Henrik, his baby brother, the one who looked up to him, saw him as a true warrior, a leader, a hero.
"I won't leave without Elijah," you had said, your eyes fierce, determined.
He admired you so much, your strength, your courage. You had changed in ways he couldn't quite decipher, but you were still the girl he had grown up with, the one who had held his hand when he was scared, who had kissed his bruises and scraped knees. The one he wanted to make his wife.
He watched you run to safety, holding your sister close, and he paused for just a brief moment to imagine the future you would have together, a world free from danger, where you could raise your children, surrounded by his family, putting the past behind you.
Then he ran in the opposite direction towards the docks, the green and blue of his shield and tunic, standing out amongst the black and red of the Blackthorne's. He had to find Elijah and Henrik, had to finish the job, and get all of you out of this wretched place.
When he caught sight of his brother he felt such relief, he couldn't believe he had found him alive. Elijah was a bloody mess, his tunic torn and shredded, his skin covered in bruises and cuts. He had seen him fight before, had sparred with him plenty, but he had never seen him like this; he was a true warrior, a killer, his skill and determination making him a force to be reckoned with.
Niklaus ran forward, his axe held high, and brought it down on a slaver's arm, severing it. The man screamed, the sound deafening, his face a mask of pain.
"Elijah, let's go!" Niklaus shouted, grabbing his brother by the arm.
Before they could even move, a slaver's sword landed into Niklaus' leg, cutting through the leather armour, making him stumble. He managed to keep his footing, grabbing the slaver's face and breaking his skull against a pole, instantly killing him.
Another jumped onto Elijah's back, but Elijah grabbed him by the hair, throwing him into a stack of crates, the wood breaking and splintering under the weight of the slaver's body.
Niklaus cursed under his breath, his body tensing as he saw another attacker rushing towards them, his blade raised. He swung his axe, the blade connecting with the man's chest, blood spraying from the wound. The man stumbled backwards, his eyes wide, his expression one of shock.
They fought back to back, the battle raging around them, the sound of weapons clashing, the shouts of the blackthorne warriors, the smell of blood and death filling the air. It was clear to both of them that they were outnumbered, that they needed to run, that fighting was pointless, but they were surrounded.
"We have to go," Elijah shouted, "now!"
"I'm not leaving without Henrik," Niklaus shouted back, his expression one of defiance, of determination.
"We can't find him if we are dead," Elijah countered, his eyes scanning the crowd, looking for a way out.
They were outnumbered, the odds against them, but Niklaus wasn't about to give up. He was a Mikaelson, he had fought, had killed, had bled for this village, for his family. He would gladly go to Valhalla beside his beloved brother, he had already made his peace with the Gods, had already accepted his fate.
He allowed himself to grieve you once again, the first time allowed him to lay with Tatia, this time it was knowing you would be safe. It made him feel hollow, empty, but it also gave him a sense of purpose, a reason to keep going, to fight.
He grieved the same for Elijah, always doing what he thought his elder brother would do. But with Henrik, he couldn't pretend, couldn't hide behind his duty, it was his baby brother, and if he was lost, he didn't know how he would live with himself.
Elijah turned to look at him, his gaze filled with pain, the anguish and sorrow etched onto his face. Niklaus knew he felt the same way, he would carry the guilt of not saving him forever, and he would make sure to avenge his death, no matter the cost.
"What's done is done," Niklaus said, his voice firm, his grip tightening on his axe, he tried not to let his hands shake, to let his emotions get the better of him. He pushed the images of sweet Henrik, his eyes filled with wonder, his laughter infectious, out of his mind, trying to focus on the present.
"We have to move, Niklaus," Elijah said, his tone sharp.
They turned and ran, losing the pursuing slavers in the main market. They both slowed, pulling their hoods up, keeping their heads down, trying to blend in with the crowd. They weaved their way through the throng of people, dodging and ducking, moving as quickly as possible.
"I saw my sweet y/n with Gerda, thank you for saving them," Niklaus said in a hushed tone.
Elijah nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd, "What of Rebekah and Kol? Where are they?"
"In a village about a ways north from here," he said, keeping his voice low. "They are safe and well, although Kol remains a pain in the ass."
Elijah let out a relieved sigh, a smile forming on his lips. "Good, good,"
Screams and shouts echoing through the market, their pursuers were gaining on them, they could feel it.
"Do you have a plan?" Elijah asked, his voice filled with urgency.
"We split up, lose them, meet back at the forest," Niklaus said, his tone brokering no argument.
Elijah nodded, they were outnumbered, this was their only chance, and they both knew it.
"I'll see you there," Niklaus said, pausing for a moment to look at his brother, taking in his face, committing it to memory.
Then they both embraced, their arms tightening around each other, their shoulders shaking, their emotions overwhelming them. Niklaus hadn't realised how much he needed his big brother, how Elijah made him feel safe, grounded, strong.
They pressed their foreheads together, not needing to say anything, just pausing for just a moment, and then without another word, they went their separate ways.
Niklaus made his way towards the stables, his pace quick, his movements fluid. He found a horse tucked in a quiet corner and he was about to mount it when he heard a scream.
Your scream.
He ran towards the sound, pushing people blindly, not caring if the slavers were following him, not caring about anything but getting to you, saving you.
When he found you, you were standing over Elijah, who looked to be passed out on the ground, your axe raised, your face a mask of fury, your body tense and ready to fight.
You were beautiful, fierce, a true warrior, a Valkyrie come to life.
You swung and landed a fatal blow to a blackthorne's head, his body hitting the ground with a thud.
Niklaus couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe that you had killed a man, that you had fought so hard to save Elijah. You were covered in blood and he didn't know if it was yours or not, his stomach turned, his body moving before he even knew what was happening.
He charged at the remaining attackers, his axe swinging wildly, his fury and rage driving him forward.
When he dispatched the final one, he turned to see you on your knees next to Elijah, your hands holding his, tears streaming down your face.
"Nik, help me," you cried, your voice raw, "we need to get him out of heret,"
Niklaus knelt beside you, his eyes roaming over his brother, checking for injuries. There was a deep gash across his chest, blood seeping from the wound. He pulled a dagger from his belt and cut a piece of cloth from his tunic. He placed it on the wound and pressed down, the pressure causing Elijah to groan.
"He saved me," You said in a quiet voice, "again,"
"You should not have come back," Niklaus growled, his eyes flashing.
"I couldn't leave him," you said, your voice barely a whisper, "I couldn't leave either of you,"
"He is strong," Niklaus said, his voice barely above a whisper, "he will make it,"
You nodded, your gaze turning to the sky, your eyes taking in the setting sun, the colours painting the sky.
"We should get going," you said, getting to your feet, "before more men come,"
Niklaus helped his brother stand, putting his arm around his shoulder, supporting his weight.
"Henrik is with Gerda in the forest," You said, taking Elijah's other side, "let's get the hell out of here,"
"Let's get him on a horse," Niklaus said, his tone urgent, "we can ride double,"
Elijah shook his head, his expression filled with pain, his face pale. "Leave me,"
"No," both you and Niklaus said in unison, your voices hard.
You helped him onto a horse, getting up behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist.
"Go," you cried, "now!"
Niklaus mounted his own steed, his face tense, his jaw clenched. The three of you raced towards the forest, the horses' hooves pounding the ground, the wind rushing past.
As you entered the woods, you could feel the change in the atmosphere, you felt relief, a sense of safety as the canopy of trees became thicker, blocking out the last rays of the setting sun.
Elijah's head drooped, his body leaning against yours. You would not let him die, not here, not after everything you'd been through.
The sky was a brilliant orange, the leaves of the trees tinted red. You gazed into the dark trees of the forest, looking for any sign of Henrik and Gerda.
Your eyes searched for them, and then you saw a glimpse of movement, and heard a snapping of twigs. You caught your breath, hope flaring in your chest. Then you saw him, Henrik, the bravest little warrior. He was holding a stick he had whittled, his eyes wide, his body shaking.
Niklaus immediately dismounted his horse, running to Henrik.
"You're alive!" Henrik exclaimed, his voice filled with relief, immediately dropping the weapon.
"So are you," Niklaus said, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
Niklaus picked him up, squeezing Henrik so tight it hurt, the two of them laughing and crying at the same time. Henrik had his arms wrapped around his neck, his legs dangling in the air.
"I got him," he whispered, his voice shaky. "The one who killed Finn,"
Niklaus looked at you in surprise and you nodded, Henrik beamed with pride, a wide smile on his face.
"Einar Blackthorne was no match for a Mikaelson," you said, your tone soft, gentle.
Niklaus smiled at that, his eyes crinkling.
Gerda, Henrik and Niklaus quickly made camp, setting up a small fire and putting together a makeshift bed for Elijah.
Niklaus watched you tend to Elijah's wounds, the way you carefully cleaned the gashes and cuts, your fingers gently brushing against his skin. He felt a pang of jealousy, a feeling he was unfamiliar with. You had never been particularly close to Elijah, but there was a tenderness in your touch, an intimacy he didn't like.
He noticed the way Elijah's eyes met yours, the way his lips curved into a smile, and it made him angry. But he told himself that you had been through a lot with him, that perhaps it was nothing, just the stress of the situation.
All of you sat around the fire, telling stories of your time apart, catching up on everything you had missed. What Henrik and Gerda had gone through was difficult for all of you to hear, and there was an undercurrent of pain and sorrow that hung over the group.
Niklaus shared the darling tale of how he, Rebekah and Kol escaped the raid. How Kol saved Rebekah and how she did the same for him.
You told them about what you and Elijah had endured, the aftermath of the raid, the storm, the cabin. Leaving out the part about the hot springs, now was not the time to tell Niklaus about what had happened between you and Elijah, it could wait until you were safe in the village.
As the night wore on, Henrik and Gerda curled up close to each other, their hands clasped, their eyes heavy with exhaustion.
You, Niklaus, and Elijah sat in silence, the tension palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. Niklaus was eyeing the two of you suspiciously, his brow furrowed, his gaze intense. He had no right to feel such things, not when he had bedded Tatia. And yet, he did, a deep, gnawing ache in his chest.
"I'm going to get some rest," he said, standing up abruptly, "will you join me?" He asked you, his voice tight, demanding.
You glanced down at Elijah, his eyes closed, his breathing steady.
"I should stay with him," you said softly, "I want to make sure he is okay,"
Niklaus frowned and his fists clenched.
"Very well," he replied, his tone cold, distant, "I'll see you in the morning,"
He walked away from the camp, his body tense, his mind racing. He felt like he was losing you, and it made him feel angry, frustrated, helpless. Perhaps this was his punishment for betraying you, for not being there when you needed him the most.
Niklaus woke as the sun rose, his head pounding and his joints aching. He rubbed his eyes, blinking the sleep from them, his gaze falling upon Elijah. He was drenched in sweat, fighting off a fever, his skin pale, his lips cracked. Niklaus grabbed his flask and held it to Elijah's lips, the water trickling down his chin.
He placed a hand on his forehead, the heat radiating off him, a sheen of sweat covering his body. His pulse was rapid, his breathing shallow, and his eyes were moving rapidly beneath his eyelids. Even though Niklaus hated seeing him in this state, he was improving, his fever lessening with each passing hour.
You had not left Elijah's side in days, cleaning his wounds and administering herbs and salves, anything to help fight the infection. Your hands had been tireless, working until the early hours of the morning, tending to him. Niklaus looked around for you, and when he couldn't find you, his chest tightened, a fear gripping him.
"y/n?" He called out, his voice hoarse, his tone anxious.
"She's in the woods," Henrik said, his voice quiet, he was whittling at a stick, preparing to hunt some small game for breakfast. Gerda was sleeping next to him, her hand resting on his leg.
"Where is she?" He asked, his tone sharp, impatient.
"She just got up suddenly and ran off," Henrik replied, shrugging his shoulders, his expression neutral.
Niklaus stood and walked into the forest, his eyes scanning the area, his ears straining for any sound. He heard terrible retching coming from behind a tree, his feet carrying him towards the noise.
You were hunched over, your body wracked with tremors, the sound of your stomach emptying echoing through the trees. Niklaus knelt beside you, placing a hand on your back, the other holding your hair back.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
You straightened up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your eyes watering.
"I'm fine," you said, your voice shaky, "I just... I couldn't sleep,"
Niklaus stepped closer, his eyes taking in the sight of you, your face pale, your body trembling.
"You don't look well," he said, his tone worried, "did you eat something that didn't agree?"
"No, I..." you trailed off, your mind racing. "It's nothing," you said, a weak smile on your lips.
He placed a hand on your forehead, you weren't overly warm, and he didn't know if that was good or bad.
"We should get you back to the camp," he said, his tone firm.
"I need more herbs," you said, trying to push him away, "for the salve, for Elijah's wounds,"
"We have enough," he said, his voice stern, "and you need to rest,"
"I'm fine," You snapped, pushing his hand away, your expression hard, "I can take care of myself,"
Niklaus was taken aback by your reaction, by the venom in your voice. He reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle, his eyes filled with concern.
"He will be okay, his fever is breaking, and his wounds are healing," Niklaus said, his tone calm, steady. "We will be able to travel soon,"
"I know," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes downcast. "It's just, I'm worried, and tired,"
"We all are, but the gods will not be so cruel as to take my big brother," Niklaus said, his voice soft, reassuring.
You let out a sigh, your shoulders sagging, a tired smile forming on your lips. The two of you headed back to the camp, the smell of food filling the air, Henrik and Gerda cooking some kind of stew.
You sat down next to Elijah, pushing his damp hair away from his face, checking his temperature. He was still too warm,his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, but Niklaus was right, he was improving.
"You'll be fine," you whispered, your voice cracking, your chest tightening, "just hold on a little longer,"
Henrik and Gerda handed you a bowl of stew, you ate very little, your stomach still upset. You needed to eat, you needed your strength, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.
You helped Elijah sit up, leaning him against a tree, feeding him the broth, trying to get him to take as much as he could. He ate slowly, his eyes dull, his face blank.
"We have to keep him hydrated," you said, your voice firm, your eyes meeting Niklaus'. "He's lost a lot of blood,"
Niklaus nodded, his gaze drifting towards Elijah, his expression dark. "I know a healer who can help him, in the village we need to get to,"
"What's her name?" You asked, your voice low, your tone soft, still looking at Elijah.
"Tatia," Niklaus replied, his voice quiet, his tone grim, his jaw clenched.
You nodded, not pressing further, a feeling of dread forming in the pit of your stomach. Everything was going to change when they arrived back in the village, and not for the better.
The journey home had been arduous, the days long and tiresome. You had done your best to avoid Niklaus, choosing to ride alongside Henrik and Gerda. Elijah was healthy enough to ride, but not on his own, so you and Niklaus took turns supporting him.
You tried not to think about your little problem, the thing growing inside of you, but it was difficult. Your thoughts would stray, wondering how things would change once Niklaus knew. What would happen to you?
As the village came into view, relief washed over you, the weight of the last few months lifting. Niklaus had told you this place was safe, a haven for those seeking refuge, and you were grateful.
You followed him into the village, the people going about their business, the hustle and bustle reminding you of home.
An older man greeted you, his name was Ansel, he shook Niklaus hand, his face splitting into a grin.
"Niklaus!" Ansel exclaimed, his voice booming, his tone jovial, "welcome home,"
"Thank you, Ansel," Niklaus replied, his own smile matching the older man's, "this is y/n, my betrothed,"
"Y/n," Ansel replied, his gaze drifting towards you, his eyes lighting up, "what a beauty, congratulations,"
"Thank you," you replied, smiling at the older man, "it's nice to meet you,"
"Let's get you all settled in," Ansel said, gesturing for the group to follow him, "you must be tired after your journey,"
Before you could take another step you were lifted off the ground by a pair of strong arms, a familiar voice shouting with excitement.
"Kol!" You exclaimed, hugging him back, a wave of happiness washing over you.
"We missed you," he replied, placing you back on the ground, his hands still on your shoulders, his gaze searching yours, "we were all so worried,"
Rebekah practically shoved Kol out of the way, her arms wrapping around you, the two of you embracing tightly.
