Being friends with the Mikaelson’s was it’s only feat. There was a constant target on your back and your life was constantly threatened. Your father had always called you ugly to make sure that you never knew how beautiful you really were. Each of one of the Mikaelson’s took it upon them to make sure to let you know, almost every day how beautiful you were.
Since becoming friends with the Mikaelson clan, you had taken a liking to Elijah.Your feelings were apparently obvious as each of his siblings made sure to tease you about them. If Elijah knew about them, he never voiced his knowledge. You had wanted to keep your independence from the Mikaelson family, as they treated you like one of their own.
Getting ready for your night out with Freya and Rebekah, there was a wind feeling through your bathroom. Looking towards where the feeling came, you were met with the familiar face of Elijah.
“Elijah? What’re you doing here?” You questioned, going back to adding the finishing touches on your makeup.
“I wanted to see you, since you’ve been avoiding me lately.” His gaze fell upon you, causing heat in your stomach before it traveled up to your chest.
“Your sisters will kill you, if they knew you were here before our girls night.” Sighing you continued, “I’m not avoiding you...” Voice barely above a whisper. You had been avoiding Elijah the past two week, you didn’t think he shared the same feelings. Thinking it was for the best you had begun pushing him away.
Catching you off guard, he was now standing behind you, resting his hands on your hips, while his chest was pushed against your back. Moving your hair off your shoulder, he placed a kiss on your cheek.
Bringing his lips to your ear, his hot breath danced along the shell of your, whispering, “You look stunning.”
At some point, you had closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of him being in such close proximity. The feeling became intoxicating. Before Elijah could make his move, there was another gust of sudden wind.
“Elijah!” An english voice shrieked, “Tonight is girls night!” Rebekah had Elijah pinned against the opposite wall, with her hand around his throat, before snarling, “I will not have it ruined!”
“Bex. Come on, lets go.” Freya said attempting to pry her sister off of her brother.
Before you knew it, you were in Rebekah’s car, riding along to the night club.
Summary: The reader lives with her coven but when the coven captures the Mikaelson’s, she must decide to abide by the coven rules or put everything on the line to save her friends.
Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist
Gathering around in the conference area, your higher ups began the meeting.
“Thank you all for coming.” The supreme witch said, “We have good news for you all!” She excitedly clapped, “We have finally captured the two leaders of the Mikaelson clan. As well as a friend of the family, Marcel Gerard.”
Cheers erupted from the group of your fellow witches, all except you. The color seemed to drain from your face, while a nauseous feeling overwhelmed you.
“Each of you, will need to come up with your own form of torture you, would like them to endure.”
You hadn’t met the Mikaelson’s before, but you knew that being ‘white magic’ witches, you shouldn’t be torturing anyone, under any circumstance. Marcel was one of your best friends, he was also stepping in as a best friend as well as a father figure.
Your witch coven, didn’t approve of your friendship with a vampire. They didn’t like Marcel, nor did they like that he was friends with the Mikaelson’s, who they considered to be enemy number one. It wasn’t until later that night, you came up with a plan.
The next couple days, it weight heavily on your mind. Your best friend was down in the dungeon, getting tortured for no reason.
Approaching the dungeon, your coven was keeping the vampires in, you knew the warlocks that were standing guard. They had become close friends of yours.
“Hey, Jake, Colton.”
“Hey, Y/N.” They replied in unison.
“The elders, want you guys to turn in. I’ll be taking over.”
They were both exhausted, not being used to stay up this late as it was now 1:30am. Exchanging glances between each other, they didn’t say anything before nodding and heading up stairs.
The dungeon had been spelled, only the elders or the supreme, would be able to open the metal vervain doors. Shockingly, you were able to open the doors, not thinking the type of people who had access to opening them.
Upon entering, you could see the three men. They had been tortured heavily from the hours and days before. Their blood was splayed on the floor beneath them. Their hands were bound in chains, hanging from the ceiling. Each of them had a vervain ropes around their necks, in a necklace fashion.
