#the tomato can elijah

[short-black-diamond]

First off, DON'T YOU DARE APOLOGIZE😡It's fine if you don't have ideas to keep going. I am very patient so I don't mind waiting even if it takes forever 🫶 writing ain't easy so I understand

Second, who the hell thought it was a great idea to talk instead of write for the exam about MATH?? HELLO?? THOSE ARE MOSTLY NUMBERS😭😭 Good luck, bubs, I salute

Third, I'm doing lovely and eating well~ I hope you are too! Nah nobody has been bullying me and if they did because I'll go feral on their arse to the point where I can bite😙

Lastly, I demand. For more. TTC Analysis. Respectfully😇 Forgot to mention that. And no I'm not gonna stop with the nicknames, love you🫶

- 🍰nom

huehehhhhh it doesn't sit right with me that you're scolding me..

But mind you my cake, I did better in the oral test then in the written one✌😭💀

I've just read the newest episode of the tomato can and I'm mad that Jamie lost...but I'll try my best with the continuation!

Also I think you didn't receive the second analysis I wrote? But I put it down there so you can read again.

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part one, part two

i don't have it in me to post more stuff because i am kinda busy rn, as always, but i will do my best. i don't think i will do more analysis, but we can all chat privately or sth idk

-your diamond <3

[theboogierat]

Little drawing i made after getting my ink pens.

He's a fun guy. Not made of mycelium. Ha ha. That was very funny.

[purple-imagines]

Bloated?

Pairing - Paul Lahote x FemaleReader

Summary - Reader starts gaining weight and the pack starts noticing

Warnings - body shaming, kissing, swearing, pregnancy, vomiting, period talk, Jacob being an ass, kinda ooc

Word Count - 3693

Masterlist

Friday, June 6th

"Em?" Y/N asked looking into the mirror at her stomach. "Does my stomach look, I dont know, bloated to you?"

"Um, yeah, maybe a little bit. I dont think it's anything to worry about though." The older woman replied, after looking at the girls stomach.

"I just feel like I'm getting fat. Paul probably notices too." She put her head down.

"Honey, that boy loves you more than anything. You're his whole world. You have nothing to worry about. He imprinted on you and he loves you. Now stop putting yourself down and help me make this food for them animals."

The girl laughed and started getting the table set.

Tuesday, June 10th

"Hm. That's weird."

"What?" Leah asked, the girl staying at her house.

"Nothing, just my period was supposed to start 3 days ago. I'm sure it's fine, this happens sometimes."

"If you're sure, and hurry up Elijah is about to kill Klaus."

Thursday, June 19th

The girl let out a groan, flushing the toilet after being woken up with the sudden urge to vomit.

Saturday, June 21st

All the girls, Emily, Leah, Kim, and Y/N, were all out shopping and having a girls day.

While Leah and Kim were looking through sets of bikinis. Y/N pulled Emily to the side.

"Em, I think I might be pregnant."

"What? Why do you think that??"

"Um, my periods late, my stomach looks bloated, and I've been throwing up. Not to mention Paul made my favorite dinner the other night and I couldn't stand the smell."

"We need to get you a test then, Hon."

***

After Leah and Kim left, Emily let Y/N go into the bathroom to take the test.

Coming out the bathroom, Y/N starts stressing. "What if its positive? What will Paul think? How do I deal with this?"

"Hey. Hey. Just breath. Let's first figure out if you're pregnant or not." Emily calmly says.

"Yeah, you're right." Taking a deep breath she starts to calm, until the timer goes off and her eyes get wide. "Can you check?"

Emily walks into the bathroom and looks at the test, coming out with tears in her eyes. "Um, yeah, you're pregnant"

"Oh mi gosh. Em, what am I supposed to do? Paul and I haven't even talked about kids. What if he doesn't want any?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Take a couple days to think, and tell Paul when you're ready."

"Thank you, Emily. You always know what to say." The girl wraps her arms around the woman.

Wednesday, June 25th

The imprints made burgers and the pack was having a cookout. Everyone was making their plates. Y/N started to make her plate putting 2 burgers, each with cheese, tomato, onion, and chili. Put a little bit of slaw on the side and some chips.

"Dang girl, you're hungry today." Embry joked, making the girl laugh.

"He's not kidding you are eating a lot more lately." Jacob grumbled.

The girl got quiet and let out a silent "oh".

"What was that? Jacob." Paul growled.

"I'm just saying look at her Paul, everyone here notices how big she's getting. Maybe she should cut back."

After hearing that the girl started to stand up. Paul grabbing her hand. "Its fine, Paul. I'm just gonna go home."

She quietly grabbed her bag and apologized for the inconvenience. "Sorry, I didn't realize I did that. You can have them." Then she walked out the house. Leah chasing after her.

"What the fuck Jacob?!" Paul yelled.

"Paul." Sam warned.

"No Sam. He called her fat, she's not fat."

"We don't need a fight to break out."

"If he didn't want a fight he wouldn't have said anything."

"Paul. Enough."

Paul was shaking horribly. Sam pushed him out the house.

"Really Jacob?!" Jared called, running after Sam and Paul.

"Why is everyone so mad? I just told her how it was. You all can see how much bigger she's getting." Jacob tried to justify himself.

"That doesn't mean that you point it out." Seth told him.

"I know you were all thinking it. Just because I have the guts to tell Paul how it is doesn't make me the bad guy."

"Maybe you should learn the whole story before you go around hurting people."

"Seth. What's that supposed to mean? Seth!"

Seth ran out the house, hoping to find Leah and Y/N.

"Embry? Even you said something."

"I was joking Jake. What you did was uncalled for." Embry scoffed.

"Come on."

"Just stop Jacob." Emily snapped, causing the three left there to widen there eyes.

"Emily. Seriously? You know she's bigger!" Jacob was getting angry.

"Yeah, Jacob. She's eating more and getting bigger, but it's none of your business!" Emily snapped again.

"What if eating so much is hurting her?"

"It's not though, Jacob."

"How do you know??"

"Jacob when she is ready you'll know. Until then shut up."

"Sorry, damn."

***

"Y/N!"

"Y/N"

"Damn, you're fast."

"What do you want Leah?" Y/N sighed as she stopped and turned around, her eyes red and puffy.

"Don't listen to Jacob. He's an asshole."

"I don't care about what Jake said."

"You do or you wouldn't be crying."

"He called me fat Leah. I've never been called that before." She started to tear up. "And it's not even that I'm fat."

"What is it then?"

"Leah...I'm pregnant."

"What!? That's great news."

"Yeah, except for the fact everyone thinks I'm a pig now."

"They do not. If anyone's a pig it's Jacob. Now come on, you need the feed that little one."

***

"Paul!"

"Calm down!"

"Shift back!"

Sam phased into his wolf.

"Paul!"

"He's such an asshole." Paul snarled.

"You need to shift back. Calm down."

"I'm going to rip his throat out."

"Paul!"

"Come on Paul. She needs you." Jared joined.

"I'm trying! I can't control it."

"Calm your thoughts. Breath."

Paul started to shift back, pulling up his shorts in the process. Jared and Sam following shortly after.

***

"Y/N/N! Are you ok? You know Jake doesn't mean to be an ass." Seth tried to reassure the girl.

The girl laughed and grabbed Seth's hands. "Yes. I'm good. Thank you for checking up on me."

It was quiet for a few moments as the trio started walking back to the house. "So..." Seth piped up. "Does she know?"

Leah gasped. "What?! Know?! You told Seth before you told me!"

"He wasn't supposed to find out! He walked in on me having a meltdown about Paul." Y/N defended herself.

"Shit." The girl squeaked. "Paul! He's going to be asking questions. What am I supposed to tell him! I'm not ready. I just found out myself. I need to process this more. Stupid Jacob and his stupid big mouth!"

"Hey! Hey. Just breathe. Paul will understand if you don't want to talk." Leah reassured.

"Are you sure? Because Paul-"

Seth cut the girl off. "She's sure Y/N/N. He wouldn't pressure you into telling him something you don't want to. Now let's go eat I'm sure Little Bit in there is starving."

Both girls let out laughs.

"Um, guys, actually I was just going to go home. I don't wanna face Jacob's apologizes right now."

"Y/F/N you need to eat." Leah demanded.

"Just bring me something when you're finished? Please."

Leah sighed, knowing she wasn't changing the girls decision. "Fine. But you better eat everything I bring you."

"Pinky promise." She held up both her pinkies to Seth and Leah, Seth grabbing her pinky with his, giggling. Leah rolled her eyes, but nevertheless did the same.

"And..." The girl trailed. "Tell Paul that I took his truck. And that I'm ok?"

"So needy." Leah joked, dragging the 'y'.

"But fine I can do that."

"Thank you! You two are the best!"

"We know." They both said at the same time, causing the trio to laugh.

***

Back at home, the girl, took off her shoes and changed into pajama shorts and one of Paul's shirts.

Turning on her and Leah's favorite show to watch, 'The Vampire Diaries'. It was nice to watch people play supernatural creatures. Got their minds off of the real ones that loomed outside.

***

"Finally!" Was the first thing Leah and Seth heard as they walked through the door into Emily's and Sam's.

"Where's Y/N?" Was the second.

Leah was the one to tell Paul the situation.

"So, you just let her leave?" Paul said.

"Yes. She is a grown woman Paul." Leah retorted.

"She didn't even eat."

"I told her I would bring her something."

"I think I should go over there."

"No, you shouldn't." Sam butted in.

"And why not?!"

"Because Paul you just shifted you don't need to do that around her."

"I wouldn't hurt her." Paul glared.

"That's not the point. I said no and my answer is final. You will not go over to Y/N's tonight." Using his alpha voice, making Paul growl and leave the table.

***

"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad Sam did that?" The girl let out to her best friend.

"Yes!" Leah exclaimed.

"I just- I don't know what I would say to him."

"Your fear of confrontation is peeking through."

"Leah! This is serious."

"And I'm being serious. Paul deserves to know."

"I know. I'm just..." The girl let out a sigh. "Scared."

"You should never be scared with him. He looks at you like you're his sun. The thing that is keeping him alive."

"What if he doesn't want a baby? What if this is the one thing he can't handle with me." She whispered.

"That boy would love to start a family with you. The timing may not be ideal, but I've seen the way he looks at you. I saw the way he looked at you before the imprint. You are his literal everything and not just because fate decided you were destined. You were meant to have forever with each other way before fate decided it."

Y/N had tears in her eyes by the time Leah had finished. "I really needed that Leah." She sniffled. "I guess, sometimes, my insecurities take over. I've just been so scared, with the vampires and Bella. There's no time for a baby. Not in his life. He already has so much on him. Why do I need to add more?"

"Quit putting yourself down. You know you come first, when it comes to anything with Paul. A baby is not a burden, or something that just adds pressure. A baby can bring joy and bring people together. Maybe that's what we all need right now."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"No maybe about it. I am right."

"Oh so modest." The girls giggled.

Thursday, June 26th

Awoken to heavy knocks on the front door, both girls growned, having stayed up most of the night talking.

"Y/N. Get the door." Leah grumbled.

"Why me?" The girl whined.

"It's your house."

"You kept me up all night."

"You mean you kept me up all night."

"No."

"Just open the door."