"You're safe," she said, her voice choked, tears falling freely, "I'm so glad,"
"Me too," you replied, holding her close, the two of you not letting go
“I'm so glad you're home," she said softly, pulling away from you to hug her siblings.
"So am I," you replied, watching the siblings reunite, a genuine smile on your lips.
Kol and Niklaus led the way to the healer's hut, the two of you following behind, Elijah resting between them.
Tatia was outside, tending to her plants, she glanced up, her eyes meeting Niklaus', a flicker of emotion passing over her face. She was beautiful, her features delicate, her long, dark hair was loose, flowing down her back.
"Niklaus," she said, her voice soft, melodic, "you're back,"
"Tatia," His voice went soft, his gaze intense, "I've missed you,"
"And I you," she replied, her eyes roaming his body, taking him in, her lips curving into a smile.
You looked between the two of them and could see the chemistry, the heat, the electricity. You thought that you should perhaps feel jealousy, but there was none. The two of them looked good together, the perfect pair, and you felt happy for him.
Tatia turned her attention towards Elijah, her face becoming serious.
"Bring him inside," she said, her tone clinical, her expression neutral.
She helped lay him down, her fingers examining the cuts and gashes, her lips pursed.
"He's lost a lot of blood," she said, her voice quiet, her eyes meeting Niklaus, "but he will recover, with time and rest,"
You let out a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding, the relief flooding through you. You felt lightheaded and your vision started to swim, the ground coming up to meet you. Niklaus caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist, his body steadying yours. He led you to a nearby chair and kneeled before you, his eyes full of concern.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice low, his hands resting on your legs, his touch comforting.
"Yes," you replied, a weak smile forming on your lips, "I'm fine, just tired,"
Tatia handed you a cup of water, you drank deeply, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat.
"Thank you," you said, your voice hoarse, your eyes meeting hers.
"Of course," she replied, her tone warm, she turned to look at Niklaus, giving him a gentle smile, "you've all been through a lot, you need rest,"
"Come 'Nik, they are having a feast tonight, in our honour," Kol said, his tone light, his gaze falling on Rebekah, "they want to celebrate the return of their brave warriors,"
"That's very generous," Niklaus replied, his eyes never leaving Tatia, "but I think I'll stay here,"
"Nonsense!" Rebekah exclaimed, her eyes shining, "Elijah will be fine, and y/n needs to rest,"
"I'd really rather just-" Niklaus began, but you cut him off.
"Niklaus," you said softly, your eyes meeting his, "Go and enjoy the festivities,"
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze moving between you and Tatia, conflict etched across his face.
"Very well," he replied, standing up and kissing your cheek, his eyes softening, "I'll check on you later,"
You watched him and the rest of the Mikaelson family leave the hut, with only you, Tatia and Elijah remaining. Tatia stood over Elijah, her fingers working to clean and bandage his wounds, her gaze focused, her expression serious.
"Thank you," you said, your voice barely a whisper, your gaze meeting hers, "for taking care of him,"
"It's my duty," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact, her eyes never leaving Elijah, "the people in this village rely on me, they trust me to take care of them,"
"I understand," you said, nodding, a small smile forming on your lips, "It's not an easy job,"
"No, it isn't," she said, her gaze moving towards you, a look of understanding passing between the two of you, "but it's a job that someone has to do,"
"But one must not neglect oneself when caring for others," Tatia continued, a smile spreading across her face, "we cannot be our best if we are not our healthiest,"
You watched her heat some water over a fire, adding some herbs, stirring the concoction, the smell of it filling the hut.
"Here, drink this, it will help with the fatigue," she said, handing you a cup of the herbal tea, "are you hurt anywhere?"
"No," you replied, taking a sip, the warm liquid soothing your aching muscles, "I'm fine, just a couple scrapes and bruises,"
Tatia nodded and knelt down and pressed her hand into your stomach, feeling around.
"Does this hurt?" She asked, pressing harder, her eyes meeting yours.
"No," you replied, confused, your brow furrowed, "should it?"
"When was the last time you bled?" She asked, her voice low, her expression neutral.
"About two months ago," you said softly, you already knew what she was going to say, but you didn't want her to ask, that would make it real.
"Have you experienced any mood swings, nausea, fatigue?" She asked, her tone matter-of-fact, her expression serious, "Any tenderness here?"
She pressed into your lower abdomen, her fingers feeling around, the look on her face one of concern. "Is there a possibility that you may be with child? Have you been with a man?"
"Yes," you whispered, so quietly, your throat suddenly dry, you instinctively looked to Elijah and Tatia followed your gaze.
"The father is not Niklaus, is it?" She asked, her tone gentle, her expression sympathetic.
"How do you know?" You asked, surprised, a look of shock on your face.
"It's my job to know," she replied, a small smile forming on her lips, "and to help those in need,"
"Can you... can you get rid of it?" You asked, your tone tentative, uncertain, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.
"Is that what you want?" She asked, her voice soft, her gaze searching yours.
"Yes... No... I don't know," you replied, tears welling up in your eyes, the emotions flooding through you.
Tatia didn't say anything more, just squeezed your hand, the two of you sitting in silence, her presence comforting.
Elijah stirred a bit on the cot, his eyes opened and he sat up slowly, wincing as he did so.
"You're awake," Tatia said, her tone calm, reassuring, "how are you feeling?"
"Like I've been trampled by a herd of wild horses," he replied, his voice raspy, his gaze drifting towards you, "how are you? And the others?"
"They're fine," you replied, the smile on your face faltering a bit, "we're all okay,"
Elijah looked relieved, accepting the tea that Tatia had brewed for him, sipping it slowly.
"I'm grateful," he said, his eyes meeting Tatia's, "thank you,"
"It was my pleasure," she replied, her tone genuine, "but you need to rest, both of you,"
She ushered the two of you to another part of the hut, the beds soft and welcoming. You climbed on to the cot, exhaustion washing over you, the stress of the last few months catching up with you. Elijah settled down on his own cot next to yours, grunting a bit, his wounds still sore.
"How long has it been since the raid?" He asked, his voice quiet, his eyes meeting yours.
"A little more than three months," you replied, your tone grim, the events of the past few months flooding back to you, "It feels like a lifetime,"
"I can't believe it's been that long," Elijah said, his eyes filled with sadness, "so much has changed,"
You didn't respond, not sure what to say, the truth hanging heavy between the two of you.
"Come here," He said, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze soft, inviting.
You did as he asked, climbing into the bed next to him, his arms wrapping around you. The two of you held each other, your bodies pressed together, the warmth of his skin against yours, comforting.
You wanted to tell him that you were carrying his child, the words on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak, the fear gripping your heart. He was still so weak, so vulnerable, and you knew he would immediately tell Niklaus, and you couldn't risk that, not yet. Niklaus never took betrayal well.
"We did it," Elijah said, his breath ghosting across your ear, his lips brushing against the side of your head, "we made it back home,"
You smiled and closed your eyes and let sleep consume you. You were safe, at least for now.
Niklaus weaved his way through the crowded longhouse, the celebration in full swing, his eyes scanning the faces, looking for his younger brother. He found Kol in the middle of the room, a group of young women gathered around him, their laughter filling the air.
"Kol," Niklaus said, wrapping his arm around his brother, admiring the group, "who are these lovely maidens?"
"Nik," Kol replied, a wide smile on his face, his eyes roaming the young women with the same hunger as his brother, "let me introduce you to everyone, this is Elsie, Ingrid, and Helene,"
"Pleased to meet you ladies," Niklaus said, his eyes twinkling, he took a long swig of his ale, his third or fourth mug of the evening, the alcohol buzzing through his system. He didn't realise how badly he needed to let loose until that moment, the stress of the past few months fading away.
"Kol has been telling us stories of the raids," Ingrid said, her tone breathless, her gaze focused on the handsome Mikaelson, "it sounds like you had quite an adventure,"
"My brother is a hero, he saved our sister with great bravery," Niklaus replied, his tone playful, his eyes dancing, "and the bards will sing songs of his valour for generations to come,"
"He's very brave," Helene chimed in, her cheeks flushing, her eyes never leaving Kol's, "I think we should reward him, don't you agree Elsie?"
"Yes," Elsie replied, her eyes bright, a mischievous grin forming on her lips, "he does deserve a prize, for being such a great warrior,"
The three women took Kol by the hand, leading him off to dance, their movements fluid, sensual. Niklaus watched them, a smile playing on his lips, he had missed this, the easy banter, the flirtation, the revelry.
He turned to see the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on approach him, a fresh mug of ale in her hands.
"Tatia," He said breathlessly, his eyes roaming her form, taking her in, "you are a sight for sore eyes,"
"Niklaus," she replied, her lips curving into a smile, her voice melodic, "are you enjoying the festivities?"
"Very much," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, the familiarity between them evident, "but it's not the same without you,"
"Is that so?" she said, her tone light, a flirtatious grin forming on her lips, her gaze meeting his. He could see her expression falter, a storm of conflict and pain lingering behind her eyes.
"I suppose you will be married soon, the village will be so happy, it's been so long since we had a wedding," Tatia said, her tone tinged with sadness, her eyes looking anywhere but his.
"I will," Niklaus replied, his voice low, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb caressing her skin, "I'm sorry, I thought my y/n was gone, I would have not laid with you if I'd known,"
"It's fine, really," she replied, a small smile forming on her lips, "we had a wonderful night together, and I will always treasure it,"
"So will I," Niklaus replied, his gaze intense, his emotions conflicting, "will you dance with me?"
"Of course," she said, taking his hand, letting him lead her to where the others were dancing, her body pressing against his, the two of them moving in sync, lost in the music, swaying to the beat of the drums.
"I have some news, but I'm afraid the gods will be angry with me if I tell you," Tatia whispered, her breath hot against his ear, her eyes searching his.
"The gods are forgiving," Niklaus replied, his voice soft, his eyes searching hers, wondering what she had to say.
"If one betrays to reveal a betrayal, do you think the gods will forgive?" Tatia asked, her tone tentative, conflict etched in her expression.
"You speak in riddles, Tatia," Niklaus said with a laugh, his hands cupping her face, "please,just tell me what worries you so,"
"Your y/n," Tatia said, her tone quiet, her voice shaky,
"She is with child."
healing is so fucking frustrating. it's like you're doing well, you're forgiving, you're letting shit go and you're working on processing through it all, then boom traumatic shit enters your mind and you have to start all the way over processing those feelings
Things heat up between you and Elijah as you prepare to rescue Gerda and Henrik. In the pursuit of your sister things get bloody and an unexpected warrior comes to your aid.
♡♡ I'm sorry that this one is taking so long, there will be a part four! {and possibly five}
6k words - Warnings: Viking AU where the Mikaelsons are completely human (no magic, werewolves, vampires... etc) lots violence in this part. SMUT!, virgin!reader, hot springs, norse runes... sword fights.
{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Four}
It was a four day journey to the coast, a market was there that sold all kinds of things, including people. Elijah believed that was where the Blackthornes were taking Henrik and Gerda.
The snow was still high, but it had thawed enough for you to travel on horseback, the wind whipping at your face. You leaned into Elijah, his body warm and solid against yours, the scent of him filling your senses.
You were glad he was there with you, his strength and determination a comfort, especially after losing your home and family. You had fallen for him, the attraction between you growing with every day. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't deny what you felt, the need for him, the desire.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against your cheek.
"Aye," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart fluttering at his closeness.
"We will find them, sweet Gerda and Henrik," he promised, his arms were around your waist, holding the reins, guiding the horse, "we will not let the Blackthornes keep them,"
You nodded, swallowing hard, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The thought of them being sold into slavery, or worse, made your stomach twist.
You stopped to camp for the night, the sun dipping below the horizon, the stars twinkling in the sky. The wind howled around you, the cold biting at your exposed skin.
Elijah started a fire, the flames casting a warm glow around you, the warmth chasing away the chill. The two of you had grown very comfortable around each other, falling into a routine, each taking on the various tasks of setting up camp, cooking food, and caring for the horse.
You took a walk to go fetch some water from the nearby river, the moonlight illuminating your path. You came across a small hot spring, the steam rising into the air, the heat and humidity inviting.
You were tired and sore from the long day of riding and the idea of relaxing in the hot water was too tempting.
You took off your clothes and slowly stepped into the water, the heat enveloping you, the water soothing your muscles. You let out a long sigh of relief, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth.
You heard the sound of twigs snapping behind you and turned, your eyes flying open.
"Elijah," you gasped, your face flushing, dipping lower into the water to hide your naked body.
"I was worried when you didn't return, I see why," he smiled, his eyes roaming over you, his gaze making your heart race.
"I haven't felt this good in weeks," you sighed, "the heat, it's relaxing,"
Elijah began to pull off his clothes, his gaze locked on yours, his body rippling with muscle.
You felt a wave of desire rush through you, your pulse quickening, a flush spreading across your cheeks. You turned away, giving him privacy, the thought of him naked making your stomach flip.
You heard him enter the water, the sounds of him splashing, his breathing shallow. You risked a glance back, his broad back was to you, the water coming up to his waist.
"Gods," he muttered, "this is wonderful,"
You let out a breathy laugh, "Aye, it is,"
The two of you faced away from each other, the silence heavy with tension, the heat of the water seeping into your skin.
"What will you do? After we rescue Gerda and Henrik," you asked, gently moving your hands through the water, creating small waves.
"I do not know," Elijah replied, his voice low and soft, "perhaps find my own land, start a family,"
"That sounds nice," you murmured, a hint of sadness in your voice. You wouldn't be going with him, your place was with Niklaus. Elijah would be a part of your past, a fond memory. You couldn't imagine not being near him, not being with him, the thought made your chest ache. "I wish you could stay with us," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
"As do I," Elijah said, his voice thick with emotion, "but we both have our duties,"
"Aye," you said, biting your lip, tears welling in your eyes.
You glanced over at him, his back was still to you, you noticed a particularly large scar stretched across his back, the pink skin raised and uneven.
You moved closer to him, the water making soft ripples as you did, your hand reaching out to trace the scar, "what happened here?" You whispered, your fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin.
He twitched under your touch, his muscles flexing, his breathing labored. "My father, he beat me, whipped me," he said, his voice a whisper, the pain evident. "For trying to protect Niklaus,"
"I heard such rumors about your father, that he was cruel," you whispered, your heart breaking for them, and the pain they endured.
"Aye, he was," Elijah sighed, "he was not a good man, but he was still my father, and I loved him,"
You pulled your hand away, his words echoing in your mind, your chest aching for him. He turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours, his expression soft, his eyes searching.
You swallowed hard, the air heavy between you, the tension crackling. He was so close to you, his naked body inches from yours. Your breasts rose and fell with each breath, your nipples hardening at the thought of him touching you, his hands exploring your body.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek. You wanted to pull him closer, to feel his lips against yours, to give in to the desire burning within you.
"Elijah," you whispered, your heart racing, a flush creeping across your skin.
"Aye," he breathed, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
"I..." You swallowed hard, your body aching for him, "I should not have..."
"Do you love him? My brother?" Elijah whispered, his eyes burning into yours.
You hesitated, the truth of it all hitting you. You did not love Niklaus, not in the way you should, not the way a bride should love her groom. Your heart belonged to Elijah, even though it was wrong, even though the gods would not approve.
"I..." You started, your voice trembling, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you, "I do not,"
He kissed you, his lips soft and warm, the passion and heat between you consuming you. You lost yourself in the feeling of his body, the taste of his lips, the touch of his hands. The two of you gave in to the desire, the lust, the need for each other.
He guided you backwards towards the rocks, your back pressing against the smooth stone, the cold sending a shiver through you.
"We should not be doing this," you moaned, the feeling of his teeth gently nipping at your skin sending waves of pleasure through you, "the gods, they will punish us,"
"Then let them punish," he murmured, his voice like a caress, "if it means I can spend one more moment with you, I will gladly accept their wrath,"
He lifted you, the water lapping around your thighs, his hands gripping your ass. The heat from his body contrasting with the cold air, the feeling of his manhood pressed against you made you feel glorious.
"I've never been with a man," you whispered, trying to conceal the nervousness in your voice, your body trembling with need, the excitement and desire almost overwhelming. "Have you been with a woman? Did you...?"
