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nompunhere · 3 years ago

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Guilt and Good Intentions (H/ollow K/night Vore Fic)

w-what do you mean it’s been a month and a half since my last oneshot? haha, nooooo

Characters: M/ato, Ghost Word Count: 2,834 Warnings: Minor H/ollow K/night Spoilers, Bugs, Safe Soft G/t Vore (don’t like don’t read), Minor Injury Other Notes: This could theoretically take place a while before Friend of a Friend, but it can also stand alone (and when I say a while, I mean before the events of TATG). anyway, uh, here you go

Fic under the cut

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With a light tug, the roots of the dull but hardy plant slipped free from the ashen soil of the Howling Cliffs. Though not very tasty, they were nutritious, and that’s what mattered to the foraging Nailmaster. Survival was tough out here, but Mato valued the peace that his solitude offered. He added his latest find to the bag at his hip, already looking for more as it slipped in among the vengeflies, tiktiks, crawlids, and vegetation. Some of it contained traces of Infection, but he was experienced in draining his catches to be safe for consumption.

It took a lot to feed a beetle as big as Mato, and the cliffs weren’t known to house large creatures, so to make up for it, he had to collect many smaller things. He was always careful not to over-hunt and further disturb the fragile ecosystem, but it made hunting and gathering quite a chore. At least it was something to do with his day. Though solitude brought peace, it wasn’t uncommon for that to be accompanied by boredom.

His thoughts drifted towards his brave, diligent pupil as he stepped closer to the edge of the outcropping he was searching. The little one’s visits were a wonderful disruption to the monotony of his days. He never knew when they were going to show up, but it never failed to bring a smile to his face when they did. Even if they only sat silently beside him for a time before leaving, their company was more than enough.

Shielding his eyes from the incoming wind and sand, Mato gazed out over the cliffs for anything else that looked mostly edible. He had enough to sustain him for a bit, but it never hurt to have spare rations.

Something at the very bottom caught his eye, but it wasn’t food. No, it was an oddly-shaped white blob, too reflective to fit in with all the other inhabitants of the area, with two dark spots on one side, and something that looked to be made of metal resting nearby. He squinted. Was that… his student? They weren’t moving. Well, that wasn’t good! He cursed and began to make his way down. Even if it wasn’t them, he had to be sure. His sure footing carried him down the familiar hidden paths. Still, it took longer than he would’ve liked to reach the base of the cliffs.

Upon hopping down from the last ledge, Mato looked up towards the shape he had seen, and his breath caught. He hurried over and knelt beside it. That was his pupil alright. Judging by their sprawled position and the shallow crater they made in the sand, they had fallen. Recently, if the lack of dust coating them was anything to go by.

“Little one? Can you hear me?!”

Cautiously, the Nailmaster put a hand to their chest. They weren’t breathing, at least, not perceptibly. For any other being, this would be a definite cause for concern, but Mato knew from past meditations with the little wanderer that they could go for long periods without a single hint of life and be just fine. They weren’t leaking any black particles, either, like they had once when he had caught a glimpse of them dashing out of one of the Howling Cliffs’ narrower caves, covered in injuries. The last thing of note was that they were colder than any husk would be. Past experience again told Mato that this was normal for them, as though they emitted cold rather than heat. Hopefully, all this meant that they still lived. He didn’t dare think about what it meant if they didn’t.

He sighed and gingerly picked the little wanderer up. Turning them over to check for injury, he hissed through his mandibles. At the base of their shell was a small crack. Not enough to draw hemolymph, or… whatever it was that they bled, but certainly enough to knock them out, if they got it from the fall. A glance at the ground confirmed it. There was a small rock right where their head had landed, driven into the loose dirt by the impact.

“You’ve gotten yourself into quite the mess here, huh?”

Mato shifted his pupil into one arm and retrieved their nail. The next logical step would be to bring them home so that they could recover. He looked up at the long climb that composed the way back, heaving another sigh. Getting down quickly was challenge enough, but getting back up was another story. He would need both hands for that. He looked down at his charge and considered his options.

Slinging them over his shoulder and expecting them to stay there through the whole journey was out of the question. He snorted at the very idea. He looked over his armor and cloak for other ideas. The straps that held his cloak in place might work…

An experimental tug was enough to tell him otherwise. Too tight. They were meant to fit him and his armor, and by the Wyrm, that’s what they did. It kept his cloak secure, sure, but there was hardly room to slip anything else in there, let alone a small knight. Tucking them under the ruff of his cloak presented similar problems. It would either be too loose and allow them to fall (again), too tight and hurt them more than they already were, or it would force him to hold his head at an awkward angle, which would be dangerous for climbing.

Another potential spot was the bag at his hip. Yeah, no, not there either. It was full of dead bugs, possibly Infected ones at that. He wasn’t about to toss them in with those, nor was he willing to empty the bag and make all those creatures’ deaths meaningless. He wasn’t one to put lives to waste, no matter how seemingly insignificant.

