#happy2021promptchallenge

[unholyobsessions]

Bring you back

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x fem!Reader

Description: After Kol’s death you run away to New Orleans where you are met with shocking news

Requested: No

A/N: My submission to @hellotvshowtrash​ prompt challenge! I haven’t written for this fandom in about five months and it felt so good to dive back into these characters and I really think this inspired me to keep writing for it. It was hard to keep the word limit, I could have made this over 5k long honestly. 

Warnings: Canon character death

Word Count: 1.4k

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You shouldn’t be crying. You shouldn’t be feeling the way you are. 

He’s dead. That should be a good thing. Why don’t you believe it’s a good thing?

Bonnie is pulling you away from the house and Klaus’ yells of anguish and anger echo in your ears. Too many emotions are rushing through you.

You shouldn’t be crying, so why are you? Kol Mikaelson was a menace that only brought pain and destruction and death wherever he came near. 

. . .

“May I have this dance?” A voice rang in your ear. Spinning around you were met with the most beautiful brown eyes, eyes that belong to the one and only Kol Mikaelson. 

Narrowing your eyes and holding out your hand, you allow him to lead you to the dance floor wordlessly. “Is there a reason for this Mr. Mikaelson?” You question. He eyes you up and down, trying to decipher what and who you are. 

“Does there have to be a reason for me asking a beautiful girl to dance?” He smirks at you and it takes all of your self-control not swoon over it. 

“An original vampire always has a plan, and those plans tend to always be at the cost of my friends.” The music starts and you curtsey as he bows. With your hands clasped in his, he swiftly guides you along the dance floor, feet moving as one and eyes never leaving each other’s. There’s an intensity behind his gaze and you wouldn’t be surprised to find the same feelings in yours. 

“I promise you little one,” he whispers in your ear once the music has stopped. The room feels empty as his breath hits the side of your face and you close your eyes. “I’m not planning anything.” 

. . .

Your mind races and you close your eyes, trying to get your heart and your head on the same page but it doesn’t work. The only thing it does is flash images of Kol, drifting in memories of moments you now rather forget. You see the life leaving his eyes as one more whisper of your name escapes his lips, begging you to help him even though he knew you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. 

. . .

This was a mistake. You don’t know why you thought you could pull this off, and as you hide around the corner, attempting to catch your breath, you can’t help but curse at the past you. 

A body suddenly appears in front of you and with years of training you twist the culprit’s arm behind his back and push him against the wall, the point of your stake pressed to his spine. 

A dark chuckle escapes the man, “I must say darling this is not what I expected you pushing me against the wall to look like.” You roll your eyes at the realization of who it is. 

“Kol,” you reply, forcing all fear out of your voice. “Next time you get involved in our plans, I won’t hesitate to drive a white oak stake through your heart.” Digging the stake gripped in your hand into his back, you push away, eliciting a loud, painful groan from him. 

. . . 

Bonnie’s voice brings you back to reality and you make a point to ignore the tears streaming down your face. Pulling away from her grasp, you walk down the street, ignoring your friend’s calls from behind you. 

You need to get out, you need to get away from all the pain a suffering that has been plaguing your life since the Salvatores arrived. 

So you leave, and you don’t once turn back. 

. . .

New Orleans is not the place you expected to find yourself in. Sitting alone in a bar you know you’re being watched. After feeling eyes on you for the fifth time in the last few hours you turn your head quickly, spotting an unfamiliar head of messy blonde curls staring straight in you direction. 

You raise your eyebrows, a silent question of his identity. He takes this as an invitation to walk toward you and take a seat next to you. 

“I’m Kaleb,” he introduces himself. 

You eye him up and down, similar to the way Kol did to you on your first meeting, hesitant to trust the stranger. “Y/n,” you shake his hand. He smirks and you are surprised at the strange familiarity of it. Finding yourself smiling back, you spark a conversation, talking for hours on end about any topic that came to mind. 

“So, what brought you to New Orleans?” The question makes you freeze. What are you even supposed to say? Inhaling deeply, you try to collect you thoughts.

“I don’t know,” you pause, looking up from where you were boring hole on the counter top to Kaleb. “Something, I don’t know what, called me here. It’s like this feeling that this is where I’m meant to be.” He smiles at you and you are once again hit with the feeling of knowing him. Deciding to voice your thoughts, you say, “You remind me of someone.” 

A low chuckle escapes his lips. “Is that a good thing or a bad one?”

You study him for a second and your mind flashes the memory of Kol’s eyes. With a deep breath you respond honestly, “I’m not sure.”

. . . 

“What?” Your breath feels heavy and you shake your head, not wanting to believe the words Elijah is saying to you. You should have known that running away from Mystic Falls’ problems would only get you caught up in Mikaelson drama. 

“Kol is alive, but not for much longer. He has taken over the body of that boy you have been around,” Elijah explains, trying to be as gentle as possible. 

“Kaleb,” you whisper, and suddenly everything made sense. “I- I have to go find him.” 

Elijah looks at you sympathetically and nods to the gate of the Abattoir. “Go, I have to find my siblings before I go and say goodbye to Kol myself.” 

With one last look over your shoulder, you start sprinting to the only place you can think of Kol to be. The air feels colder in the cemetery and you let your feet guide you, your head much too foggy to make an actual decision on which direction to go. 

You find Kaleb Kol leaning against one of the stones, tears streaming down his face and a hand curled over his abdomen. You slow down, stopping a few feet away from him, thinking of the best way to make your presence known. 

“Kol,” you say his name for the first time in months. His head snaps up and once he meets your eyes he scrambles to his feet. 

“You know.” It’s not a question, but you nod your head anyway taking a step closer to him. 

“I don’t know how I didn’t figure it sooner.” Kol gulps and looks away, not wanting to see what he thinks will be disappointment in your eyes. He’s startled by the feeling of your hand against his cheek and he unconsciously leans into your touch. 

Risking opening his eyes he is surprised to find you not looking at him with anger but rather with something he can’t identify. Something he’s scared to identify in fear of being wrong. “I guess you’re back to hating me then,” he says, testing the waters of the situation. 

You shake you head, eyes never leaving his. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand. You always have, that’s why I ran away at the ball. I-“ you stop talking, taking a deep breath when a he brings his own hand up to cup your cheek. There’s pain in his gaze but you force yourself to keep looking at him. “I was scared, I couldn’t fall for an original, so I hid it. I threatened you, cussed you out, took part in ploys to kill you, more times than I can count.” 

He wipes away a stray tear that his slipped out and you smile, prompting him to smile too. “Y/n, it’s okay,” he tries to reassure you but you refuse to accept it. 

