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{Kol Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson x Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} It's just a friendly game… until you end up naked, adored, and thoroughly outnumbered...

♡♡ hiiii darlings, its been a while since I've written something properly filthy.... so here ya go! happy Sunday ... hehe ♡♡

7k words - Warnings: smuttt, (no incest), unholy amounts of teasing, foursome, vampire exhibitionism, oral (f + m), fangs + fingers + filthy mouths, blood drinking, praise kink, dp, biting (consensual) && one vintage board game turned strip show…

You stood barefoot on the cool stone of your penthouse balcony, overlooking the glittering lights of New Orleans, the humidity clinging to your skin as dusk sank into a sultry summer night. Anticipation hummed beneath your skin, delicious and electric.

The chime of the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile. You already knew who was waiting. Taking your time, you walked back inside, set your wine glass down, and padded over to open the door.

Three Mikaelson brothers stood framed in the entrance. Each strikingly different, yet all devastatingly handsome. Klaus leaned casually against the doorframe, a smug smile tugging at his mouth as his gaze swept over your silk dress, lingering with open appreciation. Kol was just behind him, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, that irrepressible grin lighting up his features, eyes sparkling with mischief. And Elijah stood tall and composed, hands clasped neatly in front of him, his dark eyes intent on every detail.

"Evening, love," Klaus drawled, his accent thick and velvet-soft, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, you're early," you said smoothly, stepping aside. "Come in."

Kol breezed past first, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, the scent of whiskey lingering on his breath. "You look beautiful as ever, darling," he murmured, already moving toward the bar.

Klaus followed, pausing long enough to let his fingertips brush your waist, sending a tiny shiver through you. "Nice of you to invite us," he said softly, eyes narrowed playfully. "Especially considering your recent absence."

"You always say absence makes the heart grow fonder," you teased, earning a quiet chuckle from him as he moved deeper into the penthouse, his gaze drifting over the space with approval.

Elijah stepped in last, eyes never leaving yours. "You look lovely," he said quietly, the simplicity of it making warmth pool low in your belly. You tilted your chin, inviting him closer, and he obliged, his hand settling briefly on your lower back, firm and possessive.

"You're not wearing your usual suit," you observed, brushing your fingertips over the soft fabric of his dark shirt.

"You always said I looked good dressed down," Elijah replied, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. He held your gaze for a lingering moment before stepping away, the absence of his touch leaving you aching.

Once inside, they seemed to realize the same thing simultaneously. It was just them. No other guests. No distractions.

"This isn't much of a party, love," Klaus remarked dryly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Isn't it?" you asked innocently, refilling your wine. "I've got drinks, music... excellent company."

Kol snorted, already halfway through his glass. "You've got an agenda."

You shrugged, moving to settle onto the plush chaise, deliberately letting your silk dress ride up just a little, exposing more of your thighs. "Let's play a game," you said lightly.

"What did you have in mind?" Klaus asked, pouring himself a drink, eyes flicking back to your bare skin.

"Strip poker," Kol offered immediately, a devilish smile splitting his face.

"Hmmm. No. Something better than that," you hummed, setting your wine glass aside and rising from the chaise. Their attention snapped to you in unison, three predators scenting something better than blood.

You could feel their eyes as you sauntered to the antique credenza beneath a massive painting. You opened a velvet-lined drawer and pulled out a carved wooden board, the corners worn down, runes darkened by centuries of touch.

Elijah raised a brow. "Is that... my Hnefatafl board?"

Klaus turned, expression flickering between surprise and suspicion. "I thought Kol stole that from me in Vienna."

"I let you believe that," you said sweetly, placing the board down with a soft clack. "I needed it more than you did."

"For six hundred years?" Elijah asked dryly, his gaze softening with something like amusement.

You shrugged, sitting on the edge of the chaise, your leg brushing Elijah's as he settled beside you. "I hope you didn’t miss it too much," you purred, looking up at him through your lashes.

"It's alright," Elijah murmured, eyes darkening. "I have a few new toys to make up for the loss."

A thrill skittered down your spine. You turned toward the others, who were laying out the pieces and sharing the whiskey.

"Are we playing or what?" you asked lightly.

Klaus looked over at you, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "You're on, sweetheart."

"Whoever loses a round removes an item of clothing," you said, settling back into the chaise, letting a strap slip off one shoulder.

"And whoever wins?" Elijah asked, his voice low and quiet, meant for you alone.

"Wins a prize," you replied simply, resting your hand on his knee as you leaned forward to make your first move.

The game progressed quickly, pieces sliding across the board as the conversation flowed, easy and teasing. Kol had lost his shirt and shoes, his hair mussed from the way he kept running his fingers through it. Elijah had removed his belt and socks. Klaus sat smugly, still fully clothed.

And you? You had lost the dress a while ago. Now you sat in nothing but your lacy black underwear, your skin flushed with heat and wine. Leaning against Elijah, you toyed with him, trying to throw off his game. His hand rested on the bare skin of your thigh.

"Are you sure you know how to play, love?" Klaus drawled, leaning forward to move a piece, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I'm winning at something… maybe not Hnefatafl, but I am, in fact, the winner here," you replied with a grin.

"It's pronounced like nef-ah-tah-fl," Elijah corrected gently.

"Oh pardon me for not speaking fluent ancient Nordic," you quipped, leaning back to look at him. "Say something else. Teach me some words."

"Darling, I can teach you far more than a few words," he replied, a flicker of heat lighting his gaze.

"Say I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen," you demanded playfully, biting back a giggle.

"Oh, I don't need to speak an ancient language to say that, sweetheart," Kol chimed in, a teasing smile curling his lips. "We all know it."

You felt a warm flush creep up your neck. You glanced over to Klaus, who had his head tilted to the side, lips pursed in mock consideration.

"Kol's right," Klaus purred, returning his attention to the board. "Though I don't think you should give her what she wants just yet, Elijah. We all know how much she enjoys begging."

You threw one of the game pieces at him, but a laugh escaped you nonetheless. "Niklaus doesn't know it yet, but he's losing this game," you teased, shooting him a mischievous grin.

"Am I, darling?" Klaus asked, leaning back in his chair, amusement flickering in his expression.

"Ek em fegrst kona í heimi," you said with slow, careful emphasis, leaning forward so Klaus got a full view of your cleavage. "I am the most beautiful woman in the world."

Kol laughed, leaning back to regard you. "Your pronunciation is shit, love," he grinned. "But the sentiment is not wrong."

The next round moved fast. Elijah captured Kol’s piece with precise, elegant ease.

"Well," Kol sighed, reaching down to tug off his trousers with dramatic flair. "Down to the essentials."

Klaus snorted. "You always did enjoy being half-naked."

"I like to be comfortable when I lose," Kol said cheerfully, tossing his pants aside and stretching out on the rug in nothing but black boxer briefs. "Besides, if I win the next one, I want her in my lap."

You arched a brow. "Feeling lucky, are we?"

"Always," he grinned, eyes sweeping over your body. "And you always look very good draped across me, love."

"You have to win first," Klaus drawled, already moving his piece.

But he didn’t. Elijah claimed that round too.

Kol groaned and flopped dramatically onto his back. "I’m much better at strip poker."

"Your turn, Niklaus," Elijah said smoothly, placing his piece for the next round.

Klaus scowled when he lost. "Rigged," he muttered under his breath, but he stood anyway, tugging his Henley over his head in one clean motion.

You made a very appreciative sound, raising your glass. "Finally. You were starting to feel overdressed."

"I could say the same," Klaus purred, settling back into his chair, his gaze dragging slowly over your exposed skin, pupils dilated.

Kol chuckled, and even Elijah cracked a faint smile. You turned back to the board, biting back a grin. It was almost time.

You lost the next round, intentionally. Your eyes met Klaus' as you stood, and a wicked smile spread across his face, his hunger barely masked.

"Lose the knickers, love," he said lightly, reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

You narrowed your eyes slightly. Then, you slowly turned around, giving them a perfect view as you slid the lacy garment down your hips and let it fall to the floor. You turned back, meeting his gaze again.

"Happy now?" you teased, moving to refill your glass.

"Yes, actually," Klaus drawled, his eyes roaming over you like he wanted to memorize every inch. "Very."

"Your turn, Elijah," Kol chimed in, attention fixed on the board.

You settled on the chaise, legs tucked beneath you. Elijah made his move. He lost. You suspected it was on purpose, just like you had done. You didn’t mind one bit.

He rose slowly, never breaking eye contact, and pulled his shirt off. You had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but each time felt like the first. He moved with the confident ease of a predator, lean muscle shifting beneath smooth skin.

"See something you like?" he asked softly, the deep rasp of his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Mmm," you hummed, tilting your head, giving him an appreciative once-over.

"Oh, stop preening," Kol groaned from the floor. "She’s seen it before."

"You say that like it ever gets old," you replied, eyes raking over the defined lines of Elijah’s chest and the way his arms flexed as he reached for the whiskey…You made a mental note to sink your fangs into those biceps later.

Finally, Kol won a round, and perked up immediately.

"Come on, love," he said with a cheeky grin, patting his thigh. "You promised."

"I didn’t," you said, eyes narrowing with amusement.

"Heavily implied," he shot back, still patting his thigh expectantly.

With a soft laugh, you crossed to him and slid into his lap, straddling him lazily, arms draped around his neck. Kol leaned in close, his breath warm against your cheek.

"So what's the plan after the game, darling?" he murmured, fingers tracing lightly along your hip.

"Whatever happens, happens," you replied quietly, turning so your lips hovered just a breath from his.

A flicker of desire passed through his expression, and his hands slid lower, gripping your ass firmly. You grabbed his wrist in warning, your eyes flashing. He just smiled.

"Later, then," he purred, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Klaus lost the next round. With only minor grumbling, he stripped off his pants, leaving him in crimson boxer briefs and socks, his pale, sculpted body on full display.

You gave an approving whistle. He grinned, settling back into his chair, sprawling slightly.

"Lose the socks, Nik," Kol called.

Klaus arched a brow. "Says the man who’s had his dignity gone since round two."

Still, he tugged them off with a sigh.

"Are we all having fun yet?" you teased, glancing around at them.

"This is certainly a welcome change from the usual family dinner," Elijah observed, a hint of a smile curling his lips.

"Yeah, and the dessert is even better than the entrée," Kol murmured against your ear, grinning and giving your thigh a playful squeeze.

"Yes, but I can't help but feel that you're trying to manipulate us, darling," Klaus said, his expression sharpening slightly. "Though to what end, I'm not entirely sure."

"I thought you were the unbeatable strategist. You really can't see where this is going?" you asked innocently.

"Oh, I've a fair idea," Klaus replied, his tone low with promise.

Kol chuckled, shaking his head. "She’s got us by the bollocks, and she knows it."

"Maybe," you conceded, grinning wickedly. "But you don’t seem to mind."

Elijah leaned forward, his jaw set as he studied the board. You saw it written all over his face, the exact moment he realized the next few moves were unwinnable. He played them anyway, composed even in defeat.

Kol’s smirk widened. "Off with the trousers, old man."

Elijah gave him a long, flat look. "You’re remarkably smug for someone who’s only won a single round."

"Because I'm about to get what I want," Kol grinned, sliding his hand along your bare thigh.

You gently removed his hand and climbed out of his lap, giving his shoulder a playful push. "Don't be greedy," you scolded.

"Yes, darling," Kol purred, his eyes glittering with mischief.

You crossed the room and stood in front of Elijah, biting back a smile as he rose from his seat, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. You placed a hand on his bare chest, savoring the firmness beneath your fingertips.

"Let me help," you murmured, reaching for the buttons on his trousers.

You watched his expression carefully as you tugged them down his hips, revealing the dark trail of hair leading beneath his boxers, his abs flexing beneath your touch. His jaw tightened, lips parting ever so slightly.

"Now we’re all evenly matched," you said lightly, sliding your hands down the planes of his stomach.

Klaus raised a brow. "Evenly matched, but I would prefer you without that bra on."

You smiled sweetly. "Whoever wins the game gets to take it off."

Kol chuckled and leaned back, already studying the board. Klaus moved first, his brow furrowing as he weighed the possibilities.

"Do you always think three moves ahead, Klaus?" you asked lightly, stepping up beside him.

He glanced up, smirking faintly. "Sometimes. But it can also be fun to let things play out."

You arched a brow. "That sounds a bit like surrender."

He chuckled and then suddenly reached out, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you into his lap, positioning you with your back pressed against his chest.

"You think I'm a sore loser, love?" he purred, his voice curling warm against your ear.

"I think you're very competitive," you murmured, leaning back against him.

Klaus smirked and placed his final piece on the board. "You have no idea."

Elijah and Kol groaned in unison. Klaus had won the game. You could feel his smug grin against your shoulder.

"Well played, brother," Elijah said, leaning back to appraise him.

