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[thequeenofneverland1]

Klaus & Elijah Mikaelson////A Love Left Behind

Summary: you, a strong-willed woman, captures the hearts of brothers Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson but is pressured to marry Jackson Kenner to meet your pack's obligations. Torn between your love for the brothers and the expectations of duty, you faces an emotional dilemma. As your wedding day approaches, you struggles with heartbreak and regrets, ultimately realizing that love can come with painful sacrifices. Your journey explores the complexities of relationships and the choices that shape your destiny.

Warnings: Emotional Abuse, Forced Marriage, Heartbreak and Loss, Mature Themes, tension and Betrayal, Intense Emotional Conflict, Substance, insecurity and Self-Image Issues, family Pressure

Klaus stands at the edge of a dimly lit alley, his typical smirk firmly in place. His presence alone would usually send a chill down anyone’s spine, but not you. You barely spare him a glance, adjusting the strap of your bag as you walk by, seemingly uninterested.

Klaus steps into your path, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “I assume you’ve heard of me, love. Klaus Mikaelson. The name tends to have that… effect.”

Your gaze finally flickers to his, utterly unimpressed.“Heard of you? Yeah. Do I care? Not really.”

Klaus blinks, his smirk faltering for the briefest moment, unsure if he heard you correctly. No one had ever dismissed him so casually.“You should be careful with that tongue of yours. I could have it ripped out.”

You quirks an eyebrow, unbothered. You take a step closer, looking him up and down before shaking your head. “Sure, if you’re into that caveman crap. But let me guess,daddy issues, control freak tendencies, and a superiority complex? Please. You’re not as scary as you think you are.”

For a moment, Klaus is speechless, not out of anger but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to respond. No one talks to him this way. Before he can form a retort, you walk right past him, your heels clicking sharply against the pavement as if you already forgotten about him.

It’s a grand ballroom, filled with high society vampires and witches, all dressed in their finest attire. Elijah, ever the gentleman, stands at the edge of the room, quietly observing the crowd, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze lands on you, who’s sipping a glass of champagne, looking bored out of your mind.

Elijah approaches you, his movements smooth and calculated, as if he’s already predicting how the conversation will go. He offers you a polite smile.“It’s not often I meet someone as… self-assured as you. Especially in a room like this.”

You don't bother turning fully toward him, simply glancing at him sideways with an amused smirk. “And it’s not often I meet someone as old as you who still finds that line charming.”

Elijah’s smile tightens ever so slightly, the subtle dig not lost on him. He takes a measured breath, trying again “Your confidence is… admirable, though perhaps misplaced. You don’t seem to fully grasp the situation you’ve found yourself in.”

You take a slow sip of your drink before turning to face him completely, your eyes flicking up and down, as if you're assessing his worth before you even answer. “Oh, I grasp it just fine. I’m in a room full of vampires and witches who think a suit and a brooding glare make them powerful. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. Especially not you. A nice suit can only distract from the fact that you’re still an over-glorified corpse.”

Elijah remains stoic, but there’s a flicker of something, annoyance? Amusement?,in his eyes. You give him a slow, deliberate once-over before leaning in slightly, your voice lowering. “Word of advice. try loosening that tie before you crumble to dust.” With that, you turn on your heel, your skirt swishing as you disappear into the crowd, leaving Elijah standing there, momentarily stunned by your audacity.

In a small, candlelit room, Klaus sits in a high-backed chair, his eyes narrowed as you paces the floor in front of him. The tension is thick in the air, Klaus’s usual calm demeanor slipping ever so slightly as you continue to challenge him.

“You think you can defy me? I’ve lived for over a thousand years, Y/n. I’ve seen the rise and fall of empires. There’s nothing you can do that I haven’t already dealt with a thousand times over.”

You stop pacing, finally turning to face him.Your arms cross over your chest as you tilt your head slightly, a mock smile tugging at your lips.“Wow. A thousand years? And here I was thinking that living for centuries would make someone wiser. Must be tough, huh? All that time and still stuck in the same petty temper tantrums. I mean, don’t you ever get tired of being such a drama queen?”

Klaus’s eyes darken, and for a second, it looks like he might snap. He leans forward in his chair, his voice dropping low and dangerous.“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, love.”

You, however, are unfazed. You walk toward him, your gaze never wavering as you lean down slightly, your faces just inches apart.“Oh, I think I do. A thousand years of power, but you’re still the same insecure little boy who needs everyone to fear him to feel important. How’s that working out for you, Klaus? Do you ever feel satisfied?”

You straighten up before he can respond, turning on your heel and walking out the door, leaving Klaus staring after you, a mixture of anger and intrigue burning in his eyes.

Elijah stands in a dimly lit library, his hands clasped behind his back, his usual air of calmness and nobility surrounding him. You, however, lounge on a nearby sofa, flipping through an old book with disinterest.“It’s intriguing, truly. There’s more to you than meets the eye, Y/n.”

Without even looking up from the book, you smirks.“You’re right. I’m also more annoyed than I seem.”

Elijah’s eyebrows raise slightly, clearly not expecting that response. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure.”You play a dangerous game, challenging the likes of Klaus and me.”

You finally look up from the book, tossing it aside and standing to your feet. You take a few steps toward Elijah, your confidence unwavering.”Oh, please. Your brother’s just a homicidal drama queen with daddy issues, and you… well, you hide behind suits and manners like they make you any different.”

Elijah smiles. “I assure you, I am quite different from my brother.”

You step closer, your gaze never leaving his.“Sure you are. That’s why you’re always cleaning up his messes, right? Pretending you’re the noble one, while in reality, you’re just as much of a control freak as he is. At least Klaus owns his insanity. You hide yours behind all that chivalry and gentlemanly crap.”

Elijah’s jaw clenches, but he remains silent, choosing to take your words in stride. You simply smile, clearly pleased with yourself as you brush past him.

“Don’t worry, Elijah. It’s not all bad. You wear the control freak thing well.” With that, you exit the library, leaving Elijah standing there, his calm facade cracking just slightly as he watches you go.

The moon casts a pale light over the desolate warehouse where you are trying to catch your breath. Your shirt is torn, and you have a gash on your arm, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage. Your face is pale, but you try to hide your pain behind a mask of determination.

Klaus and Elijah burst through the entrance, having tracked you down after hearing of the skirmish you were involved in. Their faces are etched with worry as they quickly make their way to your side.”love, what happened? You look like you’ve been through hell.”

Elijah takes in your condition with a worried expression, his hands reaching out to steady you.”You need help. Let us take care of you.”

You struggle to maintain your composure, waves them off with a grimace of pain.”I’m fine. I don’t need your help. I can handle it on my own.”

Klaus’s frustration is palpable. He kneels in front of you, his eyes filled with concern. “You’re clearly not fine. You’re hurt and you need medical attention. We’re not going to just leave you here.”

You attempt to push past them, but your legs are shaky and you stumble. Elijah catches you effortlessly, his voice a mix of gentle authority and concern “You’re in no condition to refuse our help. You’re hurt and exhausted. Please, let us help you.”

Your resolve starts to crumble as you lean into Elijah’s support. Your defiant attitude fades as you recognize the genuine worry in their eyes.“Alright, alright. Just… don’t make a fuss.”

Klaus gently helps you into a nearby car, his touch surprisingly tender despite his usual intensity. Elijah retrieves a first aid kit from the trunk and begins to clean and dress your wounds as carefully as he can.

You wince from the sting but stays silent, your pride temporarily set aside. Klaus stays close, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, offering silent support.”You’re not alone in this, Y/n. We’re here for you, no matter what.”

You meet his gaze, your eyes reflecting both gratitude and frustration.“I don’t usually let people in like this. You know that.”

Elijah, focusing on bandaging your arm, looks up and offers a reassuring smile.”We know. But sometimes, even the strongest need a little help. We’re not going to let you push us away, not when you need us.”

As Elijah finishes tending to your wounds, Klaus leans in, his voice softening.“We’ll get you the help you need, Y/n. You’re not going through this alone.”

You, despite your initial resistance, let yourself be comforted by their presence. You realize that, despite your fierce independence, having Klaus and Elijah by your side provides a sense of security you hadn’t anticipated needing.

As the car drives off, Klaus and Elijah remain close, their concern unwavering as they ensure you get the care you need. Though your pride still battles with your vulnerability, you find solace in their steadfast support.

After you are treated and resting in a comfortable room, Hayley arrives, a knowing smirk on her face. She finds you lounging on a bed, your arm freshly bandaged. Klaus and Elijah have just left the room, giving you some space to recuperate. Hayley strolls in, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Hayley smirks.”Well, look who finally decided to let someone take care of her. I have to say, I didn’t expect you to let Klaus and Elijah play nurse.”

You were attempting to rest, but you sit up with an exaggerated huff. You glare at Hayley, trying to hide your amusement behind a mask of annoyance.”Oh, just great. The one person who knows I hate when people fuss over me shows up to gloat. What’s next? A surprise party?”

Hayley chuckles, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk.”I’m just surprised, you know. You’ve always acted like you couldn’t stand them, and now look at you. All bandaged up and letting them dote on you.”*

You cross your arms, trying to maintain your irritated facade, but your eyes reveal a hint of amusement.“Yeah, well, don’t think this means I’ve suddenly become all buddy-buddy with them. It’s just... they’re insistent and annoying. It’s not like I wanted their help.”

Hayley raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.“Right. Because you always look like you’re enjoying yourself whenever they’re around. Especially with how Klaus keeps giving you those worried looks and how Elijah practically hovered over you.”

Your cheeks flush slightly as you try to play it cool, though your irritation is tempered by the slight smile tugging at your lips.”Oh, please. Don’t start with the ‘they care’ nonsense. It’s just because they feel guilty about whatever mess I got into. They’re not doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.”

Hayley steps closer, her grin widening as she watches you struggle to keep up your tough front.“Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, I can’t deny it’s kind of sweet seeing you so... vulnerable. Maybe there’s a part of you that actually appreciates the attention.”

You throw a pillow at Hayley playfully, though your smile betrays your true feelings.“Get over yourself. I don’t need you adding to the sympathy party. Just help me get through this so I can get back to pretending I’m totally fine and not emotionally softened by their annoying concern.”

Hayley laughs, catching the pillow and tossing it back onto the bed.“Alright, alright. I’ll let you be. But just remember, it’s okay to let them care. Even if you’re too proud to admit it, they’re not the only ones who want you to be okay.”*

You rolled your eyes but your expression softened as you watched Hayley leave the room.”Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to thank you for the lecture.”

Hayley winks before closing the door behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you settle back into the bed, you find yourself reflecting on Hayley’s words and the unexpected comfort in knowing that Klaus and Elijah truly care, despite your attempts to act indifferent.

You walked into the grand hall, the light from the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the opulent décor. You held your head high, your steps deliberate and confident despite the lingering pain in your leg. The party was in full swing, with elegant guests mingling and laughter echoing through the room. Klaus and Elijah stood near the fireplace, engaged in animated conversation, but their eyes quickly shifted to you as you entered.

Klaus’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence.”

Your lips curled into a practiced smirk as you approached them, your tone dripping with mockery. “Don’t flatter yourselves. I’m here because I have a life outside of your little charade. Not because I’ve missed you.”

Elijah’s gaze softened with a flicker of concern as he took in your appearance, but he quickly masked it with his usual calm demeanor. “You’re walking better. I’m glad to see you’re recovering.”

Your eyes met his, the hint of warmth in his tone making you bristle. You crossed your arms, trying to maintain your façade of irritation. “Yeah, well, I didn’t come here for a check-up. I came because I’m not going to let you two think you’ve managed to make me some sort of charity case.”

Klaus stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “We were worried about you, Y/n. You know that, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, turning your attention to a nearby table laden with hors d'oeuvres. “Oh, please. Don’t start with the concern routine. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

Elijah exchanged a glance with Klaus, a silent communication passing between them. Despite your insistence, both could see through your bravado. Klaus sighed and took a step closer, his voice dropping to a more personal, almost vulnerable tone. “You don’t have to put on this act. We genuinely care about you, love.”

Your resolve wavered for a moment, the sincerity in Klaus’s voice striking a chord. But you quickly recovered, forcing a laugh and shaking your head. “Yeah, well, don’t expect me to start letting you two get all soft on me. I’m not one of your projects.”

Elijah’s expression remained unchanged, though a glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. “We’re not trying to project anything. We just want to know that you’re okay.”

You snatched a glass of champagne from a passing tray and took a long sip, your gaze defiant. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other things to do than stand here and listen to your pity party.”

As you turned away, Klaus and Elijah watched you go, their concern mingling with a sense of helplessness. They knew that your stubbornness was a shield, a way to keep your motions at bay. Despite your attempts to push them away, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness for you, wishing you would allow them to be there for you in the way they wanted to.

You mingled with the other guests, your laughter ringing out as you engaged in conversation, carefully keeping your distance from Klaus and Elijah. Yet, as the evening wore on, you occasionally cast glances back at them, your facade of indifference faltering just slightly. It was clear that despite your efforts to act unaffected, the depth of your feelings, for both and against them, was more complex than you were willing to admit.

As the night progressed, you found yourself increasingly annoyed by the persistent attention of your friends, who seemed determined to check in on you despite your best efforts to stay aloof. You had just finished laughing off an awkward encounter with a particularly persistent guest when you noticed Klaus and Elijah approaching you again, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Klaus, his eyes twinkling with mischief, leaned in. “I see you’re managing to charm everyone but us. Is it a special talent, or are we just not your type?

You rolled your eyes, took a dramatic sip of your champagne. “Oh, it’s definitely a special talent. It’s called ignoring people who can’t take a hint.”

Elijah, with a hint of a smile, crossed his arms. “And how’s that working out for you? Are you enjoying being the center of attention, or is it just your way of avoiding us?”

Your annoyance was palpable, but you couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your face. “I’m enjoying it just fine. And avoiding you? Maybe. But mostly, I’m just trying to have a good time without you two hovering over me like mother hens.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Mother hens, huh? Is that what you really think of us?”

You threw up your hands in mock exasperation. “Yes, exactly! You’re like the overprotective older siblings I never asked for. It’s exhausting.”

Elijah chuckled, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “If we’re such a bother, why not just admit that you missed us? It would save you from all this melodrama.”

You gasped theatrically. “Admit that I missed you? Never! I’d rather suffer through your relentless concern and witty banter than give you the satisfaction of thinking you’re actually useful.”

Klaus’s grin widened as he leaned closer. “Well, if we’re such a burden, you could always try to avoid us entirely. But I suspect you’ll find it difficult to enjoy the party without our charming presence.”

You shot him a look that was half exasperation, half amusement. “Oh, please. I’m sure I’ll manage. I’ve been dealing with you two for far too long to be daunted by a little thing like being pursued for my own good.”

Elijah’s eyes danced with mischief. “And what if we promise to be less annoying? Or at least try not to hover so much?”

You pretended to consider it, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, tempting offer. But I think I’d rather keep you two around just for the fun of it.”

As Klaus and Elijah exchanged amused glances, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of warmth at their continued efforts. Despite your protests and attempts to maintain your acade, it was clear that their presence, annoying as it might be, was something you secretly valued.

The evening continued with you navigating through the party, your interactions with Klaus and Elijah taking on a more playful tone. Despite your efforts to act annoyed, it was evident that their teasing and concern were an endearing part of your night, leaving you with a sense of both frustration and affection for the two men who refused to let you go unnoticed.

As the night wore on, Klaus and Elijah's persistent presence became an ongoing source of irritation for you. Despite your best efforts to ignore them, they continued to hover around, much to your dismay.

Klaus sidled up to you as you were attempting to enjoy a quiet conversation with a fellow guest. “You know, Y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet tonight. Are you sure everything’s okay? You’re not usually this subdued.”

You shot him a glare, barely hiding your frustration. “I’m perfectly fine. I just don’t feel the need to constantly entertain you two with my every move.”

Elijah, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, joined in with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t want to share? We might be able to help make your evening more enjoyable.”

You sighed heavily, trying to maintain your composure. “I’m quite capable of having a good time without you two interrupting every conversation I have. Just go away for a little while.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged a look of amusement before Klaus leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We can’t do that. We’re on a mission to make sure you’re not suffering in silence.”

Your patience was wearing thin. “And what makes you think I’m suffering? I’m having a perfectly good time without your constant need to check in.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider this. “If that’s the case, then you wouldn’t mind if we stayed right here, would you?”

You tried to stifle your exasperation, but it was clear you were losing the battle. “Fine. Stay. But don’t expect me to be grateful. If anything, you’re making it harder for me to enjoy myself.”

Klaus leaned in closer, his grin widening. “You know, I think you’re secretly enjoying the attention. Otherwise, why would you keep engaging with us?”

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re impossible. You know that, right? Sometimes I wonder how I put up with you two.”

Elijah chuckled softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “It’s probably because, deep down, you know we’re not going anywhere. We’re too stubborn to let you deal with things on your own.”

Klaus nodded in agreement. “And let’s be honest, you’d miss us if we weren’t around to annoy you.”

You tried to muster a serious expression, but the corners of your mouth twitched in spite of yourself. “You know what? Fine. If you’re going to be this persistent, then I’ll just have to accept it. But don’t think for a second that I’m not annoyed.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged triumphant looks, clearly pleased with their ability to get under your kin. As you continued to mingle, they remained close by, your playful banter and teasing a constant presence.

Despite your attempts to ignore them, you found yourself occasionally laughing at their jokes and appreciating their company more than you cared to admit. As the night went on, it became clear that while you might act annoyed, their relentless attention was a reminder of how much they cared, even if it came in the form of persistent teasing.

Hayley strolled over to where you,Klaus, and Elijah were engaged in your usual banter. Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched her sister’s futile attempts to maintain her irritation. As Hayley approached, she couldn’t help but smirk at your obvious frustration.”Well, well, if it isn’t the trio of persistent annoyances. How’s my sister holding up under your relentless attention?”