"Once," he whispered, his voice husky, "but it was not love, not what I feel for you,"
Your heart raced, the feel of his strong body, the strength of him, made you feel alive in a way you had never known.
He kissed you, his lips brushing against yours, soft and gentle. You leaned into him, your fingers tangling in his dark hair. His touch was so tender, so loving, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
His eyes met yours, his fingers dipped below the waterline, and pushed slowly between your legs, causing you to gasp and jerk back, the sensation new, overwhelming.
He smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling, the look of desire that filled them making your stomach flutter.
"Do you feel that?" He whispered, his fingers teasing the place between your legs, his touch eliciting a reaction you'd never imagined possible.
"That is a taste of Óðr, the god of divine madness," he smiled and when he began moving the small nub between your legs with a calloused thumb, you moaned aloud.
He lowered his head to yours, his lips capturing yours, his tongue teasing, tasting. You surrendered to him, to the feelings coursing through you, the passion and desire burning inside you. You'd never felt like this before, the sensation of his touch, his kiss, was almost too much, your breath coming in small gasps, you were on the verge of something, something you'd never felt before.
The combination of the heat of the water, the warmth of his breath on your cheek, and the insistence of his fingers were doing something to your body. Your muscles began contracting, pushing towards something new, something blissful.
Then you felt it, ᛞᛁᚡᛁᚾᛖ ᛗᚨᛞᚾᛖᛋᛋ (divine madness) a feeling of rapture, an explosion, a storm. Your body alight with pleasure and a yearning for more of whatever he would give you.
He pressed his lips to yours, like he could taste your pleasure, and you knew you had been given a precious gift. Your hands clutched at his chest, your eyes locked on his, your heart fluttering, no longer caring that the gods might see you and punish you both. You parted your lips and with a soft moan he slid his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like he was drowning and you were air, his grip tight on your body.
You wanted more, the madness taking hold of you, your hand slipping beneath the water to caress his manhood, a thrill washing through you as he twitched and groaned.
You knew enough about what men and women did to know he could place himself between your legs, thrust forward and be inside you. You had heard some of the wives claim it hurt, while others hinted at immense pleasure. But you didn't care. In that moment, your mind was a fog of desire, your body singing for him.
He pressed himself against you, searching your eyes for permission, his gaze heavy with want. You locked eyes with him, giving him a small nod and he eased himself into you. There was no pain, only a dull stretch of pleasure and fullness. His arms wrapped tightly around you, his hips moving slowly, thrusting into you. You dug your fingers into his hair, moaning as he filled you, your bodies coming together in a dance of passion and lust.
"ástin mín (my love)" he whispered, his voice thick with desire, his breath hot on your cheek. You clung to him, lost in the moment, his body moving in sync with yours, the feeling of him buried deep inside you was more than you could have imagined.
The water churned around you, your bodies moving together, your breath coming in shallow gasps. The pleasure was building, a coil of ecstasy twisting tighter inside you. His hands gripped your waist, his gaze locked on yours, the need and desire between you binding you together, the need for release overwhelming.
And then it hit, waves of pleasure crashing through you, his body shuddering as he found his release, the two of you clinging to each other, the world around you fading away.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes shining with emotion, his hand cupping your cheek. "And I do not care what the gods have in store for us,"
"Elijah," you breathed, a warmth filling you, your heart fluttering, "I love you too,"
He pressed his forehead to yours, his hand cupping your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the scent of him, the sound of his voice.
"í þessu lífi og því næsta (in this life and the next)" he whispered, his gaze locking on yours, the look of adoration in his eyes making your heart race.
You smiled up at him, lost in the love you shared, "í þessu lífi og því næsta,"
Fear gripped your heart as you felt the weight of a raider on top of you. His face contorted into a terrifying grimace as he looked down at you. The stench of his foul breath washed over you, making you feel sick. He lifted his arm, intending to bring his axe down on you.
You screamed and woke up in your tent, Elijah watching you with concern. He reached out and took your hand, rubbing circles onto your palm in an attempt to soothe you.
"Come here, sweetheart," he whispered.
You moved closer into his waiting arms, settling in between his legs, resting your back against his chest, letting your head rest against his shoulder.
"You are trembling," he said, nuzzling your hair with his nose and continuing to rub small circles into your palms. "Another bad dream?"
"Aye," you muttered.
"Tell me what you saw."
"The raid, it haunts me," you said, swallowing hard, "the screams, the blood, the bodies,"
He hummed softly, kissing along your shoulder, "It haunts me as well,"
You closed your eyes, letting his gentle kisses wash over you, chasing away the darkness. His warmth and strength were a comfort, making you feel safe in his arms. You let out a sigh, sinking into him, the feel of his skin against yours a reminder that he was there, protecting you, loving you.
"You need to rest, tomorrow will be a long day," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, his hand gently stroking your arm, his words soft and soothing.
You nodded, the memory of your dream still fresh in your mind, the images leaving an ache in your chest.
His hands began to roam, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. You moaned softly as his fingers grazed your skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake.
Since your first time together in the hot spring, the two of you had not been able to get enough of each other. Every night you would succumb to the desire between you. With each touch, each kiss, your feelings for each other grew deeper, the bond between you strengthening.
He would use his mouth, his hands and his body to give you pleasure, to bring you to the edge of bliss, to teach you every sinful thing you could do. He taught you how to please him, and in return you learned that you held power over him. To watch his eyes darken with lust, his face a mask of pleasure as you rode him, it made you feel like a Valkyrie.
"I cannot sleep," you whispered, the memory of your nightmare fading, the ache inside you building, your skin tingling.
He chuckled, laying back, pulling you down with him, holding you close. Bringing the furs over you, cocooning you both.
"After we rescue Henrik and Gerda, I will make love to you in a bed," he whispered, kissing along your neck, "not the ground or in a spring,"
"Or against a tree... or the side of a hill..." you smirked, a hint of playfulness in your voice, "I can keep going," you teased, turning to face him, your hand caressing his cheek, his stubble scratching at your skin.
"Aye, or that," he laughed, his hand cupping your rear, his touch sending a jolt of desire through you.
"What will happen to us?" You whispered, your expression clouding, "what will we do?"
"We will find a home, a land where we can build a life together," he murmured, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip, "where we can be together," he paused, a flicker of doubt crossing his features, "that is if you want to come with me," he whispered, the hesitation and vulnerability evident in his voice. He searched your eyes, his gaze intense, his heart open and exposed.
"I want nothing more," you replied, your voice a whisper, the words tumbling out, your chest aching, "I could not imagine my life without you," you added, leaning into his touch, his skin warm against yours. "But... What of Niklaus?"
"He.... he will adjust," Elijah sighed, "it will not be easy, but he will understand," he said, his eyes searching yours, his expression a mixture of worry and affection. "I hope," he added, his brow furrowing.
He sat up and stretched, the sun just beginning to rise, beams of light filtering in through the opening of the tent. You watched him, the muscles in his back flexing, the curve of his rear, the broadness of his shoulders. You let your eyes wander over his body, committing every detail to memory.
"Since sleep is evading me, I shall go and hunt," he smiled, pulling his tunic over his head, his hair messy and wild, "there are still a few hours before we must leave, and I want to ensure we have plenty of food,"
You smiled up at him, nodding, "I will gather the supplies and get the horses ready," you said, sitting up and reaching for your clothes.
He leaned down and kissed you, the familiarity of his lips against yours sending a wave of heat through you. His hand cupped your cheek, his eyes filled with adoration and desire. He lingered, his thumb stroking your cheek, his eyes filled with longing and need. You pulled away, your heart racing, a flutter of excitement blooming in your stomach.
He turned and walked out of the tent, leaving you alone, your mind swimming with thoughts of him. You fastened your hair into a long braid, your thoughts consumed by the upcoming battle, the plan laid out, the odds stacked against you. A pang of fear gripped your heart, the weight of responsibility and duty on your shoulders, the fate of your sister in the balance. You shook your head, forcing the doubts away, steeling yourself for the task ahead.
Elijah returned with two rabbits, the scent of blood making your stomach twist, the thought of the coming battle, the risk of losing Elijah or Gerda making you nauseous. You usually didn't mind the sight of blood or the scent, but today it made you feel ill. You swallowed the feeling and quickly got to work, cooking the rabbits over a small fire, your mind whirling, your thoughts a storm.
"It will be a long day," Elijah said, handing you a flask of ale, "drink, it will give you strength,"
You thanked him, taking a sip, the taste of honey and berries filling your mouth. You handed the flask back to him, and he took a drink, his expression grim.
"The market will be busy, but we will be able to blend in with the crowd," he said, packing away the rest of the supplies, "there will be plenty of Blackthornes, so be wary,"
You nodded, taking a deep breath, he took your hand in his and squeezed.
"Do not lose hope," he said, his voice steady, "we will rescue Henrik and Gerda,"
You gave him a small smile, the confidence in his words easing some of your worry.
"If we get separated, meet me back here," he said, his expression serious, "and remember, keep a low profile, do not draw attention to yourself,"
You nodded and kissed him softly "I will,"
The smell of fish and salt hung in the air, the morning market in full swing. Merchants and traders lined the streets, their wares on display. Children ran and played, their laughter echoing through the bustling town.
The slave markets were separated from the main market, but the smell of death and blood still permeated the air. The screams and cries of those being sold haunted the town.
Elijah walked alongside you, his expression tense, his hand gripping his sword. You could feel the tension rolling off of him, his worry for Henrik and Gerda obvious.
As the two of you passed the slave pens, a woman caught your eye, she was sitting on the ground, her head in her hands. She reminded you of your mother, her hair the same color, her eyes the same shade.
You wanted to free her, to tell her she was going home, but Elijah grabbed your hand, pulling you along.
"You can't help them all," he said, his voice low, "we must find the young ones,"
You nodded, following him through the crowds, the noise and chaos making your head spin. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach churning, the anxiety and fear coursing through you.
The sight of the gallows was a stark reminder that this was a dangerous mission, that one wrong move could lead to death.
The crowd was thick, the heat and stench of the bodies pressed together unbearable. You could hear the auctioneer shouting, his words muffled, the air thick with anticipation.
Elijah pulled you to the side, the two of you standing at the edge of the crowd. You could see a few men wearing Blackthorne colours scattered about. It gave you hope that Henrik and Gerda might be nearby.
"This is our chance," Elijah said, his voice low, "keep your head down and follow my lead,"
You nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You followed him down to the water, to where they loaded the ships with cargo. The slaves were being kept there until the auction began.
That's when you saw her, your sister, chained and shackled. Her hair was matted and dirty, her clothes tattered and stained. She was thin, her face gaunt, her eyes haunted.
It took everything in you to not run to her and wrap her in your arms. You bit your lip, your fists clenched, the urge to free her nearly overwhelming.
You squeezed Elijah's arm, and he turned, his eyes widening when he saw her.
"Go, I'll distract them," he whispered, before stepping forward.
You watched as he approached the Blackthornes guarding the prisoners. His stance was relaxed, his voice smooth, his demeanor calm and confident.
You could tell the men were suspicious, their eyes narrowing, their hands gripping their weapons. But you couldn't worry about him right now, you had to focus on freeing your sister.
You approached the slave trader, a tall man with broad shoulders, his dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
"How much for the girl?" You asked, nodding towards Gerda.
The man's eyes roamed over your body, his gaze lecherous, making you shudder.
"She's a pretty one," he said, his voice a low rumble, "but she's a feisty one, needs a firm hand,"
You swallowed hard, the thought of her being touched, abused by a monster like him, made you want to scream.
"So will that lower the price?" You asked, forcing a smile.
The man considered, his eyes raking over you again, "Aye, a fair trade,"
He held out his hand, and you took it, his grip tight, his skin rough. With the other hand you grabbed the dagger at your waist, and plunged it into his neck.
He collapsed, unable to make a sound, you looked around to see if anyone noticed, but the men were still distracted by Elijah. You grabbed the keys off the trader's belt and quickly unlocked the shackles around her ankles and wrists.
She blinked up at you, her eyes wide, her expression confused. The pain in her eyes broke your heart, you could only imagine what she had been through.
"Systir?" She said weakly, her voice hoarse.
"Aye, Gerda, it's me," you said, pulling her into a hug.
She clung to you, her arms wrapping around you tightly, her tears dampening your tunic.
You pulled away, helping her to her feet. Her legs were weak, her body trembling.
"You've got to be strong," you whispered, "do you know where Henrik is?"
"He was sold," she choked out, her face crumpling.
"We'll find him," you said, gripping her arm.
Just then you heard the sound of fighting. You turned to see Elijah and the men locked in combat. Blood was pouring from a wound on his arm, but he didn't seem fazed. You felt torn, wanting to help him, but needing to get Gerda out of harm's way. You knew what you had to do and what he would want.
"We need to get out of here," you said, pulling her away.
The sound of battle rang out, the clang of swords, the grunts and shouts of the men. You scooped Gerda up into your arms, and she wrapped her arms around your neck.
"Hold on, Gerda," you whispered.
She buried her face in your neck, her breathing ragged, her body shaking. You ran back to the market, slowing your pace, trying to blend in with the crowds.
You could hear the men shouting, the sounds of their pursuit growing louder. You weaved in and out of the crowds, trying to lose them. Your heart was pounding, your mind racing. Suddenly a hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around.
It was Niklaus.
You felt immense relief wash over you, seeing him there, safe.
"You're alive," he gasped, his voice hoarse, his eyes wild. "Do you know what happened to Elijah? to young Henrik?" He asked, his gaze darting around, looking for danger.
"Henrik is gone," Gerda sobbed, her face red and blotchy, "sold, not long ago," she choked out, her voice barely a whisper.
Niklaus' expression darkened, his jaw clenching, his eyes flashing with anger. "Are you hurt?"
You shook your head, "I'm fine, I'm taking Gerda somewhere safe, Elijah was fighting the men who held them captive,"
Niklaus cursed under his breath, he looked like a true warrior, his head shaved into a mohawk, the Mikaelson colors painted on his face. You could see his muscles rippling underneath his tunic, his chest and arms were covered in tattoos. The scars on his arms and face told the story of a fierce fighter, one who had survived many battles. It had only been a few months since you had seen him, but he had changed so much and so had you.
"Take her and leave," he growled, "go to the forest, hide there,"
"I won't leave without Elijah," you said, your tone firm.
He gave you an odd look, and you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. But now was not the time to dwell on it, now was the time to act.
"Stay safe," he said, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
You pulled Gerda along, keeping to the shadows, trying to stay out of sight. The sound of battle echoed through the market, the cries of the wounded, the clash of steel. You came across the stables, her weight growing heavier with each step. You could feel her heart pounding against your chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
As you approached the stables, you could hear the sound of a man's voice, the familiarity of it making your hair stand on end. Einar.
"We need to hide," you whispered, setting her down.
She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving, her body trembling. You looked around the corner of the barn to see Henrik on the ground, Einar looming over him.
Your blood ran cold, rage burning inside you. You gripped your axe, the familiar weight of it calming you.
"Stay here, Gerda," you said, your voice low.
She shook her head and clinged to your arm, her nails digging into your skin.
"You can't take him," she whimpered, "he's too strong,"
"I have to try," you said, pulling her into a hug, you handed her a small dagger Elijah had given you, "take this, if anyone tries to hurt you, use it,"
She nodded, her eyes filled with fear.
You crept around the corner of the barn, the stench of urine and manure assaulting your nose.
"Not even worth the money I paid for you," Einar snarled, kicking Henrik in the stomach.
The boy groaned in pain, his eyes scrunched shut, his fists clenched.
"Get up, boy," Einar spat, grabbing Henrik by the shirt, dragging him to his feet.
You charged at him from behind, raising your axe and striking him in the back with all your strength.
Einar stumbled forward, dropping Henrik. The boy fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, his eyes wide with shock.
"You bitch," Einar growled, whirling around, his eyes filled with fury.
Cold fear shot through you, the sight of his scarred face, his cruel smile making you freeze. Your axe still in his back, you backed away, reaching for the dagger at your waist.
Suddenly, Henrik leaped onto Einar's back, his arms around his neck, trying to strangle him.