“It took you dying for me to realize my feelings for you and it took you being on the verge of dying again for me to actually admit it.” Not wanting to waste another second of the limited time you had, Kol angles your head up and presses his lips against yours for the first (and last) time. Pulling back and leaning your forehead against his you whisper, “I’ll find a way Kol, I’ll find a way to bring you back.”

[auroracalisto]

a beautiful kind of fear

summary: a one shot with elijah and the reader with the prompt, “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”  in which elijah and the reader reconcile with their past.  

pairing: elijah x reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: slight canon divergence, mentions of reader being a vampire, unrequited love, happy ending 

a/n: this is my entry for #happy2021promptchallenge (created by @hellotvshowtrash​) 

Elijah was silent, keeping a watchful eye on you as you downed your glass of water.  You bounced your leg as you sat, your eyes never once meeting his.  

“It’s been some time, hasn’t it, [Your name]?” he asked.  

He was right.  The last time you saw him was 1984, a few weeks before the American presidential election.  You had left in a hurry, and you hadn’t bothered to look back.  You were an adult—you were far over 150 years old, to be precise.  You knew how to take care of yourself.  

You cleared your throat, sitting your glass down on the coffee table.  “Yeah,” you said.  At that, you finally allowed yourself to look at the man.

He wasn’t smiling, and you could tell he was just thinking of what to say next.  You knew what you wanted to say; you had had several decades to decide.  But would you ever tell him?  

Your palms felt clammy, which was odd.  A vampire doesn’t sweat, but here you were, as nervous as all Hell knows.  

“What have you been doing?  I hear that you’ve moved back to Mystic Falls, for good.  Is that true?”

“For the most part,” you admitted.  “I had lived in L.A. for a while, but I… wanted to come back to someplace familiar.  I didn’t know the Mikaelsons had already claimed it as their own, again.”

He chuckled softly.  “There it is.  I was wondering when you would say something like that,” he breathed through a tight lipped smile.  “[Your name], why did you leave?”

You looked at him, confused.  What was he on about?

“I needed to get away.  I felt suffocated.”

“Did you leave because of me?”

You slowly blinked at the Original, leaning forward on the sofa.  “What?”

“Do you hate me, [Your name]?” he asked, sitting a glass of whiskey down in front of him.  “I have been trying my hardest to figure out why you left us.  We had given you so much and then you up and left, without a word to me.  I…”

You frowned, rubbing your hands on your jeans.  “No… Elijah—”

“—did Rebekah tell you how long I looked for you?”

You blushed and averted your gaze. 

“Did anyone tell you I tried to find you?” he cleared his throat.  He was a little embarrassed by his brazen admissions, but he couldn’t back down now.  “Do you hate me?”  He repeated his question from earlier, wanting an answer.  

Your eyes softened and you leaned back into the cushions.  “No.  I…  I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.  Even to this day, I don’t understand them.”

He stopped for just a moment, squeezing his eyes shut.  “You… what are you saying?  You left because you couldn’t figure out how you were feeling?”

Your eyes widened.  “Well, I—I mean, I realize now that maybe I could have figured it out, Elijah, but you were busy with Klaus.  You all were and constantly are worried about Klaus.  I can’t tell you how many times I received word about shit that Klaus has done.  And here, he’s searching for some doppelganger?  Do neither of you remember what Katherine could have done to you?”

“That’s not the conversation, [Your name].”

“No, it’s not.  But could you imagine a newer vampire trying to figure out the world and realizing that they could die on the daily because of the Originals they were around, who ultimately could not be killed, but could certainly be staked?  I would have been left alone had Klaus decided to dagger you.  I had so many reasons to run.  I had… I had so many reasons to stay, though, as well.  I just…” you looked at him for a moment.  “You would have been my only reason for staying, Elijah.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I should have, Elijah.”

He averted his gaze, falling back onto the pillows behind him.  He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, frowning all the while.  “What couldn’t you figure out?  What did I make you feel?”

You fiddled with your thumbs for a moment, thinking of what you could say that wouldn’t make the situation more awkward than it was.  

“Elijah, I was in love with you back then.”

This caught his attention, and he stared right at you.  

“I think I still am.  But… but I don’t want you to feel like you have to say anything in return.  It was silly of me to run.  It was dumb of me to think that I couldn’t figure it out.”  You closed your eyes, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand.  “I should have never got up and left.  Everything you did for me made me anxious.  You were so kind to me.  And for what?  I just…”

“Did you ever stop to think that I might have felt the same way?”

You stopped, looking right at him.  You realized that he hadn’t taken his eyes away from yours, not once.  

“Did you ever think that perhaps, if you had just talked to me…”

“I did, Elijah.”  You sighed softly, crossing your arms over your chest.  “I cannot tell you how many times I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what you would have said, had I just walked up and told you that I didn’t know what was going on, but… that I thought I liked you.  I guess my subconscious was right.”

“You never hated me,” he repeated, “I just made you feel things that you didn’t understand.”  His eyes were filled with an emotion you don’t often see—or at least, you hadn’t seen it since the two of you were friends decades ago.  “That’s why you left?  You thought that I wouldn’t understand, myself?”

“Elijah, I realize, now, that it wasn’t a good reason.  And I am so sorry.  Had… had I’d known when you’d invited me to your home that we would be having a heart-to-heart, I would have brought a good wine,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.  

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.  “I… I am not upset.  After all, I’m immortal.  I just… After all this time, I thought you had left because you hated me.”

“You’re not upset?” you furrowed your eyebrows, looking towards him once more.  

“How could I be upset?  I… [Your name], I love you, too.  It crushed me when you left.  I didn’t know why.  But… but now I understand.  And if I am being honest, I can comprehend why you left without a word.  You were scared.  And rightfully so.  My brothers and sister can be a handful.  But… this time, [Your name].  This time, please don’t leave without a word.”

Your eyes were wide as you stared him down.  A part of you couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth, but the rest of your body buzzed with a nervous excitement.  He loved you back.  All this time had been wasted because of your irrevocable fear that you would never be able to figure out your feelings.    All this time, he believed you hated him.  

You got to your feet, going over to sit beside the man.  He sat up, keeping his eyes on yours.  You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a million thoughts running through your mind.  But one thing was for sure.  

“I won’t be going anywhere, this time.”

[nikmikaelsonswife]

In the Dark of the Night.

Description: His confession rocks the ground beneath your feet and you’re forced to make a decision: repeat history and find solace in the past or move on for good.

Pairing: Mikaelson Brother x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, swearing, mature themes (15+)

Word Count: 1,281

A/N: for @hellotvshowtrash’s prompt challenge! (my birthday too) i left the male unnamed so you can decide whichever mikaelson brother’s pov you want to read it from. hope you enjoy. taglist.