You shot your sister an exasperated look, clearly irritated by Hayley’s timely arrival.“Oh, don’t start with me, Hayley. I’m managing just fine, despite these two refusing to give me a moment’s peace.”

Klaus grinned at Hayley’s entrance, his eyes dancing with mischief.“Ah, Hayley. Just in time. We were about to test the limits of Y/n’s patience. Care to join us?”

Elijah, trying to hide his amusement, gave Hayley a respectful nod. “We could use another perspective. What do you think, Hayley? Is Y/n’s annoyance as entertaining as we believe?”

Hayley’s smirk widened as she took a seat beside you, clearly enjoying the playful tension.“Oh, it’s absolutely entertaining. I’ve never seen her so determined to act annoyed while clearly enjoying the attention.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips despite your best efforts to stay irritated.“You’re not helping, Hayley. I can’t believe you’re actually encouraging them.”

Hayley leaned in closer, her voice low and teasing.”Well, if you can’t beat them, you might as well join them. Besides, it’s quite clear that deep down, you appreciate their attention more than you let on.”

Klaus’s grin widened, and he leaned over to you with mock seriousness.”See? Even your sister agrees. You might as well embrace the fact that you’re stuck with us.”

Elijah chuckled softly, adding to the teasing atmosphere.“And if you’re honest, you might even admit that we make these parties a bit more interesting.”

You threw your hands up in a dramatic gesture, your frustration now mingled with reluctant amusement.“Alright, fine. You win. I’ll admit that having you around is better than being alone with just my own thoughts. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still annoyed.”

Hayley laughed, clearly delighted by your reluctant acceptance.“There you go. Now you’re starting to sound like yourself again. Just remember, sometimes it’s okay to let others take care of you.”

You glanced at your sister, your eyes softening slightly, even as you tried to keep up your defiant attitude.”Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the advice. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to pretend to be annoyed by these two for a bit longer.”

As Hayley joined the conversation, Klaus and Elijah’s teasing continued, but there was a newfound camaraderie in the air. Your exasperation was now mixed with genuine affection, and despite your best efforts to maintain your aloof demeanor, it was clear that the playful interactions and persistent attention of your friends were something you secretly valued.

As the evening drew to a close, the grand hall where the party had been held was starting to empty. You, Klaus, and Elijah found themselves alone in a quieter corner of the room. The noise of the guests had faded to a low murmur, and they had settled into comfortable chairs around a small table that had been pushed to the side.

Klaus poured a glass of wine and offered it to you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.“Care for another drink?” Klaus asked, a teasing edge to his voice. “You seemed to enjoy the last one.”

you took the glass, rolling your eyes with a smile. “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can finally win an argument?”

Elijah chuckled from his seat, his gaze amused as he watched their exchange. “Oh, we’ve already won. You’ve been on the losing end of our teasing all evening. Consider this just a celebratory drink.”

You took a sip, trying to maintain your composure. “Celebratory for you two, maybe. I’ve had to endure relentless banter all night.”

Klaus leaned forward, his expression a mix of mock seriousness and genuine amusement. “It’s not relentless banter if it’s entertaining. And we both know you secretly enjoy it.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress a grin. “Sure, if by ‘enjoy’ you mean ‘tolerate’ while plotting my revenge.”

Elijah raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Plotting, you say? Care to share any of your plans?”

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a defiant smirk. “I’m not about to give away my secrets. Let’s just say that you two are always on my radar. I’m just biding my time.”

Klaus grinned widely, clearly amused by your response. “Biding your time, huh? I’ll be sure to watch my back. But for now, I think we’re safe from any retaliation.”

Elijah laughed softly, shaking his head. “I’m curious to see what you come up with. Until then, we’ll just continue our delightful teasing.”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you looked at both of them. “Oh, don’t be so sure. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You just wait until I catch you off guard.”

As the three of them continued their playful banter, the mood between them was light and comfortable. Despite your attempts to act annoyed, it was clear that the teasing and the company of Klaus and Elijah were something you secretly enjoyed. The evening continued with laughter and camaraderie, the easy conversation a testament to the deep bond that the three shared.

As the evening went on, Hayley and Rebekah joined you, Klaus, and Elijah in their corner, clearly in high spirits. The two women exchanged a glance and strolled over, their smiles full of mischief.

Hayley, her eyes gleaming with amusement, looked at you. “I see you’re still surrounded by these charming gentlemen. How’s that working out for you, Y/n?”

You try to keep your composure, sighed. “Oh, you know, just another evening of enduring their endless teasing.”

Rebekah grinned, her eyes fixed on her brothers. “Well, it looks like you’re managing quite well. I’d say they’re actually behaving themselves tonight.”

Klaus, overhearing, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Behaving ourselves? That’s a first. We must be slipping.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his smile widening. “And here I thought we were being on our best behavior.”

You shot them a mock glare. “Oh, don’t encourage them. They’re already insufferable enough without any help.”

Hayley leaned in closer, her voice dripping with playfulness. “I’m just saying, if you’re actually enjoying their company, you should admit it. We all know how much you love the attention.”

Rebekah’s grin widened. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you keep engaging with them. You’re practically glowing every time they tease you.”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, well, maybe I’m just too polite to tell them to leave me alone.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. “Polite, huh? We’ll take that as a compliment.”

Elijah chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And here we were, thinking we might actually be getting on your nerves.”

Hayley nudged you playfully. “Come on, admit it. You’re having a blast with these two. If you weren’t, you’d have left a long time ago.”

Rebekah joined in, her tone teasing. “And who knows, maybe deep down, you’re already plotting how to get them to stick around even longer.”

You tried to maintain your feigned annoyance, but it was clear the playful teasing was getting the better of her. “Fine, fine. You all win. Maybe I do enjoy having them around, but don’t think I’m going to make it easy for them.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged satisfied glances, clearly pleased with their ability to get under your skin.

Klaus raised his glass with a flourish. “To our charming persistence and Y/n’s unspoken admiration.”

Elijah nodded, adding, “And to the fun we’ve had tonight. May it continue for many more evenings.”

You shook your head with a reluctant smile. “Alright, alright. I get it. You’re all insufferable, but I suppose I’ll have to put up with you.”

As the group continued to tease and joke, the atmosphere remained warm and lively. Despite your best efforts to appear annoyed, your genuine affection for the company and the playful banter was evident. The evening ended on a high note, filled with laughter and the unmistakable bond of friendship.

As the evening wore on and the trio continued their playful banter, you took a moment to address Klaus and Elijah directly, your tone teasing but with an undercurrent of sincerity.

“By the way,” you said, a smirk on your lips as you looked between the two men, “I still don’t like you guys.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “Oh, is that so? Here we thought we were making some progress.”

Elijah leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You’re not fooling anyone, Y/n. We can see through your tough exterior. If you really didn’t like us, you wouldn’t be spending so much time with us.”

You took another sip of your wine, your gaze steady. “Well, maybe I’m just trying to keep you two on your toes. It’s more fun that way.”

Klaus’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Ah, so you admit that we’re good for you, even if you refuse to admit it outright.”

Elijah chuckled, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “And here I thought we were just a nuisance.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your true feelings. “Don’t get any ideas. Just because I’m spending time with you doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind. I’m still not a fan of your constant teasing.”

Klaus raised his glass in a mock toast. “To being a ‘nuisance’ then. We’ll wear you down eventually.”

Elijah nodded in agreement. “And in the meantime, we’ll just keep enjoying these moments of banter.”

You shook your head, though the warmth in your eyes revealed that despite your words, you valued their company more than you let on. “Fine, fine. Just don’t expect me to admit I like you anytime soon.”

The next day, Klaus and Elijah decided it was time to make their move. They approached you with a blend of confidence and nervous anticipation, ready to ask you out on a date. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow over their little corner of the garden where they had gathered.

Klaus, with his usual charm, flashed a charming smile. “So, love, we were thinking, how about you join us for dinner tonight? A more private setting, just the three of us.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his eyes sincere. “We’d really like to spend some more time with you, away from the crowd. What do you say?”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying their efforts. You leaned back, crossing your arms with a playful smirk. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m pretty busy these days.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged glances, a mix of desperation and determination in their eyes.

Klaus leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a pleading tone. “Come on, love. Just one dinner. We promise to behave.”

Elijah added with a grin, “We’re begging you. It’ll be fun, and we won’t tease you too much. Promise.”

You pretended to think it over, your expression a mix of contemplation and amusement. “Really? You’re both so charming, but I’m not sure I can trust you to keep your hands to yourselves.”

Klaus and Elijah looked at each other, their expressions showing a mix of hope and exasperation.”We’ll be on our best behavior. Just give us a chance.”

Elijah smiles.“And if you don’t like it, you can always escape. We’ll make sure it’s a memorable evening, in the best way.”

You finally relented, though your tone was still playful. “Alright, fine. I’ll go out with you two. But let’s get one thing straight, if either of you try any funny business or plotting, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

Klaus and Elijah looked at you curiously.

You continued with a grin, “Any wondering hands or sneaky schemes, and I’m cutting your hands off. Deal?”

Klaus laughed, clearly impressed by your boldness. “Deal. We’ll be on our best behavior, and we promise to keep our hands to ourselves.”

Elijah chuckled, nodding in agreement. “We’re looking forward to it. And no plotting, we swear.”

You gave them a playful salute. “Great. Then it’s a date. I’ll see you both tonight.”

As you meticulously prepared for your evening out, you carefully selected an outfit that combined elegance with a hint of allure. The deep red dress you chose hugged your curves just right, while your makeup was applied with precision to enhance your features. The final touch was a pair of strappy heels that added a bit of glamor. You were excited about the evening, though you knew you needed to keep your plans under wraps.

Just as you were putting on your earrings, your sister walked into the room, her gaze immediately landing on your outfit. The surprise was evident in her expression.

“Wow, look at you,” Hayley said, her eyes widening. “Where are you headed all dressed up like that?”

You were caught off guard, quickly scrambled for a response. You turned to face your sister, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of nerves you felt. “Oh, just going out with some friends. Nothing special.”

Hayley’s curiosity seemed piqued, and she took a step closer, her gaze assessing your ensemble. “Friends, huh? You’re looking pretty glamorous for just a casual hangout. Are you sure there’s not something more going on?”

You forced a nonchalant smile, though you could feel your cheeks warming. “Yeah, well, sometimes it’s nice to dress up even if it’s just a regular night out. You know how it is.”

Hayley tilted her head, her expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. “Right. So, no details then? No hints about where you’re actually going or who you’re meeting?”

You shook your head, your tone playful but firm. “Nope, no hints. I’m just in the mood to look nice tonight. Besides, you know how much I hate to be teased. I’d rather keep things low-key.”

Hayley’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she crossed her arms. “Alright, if you insist. But if I find out later that you were out with someone interesting, don’t expect me to let you off the hook easily.”

You laughed softly, feeling a mix of relief and amusement. “Fine, fine. Just know that if you do end up hearing anything, it’ll be on a need-to-know basis. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to finish getting ready.”

In the living room, Hayley was sprawled on the couch, flipping through a magazine, when Klaus and Elijah walked in. Both were impeccably dressed, Klaus in a tailored suit and Elijah in a sleek blazer, exuding a refined charm that was hard to miss.

Hayley glanced up, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “You guys are all dressed up. Where are you headed tonight?”

Klaus, catching Hayley’s curious gaze, flashed a confident smile. “We’re heading out for a dinner with Y/n. It’s a special evening.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his tone light and casual. “Just a nice dinner, nothing too extravagant.”

Hayley’s eyes widened slightly, and she couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh really? You mean to tell me that my sister was lying to me about her evening plans?”

Klaus looked puzzled for a moment. “Lying?”

Hayley smirked, shaking her head with a knowing look. “Yeah, well, she said she was just going out with some friends and made a big deal about keeping things low-key. Seems like she wasn’t entirely honest.”

Elijah chuckled, clearly entertained by the situation. “Ah, the old ‘keeping secrets’ routine. Seems like she wanted to avoid any teasing.”

Klaus grinned, clearly amused. “Well, it looks like we’re in for an interesting evening. If she went through all that trouble to hide our plans, we must be doing something right.”

Hayley laughed, shaking her head as she stood up. “Your evening just got a lot more interesting. I’ll be eagerly waiting to hear all about it later.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged glances, both grinning at the playful turn of events.

As Hayley watched them leave, she shook her head with a mix of amusement and mild irritation. “You’re both lucky she likes you. Otherwise, I’d have a few choice words about how she’s handling this.”

With a final, teasing smile, Hayley settled back onto the couch, already anticipating the stories she’d hear later. The playful drama of the evening had only added to her entertainment, and she was more than ready to find out how the night would unfold.

As you finally emerged from your room, you found Klaus and Elijah waiting by the stairs, both looking dashing and ready for the evening. Their eyes lit up as they saw you, their admiration evident.

Klaus, with a charming smile, extended his hand to you. “You look absolutely stunning, love. We’re very lucky to have you join us tonight.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his gaze warm and appreciative. “Indeed. So beautiful like always. We’re both looking forward to a wonderful evening.”

You blushed slightly at their compliments, a smile playing on your lips. You made your way to the door, ready to head out. Just as three of you were about to leave, Hayley and Rebekah appeared in the hallway, clearly prepared to add their own touch of mischief.

“Look at you three, all dressed up and ready to go,” Hayley said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Seems like someone’s been keeping secrets.”

Rebekah joined in with a smirk, her gaze shifting between you and her brothers. “And here I thought Y/n was just hanging out with friends. Looks like there’s a bit more to the story.”

You cleared your throat, your tone firm as you addressed the teasing. “Actually, I’m not going with them. Remember,Hayley, I was just going to hang out with friends.”

Hayley’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, really? So all this effort and glamour is for just a casual evening?”

You nodded, trying to maintain your composure despite the playful challenge. “That’s right. I’m simply dressing up for a night out with friends. No need to make a big deal out of it.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. Klaus leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “Well, if you insist. But I must say, it’s quite the coincidence that your ‘friends’ are so well-dressed.”

Elijah added with a grin, “Indeed. I guess we’ll just have to make sure the evening lives up to the expectation.”

You gave them a playful look, then turned back to your sister and Rebekah. “I’m serious. Let’s not make this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

Hayley and Rebekah exchanged one last teasing glance before stepping aside, allowing you, Klaus, and Elijah to make it to the exit. As the trio walked out the door, the playful banter continued, adding a light-hearted touch to their evening plans.

As you and the boys stepped out of the house and into the crisp evening air, Klaus couldn’t help but turn to you with a teasing smile.

“You know,” Klaus began, his tone light and playful, “you’re quite the liar, love.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Oh, really? And what makes you say that?”

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head as he walked alongside you. “Well, the way you fibbed about your plans. I had a feeling there was more to it than just a casual hangout with friends.”

Elijah, listening to the exchange, added with a smirk, “And we’re not exactly disappointed. It seems you were just trying to avoid a bit of teasing from your sister and Rebekah.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Guilty as charged. I just didn’t want to deal with the endless questions and teasing. I knew they wouldn’t let up.”

Klaus smiled, clearly enjoying the banter. “Well, it’s good to see you’ve managed to keep some secrets. Adds a little excitement to the evening.”

Elijah nodded, his tone warm. “Indeed. And we’ll make sure this evening lives up to the hype. We wouldn’t want to disappoint our glamorous companion.”

You grinned, feeling a mix of excitement and gratitude for their company. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make sure the night is worth all the secrecy and effort.”

With that, the trio continued on their way, the playful banter and genuine affection between them making the evening all the more enjoyable. The anticipation for the night ahead only grew stronger as they made their way to their destination, ready to enjoy their time together.

As they walked along, you glanced over at Klaus and Elijah, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “Besides,” you said with a playful tone, “remember that I don’t actually like you guys.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, really? And here we were thinking we were winning you over with our charm.”

Elijah chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, I suppose we’ll have to work even harder to change your mind.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, don’t get too comfortable. I’m still not ready to admit that I actually enjoy your company.”

Klaus grinned, his eyes gleaming with playful defiance. “Challenge accepted. We’ll see just how much we can charm you by the end of the evening.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his tone light. “Indeed. Consider this our mission for tonight.”

You smiled, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie despite your easing. “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”

With that, the three of you continued on your way, the playful banter and mutual affection adding to the excitement of the evening ahead. The night promised to be filled with laughter, charm, and perhaps a few surprises, making it one to remember.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Klaus leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Well, love," he began, eyes gleaming with mischief, "now that the night is over, how are you going to explain to your dear sister that you weren’t just out with 'friends'?"

You shot him a mock-glare, slipping off your heels. “You two are nothing but a headache, that’s how I’ll explain it.”

Elijah, ever the calm one, but no less playful, stepped forward and offered you his hand to balance you as you slipped into your slippers. “A headache? I’m almost certain you enjoyed yourself this evening, Y/n,” he teased, his voice velvet smooth. “In fact, I believe I saw you smiling more than once.”

Klaus snorted. “Oh, more than once, Elijah. I distinctly recall a moment where she almost laughed at one of your terrible history lessons.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a grin. “You both have overinflated egos, you know that?”

Klaus circled around you, his voice dropping into that dangerously teasing tone of his. “Admit it, love. You had a good time. For someone who claims not to like us, you certainly seemed to enjoy our company tonight.”

You huffed dramatically, arms crossing as you plopped down onto the couch. “Sure, I had fun, between all the terrible jokes and the fact that you two wouldn’t stop bickering about whose turn it was to pay the bill.”

Elijah smiled, sitting beside you. “You’re deflecting, Y/n. If you hated us so much, you wouldn’t have agreed to dinner at all.”