That left only one option.

Mato would really rather not resort to this, but he didn’t see any alternatives. It would be messy, of course, and most likely frightening for the little one if they were to wake up before he got home. He’d much prefer it if he were able to explain the situation to them—assure them of their safety and all that. In fact, if, under better circumstances, they agreed to let him do this, he’d probably even enjoy it. But not like this.

After slipping their nail into his bag (it could be cleaned off easily enough later), he held his student to his chest and began to murmur reassurances. They most likely couldn’t hear him, but the well-meaning beetle did it anyway, if only for his own peace of mind.

“It’s alright, we’ll get you fixed up. I’m gonna bring you back home for that, okay?” He patted their back and took in a breath. “I gotta put you somewhere until we get there, though. This may be scary, but you’ll be safe, I promise. I would never hurt you. Never…” he trailed off in a whisper.

Slowly, he held them out in front of him and looked them over once more, this time to figure out how to best go about his next action. First, Mato moved them back into one hand to lift his mask away from his face, then secured the wanderer in a gentle but firm grip, raising them above his open maw. He hesitated for only a moment before lowering them in, letting them slide feet-first toward his throat. That done, he closed his mouth, simply holding them behind loosely-closed mandibles while he steeled himself.

It struck him then just how easily they fit. They were only slightly larger than his master. It had been a long, long time since he had last taken in the Great Nailsage like this, but he remembered the feeling well. This would no doubt be similar, if not for the knight’s stillness.

Mato forced himself to stop stalling. He had to get them home to recover. He gulped once, twice, fully enveloping them in the strong muscles of his esophagus. One more, and they were sent down, a cold mass descending through his thorax. He rested a hand over his chest and focused internally, following their journey.

It was somewhat ironic; he had a whole bag of food right there at his side, and yet it was his pupil, who was very much not food, that he was sending to his stomach. He huffed out a small laugh, then cut off as he felt the telltale drop. They remained completely still, and didn’t weigh much. If not for their inherent chill, he may not have felt their presence at all. It filled him with concern.

“You’re okay, it’ll all be okay,” he said, giving them one last pat through his armor, chitin, and flesh.

With that, Mato checked that his mask was back in place and looked around to make sure the little one hadn’t dropped anything besides their nail. Nope. He turned back toward the cliffs and glanced up, sighing at how far he had to go. The Nailmaster walked forward, grabbed the first of many footholds, and began to climb. This would take a while.

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Mato was panting slightly by the time he trudged into his hut. He had high stamina compared to the average bug, what with all the training he regularly did with his greatnail, but it was still a lot of work to get all the way up the cliffs with the wind pounding at his back. He set his weapon in its usual spot by the door, followed by the sack of food he had scrounged up.

Speaking of, er, “food,” there was still no sign of life from the little wanderer in his belly. He pressed a hand into his abdomen. The hard curve of their horn confirmed that they were still there. Upon giving them his full attention again, he could tell that the area of his stomach they rested on had gone numb from the extended contact. It was hard to detect, but it felt very strange, to say the least.

Now that he was home, it was time to get his ward a comfortable place to rest until they awoke. He had reason to believe that his insides were, in fact, plenty comfortable to sleep in, but again, he didn’t want to frighten the poor being by having them wake up there. In this case, a blanket nest should work just as well. With a fresh burst of energy, the beetle set to work building one. The many pillows scattered around his hut came in handy for its construction.

About a dozen pillows and a few blankets later, Mato tucked one last cushion into place before he realized that he couldn’t make it any cozier than it already was. Funny how he had little care for the cleanliness of his own hut, but when preparing a space for his student, it needed to be perfect. The Nailmaster pulled himself back to his feet with a grunt and retrieved the sheet he had set aside. It was the least pleasant one he had—being a greyish-brown color and made of somewhat rough material, it found use as a towel far more often than it did as a blanket. That’s what it would be used for then, too.

Layering it across his hands, Mato held the sheet out in front of him and took a deep breath. His stomach muscles contracted as he began the process of bringing out the little wanderer. This part was never his favorite. The hard lump that was their shell pushed its way up his throat- Oh, wyrm, mask! He internally berated himself for forgetting about it as he hastily shoved it out of the way of his mouth. Not a moment too soon, either.

The soaked form of the knight fell into Mato’s covered hands. Quickly, he wrapped the makeshift towel around them and held the bundle to his chest to free up an arm. Once his mask was pulled back into place and he could see properly, he more carefully dried them off.

Hooking the blanket around his thumb, he lightly swiped the last traces of fluid off of their horns before laying them in the nest. Excellent. Now all he had to do was wait for them to wake up. …Probably. It felt like there was something more he could do for them, but no matter how hard he wracked his brain, he couldn’t think of anything.