“Y/N?” Marcel questioned, his voice barley above a whisper.
His sudden voice pulled your gaze towards him.
“Marcel?”
“Hey, Kid.”
“How?” You whispered looking at him guiltily.
Moving in front of him, you used your magic releasing him. This caused him to fall straight onto you, and into your arms.
A groan came from the man in your arms.
“I... I don’t... I don’t remember....”
Sighing sadly, “ ‘SOkay. Let’s get you out of here.”
“Don’t touch him!” A masculine voice growled at you.
Looking towards the voice, his eyes had golden halo's in them.
“Klaus.... It’s okay...She’s a friend...” Marcel had barely gotten the words out.
“It’s okay. Here.” There was a chair in the corner of the dungeon, half guiding and half pulling him, to the chair. Putting him in the chair, using your magic you ripped the vervain like necklace from him. Lifting the sleeve of your long sleeve, you offered him your wrist.
“Kid....” He groaned in pain, “I...I couldn’t....Not... Not to you....”
Scoffing you replied, “I don’t think you have very much of a choice here...Let me take of care you... You’re going to need your strength. Please.”
He looked up at you, with widened eyes, reminding you of you child who had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing. Sighing, he accepted your wrist, transforming back into the intimidating vampire you had come to know and admire.
“Go.” Following his gaze to the two original vampires you started, “I’ll take care of them. Go.”
“I’ll be back.”
Nodding your head you offered a sad smile, feeling a sudden wind you knew he left. Turning to the man with golden halo’s, you made your way over to him.
“Get away from me.” The man snarled.
Shooting him a bitch face you said, “You seriously just watched me, help Marcel escape and you’re going to give me attitude?”
Standing in front of him, your hands made their way to your hips, “Do you not want me to help you?”
The man looked at you then dropped his gaze to the floor guility.
Sighing you asked, “Are you going to let me help you now?”
“Yes.” The man’s low voice shot shivers through your body.
Getting him down, to the chair in the corner, you offered him your wrist the same way you had offered it to Marcel.
The man sitting was now looking up at you with a questionable expression.
“What?” You frowned at him.
“You’re going to let an original vampire feed off of you?”
Frowning again, you weren’t sure how to respond.
“I....”
“That’s brave of you love. Niklaus. Everyone calls me Klaus.”
“Y/N.”
After he fed on you, he offered you his wrist in return. You looked at him with a confused expression.
Chuckling softly, “It’ll heal your wound for letting us feed off of you.”
Upon accepting his wrist, you both exchanged a confused glance.
Stepping back from him, “I...I should get him down.”
“I’ll be the look out.”
Nodding your head, you made your way to the third and final vampire.
“I don’t know whether, to consider you stupid or smart.” The man in a ruined suit groan out.
Scoffing while you continued your movements you said, “Why’s that?”
“Because,” His head lulled to the side, “You’re helping the most feared vampires. How do you know we won’t kill you when we leave?”
He groaned as he his body collided with yours. Frowning you replied, “I...I don’t...”
Offering him your wrist, he gladly excepted and drank from you. This time, it felt different, a warm feeling overwhelmed you, while butterfly’s erupted in your stomach.
“Here.” He offered you his wrist in return.
Suddenly, Niklaus and Marcel vamp sped back into the dungeon that you were in.
The man in the suit and you gave each other a confused look, before turning to the two men in front of you.
“We’re in big trouble.” Marcel said pulling the stake laced with vervain out of his side.
Smacking his hand out of the way, “Stop. Let me get it. What happened?”
Sighing in frustration he allowed you to help him before saying, “The witches. They’re not going to let us leave.”
“We need a plan.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Guys!” You yelled trying to get their attention. “I have a plan.”
It had been a month since you left the coven. Sometimes, you felt sad that you had to leave, but looking at the bright side you gained a family. The Mikaelson’s had accepted you as one of their own, since you had given up everything to save them.