My name fell from her lips in a gentle whisper, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. If I did, I wouldn’t have been able to resist crawling back in bed and forbidding her from leaving my arms. If only she knew I felt that way.

The moonlight casted through my bedroom window, illuminating my bare form in the darkness. The midnight air was cool, replacing the passionate heat that had been there not that long ago.

I could feel her gaze on my back, shamelessly watching as I took a sip from my glass. Could hear the way her breathing faltered, as if she spotted something she hadn’t seen before. That was impossible, for the map of my body was forever imprinted in her mind, with as many times she had explored it.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

My heart dropped at her solemn tone, my head turning so I could make out her form, curled up in my bed, underneath my sheets, in my peripheral vision. She took it as a sign to continue.

“You fuck me like you love me, but treat me like you despise me. What did I ever do to deserve your hatred?”

Her words immediately set a flame within my chest, a pang in my heart from how much they hurt. Was she truly that oblivious? Were my intentions unclear? When I fully turned to face her, her eyes rounded at the furrow in my brow and the anger in my gaze. “How could you ever allow those words to pass your lips?”

My voice was low, an emotional undertone blantant in the way I spoke. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.” At that my hardened expression dropped, my face pained. I was vulnerable, but I felt safe enough around her to allow my façade to crack.

I noticed then, as I sat down by her legs, that she had pulled the sheets up to her chest to cover her modesty. I didn’t pay it any mind. “Even after our marriage ended, no woman — no person — has come close to having such control over my heart.”

I met her eyes, my own warm with adoration as I hoped to show her just how much I meant it all. “I’m still as in love with you as I was all those centuries ago. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, my feelings remain the same.”

“It’s unreal. So unbelievable that not even I know the extent of my love.”

I wasn’t aware of what brought the sudden confession, as it was secret I had kept buried ever since she reentered my life almost a year ago. And every time we came together in the dark of the night, it felt as if I was conveying it through the way I made love to her.

Perhaps it wasn’t enough.

She adverted her gaze, her heart thumping so wildly against her rib cage that I stopped listening. She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyelids falling shut as she attempted to control her breathing. Watching her react like that, it lessened my certainty of what her response would be.

I had so much confidence in our love, that it could’ve been considered idiotic. The last time she told me those three words that meant more than she’d ever know was nearly a decade ago. Eight years was more than enough time for her to move past what we had. It was then when I began to panic, aware that I wouldn’t be able to handle her rejection.

“(Y/N)?” Her eyes snapped open, glossed over with unshed tears, resembling my own. “I need you. Please don’t hurt me like this.”

She breathed my name, “You don’t even know what I was about to say.”

“I know you well enough. You don’t feel the same. You don’t love me anymore.”

“I’m doing this because I love you!” She met my gaze, beautiful eyes tinted red. Her full lips were pursed as she dropped a hand from her unruly hair to grab my own. “You don’t want me to question how you feel for me? Don’t question how I feel for you.”

I gently shook my head, adverting my gaze but I gripped her hand tight in my own. It felt the same, as if she was preparing me for heartbreak. A pain both of us knew would be my undoing.

Admittedly, I had become more dependent on her than ever. She was the light that guided me through the inevitable, overwhelming darkness; my strength as well as my weakness.

Without her, I didn’t have either. It would leave too much space, too much emptiness in the statue that was the man I had become. So much that I would be left without an identity. To be concise, if I lost her, I’d be losing myself.

“We can’t go back,” she cried, sniffling, “I can’t go back. We’re not good for each other.” Her explanation wasn’t enough for me.

“You wanted to put a stop to this because you assumed I hated you.” I was stern despite the tears that rolled down my cheeks. “Now you know the truth. We aren’t the same people that we were long ago, (Y/N). We won’t make the same mistakes.”

“You don’t know that!” Her voice had rose in volume, startling both of us for a short moment. When she spoke again, it had lowered. “That heartache—”

“Is it not worth the risk?” I interjected, meeting her eyes, my mood shifting within half a second. I was unable to conceal my ill temper. “Why can’t you believe that I wouldn’t ever hurt you again? Why can’t you have faith in us?”

“It’s not that easy. You obviously aren’t aware of what I went through the first time.” Her expression was incredulous, as she seemed truly offended by my words. “You don’t think I want it back? You don’t think I want to wake up every morning in your arms and be able to call myself Mrs. Mikaelson? I miss it more than anything! But I refuse to — I can’t — I won’t — ever place myself in that position to feel the way I did because of you.”

We had traded places once again. She was upset, infuriated and I felt heavy. As if there was a pit in my stomach, dragging me down into that same darkness I tried my hardest everyday to fight. How had the night come to this?

“Sleeping with you was a mistake.”

She pulled her hand from mine.

I felt nauseous, helpless as I watched her slip off the bed and begin to pull on her clothing with the help of her inhuman speed. “(Y/N)....” It was plead, barely above a whisper, almost cry-like.

“And if you truly love me and know me, you’ll never contact me again. You’ll see my face and walk in the other direction. You’ll hear someone mention my name and won’t ask questions. You’ll move on because it’s what’s best for the both of us.”

It wasn’t what was best for me at all. She was setting a path for destruction.

Though, I knew it was over — for now at least, since I’d never give her up so easily — so I didn’t fight it. “You sound like you hate me.” It was the only thing I could fully register at that moment.

She wasn’t far away from my bedroom door when she turned around, looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s not that I hate you, it’s that I love you too goddamn much.”

[alwaysfangirlingish]

Title: Old amulet

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

Warnings: I believe there is no warnings...

PD: Si alguno de ustedes es de Argentina y les gustó el fic, y quieren apoyarme un poco, acá les dejo mi cafecito link: kolwithaheart <3 gracias¡!

A/N: This is my #happy2021promptchallenge!! (Challenge created by @hellotvshowtrash​ )

Since I saw the post about the challenge I was so exited, and now my One Shot is finally here 🥺👉👈

 I hope you enjoy it! And remember, if you do, please consider a reblog, a comment and a like ✨💖

I got on the bike, placing my bag in the basket, and quickly hung up the call from my boss, who reminded me I had to deliver all these orders before sunset and headed to my first destination. Upon entering the compound, there was no one to greet, so I quickly made my way to Freya's room. To my surprise, she wasn’t there, so I went back in search of one of her brothers. It didn't take long, as Klaus was rushing out of the kitchen the second I finished descending the stairs.

“Oh, but if it isn't the little witch who seems to have no home of her own,” He said, looking at me from head to toe with annoyance and his classic smirk.

While Klaus wasn't my favourite Mikaelson, our relationship eventually became quite fun. At first, I loved to annoy him by showing up in the house, as he described my presence as ‘unnecessarily bright and irritating’. Soon after, he started making jokes about me, and I did the same with him, and that became our dynamic.