The sight spurred you into action, and you ran forward, stabbing the dagger into his shoulder, his scream of pain echoing through the stables.
Einar thrashed, trying to shake Henrik off, but the little warrior held on, his face grim with determination.
The three of you struggled, the fight raging, your breath coming in short gasps, the sound of steel clashing ringing in your ears.
Your body ached, the blows Einar landed, his punches, kicks and elbows leaving their mark. But you and Henrik managed to bring him to his knees.
He roared, flinging Henrik off his back, and the boy slammed into the wall, his body limp.
Einar's hand went to his waist, and you knew what was coming, he was going to grab his sword and cut you in half.
You scrambled backwards, the adrenaline coursing through you, the fear making you frantic.
You were cornered, no way out, no escape.
He raised his blade, his face twisted in a cruel smile. Gerda screamed and ran forward, putting herself between you and Einar. You cried out, trying to stop her, but she ignored you. Her face was a mask of fury and determination, her body trembling, but she didn't hesitate, didn't flinch. She stared up at him, her fists clenched, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Don't touch my systir!" she shouted, her voice strong and clear.
Einar laughed, "Two children and a woman? This will be fun,"
He raised his sword, the blade glinting in the sunlight. This was it, the moment of death. You closed your eyes, waiting for the pain, wondering if you would be worthy of Valhalla, if one day Elijah would find you there.
But the blow never came.
You opened your eyes, blinking against the harsh light. But then his expression turned to shock, a pitch fork jutting out from his chest. He fell to the ground, the weapon buried deep, a gurgling sound coming from his throat. You knelt beside him, his blood seeping into your clothes. You watched the light fade from his eyes, the life leaving him.
Behind him stood a dazed Henrik, his blade bloodied, his eyes wild with rage. He grabbed Einar's sword and threw it to you, and you caught it.
You stood up, feeling dizzy, your body aching. You could taste the coppery tang of blood in your mouth, your wounds finally catching up to you.
"Henrik!" Gerda cried, throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his neck.
He wrapped his arms around her, his expression a mixture of relief and pain.
"I'm alright, Gerda," he whispered, his voice shaking. "It's over,"
They both looked at you, their eyes shining with gratitude, they both looked like they'd seen hel, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises, their faces gaunt and pale. They had seen and experienced too much, too young. You reached out, and they both embraced you, their arms wrapping around you, their tears wetting your clothes.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I'm so sorry,"
"You came for us," Gerda said, her voice barely audible. "That's all that matters,"
You squeezed them both, feeling the warmth of their bodies, their hearts beating, their breathing, their life.
"Come," you said, forcing yourself to stand, "let's get you both home,"
Your horse was nearby, the stallion waiting patiently, seemingly unbothered by the commotion.
You got them both on the horse, handing Henrik the reins, he wrapped his arms around Gerda, and the two of them clung to each other, their eyes filled with hope.
"Go to the forest, wait for me there," you said, giving the horse a pat, "I need to find Elijah and Niklaus,"
"My brothers are here?" Henrik asked, his eyes widening.
You nodded, "they'll help us get home,"
The stallion took off, Henrik guiding him towards the forest, the two of them fading from sight.
You headed back to the market trying to gather your thoughts, the pain and exhaustion making it hard to think. You had to find Elijah, and Niklaus.
Can I maybe have an angst/fluff where the reader had turned her humanity off and Elijah is trying his best to flip it back on? Thank you!! Love your work 💕
Forgiveness
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After a tragic event you flip your humanity switch and begin to terrorize the Quarter. You have to be put down for the good of the city, but your husband will stop at nothing to save you.
♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) sorry it took so long! ♡♡
5.5k words - Warnings: so so so angsty, violent, reader does some evil shit, a bit of sex but its not sexy, this is definitely the darkest thing I've ever written.. you want angst??? you get angst.
Marcel sat on a stool in a dimly lit bar, staring into his glass of whiskey. He wondered how much more loss he could take, and when it would finally break him.
He was experiencing a kind of helplessness he hadn't experienced since he was a boy, sneaking half rotten apples in his shirt, running home as fast as he could so he wouldn't be caught.
He couldn't outrun his feelings now. They followed him wherever he went, nipping at his heels, mocking him for the things he couldn't fix, the things he couldn't undo.
It wasn't his fault, not really, yet he felt guilty, because a part of him still cared for you. Even after all you had done. All you had become.
He was pulled out from his melancholy by one of his nightwalkers, a vampire called Arthur, a man who had served in the first World War, and came to New Orleans, looking for the easy life.
He sat down next to Marcel and placed a gold chain necklace on the table, it had distinct little jewels, each one a different color. Marcel recognized it instantly and his heart sank at the flecks of blood still clinging to it.
"Jean," he said softly, picking the necklace up and examining it.
Arthur nodded his head. "I found her in an alleyway, anyone could of come across it," he told Marcel.
"How bad?" Marcel asked, already knowing the answer.
"Not pretty. I got rid of the body."
"Thanks," Marcel said, and he meant it. He didn't want a bunch of human detectives finding the body and raising questions. "I told Jean not to go after her," he said, shaking his head, the weight of his regret was almost crushing.
Arthur poured himself a drink, and looked at Marcel with a raised brow.
"What else was she supposed to do? Sit at the bar and mope while her friends are slaughtered," he said, taking a swig.
"You know it's not that simple," Marcel told him.
Arthur sighed, "I know," he said, "but we gotta stop her, she's killing us off, one by one,"
Marcel finished his drink, his knuckles turning white around the glass.
"Yeah," he agreed, his voice breaking, "I know."
He looked down at his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl around, wondering if he could ever drink enough to forget who you used to be, if he would ever get you back. The ironic part was that he needed some solid advice and the person he usually would go to was you.
He threw his glass on the ground and it shattered on the floor, causing the other vampires in the bar to jump.
"Fuck," he yelled, standing up, looking around at his people. "Listen up, she got Jean," he paused as the crowd murmured in shock, "and I'm not gonna stand here and let her kill anyone else," he announced.
"What about Elijah?" A young vampire asked.
"Fuck him," Marcel shouted, "he will let us all die before he hurts his precious wife."
"If you see her, bring her to me, and I will give you the daylight ring of your choice," he promised, and the crowd cheered.
"Now go, and do not approach her alone," he ordered, and the group dispersed.
"We got this Marcel," Arthur told him.
Marcel gave him a nod and watched him leave. His heart broke for what he knew he had to do. He would stop you, no matter what it took.
A soft low moan came tumbling past your lips as you rocked your hips forward, and dug your nails deeper into the neck of the man beneath you. His eyes were closed in a mix of ecstasy and pain, and his hips thrust upwards, chasing the pleasure you were giving him.
"Don't cum," you compelled him, and his body tensed beneath you.
"Please," he begged, his hands reaching for you, grabbing your thighs and squeezing.
You moaned and lifted yourself up, and then slammed down onto him, hard. He cried out in pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"Please," he choked out, and you could see the tears pooling in his eyes.
You were getting tired of him. His stamina was abysmal, and you assumed that since he was covered in tattoos he enjoyed a bit of pain. You had been disappointed when you had learned that wasn't the case.
"Don't be a bitch," you spat, "and shut up."
He nodded, and you could tell he was struggling. You sighed, and grabbed him roughly by the hair, pulling his head to the side and exposing his neck.
He groaned, and you bit into his neck, making sure your teeth sliced deep. Blood poured from his neck, you could taste a hint of the endorphins rushing through him and smiled. You sucked on his wound, and began moving again.
His breathing hitched, and his whole body was shaking, you knew it wouldn't take long for him to reach his orgasm.
"You can cum now," you told him, and he moaned, and his fingers dug into your hips.
You continued rocking into him, and a few seconds later he let out a strangled cry, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you.
You smiled through bloodied teeth then sunk your fangs back into his neck, tasting the flood of endorphins. You continued to drink, feeling him struggle underneath you.
"Too much," he wheezed, trying to push you away, but he was far too weak.
You kept going until his breathing slowed, and his body stopped moving. You pulled back and let his body slump onto the bed, looking down disappointedly.
"I don't even get an orgasm out of it," you complained, rolling your eyes.
You lifted yourself off him, stretching and cracking your neck.
You glanced over at the woman laying in the chair in the corner of the room, and frowned. You had forgotten about her. She was alive, her chest rising and falling, her heartbeat thumping loudly.
You had compelled her to be silent and still, she was doing an excellent job. You stood up and walked towards her. She stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. You were naked, and covered in blood, it dripped down your face, and neck, and coated your breasts and legs.
"Oh, honey," you cooed, brushing her hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry, was that your boyfriend?"
The woman whimpered, tears spilling out of her eyes, and you shushed her, gently running your thumb over her bottom lip.
"You shouldn't stay with a cheater," you told her, and she looked at you in confusion, "and you should choose better men," you advised, then snapped her neck.
You went to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, and stepped under the hot stream, letting the water wash away the blood and cum.
Your mind was calm, the only thought swirling around in your head was your desire to drink and fuck, and the two together was an amazing combination.
You washed yourself quickly, then found a dress and slid it over your wet body. It clung to your skin, but you didn't mind.
You put on some jewelry you found and checked yourself out in the mirror. You were beautiful, and the darkness behind your eyes made you look deadly.
You smiled, satisfied with your appearance, and left the hotel, deciding to find your next victim.
New Orleans was a big city, but it was full of sin, and you loved walking the streets, feeling its pulse, and knowing that somewhere there was a soul aching for you to feed on.
You could have compelled yourself a meal, but where was the fun in that? There was something so satisfying about hunting and the chase was exhilarating.
You walked down a back street, thinking about having a redhead for dinner when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your stomach clenched.
You were being followed.
You sped up and the person followed suit, and you smiled. Finally, something to cure your boredom. You took a sharp left, and the footsteps following you became hurried.
"Fuck," a male voice shouted, and you laughed, and took another left, and then a right, and a left again. Leading them exactly where you wanted.
You were back near the hotel, and you slipped into the alleyway and waited. You were going to enjoy this.
You didn't have to wait long, a few seconds later a vampire rounded the corner and stopped when he saw you.
"Arthurrr, it's been a while," you said, licking your lips. "I thought you and your merry band of idiots would have learned their lesson by now," you told him.
"Well, you know me, I'm a slow learner," he replied, standing at the head of the alley, his arms crossed.
"Jean was such a nice girl, you guys were together, right?" You asked, knowing full well they were.
"We were," Arthur said, his jaw clenching, and you could see the hurt in his eyes.
"She was so sweet, always so eager to please," you continued, taking a step towards him, "and so willing to do anything for those she loved," you said, pausing, "it's a shame that you're all so willing to die for one another," you finished, taking another step forward.
"Has Elijah seen you like this?" Arthur asked, taking a step back, his hand sliding into his pocket.
"What, covered in blood and looking sexy as hell," you replied, grinning at him.
"No, like a monster."
Arthur watched you freeze, a flicker of emotion crossing your face. It was gone as fast as it came and your expression went cold again and you smirked at him.
It hurt him to see you like this, you had been his friend for decades. But this wasn't about him and you, it was even about his beloved Jean. He didn't care if Elijah would tear him apart for it. He would not let you hurt another person he loved. He had to put you down, like a rabid dog.
"Isn't that what we are Artie? Monsters."
"Not all of us," he said, his voice cracking.
"Come on, don't be shy," you said, stepping closer, "I'll let you get a hit in."
Arthur reached into his pocket and felt the needle he prepared. You were much older and stronger than he was, but all he had to do was get close enough to you and shove the needle into your skin and maybe he could end this nightmare
Marcel knelt down over Arthur's body, or at least what was left of it. He didn't have anymore tears left in him to shed.
"I'm sorry, my friend, go be with Jean," he whispered, closing Arthur's eyes.
"And Mark, Jessa, Sean, Patrick..." Said a voice from behind him.
Marcel closed his eyes and sighed, turning around and looking up at Elijah.
"How can you be so fucking callous?" Marcel snarled.
Elijah didn't know how to respond. He was numb, and the pain had become too much. He was barely holding himself together, the only thing keeping him going was his promise.
He was going to save you, no matter the cost.
"Are you just going to stand there and act like you don't care?" Marcel spat, standing up, anger and resentment coursing through him.
"Don't make this any worse than it already is," Elijah said.
"You are killing us!" Marcel shouted, taking a step towards him.
Elijah shook his head and clenched his fists, and Marcel saw the pain in his eyes. He stopped himself and took a breath.
"Elijah, she is out of control, you need to do something," he said, his voice softer.
"I know," Elijah agreed. "But... she's... I can't, not yet," he stuttered, his voice breaking, "just a few more days," he pleaded, looking at Marcel desperately.
"A few more days," Marcel scoffed, "Elijah, if you don't stop her, I will have to kill her."
Elijah flashed forward and shoved Marcel into the wall.
"You won't lay a finger on her," Elijah growled, his face inches from Marcel's.
"I don't want to," Marcel told him, and Elijah could see the truth in his eyes. "But I can't let her keep doing this, you can't expect us to sit around and let her murder everyone we love."
"Marcel..." Elijah warned, his grip tightening.
"Elijah, this has to stop," Marcel said, shoving Elijah back, "I have to stop her, before she kills the whole fucking Quarter," he exclaimed, his eyes glistening.
"I know you Mikaelsons only care about yourselves, so let me put this in a way you will understand." Marcel took a breath, and tried to remain calm. "We can't hide what she's doing anymore. The humans are scared, and are starting to ask questions. If this continues, they will figure out that we exist, and the whole world will come down on New Orleans, and none of us will make it out alive."
Elijah's shoulders slumped and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"What would you have me do, Marcel?" Elijah asked, his voice soft and defeated.
"Turn her humanity back on."
You felt like shit, cold yet hot, your throat was on fire and every limb ached. You sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and blinked several times. Your vision was blurry, and it took a moment for the room to come into focus.
You thought it was just vervain in that needle, nothing a couple of drinks couldn't fix, but when you started to see things that weren't there, you realized that Arthur must have dosed you up with wolfsbane.
You managed to crawl into some hole of an apartment to hide from the hallucinations, hoping when you woke up you would be feeling better.
But it didn't, you were dying. You could feel it.
"No," you moaned, falling back against the wall, the reality of your situation sinking in.
"You didn't think I would just let you die," a soft, familiar voice spoke.
"You're not real," you told him, refusing to look at him.
"That doesn't mean I'm not here."
You looked up and Elijah was standing in front of you. You sighed and closed your eyes, but he was still there, in your mind.
"What kind of monster are you?" He asked and you laughed.
"Child killer," you answered, looking at him, his expression was blank. "Murderer, adulterer, thief, blasphemer..." You listed, but he remained expressionless.
"Whore," he added and you laughed again.
"I'm a terrible wife," you said, smiling.
"You are a monster," he repeated.
"So are you," you snapped.
"I never claimed to be otherwise," he said.
"If you are real you should kill me," you suggested.
"I'm not real," he reminded you.
"I know, the real you would never call me a whore," you replied, and he chuckled.
"I'm dying Elijah," you stated, your eyes welling up with tears, "this is it, I can feel it."
"What are you going to do about it?"
You took a deep breath and stood up, leaning against the wall for support.
"I'm going to go get the cure," you decided, stumbling out into the night.
The compound wasn't far from the apartment, and the cold air helped you wake up, and your head was clearer, and you could focus on your destination.
"Why not let yourself die?" Elijah asked, walking alongside you.
"Living is much more fun, so many possibilities," you said, "food, sex, money..."
"Family, friends..." He added.
"Waste of time," you dismissed, waving him away, watching him dissolve.
You pushed through the iron gates, trying your best to compose yourself. You entered the courtyard and saw a few nightwalkers scattered around, they didn't notice you and continued drinking and chatting.
"Where is Klaus?" You asked loudly.
Everyone turned and looked at you, and the room fell silent. All you could see was their fear and it amused you.
"I will not ask again," you said, smiling sweetly.
"In his studio," someone answered, and you gave them a nod, and walked past then, heading upstairs.
You barged right in and found him standing in front of an easel, painting. He only painted when he was troubled, and his canvas was filled with darkness and death.
"Lovely," you commented, walking towards him.
Klaus didn't turn to look at you, he simply continued to paint. "Elijah isn't home, but I expect you know that already," he said.