Mato stared down at his pupil. Just as he was about to sit down to watch over them, he was interrupted by a growl. Right, food. He hadn’t eaten much that day, and gathering what he had had taken up a lot of his energy. As much as he wanted to keep an eye on them, it was important to take care of his own needs too. Besides, maybe they’d want something to eat as well?

He wondered what, if anything, his student ate as he grabbed the sack of ingredients and plodded off to the area he called a kitchen.

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A slight shuffle at the edge of his hearing brought Mato’s head shooting up from where it was bowed in meditation. He leaned forward in anticipation as the little wanderer before him twitched into wakefulness.

It was a slow process. On the way up, they hadn't moved at all, only minutely sliding around with Mato's more sudden movements. They were completely still over the few hours that they had been resting in his hut, too. At first, he had fussed over them, adjusting their blankets, wiping off their nail and setting it where they could retrieve it, feeling for any sort of breath or shift from them, mumbling his thoughts aloud, and anxiously getting up to reheat the meal he had set aside for them whenever it went cold. After a while with no response, however, he simply settled down to wait. The large beetle may or may not have dozed off a few times.

Now though, the little ghost started to sit up, putting one hand to their head and struggling to support themself on the other.

"Here, here, it's alright," Mato murmured as he helped them get situated. He soothingly rubbed their back, free hand hovering nearby. "How are you feeling, my pupil? That was quite a long fall back there, or so it appeared. Would you like something to eat? I made a, uh, a stir-fry, that's what we'll call it. I can reheat it for you, if you like. Does that sound good? Is there anything you need?"

The only response to the Nailmaster's rambling was a blank stare. The knight had gone completely motionless once more. Mato's hand stilled and he glanced to the side.

"Um-"

Before he could say anything else, they shook their head and jerked to a stop when it made them dizzy. Hunched with their head in their hands, they looked ever so small. Mato couldn’t help but pull in closer to comfort them. “Okay, there isn’t, that’s okay. Are you sure?”

This time, they looked back at him and gave a slow but certain nod. From there, they noticed their nail beside them and returned it to their back, then turned to face him a bit more and continued staring. Mato scooted back to give them some space. It was at this point that the beetle considered telling them how he got them up the cliff. It… wasn’t strictly necessary to disclose that information, but they deserved to know, didn’t they? A lie of omission was still a lie, and Mato didn’t like lying. On the other hand, it might scare them, and again, they didn’t really need to know. All that mattered was that he got his student home safely. The means weren’t too important, so long as no one got hurt, right?

As he thought about that, the little wanderer’s gaze drifted downward, evidenced by the tilt of their head. From meeting his eyes (he assumed, anyway) to slightly below that. He wasn’t given much time to wonder what that meant before they looked away, shifted, and climbed forward out of the blanket nest to stand in front of him.

Mato huffed and returned his pupil’s stare. They seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, they rushed forward, grabbing him in a hug.

“Oh!” Shocked, it took the Nailmaster a few seconds to return it. He barely got his arms around them before they slipped away from his hold. That was a shame. He loved hugs.

The little wanderer gave him one last glance, unsheathed their nail, and ran through his front door. He called out a quick farewell, stuttering off into a surprised laugh when they sat on the bench in his entryway for approximately 2 seconds before hopping back off and rushing outside. How odd. They were a strange being, but Mato was glad to have them as his student.

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Do they know what he did? Mmmmmmmaybe. Who knows? Mato might just be worrying over nothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Next up will probably be the other Oro and Tiso fic I mentioned a bit ago, and then idk. I’m still working on a multi-chapter TATG fic and the bee comic. I can’t be certain what order I’ll get things done in, or how long it’ll take.

Thanks for reading! Feedback is greatly appreciated, and criticism is accepted, so long as it’s constructive/respectful. Asks are open.

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#soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #vore fic #my writing #tw bugs #hk vore #fandom vore

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elejah-wonderland · 6 years ago

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Love Hurts/8

Fanfiction

Part 8

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Y/N received a letter from a lawyer from New Orleans that she had inherited a part of an Estate. She went there to find out if it true. There she will meet two brothers, who also part own the property, Elijah and Klaus Mikaelson.

a/n: This is a very long part. I hope you will enjoy it. Thanks so much for reading. I so appreciate it. xoxo

the song featured at the end is Jeito de Mato by Paula Fernandes. It is what Y/N listens in the scene at a friend’s house - but it didn’t fit in there. I just love that song and well - fits in this story. :D

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @goddessofthunder112 @captainshurley @elejahforever @hides2000

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Y/N jetted off to Rio de Janeiro to see her parents as she had planned. The emotional goodbye with everyone in New Orleans was still deeply seated in her. She made such good friends in such short span of time and every one of them were sad to see her go. Including Elijah, though she had not seen him after their conversation at the Ball, as he went to the city not long after.