“Exactly,” Klaus chimed in, leaning casually on the back of the couch, his grin devilish. “In fact, I’d wager you’re looking forward to our next outing already.”

You narrowed your eyes, though the corner of your mouth twitched in amusement. “Don’t get too ahead of yourselves. I just didn’t want to eat alone tonight, alright?”

Klaus leaned closer, his lips quirking into a grin. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, love.”

Elijah chuckled softly at your side, adding in his usual calm way, “Perhaps next time we’ll make it even more unbearable, just to test your resolve.”

You rolled your eyes again, unable to fight back the smile threatening to break free. “You two really are the worst.”

Klaus, with a wink, stood up and stretched lazily. “And yet, you can’t seem to resist us. Funny how that works, isn’t it?”

Elijah placed a hand gently on your shoulder, his expression one of mock concern. “If we truly bother you so much, perhaps next time you should invite someone else to distract yourself.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll bring someone to keep me entertained and save me from your endless teasing.”

Klaus smirked, clearly entertained by the idea. “Good luck with that, love. No one’s quite as good as us at keeping you on your toes.”

You stood, giving both brothers a challenging look before making your way towards the stairs. “You know, if this keeps up, I’ll be the one who needs saving from you two.”

Klaus chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

Elijah, ever the gentleman, gave her a slight nod. “Sleep well, Y/n. We’ll be sure to make your life as difficult as possible tomorrow.”

You shook your head, a playful smile still on your face as you turned and headed up the stairs. Despite all your protests and teasing, there was no denying that they made your nights far more interesting than you’d care to admit.

As you disappeared from sight, Klaus leaned toward Elijah, his voice low but amused. “She’s enjoying this far more than she lets on.”

Elijah smirked, his eyes still on the staircase. “That’s the fun of it, brother. She enjoys pretending to hate us, but we both know the truth.”

The next morning, you weren't the only one to wake up with a playful mood hanging over you. In the kitchen, Hayley and Rebekah had already started their day, drinking coffee and chatting quietly when Klaus and Elijah finally walked in.

Hayley immediately raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. “Well, well, look who finally decided to show up. How was your night out with my sister?”

Klaus rolled his eyes, clearly already prepared for the teasing. “Good morning to you too, Hayley,” he said, ignoring the bait as he grabbed a mug from the cupboard.

Rebekah, leaning casually against the counter, took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m more curious about Y/n. I mean, she looked like she was about to burst into flames when she walked past us last night. Almost as if she were... trying to hide something. What did you two do to her?”

Elijah, ever composed, simply smiled as he poured himself a cup. “Nothing more than what a pleasant dinner should offer. We were the very picture of decorum.”

Klaus chuckled under his breath. “Mostly.”

Hayley, never one to let an opportunity pass, smirked. “You’re telling me my sister spent the entire night with you two and didn’t strangle either of you? That’s impressive.”

Rebekah added with a wicked grin, “Or perhaps a little too impressive. You didn’t compel her to tolerate you, did you?”

Klaus shot Rebekah a dry look. “Please. I don’t need compulsion to be tolerated.” He took a sip of his coffee and leaned casually against the counter. “She enjoys our company. She just refuses to admit it.”

Rebekah laughed. “Oh, I’m sure she’s absolutely thrilled every time you show up.”

Elijah smiled slightly, unruffled as always. “Y/n has a sense of humor. She knows how to play along.”

Hayley snorted. “Oh, is that what you call it? Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like you two are enjoying the chase a little too much.”

Rebekah tilted her head toward Hayley, her smile devious. “I’m sure it’s more than just ‘enjoying.’ Honestly, it’s adorable how much time they’ve spent trying to win her over. You’d think they were schoolboys with a crush.”

Klaus shot his sister a warning look, but his smirk betrayed him. “Careful, sister. If you’re not nice, you might find yourself spending more time with Y/n than you'd like.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind,” Rebekah teased. “In fact, I think I might help her avoid you two next time. Someone’s got to protect her from your endless need to charm.”

Hayley grinned, shaking her head. “Good luck with that, Bekah. My sister seems to enjoy fighting them off just as much as they enjoy pestering her.”

Rebekah took another sip of her coffee, a gleam in her eye. “Well, one of these days, they might actually manage to wear her down.”

Klaus chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’ve got time.”

Elijah smiled slightly, his tone mild. “Persistence is key, after all.”

Hayley rolled her eyes, though there was amusement in her voice. “Just don’t let her catch wind of this conversation, or you two will be in even deeper trouble than you already are.”

Rebekah grinned wickedly. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. The wrath of Y/n is always entertaining.”

Klaus raised his mug in mock salute. “Here’s to the challenge, then.”

Elijah nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Indeed. It keeps things interesting.”

Rebekah and Hayley exchanged glances, laughing softly. “Interesting, sure,” Hayley said with a grin. “Just try not to end up on her bad side... again.”

Later that afternoon, you were sprawled across the couch, enjoying a moment of peace after the eventful night before. Your phone buzzed with a text from Klaus, asking you to meet him and Elijah downstairs. You sighed, already suspecting what was coming. As you made your way down to the living room, Klaus and Elijah were lounging around, clearly waiting for you.

Klaus greeted you with a sly smile, his voice dripping with charm. "There she is, the woman of the hour. How about we take you out again tonight, love? Somewhere even more enjoyable than last night."

Elijah, ever the gentleman, added with his trademark calm smile, "It would be our pleasure to show you an even better time than before."

You stopped in your tracks, eyeing the two with suspicion. “Absolutely not,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “I barely survived last night with you two.”

Klaus's smirk widened, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Oh, come now, love. You know you enjoyed it.”

Elijah gave you a gentle, teasing look. “We wouldn’t ask if we thought you didn’t want to come.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “I didn’t want to come last night, and I don’t want to come tonight.”

Klaus stepped forward, still smirking, as if he hadn’t heard a word. “You can’t deny it, love. You had a great time. Why not make it two nights in a row?”

Elijah, ever the picture of grace, leaned in slightly. “Consider it a... follow-up. To ensure your enjoyment was not a one-time occurrence.”

You exhaled, exasperated, yet you couldn’t help but smile. “You two are impossible. No means no.”

Klaus chuckled, clearly unfazed. “Ah, but you didn’t say it with conviction, love. I think there’s a part of you that’s curious.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying to maintain your resolve, though a small part of you did find their persistence amusing. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not falling for this again.”

Elijah's lips twitched in a barely concealed smile. “I must say, Y/n, your resistance is admirable. But I suspect, deep down, you're tempted.”

Klaus tilted his head, his gaze steady on you. “You can keep pretending, love, but we both know you’ll say yes eventually. Might as well make it easy on yourself.”

You raised a hand, trying to hold back a laugh. “No wondering hands, no plotting, no mind games.”

Klaus’s grin widened into a full smirk. “Deal.”

Elijah inclined his head, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Agreed. We’ll be on our best behavior.”

You shook your head, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. But the second any of you step out of line, I’m leaving.”

Klaus’s eyes gleamed with victory. “Understood, love. We’ll be on our best behavior... for now.”

Elijah nodded, his smile warm and teasing at the same time. “We wouldn’t dare risk scaring you off.”

You looked between them, knowing full well they’d find a way to push your buttons, but despite yourself, you were already looking forward to the chaos they’d undoubtedly bring. “You two are going to regret this.”

Klaus leaned in with a wink. “We regret nothing.”

Just as you, and the boys were heading toward the door, ready to embark on their so-called "no-plotting, no-wondering -hands" outing, Hayley and Rebekah appeared in the doorway, side by side, looking far too amused for your liking.

“Well, well,” Hayley said, crossing her arms with a smirk, her gaze bouncing between you and the boys. “Isn’t this cozy? Another night out with the boys, Y/n? Didn't you say you weren't going to let them drag you out again?”

You felt a flash of irritation, but you kept your expression neutral. “I wasn’t dragged anywhere. I'm only going to make sure they don’t get into trouble.”

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Right. Because that's always how it goes when you’re around Klaus and Elijah. Purely supervision.” She winked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You shot her a pointed glare. “Someone has to keep an eye on them.”

Klaus chuckled, stepping closer to your side. “She’s right. Without her, we’d be absolutely lost.”

Hayley snorted, clearly unconvinced. “Lost, huh? Funny, because from what I saw last night, it looked like Y/n was the one in over her head.”

Elijah smiled calmly, his voice smooth as ever. “Now, Hayley, Y/n was perfectly in control. We were the ones being kept in check.”

Rebekah grinned wickedly, eyeing you up and down. “Are you sure you're not the one being dragged into their little games, Y/n? I mean, it seems like you’re making a habit of hanging out with these two.”

You crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. And for the record, I’m just being nice. Somebody has to.”

Klaus leaned closer to you with a teasing smile. “Of course, love. You’re just being nice.” He glanced at Rebekah and Hayley. “She absolutely can’t resist us.”

You glared up at Klaus, then turned back to your sister and Rebekah. “I’m not going with them,” you declared firmly. “I told you, I’m meeting up with friends tonight.”

Hayley raised an eyebrow, looking far too entertained. “Friends, huh? Funny, because I’m pretty sure Klaus and Elijah count as anything but 'just friends.'"

Rebekah laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, sweetie, don’t try to lie to us. We know you far too well for that.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Believe what you want. I’m still not going with them.”

Hayley smirked knowingly, clearly seeing through her sister’s act. “Right. Because it’s just a coincidence you’re standing at the door with them, all ready to go.”

Klaus chuckled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “She’s a terrible liar, isn’t she?”

Elijah simply smiled, his tone gentle but teasing. “It’s one of her many endearing qualities.”

You shot them both a look, trying to keep your composure. “I don’t need to explain myself to you two,” you muttered, pushing past them toward the door.

Rebekah grinned wickedly as she called after you. “Enjoy your ‘friends,’ Y/n!”

You didn’t bother turning around, waving dismissively over your houlder. “I will.”

As the door closed behind them, Klaus couldn’t help but murmur with a smirk, “Love, you’re such a liar again.”

You smiled to yourself but kept walking. “Who cares? Besides, remember that I still don’t like you guys.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged a glance, both of them wearing knowing smiles as they followed you into the night. They might not have had the full truth, but they both knew one thing: you were far from done with them.

The night had progressed with its usual banter, drinks shared, and casual teasing between you and the boys. The three of you sat in a quiet corner of a bar, you were nursing a cocktail while Klaus and Elijah exchanged amused glances. The mood was light and comfortable, with a teasing undercurrent that always seemed to hang between them and you.

After a moment of silence, Klaus broke it with a smirk. “So, love, we’ve been thinking.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and Elijah. “Should I be worried?”

Elijah smiled gently, leaning in. “Not at all. But we do have a... proposition.”

You sighed, already sensing the mischief behind their words. “Oh, great. Another proposition. What is it this time?”

Klaus chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “How would you feel about making this little... arrangement of ours more official?”

You blinked, looking from Klaus to Elijah in surprise. “Wait, are you two actually asking me to be your... girlfriend?”

Elijah’s expression remained calm, but there was a teasing warmth in his gaze. “Well, we were hoping for a more romantic way of putting it, but yes, essentially.”

Klaus leaned closer, his voice smooth and teasing. “After all, love, it’s not like we haven’t been acting like we’re already together.”

You stared at them, your mind racing, but then you huffed, crossing your arms. “You two are unbelievable.”

Klaus smirked, clearly enjoying this. “Is that a yes, then?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, playing hard to get. “Oh, no. You don’t get off that easy. You think I’m just going to say yes and let you two smug bastards waltz around like you won or something?”

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his expression mildly amused. “We don’t need to ‘waltz around’ anything. The answer’s already in your eyes.”

Klaus chuckled. “Come on,love. admit it. You’ve had a good time with us, and you know it.”

You try to keep up your resistant front, though a smile was starting to tug at the corners of your lips. “You two are the absolute worst.”

Elijah smiled serenely. “And yet you keep coming back.”

You sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it for a moment before finally rolling your eyes. “Fine. Fine. I’ll be your girlfriend. But—" you pointed at both of them, your expression is serious despite the amusement flickering in your eyes, “—there are rules.”

Klaus tilted his head, intrigued. “Oh? What rules might those be?”

You leaned back, crossing your arms. “When we’re around my sister or Rebekah, we hate each other. Got it?”

Elijah raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Hate each other?”

You nodded firmly. “Exactly. We despise each other. I don’t need them getting in my business more than they already do.”

Klaus chuckled softly, leaning forward. “So we’re playing pretend now? Must we act like complete enemies?”

You shot him a glare. “Yes. When they’re around, we argue, we fight, we throw insults at each other. Otherwise, they’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Elijah gave a small smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very well. If that’s what you wish.”

Klaus shook his head, clearly entertained. “This will be fun. But you do realize, love, that your sister’s going to see right through this little act of yours.”

You scoffed. “She doesn’t need to know anything. As long as you two stick to the plan, we’re golden.”

Klaus gave you a teasing smile. “Fine. We’ll hate each other, if that’s what makes you happy.”

Elijah nodded, his tone calm and diplomatic as usual. “Agreed. We’ll play along, though I doubt it’ll last long.”

You finally smiled, satisfied with the agreement. “Good. Because if you two mess this up, I’ll make your lives miserable.”

Klaus smirked, clearly unbothered by your threat. “Love, you already make our lives more interesting. What’s a little more chaos?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all. “Just remember, publicly, we hate each other.”

Elijah gave you a knowing look. “As you wish, Y/n. As you wish.”

As the three of you approached the mansion, you caught sight of Rebekah standing outside, her arms crossed as she leaned casually against the doorframe. Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately dropped Klaus and Elijah’s hands like they were burning hot coals.

“Don’t touch me,” you hissed under your breath, stepping away from the two brothers as they exchanged amused glances. You cleared your throat, straightening your posture and plastering an annoyed expression on your face.

Klaus smirked, clearly enjoying your shift in demeanor. “Ah, the game begins,” he whispered slowly, his voice laced with humor.

Elijah, ever the gentleman, kept his calm composure, though a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “Remember, Y/n, we must hate each other now,” he murmured, his tone barely concealing his amusement.

You rolled your eyes, stepping further away from them as they neared Rebekah. “Don’t remind me.”

Rebekah’s eyes lit up the second she spotted them. Her smirk grew wide, and you could already see the teasing comment forming on her lips.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to come home together,” Rebekah drawled, pushing off the doorframe and eyeing them with thinly veiled amusement. “Had a nice time, did we?”

You quickly threw on your best scowl, folding your arms across your chest and glaring at Klaus and Elijah. “Not particularly,” you snapped. “These two were as unbearable as usual.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Unbearable? My love Y/n, you were practically hanging off us all night.”

You shot him a death glare. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mikaelson. The only reason I was even there was to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.”

Elijah, ever calm and composed, chimed in with a faint smile. “She was quite insistent on keeping us out of trouble. Very responsible of her, don’t you think?”

You gave him a side-eye, but before you could retort, Rebekah let out a snort of laughter.

“Oh, please. The three of you can barely stay apart for more than an hour, and now you want me to believe you hate each other? Nice try.” She gave you a knowing look, her smirk widening. “You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart anymore.”

Your eyes widened slightly in panic, but you quickly recovered, glaring at Rebekah. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. These two are impossible to deal with. I’m just stuck cleaning up their messes.”

Klaus, enjoying the act far too much, leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Cleaning up after us?”

Your glare intensified. “Don’t push me, hybrid.”

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Right. And you just happened to be out together, holding hands all night because... what? You felt like tormenting each other?”

You sputtered for a moment, trying to think of a convincing excuse. “I— We weren’t holding hands! That’s ridiculous!”

Klaus chuckled softly, leaning toward Rebekah. “She’s lying, of course. But it’s adorable that she thinks she can fool you.”

You shot him a furious look, then turned to Rebekah. “Don’t listen to him. He’s full of it, as usual.”

Rebekah laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, Y/n, you’re terrible at this. But I appreciate the effort.”

You huffed, crossing your arms tightly and stomping toward the front door. “Whatever. Believe what you want.”

Elijah shared a quick glance with Klaus, both of them clearly enjoying Your flustered state.

Klaus called after you, his voice full of amusement. “We’ll see you inside, love.”

You didn’t bother turning around, but you muttered under your breath, “I hate you guys.”

As Klaus and Elijah finished dressing, the atmosphere in your room was still charged with the aftermath of your passionate encounter. You were, trying to regain your composure, quickly moved to open the door, your eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of unwelcome guests.

"Alright, you two, time to go," you said firmly, your tone brooking no argument. You glanced at both of them with a mix of satisfaction and urgency. "We don’t want Rebekah or Hayley catching you here."

Klaus, with a lingering smirk, adjusted his jacket and nodded. “As you wish, love. Always a pleasure.”

Elijah, ever the gentleman, straightened his suit and offered you a reassuring smile. “We’ll be going. But remember, Y/n, our arrangement is far from over.”

You shot him a pointed look. “Just go before someone sees you guys.”

As they made their way out, the door swung open slightly, and they nearly collided with Hayley, who had been casually walking down the hallway. Her eyes widened with a mischievous glint, and she smirked at the two men.

“Well, well,” Hayley drawled, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look. “What do we have here?”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged a brief, amused glance before Klaus stepped forward with a charming smile. “Hayley. Just the person we needed to see.”

Elijah nodded politely, his expression calm but his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Hayley.”

Hayley raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting back and forth between them and the partially open door of your room. “I see. Looks like you two had a... busy night.”

Klaus, always quick on his feet, feigned innocence. “Busy? Hardly. We were simply saying our goodbyes.”

Elijah joined in the act, maintaining his calm demeanor. “Indeed. We were just leaving.”

Hayley’s smirk grew wider as she stepped closer, her eyes flicking toward your door. “I didn’t realize you two were so... close with Y/n.”