“Don’t be silly,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest, “It's just that Freya invites me often, and I enjoy being here to bother you,” I said, with a proud smile at hearing him chuckle, “Speaking of her, have you seen Freya? She wasn't in her room.”

“I have no idea, and I'm not interested either,” He said, “Now I have other business to attend,” He turned, ready to go, but first he looked at me with a brief smile that seemed to hide other intentions, “Oh, and my dear brother is in the library, just in case...,” And with that said, he left the place.

After hearing that, my heart started beating very fast. It wasn’t a secret that I had a crush on the original vampire, even though our relationship wasn't the best. We never talked too much, mostly because he was hardly ever at home.

By the time I came out of my thoughts, I was outside the library, knocking on the door and waiting for the vampire response so I could enter without disturbing him.

“Hey...” I said, intertwining my hands behind my back, walking into the room.

There he was: Standing next to one of the shelves, with one hand resting on it and an open book in the other, in his expensive suit, reading, until he looked up and his eyes fell on me.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He asked in a serious, lower tone of voice, turning his gaze back to his book.

“Well,…” I said, starting to play with my hands, “You know, I have this old amulet that arrived at the store this morning.” I said, “It is quite pretty, and in a decent condition, it's ridiculously expensive though, and… ”

“Stop rambling and get to the point,” He said, closing his book with one hand, turning to put it away and look for another, “I am extremely busy, as you can clearly see unless you're blind, but we both know that is not the case.”

I sighed, bringing a hand to my hair, shaking it a bit to take my nerves away. Like I said before, my relationship with Elijah wasn't the best. He was kind of… Inaccessible.

“I’m sorry,” I said, before clearing my throat, “I just wanted to see if you know where Freya is,” I asked, biting my lower lip.

His movements stopped right after I asked him, and he turned to see me in a really slow and scary way, to be honest. He took a few steps towards me, stopping about four steps from me, and put a thoughtful expression on his face, before opening his mouth to speak.

“When was the last time you saw her?” He asked me. I answered saying I haven’t seen her since she ordered the amulet which was two days ago. He immediately took his phone, putting the device to his ear to make the call. I heard him sigh when, after several attempts, the number did not answer him, I assumed it was Freya's phone that he was calling.

“It’s okay, she’s probably at...” I started to say, “Where are you going?” I asked, but he ignored me, and walked out of the library, with me following him.

“Stay here,” He said, without even looking at me. I didn’t listen to him, I kept walking behind him. Once we were in the exit door of the house, he turned to see me, “I told you to stay here.”

“I wanna help you find Freya, I need to deliver this,” I said, frowning, though inside I felt nervous, or maybe a bit excited, to see her reaction to my words. You know, no one was supposed to disobey Elijah Mikaelson.

“Dear Y/N, a witch without powers isn’t useful,” He said, fixing his suit, “It’s just a stone in your shoe,”

I'd be lying if I said his words didn't hurt. Elijah was always very rude to me, and I thought it would be a matter of time until I won some of his affection, but he always seemed to reject me in this way, even though this day he was being more rude than normal.

“Well, they said they would give me my powers back...” I started to say, remembering when the ancestors punished me by taking my powers a couple of weeks ago.

“You have nothing to do here, go home,” He said.

“No,” I said, “I need to give this to Freya, and I may know where…”

“Just go home, Y/N.”

“You're not even liste...!” I said, stomping on the ground, feeling impatient and annoyed by Elijah. I had to admit that on the one hand, I wanted to help him find Freya because we had never spent time together, but I also really needed to deliver the order.

“I don't have the time for this,” He said, turning to leave, but I grabbed him by the arm, “What do you think you're doing?”

“I'm trying to talk to you!” I exclaimed, still frowning, “All you always do is being rude to me when I'm always nice to you,” I said, while Elijah just stood there, looking at me silently.

“I’m always polite and nice to you, I even try to talk to you about interesting things because I don't know if you've noticed, we have quite similar hobbies,” I said, still without letting go of his arm, “But you always ignore me, say hurtful things to me, or look at me like I'm the most annoying person in the world, and it's not a ‘good annoying’ like when Klaus looks at me,” I said and, with some rudeness, I let go of his arm, “I don't understand why you hate me so much!” I exclaimed.

A few seconds passed, quite silent ones to tell the truth, until Elijah sighed, and adjusted the sleeves of his suit, before looking at me. His eyes examined my angry expression as he took a deep breath.

“I never hated you,” He said, looking at the side, “You just make me feel things I don't understand.”

After hearing those words, my mouth fell to the ground, and I just looked at him, saying nothing. My crush told me he felt things for me, I was supposed to act fast, but I didn't know what to do. Should I throw myself into his arms like in the movies, or...?

“From the first moment I saw you, something invaded my chest,” He explained, “and it makes me feel strange, intense things every time I am with you, ” He said, now looking at me, “I have never felt this desire, this longing for someone, not at this depth”

“I feel the same way for you, Elijah, I think everyone knows that,” I giggled, grabbing his hand, “We should talk about this upsta...” I said, but my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket to see who it was, and my boss's name appeared. I turned to look at Elijah shyly, and gave him a quick brief hug, "I'll come back and we must solve this whole mess of feelings, do you hear me?” I said, watching him smile slightly and nod, “Oh, and your sister is probably at Keelin’s, she’s fine,” Right after saying that, I ran to my bike, hoping my boss wouldn't fire me.

[nalledimessi]

Truth

This is in order of the prompt challenge of @hellowtvshowtrash even I join late for the prompt I decide to do the one for January, but wait for the one of February. 😉 Hope you like it. And thank for this @hellotvshowtrash . Sorry for the format friends, I’m posting from my phone because I have trouble with mi laptop and I’m trying to fix it.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader. 

 Warnings: Minimal cursing, an kind of fluffy as all my drabbles. 

 Words: 801 words.

You sigh at the entrance of the Mikaelson Compound, while most of the times you avoid to come here when she need you, but now she have demand to meet her here.

-Rebekah, you better be here because I don’t have time for this- you shout from the foyer of the Compound.

-She isn’t here- Elijah informed you from the 2nd floor.

-Great- you exclaim turning around -I would be back later- you said in direction of the exit when an invisible barrier stop you -what the hell?- extending your hand to the door and feeling it.

-It seems you’re stuck with me- Elijah said going downstairs to be next to you and extending his hand to touch the same barrier -this is a witch job-

-No kidding genius- you bark lifting up your hands over your head in direction to the couch in the center -just what I need- you seat and reclined closing your eyes avoiding him -I will dagger her because of this- you whisper to yourself.