"Fine." She whined, pushing herself out of bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand that read 8:07 am.

Stomping to the door, grumbling profanities the whole way. She pulled the door open only to be greeted with-

"Paul?"

"Hey! I couldn't sleep without making sure you were ok. Jacob was an asshole. He never should have said those untrue things. I love your body and you should too. I think you're beautiful, inside and out. I don't care that you can eat two burgers, I love a woman that can hold her food. Yo-"

"Paul." She cut him off. "As sweet as this is, can we do it later? I'm sorry. Leah kept me up until 5 this morning and all I wanna do is curl up and take a hundred year nap."

"Yeah. Yeah. Of course. Want a cuddle buddy?" A smirk slowly rising on his face.

"You know I could never turn you down." She grinned pulling him inside and onto the couch.

***

By the time the girl woke Paul was already gone, a note in his place, telling her he had patrol but would be back after.

Leah was gone too, so the girl assumed the pack needed her as well.

Grabbing some clothes, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

***

After a much needed shower, Y/N looked out the window and noticed Paul's truck still in the driveway and his keys still on her nightstand.

Grabbing the keys, and getting in the truck, she started her drive to Emily's.

***

"Hey Em." She called, walking inside.

"Heyyyy." Said girl peeked her head out the kitchen. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok, nothing stressful about that sentence at all."

"Have you told Paul?"

"Diving right in, I see." She muttered.

"Huh?" Emily called from the kitchen.

"Oh! Uh- no I haven't."

"Do you know when you're going to? Because I think you should soon, it'll make all this doubt you have go away."

"I don't know. Soon though, promise!"

Tuesday, July 7th

Everyone was gathered around Emily and Sam's table, laughing and joking around. Well, everyone except Jacob he was upset with Bella, which made him brood.

Y/N sat beside Paul, occasionally stealing the tomatoes off his plate, he always put them to the side for her to grab because they were her favorites and he wasn't that fond of them.

Going unnoticed by the pack and the imprints, everytime she'd take one Jacob would roll his eyes and scoff.

Grabbing the last one of Paul's plate and about to put it in her mouth she was stopped by Jacob's rude voice.

"Are you serious?" He scoffed.

Everyone looked around confused as to what his sudden outburst was about.

"Everything ok, Jacob?" Emily asked.

Jacob let out a little laugh and clicked his tongue.

This time Y/N spoke up.

"Are you upset, Jacob?"

"Me? What? No." He paused. "I do think Paul should be though."

"Why would Paul be upset?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because his girlfriend has already had more than enough, but she's still eating. And not just that but taking it off his plate. Do you really need that much food Y/N? All it does is make you fatter, which is definitely not something you need. If anything you need to exercise more." He spat at her.

His outburst caused Kim and Emily to let out gasps. Jared and Paul standing up.

Paul had his mouth open about to say something but before he could Y/N interrupted.

"Paul. It's fine. He can feel the way he feels. I'm just gonna go home."

"No you're not." Emily piped in. "Jacob if you could please leave."

"What?" Jacob exclaimed.

"I asked if you could leave, I expect you to use respect in my house and until I see you give some to Y/N I want you to leave."

"She's not even apart of the pack."

"She's an imprint. We are apart of this pack, now are you gonna apologize or did I need to get Paul to escort you out?"

Jacob scuffed, "I'm sorry I called you fat, it may be true but it was not nice of me to say."

Paul was fuming, "I accept your apology"

"No she doesn't." Paul vented.

"Paul, it's fine I don't wanna cause a fight."

"You're not causing the fight. He is."

"He apologized. That's enough. Let's finish eating, then I have to tell you something."

***

"You wanted to tell me something?" Paul said, as he drove them home.

"Can it wait? I'm really tired and just wanna go to sleep."

"Of course, Sweetheart." He kisses her temple.

Thursday, July 9th

"I'm telling him."

All three girls let out simultaneous screams.

"Finally!" Emily exclaimed.

"Took you long enough" Leah joked.

"I still can't believe you're pregnant." Kim gasped.

"Well maybe I should wait a little longer, maybe until August?" Y/N let out a cheeky grin.

"No!" All three girls yelled.

The guys were on patrol and the imprints had the house to themselves. There was a knock at the door.

The girl laughed as she got up to get the door.

"Are you expecting anyone?" Leah questioned Emily.

"No." Emily whispered out.

"Y/N don't answer that." Leah called.

"Guys I invited someone." Y/N answered back.

"Who? We're your only friends." Leah joked.

Y/N opened the door, only for Bella to be standing awkwardly on the other side.

"Hi! Come in. Come in."

"No." Leah deadpanned.

"I thought it would be nice. Jacob really likes her."

"Why do you care what Jacob thinks? He's an ass."

"He wasn't always one. And a friend of Jake's is a friend of ours."

"Well, I think it was nice of Y/N to invite Bella. Make yourself at home Bella, the guys shouldn't be back for a while so it's just us girls. Right now we're just talking but later we're baking!" Emily clapped.

"Ok." Bella squeaked out.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Kim." She introduced herself.

"Bella." She said and waved.

"Well sit down, come on." Emily waved her over. "You ok if we still talk about.."

"Of course! As long as you promise not to tell the guys." Y/N put on her best serious face and looked Bella dead in her eyes.

"I barely talk to them."

"You can't tell Jacob."

"I won't tell Jacob."

"Ok..well I'm pregnant, the baby is Paul's and I haven't told him yet."

"Omg. Congratulations."

"Thank you! I'm kinda in this adrenaline thing right now and I'm hoping it won't wear off by the time Paul gets here." The girls giggled.

"So. Boys!" Emily exclaimed. "Jared?"

"We're really good. He's the greatest. The other day he tried to make me breakfast in bed, he got up really early, my parents were out of town, word of advice Em, never and I mean ever let Jared in the kitchen. It was sweet though he brought me fried eggs and bacon, only all of it was black." Kim laughed at the memory. "And I have a burnt spot on the wall in my kitchen, he still won't tell me what happened."

"He's such a klutz."

"But he makes it so adorable!"

The girls laughed at how in love she was.

"I already told y'all all my boy struggles." Y/N threw her hands up. "What about Sam?" She wiggled her eyebrows, causing the girls to let out giggles.

"Sam is..." Emily let out a sigh, "Sam is perfect. The wedding is soon, as you all know. But enough about me I wanna know about your love life Leah. Oh, and Bella would you like anything to drink, we've got wine and water, sorry not much."

"I'm good. Thank you." Bella muttered, still awkward.

"Leahhhh. Love life. Go." Emily may be a little tipsy.

"Can't talk about something that's non-existent."

"Leah don't lie. We're all friends here." Y/N blurted out.

"Fine. I did meet this girl....but that's all I'm saying!"

Emily and Kim let out pouts while Y/N laughed, maybe letting them have wine was a bad idea.

"You." Emily pointed at Bella.

"Me?" Bella questioned.

"Yes. How's your vamp?"

"Oh, um- he's nice, I guess."

"No. I need more than nice."

"He's really good at dancing." Bella shrugged.

"I need more." Emily begged.

Maybe Bella should of said yes to that wine.

***

It had been a good four hours and 4 out of 5 of the girls were more than tipsy. The 5th one just laughing her ass off at her friends.

The guys were in for a surprise when they came in. There was flour everywhere. In places where flour shouldn't be.

The girls were sitting in a circle in the kitchen, giggling, waiting on their cookies and brownies and muffins to be done. They got a little over board.

Then the door opened and the girls went silent. Sam walked through the door to be met with flour and baking ingredients all over the table and counters, along with 3 empty bottles of wine. He could hear whispers in the kitchen.

"Maybe if we stay really quiet they won't realize we're here." Emily whispered. The other girls giggling. "Shhhhh."

Sam peered over into the kitchen, watching the five girls huddle down, not noticing he was there. Hearing the guys he quieted them letting them look.

Emily peered up seeing the guys watch them causing her to squeak and the other girls to look up.

Each guy had an amused look on his face, watching the girls.

"Welp, grab one." Sam called.

Sam scooped Emily up into his arms, causing her to let out of squeal.

Jared did the same to Kim, and Jacob to Bella. Seth grabbed his sister, and Paul grabbed Y/N.

"Paul, wait, I have to tell you something" Y/N said. "I'm not drunk. I can't even drink."

He took the girl and sat her down outside. She stood in front of him, and he gave her a look to continue.

Hearing loud noises coming from the house, they both looked over only to see all four girls watching them with wide grins on their faces.

"What is happening?" Paul asked, with a confused smile.

In the background you could hear the girls screaming with excitement.

"Here goes nothing. Paul..."

"Yes."

"I'm pregnant."

Paul's face was pure shock, all the girls in the background screaming and cheering.

"We're gonna have a baby?"

"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby. It's why I've been getting bigger, as Jacob so kindly reminds me."

"I'll kill him if you want me to."

"I know you would."

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why is the leech lover here?"

"I invited her. She's actually really nice. I get why Jacob likes her."

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby."

"Me neither."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 I Choose Me. —

Elijah Mikaelson x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

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↳ 𓆰 Fatalitysficbakery multifandomed &&’ oc menu #2 𓆪.

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To be an elder Mikaelson sibling you had to be strong, resilient...patient. You have to be ready for anything, your back mustn't touch the wall lest the foundation crumbles and you are right back where you started. ... Sacrificing anything to provide your family with everything. Anyone.

And that's when the lines get blurred and you start to question if family is even a thing that exists, is there a family at all if you're at each other's throats, a dagger just itching to imbed itself in your poor beloved siblings, but do they deserve it? Had they ever not?

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Elijah Mikaelson was a very stubborn individual when he needed to be, he had to be if he were to keep his family safe from any and every threat posed to them. To be a Mikaelson was to command respect the second you should enter any room. The quarter was growing more tense by day and there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep his people alive and healthy.

Elijah believed in the principles of familial relationships, they meant everything to him, if he had to lose it all he would do so all in the name of saving his family, he had done so before and he'd do it again.

That didn't mean family was easy, nothing about being a Mikaelson was anywhere near. Being an Original vampire was something that came with a target on your back, especially with so many bridges built and then subsequently burned, bodies left behind, and bloodshed.

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Niklaus Mikaelson was a testament to how complicated family ties could be. A product of adultery and lust, condemned to a lifetime of abuse, and far far worse when the truth is exposed his claws begin to lengthen, and the first hybrid is born. Vampire and Werewolf.

The man he thought was his father shuns him, calls him a beast, a bastard, hunts him to the ends of the earth armed with a white oak stake to take his life more times than can be counted in one therapy session. So the hatred and anger...It festers. Brews. Until a beast is truly born, one that takes on his 'father's' traits more and more by the day and still...Elijah has hope for his brother, and in some ways, he envies him, in one very specific sense of the word.

You see, vampires cannot procreate but werewolves, they can and do. Niklaus is a hybrid with a penchant for an affair or two, such is one case with a little wolf so special she held Elijah's heart in her hands from the moment they met even as she'd carried his younger brother's child.

And that brings us to Elijah's sudden hesitation on his principles, his own rules becoming sour on his tongue when he thinks about them any further.

When baby Alyssa was born, her mother and father barely got a moment with her before she was sent off with Cami to be kept safe when the factions started going to war, and the witches specifically had taken a liking, more so a hatred—to the first hybrid having a child they were told he could use as a weapon to make more like him. They needed to kill her.