She went straight from the Plantation house to the airport, and as she waited for the taxi to take her to the airport she said to Klaus-

" Can you tell Elijah"- she stopped there- she actually wanted to say not to be mad at me -but she said-"a goodbye hug for me. He left early and he is not answering his phone."

"Sure. It's like really mad that you will not say goodbye to him- but I guess Cami and work just -" - Klaus sighed, not quite understanding why his brother didn’t say goodbye to Y/N properly.

"Yeah. Ok."- the heard the taxi pull in-"this is me."

Andrea and Jackson now came from the study, which now actually was the Estate office.

She gave each of them a warm hug and waving a little at them got into the taxi.

Klaus and the rest of them looked with some sadness set in their souls.

"I remember when I saw her sitting here on the porch like she was some kind of lost girl."- Jackson said.

"Yeah, it's like she descended from above and in no tim shuffled up all our lives. I am seriously going to start to believe that my aunt's witch had something to do with it."- Klaus said.

"Seriously, you are gonna start believing in juju."- Andrea said looking at Klaus.

"It was some kind of juju, because - we were in ruins. And look at all she managed to do in the time she was here. It it is not some kind of juju, I don't know what it is."- Klaus said.

And as he turned to the porch, for a second his soul seemed to froze - he could swear he saw the ghost of his aunt standing there.

He turned to Andrea and Jackson, who now started talking about the work agenda. He looked quickly back at the porch again and there was nothing. He shook his head slightly to brush away the silly thought of jujus and the witch and his aunt's ghostly apparition.

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Rio de Jaineiro, Brazil, Airport

Miranda and Greyson waited at the arrivals gate and Y/N went straight into their warmhearted embrace, emotionally bursting out-

"Oh, how I missed you."

"Oh, dearest girl, we missed you too, so much!"- both Miranda and Greyson said back.

There was so much they had to catch up on and it started immediately after they got into the taxi. The most delicate part of the conversation about her adoption happened later that evening in the flat, Miranda and Greyson rented out. It was a very emotional countenance of how her biological mom picked them to be her parents.

"She said that she was not ready to be a mom, and that her boyfriend was an abusive guy, involved in drug trafficing. And that she just needed to get away. We thought at one point that she may have seen something she shouldn't, at least, that is how it sounded like. She was desperate to get the paperwork done and leave. And as soon it all went through, she left and we have never heard of her again."- Miranda explained.

"And- I know it sounds terrible, but we didn't care. We concentrated on you and giving you a good life. We could not have children and - you came to us like a special gift. We were so wrapped up in you that nothing else mattered."

"Until Dahlia came, right?"- Y/N said.

Both Miranda and Greyson nodded a little.

"I - thought about everything so much when I was there, and - I get you. You wanted to protect me."- Y/N said.

"True. And we didn't want anything to disrupt your life, our life with you."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Miranda sighed a little now. They could not lie to Y/N and told her that they didn't plan to.

"We had discussed it. Many times, especially when Dahlia Mikaelson left, but it - never seemed to be a right moment."- Greyson said.

Miranda now took hold of Y/N's hands-"Please don't think ill of us."

"How can I think anything bad of you? You gave me everything. I could never want better parents, but- forget it. "

"No, this has to be addressed now that it is out on the table."- her dad said.

"I'd like to know more about my mom. And grandma. All the time in New Orleans I tried to find out more, but there was not more than what Dahlia knew already. My - biological mom is somewhere out there- and - ahm I would like to find her. I just do. I am sorry, but-"

"We understand."- Miranda said and Greyson agreed.

"We will try. But now, show us the website and the Plantation."- Miranda wanted to see more of the Mikaelson house, and the people she had spent three months with."

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Andrea sent Y/N the photos from the Ball. And from the vast number of them, she picked one out and gazed at it for a while.

Her heart quivered and now she run her fingers over his image with love, placing a little kiss on it with her finger. She then closed the photo folder and replied to Andrea's e-mail, thanking her for sending all the photos and other news. She told her a little bit about how she was doing, writing actually more about Rio and sending her some of her photos of her holiday in the city. One of them her paragliding, then trying to do some work, but she was actually asleep with the laptop on her, and then one with Grayson and Miranda.

She then wrote asking about how things were going and how everyone was doing?

And so the e-mail between her and Andrea went on. Andrea reporting on the work, as well as what was going on with the others.

Some time after

And Andrea wrote back-

"Hey there,

Can you believe it's been like three months since you left. I can't believe it. Our diary of events and people coming to see the house is full till next spring. We are really busy. Guess what, everyone is missing you. Hope is constantly asking when you are coming back. And I told her that you will come and visit us again, but now that you need to spend time with your mom and dad, and your other friends. Klaus and I have come to some kind of arrangement that Hope spends time with me whenever I go free time, which now is not pretty scares, but Mary brings her to the Plantation house over and so I got to see her often. Klaus is now actually directing the play as Abby broke her leg and is on bed rest, and it looks like he and the producer are hooking up. Caroline is her name, I think. Jackson and I saw them together at Rousseau’s and they came out of the back room all ruffled up. Anyway, - ahm- I don't see Elijah at all. He is with Cami most of the time, and has a new project he is working on with Gaspar. Also, he got a new lawyer to work on the custody case, and went to see Marcel Jr. for a week or so. Cami is going to a special rehab and the doctors said that she will walk again. I also got big news and the biggest is that I am pregnant. Well, Jackson and I- are back together. It's like we were never apart and - it's just so great that I can't even describe it. Mary is over the moon. She told me to send you special greetings from her. That's it from me today. I hope you have fun in Brazil.

xoxo,

Andrea."