Klaus chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, we’re very close. But not too close, I assure you.”

Elijah, looking unruffled, added smoothly, “We’re just very... attentive friends.”

You appeared at the door, your face flushed and your hair slightly disheveled. You threw a quick, irritated glance at Klaus and Elijah. “Are you guys done? I’m trying to keep things private here.”

Hayley’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned her attention to you. “Looks like you’re having quite a bit of fun.”

You tried to maintain your composure, though you were clearly flustered. “It’s none of your business, Hayley.”

Klaus gave you a teasing look, then turned to Hayley. “Well, Hayley, it was lovely seeing you. We’ll be off now.”

Elijah nodded in agreement. “Take care, Hayley.”

With that, the two men made their hasty exit, leaving you and your sister standing in the hallway. You sighed, rubbing your temples.

Hayley watched them go, a playful smirk on her lips. “So, are you going to tell me what’s really going on here?”

You clearly exasperated, rolled your eyes. “It’s none of your business. Just drop it, okay?”

Hayley’s grin widened as she followed you back into the room. “Oh, I’m sure it’s just the beginning. But fine, I’ll drop it, for now.”

As the door closed behind them, you leaned against it, your mind already racing with how you would manage to keep your secret from everyone. The night had definitely turned out more complicated than you had anticipated.

The living room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the television screen, casting a warm ambiance over the cozy setup. You and the boys were sprawled comfortably on the couch, indulging in a movie night. Klaus and Elijah flanked you on either side, their arms draped around you as they all snacked on popcorn and sipped wine. The atmosphere was relaxed and intimate, with you nestled snugly between the two brothers.

Just as Klaus reached for the popcorn, the door creaked open, and Hayley’s voice rang out with a teasing lilt. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

Your eyes widened in horror, and you scrambled to distance yourself from Klaus and Elijah, stumbling over the popcorn bowl in the process. “It’s not what it looks like!” You blurted out, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Rebekah sauntered into the room with an amused smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, but it sure is what it looks like. You’re cuddling with my brothers.”

Klaus, trying to regain his composure, shot a playful glare at you. “Well, love, it seems our cover’s been blown.”

Elijah sighed, giving you a knowing look. “I suppose there’s no hiding it now.”

You threw your hands up in mock exasperation. “Fine! We’re dating. You two finally got us. Happy now?”

Rebekah’s grin widened as she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. “Oh, absolutely. But don’t think you’re off the hook that easily.”

Hayley, ever the instigator, waltzed over and plopped herself down on the edge of the couch. “So, are we joining you for the movie, or...?”

You quickly stepped between Hayley and the couch, your expression a mix of irritation and amusement. “Oh, no. Not happening. This was supposed to be a private night.”

Klaus and Elijah nodded in agreement, their expressions equally firm but with a hint of playfulness. “We’d appreciate it if you two would give us some privacy,” Elijah said smoothly.

Hayley raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Are you sure you want to be alone? It looks like you’re already quite comfortable.”

Klaus chuckled, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulled you closer. “As much as we love the company, we’d prefer if you left us to our movie night.”

Rebekah, with her usual mischief, stepped forward. “Oh, come on. It’s not every day I get to tease you three. Why not let us stay?”

You shook your head, trying to hold back a laugh. “No way. You’re not turning our movie night into a circus.”

Hayley and Rebekah exchanged knowing glances before reluctantly standing up. “Alright, alright,” Hayley said with a smirk. “We’ll leave you to your private cuddle fest.”

Rebekah gave you a playful wink. “Don’t think this is over. We’ll be watching.

As Hayley and Rebekah headed toward the door, Klaus and Elijah quickly resumed their positions on the couch, pulling you back into their embrace.

Once the door closed behind the sisters, you let out a relieved sigh, leaning into Klaus and Elijah. “Finally, some peace and quiet.”

Klaus smirked, his arm wrapped around you. “Indeed. Though, I must say, having them walk in was quite the unexpected twist.”

Elijah nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “At least we can enjoy our movie now, without any more interruptions.”

You smiled up at you, your cheeks still flushed but your eyes twinkled with happiness. “Definitely. Just us, the popcorn, and the wine.”

Klaus chuckled softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Perfect.”

As the movie continued, the room was filled with the soft sounds of laughter and the occasional clink of wine glasses, the earlier embarrassment giving way to a cozy, intimate evening.

As the movie played on, you snuggled comfortably between Klaus and Elijah, but your earlier embarrassment had turned into playful banter. You glanced at Klaus and Elijah, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You know,” you said with a teasing tone, “if you two had been a bit more careful, we wouldn’t have been caught.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Caught? We weren’t exactly hiding, love. It’s not our fault if you’re so irresistible that we can’t keep our hands off you.”

Elijah, his voice smooth and calm, added, “Indeed. It seems we were simply too engrossed in our private moment to notice the door wasn’t fully closed.”

You rolled your eyes, your smile widening as you shook your head. “Oh, so now it’s my fault for being irresistible? Classic excuse.”

Klaus chuckled softly, his arm tightening around you. “Well, it’s certainly a convenient one.”

Elijah leaned in, his tone teasing. “And you did look quite comfortable nestled between us. It was hard to resist.”

You playfully nudged him with your elbow. “If you two had been a little more discreet, maybe I wouldn’t have had to explain our situation to Rebekah and Hayley.”

Klaus grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ah, but where’s the fun in being discreet?”

Elijah smiled, his gaze warm as he looked at you. “Indeed. Sometimes, a little chaos adds to the enjoyment.”

You laughed, leaning back into their embrace. “Well, thanks to your lack of caution, I had to deal with Rebekah and Hayley’s teasing. So, consider yourselves warned. Next time, I expect you both to be more careful.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged amused glances before settling back into their cozy positions. “We’ll take that under advisement,” Klaus said with a grin.

Elijah nodded, adding, “But for now, let’s just enjoy the movie.”

As the film played on, you nestled comfortably between them, the earlier embarrassment now a source of playful banter. The room was filled with soft laughter, the warmth of their shared closeness, and the cozy ambiance of their private movie night.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains as you and your sister prepared for the pack meeting. You were dressed in your casual but stylish outfit, gathering your things when Klaus and Elijah strolled into the room, their expressions a mix of reluctance and concern.

“Do you really have to go?” Klaus asked, his tone almost pleading as he reached out to tug on your sleeve.

Elijah, standing beside Klaus, added with a dramatic sigh, “Yes, must you leave so early? Can’t the meeting wait?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head at their playful theatrics. “Oh, come on. It’s just a pack meeting. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Klaus pouted slightly, crossing his arms. “But we were just getting used to having you all to ourselves.”

Elijah gave you a mock hurt look. “Yes, and we were rather enjoying the peace and quiet of our private time”

You couldn’t help but smile at their exaggerated displays. You stepped closer to them, placing a hand on each of their chests. “You know, I’m going to miss you two too.”

Klaus and Elijah’s expressions softened, though their playful disappointment remained. “Promise you’ll hurry back?” Klaus asked, his voice almost a whisper.

You nodded, your eyes twinkling with affection. “I promise. But before I go, I think you both need a little reminder of how much I care.”

Without missing a beat, you leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on Klaus’s lips, then turned to Elijah and did the same. The kiss was sweet and tender, filled with the warmth of her affection and the promise of your return.

Klaus and Elijah, momentarily stunned, blinked up at you with wide eyes, their playful frowns melting into genuine smiles. “Well,” Klaus said, his voice a low purr as he pulled her into a gentle embrace, “love. with that kiss of yours. we can let you go.”

Elijah, his gaze soft and filled with admiration, nodded in agreement. “Indeed. We’ll eagerly await your return.”

You chuckled, giving them one last squeeze before stepping back. “I’ll see you both soon. And remember, behave yourselves while I’m gone.”

As you and Hayley headed out the door, Klaus and Elijah watched you and your sister go, their smiles lingering as they exchanged a knowing look. The dramatic farewell had been just what they needed to remind them of the bond they shared, and they couldn’t wait for your return.

The room was buzzing with the low hum of conversations as the werewolves gathered for the pack meeting. You and Hayley sat together at one end of the room, chatting quietly about the latest pack developments. Your conversation was interrupted as Alexander, one of the werewolves, stepped up to the front, signaling that the meeting was about to begin.

As the room fell silent, Alexander cleared his throat and began to speak. “Thank you all for coming. We have a very important announcement to make.”

You and Hayley exchanged a curious glance, your conversation fading as they focused on Alexander. One of the werewolves continued, “We are pleased to announce that there will be a wedding between Jackson Kenner and Y/n Marshall.”

A collective murmur swept through the room, but your attention was solely on Hayley. Your eyes widened in shock, and you turned back to Alexander. “Wait, what? I can’t do that. I’m currently in a relationship.”

Alexander's expression remained stern. “This is a matter of great importance for the pack. It has been decided that this marriage is essential for maintaining our alliance and ensuring the stability of our community.”

Your heart raced, and you turned to your sister for support. Hayley stood up, her face a mixture of frustration and determination. “This isn’t right. Y/n is already in a relationship. You can’t just force her into this.”

Alexander's gaze was unyielding. “The decision has bee made. Y/n must end her current relationship and prepare for the wedding.”

Your frustration grew, your voice rising in protest. “This is insane! I can’t just break up with them because of some pack’s alliance. There has to be another way.”

Hayley stepped forward, trying to argue, but Alexander held up a hand to silence her. “This is not up for discussion. Y/n must comply with the decision.”

Your eyes were filled with a mix of anger and despair. “So that’s it? I just have to accept this?”

Alexander nodded firmly. “You have until the end of the week to end your current relationship and make arrangements for the wedding.”

Hayley looked at you, her expression one of sympathy and frustration. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. We’ll figure out a way to make this right.”

As the meeting continued, you sat in stunned silence, your thoughts racing as you tried to process the sudden turn of events. The prospect of having to break up with them and marry Jackson Kenner was overwhelming, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

That night, the atmosphere was tense as Elijah and Klaus noticed your demeanor had shifted significantly. The warmth and cheerfulness they were used to had been replaced by a more subdued and troubled air.

They found you in the living room, sitting alone with a distant look in your eyes. Klaus approached first, his voice gentle but filled with concern. “Love, you seem off tonight. Is everything alright?”

You forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m fine. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

Elijah, not convinced by your reassurances, took a seat next to her. “You know you can talk to us about anything. We’ve noticed something’s bothering you.”

You glanced at them, your resolve wavering for a moment before you shook your head. “Really, it’s nothing. Just some stuff from the meeting earlier.”

Klaus and Elijah exchanged a worried look before deciding to speak to Hayley, hoping she might shed some light on the situation. They found her in the kitchen, busy with a late-night snack.

“Hayley,” Klaus began, his tone serious, “we’re concerned about Y/n. She’s been acting strange since the meeting. Is everything alright?”

Hayley looked up from what she was doing, her expression thoughtful. “I can’t tell you anything, Y/n is the one who needs to talk to you. It’s not my place to reveal what’s going on.”

Elijah, trying to understand, pressed further. “But she seems really distressed. Is there something we should know?”

Hayley sighed, her eyes showing a mix of frustration and empathy. “She’s dealing with a lot right now. The announcement from the meeting, it’s a huge deal for her. She needs to come to terms with it in her own way.”

Klaus nodded slowly, a frown deepening on his face. “Alright, we’ll give her space. But if there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know.”

Hayley gave them a small, sympathetic smile. “Just be patient. It’s a lot for her to process.”

As Klaus and Elijah returned to the living room, they found you lost in your thoughts. They could see the strain on your face, and despite your attempts to mask it, it was clear that the weight of the situation was heavy on you.

Klaus sat beside you, his tone soft but filled with care. “We’re here for you, Y/n. Whenever you’re ready to talk, we’ll listen.”

Elijah nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with understanding. “Just know that you’re not alone in this. We want to support you however we can.”

You looked at them, your heart aching with the burden of the forced decision you faced. Though you were still reluctant to fully open up, the comfort of their presence provided a small solace in the midst of your turmoil.

On a quiet Sunday night, the moon hung low over the horizon, casting long shadows across the Mikaelson estate. You sat nervously in the grand drawing room, your heart heavy with the weight of the conversation you were about to initiate. Klaus and Elijah, both unaware of the storm brewing in your mind, lounged casually nearby.

“Klaus, Elijah,” you began, your voice trembling slightly as you fought to maintain composure. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Klaus looked up from his book, his usual confident demeanor slipping into concern. “What’s wrong, love?”

Elijah, sensing the seriousness in your tone, straightened. “Is everything alright?”

Taking a deep breath, you continued, your eyes meeting theirs with a mix of sadness and resolve. “The pack… they’ve been pressuring me. They want me to marry Jackson.”

The room fell silent. Klaus’s eyes widened in disbelief, his face a portrait of anguish. “What? But why?”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet the pain you saw reflected in their eyes. “It’s complicated. The pack’s tradition is binding, and they believe it’s necessary for maintaining peace. I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Elijah’s expression softened, though his heartache was evident. “But what about us? What about everything we’ve shared? Surely they must understand—”

“I tried to explain,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “But they’re adamant. They want to solidify their alliance with the Crescent Pack through this marriage. It’s not just about me; it’s about politics and power.”

Klaus stood abruptly, his face a mix of fury and despair. “So, you’re leaving us. You’re choosing Jackson over us.”

“No,” you cried out, tears spilling down your cheeks. “It’s not about choosing. It’s about having no choice at all. I love you both, but they’re forcing me into this. I can’t defy them without risking everything.”

Elijah reached out, his hand gently touching your arm, but his eyes were filled with sorrow. “Is there truly no way to avoid this? Is there nothing we can do to fight this?”

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. “I’ve tried everything. The pack’s decision is final. I have to go through with this.”

Klaus’s anger and heartbreak were palpable. “You should have told us sooner. We could have done something. We could have fought for you.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you guys,” you admitted, your voice breaking with the weight of your regret. “I was afraid of how you’d react. And now, I’m losing you both.”

Elijah and Klaus exchanged a heavy glance, the weight of their shared loss settling between them. Klaus looked back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and resignation. “So, this is it? We’re really done?”

You nodded, your heart aching with the finality of your words. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But I have to go. I hope you guys understand.”

With a heavy heart, Klaus and Elijah stood, their faces reflecting the profound sadness of the moment. They turned away, unable to bear the pain of seeing your tears, and walked towards the door. Each step they took felt like a part of their hearts breaking, the love they had shared now a distant, painful memory.

You watched them go, your own heart shattered into pieces. The echoes of their footsteps faded into the night, leaving you alone with the weight of a decision you never wanted to make and the loss of a love you could never truly let go of.

As the door closed behind them, you sank into a nearby armchair, your emotions spilling over in quiet sobs. The weight of your choice pressed down on you like a physical force. You barely noticed when Hayley entered the room, drawn by the sound of your anguish.

Hayley rushed to you, her own heart breaking at the sight of your tears. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace. “Oh, Y/N,” Hayley whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”

You clung to Hayley, the support from your sister a small comfort amidst the overwhelming grief. Your voice was muffled against Hayley’s shoulder as you spoke, your words heavy with sorrow. “I’ve lost them, Hayley. I’ve lost the men that I only loved.”

Hayley tightened your hold, her own tears streaming down her face. “You didn’t want this. You didn’t have a choice.”

“I know,” you said, your voice breaking. “But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. I didn’t just break their hearts today. I broke mine too. I’ve broken three hearts.”

Hayley pulled back slightly, her gaze searching your tear-streaked face. “They’re hurting, but you’re hurting too. You loved them, and they loved you. This isn’t just about what’s happened; it’s about what could have been.”

“I keep thinking about the moments we shared,” you said, your voice trembling. “The laughter, the tenderness, the promises we made. And now, it’s all gone. I had to choose between them and my duty, and I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself in the process.”

Hayley wiped at her own tears, her heart aching for you. “You did what you had to do. You were caught between a rock and a hard place. They’ll understand, eventually. But right now, it’s okay to grieve. It’s okay to feel like you’ve lost everything.”

You nodded, your sobs becoming quieter as you leaned into your sister’s embrace. “I wish I could turn back time. I wish I could find a way to make things right, but I know that’s impossible.”

“I know,” Hayley said softly, her voice filled with empathy. “But you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and we’ll get through this together. It’s going to take time, but you’ll find a way to heal.”

As the two sisters sat together in the dimly lit room, the enormity of your loss seemed almost palpable.the love you had shared with Klaus and Elijah was now a bittersweet memory, and the future seemed uncertain. Yet, amidst the sadness, there was a small flicker of hope in the support of family, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there could be solace in the connections that remained.

The day of the engagement party arrived, casting a bittersweet aura over the event. The venue was adorned with elegant decorations, a mix of white and gold, creating a festive atmosphere that belied the underlying tension. The guests, including many pack members and important figures, mingled and chatted, their conversations a backdrop to the day’s main event.

You arrived with a forced smile, your heart heavy as you tried to appear composed. Jackson Kenner, ever the picture of confidence, stood by your side, ready to take the next step in the arranged union. As Jackson and you moved through the crowd, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being an actor in a play you never wanted to be part of.

The moment came when Jackson, with a reassuring hand on your  back, gathered everyone’s attention. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned toward the couple. Jackson’s gaze was steady as he began to speak, his voice carrying over the hush of the crowd.

“Thank you all for coming to celebrate this special occasion,” Jackson began, his tone warm and inclusive. “Today, I have the honor of asking Y/n to be my wife, officially.”

You forced a smile as you looked at Jackson, but your thoughts were far from the joy of the moment. You could feel the weight of the promise you had made, and the memory of Klaus and Elijah’s hurt expressions from the night before seemed to hover around you.

Jackson took a deep breath and reached into his pocket, pulling out a stunning engagement ring. The jewel sparkled under the soft lighting, catching the eyes of everyone in the room. He turned to you, his expression earnest.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice gentle yet filled with hope, “will you marry me?”