Instead, the family killed her. As far as anyone knew baby Alyssa had died an hour after she was born, mourned by Y/n, the wolves, the Mikaelsons, hell the entire town felt the loss. Others were happy to be rid of the potential threat.

Only the trusted knew the child was still alive, but her loss in the household was felt nonetheless...especially by Y/n. The birth was traumatizing, she'd been murdered, her baby had been kidnapped, and she'd woken up feeling brand new. — A hybrid.

When they'd gotten Alyssa back before Genevieve completed the ritual, she knew she'd sacrifice anything for that little girl, even if it meant handing her over to Cami and being away from her.

It was for the better.

Elijah had held her tightly in his arms as she sobbed into his chest after they'd returned to the compound without her daughter.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

It was midnight in the compound when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. Despite himself, he feels a smile tug at his lips, he knew it had to be only one person and it took everything in his bones not to snatch the door open just to see her face a little quicker, but he refrained.

Met with those familiar almond-shaped caramel eyes, a deep brown freckled complexion framed with sandy brown butt-length soft locs, lips parted slightly suggesting she was just about to call for him when he opened the door turning her cheeks a rosy pink when she's caught, there's a hint of amusement in his eyes which begin to wander her being, noting the ponytail her locs are in, to the oversized shirt she wore to her glasses sat on her nose and the expression that told him she'd just woken up.

"Y/n." He begins, only to be cut off by the feel of her arms wrapping around his neck and a little sob meeting his ears. He feels it turn on instantly, that protective instinct he'd always felt around her is switched the second the slightest whimper reaches him.

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"I had another nightmare." She whispers, leaving me no time to answer before she's inside my bedroom and I begin to tow that invisible line. Temptation on my mind, but my concern for her outweighs.

This has become quite the routine since Alyssa's 'death'. The little wolf had a way of tugging on your heartstrings and with those puppy dog eyes, I can't even begin to unravel the mystery of how more aren't utterly addicted. She bats those lashes and suddenly nothing matters. She speaks like a siren and suddenly I'm weak in the knees. Jelly. If the blood were to pump through my veins, it would pump solely for her. My heart beats solely for her.

I take her into my arms without hesitation though I know there should be some distance and boundary. She's the mother of my younger brother's child. Yet...

I reel in my emotions and keep my composure but the battle within myself is one I continue to lose when it comes to her. When I see the mascara tears streaking her cheeks, I become but a fool; as always, I break.

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She needs me.

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The little wolf's beauty is simply unrivalled, and more often than not do I find myself entranced, lost admiring her and ensuring every detail, down to the smallest becomes engraved in my mind so much so that I'm sure I could identify her by beauty mark alone.

As she sits in front of me and I watch her wiping away the streaks of black tears, her eyes focused in on the handheld mirror she'd told me once belonged to her grandmother. — You see, I inevitably notice everything that goes on with the wolf. I always have; the slightest shift, the newest look, expression, what have you.

My eyes are still on her, and as they roam, my sights are occupied when I come to the sudden realization that the shirt the wolf wears, one that had caught my eye from the moment she stepped into my bedroom and set my undead heart aflame, was in all actuality, one of mine.

I'm sure my jaw has dropped but I pay no mind to my expression, all too enthralled in what the little wolf had going on, I find myself unable to look away. Who would want to? She's a creature crafted by the Gods and Goddesses themselves.

I guess I was a bit overzealous in my efforts to admire the beauty that she is; She breaks me free of my stupor, eyes directing that chocolate brown gaze my way and I find my stomach churning and tightening all with the thought that she might be the one thing to make me forget all my principles. — The possibility of angering Niklaus seems so worth it when I look to the art that the world hasn't proved itself worthy of revelling at; It seems even further worth it when that honeyed angelic voice of hers finds its way into my psyche and takes home there.

Siren to sailor. I find myself lured, and there's not much effort on her part. There doesn't need to be. Not when I am ready and very willing to fall into the many pieced puzzle that Y/n Y/ln was turning out to be.

"You're staring." I hear her sigh, we're sat face to face. Her in front of me on the sofa; Me, sat in the chair across from her. I feel myself growing a tad hot under the collar when she scoots herself forward a little closer, those hauntingly beautiful eyes of hers staring directly into mine. — There's a look in her eyes that I can't quite read, and though we'd grown closer, and I'd become quite the expert in all things Y/ln; Right now, and still, she was quite the mystery.

All I know is how that stare made me feel...She'd weakened and buckled my knees without me ever needing to stand up.

"Ah." I clear my throat, I wish to respond but my mouth moves not with my mind. She has rendered me defenseless in such a short period of our knowing each other that it feels as if I have known her a millennia.

"Do I still have something on my face, Lijah? You're worrying me. So zoned out..."

I have lived through and survived wars, I have watched famine and plagues kill off entire villages. I have seen the wickedness of man, I have existed and survived, myself, as the wickedness of man. I have torn through villages, leaving blood and carnage behind, killing in the name of family and letting nothing stand in my way, all in the name of protecting my loved ones.

To be a Mikaelson is to be fearless, confident, strong, ruthlessly loyal, and commanding; A leader, and in so many aspects I humbly admit to embodying just that. Yet as I sit here, staring into her eyes, struggling and stumbling over my words like a schoolboy with a crush, I am met with the knowledge that I might've just found the one thing, one person that both makes me weak, renders me speechless.

No, no this is something I am sure of. I have found the one person capable of knocking me down a peg, reminding me that I had once been human; Fragile, meek, and susceptible to a beautiful woman's charms.

I don't think she knows exactly how deep her powers reach. She has the ability to make an Original a nervous little boy.

"No, no. Nothing at all." I muster, but I don't even believe my own words and by the look on her face; She doesn't believe them either and at first I hesitate, wondering if I should let it slip that when I look at her I see a masterpiece. A work of art in my midst.

The little hybrid is one otherworldly creature, never had I ever met a woman as elegant, and ethereal as she. My lips parted, words silenced as I argue with two sides of myself; One so ruthlessly loyal to his family he'd do anything, lose anything for them and though it's normally the former…I find the other side winning me over.

The side that is tired of not living for me. The side that sees me as deserving of love and the little hybrid as worth every consequence.

I finally find my voice. "My apologies, you are just...something else. A vision of empyreal elegance. While I apologize for marveling, I recognize that in your perfection...You are something to be marveled at in all your glory...Gods woman." The words stumble out before I can attempt to hit the brakes. My bed is made.

She flashes that pretty little smile. I am ready to lie in it.

"You sound awfully smitten, Mr. Mikaelson."

A chuckle rumbles through me if only she knew just how much. This storm had been brewing for far too long, and I was no longer willing to try and stop it. Fighting seemed futile.

I find myself moving to sit beside her, my hand reaching out to tuck a few stray locs behind her ear, and I revel, I completely and utterly revel in the way pink dusts those beautifully high cheekbones of hers with a soft blush.

I don't want to fight.

"And what of it, little one? That a bad thing?" My voice is a mere whisper, lost in those eyes of hers. It feels as if she's ripped my heart from my chest and claimed for her own, and I, a willing fool; allow it.

"No...I just see the way you look at me. It matches my gaze when it falls upon...you."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Their eyes remain locked on one another and the world drifts, it simply drifts away when the lovers fall into one another, ready and all too happy to drown. Elijah simply can't hold it in anymore, his attraction to the hybrid. Niklaus could be angry later, he'd handled his younger brother before, he could do it again. But no longer would he wait. His Persephone sat only inches away, he could feel her breath hitting his skin. He leans in closer, tilting her head up to look back into his eyes.

"May I trouble you for a kiss, sweetheart? It seems I can no longer control my urges. You- You are too tempting." His voice is soft and breathy, and Y/n can feel herself falling all the same. Just like she'd been doing from the moment they'd met. Locked eyes.

This had been building up and it was bound to explode. She nods, her forehead pressing against his. She lets out a breath she didn't know she'd even been holding, a hand resting on his cheek. "I- I have been waiting for you to ask since that night on the balcony."

It was like a switch flips in Elijah because suddenly he wraps an arm around her waist tugging her closer towards him, impish grin spread across his lips, eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation; He finds none, and that's all he needs. His lips meet hers and by no means is it rough or sloppy, their lips a choreographed routine filled with a tender, gentle, and romantic passion. One that set fireworks off in the room and butterflies off in the pit of Y/n's stomach.

When they part from the kiss, at last, Elijah once again tugs her closer until she's sat in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around her to ensure she was secure and protected, as if she were the most delicate thing he'd ever come across. "Allow me to apologize for my tardiness. I assure you I see the error of my ways, and I assure you no longer am I able to deny myself the pleasures the little goddess in my lap brings. You...You are something so sinisterly entrancing, Y/n Y/ln."

Elijah Mikaelson has a way about him that no one can quite resist, a charm that shines through and blinds you to his last name. There was a reason the factions of the quarter were more open to forming alliances when it was him speaking on behalf of his family. The noble gentlemanly way in which he carries himself could charm the panties off the toughest of Mikaelson critics, and Y/n, herself for that matter.

Perhaps it was a little somber to say but she's never met anyone quite like Elijah before, a man so romantic and passionate she was sure she'd stepped into a fairytale starring a Prince Charming so handsome he could stop hearts with a simple glance. "My, you have such a way with words. You're gonna make a lady's knees week."

That rumbling chuckle once again reverberates through the woman's body, sending a shiver down her spine. She's once again forced to look into his eyes, and this time it almost stops her heart. That half-grin that shows he knows his power, those chocolatey brown eyes filled with love; filled with lust.

"And what happens, little wolf, when you realize that that is precisely my intention? My dear, you see, when it comes to you...that has always been the end goal. Not only do I wish to take claim of the intelligence that is your mind and the heart I hear beating so very loudly for me...No. I am a selfish greedy man, and I want it all." Elijah leans down to whisper gently into her ear, no longer would he take into account those who merely disregarded him in turn. He was so...hungry.

One could define his behavior as obsession, greed, gluttony. Maybe it was all of the above when it came to her. He was mad for the little wolf, and more than anything he needs to feast; His eyes linger on her neck for a moment too long until she's looking up at him through those lashes of hers with a look that speaks nothing but trouble into the atmosphere. —Her next words become a beacon, his fangs can no longer control themselves.

"A sample?" The way she presents her neck to him is all too erotic though vampirism had always been nothing short of, and the male feared his hunger would not dissipate with a 'sample' nor was he sure he'd have the self control to pull himself away, and yet...

He brushes her locs from her shoulder exposing more of her neck to him; leaning down, he inhales deeply and the scent of her. The mere scent. It was enough to have his trousers feel three sizes too small. "Stop me now, dear. I'm not sure I can stop myself." He whispers, breath kissing her neck with a gentle blow.

Y/n, god the minx — She merely tilts her head even further, eyes flickering back over to him. "A sample, Elijah."

The universe was testing him. It had to be so. His breath hitches, eyes flickering over from the spider tattoo that rests on a pulse point to the beauty marks and freckles scattered about the very surface. He looks into her eyes for one last chance. One last chance to stop him where he sits.