"Yes, very well done," Kol huffed, rolling his eyes. "Congratulations."

"The best part is that it was rigged from the start," Klaus purred, his breath skimming your neck. "Wasn't it, sweetheart?"

His hands slid to your waist, unclasping your bra with practiced ease, letting the straps slip down your arms and your breasts fall free to their view.

"I'm not sure what you mean," you said lightly, suppressing a soft gasp as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples.

"You could have easily won, but you chose not to," Klaus said, his voice laced with amusement.

"What makes you say that?" you asked, fighting to keep your tone even as his hands continued their exploration, trailing down your stomach and between your thighs.

"Because I taught you how to play. And you don’t lose unless you mean to," he whispered, fingers grazing your inner thigh. "So what is it you’re really after?"

"Hmmm," you hummed, squirming slightly as his hand drifted higher.

"What do you think, Elijah?" Klaus asked, glancing at his brother. "Do you think our sweet girl has been planning this?"

"I don't doubt it," Elijah said quietly, his eyes sweeping over you with calm intensity, a flush rising along your chest and neck.

"Kol?" Klaus prompted, his fingers dancing maddeningly close to where you wanted him most.

"It seems that way, doesn't it," Kol said, his gaze roaming your body with naked interest.

You slipped out of Klaus’s lap with a small sigh, reaching back to peel his hands off you. "Enough celebrating," you said, smoothing your palms down your own sides, as if you weren’t standing completely naked in front of three ancient vampires.

Three pairs of eyes followed your every move and you looked at each of them in turn, a slow smile curving across your lips. "The night's not over," you said lightly.

You sauntered toward your bedroom, hips swaying deliberately, fully aware of how hard they were watching you. "Don't make me wait too long," you called over your shoulder, vanishing into the dim glow of the next room.

There was a beat of silence. Then movement. You heard the thud of footsteps, the rush of bodies down the hall. You smiled to yourself, climbing onto the bed and reclining against the headboard.

Klaus was the first through the door, his expression caught between amusement and hunger. "Did you just make a tactical retreat, love?"

"Yes," you smirked, reaching out to snag him by his boxers and pulling him onto the bed. "But I expect all of you to follow my lead."

His lips met yours, a flash of hunger in the kiss. "Oh, I think we can manage that," he purred, hands sliding eagerly over your bare waist.

Kol appeared in the doorway, eyes raking over the scene with a wolfish grin. "My, my," he murmured, striding over to the bed and settling on your other side.

"I have to say, darling, this wasn't the kind of party I was expecting," he teased, his palm sweeping along your arm with slow intent.

"You like it, though," you hummed, tilting your head so he could nip at your neck.

"Mmmm," he agreed, his voice a low rumble against your skin.

Elijah stepped into the room, and the look on his face sent a fresh wave of heat between your thighs. You smiled at him and parted your legs, showing him just how wet you already were.

"See something you like?" you purred.

Elijah's jaw tensed. His gaze dropped to your pussy, his control visibly slipping. He nodded once.

Kol laughed softly, breath fanning over the damp skin of your throat. "He's still so proper, even when he's rock hard," he murmured.

"Come here, 'Lijah," you called, spreading your legs wider. "I've got a place for you."

Klaus' lips curved into a smirk, and he reached between your thighs, dragging a finger through the slickness pooling there.

"Yes, right here, brother," Klaus agreed, sliding his finger deep with a growl. "She's been waiting."

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation gripped you. The bed dipped as Elijah joined, his hands gliding up your calves and parting your thighs even further.

A soft moan escaped you, hips tilting toward his touch. Kol's mouth was still at your neck, his hand teasing your breast. Klaus removed his finger and took your hand, guiding it to his cock, pressing it into your palm. His lips found yours again, possessive and hot.

"God, look at her," Kol murmured, thumb brushing over your nipple. "So fucking pretty."

You moaned into Klaus's mouth, your body already unraveling. You could feel Elijah’s breath between your legs, the scratch of his stubble dragging along the tender inside of your thighs.

You broke away from Klaus, gasping. "Eli, don't tease," you whined, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging him closer.

"'Eli?'" Kol snorted, shaking his head. "Never heard anyone call him that before."

"Shut up," you hissed, cutting him off with a bruising kiss.

Elijah chuckled, kissing a path up your thigh. Then his mouth was on you, his tongue sweeping over your clit in long, devastating strokes. Your grip on Klaus’s cock tightened, and he groaned, his hips bucking forward into your hand.

Your body was alight, surrounded, consumed. Hands, mouths, teeth. They were everywhere, devouring you, worshiping you. There was no escape, and you didn’t want one.

"Fuck, that's good," you moaned, grinding against Elijah’s mouth as the pressure coiled tighter, your muscles trembling.

"Elijah's always been a talented linguist," Klaus murmured, nipping at your neck while still stroking himself under your guidance.

"Yes, well," Kol added, trailing kisses down your throat, "I remember your talented tongue too, darling, and I can’t wait to feel it again."

Elijah's eyes flicked up to meet yours just before his fingers slid inside you, curling perfectly. The sensation ripped through you, sparks skittering across every nerve.

"God, fuck, yes," you cried out, hips jerking against his face, his fingers. "Don't stop,"

Elijah hummed his approval against your clit, the vibration making your thighs shake. Klaus kissed you hard, swallowing your desperate moans.

"I believe our girl’s orders were clear," he said, voice thick with heat.

Kol’s fingers drifted to your stomach, pressing down just above your clit, right where it made you whimper.

"Like this, love?" he asked, watching you unravel.

"Y-yes," you gasped, eyes rolling back as the orgasm shattered through you, your whole body jerking with it.

You grabbed Elijah's hair, holding him against you as your hips rolled frantically, chasing every last wave.

"God, Eli," you moaned, breathless, ruined.

You were so lost in the sensation that you didn’t notice the look that passed between them. Or the wicked smiles they shared.

Elijah leaned back, his chin wet with your slick, lips curling in satisfaction. "Better, love?"

"Mmm," you hummed, grinning. "Much better."

You were still panting, sweat-drenched and sticky, Elijah's mouth still brushing against your thigh. Kol was tucked into your side, his fingers tangled in your hair. Klaus hadn't stopped stroking himself since you started falling apart.

You could feel their need, palpable and heavy, like pressure pressing down on your chest. You pushed them back, rising onto your knees. They shifted away slightly, watching you move, their eyes glittering in the half-light. You were drunk on power. You could feel it pulsing through your veins.

"Now, boys," you said lightly, trailing a finger along the curve of Elijah's jaw as you slipped off the bed, rising to your feet.

"Yes, love?" Klaus asked, a knowing smile on his lips.

You took Elijah's hand and pulled him to his feet, but your eyes were on Klaus. "I've missed you all terribly," you purred.

"I thought about you. About all the things I'd let you do to me. And I'd touch myself, thinking of you." Your gaze shifted from Klaus to Kol, then back. "All three of you."

You could feel their desire, their lust, and you reveled in it. You knew what they wanted, what they needed, and you were happy to provide.

"Tell me," you continued, your gaze finally landing on Elijah, a teasing edge in your voice as you slowly knelt before him. "Did you think about me too?"

He hummed softly, his hand caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip. "Always."

Your lips parted and his thumb slipped between them, grinning wickedly as you reached for his boxers. Tugging them down his lean hips, freeing his cock.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you wrapped your lips around the tip. You sucked him slow, deliberate, the weight of him on your tongue, the familiar taste of salt and skin. You let him slide deeper, watching tension bloom across his chest and stomach. Elijah’s lips parted, but he didn’t speak, just exhaled like you stole the very air from his lungs. His fingers curling and tugging on your hair.

You moaned around him, just to feel the way his hips jerked… and to remind him who he was dealing with.

Then you pulled back, slow and messy, tongue tracing the underside before you looked up with a breathless smile.

"Still so polite," you murmured, licking your lips. "Even when I’m on my knees for you."

Elijah's eyes darkened with heat. "You always did look best like this."

A shadow fell across your back. "She really does, doesn't she?" Kol murmured, rough and low. "Look at her. So perfect."

You opened your mouth, tongue flicking out to taste him as he stepped close.

"Greedy girl," Kol moaned, hand bracing the back of your head as you took him in.

You hummed as you bobbed your head, one hand stroking Elijah, the other reaching back blindly and finding Klaus, exactly where you knew he would be. His cock was hot and heavy in your palm.

"You love this," Klaus growled, voice rough with restraint. "You love being the center of it all."

You pulled off Kol with a gasp, spit glistening on your chin. "Yes," you said with a smile, looking up at Klaus, then Kol. "Yes, I do."

You kissed the tip of Klaus’s cock, then wrapped your lips around him. Your body buzzed with energy. Power and need.

His groan rumbled in his chest as you sucked him in, letting him press to the back of your throat before easing off, slowly. You didn’t gag. You never did. You just blinked up at him, letting saliva drip down your chin, your hands never stopping on Kol and Elijah.

"You’re such a fucking vision," Klaus muttered, his fingers tightening in your hair. "I could come just watching you do this."

You were drunk on it. On the sensation, the sound, the taste of them. The way they lost themselves to you, their hands grasping your hair, your shoulders, pulling, twisting, desperate for more.

You alternated between them. Mouth, hand, mouth again. Giving each one your full attention, savoring the different ways they responded.

Kol grunted and hissed when your hand twisted just right. "Fucking hell, darling."

Klaus’s jaw clenched, muscles tight as you sucked him slow and deep. "You’re going to make us lose our minds."

And Elijah... Elijah just watched. Controlled. Intense. His praise came in touch. Fingers sweeping your hair back, brushing your cheek. Reverent. Adoring. You moaned around him, letting him slip deeper. Then he pulled back, gently, reluctantly.

"Come here, love," he whispered, helping you rise to your feet.

"But I wasn't finished," you protested, pouting as you let go of Klaus and Kol.

Elijah smiled, cupping your face, thumb dragging across your swollen lips. "And I don't want to finish before the main event."

You hummed, nipping at his thumb. "Oh, and what’s the main event, 'Lijah?"

Klaus pressed up behind you, his cock hard against the small of your back. "Whatever you want, love," he murmured, breath hot against your ear.

Kol chuckled and moved back onto the bed, spreading out, his cock resting thick and heavy against his stomach. "I'm happy with whatever you choose," he said, dark eyes glittering.

Pressed between two Mikaelsons with a full view of the third, your heart was racing. For the first time all night, you felt like prey.

And from the looks on their faces, they knew it.

Klaus’s hands slipped around your waist, lips brushing the side of your neck. "I think she’s getting shy," he murmured, fingers sliding lower, cupping your ass, then dipping between your thighs.

"Hmm. Why are you suddenly shy, sweetheart?" Kol asked, stroking himself slowly, watching you squirm.

"Not at all," you said, trying to sound casual… and failing, breathless and uneven.

Elijah tilted his head, studying you with a faint smile. "We won’t ever hurt you, love."

Klaus chuckled, the sound low against your back. "Not in the way you're imagining, anyway."

"Oh," Kol said, leaning forward. "She's imagining it now. Look at that blush."

"Does that mean you promise to always take care of me?" you asked, feeling Elijah and Klaus press closer, caging you in.

"Always," Elijah swore, and the look in his eyes was so intense, so honest, that for a moment it felt like he compelled you.

"We'll do anything you want," Klaus murmured, guiding you backward onto the bed. Kol moved aside, letting you settle in between them.

"Anything," Kol echoed, his gaze following the path of Klaus's hands, sliding along your thighs.

Elijah joined you without a word, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he crawled forward, bracketing your head with his arms, his cock nudging against your hip.

"I want..." you began, trailing off as Klaus’s hand curled beneath your thigh, lifting it slowly.

"Go on," Kol coaxed, his voice low and eager.

He reached for your other leg, and together they lifted them, pressing your thighs into your chest, spreading you open for Elijah.

You gasped, your back arching slightly as cool air met slick heat, every nerve alight. Elijah’s eyes flicked lower, his gaze darkening at the sight of you laid out for him.

"What do you want, love?" he murmured, shifting closer, his cock brushing against you.

"I want you inside me," you said, the words catching in your throat, a little hitch.

Elijah's gaze flickered up to yours, his pupils dilating. "Where, love? Be specific."

Kol and Klaus held you in place, their hands firm on your legs, and you couldn't move, couldn't squirm. Could only breathe, and wait, and want.

"Here," you said, reaching down, fingertips dragging through the wetness pooling there. "Right here."

He watched, a muscle in his jaw twitching as you slipped a finger inside yourself, just to the first knuckle, teasing, taunting.

Klaus grabbed your hand and pulled it away, bringing your wet finger to his mouth. "No, sweetheart," he chastised. "Beg him. He likes that."

"Please," you whispered, a flush creeping up your cheeks."Please fuck me, 'Lijah."