"How perceptive," you remarked.
"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" He asked.
"I need your blood," you told him.
"Rather bold of you to ask, considering the circumstances," he said, finally turning to look at you.
You didn't know what to say. You had no words, and for once you were lost for a witty remark. You just stared at him, and he studied you.
"I've been hearing about your extracurriculars," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Is that so," you replied, and the corners of your mouth curled up.
"Killing a child, now that's unexpected," he remarked.
You ignored him, unable to respond, because it wasn't something you wanted to think about. You could see your hallucination of Elijah staring at you from the corner of the room. A small child appeared next to him, blood pouring out of her neck.
"Why didn't you save me?" She asked, her eyes filled with pain and betrayal.
"Shut up," you whispered, shaking your head.
"She died in pain, and you did nothing," the vision of Elijah said, and you closed your eyes, trying to will it all away. It was becoming irritating.
"I'm sure the mother will be most upset," Klaus said.
"Spare me the guilt trip, you've done far worse," you spat, opening your eyes, relieved the visions had disappeared.
Klaus observed your disheveled state and noticed how much you were sweating, and the dark circles under your eyes. You were clearly unwell, and it explained why you risked coming back to the compound. You really did need his blood.
"I have, love. But that's just who I am, it's not who you are," he replied, turning back to his canvas.
"Well, I've always wanted to try the whole serial killer thing," you said, trying to sound light-hearted, but the joke fell flat, and neither of you laughed.
"So you killed the child because you wanted to? Because you enjoy doing such things? I'm not even that diabolical." He chuckled, adding a bit of white to the canvas.
"Yes, Klaus, I wanted to kill her, I wanted her to suffer, and I wanted to see the look on her mother's face as I did it."
Klaus set his brush down, and turned back to you. "That's a lie, it was an accident, Marcel told me," he said, watching your eyes widen, and your face fall.
"It was an accident," the little girl's ghost said, appearing in front of you.
You stumbled back, bumping into the sofa, and the girl was right in front of you.
"Why didn't you save me?" She repeated, tears filling her eyes.
"FUCK!" You yelled, your hands gripping the sides of your head.
"Wolfsbane is one hell of a trip," Klaus said casually, watching you stumble back from something he couldn't see.
"If you won't give me your blood, just kill me, I rather not die in agony," you told him.
"Do you think you deserve it?" He asked.
"Deserve what? Death, mercy, life? Who knows, who cares," you answered.
"I think Elijah does," Klaus said, and you froze.
"I'm not talking about this with you," you said, turning to leave.
"Despite what you may think, I do consider you family, even in the state you are in," he said, and he saw the look of surprise on your face.
"Ahh, there it is," he said softly, "a flicker of feeling just under the surface, fight your way back y/n," he encouraged.
Frustration was the only thing you were feeling and you lashed out, pushing over his easel, knocking his paints off the table.
He raised his eyebrows at your outburst and laughed, it was a rough, genuine laugh, and he grinned at you.
"Very well, Elijah wouldn't be pleased if I let you die and I kind of like you like this," he admitted, "though, you are rather irritable."
You stopped yourself from talking back, just needing to get your hands on his blood. You didn't want to waste any more time with him.
"Now, what am I going to ask in return," Klaus said, stroking his chin, "something I've been wanting for a very long time."
"If you want to fuck you don't have to bribe me," you told him.
"As tempting as that is, no," he said, grinning. "I want a favor, in the future," he offered.
"You're going to have to be more specific."
"That's the beauty of a favor, it can be anything," he said.
"Fine," you snapped, "blood now please,"
Klaus smirked and opened a drawer in the table, taking out a vial and handing it to you. You snatched it from his hand and uncapped the lid, gulping the blood down.
"What hallucinations were you having?" He asked, and you froze, and he laughed.
"Private ones," you replied, placing the empty vial on the table.
"You're no fun," he pouted. "You have my blood now, get out," he said, returning to his canvas.
You didn't argue, leaving him to his painting, and returned to the main courtyard. You stood there, trying to figure out your next move. You knew what was waiting for you if you turned your humanity back on. Guilt and self-loathing, and the pain of knowing what you've done, and not being able to take it back.
You needed to leave the city before they forced you to turn it back on. There was nothing here for you anyway, not anymore.
"That's her," you heard someone say, and looked around.
"Are you sure?" Another asked.
"I'm sure," the first one confirmed.
They were staring right at you, but the fear in their eyes from earlier was gone, replaced with anger and resentment. You smiled and flashed forward, snapping the neck of the vampire who had identified you.
The rest charged, and you were surrounded by vampires, but it wasn't a challenge. You were far older and stronger than them. The courtyard turned into a slaughterhouse and the floor was covered in blood.
You were standing over a body, tearing the heart out when Marcel called your name. You dropped the heart and slowly turned, your lips curling up into a smirk.
Marcel grabbed your arm, trying to break your hold, but it was no use, you were stronger than him. You smiled, digging your fingers deeper, and he gasped.
"Marcellus," you greeted, smirking. Before he could react you slammed him against the wall. "I was hoping I would run into you," you said, pressing your hand into his chest. "We have some unfinished business,"
"I taught you better than that sweet Marcel," you taunted, twisting your wrist.
Marcel looked into your eyes, full of emotion, and you couldn't tell if it was sadness or pity.
"Stop this," he said, his grip tightening, and he tried to push you back. "I don't want to kill you," he said, his voice softer.
"And why not?" You asked, digging your fingers deeper, his face twisted in pain.
"Because..." he choked out, his heart slowing down, and his vision blurred, "I know you are still in there, my friend, and I'm not going to lose you,"
"I was so boring, so full of weakness," you told him, "this is who I was meant to be."
"No, you're not," he gasped, struggling to breathe, his legs buckling under the pressure. "You were the woman who helped raise me, would bake me apple pies whenever I had a bad day, would let me sleep in the same bed as her and Elijah when I had a nightmare, the woman who taught me love and compassion," he told you, and his grip tightened on your arm.
"And now she is hurting because she made a mistake, and that is something that I can forgive, because I know her heart is good."
You laughed coldly, his attempts to manipulate you not working, and you tightened your grip. You didn't want to hear anymore from him, his words were getting under your skin in a way that caused fear to trickle in.
"Goodbye, Marcel," you said, squeezing his heart, and it was too late for him to stop you, his strength was leaving him.
"Darling, put Marcellus down," said the last voice you wanted to hear. The one that could make all your pain return.
You felt him behind you, his hand on your waist. Your breath caught in your throat and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.
"Let him go," Elijah said softly, his hand moving to your arm, keeping you from tearing Marcels heart out.
"Fuck off Elijah," you growled, struggling to get free, but his grip was like a vice.
"We can do this the hard way if you insist, I have no issue breaking your neck," he warned.
"You would never do that to your precious wife," you taunted, tugging in Elijah's grasp causing Marcel to cough up more blood.
Elijah let out a long sigh, then he moved faster than you could comprehend and everything went black.
You woke in a small windowless room, only a few candles illuminating the space. You were in a chair, your wrists bound by chains.
"You're awake," a voice came from the shadows, and Elijah stepped into the light.
"This is kinky, even for you Elijah," you teased.
He did not look amused, sadness and regret filled his eyes, and he had never looked so broken. He knelt in front of you, and rested his hand on yours.
"Turn it back on," he demanded, looking into your eyes.
"I can't," you lied.
"Yes, you can," he said, his grip tightening.
"No, I can't," you argued, "turning it off was the best decision I have ever made."
"What happened was an accident, it wasn't your fault," Elijah said, and you could see the pain in his eyes, "and turning off your emotions does not fix things, it only makes it worse."
You let him talk, he was so good at it, his deep sexy voice creating a perfect melody of bullshit. But you let him think he was getting through to you as you subtly slipped out of your restraints. Your loving husband was so trusting.
"We can work through this, I can help you," he continued, "I love you," he said, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.
"I know," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, and without a word you freed yourself from the chains and sped to the door.
Elijah was quicker, blocking your path. You let out a huff and tried to push past him, but he shoved you back and grabbed your shoulders.
You felt anger again, the only thing you could feel and you unleashed it on him. Clawing, scratching, striking him wherever you could. He took everything you threw at him, and eventually, he trapped you against the wall.
You let you a high pitched scream, it was feral and animalistic, and you thrashed in his grip, but his body pressed against yours, his hands on either side of your head, keeping you still.
"Stop," he said softly, it was barley a whisper.
Your body was pressed firmly against his, and you could feel his heart racing.
"Please," he begged, his eyes filling with tears.
He didn't look angry or annoyed, he looked sad, and it wasn't until then that you noticed his blood, covering your hands and clothes, and you realized how much you had hurt him.
"Just stop, please," he said, his voice cracking, and you knew the pain was too much.
You looked up at him and felt your anger give way into sadness. It was just a trickle, a soft misting of emotion, but it was there. You knew what was coming next.
You felt the weight of everything that had happened, all the hurt, and the pain, and the death, and it consumed you. The dam broke and you wanted, no, needed; to turn it off again.
Elijah could see the torment in your eyes, the light flickering behind them, fighting to return.
"Do you know why I fell in love with you? Why I married you?" He said softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
"You pity me, that's all," you said.
"Because," he began, taking your hand in his, "you have a heart," he said, placing your palm on his chest, "that's bigger than anything else, your kindness is endless. Even as a vampire you have always helped more than you've harmed, and that is a gift that not many have."
"Elijah," you whimpered, feeling the weight of his words and the force of your emotions bearing down on you.
"And I can't watch you destroy yourself any longer, because if you die, a part of me will die with you," he finished, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. "You have to feel all the pain, it's worth it, because you also can experience the love," he said, gently cupping your face, "the love I have for you."
You couldn't help yourself, the flood gates had opened, and there was no closing them. You let out a small gasp, and the tears streamed down your cheeks, and he kissed them away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sobbed, clinging to him.
"It's alright," he hushed, pulling away and brushing the tears from your cheeks.
You didn't respond, you couldn't. You felt a wave of nausea wash over you, and your knees buckled. Elijah caught you, and pulled you close, holding you tight.
"I got you, it's okay," he assured, lifting you off your feet.
He sat down in the chair and held you on his lap. You couldn't stop crying, your face buried in the crook of his neck, and he cradled you.
"I'm a monster," you said quietly, and he held you closer.
"Not to me, never to me," he said, his fingers combing through your hair, and he felt you tremble.
"I killed her," you whimpered, your body tensing and your eyes clenched shut. "An innocent,"
"Shhh," he hushed, and you clung to him.
"How could I," you said, pulling away from him.
"It wasn't your fault. It was an accident, you tried to save her," he reminded, stroking your cheek.
"What's the point of having the power to heal when I can't even save a child," you cried, the guilt and shame tearing you apart.
"She fell, no one could have stopped it, not even Niklaus," he said, his hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling your head forward.
His lips brushed over your forehead, and he planted a small kiss. "Let's go home," he whispered, and your eyes widened.
"I can't, everyone will hate me, I deserve to die," you protested, pushing him away.
"You've been my wife for five hundred years, but only now have you become a true Mikaelson," he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you to the door.
It would take time, penance, and a lot of groveling to repair the damage you had done, and there was a chance some of them may never forgive you, but you had a chance now, to make amends, and that was all you could hope for.
It had been a week since you turned your humanity back on, and it was still painful, and overwhelming.
Klaus came to you one day, while Elijah was out. He had his hands in his pockets and he leaned against the doorframe. He could see how much you were struggling, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm here to call in that favor," he announced, and your eyes narrowed.
"What do you want?" You asked, not bothering to look at him. "I'm really not in the mood, so say it fast and get out."
"You need to promise me that you will fulfill it, no matter how difficult," he warned, and you groaned, rolling your eyes.
"Just spit it out Klaus," you said, glaring at him.
a super smutty elijah fic of him and the reader experimenting in the bedroom please!
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18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
After days apart, you've crafted the perfect surprise for Elijah to welcome him home.
♡♡ Thanks for the request anon, this was so much fun to write. ♡♡
2.7k words - Warnings: pure smut, no plot, masturbation, little bit of voyeurism, sub!Elijah {as sub as he can be ~lol}, slight bondage, blowjobs, riding...
You weren't exactly sure how he was going to react, but you were pretty confident that he would like it. It was the first time you'd done anything like this for him, and the truth was you'd been looking forward to it all day. After setting the mood in your bedroom, you put on the new lingerie you just bought. Elijah was going to love it; you could just feel it. You stood in front of the mirror, looking utterly sinful in the white lace. The matching bra made your breasts look great, and the garter belt and stockings did wonders for your ass.
The anticipation was killing you. You had the lights dimmed and candles lit, sitting against the headboard of your bed and waiting. It had been so long since you saw him, and you promised not to touch yourself when he was gone. But now that he was due back any minute, the need had grown stronger. You tried to think of other things, but the thought of his fingers, lips, and tongue working their magic on your body was too much. Your hand started to creep down your body, your thighs opening up.
Your mind wandered to the last time you saw Elijah, how good he felt inside you, the way he held you against the wall and fucked you so hard. The memory of his face as he came was enough to make your breath hitch. Your fingers dipped into your panties, gently grazing across your clit.
"I see I've been missed," a familiar voice said from the doorway. Your eyes opened to see Elijah, still dressed in his suit, a smug grin on his face. You blushed and looked away. He didn't seem upset; in fact, he looked rather pleased with himself.
"Don't stop on my account," he said, moving towards you. He climbed on the bed, and you moved to get off it, but his hand on your knee stopped you. "Let me see," he said, his voice low. You could feel the heat rising on your cheeks, and your stomach flipped. But, you obliged. You laid back, legs spread, and pulled your panties aside. Your fingers moved slowly, and you sighed at the contact.
He leaned back against the pillows, watching intently. "What were you thinking about?" He asked, his eyes focused on your face. You bit your lip, a soft moan escaping your mouth. You weren't sure you wanted to admit the thoughts running through your head, but there was something about his gaze that had you spilling your secrets.
"I was thinking about the last time I saw you. The way you fucked me. And how much I missed you," you admitted, your voice growing breathy. His smile grew, and he reached out to caress your cheek.
His hand drifted down to the top of your breasts, his fingers dancing along the edge of the lace. "This is a lovely surprise." His finger flicked over your nipple, the hard bud straining against the lace. Your fingers sped up, working yourself closer and closer.
"Keep going, sweetheart. Don't stop," he encouraged. His hands moved down your body, tracing over the lace. You closed your eyes, imagining that it was his hand instead of yours.
You could hear the sound of him undoing his belt and opening his pants. You opened your eyes, watching him reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and thick, and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips.
His eyes were glued to the sight of your fingers moving, your body arching into your touch. Your free hand drifted up to cup your breast, teasing yourself through the lace. He started stroking himself, matching your pace.
You were so close. You could feel it building, the tension in your core winding tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he pulled your hand away, and you found yourself underneath him. He had your wrists pinned above your head, and his hips were between your legs. Usually, you would give in to his dominance, let him have his way with you. But today, you wanted to be in charge.
"Dressed up like a little angel for me," he said, kissing you. His hips rolled, his cock pressing against your panties. "But we both know you're not as innocent as you seem." You could feel your cheeks burning at his words, and you couldn't deny that it turned you on even more. A soft gasp escaped your lips as he kissed his way down your neck.
"Wait," you said, and he paused, looking at you with curious eyes. "I want to do something for you," you said, a sly grin crossing your face. You could tell he was intrigued.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked, sitting up and giving you room to move. You moved to your hands and knees and crawled toward him. Pushing him back, so he sat against the headboard.
"Can I show you?" You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He tilted his head curiously, his eyes narrowing in amusement, wondering what you had in mind. Seeing you like this, all wrapped up in white lace, your body on display for him, he'd never seen anything so deliciously sinful.
He nodded, curious to see what you had planned. You kissed him softly before sliding down his body, your hands roaming across his chest and stomach. His breathing quickened as your lips trailed across his jaw and down his neck.
"I have this fantasy," you whispered against his lips.
"Is that so?" he asked, his hand coming up to grab your ass, squeezing the flesh.
You nodded, your lips kissing his jaw. "You always have to like to be in control; I think it's my turn."