In case he ever thought he couldn't find more reason to think the wolf the most attractive creature to him, she'd always been there to prove him wrong. He feels himself letting a silent chuckle escape, his eyes turning black and fangs descending the moment he sees that look of challenge cross her features. "You are a dangerous one, Miss Y/ln...The day you take the Mikaelson name. Dear...You'll fit right in."

She lets out the sweetest moan and it's like music to his ears, something that rivals and trumps the greats. If he were to hear nothing more than her voice for the rest of his eternities, he would live a contented life. And her blood...

Why it's like nothing he's ever tasted, something so sweet, so delectable; He'd be a fool to allow it to be shared with someone else. No. This was his. She was his. When he finally regains his self-control and pulls himself away, his lips are immediately on hers, and lying her down — His body hovers over hers.

His tone is breathy and strained with desire when they break for air, looking down at the little wolf with such lust in his eyes it'd make the strongest fall to the knees in front of him. "It seems I was right in my assumptions...I need more. Much more. And I...Sweet wolf..."

He brushes the hair from her eyes and leans down so they're eye to eye, lips close enough to steal another kiss. He continues. "Don't think I possess the self-control needed to not simply take it, so I again implore, darlin'. Do you wish to go any further?"

As he says this, she watches his hands move to the buckle of his belt and her eyes stick to the scene for a brief moment neglecting to give an answer right away until her eyes meet with his again and her own hands move to help unbuckle his belt.

"Nous sommes toujours jeunes, ma douce...and I could spend all my eternities...drowning in you." She finally speaks, one hand helping unbuckle his belt whilst the other tugs him in by the tie for another kiss.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

They say you only live once, though I have found such to be untrue. My family and I have died a million deaths, hunted, persecuted, making enemy after enemy as we go but I swear. In this moment, I am sure I have never experienced anything coming close to the wolf's soul-piercing, hypnotic, stomach-churning gaze.

No, no, I had never experienced anything coming close to the wolf. End.

My hands run from her chest to her stomach to those deliciously built hips that I had endlessly fantasized about within those quiet nights, fingers roaming to the hem of her lace white panty. I can feel the goosebumps on that beautiful caramel complexion of hers when I slide the lace down her smooth long legs; She busies herself with removing that damned shirt and soon before my very eyes is my every dream.

Her body is a temple and I am here to worship, her cunt stares back at me glistening and dripping onto the sheets immediately in such a way I can't help myself to tease, "You're gushing sweetheart. So soon?"

This, this is what makes the little wolf so alluring. She bites back, and she bites back in a way that makes you want to make her absolutely eat her words, and that alone puts the vivid image of her pretty lush little lips wrapped around your cock, drooling and gagging with tears in those beautiful eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks.

"And you? That looks painful. I'm surprised you haven't cum in your pants yet." She gives me this smug little smirk as if she's gotten one up on me, and in a way, she has. Hell, in multiple ways, but there were ways to rectify this, and I would rectify this.

I chuckle at her attempt to provoke. No dear, all you've done is provoke me since we've met. It is time I finally allow you to see what exactly wakes up when you do so. "No, no, my sweet doll, I? Oh, I desire to relieve my woes in something far better, in fact? I intend to do just that. You see..."

I take my slacks and boxers down with little regard for where they're thrown. My grip returns to her hips and I can't help to admire the sweet thing I have beneath me, so damned beautiful. So damned inviting. "I intend to breed this pretty cunt until I'm satisfied, and sweetheart I hope you think no less of me when I say this but...Foreplay is the last thing on my mind right now. I need to bury myself in you. I need to drown myself in you. Say the word."

Gods. Gods. The wolf never fails to give me a goddamned run for my money. She wraps her legs around my torso and uses her strength to pull me in, those soft plush lips of hers curling into that same smirk that seemed to want me damned to hell. She's a succubus, and it's only made clearer when her hand entangles itself in my hair and I'm pulled closer, her breath hitting my skin when she breathily whispers into my ear, sending a shudder down my spine.

"The word."

Before I can even blink my body moves before my mind is able to catch up, a growl thundering within my chest, nails slightly digging into her hips whilst the other aligns myself with her cunt hole, sliding in slowly...

I hear her whimper, I hear it dissolve into a pretty little moan, I feel her clench, I feel the way her cunt hugs my cock, and yet all I can focus on is how much better she feels than my fantasies of her ever envisioned. I attempt to give her time to adjust but I can feel my hips twitching ever so.

I attempt to wait, I do. It's my hips that have a mind of their own.

The first thrust into her heat nearly has my body stuttering, her warmth is tight, and the little wolf is so drenched it helps me set a delectable pace. "Elijah..." She moans my name, and I swear I've never heard it sound so good. I watch her face, eating the way her eyebrows knitted and her lips parted in pleasure. She's like no woman I've had the pleasure to bed with, there's something so different about how I feel with her that it feels like I've reached the end of the red thread and am now face to face with my soulmate.

"Listen to that...How pretty you sound when you moan my name."

I hoist her legs over my shoulder to get a better angle, only to slide deeper into the addictive drug that her heat is turning out to be. My pace is nowhere near slow but at the very least I am in control, no, allow me to rephrase. — At the very least, I hold onto a string's length of control and the string threatened to snap with every thrust into the little wolf's cunt.

I see a blush rise to her cheeks, which only serves to rip a grunt-tinged moan from my throat. She looks so beautiful underneath me. Delicate with a slim thick figure, curves in all the right places, it was absolutely no wonder I couldn't keep my hands off of her.

Her nails run themselves down my chest the moans of my name becoming an echo that livens me more than I initially thought possible. She is the perfect definition of a succubus and I, oh I've become a willing victim. A fool for her affections. "I need more. I need you deeper, Elijah." She compels me, and I for once, fall under the spell. I allow my mind to be hers. My body to be her toy in any way she needs it to be. Her hands move to my rear and before I can even think she's pulling me closer, deeper, and I am human again.

My hips thrust with the wildest of abandons and my head is soon buried into inviting neck of hers as I push my way to my final goal; the puppy beneath me was just begging to be bred.

There are such simple pleasures that I take joy in, the ones that remind me of a humanity I'd long since lost, and this. This was one of those simple pleasures. You see, as I bury myself to the hilt in the little things cunt, I inhale the scent, the pheromones she so naturally exudes. I hear her every breath shudder and her walls flutter around me. I smell the scent of her jasmine shampoo. I feel the smoothness of her flesh, the warmth of her body against mine and the feeling of chest pressed to chest.

There was nothing more real. More human than how her body embraced mine, moulded together, moving in perfect harmony. I grunt into her ear with each hard, rough thrust. "Deeper is what you want? Well, sweetest. I think we can come to an agreement. Our wants are aligned."

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge and by the way her walls tighten, I gather she's close as well. I grab onto one of her legs, my lips meeting every inch of skin from calf to thigh, my moans hoarse and strained as euphoria steals me away. I let out a breathy whisper.

"Y-yeah?"

The stammer in her voice is enough to nearly send me flying but I manage to ground myself. I need this to be special, to take my time. To take my time... “You want deep. You want more? Good. You wanna know what I want, pretty one?"

The look on her face only gets me further worked up, I can tell she's about to climax so I stop my movements for a moment just to lean in and get a good look at her face. "I said...Do you want to know what I desire, little princess? Let me hear how pretty you sound all flush and breathy, sweetheart and I promise...We both get what we want. So?"

Ah, there it is. "No- NO. I wish to know what you desire."

There we go. Such a good girl, I don't think I've given in to anything faster than I have now. My hips resume their movements and for a moment all I can do is grunt and moan so primally it reminds me the beast that lies underneath, until I look down to her and I am broken free of my daze. "Me, dear? I want to breed you full of my bloodline. Is that too. much. to. ask?"

My teeth grit together and her nails dig into my back, all that is heard is skin-to-skin and the soft words of two lovers embracing the night.

Have I mentioned how the little wolf continuously surprises me? I am hanging on by a mere thread and soon is my collapse when I feel her lips latch onto my earlobe that voice of hers a melody when she whispers my undoing, "Drown yourself in me. Let all your worries go as your seed spills into me, Elijah. We figure out the rest later."

My pace quickens, my thrusts more erratic and uncontrolled chasing a high I never wanna come down from. It's as soon as those lush lips part, and her eyebrows knit, her heat clenching so tightly I could barely move an inch, the moment I feel her cross that edge? There's a low groan of her name, strained, hoarse, and raw. My hips stutter and I bring our heads together, intertwining our hands, my eyes running over that beautiful face of hers until I am finally too taken to focus, my seed spilling into her and my grip getting tighter on her delicate hands, I take joy when I feel that second orgasm rocking through her body. I find myself laughing a little when I look down at her.

"Again?"

She blushes in embarrassment and it's like another switch is flipped in my head the moment I pull myself away from her and lie down with the little wolf taking no time to come lie in my arms. "Shut up. It was-."

"Cute." I finish for her and pull her closer to me, "It was so damned cute."

I do as she says, I drown in her. I let her take me away to sea. We could figure out the rest later.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Niklaus Mikaelson, the beast of the compound, merciless and ruthless is he. Elijah had high hopes for his youngest brothers redemption but that had been before the objectification of the wolf had begun shortly after finding out she was carrying baby Alyssa. Niklaus had become more than possessive over the poor woman and Elijah knew there was only one way this would end when it came to the hybrid.

The sun begins to rise but Elijah himself hadn't slept a wink, he'd been too energized to do so with the little angel by his side, head resting on his chest and light snores heard whilst she sleeps peacefully. He had almost been too afraid to move but the jitters find him soon enough and he's carefully removing the tired thing from his embrace, jonesing for a mug of tea to help calm his excitement. He hadn't felt so happy in such a long time.

Unbeknownst to him there were far too many people in the compound for his dealings to be kept secret, a head peeks out of a nearby bedroom with a smile of genuine happiness for the Original all the same. — But not everyone could be so.

He's stood in front of the tea kettle, his back turned until he hears a boisterous clap and his eyes roll so far back into his head he's almost discovered the secret to life when the familiar cocky English accent belonging to his younger brother hits his ear. Tea time would have to wait, he disappointed-ly supposed before turning around to deal with Niklaus's already felt anger.

"So I see the little wolf has woven you into her webs. Splendid brother." Niklaus sarcastically speaks up, his hands falling to his sides eyes scanning his elder brother in utter contempt. Only this time, Elijah feels himself struggle to care for Niklaus's hotheaded-to-be-expected mood swings.

Elijah lets out a breathy chuckle, lips wrapping around the rim of his mug with a finger up to signal Niklaus to wait whilst he takes a sip. He sees the hybrid's jaw clench. "You know brother, I never really cared for your taste in women but that one upstairs? Oh, she's the best decision you've ever failed to make."

"Failed. She is the mother of my heir, my legacy. That is not a failure, no. No, the failure is yours for neglecting to keep your promise, dear brother and all for the likes of..."

Elijah puts his mug down when he feels the disrespect towards Y/n on his brother's tongue, stepping up to him with no hesitation; He gives him a smile with zero joy beneath it, only a calm, levelheaded warning. "Think carefully of your next words before you speak them Niklaus. I plead this for your sake."

Niklaus laughs in disbelief, clapping his hands together before taking a mimicked step forward as well. "You would fight your own over a woman you've barely known a year?"

"You've killed your own for less."