You could hear his footsteps coming close to where you were, he clear his throat once he was seated in front of you -I propose we take advantage of this situation-

-I’m trying to sleep here, after all we will be stuck here for a while- you announce him with your eyes still close.

-I will answer honestly to 3 questions you have for me, and you can ask anything you may like- he elaborated to take your attention.

-What is the catch?- you question him, open your eyes to see him.

-You would have to answer me just one question- raising his hand with one finger to emphasize his point.

-Anything?- you sit up.

-Anything, but- he stop you -I could ask my question at any moment and you would need to answer it honestly too- he extend his hand toward you -deal?-

You shake his hand -Deal- you smile.

-Please- he voice out setting down comfortable on the couch-

You knew what will this cause but you need to hear it, for better or for worse -Do you currently have a crush on anyone?-

-I won’t called a crush, I would said I’m in love with someone- he clarified – but to answer your question, yes.-

You lower your head avoiding his sight -Have you told her?- you shoot.

-No- he stiff at this – I haven’t find the right moment to express how I feel about her- he confess sadly.

-Are you in love with Haley?- you almost whisper while you set your sight back to him.

He lean towards you -I would answer your question after you answer mine- you sigh annoy but you nod with your head -Why you hate me?- he ask serious setting his intense gaze on you.

-I don’t hate you…- you release a deep breath and look away from his eyes -you just make me feel things I don’t understand- you finally confess to him -it’s easier for me to hate you than…- you look at him logging on his eyes -than love you, besides you’re in love with Hayley-

He stand and kneel in front of you -Ask me your last question again- he told you.

You close your eyes and inhale, he was so closed to you that you could here his heartbeat -Are you in love with Hayley?-

-No- you hear him answer, opening your eyes at his answer -I’m in love with you [Y/N]- he confess.

You shook your head at his confession unable to believe it -what?-

He chuckle -I love you [Y/N]- passing a lock of your head behind your ear -but because you always avoid me and your constant contempt trough me I buried those feelings until I hear your latest conversation with my sister where she pushed you to confess your feelings for me, I apologize for that by the way-

You join your forehead with his -I’m glad that I don’t have to act anymore that I hate you- you announce him relieved -it made my heart ache each time-

-I’m glad I’m not need to suppress my feelings for you anymore- he announce, caressing your cheek.

-I love you too Elijah- you finally proclaimed to him.

-I’m delight to finally hear it my dear [Y/N]- he lean down to kiss you softly on your lips.

-Let’s make up for the lost time- you propose with a big smile while kissing him and pull him from his tie to laid over you.

-I would love too- he smile over you.

You push him apart a bit from you and raised your eyebrow to him -Did you plan this, Elijah?-

He kiss you again and respond between kissed -You already used your 3 questions my dear- making you giggle and pull him more to you.

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

As an alternative 😊

Bottled Emotions

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Paring: Lizzie Saltzman x Male!Reader

Word count: 1499 (Ya'll don't know how hard it was to keep this under 1.5 K!)

Warnings: Teenage love drama, but that's it in this one.

Author's note: So I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone on this one. This was a part of my 1500 follower celebration drabble challenge that is completely late, but finally done. I used mostly the words from the gif and the fact that it is Lizzie. But besides that I changed everything and went with it. And I'm gonna use this one for @hellotvshowtrash #happy2021promptchallenge. I honestly felt that the prompt fit well for this one and I wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity to use it. Also! This is my first time writing for Lizzie! As well as the first time I'm putting out a male insert. So feedback would be great! Thanks!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things!

Broken glass littered the floor of the Kitchen. Pots and pans had been tossed about out of anger. Wooden spoons had been broken in half with the sharp ends embedded into the walls and shelves around the kitchen. Magic being used to take items from the shelves that they belonged on and sending them in different directions.

Lizzie had been holding her emotions in a tightly closed bottle until they had been shaken up, causing the lid to burst. The anger she felt had been finally released through magic. The mess that currently surrounded her had been a release. One she had desperately needed.

The pain of her childhood best friend turning his back on her. The trust she had felt towards him was shattered. The love and care she felt towards him were clouded by the anger and frustration she felt. Her heart hurt in ways she never thought she’d understand.

He had left in her time of need when he had made every promise to be there by her side. At first, he had been gone a few days and she believed he’d be back. Lizzie must have called Y/N a million times over the course of the last month. Her mindset was breaking and she needed his calming words to ease her. But he never answered. Those few days soon turned into a month.

Locator spells hadn’t worked, meaning the witch had blocked himself from being found. She refused to believe that he would just cut her off like that. Not when they had been so close. Not when he was someone she went to besides her sister.

What finally broke her was when Y/N returned to the school, he hadn’t gone in search of her. And when Lizzie’s eyes landed on him, Y/N had been with another crowd of witches. One’s that Lizzie didn’t particularly like.

It was when their eyes met, that Y/N could see the hurt in Lizzie’s eyes. And the moment it had, Lizzie took off in the direction of the kitchen, not wanting to even get answers from Y/N. She needed an outlet and she was going to get it.

When Y/N finally made his way over to the kitchen, the sounds of glass breaking and even the sounds of pots and pans clattering hadn’t phased him. Even when he stepped into view of Lizzie, he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised. If anything, guilt flooded through him.

Just as the last few items in Lizzie’s way had been tossed about the room, her eyes landed on Y/N. Her lip trembled as she watched him walk over to the counter farthest from her and placed his hands on it. She watched as his eyes took in the aftermath of her break down and not for a single moment did she feel bad about it.

“You’re-” He had begun to say.

“I already know I’m crazy, okay?” Lizzie said cutting Y/N off as she turned away from him and ran her hand through her blonde locks. “You don’t have to say anything. You ignoring me for the last month or so says it all.”

A slight frown formed on Y/N’s lips at her words. Taking a step around the counter, he could hear the crunch of glass beneath his feet. “I wasn’t going to say that you were crazy.” He said as he watched her movements. “I was going to say that you’re hurt. And I’m pretty sure it has to do with me leaving.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” Lizzie moved her hand up to her cheek to wipe away the set of tears that were running down her face. “Your message was loud and clear, Y/N. You don’t want anything to do with me. So why are you here?”

“I know it seemed that way, but I’m sure you know that wasn’t the case.” He tried to explain. Y/N knew how bad this looked. He took off without telling his best friend where he was going. And when he left her messages and calls unanswered, he could already see what was going through the witch’s mind.

That was his gift, an invasive one at that. The closer Y/N had become with someone, the more he became in tune with their thoughts. While he had never purposefully used it to get into his friends minds, there were always those moments that it happened accidentally. A simple thought of his own could easily link his mind to another without them ever knowing. And the last time he had done so, it led to Lizzie revealing a lot of thoughts that he was never meant to hear.