Y/N was happy to read about everyone. She now wrote to Andrea:

"Hey,

I sam o happy for you and Jackson- and the baby this is such great news. The Cami news are just beyond great. I hope the new lawyer gets the custody thing sorted for Elijah. He deserves it. Oh, I can imagine Klaus changing things with the play and that Abby has to be there even if they have to carry her. I thought that he would fall for Caroline. Oh, I read about her boyfriend cheating on her. Well, she consoled herself with Klaus pretty quick. Hahaha. And now -awww, sweet little Hope. Love her so much. She is such a sweet girl. A special hug from me. So, glad you are seeing her now on a regular basis. I think of all of you all the time. Maybe I will find time to visit when I get back to the States.

Tomorrow, I am going out to a coffee Plantation here. My parents made friends with a Professor here and they are hosting a big party in their house. I am having a great time here in Brazil, and staying with my parents has been so good. This place is magical and I wish I don't have to go back. But, soon my parents are going away to Argentina to do some more research and I have a job lined up at the college for the next term. Give my love to everyone. I can't single out anyone, so to every one a warm hug from Rio.

xoxo,

Y/N."

She pressed the send button and closing her tablet, now went to get ready to pack as they were spending the weekend on the Plantation outside of Rio de Jaineiro.

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In New Orleans, Elijah sat down to write something on the computer for work and on the right hand corner looked a folder with the photos of the Ball, he had downloaded as Andrea sent it to him as well, and he had not opened them since. He didn't cope well with Y/N leaving, nor her words that all was just an adventure for her. He tried terribly hard to shove everything under the mental carpet and continue. Any mention of the Plantation house and how well it was doing by Klaus, made him think of Y/N. His heart remained hers. And he battled it every day. Today was exactly two months to the day that made love, that they declared their love. Was it just one of those things? It didn't make sense. She didn't seem like someone who played with people's feelings. He vividly remembered her look of love that afternoon, the kisses she bestowed on his lips.

He now opened the folder and browsed through the photos. Stopping at one-

He remembered the way she looked at him as they clinked with their glasses. It was not just for great accomplishment, there was more.There was love. Or was it? But the memories burnt him still like the wildest fire, keeping his heart alight.

He closed the folder and walked out of the office, too cool his heart and suppress his memories.

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In Brazil, on the Plantation house

Y/N got out of the bathroom, feeling profoundly sick.

Her mother was worried about her and now told her to lay down as she went to ask if someone can make a cup of tea for Y/N.

"I am ok. Maybe it's just the change of water of food. I' ll be fine."

"Well, we are going back tomorrow. You you should see a doctor."- Miranda said.

"I need some fresh air. Come on, let's go out, and sit a bit."

Miranda agreed reluctantly.

And as the tea was served on the porch, actually all the time she was at the Plantation she could not think of anything but the Mikaelson, especially that one brother in particular. That evening, as it was their last there, the family made a nice dinner and two of their friends brought guitars and the song played right to Y/N's heart.

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At the same time, well, actually two hours difference- Elijah drove in the Mikaelson Plantation house.

Jackson greeted him as he got out of the car saying-

"Long time no see."

"Too busy. Just can't get away. How is going here?"- Elijah said as they walked into the house.

"Good. Really good."- Jackson replied.

"Uncle Elijah"- Hope ran out to him from the office.

"Hey you"- Hope gave Elijah a hug.

Andrea got out of the office greeting Elijah as well- "Ha, just in time for putting up the photo portraits of you, Y/N and Klaus"

"What photo portraits?"- Elijah said.

"We had some made and we are putting them in the Salon."- Andrea said-"to mark the day the Ball was held as well as the opening the House Museum. This is all about history and you three made history."

And there was her portrait making him stop and look like hypnotized.

"We thought we put you and Klaus separately, as you didn't show up for the photo shoot."- Andrea continued.

"They turned out perfectly."- Andrea said.

��"They have."- Elijah agreed.

Klaus now joined them, as he had got there earlier with Hope, surprised to see Elijah-

"You're here?"

"I just- had a couple of days off. Cami is gone with her uncle to that rehabilitation hospital to New York, so, I thought, I should see how things are here."

"We are done for the day."- Andrea continued then said-"see you tomorrow."