Pulling you from your thoughts, a voice sounded beside you, nudging your shoulder, “Y/N.”
Turning your attention towards the voice offering him a sweet smile, “Hey, Kol.”
“Daydreaming about my brother again, are we?”
Scoffing you replied, “No. I...I was just...”
Frowning your comeback had slipped your mind, as your gaze fell upon the scene before you.
Elijah was standing next to Hayley. She had become a little too friendly towards Elijah recently, not that he cared. You had developed feelings for the noble vampire. He was your best friend, that was a relationship that you didn’t want to lose.
“I...I should go. It’s getting late.”
Kol chuckled softly, “You’re leaving already love? It’s only 9:30!”
Klaus suddenly appeared by your side, “Little witch, don’t tell me you plan on leaving so early!”
Rolling your eyes, you hugged both Mikaelson’s making your way to your car. Searching for your keys in your purse, you were too busy to notice Elijah leaning against the driver side of the car.
It wasn’t until your body collided with his, almost falling over that you looked up in confusion.
“Elijah? What’re you doing?”
“You didn’t think you could leave without saying good bye did you?”
Scoffing you rolled your eyes, pulling away from the man in front of you. He looked at you with widened eyes.
“Wh-”
Cutting him off you said, “Good-night, Elijah.”
Suddenly, your body was pinned to your car. It was your turn to look at him with widened eyes.
“Elijah...What’re you doing?”
His nose nuzzled against yours, as one of his hands rested underneath your chin and the other gripping your hip.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He questioned in a husky voice.
Closing your eyes in bliss, his hot breath could be felt dancing across your face. Your lips were enveloped by a softer pair, barely brushing against yours.
Summary: The reader is introduced to a world she never knew existed much less, fall in love with the a vampire from the original family.
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Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist
Letting out a frustrated groan, you folded your arms on the bar ledge, allowing you to lay your head on them. Your friend Cami, was setting up for the start of her shift at the bar. More often than not, she encouraged you to come with her while she did what she needed for her shift.
The sound of a light giggle filled the room.
“Finally reached that chapter I told you about.” Gliding across the room, she was quickly in front of you. “What do you think?” She questioned.
Lifting your head, you glanced at her face. Cami’s eyes had the sparkle of passion in them. Even though you both were studying two different majors, Cami still loved to talk about the differences between them.
“I think..I should listen to my mom and marry someone rich.” You groaned, bringing your hands up to your face rubbing your temples.
Cami scoffed rolling her eyes in response. “Come on, Y/N.” She cheered. “That’s why we chose the majors we did.”
“To prove everyone wrong.” You both replied in unison.
“Exactly.” She spoke as her voice was filled with excitement, softly clapping her hands together bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I can’t wait for you to meet Marcel.”
Groaning, you shook your head slightly, while you rolled your eyes. Turning your head to towards the door, you saw a tall built man staring into the bar.
“Uh, Cami?” You questioned not daring to take your eyes off of the man in the suit.
Not registering the urgency in your voice, she hummed in response.
“Cami.” You tried again.
She hummed again.
Finally caving, you turned to glance at Cami and saw she was cleaning glasses. Turning back toward the door, the mysterious man was gone. Fear quickly coursed through your veins, as you frantically looked around for him. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you gave up.
“Y/N!” Cami called, pulling a tall mysterious man behind her in the process. “This is Marcel.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Marcel greeted, offering a toothy grin, extending his hand out for you to shake.
Returning his smile you nodded, accepting his hand allowing him to shake it.
“I’ve heard so much about you.” He beamed full of excitement.
Giggling, you grinned the familiar feeling of heat rising in your cheeks could be felt.
As the night went on, you could feel a pair of eyes boring into you. Watching your every move. Glancing around the bar, everyone was far more invested in their conversations rather than watching a Y/H/C at the bar.