Kol let out a soft groan beside you, his hand sliding up your thigh, thumb brushing slow circles into your skin.

"God, you sound so good when you beg," he murmured, leaning in close. "Say it again, sweetheart. Slower this time." His voice was thick with arousal, taunting and reverent all at once.

"Mmm," he hummed, and the sound sent a fresh wave of desire through you. "What about here as well?"

He rocked his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against your ass, and your heart skipped a beat. You nodded.

"Yes," you gasped.

He leaned down, capturing your lips, kissing you deep and slow. "How could I ever say no?" he murmured, shifting forward, easing his cock into your slick cunt.

"Fuck," you moaned, your body lighting up as he slid deeper, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Klaus kissed along the curve of your jaw, his lips curving into a smirk. "So beautiful," he murmured, nipping playfully at the side of your neck.

Kol shifted to his knees, taking advantage of the angle. He moved his cock closer, dragging the tip over your lips, leaving a glistening trail behind. You opened your mouth obediently, and he pushed forward, groaning as his cock slipped between your lips.

"That's it, darling," he said, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on where Elijah's cock disappeared into your body.

Elijah began to move, slow, measured strokes, and you moaned around Kol's cock, the sound muffled. He groaned, a hand curling into your hair, the other bracing against the bed for leverage.

"I missed your pretty little mouth," he purred, his thrusts growing rougher, harder, matching the rhythm Elijah had set.

Elijah’s pace quickened, his control starting to unravel. You clawed at the sheets, then at Klaus, desperate for something to anchor you as you started to fall apart.

Kol's hand tightened in your hair, holding you in place, and you took it, let him fuck your mouth, the wet sound of Elijah thrusting into you echoing through the room.

Klaus's hand moved lower, between your legs, and the sound that escaped you was raw, needy.

"Is this what you needed, love?" he purred, his fingers sliding through the slickness.

"Mmmph," you mumbled, nodding as much as you could.

He circled your clit with light, teasing strokes, just enough to make your body tense, a shudder of pleasure rippling through you.

Elijah’s rhythm faltered. He let out a sound low in his throat, almost a growl, and slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, cock pulsing deep inside you.

Elijah collapsed forward for a moment, forehead pressed to your shoulder, panting. Then he kissed your throat, soft and reverent, before pulling out slowly, carefully.

You whined at the loss, and Kol's lips curved into a grin. "Don't worry, darling, we're not finished with you yet."

"No," Klaus agreed, shifting back, his hand pulling away from your aching cunt. "We're not."

They released your legs, and Kol eased his cock out of your mouth, leaving you gasping. You looked between the three of them, chest heaving, body thrumming.

Your gaze landed on Klaus, and a wicked smile curved across his lips. You pushed him back against the pillows, climbing into his lap, his hands gripping your waist.

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxed, guiding you onto him, letting you sink down at your own pace, letting you decide.

The feeling of him filling you was exquisite, and the sounds he made. A soft, needy, greedy growl, made you weak.

"That's it," he breathed.

Kol shifted closer, fingers trailing down your spine, dipping between the curves of your ass.

You let out a soft yelp that dissolved into a giggle as his thumb teased the tight ring of muscle, his free hand spreading your cheeks apart.

"It's been a long time since I've had two inside me at once," you murmured, voice thick with desire, and Klaus groaned, the vibration rolling through you, making you clench.

"Then I suppose we better give our girl what she wants," Kol said, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

Klaus's hands settled on your hips, lifting you slowly, drawing out the delicious slide of him. Kol's touch never faltered, his thumb slipping inside you, pushing past the initial resistance. The stretch sent sparks shooting through your body. It felt incredible, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

"Hurry up, Kol," you said, looking back over your shoulder, and the smirk that tugged at his lips sent a shiver through you.

"As you wish," he murmured, pulling away.

Klaus held you steady, his hands firm on your hips, as Kol shifted behind you, positioning himself. You felt the hot press of his cock against your ass.

You let out a ragged moan, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as Kol pushed inside, his cock slick with saliva and precum, stretching you open with slow, brutal pressure.

"Breathe, sweetheart," Klaus murmured, and the softness in his voice made your heart skip.

Elijah knelt beside you, his lips capturing yours, distracting you, and the contrast made your head spin.

"Good girl," Kol praised, his voice thick with arousal. "God, you're perfect."

You were full. Overwhelmed by the sensations. The pressure. The ache. The pleasure. You clung to Elijah, needing something, anything, to keep you tethered. You let out a soft cry as they started to move. The two of them setting a slow, torturous rhythm.

You felt like a doll. A vessel. A conduit for their desire. There was nothing else in the world but them. All of the sensations blended together, and you could hear yourself babbling, pleading, begging, and you didn't care.

"More," you managed to gasp, pulling back from Elijah. "I need more."

Elijah's lips twisted into a smirk, his gaze flickering up to meet Klaus's. Kol’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hip.

"Are you sure, love?" Elijah asked, his voice deceptively calm.

You nodded, too desperate to form words.

"Well, then," he said lightly, glancing back toward Klaus. "I suppose we should give her what she wants."

Klaus sat up, the movement shifting Kol inside you, making you both gasp.

"That's the thing, isn't it?" he growled, voice low and rough. "Our girl always gets what she wants."

Kol kissed your shoulder, nipping playfully at the curve of your neck. "You smell so fucking good," he growled against your skin. "Sweet little thing..."

His fangs scraped along the side of your neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your gaze landed on Klaus, his eyes burning, feral.

"You need to taste me, don't you?" you whispered, your voice strained, ragged. "You need it."

Elijah hummed softly, and you reached out, offering him your wrist. "Take a bite," you whispered.

Kol didn’t hesitate. His fangs sank into your neck, the pain giving way to warm, hazy pleasure.

Elijah kissed the palm of your hand before sinking his fangs into your wrist . His bite softer, gentler. A sharp sting followed by a warm, tingling rush.

Klaus watched with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood. His gaze trailed from your neck, to the blood dripping down your chest and past your breasts. He leaned in, catching a drop of blood with his tongue. You felt his fangs brush the tender skin of your breast. He hesitated for a moment... before biting down.

The pleasure was unlike anything you had ever felt. Your whole body was alight, sparks dancing across every nerve ending, and you were so close, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that promised to break you apart.

You could feel their bloodlust, their hunger, the way it intensified the longer they drank. You never felt more powerful. More wanted. More divine. It wasn’t just sex, or power, or blood… it was communion, sacred and savage, a claiming in every sense of the word.

And then, you broke.

It was like the world shattered into tiny pieces scattering into light. Every muscle clenched. It felt like falling. Like flying. You were floating, weightless, adrift in a sea of pleasure.

A cry tore from your throat, wordless, helpless, and the three of them pulled away. The sensation of their bites tearing free sent another wave crashing through you.

You collapsed forward against Klaus's chest, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. You were barely aware of Kol and Klaus’s groans, the way their bodies tensed, their cocks pulsing as they let go.

Time slowed. The world narrowed to the sound of their hearts beating in sync, the scent of blood and sweat, the taste of it still lingering on your tongue.

"Fuck," Kol whispered, forehead pressed to your shoulder, chest rising and falling fast.

You started to giggle. Then you couldn’t stop, the laughter bubbling up from somewhere deep inside. "Gentlemen, that was incredible."

"Mmm, yes. It was," Elijah agreed, his voice soft.

You looked up, catching the slow curve of his smirk. You couldn't tell if it was the blood or the sex, but the look in his eyes… the way his tongue flicked out to catch the last drops of your blood from his lips was so damn sexy.

Kol slowly pulled out, his groan muffled against your skin. He collapsed backwards onto the bed, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes. "Was that sex or a religious experience? Because I swear I saw God... and she was riding my cock."

"My legs are jelly," you giggled, curling into Klaus’s chest, nuzzling his neck. "I don't think I can move."

Klaus chuckled, fingers tracing idle shapes on your back. "Then I guess we’ll just have to carry you everywhere from now on."

You felt Elijah’s hands on your waist, lifting you off Klaus's lap, and let out a delighted squeal, giggling again as he settled you on his chest.

"We are at your service, my dear," he murmured, his smile genuine. Almost boyish.

"Mmm, good," you whispered, melting into him.

The four of you fell into a warm silence. The kind that only comes after ruin. Outside, the sky had begun to lighten, pale gold bleeding into lavender. Morning was coming.

You let out a long, content sigh, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

Then, casually, you murmured, "You boys might want to get dressed."

Three heads turned toward you.

"They’ll be here soon," you added, voice light, almost dreamy.

Elijah stilled. Klaus’s hand paused. Kol lifted his head, one brow arched.

"Who?" Klaus asked, voice low and sharp.

You could feel Elijah tense, the shift of muscle beneath you. You smiled.

"Why, my enemies, of course," you said sweetly.

Kol blinked. "Enemies?"

You tilted your head, gaze sliding to Elijah. "You know I’ve collected a few over the centuries. And some of them are quite angry with me."

Elijah raised a brow. "Quite angry?"

You smiled wider. "Very."

You rolled off Elijah, sliding between him and Klaus, your gaze flickering from one to the other.

"They want revenge," you continued, pretending to look scared, voice wavering just a little. "They want to take my daylight ring and make me meet the sun."

You pouted, the picture of innocence. "But you all promised to protect me, remember? You wouldn’t leave me to fend for myself after all we shared... would you?"

Klaus snorted. Kol laughed. Elijah’s gaze swept over you, his lips curling into a slow, dark smile.

"You are absolutely diabolical," he said, a thread of pride in his voice.

"Well," you purred, dragging your nails along his chest, "I learned it all from you."

"And don’t forget it," Klaus murmured, the threat a tease.

There was a loud bang. Wood splintering.

"Here they come," you said, leaning back into the pillows.

You couldn’t help but giggle. And then the Mikaelson brothers were in motion. Clothes being thrown on. Bodies coiling into a defensive stance.

They would tear the world apart for you. And tonight, they would start at your front door.

"Oh, and boys?" you called, and they turned. "Kill them all."

"With pleasure," Klaus said, a wicked grin blooming across his face.

Another bang. The front door shattered.

And then they were gone. A blur of violence and rage. And all you could do was lie there, naked, satisfied, letting them do what they did best.

Protect what was theirs.

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wholoveseggs · 21 days ago

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i’m not sure if you’ve said it before, but what kind of cat is Egg?!

He's a maine coon!! With a little bit of ragdoll as well!!

#lissa responds #egg #my cat son #maine coon

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wholoveseggs · 22 days ago

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Update on egg? He has been living in my head rent free 😭

My boy is back to full health!!! 💕 Thank you for thinking of him!!! Here is one of my favorite photos of him

#lissa responds #egg posting #my cat son #egg #cat #cats of tumblr

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wholoveseggs · 22 days ago

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Hiii I loooooove your work!! I was wondering if you had anyone who you would recommend for more Klaus fics as you mostly write Elijah? 🙌😅

he's so hot in this gif

Hi sweet anon! To my great shame, I don't actually read a lot of Klaus fics, but when I do, it's the brilliant @klausysworld !! Go check her out if you haven't already. ♡♡

#lissa responds #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvdu #tvd #i'm sure I forgot so many amazing klaus writers #i have the memory of a goldfish

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wholoveseggs · 22 days ago

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Hiiii I love youuuu!!!! Your writing is legit so amazing, I come back to your blog every day and I can’t get enough. I hope you’re doing okay, and I hope Egg is too!!!

Thank you, darling!!! That is so kind of you && Egg is doing much better! My sweet boy sends his regards (and probably a headbutt)

#lissa responds #egg posting #my cat son

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wholoveseggs · 22 days ago

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Remnants {Part Three}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Three

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} You’re back in his bed. Your memories are back in your head. And that means your attacker must be...

3.6k words - Warnings: smuttt, date night, protective elijah, kol & klaus hunting for sport, one very unhinged stalker, a broken heel, fractured memories, champagne-based gloating && a first date so nice they did it twice...

{Part One}{Part Two

Months had passed since that disastrous night on the rooftop. Months since Liv's careful manipulation and obsessive planning had shattered completely. Months she had spent on the run, watching from the shadows as her worst fears became reality. She had heard whispers, saw you slither your way back into his life, smiling and laughing as though you belonged by his side.

Liv stumbled into a dark alley, clutching her wounded side. Pain radiated through her ribs with every ragged breath, but it was already fading. Her thoughts raced frantically, heart hammering in panic. She had gotten reckless, desperate. The compulsion she had painstakingly woven into her new puppets had crumbled like sand the moment the Mikaelsons arrived. She'd underestimated them. She'd underestimated you.

Now she was being hunted.

She cursed bitterly. Blood seeped through her fingers, staining her dress, but it was healing quickly, just not quickly enough. Kol and Klaus were toying with her, dragging it out, prolonging her humiliation. She gritted her teeth, tasting fury.

