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The truth in his love (Reader x Elijah Mikaelson)

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Panting loud, you dropped to your knees. Keeping a hand up so your torn clothing by your shoulder wouldn’t fall. – “S'il te plaît, épargne-moi.” – you begged as the heavy boots came in sight. Mudded with dirt, tips facing you. Slowly your gaze went up to the rugged man.

He smirked, letting the tip of his knife spin against his finger. To show you he meant business. – “You know the rules.” – he responded moving the knife down. Letting the cold edge come in contact with your cheek.

Whimpering soft, you felt the side slide teasingly down your cheek. – “You came on royal property, going against the daily amount.” – he continued pulling the knife away. – “Do you deny your crimes?” – he asked with a wicked grin.

“We are suffering!” – you called out in a rage. – “The people are suffering. People are dying of thirst and hunger. I did it to feed them!” – you shouted loud. Spitting afterwards at the man’s booths out of fury. Fury against the royals of French court who only had eyes for their own belly’s.

Turning a blind eye to their subjects suffering. The guard inhaled sharp through his nose, grabbing you firmly by the back of your hair. Pulling your head back to reveal more of your neck. His knife immediately in the ready. – “Go ahead. I’ll know I die in honour for a people, your king!” – you spatted out the title with hatred. – “neglects.” – you finished with a chuckle.

The guard inhaled deeply, tugging harder at the back of your head. – “Do you think you will die with honour, wretch?” – he lowered himself to your height. Bringing his face close to your ear. – “You will die with nothing. Die like a peasant.” – he whispered in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine.

He raised his hand with the knife, face contracting with focus. Grunting loud to strike. A sudden hit made you gasp loud. Seeing the eyes of the guard widen with confusion. His hand still hovering in the air. Hand shaking as the knife clattered to the ground. With another grunt, his body fell side-ways. Flopping with a thud down.

Gasping more, you saw the sudden man standing before you. One that had been hiding behind the guard. Turning your gaze to the guard, you saw the last bit of a handle sticking out of his back. Stabbed. The man took a step forwards, making you crawl frightfully back. – “No…no!” – you called out in a panic.

The man kept approaching making you kick your feet at him. – “No!” – shouting in repeat to make it clear to not come nearer. – “Please.” – the man answered raising his hands up to his chest. Slowly kneeling in front of you. You stopped crawling backwards, blinking confused at him.

“Are you harmed in any way?” – he asked in a gentle tone. The kind question caught you off guard. Wary of his intentions. You shook your head to answer his question. His gaze lowered on the clothing path that had fallen down. Revealing more of your bare shoulder. He reached his hand out as it made you gasp frightened.

Keeping one hand up, he gently took the edge of your clothing between his fingers. Bringing it up to cover your shoulder back up. You moved a hand there to keep it from falling down again when his hand pulled away. – “Who… who are you? Why did you save me? Are you with the king?” – you fired at him.

Wanting to have them answered quickly. The man chuckled amusingly in response. – “Those are a lot of questions for a curious one.” – he spoke settling his hands down. He pulled himself up to his feet. – “I am not with the king, I assure you that.” – he spoke holding a hand out to you.

You hesitantly stared at his hand. Unsure if you should take it. He sighed soft at your hesitation. – “I saved you because it was the right thing to do. No innocent life should be butchered.” – he went on, gesturing with his hand to you once more. Shakily you let your hand slide into his. Feeling his fingers clasp over yours.

Pulling you up to your feet with a firm tug. Stumbling forwards against his chest. – “and my name is Elijah Mikaelson.” – he finished lifting your chin up with his thumb. He wrapped an arm around you, making you turn to look at it. Seeing him deepen his touch subtly against your upper arm.

Gaze going up to him afterwards with curiosity. Elijah curled up a smile with a deep chuckle. Slowly lowering his gaze down to you as well. – “Would you like to see the world, girl?” – he asked. – “Very much.” – you replied in a husky tone, mesmerized by him.

“You are staring Y/n.” – he spoke barely looking away from wood cutting. You swallowed nervously, lowering your head with haste. Elijah chuckled before raising the axe once more. Letting it cut through wood. Splitting one into two halves. Your gaze simultaneously went back to him. Still captivated by him.

Even after so long of travelling with him. – “Do you miss home?” – you asked him. Elijah paused his cutting, looking briefly up to the skies. – “No.” – he responded, placing another wood on the block. His answer made you move uncomfortable. – “Surely some part of you must? You have been travelling for so long. Do you truly never miss home?” – you clarified letting the conversation go on.