Niklaus's glare falters when Elijah speaks, he dares not refute the truth but oh it stings his ego to hear his flaws thrown back at him, Elijah isn't the least surprised when he's pinned to the wall with Niklaus's hand wrapped round his neck. "Well then, since I am the bastard son. The beast. Maybe I should live up to my title. Tell me, brother, are you prepared to die behind the little wolf? I simply can't allow my own sibling to be with the mother of my child so it seems I'll simply have to fix this...My way."

"Oh drop the victim complex, Niklaus. No one is calling you a bastard, nor a beast but you are acting like one, no? Yes, I'd die for her, and so so much more because you see to me she's more than a walking incubator. Tell me Niklaus...Do you think she feels safe around you? Happy? When all you've done is treat her like a possession to be had? Or is she afraid? Terrified of the monster you're turning int-."

Niklaus is seething, throwing him into the nearest wall with a growl, his eyes turning that familiar black and silver, fangs popping out as he rolls his neck, fury absolutely steaming from his ears. "Oh, the little wolf has you in the palm of her hands. Wrapped around her finger. But you know, I get it. The whore was a wonderful lay."

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It was like a switch flipped in Elijah's head the moment he heard the disrespect towards the woman he cherished more than the air he breathed, his eyes mere voids in contrast to their natural chocolatey brown. "Y'know Brother, I've always prided myself on my love and loyalty for my family so hear me when I say this," He clears his throat, cracking his knuckles and taking a page from Nik's book when he rolls his neck, "Because you are family I will give you one chance to right your wrongs, you're allowed to repeat yourself, but I surely and strongly advise against it."

Niklaus growls, a rumbling sound that feels as though it may shake the compound without so much as a care or thought for the survival of those who inhabited the rooms or roamed the halls. "Well I wasn't planning on it but maybe I should go upstairs, find your little wolf and truly make the whore my, what was it you called her? Ah yes, my possession."

It was then that Elijah could feel himself lose it the moment the words were uttered once more, and it's at the moment Niklaus says the word possession that Elijah makes his move, pinning his younger brother to the nearest wall and landing a punch to his jaw.

Always and forever be damned. There were so few siblings other than Rebekah and Freya that actually used the oath wisely, and Niklaus had gotten away with the opposite so many times with his "woe is me" act — turning his traumas into a crutch that had held the Mikaelson clan hostage for decades; Millenniums. No more.

He should've listened to Rebekah from the very start when she'd told him that Niklaus was simply too far gone to be saved. Still, it tears at his being that it has to come to this.

"You should be thanking me for not snapping your neck where you stand, dear brother for the words you speak are so disrespectful I'm not sure I wish to stop myself."

Niklaus pushes him back only for Elijah to slide back with a hiss tearing through his throat, ready to fight for his happiness. Ready to fight for her. Nik runs at him, wielding a piece of white oak in his hand that Elijah dodges just barely, the stake mere centimetres from his neck stuck inside the compound walls. They struggle and fight for the stake but in the end, no one wins for something stops the men where they stand.

Freya stands exhaustedly next to Keelin and Rebekah who didn't look too amused themselves, all in matching states of unrest. Then and only then is it noticed that Niklaus's free hand held a dagger which pierced into Elijah's stomach.

An agonized scream is heard so gutturally and before Niklaus can take another breath, he and the blade are both pushed away from the Original, a familiar head of sandy brown locs coming to Elijah's aid. “ELIJAH!!”

Niklaus looks between the women and his brother; all he can muster is a scoff. "You dare betray your own flesh, your own blood for the little wolf? How noble." He licks blood from his lips just as Freya pulls the stake and dagger from his hands with no more than a wave of her hand.

"Niklaus, listen to yourself for a second." Freya finally speaks up, ushering her girlfriend behind her in case the hybrid gets any bright ideas.

"You drone on about family and loyalty without knowing what either mean." Rebekah swallows, tears in her eyes; she gestures to Y/n and Elijah, the wolf wrapped in his arms whilst the vampire groans from the pain but dares not pull away. The agony seemed more than worth it when it's her causing it, "You were about to end our brother's life, and for what? Your ego? Pride? Insecurities that run so deep now that you're a father? Is that it?"

Niklaus's face falls, and that's when Freya tells Keelin to head back upstairs before she takes part in the conversation. "You know nothing...nothing. She is the mother of my heir and he..."

"He's treated me more like a person than you ever have since you found out Alyssa was to be born."

"You will no longer blame Elijah for your losses, Niklaus. Your tendency to do so is a flaw that's been ignored too long." Freya whispers fully prepared to snap her own family's neck if need be.

Niklaus is stunned. He's frozen on his spot at this point, looking from gaze to gaze and seeing nothing but disappointment and fury.

"Elijah has done nothing but fight for us, our happiness...your redemption. And all that you give him in return is control over his life. Over ours. Have you ever thought, Nik...That- You'd be a better father if you stopped behaving like ours?" Rebekah is nearly pleading with him now, her hands shaking like never before. She walks up to Niklaus, grabbing his hands in hers. "You starved me of my love, my family, my happiness. I am begging. Begging. That you not do the same to Elijah. I will never and I mean never trust you again if you don't."

A tear falls down his eye, breath shuddering as he once again looks around the room incurring the wrath and sorrow that lie within it. His eyes fall to his bleeding older brother and his child's mother, embraced safely within each others arms. He looks back to Freya and Rebekah and his hand lifts with his final words.

"I'll go. A family should stay here. I fear I must relearn what that is before I trust myself enough to be apart."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

I sit in front of him, my hand dabbing away at the wound which would no doubt heal in only an hour or two, but still, I get lost in my thoughts blaming myself for he and his brother's fallout tonight. I guess I'd been more out of it than I thought.

His hand catches the wrist that held the towel I use to clean his wound, and suddenly I'm brought a breath apart, my hand on his chest. I feel his heartbeat beneath my fingers, his index and thumb coming to tilt my chin up. Our eyes meet.

"Always and forever, Little wolf." He whispers, breath tickling my cheek as he leans in to press a sweet, slow, and gentle kiss to my parted lips. — I feel my breath is stolen. I feel my chest is tightening.

When he pulls away, all I can muster is a weak nod, those five special words close to follow. My eyes close, our foreheads pressed together. "Always and Forever, My lover."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: this took way too fucking long to write cause sickle cell kept kicking my ass but it was soo worth the wait, genuinely think this is my best work. made niklaus the slightest bit bearable at the end because i’m still mad at actual niklaus’s actions. 😭

[lenoraah]

𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.𝘵𝘸𝘰

pairing - marcus armstrong x wisconsin!reader

summary - reader was a pageant winner from two to eighteen before going to college to public speaking and becoming one of motorsport’s biggest content creators, interviewers and change makers. she and marcus have been dating for six months and she’s finally decided to bring him home to wisconsin for her eldest sister’s wedding

a/n - reader has several siblings, Abagail (27), Elijah (25), reader (22), Parker (17) and Shiloh (17). I wanted this to be written like short 300 word parts (like headcannons) but apparently I can’t write an imagine with short parts so probably this will be written into separate imagines. So this will be part.2 and. Also, not proof read. Also, I stressed so much over this so it’s probably shit. Sorry :)

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family dinner-

“So Marcus, how’s life with my baby sister?” The bride-to-be asks while making a pouty face at Y/n.

“Abby stop it,” The y/h/c whines and flings a spoonful of mash potatoes at her older sister’s plate.

“A living hell right?” Elijah grins and wiggles his eyebrows at Marcus.

The brunette can only stifle a laugh as Y/n throws a cut up piece of chicken at her brother. She scowls at him as Y/n/n scolds the two of them.

“Yeah, ‘Lijah. Stop acting like a toddler.” Y/n teases her older and smirks only to have a piece of a dinner roll thrown at her head.

The y/h/c girl slowly turns her head to the side to see her younger sister grinning with her hand mid air.

Before Y/m/n can do anything Shiloh and Y/n toss pieces of their dinner at each other and the three siblings look at each other before shrugging and joining in.

“Guys stop it,” Y/m/n scolds once again and elbows her husband who is mindlessly shoving food in his mouth. “Y/d/n, help me out here.”

“Yeah, guys listen to your mother.”

Y/m/n sighs and smacks her husband’s head as she watching a her five children throw food around.

Y/n laughs uncontrollably as Abagail, Shiloh and her team up against the boys, flinging spoonfuls of mash potatoes at each other.

Marcus and Ravi, Abagail’s fiancé, share a look before also breaking out in laughter.

The two can’t even begin to express how lucky their were to find such smart and humorous and loving woman and be in a relationship with them.

The two keep watching the fight unfold as the siblings’ parents keep eating and sighs, well only their mother.

“Parker stop it! Don’t aim for my shirt, I just got it last week.” Shiloh half whines as she throws a piece of cabbage at her twin brother’s head.

“Too bad,” Parker laughs in return as he flings a bread roll at Shiloh’s head.

Y/n laughs and throws a spoonful of tomato sauce at Elijah who just in time dodges it, the sauce splattering all over Marcus’s shirt.

And just like that the pity food fight between the siblings stop and everyone slowly turn their heads to face Marcus.

Y/n is the first to break the silence with her laughter. Y/m/n can’t even open her mouth and scold her children as they all break out into laughter, apologizing over and over again.

“I’m so sorry honey,” Y/n says in between laughter as she places a hand on Marcus’s shirt.

“It’s a first and a tradition,” Ravi grins at Marcus who returns the smile as he pats Y/n head who is currently laughing into her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“How about he gets changed?” Y/m/n asks skeptically with a raise of her eyebrow.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Marcus gets up from his seat and excuses himself before he starts walking up the stairs.

“I’ll help,” Y/n runs after him.

“Uh huh, sure.”

[luvsimskaos]

Despite the twin's birth being more of a challenge, the afterbirth was a lot more easier. Sable is able to get back to work not long after labor. she tries to keep the twins close. She even start canning some vegetables starting with Tomatoes. Elijah stays close, enjoying to watch his Mama cook.

The twins are well loved and cared for but both Sable and Ishmael are worried for little Cato who seems weaker than his brother. They agree to keep a close eye on him.

While his parents with the twins, Elijah loves to wonder off and play. He especially loves splashing in the bucket his mama washes clothes in.

[braveclementine]

Moving On

Warnings: 18+readersonly, fem x fem, foursome, oral, fingering, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Steve, Sam, Loki, and Elijah sat in the main room, waiting for Heimdall to bring their girl home.

When had she become their girl?

Who knows.

They saw the flash of rainbow outside the windows and their hearts seemed to start beating faster. The nerves were growing in each of them, even Elijah.

Elizabeth entered the room, looking happier than they had seen her look in two weeks and the guilt hit them hard again.

When she saw them, she just smiled and said, "Hey. How are you guys? Are you hungry? I was thinking about making sloppy joes."

"Sweetheart, can you come sit down real quick." Steve asked softly. "We want to talk to you."

She grew wary, sitting down nervously. Steve took one of her hands into his and Elijah took the other.

"We just want to apologize." Steve said softly. "When you came to us, we were afraid to hurt you. But now, we know that you actually needed us. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me. I promise you it will never happen again. I will always listen to you." He kissed the back of her hand.