"He was mine," Liv hissed to the shadows, voice trembling with anger. Elijah was hers. She had chosen him. She had sacrificed so much to have him, only to watch him slip from her grasp. She should have killed you. It was your fault. You had stolen him from her, and now you were both going to pay.

She remembered the first time she saw him… Her Elijah… his dark eyes and soft smile. He ordered his drink, a regular americano in a mug…and tipped generously. She made a point of waiting on him, cleaning his table and asking how his coffee was. He had barely looked at her, but in her mind, it meant everything. He was being coy. Playing hard to get.

She had never wanted anyone more than she wanted him.

A soft laugh echoed from above, chilling her to the bone. "Oh, Liv," Kol's voice dripped with amusement. "You don't look so good. Are you feeling alright?"

She froze, breath catching. Kol was perched on a nearby fire escape, a smirk curling his lips. His eyes gleamed dangerously in the moonlight.

"You don't understand..." she started. But her words came out slurred and weak.

Kol leapt down, landing gracefully beside her.

"Understand what?" he purred, tilting his head. "How utterly pathetic you are?"

She lunged forward, rage driving her actions, but Kol appeared behind her, pinning her effortlessly against the wall. Like he was holding up a particularly vicious kitten.

"I could snap your neck right now," he whispered, lips brushing her ear. "But we both know you'd just come back, wouldn't you? And I'd have to do it all over again."

She twisted against his grip, hissing and snarling. But his hold only tightened.

"I'd make it hurt, of course," he continued, voice laced with mock-pity.

Klaus approached slowly, his expression darkly amused. "What is it about our brother that attracts such madness?" he mused.

Kol chuckled. "Hmmm...I believe it's the whole tall, dark, and handsome bit. Women tend to swoon for that sort of thing."

Liv struggled uselessly, hissing curses, her delusions collapsing under the weight of her reality. Sleep had become a distant memory. She had begun hearing Elijah’s voice in her mind, whispering promises she knew he'd never actually make.

"But then again, you have some rather interesting exes, Nik," Kol added thoughtfully.

Klaus scoffed, arching an eyebrow. "Nothing like this, I assure you."

“Better text Elijah we're wrapping up soon,” Kol drawled, his smile cruel. "He's taking the lovely Y/N on a date tonight, isn't he?"

A high-pitched laugh escaped her, half-mad and frantic. She couldn't die. Not yet. Not like this. She still had so much left to do. Elijah would come for her. He would see the truth, see that you were nothing but a weak, pitiful, pathetic human. She had done everything, changed every piece of herself to become worthy of him.

"He'll kill you both," she spat, a twisted grin stretching across her face. "I'll watch the light leave your eyes, and then he will tell me he loves me... and then he will marry me and we will never ever even think about you two and his filthy fucking whore-"

Klaus and Kol looked at each other. And then, in unison, they laughed.

"Oh, darling, do shut up," Kol said, his grip on her wrists tightening. "You're embarrassing yourself."

"We're not going to kill you," Klaus said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Liv's eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. "W-what?"

"Not yet," Kol added, grinning wickedly. "We are bored, after all."

"Elijah," Klaus began, "did insist we kill you slowly. Painfully. For what you did to Y/N."

Liv felt a sudden wave of hope. Elijah hadn't forgotten her. He’d spoken of her. He wanted her alive. That meant something. Maybe there was still a chance. She could fix this. She could undo the damage.

Kol set her down, keeping her pinned against the wall, but his grip loosened slightly.

"So," Klaus continued, "run," he purred. "Beg. Hide. We'll give you a head start. Let's see how long you can last, shall we?"

She was released.

For a moment, she stood there, frozen, unsure. Then, with a burst of speed, she ran.

And didn't look back.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of your dress for the third time.

"You look lovely," Elijah's voice came from behind you, warm and certain.

You turned to find him leaning in the doorway, every inch the gentleman. Dark suit. Crisp white shirt. Quiet reverence in his gaze. And just like always, your stomach fluttered for reasons you couldn’t quite name.

"So," you said, trying to sound casual. "Big plans for the evening?"

"Well," he said, straightening his cufflink with a small smile, "I'm going on a date with my dream girl."

Your cheeks flushed, and you tried not to grin like an idiot. "Is that so? She must be pretty special."

"She is," he said softly, looking up.

The two of you stared at each other, the moment stretching taut. Your heart hammered in your chest, and suddenly, it was all too much.

"I'm not her, Elijah," you blurted, hating how uncertain your voice sounded. "Not yet, anyway."

His expression didn’t change. Not even a flicker. "Yes, you are."

"But-"

"You are," he repeated, stepping forward and holding out his hand, eyes fixed on yours. "You may not remember us, but you are her. And I'll do whatever it takes to remind you."

You swallowed hard, trying not to melt. "Even if it means waiting?"

"Especially then," he said, and the honesty in his voice made your heart twist.

You took his hand, and his fingers immediately tightened around yours.

"So," you murmured, your voice a little shaky. "Where are we going?"

"An Italian place," he said, his thumb tracing slow circles against your wrist. "They have a very good wine list."

You smiled. "I love Italian food."

He smiled back. "I know."

The restaurant was beautiful. Intimate and secluded. The kind of place you only go on special occasions. The kind of place Elijah would take a girl he was trying to impress.

He pulled your chair out before sitting across from you. The waiter arrived quickly with wine, and Elijah ordered for both of you like he had done it a hundred times. Maybe he had.

"I hope I’m not being too presumptuous," he said as the server walked away.

"Not at all," you said. "It’s kind of nice."

"Is that your diplomatic way of saying you’re enjoying yourself?"

You smirked. "Maybe."

He smiled, and you took another sip of wine to hide your face.

Halfway through the pasta course, Elijah’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, lips tightening before he locked the screen and set it facedown.

"Everything okay?" you asked.

"Kol and Klaus have found something," he said, folding his napkin a little too precisely. "A location. They think Liv’s been hiding nearby."

Your heart gave an anxious thud.

Elijah noticed immediately. "You don’t have to worry," he said gently. "You’re safe. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know," you said quietly.

"Then why the fear?"

"It's not for me," you admitted. "It's for my friends. I haven't seen or heard from them since the party. Not even a text."

Elijah paused, choosing his words with care. "They weren't themselves," he finally said.

"You think she's controlling them?"

"It's possible. The effects of the compulsion can be long-lasting."

"Will they get their memories back?"

"In time."

"But what about..." You trailed off, suddenly afraid to finish the sentence.

"If my brothers find her, they will kill her, and your memories will be restored," Elijah said. "No more painful decompulsion spells from Freya. It will just be you. Like it was before."

The rest of dinner passed in easy conversation, most of it about you. Things you liked. Places you wanted to see. He listened intently, like he didn't already know all of it, and somehow that made it easier to breathe.

By the time you left the restaurant, the night had cooled. Elijah offered you his arm again, and you slipped your hand through it without thinking.

You walked in comfortable silence, shoes clicking gently against the sidewalk.

"Can I ask you something?" you said after a minute.

"Of course."

"What was our first date really like?"

He glanced at you, smiling a little. "Exactly like this."

You arched a brow. "Seriously?"

He nodded, his chuckle low. "Same restaurant, same food. I even wore the same suit."

You blinked. "Are you joking?"

He shook his head. "You said I looked good in it and made me promise to wear it again."

You laughed softly. "You do look good in it."

He smiled, and you found yourself leaning into him slightly, drawn to the warmth of him.

The moment was almost perfect. If it weren’t for the dull throbbing in your temples.

You pressed a hand to your forehead, sighing.

"Are you okay?"

"Just a headache," you said, trying to brush it off. "They’ve been getting more frequent ever since Freya started poking around in my head."

But then a sharp memory flared, stealing your breath. You were on this street before. Your ankle ached. The smell of rain and asphalt hit you. You were in his arms.

Elijah turned you gently, his hand settling on the small of your back. "Hey," he murmured.

"I'm okay," you said, swallowing hard. "I... I think I just remembered something."

His eyes lit up. "What was it?"

"Did I... twist my ankle or something?" you asked, trying to piece it together. "Right here? It was dark."

"Yes," he said, a fond smile flickering across his lips. "Your heel broke."

"It was raining."

He nodded. "Yes."

"You picked me up and carried me."

"I did." He smiled again, his thumb brushing against your wrist.

"That’s the first time you kissed me," you whispered, heart thudding.

His expression shifted, turning soft and a little wistful. "Yes," he murmured, and then his hand cupped the side of your neck, his thumb tilting your chin upward.

He leaned in, his mouth just a breath from yours- and suddenly, the memory sharpened.

Rain. Thunder. Your fingers sliding into his hair. His mouth on yours. The grip of his hand in the fabric of your dress.

"Was it like this?" you asked, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that felt slow, aching, and perfect.

He pulled away, his eyes dark and searching. "Exactly."

You let out a soft laugh. "I wish I could remember more."

"Give it time," he murmured. "We'll make new memories."

You leaned into him as you walked. His arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers trailing over your hip.

Something flickered behind your eyes. Warm arms under your legs. His scent in your hair. Your own laughter echoing.

You stopped walking.

"What’s wrong?" Elijah asked, turning to you.

"Nothing," you said. Then, without thinking, you reached down and snapped the heel off your shoe.

He blinked. "Did you just-"

"You said I broke it," you said, lifting your foot and wiggling it. "Might as well commit to the bit."

He stared at you. Then he laughed. An actual, warm, surprised laugh that melted you from the inside out.

"You are unbelievable," he said, already bending to scoop you into his arms.

You yelped, clutching his shoulders. "Elijah!"

His hands shifted, securing your weight. You felt the heat of him, his heartbeat steady against your ribs. Your fingers curled around the collar of his jacket, and he looked down at you, smiling.

You couldn’t stop grinning. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

"Maybe," he said, carrying you effortlessly through the darkened streets. “I like having you close."

By the time you reached the compound, you were breathless from laughing. Elijah set you down, steadying you when your shoe buckled, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pressed his lips to your temple, lingering.

"So," you said, a little dizzy from his proximity. "What else happened on our real first date?"

"Hmmm," he said, considering. "How about I show you instead?"

You nodded, and the next thing you knew, he was kissing you. Slow. Certain. You melted into him, letting the memories come in a slow, burning tide.

"Oh," you breathed, smiling. "I remember that."

"And this," he murmured, lifting you by the hips.

Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, and you giggled as he carried you through the courtyard, up the winding staircase. Your clothes slipped away in a flurry of fabric. His shirt buttons took forever. By the time you reached the bedroom, your dress hung loose and his chest exposed. His jacket hit the floor as you landed on the bed, barely managing to kick your panties off. Then his weight was on you, his lips on your neck, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

"Damn, you're good at this," you told him, and he laughed again.

"I just know what you like," he said, guiding your hips to the edge of the bed and sinking to his knees.

Your heart flipped. "That’s... hot. Unfair, but hot."

He chuckled against your thigh, and the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

"I suppose I have the advantage," he said, kissing the inside of your knee. "But I’m happy to reacquaint you with the details."

You squirmed, hands digging into the bedding as he slowly nudged your legs apart. Your breath caught when his mouth touched you, just a soft kiss at first. Then another. His tongue flicked, teasing. Then he groaned softly like he had been starving for the taste of you. Because he had.

Your hips lifted, and your hands threaded through his hair. His palms held your thighs down, keeping them spread. Keeping you still.

A low sound spilled from your lips, something between a gasp and his name. He smiled at the sound, gently sucking your clit until your voice turned raspy, pleasure blurring your vision.

You looked down at him, lips parted, and something strange pulled at your chest. Déjà vu. The tilt of his head. The grip of his hands. The way he groaned into you like your pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

You had seen this before.

Felt this before.

His mouth on you just like this. In this room. In this bed. That same groan from his throat when he tasted you.

And then it hit you.

Pleasure twisted into something else. Something hotter. Deeper. Sharper. The memory didn't just return. It cracked open inside you like lightning through your ribs.

A soft, broken sound left your throat. You barely heard it.

Your orgasm tore through you in a rush of heat and memory. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clutched his hair, and a sob burst from your chest.

And somewhere, in a dark alley across the city, Klaus had just driven a stake through Liv’s chest.

At the exact moment her heart stopped, your own heart kicked. Something inside you snapped and surged and flooded all at once.

You gasped, eyes flying open.

A flash. Then another. Then a cascade.

His voice in your ear. Your fingers in his hair. The taste of rain. The whispered I love yous. The fights. The sex. The night he left you. The night you begged Klaus to erase it all.

And then Liv.

The way she appeared out of nowhere with those honey-sweet lies. Her voice like syrup. Her hands stroking your hair. Her fingers on your chin. Her eyes locking onto yours. The command in her voice. Forget him. Move on. Let go. He belonged to her now.

You remembered everything.

Everything.