As he extended the ring toward you, your heart ached with the knowledge of what this moment truly meant. You hesitated for a brief second, your eyes meeting Jackson’s. Despite the sadness that lingered in your heart, you took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yes,” you said, your voice soft but resolute. “I will.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers as Jackson slipped the ring onto your finger. You tried to focus on the happiness of the guests, but the emptiness of the moment made it difficult to feel genuine joy. You managed a polite smile as Jackson hugged you, his arms warm and reassuring.

As the party continued, you found herself caught in a swirl of congratulations and small talk. The evening wore on, and while she made an effort to mingle and partake in the celebrations, your thoughts often drifted to the faces of Klaus and Elijah, the pain of their absence a constant undercurrent to the evening’s festivities.

In the midst of the celebration, the engagement ring on your finger was a constant, glittering reminder of the choices  you had been forced to make, and the heartbreak that had accompanied them. As you looked around at the smiling faces and the joy of the occasion, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the night, while full of celebration, was also steeped in a profound sense of loss.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror, your reflection revealing the intricate lace of your wedding gown, the weight of the world heavy on your shoulders. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, dressed up like a bride for a man she didn’t love, not in the way you loved Klaus and Elijah. Your heart ached, and your stomach churned with each passing second. This wasn’t how your life was supposed to go. 

A soft knock on the door made you jump. You turned and saw Hayley standing in the doorway, her expression somber. “You ready?” Hayley asked, though you both knew the answer. 

You gave her a weak smile. “How do I look?” 

Hayley sighed, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. "I wish there was another way."

"I know," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. "But this is what has to be done for the wolves. For our people."

"Y/n, you don’t have to marry Jackson just for them," Hayley said softly. "It shouldn’t be your burden to carry."

You turned back to the mirror, your eyes stinging as tears threatened to fall. "It’s not just about the wolves, Hayley. If I don’t do this... things will fall apart. Peace will crumble, and the war will begin again. I’m doing this for everyone."

Hayley stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. "But what about you? What about what you want? What about Klaus and Elijah?"

Your heart squeezed painfully at their names. "They know why I’m doing this. They understand." But your voice wavered, and deep down, you knew that wasn’t entirely true.

The ceremony was simple, but the weight of its significance was suffocating. Klaus and Elijah stood at the back, watching silently as you walked down the aisle. You looked beautiful, radiant, even, but the sadness in your eyes was unmistakable. You caught Klaus’s gaze for a fleeting moment, and his jaw clenched. He was trying to hide his emotions, but you knew him too well.

Elijah stood beside Klaus, his expression a mask of calm, but there was a storm brewing beneath the surface. He loved you too, and seeing you marry another man was like a dagger to his heart. But just like Klaus, he was forced to watch. Forced to let you go.

As you reached Jackson at the altar, you forced yourself to smile, to play the part you were supposed to.Jackson smiled back at you, blissfully unaware of the turmoil raging inside you. He took your hands, his voice warm as he whispered, “You look beautiful.”

You nodded slightly, unable to muster any words in response. Your eyes flickered back to where Klaus and Elijah stood, the pain in their eyes mirroring your own.

Later, after the ceremony, you slipped away from the celebration, needing a moment to breathe. You found yourself by the lake, the cool breeze ruffling the fabric of your dress. You hugged yourself, trying to hold yourself together as the tears finally began to fall.

"I knew I’d find you here." 

You turned at the sound of Klaus’s voice, your heart skipping a beat. He stood a few feet away, his eyes locked on yours, the tension between them palpable.

“Klaus…”

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low and thick with emotion. “Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re sorry.”

“I am sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any of this.”

“And yet, here we are,” Klaus muttered, stepping closer. “You in a wedding dress, married to someone who isn’t us.”

You took a shaky breath. “You know why I did it. It’s to protect everyone—"

 “To protect them,” Klaus interrupted, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. “But what about us? What about you?”

Elijah appeared then, his presence calming but no less heartbreaking. "Klaus, don’t." His voice was gentle but firm. "This isn’t what she wanted, but it’s what she had to do."

You  looked between them, your heart splitting in two. “I never wanted to hurt either of you. You know that.”

Elijah nodded slowly, but his eyes told a different story. “I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Klaus stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Tell me, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Was there even a moment when you thought about choosing us?”

Your breath hitched, your hands trembling as you reached up to cover his hand on your cheek. “Every moment, Klaus. Every moment, I thought about you both.”

Elijah’s voice was quiet as he spoke. “But you didn’t.”

You turned your gaze to Elijah, your heart breaking all over again. "I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t."

Klaus pulled away, his hand falling to his side. "It doesn’t matter anymore, does it? You’re married now. To him."

The pain in his voice was too much to bear, and you couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped your lips. You buried your face in your hands, your body shaking as the weight of your choice came crashing down on you.

Elijah moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We understand, Y/n. We do. But it doesn’t change how much this hurts.”

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with regret. "I’m so sorry, Elijah. I’m sorry for everything."

Klaus turned away, his voice hard as he spoke. “Sorry won’t change what’s happened. You’re his now.”

You swallowed hard, wiping your tears as you looked at both Klaus and Elijah, your heart shattering all over again. "I’ll always love you. Both of you. Nothing will ever change that."

But even as the words left your lips, you knew they weren’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough to fix the damage that had been done. And as you watched Klaus walk away, followed by Elijah’s lingering, heartbroken gaze, you realized just how much you had lost.

[fandoms--fluff]

hi! if your still doing requests could you please do rebekah and her daughter reader? literally anything haha just rebekah and her daughter❣️

Rebekah Mikaelson as your Mom

You guys would be very close, like best friends close

You could tell her everything without feeling judged, she'd always be there for you

Watching cheesy rom-coms together all snuggled up on the couch with blankets and popcorn

^kicking all your uncles out so they don't disturb you guys

You'd have a special bond with your mom

She'd spoil you rotten and no one could stop her

Would be just as lost as you if you ever needed help with homework

^that's an uncle Elijah question

"Mom! Uncle Kol won't leave me alone" You groan. You walk into the library, arms crossed. Kol is following right behind you. "I am not, I'm just asking a couple questions" He also crosses his arms.

"Last I checked, I had only one child" Rebekah puts her magazine down. "Kol, if you keep bothering my daughter, you're getting a time-out."

"What?! H-how is that- What? You-you can't do that!" Kol sputtered at being talked to like he was a child and his sister's acting as his mom.

Rebekah raised an eyebrow and gave her signature glare to her younger brother. "Fine" Kol huffs before trudging out of the room.

"Thanks, Mom" You sit next to her on the couch. You cuddle up to her and she wraps her arm around you. "Anytime, Sweetie" she kisses the top of your head.

"Are you sure Uncle Kol isn't adopted?" You look up at her from where your head rests on her chest.

"I wouldn't be shocked if he was" Rebekah smirks, making you chuckle.

"What are you two laughing about?" Klaus comes into the room and heads over to the alcohol cart. "Nothing," You both say at the same time.

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About damn time (First Meeting) Kol x Reader platonic!, Elijah Mikaelsonx Immortal reader first meeting! Klaus Mikaelson x Immortal reader first meeting!

Summary; Kol finally fulfils his promise he had made to you millennium ago before Klaus dragged him, it took some time to remember the promise he had vowed to his closest friend and now he's come to rescue you(?)

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''Brother, do you perhaps know where Kol is taking us?'' Klaus question, walking through what seemed an endless loop of an abandoned forest.

''I haven't the fanciest idea, Niklaus, perhaps you should ask him?'' Elijah shrugged, watching the cool air leave his lips. they had been on this path for what seemed hours on a torturous end.

The younger Mikaelson seemed occupied with his search, determined to find the location of wherever he was going seemingly unaware of the two brother's conversation.

It had been what felt like hours before Kol finally came to a stop, in front of a rather old and abandoned and shut down facility. Well it looked more like what Kol would would call hell.

''Kol, fancy telling us why you have brought us to what seems...an abandoned facility?'' Klaus's voice cipped in, his voice echoing throughout the facility.

''If I remember correctly her cell was....ah, here we are!'' Kol muttered to himself as the three Mikaelson's came to a stop in front of a large beaten down metal door. There was a power of sorts, it was faint but Klaus and Elijah would feel the magic and power emanating from whatever was behind these closed doors.

''She? well, isn't that just hilarious brother.''

''A woman? dear lord, Kol what have you gotten yourself into this time?''

Both brothers mused at the same time, while Kol on the other hand, seemed rather happy and slightly anxious something he had only felt around Davina.

''Quite, now brothers, you need not make so much noise..or you might upset her'' Kol shushed his brothers as he grunted, pushing open the metal beaten down doors only to be met with the sight of you.

Hanging by a thred, chained, bloodied and wholes pierced throughout your body, it was like something form a horror moive, expect it was right there, in front of all of them to see.

Kol, on the other hand seemed to be unbothered by it, and grinned, slowly walking closer and closer to the seemingly dead woman.

''Y/N! old friend! it has been far too long, I apologise for taking so long, darling.''

Y/N? Old friend?

far too long? just what the fuck was Kol going on about?

''Brother, I do not think it is a good idea to approach a dead woman—''

''Nonsense! Y/N and I go way back, she would do no harm to me!'' Kol cut Elijah off again, coming to a stop in front of you, slowly kneeling down beside you.

And tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you managed to open your eyes.

''There's those deadly eyes I've missed so much.'' You couldn't help but attempt to groan and roll your eyes at him but all you could give him was a weak nod.

''Oh, you poor thing...I am truly sorry for not coming sooner darling..'' He mumbled, almost to himself if it weren't for how close he was to you. The sound of tust and steel clashed against each other was heard as Kol managed to free you of the chains that had binded you to this hell whole.

Grunts and groan were heard as Kol threw that last steel pole to a near by corner and swiftly catching you before you could meet the cold ground.

''You must have a death sentence, old friend, have I not told you of my disdain of man-kind...why have you brought two?'' You croaked out eyeing the two men that stood quietly, as your body began to heal on its own almost until it was like all the wholes, deep wounds, scars and marks had had vanished as if they weren't there to begin with.

Elijah and Klaus shared a knowing look, to say they were astonished at how fast you could heal was an understatement, you looked like an ordinary person. Yet the magic that coursed through your veins a spoke other words.

''Ah, is that so? and who might you be, love?'' Klaus asked, approaching the two, grinning at the sight of your disdain plastered on your face. ''Niklaus, I suggest you not angry the girl any feather, you don't know what she is capable of''

Klaus simply shrugged off Elijah's concerns instead, focusing on the anger girl.

''Y/N L/N, who the hell are you?'' You spat back, all but venom in your tone of voice,

You clearly didn't like them, for clear obvious reasons. Them on the other hand seemed intrigued by the woman covered in stained blood.

''Niklaus Mikaelson, pleasure to meet you, Y/N''

''Niklause? ah,so I take it your the bastard that daggered Kol and kept in a coffin for centuries? tsk...some brother you are'' Klaus raised an eyebrow at your boldness, stopping right in front of you with a wicked grin.

''Now, now no need for such hostility, I simply followed at my little brothers request.''

''Hm, a shame really, there wouldn't be a need for hostility if I didn't know man-kind so well'' You retored, attempting to move only to fall into the arms of a man you didn't know yet you already hate.''Careful love, wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to hurt yourself now would we?'' Both brothers rolled their eyes at Klaus statement, of course he would flirt with you, even if the crazy idiot didn't know who he was talking to.

Before you could think of a comeback, your mind had gone blank and suddenly you were knocked out cold in his arms, all three brothers stared at you for a moment, before Kol gently scooped you out of Klaus's embrace.

carrying you braidstyle out of the abandoned facility as they made they're way out of the forest,

''Rest, old friend. You deserve it.'' Kol gentle whisper was the last thing you remembered before blacking out, into a deep and such needed sleep.

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Elijah Mikaelson////Eternal Embrace

Anonymous request: Hi!! Can you do Elijah loves Y/n Pierce but Katherine is jealous so she turns her you can choose the ending

Warnings: Emotional Trauma, Violence, Transformation,Manipulation and Jealousy, Abduction themes, and Substance use

Elijah had always been by your side. His unwavering loyalty, his gentle affection, and his fierce protectiveness were constants in your life, and over time, his presence had become as vital as the air you breathed. You saw the way he looked at you, with a softness that was rare for someone who’d endured centuries of heartbreak. The unspoken connection between you was unmistakable, and everyone around you could sense it, including your sister

Katherine’s obsession with Elijah had never wavered; she was possessive and manipulative, driven by jealousy whenever she saw the tender exchanges between you two. To her, Elijah had been the only constant, someone she believed should be hers alone. But now, his heart belonged to you, and Katherine’s envy had turned venomous.

One evening, you were alone in your room, feeling the soft evening breeze through the open window. A light knock on your door broke the silence, and you turned, expecting to see Elijah. But instead, Katherine stepped inside, her eyes dark with a mixture of rage and sorrow.

“Katherine? What are you doing here?” you asked, wary of her sudden appearance.

She smirked, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. Did you really think you could steal Elijah from me? From someone he’s known for centuries?” Her voice dripped with bitterness.

“Katherine, this isn’t about you,” you replied, your voice calm but firm. “Elijah has chosen me because he sees something in me that he doesn’t see in you.”

That struck a nerve, and Katherine’s face twisted in anger. “Something in you?” she sneered. “You’re nothing special. Just another distraction that will eventually fade.”

Before you could respond, Katherine lunged forward, too quick for you to react. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, holding you in place as she whispered, “If I can’t have him, then neither can you.”

Panic surged through you as her fangs descended, and before you could scream, Katherine bit into your neck. Pain and darkness overtook you as the life was drained from your body.

When you awoke, disoriented and weak, the first face you saw was Elijah’s. His expression was a mixture of relief and profound sorrow as he held you close. His hand cupped your cheek, and his thumb gently traced your jawline, as if grounding himself in the reality that you were still there, still with him, but no longer human.

“Elijah…” you murmured, the taste of blood thick in your mouth. “What…what happened?”

His gaze softened, though his jaw was tense. “Katherine,” he said bitterly, anger flashing in his eyes. “She did this to you, out of jealousy and spite. She thought that by turning you, she’d keep me from loving you.” He shook his head, a small, sad smile forming on his lips. “She doesn’t understand that nothing could ever change the way I feel about you.”

You felt the weight of his words sink in as the reality of your transformation settled over you. You were no longer the person you had once been, but Elijah’s love remained constant, unwavering. You reached out, placing a hand over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath your palm.

“Elijah…even like this? Even though I’m not who I was?” you asked, your voice breaking.

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “My love for you goes beyond what you are. You are still you. And I will stand by you, as I always have.”

In that moment, Katherine’s actions had done the opposite of what she’d intended. Instead of driving you apart, she had bound you to Elijah in a way that no one could break. The bond between you had been reforged, stronger and more enduring than ever.

As you struggled to come to terms with what your sister had done to you, a whirlwind of emotions surged through you, anger, confusion, sadness. The weight of what you had lost was crushing, but even in the turmoil, a part of you clung to the one person who had been your anchor: Elijah. You knew he’d find a way to help you through this, to make sense of your new reality. All you wanted was to see him, to feel his comforting presence.

But Katherine had other plans.

You barely had time to gather your strength when Katherine stormed back into the room, her face pale and frantic. “We need to go. Now,” she snapped, grabbing your wrist with an iron grip. You could see fear lurking in her eyes, something rare and unsettling.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, yanking your arm free. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Katherine’s expression hardened, and her lips twisted into a scowl. “You don’t get it, do you? Klaus is looking for me. If he finds out I’m here, he’ll kill us both. I can’t let that happen.”

“Klaus?” you repeated, the name resonating with a chill. You had heard stories about him, enough to know he was no ordinary vampire. He was one of the Original vampires, with a reputation for ruthlessness and cruelty. Yet, in that moment, none of it mattered. “Fine. Run if you want, Katherine. But I need to stay. I need to talk to Elijah.”

“No,” she hissed, her eyes blazing with anger and a hint of desperation. “You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not. I won’t let you go back to him. You’re my sister. If Klaus finds me, I need someone he cares about as leverage.”

“You can’t use me like that!” you shouted, fury building inside you. “Elijah loves me! You’re just doing this out of jealousy and spite. You had no right to turn me, and you have no right to keep me from him!”

Katherine’s face darkened, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “I did what I had to do. Your my sister, and I’m not about to let you mess everything up by running back to Elijah.”

Despite your protests, Katherine was relentless. With a vice-like grip on your wrist, she dragged you out of the room, barely giving you time to process what was happening. The world outside was a blur as she sped through dark alleys and hidden paths, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the danger she feared was closing in.

Hours passed, and the further you traveled, the heavier your heart became. You tried to hold onto the memory of Elijah’s face, the feel of his hands holding you, but it was like clutching at smoke. You ached with every step that took you farther from him, a longing building inside you that felt as insatiable as your new hunger.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Katherine slowed down and led you into an abandoned cabin, hidden deep within the woods. She shut the door and turned to you, looking worn but determined.

“We’ll be safe here for now,” she said coldly.

“Safe?” you echoed, your voice trembling with a mixture of grief and rage. “You call this safe? You’ve taken everything from me, Katherine. My humanity, my life, and now…Elijah.”

Katherine rolled her eyes, seemingly unmoved by your pain. “You don’t understand what it’s like to live with someone as relentless as Klaus chasing you. He will kill anyone who gets in his way.”

“You’ve dragged me into your mess,” you shot back, shaking with fury. “You didn’t give me a choice.”

“Oh, but you did have a choice,” Katherine sneered, her tone dripping with bitterness. “You chose to come between me and Elijah. This is the consequence.”