"I thought I knew you like the back of my hand." Elijah whispered. "But now I realize I still have so much to learn. I'm sorry for assuming that I knew what you needed when I didn't."

"I'm sorry." Loki said sincerely. "I'm so sorry pet. I too was afraid to hurt you. I was afraid you were pushing yourself to pet play. . . well it was stupid. I never meant to make you doubt that I want you to be my kitten. You will always be my kitten as long as you want to be."

One tear trailed down her face and she breathed in and then said, "I just want to stop feeling like this. I want to stop being this. . . weak person I've become. I don't cry like this, not over stupid stuff. But ever since. . . ever since Rumlow everything seems to make me cry."

"Hey." Sam said softly. "It wasn't Rumlow. Having the kids has just made your body more emotional. It's not a bad thing Elizabeth. I'm actually glad you feel comfortable enough to lower your walls and show us how you're feeling. You used to hide everything from us. All of your emotions, hidden by this façade of joy. And yes, most of the time you were filled with joy. But you had other emotions. So. . . you're not weak sugar. You're just who you need to be."

There was a moment of silence and then Elijah asked, "What do you need from us right now?"

"Food." She said happily, like a puppy wagging her tail. "But I think I'm craving something other than sloppy joes now."

Sam groaned lightly. "Don't let that be a sexual innuendo."

She giggled. "No. I think I want a spicy walking taco."

"What in the world is a walking taco?" Steve asked, looking alarmed.

"You've never had a walking taco?" Elizabeth asked in shock.

"I prefer my tacos without legs, thank you." Bucky said suddenly from behind the rest of them. Elizabeth looked over and the brunette super soldier came over and hugged her tightly. "I missed you doll."

Elizabeth giggled, "Come on, let's go make walking tacos."

They went with her into the kitchen and watched as she grabbed a box of small bags of chips. She had nacho Doritos, some sort of super spicy Dorito called 'Flamas', and then Fritos.

She showed them how to heat up the hamburger meat, heat melted cheese, and then shredded lettuce, chopped tomatoes, flakes of onion, and whatever else they wanted to the tacos.

"Of course," Elizabeth then added, opening up a bag of the Flamas and spreading hers out into a glass bowl. "If you have hot food in plastic, the plastic can melt into your food so I never actually eat my walking taco in a bag."

She then put hot cheese on her chips, letting it drip in large globs. She added white cheese and banana peppers and then started to dig in.

Bucky, Steve, and Loki all looked rather uncertain about it, but Sam and Elijah started to make theirs easily.

Penny suddenly came in, followed by Katya, Violetta, Thor, Clint, Rhodey, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Ahni, Mai, and Josh.

"Ooh, walking tacos." Clint said, yanking a bag of Doritos, opening it up and started to dress his up.

"I think I like tacos that don't walk." Thor said uncertainly, echoing Bucky from earlier, which made Elizabeth giggle.

Penny giggled as well, helping Thor make his taco and then they all settled down in the community room to eat them, putting on the fifth movie of Harry Potter.

🤜🚅 𝕡ＯⓋ 𝒸ʰ𝕒𝐍ق���� 🎿🙁

Penny was happy that everything seemed to be working out. She was snuggled up between Pietro and Rhodey as she devoured the walking taco she had made. Rhodey had his head resting on her shoulder and Pietro had slung his arm over her shoulders.

Trang was sitting in Tony's lap, the two of them staring at the screen with the same semi-bored look on their face. Which contrasted completely to Loki's smile. He actually quite liked the Harry Potter series as it turned out.

Stephen was with them as well, resting on a couch that he had to himself, though Loki was sitting at the foot of the couch by Stephen's head.

Clint was perched on the back of the chair that Katya was sitting in, with Lan sitting next to her and Violetta on the other side. Mai and Ahni were sitting on the floor, Mai resting her head in Ahni's lap.

Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, and Vision were snuggled up together as well. Vision was in his human form at the moment and Penny found it a little funny that he was actually wearing glasses.

Elizabeth was snuggled between T'Challa and Bucky while Steve and Sam sat behind them. Elijah sat at Elizabeth's feet, his arm around Ghaida's shoulders as she rested against him. Josh was sitting a little bit by himself.

Penny had seen the Harry Potter movie once or twice, but it wasn't until she was re-watching with them that she really noticed the details. . . mostly because Elizabeth kept pointing them out.

Severus Snape was up on the screen at the moment. Penny wasn't paying to much attention until Elizabeth suddenly said, "Fuck he's hot."

"Who?" Tony asked sharply. "Not him?"

"Severus is so hot." Elizabeth sighed, closing her eyes and smiling. "So is Lucius Malfoy."

"They're the bad guys!" Clint protested.

"Doesn't stop them from being hot." Elizabeth retorted. She smiled. "It's the long hair."

Penny bit her fingers as Bucky suddenly looked like a peacock preening his feathers and Loki started to smirk, tossing his hair over his shoulder like a diva.

"You're gonna have to grow your hair out Fireball." Tony snickered.

"So are you." Elijah retorted and Tony stopped laughing, sulking behind Trang's back who was smirking.

"I guess I get you all to myself." Bucky chuckled, holding Elizabeth to his chest.

Loki let out a laugh, "Nice try cyborg. But I look more like Snape than you ever will."

Elizabeth nearly shot out of her seat in excitement. "Oh! You can actually morph into Severus. Oh it's a dream come true."

Loki scowled at her. "Absolutely not. I will only fuck you as my fabulous self."

"If I had his superpower I would totally do it for you doll." Bucky smirked.

Penny, Natasha, Violetta, Ghaida, Wanda, Katya, and Trang all burst out laughing at the boys banter. Pietro chuckled and Penny could feel the vibrations traveling through her body.

Things settled down again until the end of the movie. Elizabeth and Violetta were crying because Sirius Black was dead. Bucky looked right pleased with himself as he comforted Elizabeth. Penny comforted Violetta, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, time for bed." Tony declared as the credits started to roll.

Stephen snorted, "Says you." He ruffled Tony's hair affectionately and sat up with a groan.

"Hey." Tony frowned at him, "Stop moving."

"Who are you going to bed with tonight?" Rhodey asked her, looking sideways at Penny, who felt a thrill go through her. She rarely spent any time with Rhodey and tonight would be a wonderful time to do so.

She reached up and kissed his cheek. "Would you like to?" She asked shyly, blushing. "Maybe you and Pietro? If you two, you know, interact with each other."

Rhodey smirked. "Alright sweet mama."

"Sounds good Princessa." Pietro said.

"How would you feel if us two joined you?" Clint asked from behind, motioning to him and Natasha.

"Sounds good." Penny smiled, looking up at Rhodey who agreed.

The five of them headed up to Rhodey's room.

Rhodeys room had black walls with a gold art piece above the bedroom headboard. The bed was large and flat, built seemingly into the wall with a footboard or headboard. The sheets were thick and almost fluffy, with white sheets underneath a thick black comforter. There were several bookshelves lining the walls, but the long ones that were waist high.

It was a neat room, clean and tidy and smelling surprisingly of flowers, sea salt, and. . . honey? She wasn't quite sure. But it was a pleasant smell nonetheless.

Penny lifted her shirt over her head as Natasha got to her knees and started to undress Clint. Pietro helped undress Rhodey as Penny slipped out of her skirt, abandoning her clothes to the floor.

Penny knelt before Rhodey, unbuckling his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers in one go- she was getting very good at it.

He was longer than some of the others, perhaps up there with Loki and Sam. Steve and Bucky, of course, had the largest ones besides Thor.

She stroked his cock first as Pietro and Rhodey made out above her, before kissing the tip and then licking it. She sucked at his tip and when he cried out in pleasure into Pietro's mouth, she engulfed what she could take fully into her mouth, running her tongue pleasurably down the veins of his cock.

Pietro kept a hand on the back of Rhodey's head, kissing him firmly. Rhodey kept one hand tangled in Penny's white locks, the other in Pietro's blond hair, sucking on Pietro's bottom lip.

She felt hands on her hips, lips on her shoulders, and knew that Clint and Natasha were both behind her, giving her an equal amount of attention.

Fingers touched her clit and she reached up, grasping Pietro's prick with her other hand while she continued to focus her attention towards Rhodey. Going down on his cock even further, his fingers tightening in her hair.

She whimpered, feeling someone's tongue run through her folds while someone elses fingers pushed into her cunt. Her grip on Pietro tightened as she moved and he was groaning above her, thrusting his hips lightly with her movements.

"Cum for me birdie." Clint hummed in her ear, confirming that the tongue licking her was Natasha's. "Cum for us."

She moaned around Rhodey's length, squeezing Pietro, thighs clenching around Natasha's head. Clint's hands came up to caress her breasts, rubbing her nipples softly between his fingers. He kissed her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.

"That's it sweet mama." Rhodey groaned, before spilling down her throat. "Fuck you're gorgeous."

"On the bed." Clint swatted her ass as she slowly pulled off Rhodey's cock, licking anything she had left behind.

She crawled up on the bed, hovering over Pietro who was already on the bed. Clint, Rhodey, and Natasha joined the two of them quickly.

"Come here Princessa." Pietro commanded and Penny straddled him, letting him guide himself into her cunt. His hands went immediately to her hips, helping her as she started to ride him. She shifted her hips back and forth before moaning as Natasha straddled Pietros' face, drawing Penny into a kiss with her.

Penny hummed happily, biting Natashas lip lightly, sucking on it and then nibbling at it. Natasha took over very quickly, tightening her hand in Pennys white locks. Nat sucked on Penny's tongue while she moaned, riding Pietro's face while Pietro amazingly kept up the fast, rhythmic thrusts into Penny.

Clint moaned somewhere behind Penny and she broke away from Nat to glance behind and see Clint on his elbows, with Rhodey thrusting into him from behind.

"God." Penny groaned, before reaching back up for Nats lips.

Penny felt Clint's fingers gently prodding at her back hole and she relaxed so that he could start fucking her with two fingers. She clenched down tightly on Pietro, reacting to Clint's fingers. Nat grasped the back of her head again, pulling her to her once more.

"Ты такой красивый зайчик" Natasha purred. [You're so beautiful Bunny]

"Итак, вы, Наталья. . . так красиво" Penny whispered back, nipping at Nat's bottom lip, before clenching down on Pietro harshly. "Fuck Pietro!" [So are you Natalia. . .So beautiful]

"Хорошая девочка Принцесса." Pietro praised, spurting up inside of her. [Good girl Princessa]

"Да, у тебя так хорошо получается, Берди. Теперь иди и сядь на мой член," Clint chuckled, kissing down Penny's shoulders. [Yes, you're doing so well Birdie. Now come and sit on my cock.]

"Okay." Rhodey grumbled as Penny quickly went ahead, straddling Clint and sinking down on his cock. "Can we all revert back to the normal language?"

Penny giggled as she placed her hands on Clint's chest, rocking herself slowly on his cock while he lightly thrusted his hips upwards, rolling with her.

Natasha smirked, before pushing Rhodey back into the bed and leaned down, starting to purr Russian into his ear as she rode him hard. Rhodey was a mess under her very quickly, before the two of them were cumming with each other.

Penny meanwhile, was now pressed down on her back, against the sheets, while Clint hooked one leg over his shoulder and fucked into her mercilessly.

"Please?" Penny moaned, tossing her head back.