His smile grew, his dimples showing. "I think I can agree to those terms.”
You giggled and slid his tie from his collar and twisted it around your fingers.
"What are you planning to do with that?" he asked, his eyebrows lifting, a playful smirk on his lips.
"I thought I'd put it to better use," you answered, reaching for his wrists. You gently wrapped the silk around his wrists, securing them together.
His eyes were dark, his breathing growing heavier as he watched you bind him. You took your time, making sure the silk was snug but not too tight. Once you were satisfied, you attached him to the headboard, looping the tie through one of the rails and tying a knot.
He was at your mercy, and you had to admit, you liked it. You'd never been one to take control like this before, but seeing him tied up and waiting for you made your heart race.
Elijah let out a low chuckle, "I hate to disappoint, but my tie won't hold me, angel,"
You rolled your eyes, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open. "Look at me, I'm an original," you said, mocking his accent, "no tie can hold me,"
Elijah laughed, the sound warming your heart. You loved when you made him laugh. He didn't do it often, and when he did, it made your heart flutter.
You leaned forward, kissing his neck. Your teeth grazed his skin, and you moved lower, biting and licking as you went. You worked your way down his chest, taking your time to savor him. You could feel his eyes on you, the weight of his stare sending a thrill through you.
"So, does this mean I'm a prisoner? Am I at your mercy?" he asked, watching you undo his belt.
You hummed in agreement, unzipping his pants. "It would seem that way," you teased, sliding your hand into his underwear and wrapping your fingers around his cock.
"Oh no, whatever shall I do," he said, feigning fear.
You chuckled, pulling his pants and boxers down. He lifted his hips, helping you remove them. Then, positioning yourself between his legs, you wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few strokes.
"Such a good little angel," he murmured, his eyes closing.
You leaned down, licking up the length of him. His hips jerked in response, and a low groan escaped him. Swirling your tongue around the head, you then took him into your mouth.
"Look at me," he commanded. You looked up at him, his eyes dark and filled with lust. He was watching you with rapt attention, his jaw clenched.
You kept the slow pace, using your hand and mouth to pleasure him. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You could tell he was close, and you could taste him on your tongue. You felt his body tense, and you quickly pulled away.
He groaned in frustration, his eyes shooting open. "Tease," he growled.
You smirked, climbing back onto his lap and straddling him. You brought your lips to his, kissing him slow and sensually. His cock was twitching against you, desperate for release, but you were determined to make him wait.
"I missed you," you cooed, your hips rocking against him. The lace panties were soaked, your pussy aching. He didn't respond, his eyes fixed on you. You kissed his neck, your teeth nipping his skin. He hissed, his cock jumping.
"Please, angel," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
"Patience," you whispered, trailing kisses along his jaw. You reached behind your back, unclasping the bra.
You slowly removed the straps from your shoulders, letting the fabric fall. His eyes were glued to your chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. You tossed the bra to the side, arching your back and giving him a better view. He moaned, his hands clenching. He was aching to touch you, to run his hands over your body. You smiled, loving how turned on he was.
"Does it turn you on, being my prisoner?" You teased, cupping your breasts.
"No," he lied. You could see the desire in his eyes, his cock twitching.
"I don't believe you," you whispered, rolling your hips.
His body tensed, a low moan escaping his lips.
You smiled, enjoying the effect you were having on him. You continued to rock your hips, grinding against him. You remembered all the times the roles were reversed when he had you bound and teased. And now, it was your turn to torture him.
"You know what I think?" you said, running your hands down his chest. "I think you like being at my mercy."
He let out a strained chuckle, his breathing labored. "I'll never give in," he teased.
You laughed and sat up a little, leaning in so your breasts were inches from his face. You knew how badly he wanted to touch them, and it was almost too much for him. His eyes were fixed on your chest, his body tense.
There was something so sweet and vulnerable about the situation. Both of you knew he could rip through the tie with ease. But, he wanted to experience it. To give himself over to you. You smiled softly, your fingertips dancing over the muscles in his arms.
His eyes found yours, heavy with need, and you leaned forward, pressing your breasts into his face. He immediately latched on, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your clit pulsing. His mouth was doing wonders, and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back. His mouth parted, his eyes meeting yours.
"You're driving me mad, angel," he panted, his cock straining against you.
You leaned in, your lips brushing his. "Good."
He chuckled, his lips capturing yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't help but moan, his kiss making you melt. You pulled away, your lips hovering over his. You maintained eye contact as you reached down, pushing your panties aside and taking him in your hand. You rubbed the head of his cock along your wetness before slowly sinking down onto him. It felt so good. You hadn't had sex in several days, and your body was missing him.
You fully seated yourself, your pussy pressed tight to him. You slowly rocked your hips, grinding your clit against him. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him filling you.
"Does that feel good, baby?" he whispered, leaning forward and kissing your neck.
You sped up your movements, grinding against him harder. You were chasing your high, desperate to come. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your moans growing louder.
"You look so sexy, taking what you want from me," Elijah groaned, his hips meeting yours. You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut. He was watching you intently, his gaze focused on your flushed face.
Your thighs were trembling, the muscles burning with exhaustion. But you were determined to keep going; you were so close. You increased the pace, so wet that you could hear the filthy sounds of your arousal each time you sank down on his cock.
Elijah couldn't get enough of the way you looked, with your flushed cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. Your eyes locked with his, and his chest tightened. The look of complete ecstasy on your face made his heart skip, and he wanted to etch the memory in his mind forever.
"So beautiful," he moaned, his eyes drifting down to your breasts. You bounced on his cock, fucking yourself faster.
Your pussy tightened around him, your hips losing rhythm. He knew you were about to come. He lifted his hips to meet yours, increasing the friction and sending you spiraling over the edge. Your head fell back, your body shuddering as your orgasm took over.
You rode out the waves of pleasure, your hips grinding against his. Your body trembled with the aftershocks, your breathing heavy. He moaned softly, his cock pulsing inside you. You stopped moving, resting your forehead against his.
You looked down, seeing your wetness covering his cock. You could feel the sticky mess dripping between your legs. Your thighs were shaking, your pussy throbbing. His body was tense, his knuckles white from gripping the headboard.
You slowly rocked your hips, just a few rolls, hearing him sigh, and it brought a smile to your face. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gently tugging his head back.
"Does my poor little prisoner want to cum?" You asked teasingly, kissing his jaw, rolling your hips a few more times.
"Yes," he breathed, his cock aching for release. You smiled, leaning down and capturing his lips. You continued to roll your hips slowly, just small circles, and his body twitched.
"Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, pulling against the tie. His eyes were dark, his jaw clenched. He could have ripped through the tie, but he didn't; he was enjoying this far too much. A low moan escaped his lips, his hips thrusting. He was so close to reaching his peak, his body trembling.
You sped up, fucking him harder. You were already on the verge of your second orgasm. Your thighs burned, but you didn't care. Your heart was pounding, and all you could think about was getting him to cum.
You squeezed your legs tighter around him, grinding your clit against him. The sensations were too much, and his cock was sending you tumbling over the edge again. Your muscles clenched, and you both came undone together.
Your body trembling against his, buzzing from the aftershocks. You brought your lips to his, kissing him lazily. You slowly rocked your hips, still riding his softening cock. His moans were like music to your ears, and you kissed him deeper, chasing his taste.
He looked so blissed out, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. His hair messy, and his chest red and heaving, somehow looking even hotter than usual. You released the tie, freeing him, then kissed his wrists, admiring how red they were from him pulling against the silk.
As soon as you pulled away from his wrists, his arms were around you, and your back met the mattress. His hands were on your hips, pushing your lacy thong down your thighs and tossing it to the side.
You let out a surprised gasp as he smirked down at you, "your turn," he whispered.
With that, you knew it was going to be a long, beautiful night.
hi! I see you have a bunch of requests so I’m sorry to request but do you think you could write an Elijah angst with fluff ? Like y/n is upset because she thinks that elijah likes Hayley but he’s actually in love with her and has been for centuries but has always been too scared to tell her.
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18+ ---- {Masterlist}
Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.
~♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) & @vervain3 ♡♡ - I combined all three ideas and made a jealousy triangle {square? circle? idk}~
3k words - Warnings: a little smutty right at the end, drama, angst, jealousy... vaguely refer to events from season 2 & 3... Klaus interfering & loving all the drama (Regina George energy)
It was a rare thing for Elijah Mikaelson to fall in love, but when he did, it was forever. In his one thousand years of living he could count on one hand the number of times his heart had truly belonged to someone else and he could recall, with exact detail, everything about them.
There was Tatia, the first woman he ever fell for, and then there was Katerina, or Katherine, who was a thorn in his side and a constant source of regret.Then Celeste came into the picture, a beautiful and powerful witch, her loss and betrayal still a bitter taste in his mouth.
And then there was you, the brightest light in his dark life. Your face still burned brightly in his memories and your name still danced on his tongue like the sweetest melody. You did things to him that no one else could, dissolving his burdens with just a smile.
You had captured his heart with just one look and he had been yours, mind, body, and soul. He was so in love with you, it hurt.
So when you died, he was shattered, torn apart and left to deal with the pain alone. He would see your face everywhere, haunting him and reminding him of his failure to protect the one he loved. To never be able to tell you how he felt was the most painful thing of all.
Centuries had passed since he lost you, his grief now a dull ache in his heart, but nothing had ever truly made the pain go away.
Hayley's presence in his life mended the broken pieces somewhat, but they were still damaged. His feelings for the hybrid would never be enough to erase the ghost of his love for you.
He accepted being content with what he had, knowing he didn't deserve anything more. That he was lucky to have met his soul mate, even if you were never truly his. To know that true love was real, if not fleeting.
So when he saw you, sitting on the sofa in the courtyard, laughing and chatting with Klaus, his heart stopped. He wondered if he was imagining you again, if his mind was playing a cruel trick on him.
But you turned, your gaze meeting his and the world stopped. He felt his knees grow weak, and his heart race.
You were real, you were here, you were alive.
And you looked just as beautiful as the day he last saw you.
But there was a bit of a problem, he was with Hayley now. You were back and he didn't know how to feel about that.
"Elijah, how long has it been? You look well." You greet him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug.
Elijah hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, inhaling the scent that he had thought he'd never experience again. He couldn't help but hold you a little tighter, afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear.
"Y/N," he whispers softly.
You pull back, noticing the way his eyes seem to burn brighter, full of emotions you couldn't read.
"How are you? I haven't seen you since..." you trail off.
"Since you died," he finishes, his eyes looking at you curiously.
"Since you left me behind," you corrected him.
Elijah frowned, not understanding what you were talking about. The night Mikael returned, you were killed and your body burnt, at least, that's what Klaus had told him.
"Klaus said you were killed, we didn't have time to retrieve your body."
You shake your head. "That wasn't me, he was mistaken."
"So where were you?" he asked, still unable to believe you were really here.
"Here and there," you said with a smile, none of that mattered now.
You always had a soft spot for Elijah, when you first met him and his family, you found him to be so stoic and melancholic. You delighted in making him laugh, his smile lighting up his whole face and giving him the air of youth and carefreeness that you knew he had buried deep within him.
Nothing ever happened between you, he tended to fall for more serious types. But you never stopped loving him, he was always going to be the one you couldn't forget.
"You're as bad as Niklaus," Elijah said, chuckling lightly.
"I'll take that as a compliment," you grinned.
You were interrupted by a beautiful brunette with stunning hazel eyes, she walked up and placed her hand on Elijah's shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Y/N, this is Hayley," Elijah introduced, his hand going to rest on her back.
Of course, you thought. She was exactly his type, beautiful and fierce.
You gave her a small smile, shaking her hand.
"How do you know Elijah?" she asked, curious.
"We met a very long time ago, in another place," you answered, giving Elijah a sidelong glance. "In another life."
Hayley looked between the two of you, sensing there was more to your relationship than you were letting on. She wasn't going to let you anywhere near what was hers.
"What brings you here? To New Orleans, I mean?"
"I heard the original family has settled here and I wanted to catch up with old friends," you replied. "But mostly, I'm just passing through,"
Hayley frowned, "old friends," she repeated, her hand tightening around Elijah's shoulder.
She had only just met you, but already, she knew she didn't like you. You seemed to have a permanent smirk on your face that reminded her of Klaus, and that made her distrust you instantly. And the way Elijah was looking at you made her feel uneasy, she had never seen him look so...happy.
"Oh," Elijah's expression faltered, his disappointment barely noticeable. "You're leaving?"
"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," you joked, your eyes flickering to Hayley's.
"How about you join us tonight for dinner," Klaus said, walking up and joining the group, he always knew exactly how to make an awkward situation worse. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."
You gave him a small smile. "Sure,"
When you arrived for dinner, you were surprised by the amount of people Klaus had invited. It was a bit of a relief, it would mean that you didn't have to be alone with Elijah and Hayley.
Klaus stood at the head of the table, making introductions, there were a number of vampires and werewolves present, including a werewolf alpha named Jackson and a handsome vampire named Marcel.
You greeted them all politely, before taking a seat next to Marcel.
"Y/N, this is my dear friend Marcellus," Klaus greeted, "you two have a remarkable amount in common."
Marcel smiles, "hello, beautiful."
"Hi," you smiled back, your eyes lingering on his, he had a killer smile and a charm to him that was difficult to resist.
You were glad to have someone to talk to, you could tell Marcel had a great sense of humor and you enjoyed his company. You also found yourself attracted to him, he was definitely your type.
"So, how do you know the Mikaelsons?" Marcel asked, a little confused. "I didn't think they had any friends outside their family,"
"Klaus turned me centuries ago, when they were hiding out in my town." You explain, taking a sip of your wine. "They needed allies, so he made some of us into vampires."
"Ahh, been there, done that." Marcel replied with a smile, leaning in closer, his hand brushing against yours.
Elijah watched from the other end of the table, his eyes flickering between the pair, his stomach knotting with every touch and look exchanged between you.
You didn't miss his glances, or his frowns, and you wondered what his problem was. He had his gorgeous girlfriend by his side, why was he looking at you this way?
Klaus delighted in the growing jealousy he could see bubbling up inside Elijah. He knew his brother had always loved you, but never made a move. And now, he was paying for it.
Klaus watched as you flirted with Marcel, enjoying the sight of Elijah growing increasingly frustrated.
"They seem cozy, how cute," he mused, his eyes gleaming.
"Yes, it appears that way," Elijah replied, his jaw clenching.
Hayley smiled at you and Marcel, "they’d make a good couple,"
"Would they?" Elijah asked, a hint of irritation in his tone.
Hayley didn't notice, she was too busy watching the way your eyes lingered on each other's and the way Marcel leaned in close and whispered in your ear, making you laugh.
Elijah didn't miss the spark in your eyes as you spoke with Marcel, the way your face lit up and the way his fingers traced patterns on your skin.
He wanted to rip his heart out.
He felt himself growing angrier by the minute, his hands clenched and his jaw tight. He could barely keep up with the conversation, his attention focused on you, his jealousy eating away at him.
There you were, so close, your laughter filling the air, the sound he had been longing to hear for so long. And he was stuck sitting across from you, watching you get closer to another man.
"Jackson, tell me about this ritual you mentioned earlier," Klaus said, interrupting Elijah's thoughts.
"Well," Jackson began, looking between Hayley and Elijah awkwardly. "It could possibly give the pack hybrid-like abilities,"
Hayley smiled, "that's exactly what we need Klaus, an army to protect our child."
"What would this ritual involve?" Elijah asked, trying to distract himself from the sound of your laughter.
"A marriage," Jackson answered. "Between myself and Hayley,"
"A marriage?" Hayley asked, confused. "I thought this was just a ritual?"
Jackson shook his head, "in order for it to work, we need to marry,"
Hayley frowned, looking between Jackson and Elijah. She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of marrying anyone but Elijah, but she had no choice, she would do anything for her daughter.
"It would give us the power and numbers we need," Klaus agreed. "We could protect Hope from anyone who wished her harm."
Elijah felt strangely relieved, despite knowing how selfish it was. He thought he loved Hayley, that her marrying another would bother him, but he was more bothered by the way Marcel was touching you, he realized that his feelings for Hayley weren't enough.