“Then please do explain what it was.” She asked as she took a few steps closer to him. “What made you want to run as far away as you could from me that you felt the need to shut me out?”

He ran his hand along the back of his neck, trying to find the right way to tell her. To tell her that he had heard everything he wasn’t supposed to. That he left because he believed it was what she wanted in the first place. That he did it to give her the space she wanted and needed.

“You wanted me to leave.” He said after a moment. “I hadn’t meant to, but your thoughts were pretty clear that you wanted me gone from the school. From my understanding it was that you hated me enough that you’d rather deal with a golem than see my face around.”

He watched as confusion formed on her face for a moment before realization had set in. Her head hung for a moment as she tried to process her thoughts. It made sense as to why Y/N had left so suddenly. She had been angry with him and her train of thoughts went haywire in the process.

“I was angry.” She said with a shake of her head. “I didn’t expect to feel that way with you of all people and I was just-” She cut herself off trying to collect herself. Lizzie had been angry with him for plenty of reasons. But she had thought she hated him for other reasons than a stupid fight they had. “I never hated you,” She said after a moment passed. “you just make me feel things that I don’t understand. And then I saw you talking with the she-devil and I just needed a reason to hate you to stop myself from hurting.”

“And now look where that’s gotten us.” He shook his head as he kept his eyes on her. Her eyes met his at that moment and it wasn’t hard to see the hurt that was clear in each others’. “You could have just talked to me. I get that it was never something I was supposed to know. But it felt like an overheard conversation that I just couldn’t ignore. I even went to talk to you about it, but you couldn’t even look at me. So I knew it wasn’t worth it to stick around.”

“But you came back.” She noted, her words hopeful. “There must have been something that made you do that.”

He nodded his head and finally pulled his eyes away from her. “Your dad asked for a favor from my parents. I agreed to come back with them to help. Once we are done, we’re headed back home.”

The hope that Lizzie had felt moments before had diminished instantly at his words. While there was finality in his voice, she hoped that maybe she could change his mind. “Stay, even after your parents leave.”

Y/N would have instantly agreed any other time. He felt deeply for the girl that stood before him. But the hurt he felt at her thoughts had hurt him in a way that Y/N had never been hurt before, especially coming from her.

“We’re here for a month.” He began. “Maybe by then you can get those feelings of yours sorted. But I won’t be one of those guys, Lizzie.” He said watching her reactions. “There’s only so much I can take before it’s enough.”

Lizzie went to take a step closer to him, her mouth opened to say something, but he raised his hand and shook his head. He wanted her to really think about it. Not to just say what she believed he wanted to hear. And if it wasn’t for that ability of his, that’s exactly what she would have done. She was still unsure of a few things and he knew that.

"Really think about it." He said as he began taking a few steps back before turning to leave.

Lizzie stood there and watched him leave, her lips trembling knowing that if she didn’t get the mess within her head sorted, she was going to lose the only other person that had been by her side for the longest.

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Tale As Old As Time (Bonenzo)

A series of instances in which Bonnie and Enzo find themselves falling in love with one another until one of them confesses

Here is my entry for the #Happy2021promptchallenge! I had SO much fun with this prompt. Reblog/like if you enjoyed!

Enzo St. John x Bonnie Bennett

Warnings: sadness, “unrequited” love

Word Count: 1.3k

(credits to gif owner<3)

Bonnie sighed as she heard the strums of guitar strings in the other room of Enzo’s safe house. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears as she laid on the bed trying to study grimoires from her grandmother. Her elbows dug into the soft comforter as she propped herself up, trying to concentrate on her reading. Soon, the soft strums were accompanied by a melodic voice, Enzo singing to himself quietly. She paused her reading, her eyes slowly moving up from the book and to the door of the bedroom. She listened intently. Her irritation melted away as she heard his sweet, low voice. What he was singing was unintelligible to her, but the mumble of his singing was the most heart-wrenching sound. He sounded lonely, even though she was just in the other room. ’He is lonely.’ She confirmed to herself. ‘We’re two different people just trying to get by,’ She kept listening to his song, his voice rising and lowering with the chords of the guitar he played. He stopped singing as he finished the song, as the silence enveloped her once again, Bonnie felt lonely too.

--

Enzo stumbled into the cabin carrying multiple grocery bags in each hand. ‘Humans eat too much.’ He was mid-grumble when he caught sight of Bonnie sitting at the window, looking out into the sunlit forest surrounding them. The sight of her bathed in the bright light made his breath hitch, and it was then that he realized how really, truly, beautiful she was. Her hair was brighter in the sunlight, still a dark brown, but it seemed to move in waves of chocolate. Her eyes shone a brighter green than ever thanks to the sun’s reflection. Her lips were slightly parted and perfect. She seemed to be too deep in thought to notice he had entered, and if she had noticed, she probably would have ignored him anyway. So, Enzo steeled himself to look away from her and finished bringing in the groceries.

--

Bonnie bustled about the cabin, keeping herself busy with cleaning and reading, distracting herself from the boredom creeping in on her. As she wiped the window clean with a cloth, she caught sight of Enzo outside the cabin, chopping wood for the fireplace. It was the beginning of autumn, and the chill was starting to settle into the bones of the cabin and soon enough, Bonnie’s as well. The fact that Enzo thought deeply enough to chop wood to keep her warm melted her inside. She bit her lip to prevent her smile and she continued to clean the window. Enzo pretended he didn’t see her looking.

—

This time, it was Enzo who sat in a chair by the window, reading some fiction book that he’s read a thousand times over. Bonnie peered from the couch where she sat, the silence in the room was thick. The sun shone on his dark hair, caramel highlights making themselves known. His eyes were honey in the sunlight as they trailed the words in the book he concentrated on. Bonnie got lost in thought as she watched his hand delicately turn the page, nimble fingers lightly moving the paper. She sucked in a breath and moved her eyes back to his, which were looking right at her. She blinked a few times and shook her head, embarrassed, before returning to the grimoire she was trying to study. If she hadn’t turned away, she would’ve seen the smile Enzo sent her, and her heart would’ve fluttered.

—

The first snow had fallen and Bonnie couldn’t sleep. She lightly padded her way into the main living area. The cold had set in when the fire was put out. Bonnie thought about how easily she could light a fire with a simple spell before she felt melancholic thinking about her dearly departed magic. She knew the magic-suppressing-pills were to protect her, but she missed her craft. She perched herself on the couch. She let the cold pierce her skin, her sadness welcomed it as a friend. Like a breeze, Enzo had placed himself at the opposite end of the couch, watching her closely. Her features were tinged with sadness. She stared at the empty fireplace and Enzo stared at her. 