She and Jackson then left. Hope went to the garden.

"A Bourbon?"- Klaus suggested.

Elijah nodded his glance once again disappearing to Elena's portrait.

As Klaus poured them a drink he came up to his brother and now looking at portrait himself said-

"You miss her, too?"

Elijah was quiet sipping his drink.

Klaus was not letting go-

"You fell in love with her, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about?"- Elijah tried to hide his feeling, his tone too dismissive, and Klaus was not buying.

"I didn't really wanted to bother you with it. But, every time anyone mentions Y/N, you just shoot off or you change the subject. Also, I wondered why you left the Plantation so early that morning after the Ball. I thought that it was because of Camille, but then, it is really odd that you would not come and say goodbye to her like we all did. Something happened, didn't it?"

Elijah now looked at his brother, his eyes somewhat darkening, but he could not hide what was the obvious truth.

"Yes, we- were together. We- it just all- happened so- anyway, it doesn't matter. It was all just a fling for her. I'd like you to keep it to yourself. I don't want Cami finding out."

"Fling, you say? Knowing Y/N, it somehow doesn't seem to be right. She is not a one- night stand girl."

"What do you know? She just came from nowhere, and she just had her fun."

"Elijah, do you hear yourself? What are you talking about? Look what she had done for us. We were nobody to her, and she got her heart out and got us out of shit. Something tells me you hurt her, and she was gone from one day to the next."

"Can we just drop it."- Elijah shouted back at his brother-"I don't wanna talk about Y/N, see her or know anything about her. I don't know why I even came out here"- he stormed out .

"Elijah, wait."- Klaus went after him.

But Elijah was too angry, too hurt, too - everything and he now got in his car and drove off.

"Damn everything!"- Klaus said pissed off.

Were they ever gonna get a break in this family?- he thought.

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A few days after, in Brazil, in a medical center

Y/N and her mother now sat down in the consultation room, and the doctor now folded the results and said the following-

“You are pregnant”

Y/N shook her head and then said to the doctor-

"Are you sure?"

"Here are the blood results. Read it for yourself. You are 12 weeks pregnant."- the doctor replied.

Y/N took the paper and read the translation in English, and then passed it to her mom.

"It says it clearly."- Miranda said looking at Y/N.

As it sank in, Y/N smiled a little, even though she was gobsmacked to say the least. It was the last thing she ever expected would happen. Y/N now stood up and thanked the doctor. Miranda followed her lead and as they got out of the medical center, they went to the car and before setting off Miranda looked at Y/N and asked if she was all right.

"I am. It is a shock, because- well, we just-"- she looked at Miranda now and continued-"It's Elijah's."- she would tell her mom everything and never beat around the bush about anything ever and what was the point of keeping the truth of the father to her family.

"Elijah Mikaelson?"- Miranda said.

"Well, he is the only Elijah I know."- Y/N said with a slight joking tone.

"So, you two- had a thing?"- Miranda asked-"Not that I am judging you, or- he is good looking, I can see that."

"Yeah, we had- a thing. Well, it's actually complicated."

"How so?"- Miranda wanted to know, and tried to be cool about it.

And then Y/N told her mom all about her and Elijah, how she fell for him and how they got together, and Camille, and the faithful accident on the day.

Miranda didn't know what to say to it. She could see the way Elena's eyes shone when she spoke about Elijah. She was still in love with him, that was obvious. And, she tried to put things in perspective, and she did understand how and why Elijah could not abandon Camille, but as mother, her first instinct was to be protective about her child-

"I get how things happen in the heat of passion, but - he should have first deal with his relationship. I hope he is the good man you describing him to be and take responsibility for his actions."

"Mom, of course he will. Look, how good he has been with Camille and - "- Y/N stop there as she wanted to tell her mom about him fighting a custody battle with his ex wife, and then thought that her mom would not see the goodness in Elijah, but actually a man with a very messed up life.

"And what?"- Miranda now looked at Y/N seriously. She that there was more and she now urged Y/N to tell her everything.

Y/N then told her mom about the custody battle. Miranda was not pleased.

"You were not kidding when you said complicated. I don't know understand how you fell for him."

"He is sweet, warm and loving."- Y/N said-"there has been a lot of trouble and pain in their lives, but he is a good man."

Miranda knew that if she said anything bad about Elijah now, she would push her daughter away from herself and that was the last thing she wanted. So, she backed down and now suggested they went for lunch and meet up with her dad. For the most important thing was to be there for Y/N and support her, no matter what. But she was not happy that Elijah was the father.

"Please be happy for me."- Y/N said-"I didn't plan any of it, but it is great, it really is."

"After all you are a grown woman. I have said that I will always be there for you, for anything. But I will not hide the fact that I wished it was different. That you got married and started a family with someone. It may sound so very old-fashioned, but I just-"

"I know what you mean, but- we can't have everything planned out. Some of us- can't. And this baby will be happy and loved."- Y/N said.