He still loved you, and he always would.
"I guess that's it then," Hayley sighed, glancing over at Elijah, wondering what was going through his mind.
"We can discuss it further tomorrow, but I'm sure it's something that would benefit us all," Elijah said, his voice steady.
Hayley nodded, her heart breaking at his indifference. She didn't understand, she had hoped he would argue against it, at least a little bit, but it appeared she was mistaken.
She glanced over at you, seeing the way you kept looking at Elijah. She realized that your presence had shifted something in her relationship, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger towards you.
After dinner, everyone had a drink or two and mingled. Elijah and Hayley found a private corner to chat about her wedding, their conversation awkward and strained, filled with hidden meanings.
"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, noticing the pain in her eyes.
"Yeah, fine." Hayley nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I just thought you would... I dunno... Protest the wedding more."
Elijah hesitated, "we need to do whatever we can to bring home Hope." He spoke carefully, "you know that I... care for you."
Hayley looked away, trying to hide the hurt on her face. He 'cared for' her, but it wasn't enough.
"You care for me," she repeated, her voice lacking the inflection of surprise. "But you don't love me, do you?"
She looked up at him, their eyes locking. He looked at her sadly, the regret in his eyes telling her all she needed to know.
"You'll always have a place in my heart, Hayley," he said. "It's just-"
"She's back," she finished, nodding sadly. "You've always loved her."
Elijah didn't respond, instead he simply stared at her, their eyes full of unspoken words, unshed tears and the promise of a life together that would never be.
Hayley took a breath, blinking back her tears.
"I should probably go and join the others," she said, turning to walk away. "I'll… see you around,”
Elijah released a breath, running his hand through his hair. He stood there, debating whether he should go over and talk to you.
Hayley could tell from the way you'd been looking at him that your feelings for him were the same. She was hurt, and a little drunk, and a more than a bit angry.
Her eyes narrowed as she saw Marcel whisper something in your ear, his hand resting on your shoulder. You seemed to have every man here wrapped around your finger instantly, even Elijah.
Hayley walked up to you, her eyes flashing. "It's incredible how you just return out of the blue and have every man here panting at your heels."
You raised an eyebrow, not expecting the hostility.
"I'm sorry, have I offended you in some way?" You asked, giving her a confused look.
"No, you're just a slut who can't seem to keep her hands off the men around here." Hayley snapped.
You looked at her in surprise, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Marcel and I were only flirting," you replied.
Hayley glared at you, her fists clenching. You could see the rage burning in her eyes, and you were tempted to push her further, just to see how far you could take it. But before you could, Jackson was by her side, a worried look on his face.
"Come on Hayley, let's get some air," he said, pulling her away from you.
Marcel watched as they left, his arm draped around your shoulders.
"What was that about?" He asked, glancing down at you.
"Your guess is as good as mine," you shrugged, your gaze drifting over to Elijah.
He was looking at you as well, his eyes wide and searching, as if he couldn't believe you were really there.
"I'm sorry Marcel, I think I'm going to turn in early," you said, smiling apologetically. "It's been a long day."
Marcel nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Call me sometime, if you're interested," he said with a grin, winking playfully.
"Sure, thanks." You nodded, returning his smile.
You made your way over to Klaus, thanking him for the dinner, and bidding him a goodnight. You then approached Elijah, a small smile on your face, your heart pounding.
"It's wonderful to see you, after all these years," he said, his voice a little hoarse.
"You too, Elijah." You said, giving him a genuine smile.
"I want to show you something, before you go." He said, extending his hand out to you.
You hesitated, glancing down at his hand, a part of you afraid to get your hopes up, to believe that he saw you as more than a friend. But when your eyes met his, you could see something in his gaze, and it gave you the confidence you needed to take his hand.
"Lead the way,"
Elijah gave you a small smile, leading you to his study. He walked over to his desk, searching around until he pulled out a wooden box.
He placed it on the desk, opening the lid. Inside was a pendant necklace, a gold chain with a small emerald medallion hanging from it, with your initials engraved.
You hadn't seen it in centuries, not since the night you parted, and the sight of it brought a flood of emotions crashing down.
"You kept it," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.
"Of course," Elijah replied, his voice quiet, a smile playing on his lips. "It was yours, it belongs with you."
Your fingers gently grazed the pendant, the cool metal a reminder of your human life. It was given to you by your mother, the only thing you had left of her. You had treasured it, and when it broke, Elijah had offered to get it fixed for you.
But when Mikael arrived and you were separated, you thought it was forever lost.
"You got it fixed," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"Yes, it was important to you." Elijah replied, his voice soft, a smile on his face.
"After all these years, after everything, why did you keep it?" You asked, confused.
"It was all I had left of you," he replied, his voice barely audible.
You swallowed, unable to speak, your throat tight and your chest aching. You'd never imagined he'd held onto such a keepsake, a reminder of you he held onto for centuries after he believed you to be dead.
Elijah gently picked up the necklace, placing it around your neck, his hands lingering.
"I'm happy to return this to you," he whispered. "It's where it belongs."
Your hand went up to the pendant, tears streaming down your cheeks. You turned to face him and his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. You leaned into his touch, his skin warm against yours.
He stared into your eyes, his expression filled with emotion, his heart beating erratically.
"I want you to know that I..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. "That I have never forgotten you."
"I never forgot you either," you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips, your own parting.
He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, gentle, as they pressed against yours, you both sighed, melting into each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.
He moved you back until you hit the desk, his lips moving down your neck, nipping and kissing, causing you to moan. Your hands grasped at his clothes, tugging him closer, desperate for him.
Elijah lifted you onto the desk, pushing his body between your legs, his hardness pressed against you. His mouth was on yours again, his hands roaming your body, exploring every inch.
"Wait, wait," you panted, breaking the kiss. "You are with Hayley,"
Elijah paused, his eyes locked with yours, his chest heaving. "Not anymore."
You stared at him, confusion and desire muddling your thoughts.
"What?" You managed, still struggling to catch your breath.
"We broke up, tonight," he explained, his voice husky, his hands caressing your thighs.
You shook your head, trying to clear your mind, but his closeness and his hands on your body were making it impossible to think. He kissed you again, his lips hungry, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you.
You moaned, arching into him, your hands roaming his body, pulling him closer. His hands tugged at your dress, hiking it up your thighs, moving your panties to the side.
"I want you," he muttered, his eyes dark, filled with lust.
You whispered his name as his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. His mouth was on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling softly. You gasped, your hands grasping at his belt, trying desperately to undo it.
He pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself between your legs, easing into you slowly. Your eyes locked, both of you filled with an intense, desperate need for the other.
Elijah groaned, gripping the desk, his knuckles turning white, as he began thrusting into you, slow and deep. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your moans filling the room.
His movements became faster, more frantic, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you. You felt yourself getting closer, your muscles tightening, your breathing becoming shallow.
His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open. The desperate way he was fucking you was a testament to the feelings he held for you, and it only fueled your desire for him.
You moaned into his mouth as you came, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body tremble, your muscles spasming.
Elijah buried his face in your neck, sinking his fangs into you as he let go, his body shuddering. You held him, stroking his hair, feeling his body relax.
"I've always loved you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." You replied, kissing his temple.
He kissed you again, his hands cradling your face. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with warmth, and a deep love that was reserved only for you.
It felt like coming home.
♡♡ Hayley is jealous of you -> you are jealous of Hayley -> Elijah is jealous of Marcel... & Marcel is too cool to care. ♡♡
~What kind of jealously geometry is this??? I'm a writer not a mathematician lol~
You find yourself at a party you don't really want to be at. You meet the Mikaelson siblings and a game of truth or dare unfolds, revealing your secret and sparking a connection that changes the course of the night.
~HumanAU where the Mikaelsons are all 20-25ish. It just makes more sense that way... Because why would old-ass vampires be at a college party?~
5k words - Warnings: drinking, praise, oral sex, loss of virginity, Kol and Klaus being immature.
You weren't quite sure what prompted you to attend this party; typically, you preferred the comfort of home. Maybe it was the monotony of spending too much time within the familiar walls of your apartment, and your instincts nudged you towards a change of scenery.
However, upon arrival, the desire to leave struck you immediately. The music was terrible and too loud, and the stench of sweat and alcohol was overpowering. And most importantly, your confidence was lacking. You didn't know anyone and weren't really sure why you wanted to attend in the first place.
So, naturally, you did what you always do at these uncomfortable events: drink.
The tequila was the only thing keeping your sanity intact, and by your fourth shot, you felt yourself loosen up. Your inhibitions were lowered, and a warm buzz settled in the pit of your stomach.
You wandered into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with a group of people, they all seemed to know each other and were engaged in a conversation you didn't follow. But that was okay, the liquor made everything easier.
"Hi, I haven't seen you around here before, what's your name?" Said a pretty blonde woman with a kind smile.
"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." You introduced yourself, shaking her hand.
"I'm Rebekah, and this is my boyfriend Marcel, and my brother's Elijah and Kol." She said, gesturing to each man in turn.
Marcel and Kol appeared pleasant, but Elijah was another matter entirely. The moment your gaze locked with his, you felt captivated. He wasn't just handsome; he was stunning. His warm, soft eyes and the way he smiled made your stomach flutter.
As Rebekah spoke about something, you struggled to concentrate, Elijah was a distraction you couldn't look away from. He could tell, and his knowing smirk made your cheeks redden. You quickly averted your gaze and looked at Rebekah. She didn't seem to have noticed the exchange between you and her brother, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
Another man walked into the living room, holding a bottle of bourbon and a few glasses. He had blonde curly hair, and the same mischievous twinkle in his eye as Kol.
"Move over Kol, you are in my spot," he said, plopping down onto the sofa next to him. He started pouring the drinks before looking up and noticing you.
"Who are you? I don't believe we have met, love."
"She's a new friend, Nik." Rebekah interrupted before you could answer.
"It's a pleasure." He said with a devilish grin, you could tell he was trouble.
As the conversation continued, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable. Everyone was friendly, and although you didn't contribute much, they were all very welcoming.
"Okay, I'm bored, let's play a game!" Rebekah suggested, looking around the circle.
"Let's play truth or dare," Kol suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
"That's a bit juvenile, isn't it?" Elijah asked, and Kol glared at him.
"Come on, Elijah. You are no fun, live a little." Rebekah piped up, and Elijah shrugged, agreeing.
"Okay, Klaus, truth or dare?" Rebekah asked.
"Dare," he replied, taking a swig of bourbon.
"Okay, I dare you to..." she trailed off, trying to think of an appropriate dare. "Send a nude pic to that girl, uh- Cami."
"Already did that today, dear sister," Klaus replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.
Rebekah rolled her eyes at her brother's behavior. "I thought you were classier than that," she teased.
"It was at her request," He answered with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. “I can send her another one if you want,” he offered with a grin.
"I'm good, thanks," Rebekah responded with a laugh.
Klaus called on Marcel, "Truth or dare, Marcellus,"
"Dare, always." Marcel responded, a challenging smirk tugging at his mouth.
"Okay," Klaus chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "I dare you to moon whoever comes into the living room next,"
"Challenge accepted." He replied, cracking a grin, and raising his glass in a toast.
A poor unsuspecting party goer got more than he bargained for when Marcel dropped his trousers and mooned him when they wandered into the room. He yelled in horror and ran out as the living room erupted with laughter.
"Okay, my lovely girl, truth or dare?" Marcel asked, kissing Rebekah on the cheek.
"Truth." She smiled back.
"Where was the craziest place you have had sex," he said, unable to control his laughter.
"I rather not know that," Kol interjected, shuddering visibly,
"Relax," Rebekah laughed. "I always keep it classy, unlike Nik over there."
She pondered the question for a moment.
"In a pool," She finally answered with a sly smile.
"Spectacular, I love learning about my siblings sex lives," Elijah muttered sarcastically under his breath, clearly irritated by the games.
You didn't like them either, you couldn't relax and enjoy the fun. If they asked you any questions about your sex life, or lack of one, your shame and embarrassment would swallow you whole.
"It's your turn dear, truth or dare?" Rebekah asked, breaking you out of your inner musings.
"Oh um, dare," You answered, you didn't feel brave enough to choose truth.
"I dare you to uh—kiss who you find most attractive here,"
Your face flushed and your heart leapt into your chest. You studied them all closely, and while all four men were very handsome, there was only one who made your pulse race and your body tremble.
You slowly leaned in and pressed your lips to Elijah's cheek, he smelled like pine trees and a hint of cologne. His skin was soft and warm against your lips, and he turned slightly, making your mouth graze the corner of his. Your face reddened, and you pulled away.
"Is that the best you can do, darling?" Kol interjected.
"Leave her be, Kol," Elijah responded, a faint smile pulling at his mouth.
"I think she should have to go again, a kiss on the cheek doesn't count," Klaus responded.
Embarrassment surged through your chest, intensifying the urge to flee the room. The alcohol heightened every emotion, amplifying the unpleasant feelings of humiliation.
"I'm not going to make her kiss anyone," Rebekah insisted, growing annoyed.
"This is supposed to be fun," Marcel agreed, and Kol rolled his eyes, taking another sip of his drink.
"Then do a truth instead," Kol insisted, unwilling to let it drop. "I would like to know her secrets."
"Fine, truth." You whispered, and the entire room grew quiet, everyone eager to learn more about the mysterious newcomer.
"How many people have you been with?" Rebekah asked, voice sympathetic, she was trying to go easy on you, not knowing about the secret you were holding inside.
"Uh...I... Uhm.." you stammered.
"Come on, either you haven't kept track of the number or there isn't one at all," Klaus chimed in, nudging Kol with his shoulder and snickering.
"There isn't a number." You whispered, your face warm from embarrassment.
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean," Kol asked, looking back and forth at his siblings, before his gaze landed on yours, confusion written all over his face.
"Shut up Kol!" Rebekah chided, looking at you apologetically.
"She's a virgin, you idiotic git, leave her alone," Klaus mumbled under his breath, sipping from his burbon and ignoring the nasty look that Kol sent his way.
The silence in the room was deafening, the shock on their faces was almost comical. They didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but the humiliation and shame was overwhelming. You felt like a freak, your face was flushed, and the tears were threatening to spill over.
Marcel cleared his throat awkwardly, he tried to give you a reassuring smile, but he didn't seem to know what to say.
"Well," He stated, interrupting the silence. "It's your turn to ask Kol," He smiled at you, hoping it would ease your embarrassment.
You contemplated leaving but knew you'd draw even more attention to yourself. You decided to use this chance to get back at Kol.
"I dare you to go out into the backyard, strip naked and yell at the top of your lungs that you love Nik,"
"Ooh, she is ruthless," Klaus exclaimed, laughing, the alcohol had loosened him up.
"But you're my brother, I can't." He argued.
"It's the rules," Klaus chimed in.
Kol reluctantly agreed, and the six of you made your way outside. It was dark, and no one was back there, it would be easy for him to complete the dare and not get caught.
"I hope someone is out here and hears this," You giggled, enjoying watching Kol squirm.
He removed his clothes and stood naked in the yard, yelling at the top of his lungs,
"I love you, Niklaus."
He returned to the house, and his siblings howled with laughter, and you had tears streaming down your cheeks.
"I hate you all," He muttered, and they continued to tease him.
Kol gave you a glare, and Elijah was looking at you intently, a smile playing upon his face. Kol looked back and forth between the two of you, before his signature grin spread back across his face.
"Elijah's turn," he announced.
"Dare," his older brother challenged him with a cold stare.
"Oooh, yes," Kol rubbed his hands together, excited to see what he would come up with.
"I dare you to take her upstairs, and pop her little cherry."
"KOL!" Elijah yelled, growing angry.
Rebekah smacked his arm and Elijah glared at his younger brother with his dark brown eyes, shooting daggers.
"No, nope, not okay." Marcel interjected, not enjoying the uncomfortable shift of energy that had taken place around the room.
You had enough of their teasing, it was too much. You jumped to your feet, tears stinging the back of your eyes, and you started toward the front door.
"Wait, where are you going?" Rebekah called after you.
"Home, it's late and I have to work tomorrow," You lied, not wanting them to know how hurt and humiliated you were.