Your heart felt heavy, the pain of her words digging deep. Elijah had been your sanctuary, your only solace in this strange, eternal life you were now bound to, and yet you couldn’t even say goodbye. You sank into a chair, the exhaustion and grief overwhelming you.

As the days passed, you found yourself trapped in a cycle of anger and sorrow. You would close your eyes and imagine the life you could’ve had with Elijah, Katherine did her best to keep you hidden from the outside world, making sure you had no contact with anyone who could trace you back to Elijah or the life you once knew. She monitored your every move, her paranoia growing each day, and the constant tension gnawed at you. The one thing keeping you going was the hope that, somehow, Elijah would find you. You knew him,his devotion, his loyalty. He wouldn’t stop looking for you. Not until he held you in his arms again.

But even that hope was tempered with fear. What if he couldn’t find you? What if Klaus’s relentless pursuit of Katherine meant you’d be condemned to an eternity of running, of hiding, of never feeling Elijah’s touch again?

One night, as you sat alone in the dark, you whispered to the empty room, hoping somehow your words would reach him. “Elijah… if you can hear me, please… find me. I need you.”

The silence was your only response, but in the depths of your despair, you clung to that fragile hope. Because if Elijah had taught you anything, it was that love, true love, transcends everything, even the darkness of eternity.

Years passed, but for Elijah Mikaelson, the pain of losing you remained as fresh as the day you vanished. The memories of that final moment he held you haunted him, lingering in his mind like shadows that refused to fade. He had searched tirelessly, crossing continents, following every rumor, every whisper that hinted at where Katherine might have taken you. Yet every lead seemed to vanish like smoke, leaving him empty-handed and brokenhearted time and time again.

It was unlike Elijah to lose hope. He had always been a man of resilience and patience, known for his calm, measured strength. But the years without you had worn him down, leaving him a ghost of the man he once was. His usually immaculate suits were now rumpled, his eyes hollowed and dark from sleepless nights. The legendary nobleman of the Mikaelsons had become a hollow vessel, haunted by memories he couldn’t escape.

On this particular night, Elijah sat alone in a dimly lit room, a glass of aged bourbon clutched tightly in his hand. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackling of a nearby fire that bathed the space in a warm, flickering glow. Scattered across the table before him were photos he had painstakingly gathered over the years, memories of the fleeting, precious moments he had shared with you.

His fingers trembled as he picked up one of the pictures, a candid snapshot of you laughing, your eyes sparkling with joy as you looked at him. He could almost hear your laughter, feel the warmth of your hand in his, and for a brief second, he let himself imagine you were still by his side, that the empty space beside him hadn’t swallowed you up.

But reality crashed down once more, and a tear slipped down his face, trailing across his sharp features as he gazed at the image in his hand. “I should have protected you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I should have kept you safe.”

He raised the glass to his lips, taking a long, desperate sip, hoping to drown out the ache in his chest. But the alcohol only dulled the edges of his grief, never fully erasing the hollowness that had settled in him. His family had tried to help him move on, but nothing seemed to fill the void you had left behind. Even Klaus, the brother who had rarely shown sympathy, had tried to pull him from the darkness more than once.

“Elijah, you can’t go on like this,” Klaus had said, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. “You’re my brother. You have a family who needs you. Drinking yourself into oblivion won’t bring her back.”

But Elijah couldn’t bring himself to listen. He couldn’t bear the thought of letting go, of moving on, as if doing so would mean he had truly lost you forever. How could he ever let go of the one person who had made him feel whole? How could he betray the love that had given him reason to believe in something beyond his centuries of blood and darkness?

He put the picture down and closed his eyes, resting his head in his hands as memories flooded his mind. He remembered how your face would light up when he entered the room, how you’d laugh at his dry humor, the way you’d trace patterns on his hand as if memorizing every detail of him. You had once told him he made you feel safe, that in his arms you felt like nothing could ever hurt you.

A fresh wave of guilt washed over him, and he choked back a sob. “I failed you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I should have been there…I should have saved you.”

Elijah had never allowed himself to cry openly. He’d been the steady one, the pillar that held his family together, the one who embodied strength and composure. But in the solitude of this room, with only memories to keep him company, he let the tears fall freely, each one carrying the weight of his love and regret.

He had tried everything to track you down, even going as far as to enlist the help of witches and seers. But every spell, every vision only led him to dead ends or painful reminders of what he had lost. He had poured centuries of knowledge and resources into his search, but it seemed as if Katherine had hidden you so well that not even he, Elijah Mikaelson, could find you. It was as if she had erased you from existence, leaving only a trail of heartache behind.

As he stared at the photos, he wondered if perhaps Katherine’s jealousy had driven her to keep you hidden out of sheer spite. She had always been possessive, manipulative, and cunning, willing to hurt anyone if it meant getting what she wanted. The thought that you were still out there, trapped in her cruel games, tore at him with an anguish he couldn’t bear.

In his darkest moments, he allowed himself to dream that you were somehow safe, living a life that brought you some semblance of happiness, even if it wasn’t with him. But the selfish part of him clung to the hope that he might one day hold you again, that he might press his lips to your forehead and promise you that he’d never let you go again.

Another tear fell, and he took a shaky breath, whispering your name like a prayer. “Y/n…wherever you are, please…remember me. Remember that I loved you.”

The clock struck midnight, and the silence in the room seemed to deepen, wrapping around him like a shroud. Elijah picked up one last photo, a cherished memory of the two of you, your hand in his, your smiles radiant with a love that had felt timeless. He traced your face with his thumb, his heart aching with a yearning that could never be soothed.

Though the years had passed, his love for you had only grown stronger, burning within him like an eternal flame. And as he sat alone, the embers of that love flickering against the shadows, he made a silent vow. He would continue his search, he would endure, no matter how many years or lifetimes it took. He would find you, and when he did, he would hold you close and let you know that his heart had never wavered, not for a single moment.

For Elijah Mikaelson, there was no true peace, no real solace, until he was with you again.

Years had passed since Katherine had vanished, taking you with her, and Elijah’s heart had never known peace since that day. The memories of your laughter, your touch, and the warmth of your presence were all that sustained him. He had dedicated himself entirely to searching for you, even as his family urged him to let go and move forward. But how could he move on when the only person who had ever truly touched his soul had been ripped away from him?

In his darker moments, when loneliness and grief twisted into something sharper, Elijah couldn’t shake a rising resentment toward his brother Klaus. It was Klaus’s relentless pursuit of Katherine that had driven her to such desperate measures. If he had just left her alone, if he hadn’t been so consumed by his own vendetta, Katherine might never have felt the need to run. You might still be here, by his side, instead of vanishing into the night.

One evening, as the Mikaelson family gathered in their grand home, Elijah sat in silence, his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey. The fire crackled nearby, its warmth doing little to ease the chill in his heart. Across the room, Klaus lounged with a casual, almost careless posture, a smug smile playing on his lips as he recounted his latest efforts to track down Katherine.

“I can feel it, brother. I’m closer than ever to finally catching that treacherous woman,” Klaus said, his voice laced with dark satisfaction. “She can’t hide from me forever.”

Elijah’s grip on his glass tightened, his jaw clenched as his frustration boiled over. The sound of Klaus’s words stirred a rage within him that he could no longer contain. He rose from his seat, crossing the room in a heartbeat to stand before his brother, his expression hard and unyielding.

“This obsession of yours with Katherine…can you not see the destruction it has caused?” Elijah’s voice was low, barely concealing the fury that simmered beneath the surface. “You were so consumed by your vendetta that you forced her hand. You drove her to take Y/n, to drag her away into hiding like a pawn in your twisted game.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the outburst, but he smirked, unbothered. “Oh, don’t be so melodramatic, Elijah. Katherine brought this upon herself with her betrayals. I’m merely giving her what she deserves.”

“Giving her what she deserves?” Elijah echoed, his voice growing louder. “In your pursuit of revenge, you’ve torn apart everything I cared about. Because of you, Katherine fled, taking the one person I’ve ever truly loved with her. All because you couldn’t let go of your pride and anger.”

Klaus’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his voice laced with defiance. “You speak as if I intended for any of this to happen, Elijah. Katherine made her choice. Don’t place your sorrow at my feet.”

Elijah’s rage only intensified at Klaus’s indifference. His usually calm demeanor cracked, revealing the depth of his grief and anguish. “How dare you dismiss my pain so carelessly,” he hissed. “If it hadn’t been for you, Y/n would still be here. I would still have her by my side. Do you understand that, Niklaus?”

Klaus’s gaze softened momentarily, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes, though he quickly masked it with his usual arrogance. “And what would you have me do, brother? Let Katherine roam free after everything she’s done to us? The lies, the betrayals?”

“This isn’t about Katherine!” Elijah shouted, his voice echoing through the room. “This is about Y/n. Because of your vendetta, I lost her! She was taken from me because of you. You knew how much she meant to me, and still, you couldn’t stop yourself from going after Katherine, no matter the cost.”

The room fell silent, tension thickening the air as Elijah’s words hung heavily. For a brief moment, Klaus appeared genuinely affected, a shadow of remorse crossing his features. But, as always, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit fault. He folded his arms, his jaw set in defiance as he regarded Elijah with a guarded expression.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Klaus murmured, barely audible. “But what’s done is done, Elijah. Blaming me won’t bring her back. Perhaps you should look forward instead of living in the past.”

Elijah’s fists clenched, every fiber of his being resisting the urge to lash out. He had loved Klaus through centuries of torment, betrayal, and heartbreak, but this, the loss of you, was a wound that no amount of loyalty could heal.

“Living in the past?” Elijah whispered, his tone filled with a bitter sadness. “She was my future, Niklaus. She was my hope, my peace, the one light in all the darkness. And now, because of your stubborn pride, I am condemned to an eternity without her.”

Klaus looked away, unable to meet Elijah’s gaze, his own guilt clawing at him. He had seen his brother broken before, but never like this. Elijah’s grief was raw, palpable, and for once, Klaus was left without his usual retorts or dismissive words. He could feel the weight of his brother’s pain, the depths of what his obsession had cost him, but he was too proud, too set in his ways to admit his part in it.

The silence stretched on, heavy and unforgiving, until finally, Elijah turned his back on Klaus, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his loss. He couldn’t bear to look at his brother, not when every glance reminded him of what had been stolen from him.

Leaving the room, Elijah returned to the sanctuary of his own quarters, where he kept every memento, every piece of your memory he could hold onto. His hand trembled as he reached for a small locket that held your picture, the only physical reminder he had of you. He clutched it tightly, pressing it to his chest as he leaned against the wall, his breathing shallow and ragged.

In the solitude of his room, he let the tears fall once more, a silent testament to the agony that consumed him. The man who had once been the noble, unbreakable Elijah Mikaelson had been reduced to a grieving shadow, a man who existed solely on the fragments of the love he had lost.

As he gazed down at the picture of you, a whisper escaped his lips, filled with longing and desperation. “Y/n…my love. Wherever you are…please…remember me. Know that I will never give up. I will find you.”

But even as he spoke the words, a part of him feared the truth: that he might never see you again. That his love, his hope, might remain forever lost in the shadows of his brother’s relentless vendetta.

The night was quiet after the heated argument between Elijah and Klaus, but the silence that settled afterward was thick with unspoken regret and lingering tension. Klaus paced the halls of the Mikaelson mansion, his usually confident footsteps hesitant, weighed down by an unfamiliar feeling of guilt. Elijah’s words echoed in his mind, dredging up emotions he had long buried. Klaus had always been relentless, always pursued his own goals without a second thought for how they affected those around him, but tonight, he had glimpsed the depth of his brother’s suffering, and it left a bitterness he couldn’t shake.

For years, Klaus had seen Elijah as unwavering, a rock in the tumultuous sea that was their family’s existence. Yet now, he had seen something in Elijah’s eyes that haunted him: a vulnerability, a sense of brokenness that even centuries of loyalty couldn’t mask. Elijah was suffering, and Klaus knew that he was partly to blame. He could brush off the accusations, dismiss them as the result of Elijah’s grief, but deep down, he knew there was truth in his brother’s pain-filled words.

Finally, Klaus couldn’t ignore it any longer. He made his way to Elijah’s room, where he found his brother standing by the window, gazing out into the night. Elijah’s shoulders were tense, and he held a small locket tightly in his hand, his face etched with sorrow that he couldn’t hide. Klaus felt an unfamiliar pang of guilt twist in his chest as he approached, hesitant for the first time in his life.

“Elijah,” he said softly, his voice lacking its usual arrogance. “We need to talk.”

Elijah didn’t turn around, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “There’s nothing left to say, Niklaus,” he replied coldly, his voice a sharp contrast to the brokenness in his eyes. “You’ve said your piece. And I’ve made it clear what your vendetta has cost me.”

Klaus exhaled, fighting the urge to retreat back into his usual defensiveness. This time, however, he pushed past his pride, his tone softening. “I know you blame me, and perhaps… perhaps you have every right to. But believe it or not, Elijah, I never intended for you to lose her. Y/n was innocent in all of this. My quarrel was with Katherine alone.”

Elijah’s jaw tightened, his grip on the locket white-knuckled as he fought to control his emotions. “Your intentions mean nothing, Niklaus. All that matters is that she is gone, lost to me because of you. Do you understand that? Because of your need to settle old scores, I have been condemned to a life without her.”

Klaus took a deep breath, forcing himself to face the pain in Elijah’s voice, to truly feel the weight of what he had done. He knew he had made mistakes, that his obsession with revenge had blinded him to the suffering it caused, even for those he loved. He had hurt his brother in a way he couldn’t easily mend, but for once, he felt the need to try.

“Then let me make it right,” Klaus said, his voice filled with a rare sincerity. “I may not be able to erase what I’ve done, but I can help you find her. I can help you bring her back. Y/n was never part of my vendetta. She was innocent in all of this, and if helping you find her can give you even a fraction of the peace you seek…then I’ll do it.”

Elijah finally turned to face Klaus, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and cautious hope. He studied his brother’s face, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all he found was a raw, unexpected honesty. Klaus was being genuine, and the realization stirred something within him, a glimmer of hope he hadn’t felt in years.

“You would…help me?” Elijah asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Yes, brother,” Klaus replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I would. I may have been the cause of your grief, but I refuse to be the reason you never find happiness again. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you find her, even if it means setting aside my own pursuits.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Elijah’s hardened expression softened. He looked at Klaus, seeing not the ruthless hybrid who had so often brought destruction, but his brother, the same brother who, beneath all the darkness, was capable of loyalty and love. The thought of trusting Klaus again, of relying on him, felt risky, yet Elijah couldn’t ignore the sincerity in Klaus’s offer. It was a chance, however slim, to be reunited with the one person who had ever truly brought him peace.

“Klaus,” Elijah began, his voice unsteady, “if you are truly willing to help me…then I will accept it. But understand this: I will not stop until I find her. No matter what it takes, no matter how long it takes…I will bring Y/n back.”

Klaus nodded, meeting Elijah’s gaze with a steely resolve. “Then we will find her together, brother. I swear it.”

Over the next few weeks, Klaus threw himself into the search for you with a relentless energy that surprised even Elijah. He tapped into his vast network of allies, sending messages to every corner of the supernatural world, demanding information about Katherine’s whereabouts. Elijah worked alongside him, his focus sharp, his mind set only on finding you. For the first time in years, he felt a spark of purpose, a glimmer of hope that he might soon see your face again.

They traveled from town to town, chasing rumors and fragments of clues, following any lead that might bring them closer to you. Though the journey was grueling, Elijah felt a strange sense of solace in having Klaus by his side. They fought together, argued, and pushed each other to the limits, but their shared goal created an unspoken bond between them, a bond that even centuries of rivalry and betrayal couldn’t break.

One night, after a particularly exhausting search that had once again led to a dead end, Elijah and Klaus found themselves sitting by a campfire, the silence between them heavy with unspoken thoughts. Klaus glanced at his brother, his usual confidence tempered by a rare vulnerability.

“You know, Elijah,” he murmured, breaking the quiet, “I may not understand the kind of love you had with Y/n. But seeing what it has done to you…how deeply it has scarred you…I realize now that it must have been something truly remarkable.”

Elijah looked over at Klaus, surprised by the softness in his brother’s voice. “It was,” he replied quietly. “She was the only light I ever found in this life. She made me feel…human. Whole. And now, every day without her is a reminder of what I’ve lost.”

Klaus nodded, his gaze distant as he stared into the flames. For the first time, he understood the depth of Elijah’s sorrow, the intensity of a love he himself had rarely known. Though Klaus’s heart had been hardened by centuries of betrayal and survival, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of regret for the pain he had unknowingly caused his brother.

“I’m sorry, Elijah,” Klaus said softly, his voice carrying a weight he rarely allowed himself to show. “For everything. I know it doesn’t change what happened, but…for what it’s worth, I truly am sorry.”

Elijah looked at Klaus, the sincerity in his words piercing through the wall of resentment he had built. He reached over, placing a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, a silent acknowledgment of the brotherhood they shared despite everything.

“Thank you, Niklaus,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. “For once…that means more than you know.”

They sat in silence, watching the fire crackle and fade as the night wore on. In that moment, they were not the infamous Mikaelson brothers, feared throughout the supernatural world. They were simply two brothers, bound by blood and love, searching for the one person who could finally bring Elijah peace.

As dawn approached, they rose, their resolve stronger than ever. Together, they would find you, no matter what it took. Elijah’s heart ached with the thought of seeing you again, of holding you close and whispering all the words he had never had the chance to say. And with Klaus by his side, he finally dared to believe that the reunion he had longed for was within reach.

For the first time in years, hope burned bright in his heart, a beacon that guided him forward through the darkness, leading him back to you.