"Oh, I am so very sure of that."- Miranda said and then took her phone and called Greyson telling him where to meet them.

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In New Orleans, Mikaelson house

"Are you getting your backpack?"- Klaus said to Hope, who went out of the kitchen to get ready for him to take her to school.

It was business, or better, life as usual in the Mikaelson house, well, life as it was before Y/N came in their lives. They were in complete discordance once again. Elijah went out early and returned late. Klaus was busy with the theater, but he found time to be with Hope. They barely sat down as a family for a meal together. The only difference was that they had no money worries. But things were not right, to say the least. And although Mary was happy about Jackson and Andrea getting back together and expecting a baby, she was very unhappy about her Mikaelson family she loved the same as her own.

And whenever she was troubled, she would go to talk to - the picture of Esther and Dahlia, trying to find some kind of consolation.

"I have thought that life will be good again. And it was for a little while, but now we are back to the way things were before Ms Y/N came. If not worse. Elijah and Klaus don't even talk anymore. Well, how can they talk, when they don't see each other anymore. Elijah is not good. He is even more closed off than ever. Worse than he has been when Sabine took half of everything he ever earned, and took Marcel away. I've been to St. Louis church, and Our Lady Guadalupe, and to Miss Agnes' grave, putting flowers down for her. I don't know what to do. The boy is not good, Ms Dahlia."- she referred to Elijah-"she took his heart away, and he is a shadow of himself. Help him if you can hear me. Please. Bring her back."

That evening, after a long day of work, Gaspar asked Elijah to come for a drink with him.

"Oh, yeah, I need a drink It's been a long day. A long week."- Elijah said.

"Borrega?"- Gaspar suggested.

"Fine. I am up for some tequila."- Elijah replied.

And he let himself go. Was it a good decision to dumb the pain of his heart in alcohol. Not. But as the song played by the band said - his heart said the same-

"Keep them coming"- Elijah said to the waitress as she brought another glass of tequila to him.

"Get us the bottle"- Gaspar said-"we worked hard. One night we can party as hell."

Elijah, who never went into full party mode like Klaus would do, now was up for it. Not long after, Gia Lorenzo, his new lawyer came to the bar and they partied on.

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At Jackson's house

Jackson finished decorating the table outside in the garden of his house.

He was terribly nervous, wiping his hands of off his jeans.

"We are going now bro"- Josie said and she gave him a half-way hug-"this is perfect. She will love it."

"I just hope she says yes."- Jackson said rubbing his heands nervously.

"She loves you."- Josie said-"she said yes once before, and now it's a done deal. Stop worrying. Call you later."- Josie said.

"Thanks for everything."- Jackson said to his cousin and she replyed with a wave gesturing don't mention it.

He then lit the tea-candles and checked the flowers again.

A few minutes later, he heard Andrea's car pull up. She called out his name and he now went to meet her.

"Hey"- she said-"can you get the bags please."

He did and they walked into the house. As they put the staff on the chairs in the kitchen, Andrea smelling the recently cooked gumbo -"Oh, this smells so good. So hungry."

"Had it specially done for you."- Jackson said taking her by the hand-"come on."

"Where are we going? I want to eat first."

"And you will. Out here."

As they got now in the garden, she saw the beautifully prepared table for two and she uttered a huge wow at him.

"Come on, sit down."- he said-"I'll be back in a second."

Andrea sat down smiling happily. She knew Jackson so well, and she knew what was coming. Her eyes welled up a bit. She quickly brushed them off.

As he got back with the pot of gumbo, they started with their little romantic dinner, which ended up in Jackson's proposal, which she anticipated, but she let him proceed with all he had planned.

He took her hand and said- "Ok- ahm- sorry for being so nervous"

"It's ok"- Andrea slipped and let him continue-

"Even though you leaving broke me-there has not been a day that I didn't think of you. And I understand that losing Hayley was like losing half of you- and - huh- don't wanna make you sad"- he saw Andrea getting teary-

"You're not"

"Well- I am just gonna say it - because- if I - Andrea Lebonair, will you marry me?"- taking the ring out of his jeans.

Andrea smiled moved brushing her hand over his cheek replying wholeheartedly-

"Of course I will marry you!"

Then sealing the loving proposal with a kiss.

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In New Orleans

Too much drink was never a good friend, it was actually the devil tempting you doing things you didn't really want. And the devil now said yes to Gia and accompanied her home.

And there- Elijah succumbed to the devil inside- he now kissed Gia.

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In Brazil, Y/N finished her lengthy chat with Bonnie, and went packing.

She was taking the first flight early that morning to the States.

Miranda knocked at the door and got in-

"Are you sure you want to leave right away?"

"Yes. I have to go, and -I have to tell him. He needs to know. And whatever happens- I will - deal with it."- Y/N said.