Elijah was there in an instant, leaning over you, eyes wide with worry and confusion.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asked, frantic.

His shirt was half unbuttoned, his hair a mess from your fingers. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils blown. And his eyes... God, his eyes. Tears welled, blurring your vision, and you yanked him down to you, biting his lip, your hands in his hair.

"You left me," you said, breathless, angry, desperate.

"You remember," he said, sounding winded and a little surprised.

"You dumped me," you accused.

"I thought I was protecting you," he began, his voice already breaking.

"Shut up," you snapped, kissing him again, your hips arching up toward him. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me."

For a second, you thought he was going to pull away. The very idea of it brought a sob rising in your chest.

But then he growled low in his throat and latched onto your neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin. A guttural moan spilled past your lips.

You fumbled with his belt, tugging it open, yanking his pants down with shaking hands. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. One hand braced his weight as he shoved your legs apart, his mouth never leaving yours.

The second his cock pressed against you, the ache inside you burst open. You inhaled sharply as he eased into you, stretching you slowly. Carefully.

"Shit, Elijah..." you moaned.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, one large palm bracing your thigh. He kept moving, slow and steady, a quiet grunt leaving his throat as your body adjusted around him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into your skin. "Y/N, I-"

You kissed him hard, your legs locking around his hips. You needed more. He was still being too gentle, too careful. You could feel the guilt in every slow thrust, and it was driving you mad.

You shoved at his chest and he moved back. He leaned against the pillows, dazed. Before he could say anything, you climbed on top of him and sank onto his cock in one smooth motion, drawing a matching groan from both of you.

You braced your hands on his shoulders and began to ride him in earnest. Rough. Relentless. Taking what was yours.

"I should hate you," you gasped, your body shaking from the flood of emotions. "You broke my heart. I hate you, Elijah. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. I missed you, I-"

The words broke into a cry as he sat up and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around you. His mouth crushed yours. You rocked together, clinging, gasping.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his breath ragged. "I'm not leaving you again."

Your body trembled, tension building with each thrust. Your head fell back as the pleasure crested, and you came with a full-body shudder, muscles weak and burning.

He followed, a deep, broken sound tearing from his throat as he spilled into you.

You slumped against him, spent. One of his arms held you close. The other hand slid into your hair. He pressed his lips to your cheek, then your throat.

"Y/N," he whispered, still breathing hard. "I love you."

You swallowed. "I love you, too."

The words came easy now. Like breathing. Like living.