"Nah." Clint teased. "C'mon birdie, you can go a little longer than that."

Pietros hands fondled her large, soft breasts in his hands. "Yes Princessa, hold on for us just a little longer."

Penny panted, clenching around Clint, eyes flickering. "P-please Clint. Please?"

"You're a needy little bird aren't you." Clint smirked, eyes darker than normal, his lips skimming her jaw before sucking on the skin of her neck. "My needy little bird. Come and cum."

Penny arched, her entire body tense, before relaxing completely as she shattered apart on Clints' dick.

"You're so beautiful when you cum Princessa." Pietro smirked, leaning over and kissing Penny's forehead.

Penny smiled, blissed, reaching for Rhodey last. He flipped her over onto her stomach, kissing the space between her shoulder blades as he thrusted into her from behind. He drew her back onto her hands and knees, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them as he fucked her.

"Fuck." Penny gripped the sheets tightly in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut, finishing quickly.

"That's it sweet mama." Rhodey whispered in her ear, pulling out gently and cleaning her up with the flannel that Clint had brought back. "Love you."

"Love you too." Penny smiled gently, curling up in Natasha's arms with Pietro on the other side. Things were back to normal.

[pleasurewellness]

Sunday Kind of F...

It was Monday morning when Ella decided to finally go home. She quickly got dressed, rummaging through the piles of clothes on the floor trying to find her underwear and blouse; she stared at the man in the bed before shuffling out the door, without making a sound. Making her way into the elevator, she stuck her earrings back in each hole, carefully making sure the neighbors didn’t notice her stained neck with tiny love bites made from the previous few nights. Her stockings were ripped, though she didn’t even bother putting them back on. After exiting the elevator she quickly tossed them into a nearby trash can—a devilish smirk on her face, making eye contact with the doorman before flipping her long black hair and making her exit. 

Before hopping on the subway she stopped at a local vendor, chicken over rice with lettuce, tomatoes, and extra white sauce please and thank you. The man behind the greasy stove smiled at her ear-to-ear, pretty girl, for you, $7. She smiled back, handed him a plain $5, and winked before taking her meal and walking to the train. 

When she got home she took a long look in the mirror and admired the bruises, bites, and the way her face had this glow she hadn’t seen since her early 20s. 

After dinner Ella decided to take the dishes while her husband, Elijah, cleared the table. Marvin Gaye was playing on their ceiling speakers, a new investment Ella felt was much needed for the ambiance in the space—of course, the original idea had been conceived by the artist one snowy evening, lounging in the bedroom while Ella modeled her holiday corsets and stockings, gifted by her husband. While scrubbing the large pot, made to hold their bolognese, she looked out on to New York City and became overwhelmed with the love she had for her life, her job, her relationship with her distant-yet-attentive husband. She then looked down, on a younger, more magnetic couple sipping post-dinner wine on their balcony. The young man looked like the artist—her artist. It had been two weeks since she spent the weekend with him, confined in his medium-sized Brooklyn loft. Still scrubbing, she thought about how good it all felt. How good he felt. He made her feel like a dainty college freshman, a feeling she had surely forgotten after all these years experiencing life—experiencing life with Elijah. 

At first she didn’t know if she should go. They had only gone on a few coffee dates, exchanging notes, and talking about growing up in the city. He asked her why she chose to be an art collector, what motivated her and inspired her. Ella glistened with elegance and an unassuming knowledge on Renaissance art, Pop art, and even pornography. She was everything the artist had dreamed of, and more, in a woman—in a partner, for life. And she found him exciting, full of life; an artist with true vision, questionable morals. I mean, he is an artist… she told her closest friend one afternoon over brunch. Before thinking, she agreed to meet him again—this time, at his loft in Brooklyn. At first, she didn’t think anything of it. However, as the day crept closer, she found herself running unusual errands; getting her hair blown out, booking an expensive spa day, getting her nails and toes painted cherry red, waxing her untouched body. It hadn’t occurred to Ella that the last time she had sex was more than six months ago; the last time she felt desired, even longer. It wasn’t the physical act of sex she missed; it was the pining, the waiting, the teasing, the unknown. Ella had always been one for spontaneous activities, it’s what drew Elijah close to her in the beginning. Still scrubbing, she started to struggle with a piece of burnt pasta stuck to the bottom of the pot. It resembled one of the strings to a sculpture in the artist's apartment. She began to think about him, his hair, his hazel-with-a-hint-of-green eyes, his big smile, gapped front teeth; she thought about his fingers, how soft and strong his dark skin was, his clean fingernails; still scrubbing, she thought about his tongue; how he was the first man to suck her own tongue with his—something not even Elijah had shown her; still scrubbing, she thought about how he slowly undressed her when she first walked into his dimly lit apartment, with every question of if he liked what she was wearing he would slowly remove an article, eyes locked with intention; she pined for the way he tongued her ear, gently biting; still scrubbing, she remembered the way he removed  her dress with only his mouth, how he slowly bit off her stockings, accidentally ripping them with excitement, the way he kissed her fresh toes, her fingers, her thighs; still scrubbing, she remembered how good he felt inside of her, her desire now dripping onto her lace thong and shit I hope Elijah doesn’t notice. 

It was a tight pressure she hadn’t felt since she spent a semester abroad in France her junior year of college; where oral sex is a given and the women almost-always cum. Ella had never came with Elijah, maybe once, while they were drunk after a birthday dinner, but she couldn’t remember all that well. Still scrubbing, she pictured his fingers in her mouth, something she never knew she enjoyed until the artist; he showed her how to feel young again, to feel free, to feel ecstasy. 

Damn girl, you think the pot is clean enough? Elijah joked, startling Ella. She flew back and nearly wet the entire kitchen floor with both of her messes—of course, Elijah didn’t notice either of them. Elijah quickly disappeared into the shower, leaving Ella to her imaginative meditation. After debating whether she should stay in her fantasy, Ella decided to join her husband in the shower. To both of their surprises, it was exactly what they needed from one another. They made sweet love in the wet confinements of their rainwater shower. After six sex-free months with Elijah, Ella quickly remembered why she never felt guilty about the artist; the following week, while Elijah was sent on another “business retreat,” Ella decided to visit her Brooklyn-baed artist. 

[amethystina]

I wonder, what does Elijah think about all the flirting that is going on in the house. And eventually, how is she going to take their relationship

She doesn't really think about it? Since she's not even aware of it happening x'D

Not because she's stupid or anything, but because she has literally not SEEN any of the flirting.

She didn't see them do the dishes, or when Yo Han got handsy in the kitchen in the latest chapter, or when they bickered about the car in Yo Han's study — she didn't even see them hug on the night that Ga On arrived.

The closest thing she's seen to flirting is Ga On stopping Yo Han from throwing a tomato at her (and she definitely took that more as him defending her honour than anything else) and some bickering that just falls into the same category as her and Yo Han's bickering in her eyes.

And sure, I don't write their every interaction with each other (imagine how long the fic would be if I did THAT x'D ) but the ones I skip are usually the ones where nothing worthy of note is happening. So it's not like there's flirting happening off-screen, either — since that WOULD be worth noting ;)

So, well, Elijah has no idea about the flirting. Which, obviously, is intentional on Yo Han's part. He might be shameless, but he's also calculating and meticulous as all hell. He knows better than to flirt too blatantly when Elijah is in the room since that will put Ga On in a very awkward position — one that might make Ga On pull back since he's afraid that Elijah will notice what's going on. And that's counterproductive to what Yo Han is trying to accomplish.

So she's blissfully unaware at the moment. She WILL begin to notice it eventually, of course, but it won't happen quite yet.

As for how she will react, well, that would be a spoiler ;) But I can reveal that it won't be particularly dramatic. By the time we reach that point, I honestly don't want to give them MORE to worry about. Especially Ga On — he needs a break.

[writerssoul46]

The Christmas lovebirds

I walked through the dimly lighted streets, the cold with breeze hitting my face. It was a colder evening than usual, but i walked to my usual spot at a café. As the time passed by, I finally reached the café. As I entered, I heard somebody call my name.

'Victoria! Glad to see you again.' That was my best friend Elijah. She was always happy and cheerful. I don't even know how she kept being like this. Everybody calls me "Depressed" or something. Maybe because I tend to not smile a lot. I don't feel emotion anyways.

'Hey' I answer, putting my things on to a chair next to a table that i found next to the window.

'What can i get for you today? You seem really under the weather today.' She spoke, as I sat down looking through the window staring in to the small snowflakes falling from the sky.

'Just a coffee.' I respond, still not making eye contact. I don't know why I just usually tend to stare and zone out. As she left to go make the coffee, I turn to look at the interior of the café. It was a beautiful café with the Christmas lights hanging on the front door of the café, it had two stories, and like dozens of book shelves. Honestly I loved coming here Everyday.

A while later there was a other customer coming in, as I lifted my head from my sketchbook, I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Brown wavy hair, ember eyes, and she was wearing the prettiest scarf. As she came in, I widen my eyes a little, but quickly turning away. But I couldn't resist taking a quick glimpse of her. As she was talking with the workers, I admired her from afar. Before I knew it, she had turned back and saw me staring at her. I quickly composed myself, mumbling a quick "sorry" even though she wouldn't hear it. But strangely she smiled, and walked off to a table right next to me. As I started to compose myself from not looking like a tomato, Elijah came back.

'Hey girl, here I brought- whoa' Elijah stopped her face a little confused, but her expression quickly turned in to a smirk.

'Whos got you blushing like that?' She spoke, teasing playfully.

I quickly cover my face.

'W-what?'

Elijah's smirk got wider as she continued.

'You look like a tomato' She chuckled, putting one hand on her hip.

I grumble, composing myself. This feeling was fucking strange, and someone seeing me like this? Even worse in my opinion. I looked at Elijah, still having that smug face.

'You're pissing me off way too much.' I answered.

'I love you too!' She chuckled, while walking back to work.

I sigh deeply looking out of the window again, until i heard somebody speak to me.

'I'm guessing you're not a talkative person are you?'

I turn around to see the beautiful girl from before. She turned to face me and reached out for a handshake.

'Ashley. nice to meet you.' She smiled.

I swear her smile meted me from the inside. I reached to shake her hand, her skin was soft and gentle. Gosh it was so amazing.

(Creators note)

unfortunately I cant continue for now:( But i hope you like it!

Want a continued story about them?

Have a good day!

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[short-black-diamond]

Can you imagine how flustered Elijah would be if reader flirts with him in french even if he doesn't understand french

This is not a request I just wanna share thoughts and prayers

- some dude

broooo I'm imagining him rubbing his neck sheepishly as he shyly asks you what you just said, but since you're such a tease, you kept talking to him in french, and imagine him just looking up some french words and then he stumbles on the famous audio "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

And he practises that, without looking at the rest of the audio. and then, when he asks you that question, it's your turn to blush.

That makes Elijah grin at you. "Uh- do you know what you just said?"

Elijah shook his head. "I don't know, but it made you blush!", he exclaimed happily. He was just glad that he didn't stay on the receiving end of getting flustered anymore.

you chuckled at his answer before telling him what it really meant "You asked me if I'd like to sleep with you."

And that made Elijah blush furiously, as he apologized a hundred times and covered his face in his hands.