Miranda now embraced her daughter emotionally-

"I was so lucky to get to have you as a daughter. You are the most compassionate, dearest, sweetest, strongest girl a mother could wish for."

"You and that taught me to be strong, always look forward and said that nothing was impossible, especially if you work hard. Remember when you told me once- always do everything with an open heart and - I do."-Y/N said.

Greyson heard them and now joined them in the family hug.

"We love you so much"- he said. Miranda nodded.

And then bidding her daughter emotional goodnight, they left to rest as well.

Y/N checked once more all her luggage.

A beeping e- mail alert came through and she now opened it. It was Andrea with a short but exciting message-

"Jackson just proposed! And I want you to be my bridesmaid. Please say yes. Xoxo Andrea."

Y/N wrote back elated-

"So happy for you two. Of course, I'd love to be your bridesmaid. Xoxo, Y/N."

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New Orleans, Mikaelson House, sometime around dawn

Klaus got out of the taxi and walked through the garden to get in at the back door. He stopped as his head swayed seeing his brother sitting at the garden table. He walked to him and slipped a faint hey. Elijah was ragged looking and this now alarmed his brother.

"What's happened?"- Klaus said as he sat down on the neighbouring chair.

Elijah looked up at Klaus said-

"Just- fucked everything up."

"What do you mean? Did something happen at work?"

"No. Just- HUH-"- he drew a deep breath-"I slept with Gia-"

"The lawyer?"- Klaus said.

"Do you know any other Gia?!-"- Elijah said still in a residual drunken haze.

'Oh"- Klaus exclaimed surprised at the revelation.

"I am so fucked up - I just- it's a fucking mess"- Elijah continued.

"It happens to the best of us"- Klaus now tried to play the whole thing down.

"I am not like that- I - damn tequila"

"Yeah, tequila is a devil."- Klaus remarked.

"I don't know - huh- this is a nightmare. I've never fucking- don't know what happened- this is not me. I don't do stuff like that."

"Drink and have one- night stands? True, not like you, but, let me break it to you- you are only human, Elijah, and for years you just tried to fix everything, be there for everyone, deal with the business, Sabine, Marcel Jr, me, Hope, Mary, aunt Dahlia, the houses- the list is endless."

"Only human, ha?"- Elijah looked at his brother with a glitter of complete disappointment in himself-"truly despicable one."

"Stop now. This is what we are going to do. You are going to take a week off from work- and I don't want to hear a no. I will call Gaspar and tell him. We will jet off- Mexico, how does that sound. Sun, sand and the sea. Just two of us. No tequila!"- Klaus said.

"What are you talking about? We can't just leave- how about your play?"

"That is why we have co-co- directors and- I am taking sick leave. This is an emergency- we are going and I don't care about anything except making you better."- Klaus said.

Elijah now teared up - he was at his lowest ever in his life. Klaus was right. He had always done all he could do keep everything going, always battling all the storms that hit the family.

"You will take a cold shower, have some sleep and pack. I am taking care of the tickets."- Klaus said and the brothers now went to the house, and in there, as Elijah was to get up the stairs he said-

"Thanks for everything you've said."

"Hey, it's time I give something back. Go now. I will try to find Mary's hangover recipe to mix it up for you. You will needed later."

That afternoon they jetted off to Mexico. And before they got into the taxi, Klaus gave last instructions to Mary.

"Call me only if there is some major thing regarding Hope, but anyone else we are not available."

Mary nodded in silence. She understood the gravity of the situation and welcomed Klaus' idea that they go away.

As they flew to Mexico- Y/N flew back to the States- her friend Bonnie picked her up at Richmond airport and the two women chatted about just one thing on their way to Mystic Falls- Elijah and the baby.

"Your so happy, even though, it is actually a total - mess. Sorry to say that."

"Of course I am happy. I've always wanted to have kids. And it is a mess"- Y/N sighed a little-"but it is his baby, and- I am happy that is his."

"So, you are telling him. This going to cause major shake down with Camille."- Bonnie said.

"I know, but- it is his baby, too. And - why should I keep it from him. When we slept together - we wanted to be together."

"Well, things changed. What about Camille?"

"I don't know- and I am not going to pressure him to be with us. Huh- yeah- this is such a mess, but he should be in the baby's life."

"And you will be ok with only that? Y/N, you are still in love with him!"

"I will always be in love with him. But, I hurt him. I told him that everything was just- this like adventure thing."

"Yeah, you did it to make it easier for him to be with her."- Bonnie said-"but now, everything's changed."

Y/N sighed again and looked at her friend saying-"It's a total mess."

"Understatement or what!"- Bonnie said.

"Yeah!"- Y/N agreed continuing-" OMG! I am pregnant- I am going to have a baby"- she said elated ad it sounded like it actually had just sank in. Her heart amplified with happiness, and it being Elijah's made it beyond overjoyed.

A few days later, as she had her thorough check-up with an obstetrician, she booked a flight to New Orleans.

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