It was a cold, fog-covered evening in a small village where Elijah had taken refuge, hiding from the chaos that seemed to follow the Mikaelson family wherever they went. He was in the middle of one of his routine patrols along the outskirts of town when he heard the muffled screams of a woman. Darting through the trees, Elijah arrived just in time to see her surrounded by a group of vampires, their fangs gleaming in the dim light.

Without hesitation, he sprang into action, tearing through her attackers with swift, calculated movements, his expression cold and detached. Within moments, the assailants lay lifeless, and the woman looked up at Elijah with wide, grateful eyes, a flicker of admiration immediately igniting in her gaze. She was young, with auburn hair that fell in gentle waves around her shoulders and a softness in her features that reminded him, painfully, of someone he had lost long ago.

“Are you alright?” Elijah asked, his voice as calm and collected as ever, though his gaze was distant, detached.

“Yes, thank you,” she replied, her voice trembling with both fear and gratitude. “I—I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come.”

Elijah nodded curtly, offering her his hand to help her stand. She took it, and as their eyes met, a spark of interest flared in her expression. The woman introduced herself as Isabella, a newcomer to the village who had fled from a distant land seeking refuge. She looked up at him with admiration, her gaze lingering perhaps a bit too long, but Elijah’s eyes held only a polite indifference.

Over the next few weeks, Isabella made a habit of “coincidentally” running into Elijah around town, finding excuses to cross his path and to express her gratitude for saving her. She would bring him small gifts,a loaf of bread, a warm coat, even a handmade trinket, all under the guise of simple friendliness. But her true intentions were clear, even if unspoken.

Every time they met, she tried to make him smile, laughing at his dry remarks and attempting to peel back the layers of his stoic exterior. Isabella was drawn to Elijah’s calm, refined nature, his quiet strength, and the noble way he carried himself. She believed that she could win his heart, that perhaps she was the one who could fill whatever emptiness seemed to linger in his gaze.

One evening, she took her boldest step yet, inviting Elijah to join her for a quiet dinner at a quaint little cottage on the edge of town. Reluctantly, Elijah agreed, perhaps out of courtesy, or perhaps simply to avoid another evening of solitude. The dinner was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the icy loneliness that had become his constant companion. But as Isabella shared stories of her past, laughing softly as she leaned toward him, Elijah’s mind drifted, the sight of her smile blurred by the memories of another face, yours.

As the evening drew to a close, Isabella moved closer, her eyes filled with unspoken longing. She brushed her hand against his, her touch lingering as she whispered, “You don’t have to be alone, Elijah. I know you’ve been hurt…but maybe I can be the one to bring you happiness again.”

Elijah’s gaze sharpened, and he gently pulled his hand away, his expression guarded. “Isabella,” he began, his voice steady but laced with a sadness that ran deep, “I’m grateful for your kindness, truly. But there is something you must understand.”

She looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes despite the hesitation in his voice. “What is it, Elijah?”

He exhaled slowly, searching for the right words, though he knew the truth he was about to share would likely wound her. “I don’t believe in love, not anymore,” he said, his tone somber, each word weighted with years of heartache. “Once, I knew what it was like to love…to care for someone so deeply that they became a part of me, a piece of my soul. But she was taken from me, ripped away before I could even say goodbye.”

Isabella’s face fell, but she forced a small, encouraging smile, reaching out as if to touch his hand again. “Elijah, sometimes the heart can heal. Maybe, in time, you could feel that way again…maybe with me?”

Elijah shook his head, his gaze distant as he continued, “No, Isabella. I appreciate what you’re offering, but it isn’t possible. I loved her more than words can express. She was my first love and my last, and there is no one or nothing, that could ever replace her.”

He looked away, his eyes clouded with memories, his mind replaying every precious moment he’d shared with you,the quiet conversations, the way your laughter filled the air, the warmth of your presence that had brought him a peace he’d never known before. You had been his light, his heart, his reason for fighting through the endless centuries. And though he had no idea where you were, or if he’d ever see you again, he knew that his love for you would never fade.

“I am waiting for her,” Elijah continued, his voice barely a whisper, as though speaking more to himself than to Isabella. “Wherever she may be, no matter how many years may pass…I will wait for her until the end of time.”

A tear slipped down Isabella’s cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, her voice choked as she replied, “But Elijah…what if she never returns? What if…what if you’re left waiting forever?”

Elijah looked down, the pain in his eyes deepening, but his resolve remained unshaken. “Then I will wait forever,” he said simply. “She was my love, my everything. And I would rather wait an eternity for even the faintest chance of her return than betray her memory by moving on.”

He turned to face Isabella, his expression softening with genuine regret. “I’m sorry, Isabella. You deserve someone who can give you their heart fully, without reservation. But mine…my heart belongs to her, and to her alone.”

Isabella’s shoulders sagged as the realization settled in, her hope fading into acceptance. She had tried, had given everything to capture his attention, but she saw now that his love was as immovable as stone, bound to a woman who haunted his every thought. With a bittersweet smile, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, “Then I hope…wherever she is…that she knows how lucky she is to be loved by you.”

Elijah’s gaze softened, and he inclined his head in gratitude, though his thoughts were already drifting to the memories of you, the love he had lost and the endless ache that had become his constant companion. He left the cottage that night, the soft sound of Isabella’s weeping fading behind him as he stepped into the darkness, his heart as steadfast as ever in its silent vow to wait for you.

As he walked back through the quiet village streets, Elijah’s mind replayed every precious moment he had shared with you. He remembered the way you had smiled at him, the laughter that had once brightened his days, the warmth of your touch that had brought him a peace he had never known before. Every memory was a shard of both pain and comfort, a reminder of the love he had lost yet refused to let go.

Underneath the starlit sky, Elijah paused, looking up as if searching for a sign, something to tell him that you were out there somewhere, thinking of him too. His voice was barely a whisper as he murmured, “Wherever you are, my love…know that I am waiting. Always.”

And with that vow, he continued into the night, his heart forever bound to a love that time could neither tarnish nor erase.

The Mikaelson mansion was thick with tension as Klaus and Elijah conferred quietly in a corner, their voices urgent as they spoke to the witch who had just revealed your location. The witch, an enigmatic woman with deep-set, piercing eyes, had spent days poring over ancient spells and maps to track Katherine’s whereabouts. Now, she finally lifted her gaze, a small, knowing smile playing at her lips.

“They’re staying in an abandoned villa near the coast,” she said. “It’s protected by several layers of magic, but I can weaken the enchantments long enough for you to break through.”

Klaus’s eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, his jaw set as he thanked the witch with an uncharacteristic sincerity. He turned to Elijah, a rare softness in his expression. “Are you ready for this, brother?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. Elijah’s entire being radiated with urgency, a mixture of desperation and hope lighting his usually stoic face.

Elijah nodded firmly. “I’ve waited long enough, Klaus. I won’t waste another moment.”

As they prepared to leave, footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Rebekah appeared, her gaze sharp and resolute. She’d overheard enough of their conversation to understand what was happening, and the determination in her eyes was unmistakable.

“I’m coming with you,” Rebekah declared, crossing her arms defiantly. “I won’t let you two have all the fun without me. Y/n deserves to know her family has been fighting for her. Besides, she’s like a sister to me, and I want to be there when we finally bring her back.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-exasperated. “Oh, little sister, always so eager to throw yourself into danger,” he teased, though there was a note of pride in his voice. “But I suppose it wouldn’t feel right without you by our side.”

Elijah nodded, a small smile of gratitude tugging at his lips. “Thank you, Rebekah,” he said softly. “She will need all of us when we find her.”

With the plan set, the three siblings moved swiftly through the mansion, gathering what they needed for the journey ahead. They were a formidable trio, each filled with a fierce resolve. Elijah’s heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He couldn’t help but imagine the moment he’d see you again, the chance to hold you close and finally tell you all the words he had kept locked away for so long.

The journey to the villa was tense and silent, each sibling lost in their own thoughts. Klaus kept his gaze forward, his expression dark with the promise of retribution. His pursuit of Katherine had driven them all to the brink, but he was now equally determined to see you safely returned to their family. For once, Klaus felt the weight of his actions, the realization that his decisions had torn his family apart. He would make it right, no matter what.

Rebekah’s thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. She had missed you dearly, missed the warmth and kindness you had brought into their lives. You had been more than just a friend; you had been family. She couldn’t wait to see you again, to wrap her arms around you and make sure you knew how much you meant to her. The thought filled her with a fierce protectiveness, and she was ready to face anything, or anyone, that stood in her way.

As they neared the villa, the witch’s spell slowly began to fade, revealing the crumbling grandeur of the abandoned estate. Ivy crawled up the stone walls, and the windows were dark, casting an eerie, silent shadow over the grounds. Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah exchanged a look, each silently acknowledging the dangers that awaited within.

Klaus took the lead, his steps quiet but purposeful as they approached the front entrance. With a glance over his shoulder, he motioned for Elijah and Rebekah to follow. “Let’s get her back,” he whispered, a fierce resolve in his voice.

Rebekah placed a reassuring hand on Elijah’s shoulder. “We’ll bring her home, Elijah,” she murmured. “This time, we won’t let her slip away.”

Elijah’s heart swelled with gratitude. With his siblings beside him, he felt stronger, more prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Together, they moved forward, prepared to confront Katherine, retrieve you, and restore the family that had once been torn apart.

As the Mikaelsons arrived at the villa, an eerie silence settled over the scene. The once-grand estate was now abandoned, with vines crawling up the stone walls and leaves scattered across the floor. It was clear that no one had set foot here in some time. Elijah’s heart sank as he took in the emptiness, the lack of any sign of you or Katherine. Every step he took seemed heavier than the last, each empty room a bitter reminder of how close he’d come, only to be met with more questions.

Rebekah’s gaze swept over the deserted hallways, her face a mixture of frustration and disappointment. “They were here,” she murmured, her voice laced with frustration. “This place reeks of Katherine’s handiwork. But where could they have gone?”

Klaus clenched his fists, the familiar rage bubbling within him as he paced the room. “That wretched woman won’t escape me forever,” he growled. “But where is Y/n? Why would she leave without a trace?”

Just then, the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hallway made them turn. An old woman, hunched over and wrapped in a faded shawl, shuffled toward them with a wary look. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a glimmer of recognition when she saw the intruders in the villa.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice raspy but firm. “This place has been empty for some time now. No one comes here anymore.”

Elijah stepped forward, his voice gentle but urgent. “Please, we’re looking for two women who were staying here. One of them…one of them is my…she’s family. I need to know what happened to her.”

The old woman’s gaze softened, and she seemed to think back, her eyes distant as memories stirred. “Ah…yes, I remember them,” she said slowly. “Two young women. They stayed here a while. The dark-haired one, she was fierce, had a fire in her eyes. And the other…so sweet, so gentle. I used to see her walking the gardens in the mornings, looking out to the sea like she was waiting for something…or someone.”

Elijah’s chest tightened as the old woman’s words conjured the image of you, standing by the cliffs, gazing out with a longing he knew all too well. His hands clenched at his sides, a desperate hope filling his heart. “Please, tell me, where are they now? Where is she?”

The woman’s face fell, and she shook her head slowly, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and sadness. “She left…nearly two years ago. She just disappeared one night, without a word to anyone. I saw her leave, her face filled with such sorrow…almost as if she was saying goodbye to the world. She didn’t take anything with her, just walked off into the night.”

Elijah felt the ground shift beneath him, his entire body going cold as the weight of her words settled over him. “She…left?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “And no one has seen her…since?”

The old woman nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at the anguish on Elijah’s face. “No one knows where she went, or why. She left the other woman here, the one with the fierce spirit. I heard them arguing the night before…a heated exchange, as though they were parting ways. But after that, she was just…gone.”

Rebekah reached out, her hand resting gently on Elijah’s arm, her face filled with concern. “Elijah,” she murmured softly, seeing the devastation etched in his expression. “We’ll find her. We won’t stop until we do.”

But Elijah hardly seemed to hear her. His mind was racing, replaying the old woman’s words over and over. He could picture you in his mind, your silhouette disappearing into the night, leaving behind only questions and heartache. Why had you left? Had you believed he wouldn’t come for you? Or had Katherine convinced you of something more sinister?

Klaus, standing nearby, clenched his jaw, his own frustration and anger barely restrained. He turned to the old woman, his voice sharp and demanding. “And the other woman, the one with the fire in her eyes. Katherine. Where is she?”

The woman hesitated, a flicker of fear passing over her features as she took in Klaus’s intensity. “She stayed a while longer…but then she left too. I saw her leave in a hurry one evening, as if she were being chased. I don’t know where she went. No one has seen her either since.”

Klaus cursed under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides. “Typical Katherine, running like the coward she is,” he muttered. “But she’s left us a trail. And I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my grasp again.”

Elijah, however, was far from Klaus’s fury. His focus remained solely on you, the emptiness he felt growing with every passing moment. He had come all this way, had held onto hope for so long, only to find that he was still no closer to holding you in his arms. The ache in his chest was almost unbearable, and he felt a single tear slip down his cheek as he stared into the empty villa.

Rebekah squeezed his shoulder gently, her eyes filled with empathy. “We’ll find her, Elijah. She’s out there somewhere, and she’s waiting for you. I can feel it.”

Elijah looked at his sister, her words a faint comfort. “I just…don’t understand why she left,” he murmured. “Why would she disappear without a trace? What could possibly keep her away…after all this time?”

The old woman sighed, her voice gentle as she spoke. “Sometimes…people leave because they feel they must. She carried a heavy sorrow, that one. Maybe she thought it was best to bear it alone.”

Elijah nodded slowly, though her words only deepened his heartbreak. He had spent so long imagining the moment he would finally find you, the moment he would make up for the years you’d been apart. But now…now you were lost once more, a ghost slipping further and further from his grasp.

Klaus placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder, a rare look of understanding in his eyes. “Don’t lose hope, brother,” he said firmly. “This isn’t the end. We’ve come too far to turn back now. We’ll find her, no matter where she is.”

Rebekah nodded, her gaze steely with determination. “We’ll scour every corner of this world if we have to, Elijah. She’s family, and we don’t abandon family.”

With a final nod to the old woman, the Mikaelsons turned and left the empty villa, their resolve stronger than ever. Elijah’s heart was heavy, but somewhere deep within, a glimmer of hope remained. He knew, with every fiber of his being, that he would find you. And when he did, he would never let you go again.

As they made their way down the path, the Mikaelsons’ frustration was palpable. Every step through the abandoned villa felt like a mockery, as though the walls themselves held secrets that refused to be revealed. They were so close yet still so far, and each moment that passed without answers weighed heavily on them. Elijah was silent, his jaw clenched, the anguish in his eyes replaced by an unyielding determination. He had sworn to bring you back, and he would stop at nothing to make that promise a reality.

Suddenly, Klaus paused mid-stride, his gaze narrowing as a figure emerged from the shadows just beyond the villa. As the figure stepped into the faint moonlight, Rebekah gasped, recognizing the familiar dark hair and piercing gaze of none other than Katherine Pierce. Katherine looked equally startled to see them, but her expression quickly shifted to a smirk as she held her ground.

“Katherine,” Elijah’s voice was low and dangerous as he crossed the distance between them in an instant. Before Katherine could react, he had her pinned against the cold stone wall, his hand around her throat, eyes blazing with anger. “Tell me where she is,” he demanded, his voice a deadly whisper. “What did you do to Y/n?”

Katherine’s smirk faltered as she registered the pure rage in Elijah’s expression, the fury in his eyes unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She lifted her chin defiantly, her own eyes flashing with defiance. “Are you insane?” she retorted, her voice dripping with scorn. “You think I’d hurt my own sister? I’m not like your brother, Elijah. I actually care about my family.”

Klaus’s face darkened at her words, his jaw tightening as he took a menacing step toward her. “Watch your tongue, Katherine,” he warned, his voice like a low growl. “You’ve caused enough damage. You should choose your next words very carefully.”

Rebekah, however, was less concerned with Katherine’s insults and more focused on the one question burning in all their minds. “If you didn’t do anything to her,” Rebekah snapped, her voice sharp with accusation, “then where is she? Where did she go?”

Katherine’s face twisted with frustration, her own anger now bubbling to the surface. “I swear, I don’t know!” she shouted, her eyes darting between the three of them, her desperation evident. “She left without a word, without telling me, or anyone, anything! She didn’t even leave a letter explaining where she was going. One night, she was there, and the next, she was gone.”

Elijah’s grip tightened as he searched her face, his gaze hard and unrelenting. He was beyond patience, beyond the limits of reason. Every word she spoke felt like a cruel game, and he was done playing. The agony of losing you was too much, and he had neither the will nor the strength to entertain Katherine’s manipulations any longer.

“You expect me to believe you?” Elijah growled, his voice barely a whisper, filled with venom. He shook his head, his expression hardening. “You lie as easily as you breathe, Katherine. And I won’t stand here and listen to another of your pathetic excuses.”

Katherine’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the fury in Elijah’s face, realizing too late that he was beyond reasoning. Before she could plead her innocence further, he tightened his grip, and in one swift, merciless motion, snapped her neck.

Her body slumped against the wall, and Rebekah let out a heavy sigh, a mixture of exasperation and relief. “Well, that was satisfying,” she muttered, folding her arms across her chest as she looked down at Katherine’s limp form.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I can’t say I’ll miss her presence,” he said, his voice laced with dark amusement. “But I have to admit, she’s not the type to let Y/n vanish without a fight. If she truly doesn’t know where Y/n went…then our search may be more complicated than we thought.”

Elijah released a shaky breath, his expression softening with a flicker of vulnerability as he stared into the distance. The emptiness Katherine had left behind seemed to mirror the hollow ache in his chest. He had acted out of desperation, but the truth remained elusive. You were still out there somewhere, alone and out of reach. The thought tore at him, leaving him feeling more helpless than ever.