"I'm sorry, darling, I was just teasing," Kol said, his face had fallen and his expression was one of genuine regret.
"It's fine," you said, trying to hide the quiver in your voice.
"No, it's okay, I will walk, the fresh air will be nice," You assured him, not wanting to prolong this any further.
"Please, let me walk you, it's no trouble," Elijah said, offering his arm.
Kol and Klaus shared a glance, smirking at each other.
You reluctantly agreed and took his arm, feeling the heat rise to your face. He was a perfect gentleman and a welcomed distraction from the pain of their teasing.
"Have fun brother," Klaus said, winking at his older brother, who rolled his eyes, leading you outside.
Once the door was closed, the tears began to flow. You tried to wipe them away, not wanting him to see how much their teasing had affected you.
"Ignore him, he is a fool." He said, placing his hand over yours.
"I'm fine, really," You said, unconvincingly.
"No, you are not," he insisted, handing you a handkerchief from his pocket. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Thank you, Elijah." You said, dabbing at the corners of your eyes.
You walked in silence for a while, hand in hand, the warm breeze tickling your faces. His presence was calming, and he seemed to have an innate sense of empathy, picking up on your mood.
"May I ask you something?" He inquired, breaking the silence.
"Of course," You agreed, glancing at him, trying to gauge his expression.
"Why haven't you been with anyone? Surely you could have your choice of men." He asked, his voice curious, not judgmental.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.
"I-I uh... well..." you trailed off, unsure of how to answer his question.
"Please, don't be embarrassed," He insisted, rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
"It's just— I haven't had the opportunity, and well— no one has ever asked," You said, biting your lip, a wave of nervousness washing over you.
"No one has ever asked, or you have not allowed anyone to?" He inquired, gazing into your eyes, his expression kind and understanding.
"Both, I guess." You shrugged, a sad smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Also..."
You were internally debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason, he was a stranger, after all. But there was something about him that put you at ease.
"I've never had an orgasm," you confessed, not daring to meet his gaze.You stared down at the ground, feeling mortified.
Elijah chuckled softly, and you could feel the tears stinging your eyes again. You were ready to bolt when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his side.
"You are so sweet, and beautiful. I think you are overthinking things." He said, rubbing your arm soothingly.
Perhaps he was right, maybe that was the problem. Maybe it was the stress that kept you from enjoying yourself.
You arrived at the entrance to your building, and turned to face him, feeling shy.
"Thank you for walking me home," You said, biting your lip, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"It was my pleasure," He said, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
You felt a rush of heat flood through you and you knew this was an opportunity you couldn't let go to waste. You leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his, your hands trembling as you touched his chest.
"I'm sorry," you breathed, breaking the kiss. "This was stupid of me, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-”
He cut you off, gently guiding the back of your neck and pulling you close, kissing you deeply. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your head was spinning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.
He felt so nice and warm, his body pressing against yours. His lips were soft, and he tasted sweet. You let out a soft sigh, melting into his touch.
He broke the kiss, looking down at you with hooded eyes, and a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you want to come upstairs?" You breathed, looking up at him.
"Very much so," He murmured, before kissing you again.
You led him into the building, and up the stairs, to the small one bedroom apartment that you rented. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest.
He followed you in, his eyes wandering around the room, taking everything in. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do or say.
"This is a nice place," He remarked, walking around the small space.
"Thanks, it's not much, but it's home,"
He nodded and walked over to the couch, sitting down and patting the seat next to him.
You sat down, your legs shaking slightly. He smiled at you, taking your hand and squeezing it gently.
"Now, tell me what's wrong," he coaxed, stroking your cheek with his thumb, his eyes filled with concern.
"I'm just nervous," You admitted, your face growing hot.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You relaxed into him, letting out a soft sigh. He kissed you slowly and gently, his hands wandering to your waist.
"Come here," He whispered, pulling you onto his lap, straddling his legs.
You could feel his arousal growing between your legs, his hardness pressing against your inner thigh. It made your heart race, you were so nervous, but you wanted this.
"You are so soft," He murmured, his hands wandering down your sides, cupping your ass and squeezing gently.
Elijah sensed your unease, running his hands down your arms soothingly. Leaving soft kisses on your neck and cheek. His sweetness and tenderness, and him allowing you time and space to adjust was a huge relief.
It's just sex, and you were attracted to him, physically and mentally. The gentle way in which he held you was just making you fall further. You began to unbutton his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders and taking in the sight of him. You traced your fingers down his firm chest, feeling the heat pool between your thighs.
Elijah let out a quiet laugh, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You looked up at him sheepishly, your cheeks burning.
"Did I do something funny?" You asked, uncertain if you had missed out on an inside joke or failed to do something correctly.
"I've just never been undressed so delicately, like I was a piece of glass. Most women tend to go straight for the button and zipper,"
You smiled shyly, suddenly self conscious of your actions.
"But this is nice, very... gentle," he assured you, pressing his lips to yours.
His fingers traced the hem of your top, trailing against your stomach. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned, your head spinning.
"Can I undress you?" He asked, breaking the kiss.
You nodded, blushing furiously. He smiled and slowly pulled your top over your head. Your body was wracked with nerves and trembles. He moved your hair over your shoulder and left a trail of soft, open mouthed kisses, starting at your jaw and working his way down your throat.
His hands wandered to the clasp of your bra, his eyes finding yours in silent permission. He gently unfastened it, exposing your breasts. You felt a wave of embarrassment roll through you.
"Such beautiful curves," he mumbled, his mouth brushing your ear, taking one nipple between his fingers and rolling it gently. Your breath hitched in your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips.
"You like that?" he asked, his hand finding your other breast, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking gently.
You tilted your head back, moaning softly. He hummed in approval, his hand running down your side, slowly working its way underneath your skirt, rubbing you through your panties.
"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked, his lips brushing your ear, his hand teasing you.
"Umm... Yeah, once, I didn't cum though," You admitted, feeling your body growing hot.
"Mmm," he hummed, his fingers brushing your clit through the thin fabric. Your hips jerked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping your lips.
Your nerve endings were buzzing, his touch sending bolts of pleasure throughout your body. You were squirming against him, desperate for more.
"We should move to the bedroom," he suggested. "I'd like to take my time with you, properly,"
His words send a bolt of heat through you, you're nearly trembling with desire. Elijah chuckled and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the small room.
"The door on the left," You whispered, as he kicked the bedroom door open, and set you on the bed.
He stood before you, eyes wandering hungrily, devouring the sight of you laid out, practically naked before him.
He shed his clothing, his hands quickly reaching for his belt buckle, sliding his pants off, and discarding them.
You couldn't help but stare, his body was impeccable, his skin flawless, like it had been sculpted from stone. He was perfect. You could feel your cheeks burning, he had caught you gawking. You swallowed hard and quickly removed the rest of your own clothes, leaving you just in your panties, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.
He kissed you deeply, his warm hands wandering all over your body. You relaxed into the mattress, finally beginning to calm your mind, and trust him to give you pleasure.
He positioned your pillows against the headboard, so that you could lay back comfortably. He took your hand and guided it down, tracing against the fabric of your panties, sliding it beneath the cotton barrier and making contact.
"Always start slow and easy. Let yourself get worked up," his voice was low, his breath hot against your ear.
Elijah placed his hand over yours, guiding you to carefully rub your clit, coaxing gentle gasps out of you as you became more sensitive.
"Now, rub soft, and slow circles. Light pressure, tease it out. Be patient."
You did as you were told, a deep moan escaping your lips. It felt so nice. Warm heat spread through your core and your skin prickled all over, your hips started to roll against your own touch, chasing the newfound pleasure.
"That's it, just like that. You're doing so good,"
You could feel a low burn in your core, your muscles becoming tight, a sense of relief inching closer to you. Your breath began to become ragged and quick. Elijah held you firmly, reassuring you, whispering praise and compliments, his lips exploring your neck and shoulder.
Your hips rocked and bucked into your own fingers as you touched yourself, moaning deeply. Your thighs begin to quake, and your climax hit hard and fast. A euphoric feeling spread through your limbs, your entire body tingling. Elijah captured your lips in his own, swallowing your soft cries, a smile painted upon his face.
When your high began to ebb, and you were finally able to find coherent words, you looked up into his dark eyes, still trembling slightly.
"You really did come here to fix all my problems, huh?" You said playfully.
"I couldn't bear the thought of leaving such a beautiful woman unfulfilled,"
His response made your heart flutter and you couldn't keep yourself from giggling. You kissed him softly, relishing the sweet tenderness of his kiss.
"Can you..." You trailed off, blushing furiously.
He gave you a knowing smile, kissing his way down your body, making you tremble. His fingers hooked beneath your panties, pulling them down your legs and discarding them, leaving you bare beneath him. You looked down, a heady mix of nerves, fear, and desire making your stomach knot.
You felt the mattress shift, his body adjusting between your thighs, his warm hands pressing them open.
"Elijah..." you whispered.
His eyes gazed at your now fully exposed self. He wasn't just hungry, or ravenous, he was soft, admiring, appreciating your form.
"Gorgeous," he cooed.
Before you could argue, protest his opinion of your body, his tongue grazed across your clit, drawing a deep groan from the depths of your being.
He made a quiet sound, pleased with the taste, the feel of you and the knowledge that you'd allowed him the privilege to experience you this way. You trembled beneath him, your entire body aching, melting into the pleasure he brought. His nose bumped against your clit as he drove his tongue in and out.
Your hands went to the back of his head, tugging on his hair desperately. He pulled his mouth away, leaving a mess of wetness in his wake. His finger circled your entrance, teasing the opening, as he licked and sucked on your clit.
"Does that feel good?" He hummed, his finger continuing the motion, but not quite pushing in yet.
You nodded, panting, grinding your hips towards his hand, feeling greedy and lusty and out of control. Elijah responded by easing his two fingers slowly inside. He didn't break eye contact with you, reading your responses and adapting to it.
His lips were glistening, his skin was flush and his eyes dark with desire, completely intoxicated by the neediness, by the sounds and sights of you falling apart. You wanted more, but you felt overwhelmed and overcome and unable to cope with the flood of sensations.
He pulled out, sucking gently on your clit, before sinking his fingers back inside, drawing out a deep moan from you.
"Such a sweet sound," He whispered, the praise rolling through your mind and straight to your core.
You felt the now familiar tightening of your muscles as his pace increased, your body rocking against him. You let out a low moan, coming completely undone under his attention, riding his face shamelessly, all the while he seemed to soak up every sound, movement, and whimper.
You slumped back, attempting to catch your breath, your vision a little blurry, still tingling pleasantly from your release. You looked down at Elijah, you made a mess of his hair, and you could swear his cheeks were rosy, a pinkish tinge spread through his face and neck. You couldn't hold in a breathy giggle.
"Holy shit," you laughed, covering your face.
Elijah made his way back up, leaning over you, capturing your lips in a slow, soft, passionate kiss. Your hands ran over his chest as you moaned softly. He smelled and tasted like sex. You wrapped your legs around him and pressed your hips forward, wanting more, wanting all of him.
You broke apart, panting lightly as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes, that were reflecting the same feelings. He gave you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat.
Your hands wandered down his torso and you brushed your fingertips over his boxers, dipping below the waist band. You felt nervous, having never touched a man before, but he felt nice in your hands. You wrapped your fingers around his erection, feeling the warm weight of him in your palm.
He exhaled deeply, resting his forehead against yours. His pupils dilated, and his brow knit together, eyes heavy with desire. You had found yourself in a position in which you felt empowered by his reactions.
"You have to tell me what you like," You whispered shyly, your lips inches from his, stroking him slowly.
"I like you," He said softly. You could tell from his tone of voice and how he moved beneath your touch, that the meaning of his words was sincere. He was charming, a little intimidating, but something about his energy had put your worries and anxieties to rest.
"Elijah?" You looked at him innocently, rubbing your thumb over the slit, feeling the precum gather on the pad of your finger. You gently stroked the swollen tip, earning a soft moan.
"Will you please fuck me?"
His eyes snapped to yours, dark and lustful. It sent a thrill of desire through you, making your whole body warm. You continued to stroke his hard length, and he let out a low groan. He leaned back and removed his boxers, giving you a full view of him.
You blushed furiously at the sight, he was bigger than you expected. You took a deep breath, looking back up at him, eyes filled with a question. He smirked, understanding perfectly, and pulled you close, his lips colliding with yours in a heated kiss.
"Lie back for me darling," he whispered in your ear. You did as you were instructed, placing yourself comfortably on the bed, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest.
Elijah gave you one last kiss and pulled a condom out of his pocket, ripping it open. He rolled the sheath down his length, and grabbed a pillow, placing it under your hips to raise you slightly.
You watched him, in awe of how your night unfolded. Never could have anticipated how comfortable you would feel so exposed and naked with Elijah, a practical stranger. And you didn't want him to be a stranger, not after this.
He situated himself between your legs, his hand wrapping around the base of his erection. He positioned the tip at your entrance, slowly pushing inside, his other hand caressing your cheek.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his thumb running along your bottom lip.
A deep groan escaped you. He was stretching you out, his cock just breaching the entrance of your cunt. Your hands moved to his shoulders, clinging to him tightly, breathing rapidly, trying not to panic.
He paused, his lips ghosting over yours. He peppered soft kisses all over your face and neck, murmuring praise and compliments.
"You're doing so well, sweet girl. So good. Relax for me, relax,"
His words were soothing, and you melted into the bed, relaxing around him. He moved slowly, rocking his hips a bit further with each small thrust. He was patient and sweet. So sweet. He peppered your neck, throat and mouth with soft kisses, he took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers together, his thumbs rubbing the skin soothingly.
Once you adjusted, he felt perfect inside of you, every stroke bringing you closer to the edge.His pelvis rubbing against your clit and hitting you exactly where you needed. His body weight covered you, keeping you safe, and making your legs weak. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, dizzying, euphoric, perfect.
"So sweet, so soft," He whispered, grunting and thrusting slow and deep.
His words stoked the flames in you, making your hips meet him with his thrusts. It felt better than you ever could have dreamed. You rocked with him, a steady rhythm building, a symphony of gasps, moans, and breaths mingling together.
He pressed his forehead against yours, locking eyes. Both of you taking the moment, connecting with each other, hearts racing and breathing shaky as the intensity and passion overtook you.
It didn't take long; he felt amazing. Soon, another wave of heat washed over you, crashing down on your trembling body. You pressed your lips to his as you came, muffling a deep moan, dragging your nails down his back, crying out as the sensation rocked through you.
His climax quickly followed, his body tensing and he let out a grunt and stilled his hips as your highs started to ebb and come down. You nuzzled into him, stroking your fingers down his spine, melting into his touch as he held you close.
He met your eyes, a sweet and sated smile on his face, making your insides melt. You traced your fingers along his cheekbones as his lips met yours softly. It was tender, a kiss conveying the things that couldn't be said with words.
Elijah pressed his lips to your temple, a sweet gesture that made your heart swell before he slowly untangled himself, moving to dispose of the condom. You stretched out, enjoying the tingling throughout your body, and the pleasant exhaustion settling in.
When he returned, he laid back down beside you, pulling the blanket over both of you and pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, a gentle reminder that he was real.
You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing. You put on a large shirt, and made your way into the kitchen where you found Elijah, cooking what appeared to be french toast. The sight and scent stirred both hunger and a fluttering in your stomach.
It took you a moment to register what transpired the night before, but once you did, your cheeks were hot. Elijah glanced up, giving you a warm smile, nearly causing your legs to give way. Setting the pan aside, he approached, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"Good morning," His voice rasped and you smiled.
"Good morning Elijah, thank you. For, um," you struggled to finish your sentence, his dark brown eyes sending butterflies swarming in your stomach.
Elijah only nodded and reached up, cupping your face, stroking his thumbs along your cheeks and tucking a loose hair behind your ear. Your head leaned into his touch, so gentle and tender and caring.
"Truth or dare?" He asked, catching you by surprise.
"Truth," you decided, allowing a playful smile to grace your lips.
"Will you let me take you to dinner?" he inquired.
Your smile widened, and your heart quickened. This, you realized, was the most wonderful game of truth or dare you had ever played.
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