Elijah struck the wood as the two halves dropped to each side on the ground. – “No.” – he repeated in a husky voice. Understanding his short answer, you decided to drop the subject. Yet after some silence he continued.

“Home has brought me nothing but heartache and torment.” – he went on setting the axe down against a tree. – “So why would I miss a place that has done nothing but haunt me.” – he finished, looking over his shoulder to you. – “Do you miss France?” – he asked turning more towards you. You lowered your gaze, pressing your hands between your legs. – “No…” – but that was perhaps a little lie.

“I mean… I can’t but feel an ache in my heart to see the Provence once more. To feel the lavenders between my fingers once more. The smell of fresh minted grass and the laughter of the village.” – you curled up a smile at the thought of home. Home without the mention of French court.

A king who was nothing but cruel to his subjects. Letting you suffer. Elijah had approached, coming to sit beside you. – “Does that make me a bad person?” – you questioned. Elijah shook his head, taking your hand in his. – “No, it makes you a brave one.” – he responded tugging some hair behind your ear.

“I do not miss Norway if that is what you mean.” – he went on, hinting the undertone of the conversation. – “Because of your mother?” – you asked, making him nod with a hum. – “Because of what she did to you?” – you continued, placing a hand against his chest.

Elijah shuddered out a breath, pressing his hand over yours on his chest. Exhaling soft, you pressed your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. – “You must have been so lonely. Seeing everyone around you die while you live on.” – you told him, emphasizing with his burden of being a vampire. Elijah sighed deep, tightening his grip around you.

Letting his chin rest against your head. Zoning out at the thought of losing you one day. – “But losing you I am not sure if I can.” – he spoke making you pull your head back to look at him. Staring frightened back at him. Not having occurred to you that one day you would die and he would have to move on.

Suffering from another grief for someone he cared deeply. You moved your hand up to him. Elijah took it, kissing the edge of your palm. Taking in your scent. – “Then do not let yourself suffer.” – you told him. His gaze flashed to you, his lips still very much on your palm. It took him a moment to understand what you were referring to.

This was an offering. Your hand. – “Are you certain? There is no return from this.” – he let out, letting his thumb brush down your cheek. – “Promise me you won’t leave me.” – you begged. Not wanting him to turn you and take off one day because he get’s bored with you. Elijah gave you a look of shock for even suggesting such an idea. – “Never.” – he reassured you.

It made you curl up a smile. – “If I have you for forever, I would never ever leave you.” – he breathed out. Leaving another kiss on your wrist. Hearing the pulsating of your heartbeat. You squinted your eyes shut with a whimper at the hearing of his teeth barring his wrist. He supported your head to taste his blood. To take in as much as possible.

Nearly choking on it, he forced you to go on. With a loud gasp, you breathed. His wrist being pulled away from you. You licked the last of the blood away from your lips. – “What happens now?” – you questioned, seeing a sudden sadness in his eyes. A smile on your lips, till it dropped in a matter of seconds.

Body having no control over itself as it flopped forwards onto his lap. You hadn’t heard the snap of your neck breaking for it happened all so quickly. Elijah cradled you in his lap, pulling you close to him. Rocking your body back and forth, hating this part of the process. Slowly feeling your body warmth turn cold.

Decades later, you and Elijah were still together. Both of you returning back to the car. Elijah and you standing at each side. He pulled the car door open, ready to head in as you called for his attention. – “Elijah.” – you called out, making him look over the hood to you. Curling up a smile, you thought now was a good way to surprise him.

“Jeg elsker deg så mye.” I love you so much. His eyes widened at the Nordic words coming out of your mouth. The look of shock on his face, made you drop your smile. Wonder if you had said it correctly. – “Did… did I make a mistake?” – you asked as Elijah shut the car door once more. Going around to where you were.

“If I did not say it correctly, I’m sorry. I meant to say…” – you blabbered out suddenly interrupted by Elijah cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips on you. Blinking quickly, you soon settled for the blissfulness of his kiss. Lips retrieving from each other, he stared lovingly down at you. – “You are truly remarkable Y/n.” – he let out as you had once again surprised him in ways he wasn’t aware.

You smiled, slightly tilting your head. – “Would you like me to say it again?” – you asked. He nodded as you repeated the words. Hearing them in his native tongue, one he hadn’t heard or spoken for in centuries. Smiling, he kissed you again.

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