Rebekah stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “We’ll find her, Elijah,” she said quietly, her tone filled with a gentle reassurance. “She’s strong. She’s survived this long on her own, and we’re not going to let her down now. Wherever she is, she’s waiting for us.”

Elijah looked at his sister, his resolve hardening once more. He would not rest until he found you, until he held you in his arms and proved that he would never abandon you again.

As Klaus and Rebekah headed off into the village to search for any clues or witnesses who might have seen you leave, Elijah remained behind, the weight of the search pressing heavily on him. The encounter with Katherine had left his emotions frayed, raw and open in a way he hadn’t felt in centuries. Feeling defeated, he made his way to the nearest bar, seeking solace in the only thing that seemed to dull the ache of losing you, whiskey.

The bar was dimly lit, filled with the low murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Elijah took a seat at the far end, ordering a drink with a heavy sigh. As he lifted the glass to his lips, memories of you washed over him, unbidden and relentless. He could see your smile, feel the warmth of your laughter, and hear the soft, melodic sound of your voice calling his name. Each memory was like a dagger, a bittersweet reminder of what he’d lost, and his chest tightened with the familiar, hollow ache.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be swept away in the moments he cherished most. He could see the two of you walking through the gardens together, your laughter echoing in the night air as he stole kisses from you beneath the moonlight. He remembered how you’d look at him, those sparkling eyes filled with a love so pure it made him believe he was worthy of redemption. But then, as always, the memories faded, leaving him with nothing but the sting of loss and regret.

The sound of footsteps approached, but he paid them no mind, too lost in his sorrow. Then, a voice broke through his reverie, a voice so familiar, so achingly beautiful, that it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Elijah?”

The single word was like a lightning bolt, jolting him back to the present. He opened his eyes, and there you were, standing just a few feet away, looking as if you’d stepped out of his memories and into reality. His heart pounded, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at you, hardly daring to believe what he was seeing.

You looked just as he remembered, though there was a sadness in your eyes, a weight that hadn’t been there before. But it was you, alive, here, within reach. His hand trembled as he set down his glass, his voice breaking as he whispered, “Is it…really you? Or is this just another cruel trick, another phantom conjured by my own desperation?”

You took a tentative step closer, your eyes filling with tears as you took in his face, the anguish written there. “It’s me, Elijah,” you said softly, your voice quivering with emotion. “I’m here.”

The reality of your words hit him like a tidal wave, and before he knew it, he was out of his seat, crossing the distance between you in a heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a fierce embrace as though he was afraid you might vanish if he let go. He buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, the tears he’d held back for so long finally breaking free.

“Y/n…” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I’ve been looking for you…like a madman, for so long. I thought I’d lost you forever.” His hands tightened around you, his whole body trembling as he held you close. “Where have you been? Why did you leave without a word? I was…lost without you.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the comfort you’d longed for during every lonely night you’d spent away. You felt the tremble in his shoulders, the weight of his sorrow, and it broke your heart. “I’m so sorry, Elijah,” you whispered, your own tears slipping down your cheeks. “I…I thought it was the only way to keep you safe. To keep everyone safe.”

He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense as he searched your face, confusion mingling with the pain in his eyes. “Safe from what? From whom?” He brushed a tear from your cheek, his fingers lingering on your skin as though grounding himself in the reality of your presence. “You were never in danger from me. I would have protected you with my life.”

You looked down, struggling to find the words. “Katherine and I…we were always running, always hiding. She made me believe that if I stayed, I’d only bring trouble to those I cared about. I didn’t want to put you in danger, Elijah. So I…left. I thought it was the right thing to do, but…I was wrong. Every day I missed you, and every night, I wondered if I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.”

Elijah closed his eyes, pain flashing across his face as he took in your words. “You were never a burden, Y/n,” he said softly. “Not to me, not to Rebekah, or even to Klaus. We wanted to protect you, to keep you safe. But you left without a word, and every day since has been…a torment. I’ve spent years wondering where you were, if you were safe, if you were happy…if you even thought of me.”

You reached up, cupping his face gently as your thumb brushed away a stray tear from his cheek. “There wasn’t a single day that I didn’t think of you, Elijah,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I love you. I always have. And leaving you…it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I thought it was the only way.”

He leaned into your touch, his hand covering yours as he let himself feel the warmth of your skin. “You don’t have to run anymore,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “Whatever fears drove you away, whatever threats you thought you faced, we’ll face them together now. You’re not alone, Y/n. Not anymore.”

You nodded, a new sense of peace washing over you as you met his gaze. “I’m tired of running, Elijah. All I want is to be with you, to have the life we dreamed of. No more hiding, no more fear. Just…us.”

A faint, hopeful smile broke through his sadness as he held you, the years of pain and longing finally beginning to ease. “Then let’s go home,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Together.”

As he held you close, the pain of the past slowly faded, replaced by the warmth of reunion.

As Klaus and Rebekah wandered through the dimly lit streets, the frustration of their fruitless search weighed heavily on them. They had questioned locals, scoured every corner of the village, and yet found no new leads on your whereabouts. Rebekah sighed, glancing around with a mixture of determination and exhaustion.

“Do you think Elijah’s even left that bar?” she asked, a hint of worry in her voice. “The way he was looking tonight… I’ve never seen him so devastated.”

Klaus let out a quiet sigh, nodding. “I know, sister. Losing Y/n has taken more of a toll on him than he’d ever admit. He won’t give up on her, no matter how hopeless it may seem.”

With a shared look, they began making their way back, the thought of finding Elijah and easing his sorrow propelling them forward. But as they neared the bar, they both froze, stopping in their tracks as they caught sight of a familiar figure outside.

There, in the faint glow of the bar’s lantern light, stood Elijah. And in his arms, held with a tenderness that neither Klaus nor Rebekah had seen in centuries, was you. Elijah leaned forward, his hand gently cupping your face as his lips met yours in a soft, heartfelt kiss that seemed to dissolve all the years of pain and separation.

Klaus and Rebekah exchanged a look, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Rebekah’s mouth dropped open slightly, and for a moment, neither sibling could move or speak, too stunned to process the sight before them. It was you, alive, safe, and back in Elijah’s arms.

Rebekah’s face broke into a grin as tears sparkled in her eyes. “It’s really her,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “After all these years… Elijah finally has her back.”

Klaus couldn’t hide the surprised smile tugging at his own lips. He felt an unexpected warmth in his chest, a rare moment of joy that softened his typically stoic expression. For all the times he’d teased Elijah about his hopeless romanticism, he couldn’t deny the happiness it brought him to see his brother reunited with the love he had so desperately longed for.

As they watched, Elijah pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered words, but the emotion on his face said everything. It was as if all the walls he’d built, all the pain he’d carried, had melted away in that single moment. He looked…whole, and Klaus could see that whatever darkness had haunted Elijah’s heart was now replaced by a light they hadn’t seen in him for far too long.

Rebekah wiped a stray tear from her cheek, her heart swelling with relief and joy. She reached over, giving Klaus a playful nudge. “Who would’ve thought, Nik? Our dear brother finally found his happy ending.”

Klaus chuckled, his usual cynicism softened by the scene before them. “Seems even Elijah has his miracles,” he murmured. “Though if you tell him I’m happy for him, I’ll deny it.”

They shared a quiet laugh before, in an unspoken agreement, they raised their hands and high-fived each other in celebration. It was a small, joyful gesture that seemed to release the tension that had followed them on this search. They both knew how much Elijah deserved this moment, and neither of them wanted to interrupt.

“Come on, let’s leave them to their reunion,” Rebekah whispered, glancing back at you and Elijah, still lost in each other’s embrace.

Klaus nodded, and with one last look at his brother, he wrapped an arm around Rebekah’s shoulders, leading her away. As they walked, Klaus glanced over at her, his smile turning mischievous. “Think Elijah will finally stop brooding now?”

Rebekah rolled her eyes, but her smile was warm. “Oh, knowing Elijah, he’ll find a new reason to brood soon enough. But for tonight, let him have his happiness.”

They walked off into the night, a renewed sense of peace settling over them. For once, there was no fighting, no turmoil, no chase. Just the quiet knowledge that, against all odds, their family was a little closer to being whole again. And for Klaus and Rebekah, that was more than enough.

[thequeenofneverland1]

Edward Cullen & Elijah Mikaelson/// Crown of Tears

Anonymous request: Can you do where Elijah breaks up with you since Esther turned them into vampire but he later moves on but you leave and you move to forks where you met Edward

You have been with Elijah Mikaelson for a while, surprising his Parents Esther and Mikael love you they think you’re good enough for their son. everyone in the family seems to love you which makes you happy to know that

But you have noticed that Elijah and his siblings have been very distant from you making you feel upset since you don’t know what you did for them to be so distant their parents would talk to you their aunt would talk to you too but not anymore since she left

Ever since Dahlia left, you haven’t seen Freya in a while, but you hope that she’s doing okay wherever she is today you decided to talk to Elijah to see what’s going on with him and his siblings

“Elijah, can we talk about why your siblings and you have been ignoring me?” You asked

He looked at you “what are you going here? You can’t be here.”

You crossed your arms “what do you mean that I can’t be here? I’m here to talk.”

“Y/n now it’s not the time.” He tells you

“When it’s the right time? You always tell me that.” You added, “when is the day? that we can talk without you telling me it’s not the time to talk?”

“You're right we have to talk besides I need to.” He hesitated but you need it to know the truth “tell you something,”

You saw that he was nervous making you concerned “What do you need to tell me”?

He sat down on the couch “it’s best if you sat down.”

“Okay.” You sat down next to him

He grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “as you know that my mother is a powerful witch just like her sister, my aunt.”

You nodded “okay and?”

“Well, I don’t know why she did it but she cursed my siblings and me. What do I mean by that? She turned us into vampires.” He looked at you as tears were falling down “it’s best we ended the relationship.”

You grabbed his face, “I don’t care if you’re a vampire I love you for who you are, please don’t break my heart.”

“I’m sorry Y/n, we have to end the relationship. I know you love me, but you deserve someone that’s going to give you a family, and that’s going to do all the things that a vampire can’t do.” He wipes your tears off

You try to hold down your tears, but you can't. “I care if I don’t get a family, at least I’m going to have you the love of my life. You still can do all of the things that a vampire can do.”

“Y/n don’t make this hard it’s hard for me I don’t know what I’ll do to myself if I hurt you I’ll never forget myself for it you’re an angel while I’m a monster.” He cried

“I don’t care, I just want to be with you. I know you’ll never hurt me.” You snivelled

"Please understand that I can hurt you I’m a vampire I might not end up controlling myself because of it I can hurt you or even kill you." he sniffled

“Please don’t break my heart." you pleased with tears

"I’m sorry but you will find someone who will do all of those things with you and who will love you. I’m sorry." he comforts you

“Brother You think that was the right choice to do?” Rebekah asks concerned for you since you left crying

“Yes, I can’t bear if anything would to happen to Y/n while she was still dating me. I love her. It hurts me to do it but it’s for her safety, I know that she will move on.”

“Wel, I hope you don’t regret it later on.”

It’s been weeks since the break you heard that Elijah moved on with someone else it hurt you knowing that he moved on from you that quickly, but you also heard that his mother wasn’t happy that he broke up with you and that he was dating someone else that fast

You decided to leave Mystic Falls you were done suffering and done with the Mikaelson family you were already to move on as you were packing and ready to leave Mystic Falls for Forks, Washington

“Edward, you will get your soulmate to just be patient.” Alice replied annoyed since he keeps bothering her about when his soulmate is coming “I think she’s a human.”

He laughs, “I won’t get one I suck at love if a vampire doesn’t like me why would a human would?”

“Eddy be positive, your soulmate would like you for who you are, she wouldn’t care if you’re a vampire.” She reassure him

“How come you haven’t seen her? if I supposedly have a soulmate?” He asked curious

Alice shrugs her shoulders “She’s either dating someone or she’s barely moving here.”

“If I'm her soulmate? why would she be dating someone else?" he asks confused since if she's his soulmate she should be dating him instead or be married to him

"Maybe because she doesn’t have any clue about soulmates or maybe she thinks they're not real." she pulls her hands up, "I don't know."

"Are you sure that I have a soulmate? because you keep telling me that it doesn’t work out.” he remembers all the girls he broke since his sister saw no future with one of them

"I’m sure you do have one. I'm sorry that you had it to break the hearts of girls that you met." she remembers them too

“Yeah, because of that they hate me.” He crossed his arms

“Well I didn’t like Bella, she was annoying.” Rosalie growls

“You never like no one and you think everyone is annoying,” Emmett laughs

“See Edward didn’t end up with one of them.” She smiles, “Yeah, well I bet that soulmate is going to be amazing and she won’t be annoying,”

“What if she’s annoying?” Jasper asks

“Well I won’t like her. I'll try to be nice but just for Edward. " She lied since she might be rude

“You're rude.” Jasper tells her

“It's not my fault that their personality doesn't fit with mine.” She crossed her arms with a smile

As You passed the sign of ‘welcome to Mystic Falls you looked at it and you said “bye forever.” Since you put your phone on silent mode you didn't hear it ranging

You smiled as you noticed that you were in Forks, Washington you got off from the car to grab your phone and stuff when you saw your phone you saw lots of missed calls and missed messages from the Mikaelson family for expect Elijah, Freya and their aunt Dahlia

You shook your head and blocked them “no more you guys are from my past.” You put your phone away in your pocket. “It needs to stay like that.”

You turned around not realizing that a person was behind you and watching over your movement of you “do you need help?” a voice asked

You turned back to look at the person and you glared at him since he scared you “who said that I need your help?”

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile, “I saw that you were struggling so I was just offering you help, that’s all,”

You rolled your eyes “well I don’t need it you can go now.”

He stills gives you a smile making you mad “what’s your name?”

You crossed your arms ���my name is none of your business.”

He laughs at your attitude “since you don’t want to tell me your name I’ll tell you mine.”

“You don’t need to tell me because I don’t care what is your name or anything about you. " You tell him angrily

“I know but I’ll still tell you My name is Edward Cullen.” He grins

Alice smiled when she saw it making the Cullen understand that she saw something exciting

“Alice what did you see?”

“Edward’s soulmate.” She looks at them smiling “And she’s here.”

[thequeenofneverland1]

Anonymous Request: Hey can I request a gif imagine of Elijah Mikaelson where she's Hayley's sister let's pretend that Hayley and Elijah don't love each other but anyways The reader and Elijah love each other but they never admit it and then she's gets married to Jackson and Elijah pretends to be happy but he can't and reader says that she loves Jackson not Elijah but no one believes her and Hayley tells Elijah if you loved her then why did you let her go and also Rebecca and friends says that they're Stupid

Imagine: Elijah and You loving each other, but never admitting it, then you get married to Jackson to get over Elijah

You and Elijah love each other but none of you said nothing so you decided to move on from Elijah to Jackson Kenner who you met at the Mikaelson Mansion a few months later he propose to you and you sadly said yes to him everyone was against it today was the wedding

You were in your room getting ready when you heard a knock "come in". You said, turning around and saw Elijah standing there "Elijah-".

"Love let me speak, I'm so happy for you that you found who will love you and protect you with his whole life I wish him and you the best". Elijah said with tears on his face

"Elijah, thank you so much and I hope one day you find your true one when you do, I wish her and you the best". You give him a sad smile.

Elijah and you kept staring at each other eyes He leaned down and kissed you You kissed back, placing your hands on his shoulders, holding onto him as his hands slid down and around your waist, holding you in place you both broke apart when your sister hayley walked in to tell you that everyone was here so they were just waiting for you.

When you got there Jackson gave you a smile and he walked up to you to grab your hand and lead you to the old lady who was there smiling.

Elijah stood there on the indoor balcony watching his lover getting married to someone else who isn't him, he left since he didn't want to see more or hear about Jackson and you.

Your sister Hayley and his family were not happy with you.

"My sister is so stupid she shouldn't of gotten married to Jackson". Hayley said

"Elijah and Y/n are really stupid I swear to god I want to slap both of them." klaus said

"I should of told Jackson what I saw so he could of cancel the wedding". Hayley said

"Hayley what are you talking about? And what did you saw"? Kol said, looking at her

"When I went to tell Y/n that the guests were here I walked on Elijah and Y/n kissing". Hayley said, standing up

"Why didn't you do something to stop the wedding? and why didn't you tell Jackson about it"? Kol said, getting mad

"It's too late to tell Jackson about it since the wedding is over, but anyways, I need to talk to Y/N". Rebekah said getting up.

"I need talk to elijah about something". Hayley said went to look for him

Rebekah went to look for you and Hayley went to look for Elijah

Hayley found Elijah standing on the outside balcony

"Elijah we need to talk". Hayley said

"about"? Elijah ask wiping his tears

"about Y/n". Hayley answers

"I don't want to talk about her". Elijah said, turn around.

"did you love my sister"? Hayley asked

"So what if I did"?

"then why did you let her go"?

"Because I was so stupid and yes, I love her with all of my heart, but it's too late now to tell her that because she's already married and it's breaking my heart seeing her with someone else I keep telling myself to be happy for her but I can't be happy". Elijah was crying

Rebekah found you sitting on the stairs

"Y/n, why did you marry Jackson? if you love elijah"? Rebekah said

"I don't love Elijah I love Jackson". You said lying.

"Oh really? Then why did elijah and you kissed"? Rebekah ask, giving you a look

"Fine I do love Elijah I only married Jackson to get over Elijah, but I can't get over Elijah my heart loves and belongs to Elijah it's too late now I'm a married woman". You said crying

Rebekah left to look for Hayley and Klaus, kol and Freya.

"So did he told you"?

"That he loves her so much and that's it's hurting him seeing her with someone else."

"What about Y/n"? Freya asked

"That she only married Jackson to get over Elijah".

"I have a plan to get Y/n and our brother together". Klaus said.