“I can feel you staring,” she said. He smiled slightly and looked away.

“Sorry, love,” his voice was quiet as to not disturb the blanket of silence.

“Don’t call me that,” her voice was flat and cold.

“Ultimately, it would be better if we could try to be acquaintances,” he muttered. His eyes travelled back up her form, curled tightly into the corner of the couch. She seemed so small. “I understand you’ve hated me since we met, but it would make this time together at least bearable if we could live in this space mutually.” He planted his fist into the cushion next to him, hoisting himself up from the couch. Before he could stand, he felt her cold fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him back onto the couch. He turned his head to look at her, confused. Her face was almost pained, contorted in some embarrassed expression.

“I never hated you..” she whispered, her eyes were piercing as she stared at him. “You just make me feel things I don’t understand. I never wanted to fall in love with a vampire. I couldn’t understand how Elena did it.. Twice. And then I met you.” His eyes softened, but the other side of the statement didn’t go missed, and he was hurt by her selection of words. 

“I assure you, if you don’t want to fall in love with me, you’re not obligated,” he bit back, removing her grip from his wrist and standing. “We’re not enemies, Bonnie. We’re on the same side. And in case you were wondering,” he bent down and kissed her forehead gently, “I love you, too.”

Bonnie felt her heart warm and ache at the same time. “I didn’t mean it like that, Enzo. I just mean.. I want to fall in love with you. But I’ve seen what can happen and how bad it can hurt if something does happen.” She said sheepishly, looking at her hands on her lap. Enzo moved to put more wood into the fireplace and strike a match. The fire started to grow, and he crouched next to it, his eyes watching the flames lick the fresh wood. Bonnie lifted her eyes to look at Enzo, to appreciate his muscular form, his slick hair. She stood too and moved over next to him, sitting crossed legged on the floor. 

“I know what can happen too,” he muttered, the fire dancing in his eyes. “But anything that could happen can’t be worse than living without you,” he turned to look at her, her eyes flooding her tears at his words. The cold finally melted away, not because of the fire, but because of him. Their eyes remained locked on one another, and he smiled gently, reaching a hand out to wipe away a tear that had fallen down her face. “I know these last few months have been hard on you. Let me help you,” he whispered, cupping her cheek gently. She nodded as another tear spilled down. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, allowing the electricity to run between them. She sighed lightly, her eyes drifting closed. He kept his eyes open and on her face as he pressed his lips to hers again, more sure of himself now. He pulled away and watched her reaction as her chest heaved, her breath escaping her in the best way. He grasped her hips and turned her to face him before sitting himself in front of her, kissing her again and again, the intensity growing with each peck, nibble and breath.

The snow fell outside the cabin, cold and foreboding. But inside, the cabin was filled with love and warmth and peace. Bonnie and Enzo didn’t know what came next, but they knew that they would face it together.

[alwaysfangirlingish]

I just finished writing my #happy2021promptchallenge and i'M SO HAPPY 🥺✨💕

Now I'm going to sleep lol ✨💕

[hellotvshowtrash]

hi!!! are you going to be making the #happy2021promptchallenge a monthly thing? i think that would be really cool

Ahhhh!! I was thinking about it!!! I think if enough people wanted to write and read that much, I think it would be really fun! And I totally already have prompts lined up too

[hellotvshowtrash]

So excited to post my #happy2021promptchallenge! I really like how it turned out and I think this challenge was so fun and really fueled me to write.

How’s everyone else doing with it????

[hellotvshowtrash]

Guys I’m SO HYPED About the prompt challenge. We’re getting closer to the due date!!!!

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Heey, I just wanted to tell you what a great idea the 2021 prompt challenge is! I'm already loving all the different works and can't wait for the other ones! Have a great day 🌞💖

Ahhh thank you!!! I think it’s so much fun already! I am loving what people have released so far and I am so excited to read more!!! ❤️ thank you nonnie ❤️

[hellotvshowtrash]

🌹 —Alwaysfangirlingish

Okay yayay ((spoiler, this is for the #happy2021promptchallenge))

Soon, the soft strums were accompanied with a soft voice, Enzo singing to himself quietly. She paused her reading, her eyes slowly moving up from the book and to the door to the bedroom.

ITS NOT A LOT IM SORRY

[hellotvshowtrash]

Oh my goooood I love this 😭💗 my Elijah heart is screaming ugh I love him so much. Thank you for participating!!! ��

Fanfic_

"I never hated you"

_a prompt given by

@hellotvshowtrash

link here

elijah mikaelson x female reader

_Y/N is a witch in this snippet

_fluff

🎉💕🎈

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tag_@njeancastro316 @eternityunicorn @dumble-daddy

🌠

"Hey," Y/N muttered as she walked in the study, "here is the book of spells you asked for."

"Thank you." Elijah shot up frim his seat, taking the book.

"You're welcome" Y/N nodded a little.

His withdrawn demeanor spoke more than words. And she wished the other night never had happened.

"Elijah" Y/N gulped a little, weavering.

Damn. It is now or never.

“I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.” Y/N blurted out.

"Excuse me?" Elijah raised his head from the book, puzzled at the witch, getting up from the chair.

"I know that you were there that night - I said to Caroline something that is not true. I - don't hate you - I could never hate you, Elijah. Not you." Y/N inhaled deeply.

"You don't hate me? But -"

"Well - I hate that - uhm- that you stirred all these feelings in me - and I know that you - never mind. I am - out of here"

"Wait," Elijah swooped over taking Y/N hand, "don't go."

"What?"

"Don't go."

His hand glided gently through her hair, as he looked at her in a way he had never looked at a woman before.

A small smile crept upon Y/N's face, biting a gasp back, feeling goosebumps lining her skin as the Original ran his hands down her arms.

"I feel the same - I mean- ever since I met you- I - couldn't get you out of my mind. I tried so hard not to - let anyone in"

As he leant forward her pulse raced. Time stopped. Her heart came to a halt. Her breath caught in her throat.

Heat was rising from her stomach to her chest as Elijah's lips closed in. The smell of him was hypnotic beyond reason. Y/N parted her lips and  felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, unfurling all her  senses as the taste of him silenced all her thoughts.

...

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UM OUCH???? Oh my god this is SO good. I love this so so much. PLEASE keep writing for the TVDU. You’re so talented.

Oh my GOD that hurt so good. Thank you so much for participating!!

Bring you back

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x fem!Reader

Description: After Kol’s death you run away to New Orleans where you are met with shocking news

Requested: No

A/N: My submission to @hellotvshowtrash​ prompt challenge! I haven’t written for this fandom in about five months and it felt so good to dive back into these characters and I really think this inspired me to keep writing for it. It was hard to keep the word limit, I could have made this over 5k long honestly. 