Like the first time.

~~~

Kol found the two of you still in bed hours later, a bottle of champagne tucked under his arm.

"Niklaus and I dispatched Liv," he said, popping the cork. "Thought we could celebrate."

Elijah sat up, the sheet slipping down his bare chest. You blushed and yanked the comforter higher.

Kol paused, a smirk spreading across his face. "You're welcome, by the way."

"For what?"

"Saving your life. Getting rid of the crazy lady. Giving you two a second chance." He took a swig straight from the bottle, then held it out with a smug grin. "Might have to charge a fee."

"Thank you," Elijah said simply.

"It was really nothing," Kol said, waving him off. "Bit of fun, really. Although, if you're offering..." He looked between you and Elijah, eyes gleaming.

"No," you said flatly, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

Kol dodged it with a laugh and disappeared out the door, champagne in hand.

"Well, that was mortifying," you muttered.

Elijah smiled and pulled the blankets over the two of you, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "I'm not sharing."

You giggled. "Good."

You leaned into him, a slow, warm bloom building in your chest. It felt different now. Not like before. Something deeper. Something real.

Liv had tried to take it all away. But it hadn’t worked. You still felt him. A ghost in the background of your mind. Even when his face was a blur, even when the memories were gone, something in you had known. He was the missing piece.

You turned into Elijah’s chest, your cheek pressed to his heartbeat, and let yourself exhale. No confusion. No fear. No missing pieces. Just you. Just him.

And the quiet certainty of arms that wouldn’t let go…and a love that had survived forgetting.

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Remnants {Part Two}

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Part Two

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} Elijah let you go and is trying to move on. But when you look at him like a stranger… he knows something is terribly wrong.

5k words - Warnings: no smut, memory loss (rude), violence, compulsion, Elijah pining at Olympic levels, a classic elijah & klaus brawl, awkward dinner reunions && a suspicious gift...

{Part One}{Part Three}

The fire had long since burned down to embers, casting a soft orange glow over Elijah’s study. The only sound was the faint clink of glass as he poured himself another inch of bourbon. He didn’t drink it.

The envelope was already on his desk, pale gray and unmarked. Just like the others.

He stared at it for a long moment, then slid a finger under the flap and opened it with the precision of someone defusing a bomb.

A single photograph slid out. It was of him, through a window, kissing you, your eyes closed, his fingers in your hair, a soft, private smile on his lips.

He turned the photo over, the words scrawled in dark red ink mocking him: Every heart but mine is temporary.

Elijah stared at the picture for a long moment, then tossed back the contents of his glass, the liquor burning his throat. The clock chimed in the hall. He closed his eyes, breathing deep, trying to clear his head.

Two months. Two months since you left. Two months without you. Two months of knowing that he had done the right thing.

And yet, he was here. Alone.

Whoever was sending these photos was escalating, watching him from the shadows. Waiting for an opportunity to strike, but also... taunting him.

Under different circumstances, he could admire the slow, deliberate torture. He was no stranger to this sort of game, but this was the first time he wasn't the one calling the shots.

It wasn't just letters, but strange gifts. A single wilted rose. A dead pigeon. A piece of fabric covered in pig’s blood.

He hadn't been sleeping, and barely eating. He missed you, more than he had ever imagined possible. More than that, he was worried about you. You had grown reckless and wild, partying with your new group of friends nearly every night.

But he supposed everyone grieves differently. And if this was the way you wanted to cope with his absence, then he had to accept that.

A sharp knock at the door pulled Elijah from his thoughts. He turned as Klaus strolled in, looking far too pleased with himself.

"Evening, brother," Klaus greeted, smirking lightly. "Still playing the city’s most eligible bachelor, I see."

"What do you want, Niklaus?"

Klaus leaned against the edge of Elijah's desk, eyeing him appraisingly.

"More letters?" he asked, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You've always had a special way with the ladies, brother. Especially the crazy ones."

Elijah hummed in agreement, though the words were like a knife to the gut. "I’ve also begun to suspect our stalker is a woman."

"Do you think Y/N is involved?"

Elijah scoffed. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. And she's safe, that's all that matters," Elijah said, trying to ignore the twinge in his chest at the mention of you.

"Hmm," Klaus replied, picking up the photograph from the desk. "And how is that working out for you, Elijah? Tell me, are you happier now?"

"Why do you care?"

Klaus's expression didn't change. "I'll send some of Marcel’s men to look after her. You know, just in case."

"There's no need. I will handle watching her myself."

"Do you think that's a wise decision, considering the state of mind you're currently in?"

"If the situation changes, I'll inform you. Thank you for stopping by, but as you can see, I have a great deal of work to do."

Klaus glanced down at the empty glass and bottle of bourbon. He picked the latter up, inspecting the label. "Right. Best be getting back to that then."

Elijah took the bottle out of Klaus's hand and set it back down. "I'll call if I need you."

"Will you?"

Klaus held his gaze for a moment. Elijah was surprised to find no trace of mockery or judgment. If anything, there was a glimmer of something almost like sympathy in his younger brother's eyes. Or perhaps it was guilt. Elijah didn't like the look of it either way.

"Goodnight, Niklaus."

"Goodnight, Elijah."

Elijah watched his brother leave, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned his attention back to the photographs scattered on the desk, and the cold, hollow ache in his chest.

His fingers lingered on the edge of the newest photo, tracing the curve of your face.

He should burn them all.

But he didn’t.

The restaurant buzzed with Friday night energy. Clinking glasses, candlelight flickering against exposed brick, the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby table. Your group had claimed the best corner in the place, half-empty wine bottles and shared plates spread across the table like a still-life painting.

Tasha was retelling a tinder horror story from last weekend. Something about a man who used a sword collection as an icebreaker...when Liv suddenly went still.

"Okay, wait," she said, leaning forward and gripping your wrist. "Do not look right away, but there is an absolute god who just walked in."

Adam gasped. "Where? Who?"

Liv smirked. "Dark suit. Hair like a villain in a Regency drama. Ten o’clock. You’re welcome."

You turned, wine glass halfway to your mouth.

And froze.

He stood just inside the door, speaking to the host. Sleek in a perfectly tailored suit, posture effortless but composed. There was something about him that drew the eye. Not loud. Not showy. Just... inevitable.

You didn’t know why your breath caught.

But it did.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. But you felt the moment he did, like a jolt of electricity under your skin.

"Oh," you said, blinking. "I actually know him."

That got everyone’s attention.

"You what?" Liv asked, sitting up straighter.

"Yeah," you said, setting your glass down. "That’s Elijah. He’s, like… an old acquaintance."

"Acquaintance?" Adam echoed. "Girl, he looks like he invented the concept of brooding. Where’d you meet him?"

You paused. The question hit oddly.

"I-I don’t remember, actually," you admitted with a small, confused laugh. "We’ve just sort of… crossed paths a few times, I guess. I'm friends with his younger brothers."

You didn’t notice the stillness that passed over him when you said it. Didn’t see the subtle way his fingers curled into a fist at his side.

Across the table, Liv watched you closely. But her voice stayed playful. "Well, I would certainly cross his path any day of the week."

"Liv!" Adam laughed, nearly choking on his drink.

She grinned wickedly.

Tasha nudged your arm. "You should go say hi. Invite him over!"

Your mouth went dry. "I don't know..."

"Oh my god I think he's coming over," Mike hissed, nudging you hard. "Act casual!"

"You're the opposite of subtle," Liv shot back.

You turned around. And saw him walking toward you. You straightened instinctively, adjusting your features into something polite. Light. Casual.

"Elijah," you said, when he reached the table. "Hi."

He smiled politely in return, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Hello, Y/N. It's been a while."

"It has," you said, searching his face. "How've you been?"

His gaze flicked to the rest of your group, watching eagerly. "Fine," he answered, returning his attention to you. "And you? How have things been going?"

"I've been great," you told him, smiling wide. "Just living life, you know?"

"I can see that," Elijah said, voice soft but unreadable.

The silence that followed was immediate and heavy. Your friends shifted in their seats, glancing between the two of you like they’d walked into the middle of a conversation they weren’t supposed to hear.

You cleared your throat and gestured to the table. "These are my friends- Tasha, Adam, Mike… and Liv."

"We were just saying how handsome you are," Tasha blurted, then immediately covered her face. "Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that out loud."

"Are you single? Cause we could totally set you up," Mike offered.

"Mike, stop!" Adam hissed. "Sorry about him."

"Do you like men? Women? Both?" Liv asked.

Elijah shifted slightly, a small, awkward smile on his face. You didn't know him well, but enough to tell he was deeply uncomfortable.

"Uh," he started, clearly not wanting to answer the questions. "I'm afraid I must decline. I'm... otherwise involved."

You tilted your head. "Oh. I didn’t realize."

Something flickered in his eyes. Gone before you could place it.

"Come sit with us!" Adam invited, shuffling down the booth to make room. "Please. We insist."

"I'm not sure-"

"We can't have you sitting alone on a Friday night," Mike said. "Especially not with a face like that. Come on, take a seat. Have a drink with us."

"Come on," Tasha urged. "Just stay for one drink. Or at least dessert. We’re fun, I swear."

Elijah glanced at you. "Perhaps another time. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Oh my god, you would be the opposite of intruding," Mike said, nearly knocking over a glass in his excitement. "We’re actually all going to a party tonight after this. You should come."

Tasha leaned in. "Do you have any friends as genetically blessed as you? Bring them."

You laughed. "His little brothers love a good party… They’re… quite chaotic,"

"So?" Adam pressed. "You in?"

Elijah hesitated. His eyes lingered on your face. "If you’ll be there," he said, voice gentle, "then yes. I’d like that."

You blinked, surprised at how serious he sounded. "I… yeah. I’ll be there."

He offered a slight nod to the group. "Then I suppose I’ll see you all later tonight."

And with that, he stepped back, gave you one last long look, and slipped out into the night.

As soon as the door swung shut behind him, your table erupted.

"Holy shit," Adam hissed. "That man is obsessed with you."

"Seriously," Tasha agreed. "Did you see his face when said you would be there? And how he kept staring at you? You have to tell us everything. All of it. Start from the beginning. Right now. No lies. You two definitely hooked up before. Spill. Everything. Now."

You stared at them, trying to figure out what they meant. "Guys, stop. We're just old friends. I'm actually closer with his younger brothers..."

They didn't seem convinced.

"Yeah, okay," Mike drawled. "Whatever you say, girl."

"What's wrong?" Liv asked. "Why aren't you excited? He is literally the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Did something bad happen between you?"

"I-I don't know," you said, suddenly feeling lost. You searched your memory for a reason, an explanation. "I think he's just a bit.. closed off. Distant."

Liv scoffed. "Not tonight he wasn't. Did you see the way he was looking at you?"

"Like he wanted to eat her," Tasha giggled.

"If you don't jump his bones tonight, I will," Liv declared, and Adam laughed.

"Don't encourage her," Mike sighed, rolling his eyes at Adam.

You forced a laugh and picked up your wine glass, pretending you couldn’t feel the weight of Liv’s gaze.

Around you, the group kept teasing, spinning stories, nudging you to tell your secrets.

But your chest felt hollow.

Like something had been scooped out of you.

And you had no idea what it was.

"NIKLAUS."

Elijah’s voice echoed through the compound, bouncing off the stone walls. He appeared in the doorway, shoulders squared, jaw set, and fury carved into every line of his face.

"Yes, brother?" Klaus called, not bothering to hide his amusement. He lounged in one of the armchairs with a glass of blood in hand, swirling the liquid lazily.

Elijah stormed into the courtyard. "What did you do to her?"

Klaus arched a brow. "You’ll have to narrow that down. I’ve done quite a lot of things to quite a lot of people."

Elijah didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. "I went to check in on Y/N and she seemed… different. Cold."

"Well, that tends to happen when you break someone's heart, doesn't it?" Klaus mused, sipping from his glass.

"She has no recollection of me," Elijah snapped, anger rising. "She introduced me as an acquaintance, Klaus. An acquaintance."

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Klaus’s eyes glinted, "to have someone you love look at you like a stranger?"

"That's enough, Niklaus," Elijah said, tone low and dangerous.

Klaus ignored the warning. "But I really don't see what that has to do with me."

"You’ve been watching her," Elijah snapped. "Circling her life. Offering to protect her. Playing the concerned brother when you rarely bother with anyone who isn’t part of your game."

Klaus tilted his head, still calm. "She's your ex. Your very tragic, very human ex. History says that's when things start to get… messy."

Elijah stepped closer, eyes dark. "She looked through me. Like none of it happened. Like we were strangers. So tell me. What did you do?"

Klaus hummed thoughtfully. "She did ask me to, if I recall. Begged, in fact. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"What?" Elijah's voice softened, gutted. The fury was still there, but beneath it, something fractured.

"You can't really blame her, can you?" Klaus countered, rising to his feet. He looked Elijah in the eye, tone deceptively calm. "After all, the love of her life dumped her out of fear. What else could she do but run away and try to forget?"

"I did it for her," Elijah whispered, his voice breaking at the edges. "To protect her. To keep her safe."

"I know, brother. You're the hero, right? She's the damsel in distress."

"Stop."

"The tragic maiden. The princess who needs saving... and you are what? The beast who loves her from afar?"

Elijah surged forward, hands fisting the front of Klaus's shirt, and threw him across the courtyard with supernatural force.

"ENOUGH!" he roared, voice raw and cracking with emotion.

Klaus landed hard, laughing breathlessly as he wiped blood from his mouth. "It's always so much fun when you're madly in love, isn't it, Elijah?"

"You are a child," Elijah snarled. "A spoiled, self-centered, jealous child."

"I didn't compel her," Klaus snapped back, standing. "We both know that's more your style… Although I would say it would be fair, considering what you did to Aurora all those years ago…"

Elijah’s jaw clenched. One heartbeat later, he was across the space, hand at Klaus’s throat, lifting him clean off the ground.

Klaus's smirk faltered. Just a fraction. Just enough to show he’d gone too far.

"Seriously," he rasped, struggling against Elijah's grip. "I didn’t compel her."

Elijah didn’t let go. His voice dropped to a near-growl. "Someone did."

"Am I interrupting something deliciously violent?" Kol drawled, stepping through the gate with a brown paper package in his hand.

Elijah didn’t turn. Just tightened his grip.

Kol whistled. "Alright then." He dropped the package onto a nearby table with a casual flick of his wrist. "Found this nailed to the front gate. Thought it might be another love letter."

Elijah finally dropped Klaus, who stumbled back, glaring, watching as Elijah crossed the room to the table without a word.

"It seems you already have another lady lined up," Klaus muttered, fixing his collar. "Why mourn Y/N when your mystery suitor clearly puts in the effort?"

Elijah shot him a look, then turned back to the package, studying it.

"Do you smell it?" Kol asked, nodding to the brown paper.

"Blood," Elijah confirmed, his brows knitting together. "Human."

Klaus joined them, curious despite himself.

Elijah tore open the package and pulled out a large wooden box. It was beautifully crafted, the wood intricately carved and polished. A piece of parchment was tied around the front with a red ribbon.

'I'll send you hers next'

The words were written in blood. Elijah felt his stomach drop, his throat closing. He slowly opened the box.

There, wrapped in a white linen cloth, was a human heart, with little bows and flowers tucked in and around arteries and veins. Like some sort of twisted bouquet.

"Well," Klaus said, his expression unreadable. "This is a first."

Elijah was strangely quiet, studying the macabre offering intently. "She's escalating."

"Clearly," Klaus snorted. "Whoever she is, she's not subtle."

Elijah looked up. "Y/N is in danger."

"Oh, I would say so, yes," Klaus said dryly.

"I think this is the most effort I've ever seen a girl put into courting you, Elijah," Kol mused, picking up the heart. "I guess she doesn't know how easy you are,"

"Y/N is attending a party tonight. Her friends invited me. I should go keep an eye on her," Elijah said, turning and heading for the stairs.

Then Kol clapped his hands. "Excellent. I do love a social event with a high probability of bloodshed."

"You're not going with me, Kol," Elijah warned.

"Of course not," he scoffed, smirking. "I'm going to follow you and make sure it's a party worth attending."

"Kol," Elijah sighed.

"Nik?" Kol asked, turning to his other brother.

Klaus smirked. "I suppose I'll have to come as well. Someone has to keep an eye on Kol, and you'll be too busy wooing Y/N to watch his back."

Elijah shot his brothers a dark glare. "No. This is a personal matter. Stay out of it."

"Oh, please," Kol groaned. "This is the most exciting thing to happen in months. If this lunatic is going after Y/N, I'll have to protect her. We all know I'm her favorite."

Elijah turned and began to stalk toward the stairs. "Fine," he bit out, barely able to contain his frustration. "Come if you must, but stay out of my way. Both of you."