...Yeah, he should check before he said something again.

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Sorry but I just wanted to write a scenario on your thoughts, it was impulsive. Bt we stan flustered Elijah

Anyways I hope you can give me more insight about your cool thoughts, dude (can I call you 🧍🏻‍♂️ ? or give me an emoji so I can seperate you form the other anons I have, okay sweetie?)

read you in my next posts, your diamond <3

[theboogierat]

The minimen.

[jedidiah-hate-blog]

Hello ghost blog. The time is 25:25, the sky is a stunning tone of midnight with a glaringly large moon, and today has been good.

I love being in a body that can process more than buttered bread. Today I tried a monster energy drink (which was really sweet & kinda fruity), chocolate, granola, chicken, tomatoes, and sausages.

I made more progress on Elijah's mask, too! It should be ready to paint tomorrow.

I even went on a walk! I love having a working body.

I've been enjoying relaxing today. Spent a lot of time with Elijah, and it's been nice. We're talking a lot about our memories, trying to figure out whether or not we're canon divergent in the same way. I don't mind if we are or not, though, because he's nice.

Anyway, we have an early morning tomorrow, so I should go to bed. Good night, ghost blog. I love you.

[themovieblogonline]

Peter Dinklage’s “Toxic Avenger”: Unleashing the Unreleasable

The buzz around Peter Dinklage Toxic Avenger has been electric ever since the first teaser trailer dropped last October. You could almost smell the anticipation. Yet, like a bad case of toxic waste, the excitement has soured. According to recent reports, filmmaker Macon Blair's movie is currently deemed "unreleasable." What gives? https://youtu.be/1v8-tDbIy-8 Rumor has it that the commercial prospects for this reboot are just too "out there" for traditional theatrical release. Imagine that: a film too wild for the movies. It’s the cinematic equivalent of being too hot for TV. Despite positive reviews from various film festivals (a solid 92% on Rotten Tomatoes from 24 verdicts), the film can't find a distributor. It's like the cool kid at the party who still can't get a date. The Streamer Dump? If you’re hoping to catch Peter Dinklage in all his toxic glory on the big screen, don’t hold your breath. The word is that The Toxic Avenger might be offloaded to a streaming service or head straight to VOD. Filmmaker and producer Adam Masnyk took to Twitter (or is it X now?) to confirm that the film has been deemed "not safe enough to market." Translation: it’s just too darn gnarly. So, what’s all the fuss about? The Toxic Avenger follows Winston Gooze, a regular janitor who transforms into a monstrous hero after a toxic accident. Picture Peter Dinklage wielding a glowing mop with superhuman strength, trying to save his son and stop a corporate tyrant from wreaking havoc. It's got all the makings of a cult classic: gore, humor, and a healthy dose of satire. The ensemble cast includes Elijah Wood, Jacob Tremblay, Taylour Paige, Julia Davis, Jonny Coyne, and Kevin Bacon. If only someone would step up to release it. The Future Looks Murky With no confirmed release date, The Toxic Avenger remake seems to be in cinematic limbo. Could it become lost media, as some have suggested? It’s a sad fate for a film with so much potential and star power. Even an obscure streaming platform might be a stretch, considering the film's gory subject matter. Yet, if movies like In a Violent Nature can make it to theaters, there’s still hope for our toxic hero. A Bit of History For the uninitiated, The Toxic Avenger isn’t a new kid on the block. The original 1984 film, created by Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Entertainment, became a cult classic for its over-the-top violence and campy humor. The story of a bullied janitor who transforms into a radioactive superhero struck a chord with audiences, spawning sequels, a musical, and even a children’s cartoon. The reboot aims to bring this beloved character to a new generation, with Peter Dinklage stepping into the radioactive shoes. In conclusion, the fate of Peter Dinklage’s Toxic Avenger hangs in the balance. Will it find a home on a streaming service, or will it be lost to the annals of "unreleasable" films? Only time will tell. For now, fans can only wait and hope that this toxic tale gets the release it deserves.

[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 66 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Watching their approach to the harbour did nothing to ease the cold dread in Bug's gut.

The port was tiny, barely more than a hidden cove.

Bug was beginning to suspect that Selen had only been warned away from it because it was a meeting place for Wrasher, a notoriously insular and morally flexible bunch.

Hudson hadn't even thought it worth mentioning at all until he'd been asked.

It might allow Bug to survive, to find his way back to the others but what could it possibly do for Brayan?

Brayan's condition had worsened.

Though he'd stopped asking questions, his silence was more worrying.

He vomited occasionally, clutched his head and shied away from light.

The moment a gangplank connected the ship to the dock, Bug rushed forward, only to find his path blocked by an older Eth man with long hair and a vaguely familiar face.

"Ah, Elijah," Zara said from behind Bug.

"Always unsettling to see you involved in things. What can we do for you today?"

Elijah's gaze remained fixed on Bug.

"I've come for your passengers."

"I should have known your hands were all over this," Zara said.

"Take the hurt one. Maybe you can do something for him. Let this skinny boy stay with us."

Bug looked back and forth between them, his eyes finally settling on Elijah.

"You can help him? Do you have a healer?"

"Possibly," Elijah said, though it was unclear which question he was answering, Zara stepped closer to Bug.

"And you'll take only him."

"No," Bug insisted.

"I won't leave him. I'll go too. Why don't you want me to?"

"She thinks she understands what's happening," Elijah said, eyeing Zara.

"She does not. This is understandable, as she is not meant to. Permission to board your ship and collect our patient, Captain?"

Bug turned to see Zara grant her permission with a sweeping wave of her hand.

Three Eth who had been idling on the dock sprang into action, lifting a litter.

Two were strong men, the third a teenage girl.

Bug retreated onto the ship as they followed.

"Nice to see you, Mae," Zara said to the girl as she passed.

Mae gave her a sunny smile but she was more focussed on following Bug over to Brayan.

Bug crouched at Brayan's side and soothed him as they rolled him onto the litter, murmuring reassurances he wasn't sure were true.

Mae led the way off the ship but Zara caught her arm.

"Don't you miss the ocean wind? A swaying ship beneath your feet? Don't you miss being free?"

Mae gently removed Zara's hand.

"Does it matter if I do? This is my place now. Please, let us pass."

Zara's lips thinned but she stepped aside.

Cassie tried to follow but Eliah blocked her path and shooed her back.

"Stay docked and mind the dog."

"Absolutely not," Zara said, her arms folded firmly across her chest.

"Don't test my patience, Zara," Eliah warned.

"You wouldn't come here if you didn't value what I offer. When have I ever not made something worth your while?"

Zara huffed and looked away.

Taking this as acceptance, Elijah gestured for the litter carriers to continue, hurrying to catch up with them.

Bug moved closer to Mae, lowering his voice.

"What did she mean about not being free? What's going on? Are you...?" he couldn't bring himself to say the word.

This was his only hope of saving Brayan.

He couldn't bear the thought that he was walking willingly back into the horror he'd only just escaped.

Mae shook her head.

"Elijah is right. She can't understand."

"But you will, soon enough," Elijah interjected from behind them.

"You came here for a reason, didn't you? Try to trust me just a little longer."

A thought stirred in the back of Bug's mind and he turned to look at Elijah more closely.

That face, he had seen it before.

"You were in my vision. With the tomatoes in the glass building."

Elijah smiled.

"There you go."

"But..." Bug's mind raced.

"What does that mean? Who are you? What's your place in all of this? What is all of this?"

"That's a lot of big questions," Elijah replied as they followed the litter bearers up a mountain path.

"Far bigger than you know. You're going to have to settle for small answers for now."

"Can you save him?" Bug asked urgently.

"If you can't, the rest doesn't matter."

"I believe the hand of fate wills it, just as it willed you here. We shall lend it our hands, our skills and every resource we have at our disposal. No, we don't have a healer but we have the next best thing, medicine."

Bug gave a grim nod.

What medicine could fix something like this?

He could only ask of them what they could offer but it felt so bitterly unfair for things to end this way.

As they crested the hill, an open iron gate came into view.

Beyond it lay a small valley cradling a collection of buildings unlike anything Bug had ever seen.

Neat, white rectangular structures were built in rows, their roofs adorned with sleek, dark panels but it was the massive construction at the centre that truly caught his eye.

Its high, slanted roof gleamed in the sunlight, the entire structure a marvel of metal and glass.

Even from this distance, Bug could make out the vibrant green of plants thriving within its transparent walls, a stark contrast to the barren mountainside surrounding them.

Bug felt the same sense of strangeness that had come over him when he'd first seen the vision of the inside of that building.

It was a thing that should not be in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

It was too perfect to make sense.

Who could have built such a thing?

He looked down at Brayan, hoping to gauge his reaction but his eyes were shut and he was breathing evenly.

Would he ever wake again?

Had Bug let his last moments to talk to him, to hold his hand, brush past him unnoticed?

He took hold of Brayan's hand anyway and walked with him.

Maybe somehow he would feel it and take comfort in the touch.

They made their way down the rough path into the valley and approached one of the strange, white buildings.

Why did it look like that?

Why was it built so perfectly yet without the least bit of love put into its design?

Inside was no different.

He was greeted by white walls leading down a hall lined with white doors.

Elijah placed a hand on Bug's shoulder.

"Our doctors are waiting for him. You need to leave him in our hands now."

Bug blanched.

"What? No, I can't leave him. Let me go with him."

"Show me your hands."

Bug raised his free hand, still clutching Brayan's with the other.

"Look at it," Elijah said, nodding at Bug's hand.

"Dirty. We've spread enough knowledge that you should know that matters in a hospital."

Bug attempted to clean his hand on his shirt but it made little difference.

"Can I go with him if I wash?" he asked, desperation creeping into his voice.

"The answer is and shall remain a no. Our doctors need to focus. You know he won't live if we don't help. Your only choice is to trust us."

Bug hesitated.

"Who are you? What is this place? Those visions in my head..."

"Big questions again. I won't answer them until I won't need to repeat the same answers to others later. For now, you must trust us. You have no other choice."

Bug gave Brayan's hand one last squeeze before letting go.

Perhaps if this place was beyond his understanding, their medicine might be as well.

Elijah led Bug down the hallway in the opposite direction from Brayan, ushering him into a small room.

Light shone into the room through two narrow glass panel strips along the ceiling that Bug assumed were a type of skylight, though they brightened the room more than Bug could make sense of.

The two beds in it were as white as the walls, though one wall had most of its space taken up by a pane of black glass.

"Don't touch anything," Elijah instructed as he retrieved a bundle of fabric from a drawer.

"You can't be with Brayan right now but you do still need to wash."

"If it's not so I can be with him, how can that possibly matter right now?"

"You can't do anything more than you already have for him. Other things continue to matter. I don't expect you to know or care about what or why but I do need you to do as I say."

Bug frowned.

"But... what do you want?"

"Right now, I want to help you. The rest we can worry about later. Please, Buagh. You don't have enough energy in you to waste it fighting me."

Bug hadn't told Elijah his name.

Not either version of it.

Given everything else, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Please," Elijah said when Bug remained silent.

"Come with me."

[rgs-savant-praytell-airor]

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And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for him, as one that is in bitterness for his firstborn.

They shall see hiss cross go before him coming in the clouds thus dreams. Harpozo.