Warnings: Canon character death

Word Count: 1.4k

Masterlist

You shouldn’t be crying. You shouldn’t be feeling the way you are. 

He’s dead. That should be a good thing. Why don’t you believe it’s a good thing?

Bonnie is pulling you away from the house and Klaus’ yells of anguish and anger echo in your ears. Too many emotions are rushing through you.

You shouldn’t be crying, so why are you? Kol Mikaelson was a menace that only brought pain and destruction and death wherever he came near. 

Keep reading

[hellotvshowtrash]

Oh my..... god. This is BRILLIANT!!! Your writing is so beautiful and it’s so refreshing to read from the point of view of a Mikaelson in such a way. This is genuinely beautiful. thank you so much for participating!!! And happy birthday again ❤️

In the Dark of the Night.

Description: His confession rocks the ground beneath your feet and you’re forced to make a decision: repeat history and find solace in the past or move on for good.

Pairing: Mikaelson Brother x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, implied smut, swearing, mature themes (15+)

Word Count: 1,279

A/N: for @hellotvshowtrash’s prompt challenge! (my birthday too) i left the male unnamed so you can decide whichever mikaelson brother’s pov you want to read it from. hope you enjoy. taglist.

My name fell from her lips in a gentle whisper, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist crawling back in bed and forbidding her from leaving my arms. If only she knew I felt that way.

The moonlight casted through my bedroom window, illuminating my bare form in the darkness. The midnight air was cool, replacing the passionate heat that had been there not that long ago.

I could feel her gaze on my back, watching shamelessly as I took a sip from my glass. Could hear the way her breathing faltered, as if she spotted something she hadn’t seen before. That was impossible, for the map of my body was forever imprinted in her mind, with as much as she has explored it.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

My heart dropped at her solemn tone, my head turning so I could make out her form, curled up in my bed, underneath my sheets, in my peripheral vision. She took it as a sign to continue.

“You fuck me like you love me, but treat me like you despise me. What did I ever do to deserve your hatred?”

Her words immediately set a flame within my chest, a pang in my heart from how much they hurt. Was she truly that oblivious? Were my intentions unclear? When I fully turned to face her, her eyes rounded at the furrow in my brow and the anger in my gaze. “How could you ever allow those words to pass your lips?”

My voice was low, an emotional undertone blantant in the way I spoke. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.” At that my hardened expression dropped, my face pained. I was vulnerable, but I felt safe enough around her to allow my façade to crack.

I noticed then, as I sat down by her legs, that she had pulled the sheets up to her chest to cover her modesty. I didn’t pay it any mind. “Even after our marriage ended, no woman — no person — has come close to having such control over my heart.”

I met her eyes, my own warm adoration as I hoped to show her just how much I meant it all. “I’m still as in love with you as I was all those centuries ago. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, my feelings remain the same.”

“It’s unreal. So unbelievable that not even I know the extent of my love.”

I wasn’t aware of what brought the sudden confession, as it was secret I had kept buried ever since she reentered my life almost a year ago. And every time we came together in the dark of the night, it felt as if I was conveying it through the way I made love to her.

Perhaps it wasn’t enough.

She adverted her gaze, her heart thumping so wildly against her rib cage that I stopped listening. She ran her fingers through her hair, her eyelids falling shut as she attempted to control her breathing. Watching her react like that, it lessened my certainty of what her response would be.

I had so much confidence in our love, that it could’ve been considered idiotic. The last time she told me those three words that meant more than she’d ever know was nearly a decade ago. Eight years was more than enough time for her to move past what we had. It was then when I began to panic, aware that I wouldn’t be able to handle her rejection.

“(Y/N)?” Her eyes snapped open, glossed over with unshed tears, resembling my own. “I need you. Please don’t hurt me like this.”

She breathed my name, “You don’t even know what I was about to say.”

“I know you well enough. You don’t feel the same. You don’t love me anymore.”

“I’m doing this because I love you!” She met my gaze, beautiful eyes tinted red. Her full lips were pursed as she dropped a hand from her unruly hair to grab my own. “You don’t want me to question how you feel for me? Don’t question how I feel for you.”

I gently shook my head, adverting my gaze but I gripped her hand tight in my own. It felt the same, as if she was preparing me for heartbreak. A pain both of us knew would be my undoing.

Admittedly, I had become more dependent on her than ever. She was the light that guided me through the inevitable, overwhelming darkness; my strength as well as my weakness.

Without her, I didn’t have either. It would leave too much space, too much emptiness in the statue that was the man I had become. Too much that I would be left without an identity. Long story short, if I lost her, I’d be losing myself.

“We can’t go back,” she cried, sniffling, “I can’t go back. We’re not good for each other.” Her explanation wasn’t enough for me.

“You wanted to put a stop to this because you assumed I hated you.” I was stern despite the tears that rolled down my cheeks. “Now you know the truth. We aren’t the same people that we were long ago, (Y/N). We won’t make the same mistakes.”

“You don’t know that!” Her voice had rose in volume, startling both of us for a short moment. When she spoke again, it had lowered. “That heartache—”

“Is it not worth the risk?” I interjected, meeting her eyes, my mood shifting within half a second. I was unable to conceal my ill temper. “Why can’t you believe that I wouldn’t ever hurt you again? Why can’t you have faith in us?”

“It’s not that easy. You obviously aren’t aware of what I went through the first time.” Her expression was incredulous, as she seemed truly offended by my words. “You don’t think I want it back? You don’t think I want to wake up every morning in your arms and be able to call myself Mrs. Mikaelson? I miss it more than anything! But I refuse to — I can’t — I won’t — ever place myself in that position to feel the way I did because of you.”

We had traded places once again. She was upset, infuriated and I felt heavy. As if there was a pit in my stomach, dragging me down into that same darkness I tried my hardest everyday to fight. How had the night come to this?

“Sleeping with you was a mistake.”

She pulled her hand from mine.

I felt nauseous, helpless as I watched her slip off the bed and begin to pull on her clothing with the help of her inhuman speed. “(Y/N)....” It was plead, barely above a whisper, almost cry-like.

“And if you truly love me and know me, you’ll never contact me again. You’ll see my face and walk in the other direction. You’ll hear someone mention my name and won’t ask questions. You’ll move on because it’s what’s best for the both of us.”

It wasn’t what was best for me at all. She was setting a path for destruction.

Though, I knew it was over — for now at least, since I’d never give her up so easily — so I didn’t fight it. “You sound like you hate me.” It was the only thing I could fully register at that moment.

She wasn’t far away from my bedroom door when she turned around, looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s not that I hate you, it’s that I love you too goddamn much.”