The music thumped beneath your feet, bass vibrating through the soles of your shoes. The rooftop bar was packed, all glittering dresses and lazy smiles and summer heat clinging to bare shoulders. You leaned against the railing with your drink, laughing as Mike reenacted a particularly interesting encounter.

"He insisted that I was his soulmate," he said, gesturing emphatically. "He even sent me a song he wrote about us! And it was terrible."

"How'd you respond?" Tasha asked, sipping her cocktail.

"I sent him a nude," he shrugged. "I just kind of panicked...I didn't know how else to react."

The group laughed. But you were distracted, your eyes drifting, searching the crowd for something. Then Liv caught your gaze, and you quickly looked away.

"What about you?" She asked. "Any crazy dates?"

You paused. And frowned. You were sure you had a few stories, but for some reason you couldn't think of them.

"Nothing recent," you admitted. "I think the last good one was...um..."

You trailed off, thinking. But it was like reaching for a cloud. Just out of reach.

Tasha frowned. "Is everything okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I think the heat's getting to me."

Liv watched you closely. "What about that Elijah guy? What was your story there?"

"He's just the brother of my friends," you told her, the words feeling odd in your mouth.

"Is he coming tonight? Bringing his brothers?" Mike pressed. "Please say yes. I want to see if they are just as hot."

"I haven't heard back from him," you said, checking your phone. But you realized you didn't have his number... But you swore you did. You remembered calling him, hearing his voice on the other end. But what did you talk about?

Liv hummed thoughtfully. "Do you have feelings for him?"

You blinked, startled by the question.

"Of course not," you said, trying to laugh it off.

But it didn't sound right. It sounded forced.

"Oh my god, you do!" Adam said, pointing. "You're totally in love with him. That's why you've been acting weird."

You shook your head. "No, guys, seriously. I.. I barely know him."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "So why are you blushing?"

You were?

"Guys, stop," Mike said. "She's embarrassed."

Liv smiled, sipping her drink. "Well, if you don't want him, maybe I'll go after him."

Your stomach clenched. You looked up so fast your neck twinged, but she wasn’t even looking at you. Just texting like she hadn’t said anything at all.

"Maybe you should," you managed, voice tight.

Liv hummed, her gaze flickering to yours. "Maybe I will."

The buzz of the crowd faded, just a little. Like someone had turned the volume down on the night. You looked away, downing your drink and setting it on a nearby table.

"I need a refill," you said, excusing yourself. "Anyone else?"

You stepped inside, the hum of music and laughter muffled by the thick rooftop doors. For a moment, you just stood there, eyes on the floor, breath coming in shallow waves. You weren’t sure why it had felt like a fight. But something about it had.

"I'm losing it," you muttered, pressing a hand to your face.

You barely knew Elijah, had barely given him a second thought before seeing him at dinner. You didn't know why your friends were getting into your head. You were overreacting. Sure he was nice to look at, but love? You knew nothing about him.

Other than his favorite record and that he always smelled like pine and cinnamon and fresh laundry. Or the way he could make you laugh just by arching an eyebrow or the way he said your name.

You froze, your brain catching up. How... Did you know that?

You rubbed your eyes. Your head hurt. You were confused. And your thoughts were suddenly jumbled. Like they were in a different language.

You reached the bar and ordered another drink. You had just gotten your glass when you felt a cool breeze brush over the back of your neck.

You turned. And found him.

Elijah.

Standing right behind you.

He watched you with those dark, intense eyes, and you couldn't help but feel that the rest of the world was slipping away.

"Hi," you said, a little breathless.

He gave you a small smile. "Hello."

You tried to clear your head, but everything seemed a bit fuzzy.

"I didn't think you'd come," you said, hoping the dim lighting would hide your blush.

"I wasn't planning on it," he said, eyes tracing over your face. "But I changed my mind."

You shifted slightly, unable to stop the way your heart jumped in your chest. "I'm glad. I didn't know if we would see each other again."

His brows drew together. "Why?"

You laughed awkwardly. "I mean we don't really know each other… I guess I thought you had forgotten me."

Something in his expression changed. A subtle shift. Like the calm before a storm.

"Impossible," he murmured.

You swallowed hard, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "I.. my friends were just talking about you," you managed, trying to fill the silence.

"All good things, I hope."

"Mike is pretty desperate to meet your brothers. Apparently, he wants to make sure they're just as attractive as you."

"And what do you think?"

"About?"

"Do you think they are just as handsome?"

You looked him up and down, then bit your lip, smiling. "Honestly? No."

His eyes crinkled at the edges, amused. "Good."

You felt warm. Your cheeks were hot, and your head was spinning.

"So," you said, fiddling with your hands. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"I was thinking about buying you a drink," he said, and gestured to the bartender. "If that's alright."

The bartender slid a new drink your way, and as you reached for it, Elijah’s hand lightly brushed yours. His fingers lingered, not enough to be obvious, but enough to make your breath catch.

"Sorry," he said, a soft apology.

"It's okay," you told him, and found yourself wanting to touch him again. To feel the warmth of his skin.

He watched you carefully, a knowing look in his eyes, his hand still resting on the counter.

"Tell me something," he said, voice low.

"Like what?" You asked, confused.

"Anything," he replied. "I like hearing you speak."

You searched for words, but it was hard when all you could think about was the way he was looking at you. Like he knew every secret thing you held close and loved you anyway.

"I..." You trailed off, swallowing hard. "I… I should probably get back to the others," you murmured, suddenly unsure.

"Of course," he said gently. "I wouldn't want to keep you."

You took a step back. Then another. His eyes never left your face.

"Do you want to come sit with us?" You offered.

"If you'll have me."

"Of course," you replied, smiling despite yourself.

He offered his arm, and you took it, and together, the two of you made your way back to the rooftop, weaving through the crowd.

Adam was trying to teach Tasha a dance move while Mike filmed it. Liv sat perched on the arm of a bench, swirling her drink.

You saw her gaze slide to Elijah and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

"Oh, there's my girl," she purred, holding up her drink. "I see you found Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome."

You laughed nervously. "Yes, well, he was looking for me."

"Come dance with us," Adam said, pulling Elijah away from you.

"Oh no," Elijah protested. "I don't really-"

"Too bad," Adam grinned, dragging him to the middle of the rooftop.

Mike followed, still filming, and Tasha laughed, shrugging. "Might as well join them," she told you.

And before you could react, she was pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor. You found yourself laughing, dancing in the middle of the crowd, letting the music and the alcohol carry you away.

Elijah was beside you, moving gracefully to the music, but his expression was oddly serious.

"Hey," you teased. "You're supposed to be having fun."

He gave you a smile. But it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’m exactly where I want to be," he said.

You weren’t a great dancer. Elijah clearly was. And he didn’t crowd you or pull you close. But there was heat building between your bodies, something slow and dangerous that made your skin prickle. You didn’t understand it. But you didn’t want it to stop, either.

And then Liv was there.

She slid in with a laugh, a blur of dark lipstick and glittering earrings. "Is this a private dance or can anyone join?"

Before you could answer, she had already pressed in on Elijah’s other side, placing a hand on his arm.

"Elijah, right?" she asked, wide-eyed and smiling. "You and I didn’t get a proper introduction earlier. I’m Liv."

Elijah nodded, polite. "A pleasure."

"You dance beautifully," she said, fingers trailing down his sleeve. "Very… commanding."

Something sharp flared in your chest. But Elijah didn’t take the bait. "That's a very kind thing to say. Thank you."

Liv wasn’t used to being turned down. She frowned slightly, her gaze darkening.

"Do you want to dance with me?" she purred. "Just the two of us?"

She was beautiful. And clearly interested. But Elijah looked to you, almost apologetic, and shook his head.

"I'm actually enjoying myself here."

"With her?" Liv asked, voice turning icy.

You laughed nervously. "Liv…"

But she wasn’t done. She moved closer to him, her voice dipping low. "I’ve heard a lot about you, you know... And I can see the appeal."

He stepped back, just enough to make the distance obvious.

"I’m flattered," he said carefully. "But my heart is spoken for, I'm afraid."

Liv blinked. Once. Twice.

"Oh," she said, her smile freezing in place. "Of course."

The music throbbed louder. The lights flashed. But Liv didn’t move.

Her gaze turned to you, slow and icy. And all you could see was hatred.

You opened your mouth to ask her what was the matter, but then-

"Y/N!" Kol’s voice cut through the music. "I see you found our brother."

You turned. Kol was striding toward you, Klaus beside him, both of them looking amused and faintly wary.

Liv turned toward them, every muscle in her body coiled tight. You had no idea what was happening. But you felt it, like a storm about to break. The loud music, the dancing bodies, the bright lights...everything suddenly felt too loud. Too much.

Liv lunged.

Her fingers curled around your wrist and she drove you backward into the crowd. People screamed. Someone dropped a drink. The music screeched to a halt.

"Elijah!" you shouted, but your voice was lost in the chaos.

The moment you hit the ground, Liv was on top of you.

"I loved him first," she hissed, eyes glowing unnaturally bright. "He’s mine."

You couldn’t breathe. You tried to push her off, but she was stronger than anyone had a right to be.

"You aren't supposed to love him anymore… I made sure if that," she spat, one hand tightening around your throat. "You don’t deserve him."

Somewhere beyond her, you saw a blur of movement and everyone on the rooftop. Your friends, the dancers, even the bartenders were swarming Klaus and Kol as if some invisible thread had tugged them all at once. Elijah was trying to get through the crowd, his voice rising above the screams, calling your name.

You saw Mike try to punch him, glassy-eyed and robotic, and Elijah simply caught his wrist and shoved him aside with ease.

He saw you, then. Liv, still pinning you down, her mouth twisting in a horrible sneer.

"Y/N!"

Liv raised her hand again, this time with a flash of metal... A knife. But she never got the chance to use it.

Kol tackled her sideways, knocking her clean off of you. They rolled across the floor in a blur of rabid fury. You scrambled backward, coughing, vision spinning.

"Y/N-" Elijah was there in an instant, dropping to his knees beside you.

You felt dizzy, trying to catch your breath. "What’s happening?"

You looked back just in time to see Klaus hurl Adam across a table with a snarl. Tasha swung a broken bottle toward Kol, who dodged easily, eyes still scanning the room for Liv. Who had vanished into the crowd.

"She ran," Kol snapped. "Slippery little-"

Elijah turned to you, brushing your hair back, his touch gentle despite the chaos around you. "I’m getting you out of here."

"I-I don’t understand..." You barely got the words out before he swept you into his arms, moving faster than you thought possible.

The world blurred.

Behind you, your friends screamed and fought like rabid beasts. Glass shattered. Somewhere, someone was crying.

And then everything went quiet.

{Part One}{Part Three}

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wholoveseggs · 29 days ago

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The tag list is dead. I have killed it.

Frankly, it was tedious and annoying (you can't just copy and paste) ...and half the time, Tumblr doesn’t even notify the people tagged.

Solution? Follow and set up notifications for my sideblog @eggontheside. I only reblog my fic posts there. Nothing else. No spam ever. ♡♡

To all the beautiful people on my tag list: ♡♡ I love you the most. This isn’t personal at all. ♡♡ I just hate doing it lol xoxoxoxo

Note to my beloved Daemon tag listers:

Due to a recent Game of Thrones rewatch, I will be writing a whole bunch of ASOIAF fics very soon.

I’ll be creating a separate sideblog for that content so my multi-fandom mess stays somewhat organized. I’ll tag you all one time when that blog launches so you can follow it if you like!

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Hello my love, I hope all is well! I have been missing you! I have one request to put on your pile: Elijah breaks up with y/n because he feels he can't keep her safe from the many enemies his family has. Y/n is heartbroken and has Niklaus compel the memory of her and Elijah away. She remembers him before their relationship, but not the love they shared for each other. Elijah is furious with Niklaus as he realizes he made a huge mistake letting her go. Y/n is living her best life while Elijah is dying inside. After a while, the family gets tired of seeing Elijah brood, and they find a way to contain Elijah and y/n in close quarters as Niklaus has her memories return. I picture it angsty and also pretty smutty.

Remnants {Part One}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part One

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} You almost died in his arms. Now Elijah has to decide which hurts worse: loving you, or losing you.

♡♡ hello darling @originals23 I love this idea so much I turned it into a series... xoxo♡♡

4.1k words - Warnings: smuttt, kidnapping, blood & injury, angst, hurt/comfort, protective Elijah in full panic mode, break-up sex (but like… lovingly), Klaus being weirdly nice, && a mysterious villain leaving bloodstained poetry...

{Part Two}{Part Three}

The first thing you felt when you came to was the ground. Solid concrete, cold and rough. You tried to roll onto your back, only to discover that your wrists were bound behind you. You slowly opened your eyes, dust and sand clinging to the dampness of your eyelashes. The room was dark. Your head pounded, and a faint metallic taste filled your mouth; it took you a moment to realize it was blood.

You sat up, wincing when the rough fabric of the ropes cut into your wrists. A sharp pain pierced your brain, and you slumped back to the floor. The world around you spun, and the room was silent, save for your ragged breathing. A warm pool of blood spread beneath you, soaking through your clothes. You looked down, confused. The sight of the dark crimson against your blue dress made you panic, and you began to weep.

Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any source of light. When you couldn’t find one, you gave up, trying to calm your breathing instead. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as the memory of your last few moments came rushing back. You had been walking to your boyfriend’s home, just a block from your own, when someone had attacked you. Their arm had snaked around your throat, pulling you into an alley. You tried to fight back, but your assailant had been too strong. Or had there been more than one? You couldn’t remember. All you knew was that you had been stabbed, and you had blacked out.

A soft thud in the distance pulled you from your thoughts, and you held your breath, straining to hear. It was hard to tell how far away it was. Footsteps echoed through the darkness, coming closer.

You tried to sit up again, bracing yourself for the pain that followed. You couldn't see the source of the footsteps, but they seemed to be circling you. The sound of your racing heart filled your ears, and you struggled against the rope around your wrists. The footsteps stopped, and a pair of black boots appeared in front of you.

The man squatted down, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. He was pale, with light hair and dead eyes, as though he had been completely hollowed out.

"Where is Elijah Mikaelson?" he asked, his voice devoid of any emotion.

You flinched at the name, your lips trembling. "I-I don’t know. Please…"

The man didn’t react. He didn’t threaten you, didn’t smile, didn’t blink. He just stood up and disappeared again, footsteps echoing into the dark.

You collapsed forward, choking on a sob.

But not two minutes later, you heard another sound.

Faster. Heavier. Sharper.

Not boots. But dress shoes.

The air shifted like it always did around him; before you could see him, you felt him.

"Elijah," you whispered, barely conscious.

There was a sound of yelling, followed by a sickening crunch and a scream that was cut short. You squeezed your eyes shut, curling in on yourself, trying to block out the noises.

When silence finally fell, you dared to look.

He was there, covered in blood, fury rolling off him like a storm cloud. His eyes, usually so calm even when he was angry, were now blown wide and wild with panic.

He dropped to his knees beside you and caught your face in both hands. You could barely focus on him; the edges of your vision were darkening, and his voice sounded muffled.

He started yelling your name, over and over again, like saying it could keep you tethered. His hands moved over your body, trembling as he checked for wounds. You felt the press of his fingers at your throat, on your wrist, then cradling the back of your head.

"Stay with me," Elijah breathed, barely holding it together. "Please, darling, stay with me."

You tried to speak, but your lips wouldn’t form the words. Your body gave a weak twitch, and he exhaled a sound that bordered on a sob. You had never heard him sound like that before.

Your eyes started to close, the darkness swallowing him whole. You fought it, struggling to see him one last time, but your body had given up. You felt him press his wrist to your lips, felt the warm blood drip into your mouth, and then nothing.

The blood wouldn’t come off.

Elijah had scrubbed his hands three times already, but he could still see it. Under his nails. In the cracks of his knuckles. A smear along his wrist that had soaked through his cuff.

You were alive. That was what mattered.

But barely.

He stood in the corner of the compound’s kitchen, staring at the sink, one hand braced against the counter. He could still feel the way your body had gone limp in his arms. Still hear the rasp of your voice when you whispered his name.

He hadn’t been fast enough.

Footsteps approached. He didn’t turn.

"Is she alive?" Klaus said. His voice was low, cautious.

Elijah gave a stiff nod.

Klaus leaned against the counter beside him. "Did you catch who took her?"

Elijah was quiet for a moment. Then he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a small, folded piece of paper. He handed it over without a word.

Klaus opened it.

No signature. No greeting. Just one sentence, written in the same dark red ink as before.

Every heart but mine is temporary.

Klaus let out a humorless laugh. "Rather creative."

"Do you find something amusing?" Elijah snapped.

"Yes," Klaus replied, unperturbed. "Your little girlfriend nearly died, and the one behind it all left us a poem."

Elijah's jaw tightened, and he reached up to adjust his tie. But his fingers brushed the spot on his collar where the blood had soaked through. The tie was ruined. As was his suit.

His hand dropped back to his side.

Klaus glanced over, noting his brother's uncharacteristic slouch."I can't imagine you'll let this stand."

"Of course not," Elijah replied, his voice strained. "But... I fear I've failed her. If I hadn't left her side, this wouldn't have happened."

"Elijah," Klaus sighed. "It's not-"

"Don't," Elijah interrupted. He finally turned to look at his brother, a flash of anger crossing his features. "Don't tell me it's not my fault. Someone tried to take her life because of her connection to me."

Klaus shrugged. "It's part of the package. She knew what she was getting into when she started dating a Mikaelson."

Elijah stared at him, his lips pressed into a thin line. He was too exhausted, too upset, and too distracted by the scent of your blood all over him to bother with a witty comeback. "She almost died, Niklaus. Her heart stopped. I felt it stop."

"But she didn't," Klaus said. "You gave her your blood. She's fine. Healed. Safe. Right upstairs."

"This time," Elijah said, voice sharp. Then quieter, "Next time, I might not."

Klaus tilted his head, watching him. "So what? You're going to leave her? Walk away?"

Elijah didn't answer. He didn’t have to.

Klaus let out a long breath. "You think distance is going to save her? That girl would walk through fire to find her way back to you."

Elijah looked away, his gaze drifting toward the door.

Klaus looked down at the paper again, lips curling into a grim smile. "And apparently… she’s not the only one."

When you woke up, the room you were now in was a world away from the last. The sunlight filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, and the ache in your body had dulled to a slow, manageable throb. You were tucked beneath Elijah’s sheets, clean and clothed in one of his soft button-downs. The pillows still smelled like him. But you were alone.

Your eyes fluttered open fully just as the bedroom door creaked.

He stood in the threshold, hair swept back, sleeves rolled, a cup of tea in one hand, steam curled around his knuckles. His eyes met yours, and something behind them broke. He put the cup down on the table beside the door, then was by your side in an instant, kneeling beside the bed.

You smiled softly at him. "Hey."

His dark eyes were brimming with emotion, but the rest of his face stayed carved from stone.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice steady.

"A little sore, but I'm okay."

He helped you sit up, propping pillows behind you. When you were comfortable, he leaned back, still kneeling.

You studied his face, searching for any clue as to what he was feeling. Your pulse kicked, bracing for an answer you already feared. His eyes flickered away, his jaw set.

"What happened, Elijah?"

"What do you remember?"

"I was walking. Someone grabbed me and I was stabbed," you said. "Then, there was this man. He wanted information about you… about where you were."

Elijah didn’t move. His hands were clenched into fists in his lap.

"And then, you were there," you said softly.

"And then I was there," he said, barely more than a breath, his eyes briefly flicking to the window as if he couldn’t bear to look at you.

"Thank you," you murmured.

His eyes flashed, and his mask slipped, if only for a moment. He looked haunted.

"Did you kill them?"

Elijah looked down, then stood and walked toward the window. "I did."

"Elijah…" you murmured, reaching out a hand.

He stiffened and turned his back. "You shouldn’t have been hurt in the first place. They were there for me."

You had seen that look before. The one where every sin in the world somehow traced back to him. "Come here," you whispered.

His shoulders sank, and he moved farther away from you. "I’m not going to stay."

Your hand fell, and your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

"No," you choked, your throat suddenly tight.

"You will be safer without me. They will not stop, and they will not hesitate to use you as a pawn. And I will not risk that. I cannot."

"No," you said again, your voice thick with tears. You got to your feet, legs trembling, head spinning from the sudden movement. "No, please, Elijah…"

You stumbled, your knees buckling beneath you, but his arms were around you in an instant, steadying you. He held you like that for a long time, his chin resting on top of your head, his hand cupping the back of your neck.

"I will always protect you. Nothing like this will ever happen to you again, I swear," he whispered.

He released you, but kept his hands on your waist. You shook your head, tears spilling onto your cheeks. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then let his hands fall, unable to look at you. He was already halfway out the door before you spoke.

"Do you still love me, Elijah?"

He paused and you waited, barely breathing.

"Yes."

The word hung in the air, suspended like the breath caught in your throat.

You were frozen, and so was he. Neither of you dared to move, neither of you dared to speak. You took a tentative step toward him, and he didn’t pull away. So you did it again. Then again. Until you were standing just behind him.

You reached up, running your fingers lightly over his shoulder, up the back of his neck, into his hair. His shoulders shuddered, and you stepped closer.

"Why are you hurting us, then?" you asked.

He let out a slow, controlled breath, afraid to speak. You slowly turned him to face you, your fingers still buried in his hair.

"Let’s not end this way," you murmured.

He shook his head. "We must."

"No."

He stared at you, his eyes dark and conflicted. "I’m sorry."

You kissed him. It was soft and slow, full of all the things you couldn’t say. It tasted like goodbye, salt and blood and promises neither of you could keep. For a moment, Elijah stayed perfectly still, like he was trying to memorize this moment, to hold onto every second before it slipped through his fingers.

"I don’t know how to love you without putting you in danger," he whispered against your lips, and then his restraint shattered.

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you impossibly close as he deepened the kiss, desperate, almost frantic.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against you. He lifted you easily, guiding your legs around his waist, swept you off shaky feet and laid you where the sheets still held your warmth.

He gently climbed over you, careful not to hurt you, but you pulled him down, needing the comforting weight of his body against yours. Your fingertips skimmed beneath his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, letting it fall away.

"I don’t want you to leave," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Elijah kissed the words away, lips tracing the line of your jaw, down your throat, stopping at the pulse that fluttered beneath your skin.

"I don’t want to leave," he murmured roughly, pressing another heated kiss to your collarbone. "But I must."

You arched into him, desperate to change his mind, even if only for a moment. His hands drifted lower, unbuttoning the shirt he had dressed you in, parting it gently, leaving a trail of soft, burning kisses on every inch of skin he revealed.

"I want you," you murmured, brushing his hair back, letting the soft locks fall between your fingers. "I don’t want to be without you."

He paused, meeting your gaze. For a moment, vulnerability and pain mixed with raw, unabashed love gleamed in his eyes. Then he blinked, and it was gone, replaced by his carefully crafted control.

Your mouths collided again, fierce and bruising this time. His hands moved to your thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist; you could feel his hardness pressing against your core. You reached eagerly for his belt, unbuckling it quickly, helping him shed the last barrier between you.

He settled over you, his chest pressed flush against yours, skin against skin, heart against heart. He held your gaze, dark eyes filled with anguish and longing.

"I love you, Elijah," you whispered, holding his face in your hands, stroking his cheek. "This can’t be it."

His eyes fluttered closed, and he took a ragged breath.

"This can’t be it," you said again, softer this time.

"I’d rather break your heart than have your life snuffed out because of me," he replied.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "And I would rather die knowing that I was loved by you than live without it."

He stared down at you, eyes roving over every inch of your face.

"Don’t leave me," you pleaded, hating the way your voice cracked.

He kissed the tears from your cheeks, then lowered his lips to yours again, capturing them in a sweet, aching kiss.

"I love you," he whispered.

He eased into you as you wrapped your legs around his hips, needing him closer. It wasn’t frantic. It was slow and tender. An apology, forgiveness, every word and touch and stolen glance. It was the beginning, and the end, and everything in between.

His forehead rested against yours, eyes locked, watching the pleasure play across your face.

Your breathing became shallow, and Elijah shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. He always knew what you needed, knew exactly how to make you fall apart, and this time he needed it more than anything.

He watched the ecstasy wash over you. Love, bliss, ruin…and it was almost enough to break him.

Heat coiled low in your belly, wound tight as wire. Every glide of his hips dragged across that sweet spot inside you, every retreat left you aching, reaching. Elijah bent to kiss your parted lips, swallowing your cries as you both fell apart.

Your bodies stilled together, hearts thrumming in the same ragged rhythm. You brushed trembling fingers along his jaw, searching his eyes for anything that might look like surrender.

"…do you want me to leave?"

His brow furrowed, agony flickering across his face. "No," he breathed. "I never want you to leave."

Relief bloomed in your chest, only to wither when he added, "But we can’t stay like this, either. Being with me will get you killed. It’s over."

It's over. The words cracked something inside you. Your vision blurred as hot, helpless tears welled and spilled. A sob tore free before you could bite it back. You buried your face against his neck, clutching at his shoulders.

"Don’t do this. I don’t care about the danger. I don’t care about any of it… just don’t let me go." you cried, voice breaking on every word.

He held you tighter, jaw clenched so hard you felt the tremor in his muscles. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely, "which is exactly why I have to."

You shook your head, sobbing harder, your tears streaking his skin. "No. No, you don’t. We can fight- together…"

"Enough." His tone was soft but unyielding, the finality of it slicing through you. "It has to end now, before the cost is your life."

The certainty in his voice stripped the fight from your limbs. Grief surged into rage-tinged panic. You shoved at his chest..once, twice. Until he let you push him back. The loss of his warmth felt colder than the concrete floor he had rescued you from.

You scrambled off the bed, throwing his shirt off of you and pulling on your bloodstained dress. He didn't move, didn't say a word, didn't look at you. You couldn’t look at him either. If you did, you would shatter.

"You know what's really unfair?" You asked, wiping at the tears that had started to fall again.

He was quiet for a moment. When he did speak, his voice was thick. "What?"

"I didn't ask to be human. I didn't ask to be vulnerable. But if the choice is between a lifetime without you and a few weeks with you, I'll choose the latter."

"Please don't make this harder than it already is."

"You're the one making it hard, Elijah."

You stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind you.

Your feet carried you down the stairs and toward the front door. Tears blurred your vision, and your head was spinning, but you kept going.

You almost made it outside when you slammed directly into something firm and immovable. Strong hands caught your shoulders, steadying you instantly.

"Careful, love," Klaus drawled softly. "What's got you running off?"

You looked up at him, startled and breathless. The smug smile died on his lips when he saw your tear-streaked face, replaced by something like genuine concern.

"Klaus," you rasped, voice cracking. "I-he ended it. Elijah...it's over."

His brow lifted slightly. "Did he now?"

You nodded, biting your trembling lip as fresh tears burned hot down your cheeks. "He's being a noble asshole," you whispered bitterly.

Klaus chuckled softly, but his expression softened slightly. "Yes, well. That's practically his middle name, isn't it?"

You choked on a laugh that quickly dissolved into another sob. Klaus hesitated…just for a moment, before gently guiding you toward the nearby sitting room. "Come now, no use running out in this state. You'll hardly make it to the sidewalk."

You sank down onto a nearby sofa, burying your face in your hands as your shoulders shook violently. Klaus stood awkwardly for a moment before settling onto the coffee table in front of you, elbows resting casually on his knees as he studied you thoughtfully.

"Elijah is many things. A fool. An honorable martyr. Stubborn, prideful, and far too self-righteous, especially considering the amount of blood on his hands." He paused, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "And most of all, an absolute wanker when it comes to women."

You sniffled, glancing up at him, and found his blue eyes fixed firmly on yours, a surprisingly earnest expression on his face.

"There are less complicated men out there, you know. Probably even ones who don't come with a handkerchief addiction and a list of enemies longer than a Tolkein novel."

You huffed a humorless laugh, shaking your head. "Don't try and make me laugh right now, Niklaus. It's not going to work."

Klaus shrugged. "I'm only saying. There are other options."

The very concept that you would have to move on, to let go of how Elijah made you feel and find a way to feel it again with someone else, was so absurd that you wanted to cry all over again.

"Other options," you voiced cracked, your face twisting with the effort of not crying. "Do those options have his stupid dimples or his stupid accent? His stupid, old fashioned chivalry or the stupid way he looks at me when I tell a terrible joke? Or- or his stupid, stubborn sense of honor, or his stupid fucking tongue that knows exactly how to-"

"Alright, alright," Klaus cut you off, looking mildly uncomfortable.

You buried your face in your hands again. "Sorry. I just..." The tears fell freely. You didn't even bother wiping them away.

"Love him," Klaus finished quietly, surprising you.

You nodded.

"Yes. He's stupid for you too," Klaus added after a moment, his tone almost gentle.

You couldn't help the watery laugh that slipped past your lips, or the way your heart squeezed at his words. You had never felt this kind of pain before. You hadn't even known that it was possible to love someone so deeply.

And that’s when it hit you. There was a way out. A way to stop the hurting.

You looked up at Klaus, eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "Can you do something for me?"

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "Depends on what you're asking."

You swallowed hard. "Can you... make it go away?"

His expression didn’t change. He didn’t speak. And for a moment, the silence felt louder than the heartbreak.

You were laughing before you even reached the bar.

Some ridiculous story had just come out of Liv’s mouth. Something about one of those fake psychics on Bourbon Street and a chicken bone reading gone horribly wrong. The way she told it made it impossible not to laugh, even if it sounded like complete bullshit.

She looped her arm through yours, tugging you along. "Come on," she grinned, dark eyes glittering beneath the fairy lights strung between buildings. "You promised me drinks, and I don’t take broken promises lightly."

"I think you promised me drinks," you countered, trying not to stumble on the uneven cobblestones in your heeled boots. "I distinctly remember being lured with tequila."

"Same thing," she said breezily. "Now let’s go flirt with someone dangerous."

Behind you, the others. Tasha, Adam, and Mike, laughed as they caught up. You had only known them for a few weeks, but somehow it already felt like a lifetime.

"I call dibs on any man with a jawline sharp enough to kill," Adam announced.

"And please leave the rich ones to me! I need rent money," Tasha quipped.

You giggled, a little tipsy already from the wine at dinner. The night air was warm and heady, the music drifting out of nearby bars pulsing through your veins. You felt good. Untethered. Like there was nothing in the world weighing you down.

No responsibilities.

No heartbreak.

Not one ancient, perfectly dressed vampire occupying your dreams.

Just fun.

You didn’t even question how quickly this group had become a fixture in your life.. or how naturally Liv had taken charge of it all. She had appeared out of nowhere, crashing into your world at the exact moment you needed someone wild and strange and relentlessly fun. She was curious about everything; your favorite music, your past relationships, the way you wore your hair. Like she was gathering data.

You had been feeling lost, maybe even hollow, and she filled the space with chaos and charm and a kind of reckless energy that made everything seem possible.

The others followed her lead like it was second nature. Even you did.

Tonight was just another blur of it all. The five of you dancing until your feet hurt, spinning through midnight air like nothing could touch you.

"I swear, if one more man with a gross little moustache tells me he ‘works in crypto’..." you were saying as the group leaned on the bar, waiting for your drinks.

"Natural selection used to do the heavy lifting," Liv said, sipping her drink through a straw. "Now it’s up to us."

You tilted your head. "You’re so weird."

She smirked. "You have no idea."

You laughed again, and this time it didn’t feel hollow. It felt like something was coming back to life. Like you were finally remembering how to breathe.

Even if sometimes, in quiet moments between songs or smiles, something inside you whispered that you had forgotten something important. Something that once mattered more than anything.

{Part Two}{Part Three}

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